#arcane x reader prompt

[whoreforsexymen]

𝔸𝕤𝕜(𝕤)/ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥(𝕤) 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠 + 𝔽𝔸ℚ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Anything! Smut/NSFW or SFW drabbles, imagines, blurbs, series, & oneshots. However, it's necessary that your age be listed in your bio if you are requesting NSFW.

Only willing to write Self-Insert/2nd person POV. I might consider character x character if the pairing is good.

[READ CAREFULLY]

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT

- Necrophilia

- Pedophilia (Reader must be 18+)

- Vore/Cannibalism

- Incest (yes, even step siblings, etc.)

- Active Self Harm

- (There are more but I can’t think rn)

[Anyway! Onto the good stuff!!!]

ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ?

(𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕖)

Vander

Silco

Jayce

Viktor

Sevika

Jinx

Vi

Mel

Bolbok

Ekko

Benzo

Basically anyone, lol.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇɴʀᴇꜱ/ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ?

I'm open to any! Some honorable mentions are:

Angst

Fluff

AU's (any kind)

Romance

Hurt/Comfort

Fix-it-fic

Songfic

Crackfic

Prompt fic (Prompt list in progress)

Any kind of reader preference (i.e. chubby, specific use of pronouns, POC!Reader, pregnant reader, etc.)

And lots more! I'm not too picky.

I love y'all so much and can't wait to get some requests! Don't be shy!! I'm sure I'm also missing stuff in this post, so if y'all want to inquire about something not listed, feel free to drop an ask anyway!! <3

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 24: Somnophilia

Summary: Silco pushed open the creaking door of his apartment, the familiar scent of damp wood and laundry powder mingling with the faint aroma of your perfume.There you lay, a soft silhouette against the rumpled sheets. Your night gown rode high on your thighs, highlighting your soft and supple body to his vision. The material did little to hide anything from his gaze, you had been waiting his return. It was not lost on him that his lifestyle led to a lack of moments for intimacy, and yet here you were, pliant and pretty all for him. How tempting… Warnings: P in V sex, fingering, somnophilia, reader has a vagina, cum, etc. MNDI, 18+. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.  Kinktober Mention of the Day: @ivyunleashed This story was inspired by their artwork, linked here

Silco pushed open the creaking door of his apartment, the familiar scent of damp wood and laundry powder mingling with the faint aroma of your perfume. The night had been long, filled with whispered deals and the ever-looming shadows of Zaun’s underbelly. He stepped inside, the weight of the world pressing on his shoulders, bi-colored eyes revealing the true depth of his emotions. Always the strong leader, the iron fist that ruled the Undercity, now stood a bare and broken man worked over by the waves of the world. 

Discarding his coat on the rack by the door, the house was clean. You always made sure it was for when he arrived home, nothing to worry over in this place you had crafted into a safe haven. A note stuck to the fridge annoucing leftovers for him to consume was ignored in favor for trudging into the master bedroom a few doors away. Silent as ever, as not to disturb anything you may be doing, Silco was met with a sight that never failed to stir emotions within his hardened heart. 

There you lay, a soft silhouette against the rumpled sheets, bathed in the pale moonlight that streamed through the cracked window. Hair cascaded over the pillow, framing your serene face. For a moment, Silco felt the chaos of his life fade away. You were everything he wasn't: kind, gentle, a soothing balm against the harshness of your surroundings. He truly did not know how he deserved you. 

He moved quietly, not wanting to disturb you. The sight of your sleeping peacefully made his heart swell. In a world filled with betrayal and violence, you was a beacon of warmth, a reminder that there was still a little beauty to be found. When he had met you a few years ago, a florist on the edge of the Piltover/Zaun border, his mind could have never conjured the heavenly scene that lay before him. He could hardly fathom how someone like you could exist amidst the grime and despair of Zaun, yet here you were, a perfect contrast to the life he led. For all his machinations and ruthless ambition, Silco found himself captivated by the quiet strength you brought into his life. He remembered your laughter shared over late-night meals and whispered secrets under the stars—moments that felt like stolen treasures in a world that sought to take everything from him.

Silco sat on the edge of the bed, studying your features. Your brows were slightly furrowed, as if lost in dreams, and a soft smile played on your lips. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, watching as you stirred slightly but didn’t wake. He leaned closer, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m home, darling.” he murmured, though he knew you couldn’t hear him. But the words felt necessary, a promise he held deep within his heart. Your night gown rode high on your thighs, highlighting your soft and supple body to his vision. The material did little to hide anything from his gaze, you had been waiting his return. Expecting him, ready for him. It was not lost on him that his lifestyle led to a lack of moments for intimacy, and yet here you were, pliant and pretty all for him. 

Taking a calloused hand, he traced the outline of your curves. Admiring how the moonlight accuntuated all your features, casting an etheral glow about the room. You were his angel, there was no doubt. Yet as he sat here thoughts of corrupting your innocence filled his head. You had always expressed the idea of him taking you while sleeping was attractive, the conversation had occured no less than two weeks ago. He remembered it vividly, how shy you looked, the way your eyes glistened with lust. 

“You never have to ask, Sil. My body and heart are all yours, anytime you need me.”

Oh, how sweetly you had asked. How tempting the thought was then and especially now. He shouldn’t. A perveted old man such as him had no business in corrupting your body in this way. But you had given him permission, commanded his desires to unfurl even in the darkness of night. So, it was no issue, when his hands trailed up to cup the fullness of your breasts or when his lips came to kiss up the valley of your thighs; face coming to view your pantiless cunt. The smell alone was divine, you had worked yourself before his arrival. Slick still shone on your clit, pussy open and willing to indulge his every whim and wish. The ease with which two of his long fingers came to enter you was a small surprise but a welcome one. Taking his time to scissor you open and prepare you for his cock, paying special attention to that soft and gummy spot on your front wall that had you moaning in your sleep. 

His ministrations did not wake you but added to the growing wetness between your legs, thighs spreading unconsciouly to allow him room to work. Even in sleep, your body complied, loved his every touch and begged for it. Working his fingers up into you, allowing himself the pleasure to watch how you fluttered around him. Silco swore that there was no prettier a sight than the one in front of him. You shifted, mumbling inchoherently. He paused. He shouldn’t wake you, disturb you from your peaceful slumber. But everything in his body screamed at him to continue, to make you cum and moan on his fingers till pleasure rocked your body so much it awoke in a blissful state. 

Removing his fingers to unbutton his trousers, Silco used the slick that remained on his digits to prepare himself. Adjusting so he lined up with your entrance, he sunk slolwy into you. Inch by inch, letting out a gravely moan at the feeling of your warm and tight cunt. So inviting, practically made for him. You laid still, body adjusting to his length with ease, so used to taking him so well. Beginning to thrust in and out with delibarte motion, Silco soon found himself approaching his orgasm faster than expected. 

Unbeknownst to him, your eyes fluttered open, body finally recognizing the intrustion. Suprise spread across your feature, though your boyfriend’s actions were not unwelcome. Every plunge of his member caused jolts of arousal to shake your body through the core, illiciting a pornographic moan to annouce your awakening. 

“Feel so good my darling, always been so good for me. You like it when I fuck you like this, nice and slow? Use you for my own pleasure?”

You couldn’t help but nod, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your own orgasm rapidly approached. Silco’s thrusts started to become sloppy and heated, eyes closing and hair disheveled from the intensity. Soft grunts left his lips and with one final stroke, he spilled hot ropes of cum into you; spurring you into your own orgasm at the feeling of his hot seed within you. Calming down from your high, you brought you hand to caress his cheek gently. Admiring the way his chest heaved with each breath, how dialted his eyes were. 

“Welcome home, love.”

[spatialwave]

Hello my love. It’s my 24th birthday today and only one of my friends remembered so I was hoping for a lil pick me up.

How about ~

luring your lover back to bed with kisses & kisses while sitting in your lovers lap

With our dear Viktor?

I love your work 🥹🤎

OH MY GOODNESS! Happiest of birthdays to you, love!!! I’m so sorry that you’re feeling down on your special day. I hope this adds a bit of sparkle to your mood! ❤️

pairing: viktor x gender-neutral!reader word count: 712 tags: mdni! sfw, fluffy, kissing, super sweet, viktor is a bad boyfriend but makes it up to you, takes place between s1 act 1 and act 2. notes: ask came from this prompt!

“You’re working too hard,” you pouted, talking through a hard candy that rolled around your tongue–sucked on long enough that you could bite into it and swallow down the sweet strawberry flavour. You sat atop Viktor’s desk as he studied one of the hextech crystals. The rigid orb rolling between his fingers.

It was the early days of their research, and he had taken a steep nosedive into the work, allowing it to consume him. So much that you hadn’t had so much as a kiss from him in days. 

“Not hard enough,” he retorted, sighing as he placed the crystal carefully onto velvet fabric to keep it stable. The last thing he needed was to replicate the explosion that had destroyed Jayce’s apartment.

He looked back down to a tome he borrowed from Jayce, fingers brushing against the paper as he read over histories of runes. Yet again, ignoring you.

“Do you know that it’s been exactly sixty-two hours since you last kissed me, and thirteen hours since you even touched me?” You whined, kicking your legs out as they dangled freely.

Viktor flickered his gaze to you, raising a defensive eyebrow, “it hasn’t been that long.”

“It has! I’ve been keeping track,” you were adamant, sitting upright again with a puffed chest, “why would I lie?”

He blinked a few times, gathering his bearings – at a loss for words, guilt rising up the back of his throat. He’d never been anything less than a great partner to you, and here he was ignoring you shamelessly. 

Viktor sighed, shifting to turn his body toward you and reaching over, so his hand could rest over your thigh as you sat on his desk, “I’m sorry.”

The touch on your thigh kick-started a heat inside you, your heart thumping against your ribs. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you shrugged coyly and moved from the table to shift into his lap. The sudden movement caused the table to jerk slightly, and Viktor panicked, stilling your hips with his hands as he looked at the crystal—making sure it remained undisturbed.

You looked down at him, jutting your bottom lip out. Your arms strung lazily around his neck.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, a dusting of pink colouring his pale cheeks.

You rolled your eyes playful as your hands lifted to his hair, brushing through the brunette strands. You sighed dramatically, “it’s okay, I guess.”

That brought a smile to his lips, nimble fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt, “all is forgiven?” He asked, leaning toward you.

“Mostly,” you breathed, closing the remaining distance as you two shared a long-awaited kiss. You hummed against his lips, savouring the touch you had been craving for so long. Viktor’s own impatience hadn’t gone unnoticed, feeling the way he rolled his hips against yours and how his nails scraped at your skin.

It sparked an idea.

After your tongue licked at his bottom lip invitingly, you pulled back completely. Satisfied at the way Viktor watched you with his big, gold eyes. Silently, you slid from his lap, and he chased your lips. You’d gotten him up out of his chair, his hands reaching for you as he moaned into your mouth, before you broke the kiss for a second time.

“What are you doing?” He groaned as you stepped back, huffing.

You giggled, chewing on your bottom lip as you reached for his hand, acting as his support as you pulled him for a third kiss. Four hands explored each other’s bodies as you led him backward, slowly and carefully, as your kisses brought him all the way to the bedroom–careful with his limp.

Viktor had been so lost in tasting the strawberry on your tongue that he gasped when you spun him around and pushed him back onto the bed. He blinked up at you, lips parted and shuddering, as you crawled back over and straddled his lap.

“Do you still like hextech more than me?” You asked coyly, hands slowly unbuttoning his academy-issued vest.

Viktor smirked, shifting to lean up on his elbows. “Do you want a serious answer?”

“I hate you,” you whined, but he was quick to laugh and pull you down into a kiss that rightly shut you up.

[archangeldyke-all]

sevika in relathionship so pretty so fluff

an maybe hard sex.... and if your comfortable chasekink you know

ty for the requests!! i hope u enjoy :)

men and minors dni

first! fluffy sev relationship hcs!

i think she'd be guarded at first

she's completely obsessed with u, and it would freak her out.

so at first, she'd keep you at a distance, scared of how soft you make her feel.

she'd limit you guys to one or two dates a week. (even though she wants to spend every waking moment with you.)

she wouldn't spend the night, wouldn't invite you to her place. (she's scared she might have a heart attack if she sees you comfortable and domestic in her own home.)

but after a while, she realizes you aren't going anywhere. she doesn't have to keep you away, because you want to be with her just as much as she wants to be with you.

once she works this out (like 2/3 months in) it's a complete flip.

like overnight, sevika goes from being a bit distant and closed off to a complete romantic sap.

she's always touching you, whether it's hanging off you as you do chores around the house, or sliding a hand in your back pocket while shopping together.

she spends almost every night with you. moves you into her apartment as soon as you let her.

she's always doing thoughtful little favors for you, without you even having to ask.

like she overhears a conversation you're having with a friend and you mention how you're craving food from a specific restaurant.so she goes out to get take out from that place for dinner that night.

if you're in the shower, she'll throw your towels in the dryer for you so they're toasty warm when you get out.

she's always buying you things, or building you things, or bringing home cool things to show you. (totally the type of gf to give you cool rocks.)

as far as sevika chasing u/ hard sex, here's a little something i cooked up for u... (ft. amab sevika... or she's just strapped with the breeding strap 24/7... it's up to u)

singed, silco, and sevika are constantly experimenting with different variations of shimmer for various desired effects. most of the time, it's singed and silco watching rats react to drops of the drug. but when they're satisfied with their trials and ready to test it on a larger subject, they'll call in sevika for help.

so one day, as sevika's leaving for work, she tells you that she'll be working late, to not worry if you don't see her for a while. you pout and ask her what'll be keeping her, she tells you her and 'the boys' were testing out some new variants. she kisses your pout away and promises to take you out for dinner over the weekend.

"should be interesting." she says, pulling her cloak over her head. "singed says the rats were goin' fuckin' crazy." you gulp.

"just be careful, sev." you plea, straightening her cloak out for her and tucking her hair behind her ears. she rolls her eyes. "don't roll your eyes. i want you back in one piece."

she leans into kiss you one final time. "don't worry baby. i'll see you tomorrow."

you wake up the next morning alone and cold. you curse your girlfriend for abandoning you, but go about your day without much concern.

when you get home that afternoon and sevika's still not back. you start to worry. when night falls and she's still not home, you throw on your coat and shoes and march down to the last drop.

you start getting more and more freaked the closer you get to the last drop. it's a friday night, and the usual crowd that would be lining the street to get in is nowhere to be seen. the neon eye isn't lit, and when you get to the front door, there's no lights on inside.

you try the handle.

nothing.

you knock.

nothing.

you're about five seconds away from breaking the glass when you hear the sound of the back door swinging open. sprinting around the building, you find silco and all his employees flooding out into the alley. all except sevika. silco freezes at the sight of you.

somewhere behind him, singed mumbles. "good, she's here."

terror seizes you.

"what did you do to her?" you demand.

"now, don't work yourself up into a tizzy, dear--" silco is cut off by a loud crash coming from inside the bar.

"there goes the barricade." ran mumbles. a few goons start to scatter, backing away from the bar then breaking out into sprints when more crashing begins. silco puts a hand on your shoulder, and singed begins to ramble behind him, nervously.

"sevika had an... unexpected reaction to the shimmer." silco slowly starts walking you backwards as singed continues to talk. glass shatters behind you. "it seems we may have accidentally triggered her, ahem..."

"her more primal instincts--" silco cuts in

"--yes! her primal instincts-- a little too intensely..."

"what does that mean?" you ask. silco laughs nervously.

"it's easier for you to just see for yourself." he says, guiding you through the doorway and into the back of the last drop. you snap around when you hear sevika's pained groan echo throughout the empty bar.

"where is she?" you demand. silco doesn't answer. you turn around to face him, but he's gone, and the back door is slamming in your face. "hey!" you say, pushing on the door. "what the fuck?" the door doesn't budge, and you can make out the shape of a dumpster being pushed in front of the exit through the frosted glass.

you blink in shock. what the fuck was happening?

you were quickly distracted by another whimper echoing through the halls. you took off into the bar, searching for sevika. "sev?" you call out. "sevika?" you made your way onto the dance floor, eyes scouring the trashed bar for your girlfriend. "sevika!"

a gasp sounds from behind the bar. you run over. "go away!" sevika growls. you ignore her, rounding the bar and crouching beside her where she's laying on the ground in the fetal position.

"it's me, baby, i'm here. what happened?" you ask, quickly putting your hands on her back, trying to turn her over.

"you need to get the fuck out of here, right now." sevika spits out. her voice is deep and raspy, and her shirt is soaked in sweat, the skin beneath it on fire. she seems... bigger somehow. like the shimmer added another ten pounds of muscle on top of her already chiseled body.

"what's going on baby?" you ask, tears running down your cheeks, pressing a kiss to her head. "tell me how i can help."

in the blink of an eye, sevika's flipping over and slamming you onto the ground, her mechanical hand encircling your throat and squeezing, cutting off your oxygen in a flash. you gasp, clawing at her copper hand. above you, sevika snarls, her spit drips down onto your face, her eyes glowing purple.

"you need to get the fuck out of here before i tear. you. apart." she growls. her teeth seem sharper. you shudder beneath her, struggling against her hold.

suddenly, sevika throws her body off yours, writhing in pain. you scramble to your feet, gasping for air, backing away from her. as soon as you get breath back in your lungs, you dash for the double doors in the front of the bar. behind you, you hear sevika snarl.

you flick the bolt on the doors and push, but the door doesn't budge. you can hear a chain and padlock clanging against each other with every shove you give the door.

you're going to kill silco if sevika doesn't kill you first.

turning around, you see sevika standing behind the bar, eyeing you like prey. her nostrils are flared, her eyes are dead set on you, teeth bared like she's going to rip your throat out. you damn near piss yourself.

you take off for the stairs, cursing when you hear sevika's footsteps take off after you. scrambling upstairs, you duck into silco's office, grabbing a chair and throwing it at the windowed wall behind his desk. a panel shatters, just barely big enough for you to fit through, and just as you're about to leap down to the street fifteen feet below you, a heavy hand lands on your nape, pulling you off your feet then hurling you toward the ground.

you land with a grunt, and then sevika lands on top of you.

"sevika!" you say, punching at her chest, trying to push her off you. "let me go!"

"i told you to get out of here and you didn't fuckin' listen." she growls above you. in all your flailing, you manage to claw sevika across her face. three lines of blood bubble up across her cheek. sevika stares down at you in shock and you stare up at her in fear. then, she laughs.

"you're cute when you're scared, honey." she says. the violent glint in her eye shifts to something you recognize a little more, and then she's flipping you, pinning you to the ground with a hand on your head, tearing your pants off with the other.

"sevika!" you gasp, scandalized. she doesn't hear you, shredding the fabric covering your ass until it's free. she smacks it, laughing at the way you squirm. "what the fuck are you doing!?"

"tried to kill everyone else. shoulda known i wouldn't wanna kill you, sweetheart." she growls. you shiver beneath her. "silco's smart, sending you in here."

"what the fuck are you talking-- oh!" suddenly, your panties are torn off your hips. "sevika!" you gasp.

above you, sevika rearranges herself. she pushes at your hips until your ass is up in the air, and you whimper. you gasp when you feel the sole of her rubber boot press down against your head, taking her hand's place. you struggle against her, and she smacks your ass, pressing her foot down against your head harder.

with two hands on your hips, she starts grinding her clothed buldge against your cunt. you whimper.

"sev-sevika what--"

"you're soaked." she snarls. "fuck, you're such a whore. choked you out and you're creamin' your panties." her voice is a mixture of disgust and admiration. your shaking like a leaf beneath her. "'m gonna put a fuckin' baby in you now." she growls. you gasp.

her hand leaves your hip for half a second to shove her waistband down, and then all at once, she's gripping your hip again, spitting on your fluttering asshole, shoving her cock inside you to the hilt.

you gasp at the stinging stretch in your cunt, tears welling up in your eyes. sevika has no mercy, not giving you a moment to adjust before she starts pounding into you.

"i'd fuckin' live in this cunt if i could." she grunts as she smacks your ass. you whine. "feels so good."

"sev!" you screech. "slow down!"

she doesn't slow down, instead she spits in her hand and reaches around you to start rubbing your clit. "that better baby?" she asks. you gasp. "yeah, that's better." she answers for you, rutting her hips against your ass.

the tip of her dick is nudging your cervix, and pleasure quickly starts taking over the pain. she fills you so fucking well, like her cock was made for you, like your cunt was made for her. she grunts behind you. "yeah babe?" she asks. oh shit, you must've been talking out loud. you nod as best as you can beneath her boot.

"yeah." you moan.

"you want my cum?" she asks again. you shudder.

"yes!" you screech. she chuckles.

"you first. milk it outta me." she grunts. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cunt clenching hard around her. she whimpers, her hold on you tightening. "cum on my cock baby." she grunts, smacking your ass. that's all it takes for you to fall apart beneath her.

your legs shake as you cum, and sevika growls, her foot lifting off your head and settling behind you to get better leverage as she fucks her cock as deep as it can go inside you. She gives her hips three more thrusts before she's groans, her hot cum filling you up, and dripping down your thighs.

the two of you collapse simultaneously. she's crushing you with her weight but it's a comforting crush, and you sigh happily. sevika kisses your head.

"you okay?" she asks.

"yeah." you say dreamily. she chuckles.

"'m sorry."

"not your fault." you mumble. "thanks for not killing me." she chuckles above you.

"hmm." she hums, nuzzling into the nape of your neck.

she's asleep in a moment, her breaths evening out and tickling your ear. with sevika laying on top of you, you don't have many other options beside falling asleep beneath her.

the next morning you're both woken up by silco standing in the doorway of his office with his back turned to you, clearing his throat. "i'll give you two privacy to... clean up and go home... i just wanted to make sure you survived the night." he says.

"silco!" you call before he can shuffle away. "you need to find a new human test subject." you say. he nods.

"yes, i agree. i'm already making arrangements to make that change." he says.

"good." you say. then, "and leave a few of those shimmer samples on the bar for us."

sevika muffles her laugh in your neck as the two of you watch silco's shoulders shoot up, his ears turning bright red.

[abbysleftbicepp]

Information about me

My name is Jocelyn, I am a raging bisexual.

I get lazy a lot with writing, so don’t expect my fics to be very long 😭🫶 some will probably be long on occasion if my brain decides to work.

My timetable is all over the place, and so is my mind, so there won’t be set times to when I post fics.

I am also autistic so any autism slander in the comments will be blocked (but on a side note I will write neurodivergent reader if anyone wants me to!!)

I ONLY write wlw, I have never written nsfw content before, but I am open to trying it out. if I do write nsfw I would like men and minors to kindly piss off, thank you.

I will write for these characters (might add more in the future):

Abby Anderson (Tlou)

Ellie Williams (Tlou)

Dina Woodward (Tlou)

Vi (arcane)

Sevika (arcane)

I forgot to mention I’m British and I don’t really know the difference in time zones from here 😭👍 if I say I’m posting sm tonight it means British time

[chaigirly]

Jinx

I’d let the world burn for you ⬅️ Link

Preview ⤵️

It was always puzzling seeing Jinx go from all loving and affectionate with you to then murdering a multitude of people.

To you, she was still the sweet little Powder that you had met years ago,

But ever since Silco got his hands on her and she became Jinx, she became violent.

You didn’t realize how bad it was until a guy accidentally bumped shoulders with you.

The next moment, his body laid limp on the floor with a bullet in his head and a gun in Jinx’s hands.

“I- what was that for?!” You exclaim, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Oh cmon,” she scoffs, letting her arm fall back to her side. “It’s not the first time I’ve killed someone for you.”

*Not the first time?*

You knew Jinx was protective but not that protective.

“I’d do anything for you Y/N,” she whispers, stepping closer to you and tracing the back of her hand down your cheek as she admires your face. “I kill for you.”

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[elsweetheart]

UGH i cant do this anymore vi and abby are the type to move you out of the way when they’re walking past by like touching your waist

they’re such little teases by letting their touch linger a LITTLE bit too much

oh definitely! i’ve written about ellie doing this before but i see these two doing it for sure.

abby would be more subtle, it makes more sense for her to be in a bit of a squeeze bc she takes up so much space. you’d just feel her strong hands grip onto your hips and her strong chest press against your back and then just “oops. sorry.”

whereas vi wouldn’t even try and hide her intentions, pressing her crotch right up against your ass, hands wrapping around your waist, maybe even stopping to say something like “excuse me, you’re in my way.” trying to hide her smirk, and when she passes her hand lingers on your lower back, trailing her finger tips along it as she moves away :(

[aikoiya]

Yan!Silco x Yan!Fem!Assassin Reader Who Absolutely Adores Him

Inspired by @sunshine-for-serotonin's "Silco with an S/O who genuinely adores him."

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Yandere Silco with Fem!Assassin Reader who absolutely adores Silco & dotes on him, being very affectionate with both him & Jinx.

Not obtrusively or overly saccharinely so or in any way that would imply that he has weakness. At least, not in public anyway. Rather, she's careful to behave in ways that show him as being powerful & in charge while making her appear weak. Will often discretely place her hand on his shoulder or arm & give him a light squeeze to show she's there when she notices that he needs reassurance.

She looks delicate & defenseless, the Industrialist's cute little arm candy. Often compared to a porcelain doll. But was in reality trained from birth to be an assassin like Black Widow, just without the operation to remove her womb.

Silco had been one of the clients her handler took, & the instant he saw her standing there, he knew that she had to be his. So, after she completed the hit, (it took nary a day & there was no evidence or witnesses) Silco later comes back, kills her handler, & takes her for himself.

The first real affection she'd ever gotten in her life was from Silco & she was instantly addicted to it. She's desperate to keep him loving her.

Is always wearing hair sticks that are actually needles that she uses like daggers. Will gladly kill anyone who threatens Silco or Jinx.

Has Spiderman levels of parkour & freerunning skills. With Assassin's Creed levels of stealth.

Knows ballet due to having been taught at a young age as ballet teaches absolute body control.

Has a great deal of knowledge in toxicology & toxinology as a result of her profession & actually very much enjoys making her own poisons.

Despite her short & sweet outside, she's a regular hellcat in a fight. Literally. Absolutely vicious, yet cold as ice. Fights with poison-laced nails or her hair sticks. Moves like a cat too. Cannot be caught unless taken completely by surprise. Will literally rip a man's ear off with her teeth!

Also knows her way around a sniper rifle or crossbow when necessary, but prefers her knives & nails.

Has intimate knowledge of all the body's weak points & can kill you faster than you can blink. Quick & without ceremony. They won't even realize that they're dead before they're facedown in their own blood.

Is secretly Silco's second to last line of defense, his goons being his first, Sevika being the next, then there's Reader, & finally Silco himself.

Frankly, she terrifies Sevika.

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She always takes note of when Silco is overworked, stressed, hasn't eaten, is insecure, or just has a headache & goes out of her way to pamper him in ways that help him relax & feel better.

Scalp massages for headaches. Easy to eat & mess-less, yet delicious & healthy sandwiches when he's working. Or full delicious meals (namely his favorites) to coax him away from work for a moment for a small break. Refilling his coffee when it's low (always done just how he likes it).

She didn't initially know how to cook, but was determined to be of service to Silco as best she could as that was all she'd ever known. So, she began reading cook books & learning all she could from Silco's minions who actually know how. (Who are too scared of the boss killing them to deny her requests.)

Back massages after being hunched over in a chair all day, getting all the knots out. Body worship with whispered adoration & praise when insecure (which doesn't happen often, but it does happen on occasion), especially in the places that he's most insecure about. Specifically, the scarred side of his face. She is decidedly not scared of his scars & actually finds him devilishly handsome, even rogueish without his cover up.

Holding him tight when he has nightmares. Rubbing circles into his back & whispering that she was there into his ear.

When he's struggling with something, she makes herself available to him emotionally. Always willing to talk things out, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, she'll just sit there quietly with him, holding his hand as he processes his emotions. Just letting him know that she's there.

Baths where she washes his hair & back, massaging his scalp & back thoroughly. If he's working too late into the night & there is no deadline for the work, she'll coax him away with promises of sex by either getting up behind him & sucking/kissing his neck, whispering in his ear all the dirty things she'll do to him or what she wants him to do to her or walks in wearing a trench before letting it fall to show lingerie underneath. (As an assassin, she's had to seduce both men & women at times in order to get close to them & kill them. Though, Silco was the first person that she's ever actually wanted to be with in such a capacity. Thus, he means quite a lot to her.)

Doesn't mind wearing sexy little numbers or roleplaying for him because she figures that if she does this for him, then he's obligated to indulge her in her kinks later. (It took a lot of trial & error for her to learn what all she enjoyed. Pegging is always fun, though it took a while for Silco to be okay with giving her so much control. She actually got a magical tattoo over her womb that creates a solid magic phallus that she can actually feel through for one of her missions before Silco. -Don't ask.- It also took her a while to understand that she was allowed to ask for things from him too as she'd never been in anything even resembling an equal relationship. All her experience was as a slave who did what she was told.)

For more on the magic strap, go here:

If he needs her to top, she does so (a switch by nature & a service top who's default is gentle & reverent unless he urges her to be rougher, then will go as hard as he wants; in such a situation, she is either a top, whether via riding or pegging, or as a power bottom). Doesn't mind it if he decides that he needs her to cockwarm him while he finishes work. Will just embrace him & relax against his chest as she places soft, sweet kisses to his neck & shoulder as he finishes his paperwork. Is more than okay with indulging in his kinks so long as they aren't absolutely disgusting (which, luckily, none of them are). Is even willing to indulge in knifeplay or choking or play the part of a dominitrix (bdsm, dom/sub, bondage, degridation, whipping, ect) so long as it doesn't go too far. The last thing she wants is to legitimately harm him, but also understands that some people get a kick outta pain.

Reader often helps organize Silco's paperwork when there's too much of it by order of importance & urgency, while grouping together duplicates or multiples with the same basic issues (letting him know about them before throwing the extras away just in case she missed something) & complaints. As well as condensing reports. Just overall streamlining things for him. (She started doing all of this on her own just to help him however she could.)

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In this situation, I could see Darling sitting on Silco's lap during meetings with a book, even in Chem-Baron meetings. Sorry, that's simply her seat now. You're just gonna have to deal with it.

She is tremendously intelligent, a mistress of Hellstromism (reading a person's thoughts via observing their facial ticks & body language), interrogation, & torture, & when she wants to make an observation in a meeting that no one else seems to have really considered or some other frankly enlightening contribution to the conversation or even the fact that one of the other Barons was hiding something, she'll lean up & whisper it into Silco's ear rather than alerting the rest of the Barons. But even in those situations, she doesn't divert her attention away from either Silco or the book in her hands even while quietly observing everyone in the room.

Only really noticeably looks at the other members of those meetings to glare at them in a way that makes them feel like insects.

She also quickly notices when Silco begins to get frustrated in these meetings & in those moments, gently kisses his cheek or jaw or temple while she caresses the other cheek. Never shying away from his scar.

It never fails to calm him down & ground him.

Always wears a steampunk dress that matches his suit in color scheme to Chem-Baron meetings & can always be seen wearing a leather choker with a gold heart & Silco's signature engraved into the metal.

It all sends a clear message. One that very loudly says, 'I'm Silco's. Do not touch under pain of death a/o dismemberment.'

She has this thing about reciprocal ownership & also has a tattoo of Silco's signature over her heart. If Silco has one of hers over his own heart, is absolutely ecstatic about it.

If he calls her 'his,' will confirm with 'yours' before asking 'mine?' If he reciprocates, confirming that 'yes, he's hers too,' then she'll practically croon into his kiss.

Also likes it when Silco uses possessive pet names such as 'my kitten' or 'my treasure' or 'my pet' or 'my pearl' or 'my doll' or even 'my queen' for her & she tends to use them for him herself. Things like, 'my king' or 'my love' or 'my darling.'

There's definitely a lot of co-dependency going on in this relationship.

Adores Jinx & enjoys listening to her babble on about her inventions. Eager to give her own input when appropriate. Seems to know how to handle the girl in a way that even Silco really doesn't at times. Is very kind, calm, & motherly with the girl. Has big mom energy.

Helps Silco to administer his medicine whenever Jinx is busy. Holds him close when he seizes from the pain, nuzzling & kissing his throat.

Will also seamlessly step into his spot of ruthless business owner when he needs a break. Is normally sweet & demure, but it's like a switch is flipped & she becomes this cold, calculating queenpin. Still seems sweet, but in a passive-aggressive way, her edges suddenly far sharper & unusually threatening for a woman her size. She can actually handle most anything that Zaun or Piltover can throw at her with steel in her bones, she just prefers her life as Silco's cute little housewife.

Just very dedicated to taking care of her man & their daughter, making sure they're both happy & healthy. (Which includes helping Jinx come to terms with her past trauma & become a well-adjusted individual. As well as how to value people as more than toys to be played with until they're broken, then thrown away.)

Loves Jinx dearly, but quickly takes on the role of 'responsible parent' because it becomes very obvious, very quickly that Silco is very soft on the girl & literally lets her get away with murder. So, Reader takes on the dubious duty of being Mrs. Tough Love, in charge of real serious talk. Never oversteps the line, but definitely nudges it. Is really serious about this role & often reads parenting books. Is careful to never be cruel about it.

Also teaches Jinx how to fight both hand-to-hand, with a knife, or brass knuckles just in case she's ever without her guns or bombs. Gifted her with a pair of fingerless shooting gloves with metal knuckle studs. Would rip apart anyone who hurt the girl with her bare hands.

If anyone ever tries to kidnap Reader & hold her for ransom against Silco, she'll, 9 times out of 10, end up walking back home on her own covered in her captor's blood before the kingpin even has the chance to do anything, as though she hadn't just committed a massacre. Might even end up meeting up with him as he's searching for her. Always brings back a trophy, which tends to be something her captor held dear that's also small enough to carry with her.

Gifts it to Silco as an apology for having been stolen from him.

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Reader is innately a non-materialistic person & most things she wants tend to have some sort of utility or purpose, whether for herself or for her family. She's used to living a very spartan lifestyle, so it takes time for her to begin indulging in things. Even then, most superfluous things she becomes interested in will either help her to help Silco, is really something that Silco will like (such as lingerie), or reminds her of Silco or Jinx in some way.

She does have a fascination with stealth weapons & jewelry that have a utilitarian use. Things like her hair stick weapons or shoes with blades in the heels or earrings that function as 2-way radios or charm bracelets with charms she can remove & throw to the ground & they turn out to be smoke bombs or flash bangs or a bracelet that unfolds into a wrist-mounted mini-crossbow. Things like that.

Has also begun to learn pharmacology & various other medical studies for fear of her new family getting hurt or becoming ill.

Is quickly becoming skilled in biochemistry, pharmacology, pharmacognosy, & alchemy as a result. (Revived Silco after Jinx shot him at the end of season 1.)

Has discovered that she enjoys gardening & cultivates plants that are useful for poison making, alchemy, medicine, or cooking.

Is an immaculate strategist & has a natural inclination for noticing cause & effect. As such, she has a tendency to see the long-term consequences of Silco's plans when he simply doesn't see the full scope at times. Such as the long-term consequences that Shimmer will have on Zaun & its people, as well as Zaun's incoming economic collapse should the city not find any other products to trade besides Shimmer.

As such, she alerts him to those consequences without making him feel like she's criticizing or degrading him.

Because of this, she recommended that he hire people to scour Runeterra for phytoremedial & cave-dwelling plants, including crops, to try & alleviate this oversight.

She & Silco enjoy playing chess. In the beginning, Reader would let him win until he noticed & requested that she no longer do so. She then began crushing him at the game. This resulted in Silco slowly becoming more skilled over time until they became pretty even skillwise. Now, the outcome is pretty even between Silco, Reader, & tie.

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It's just been brought to my attention that the Reader in this is kinda yandere herself &, honestly, they're right.

I suppose that Silco & Reader's relationship in this is supposed to be a lot like salt. In that salt is a benign compound made by combining 2 toxic elements, sodium (Na) & chloride (Cl). Don't know which represents which, but c'est la vie!

In this way, their combined yandere-ness sort of cancels each other out? Or, at least, that's what I'm going for here.

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How would Silco react to all of this do ya'll think?

Anyone who wants to tackle this is more than welcome to!

Just be sure to tag or link me!

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I see ur requests are open and... i have an odd one, if you're willing. Viktor with a s/o who asks if he could be more possessive for a night? Like, reader would never intentionally make Viktor jealous but they like the fantasy of it, if that makes sense?

Whether you do this ask or not, I just want to say i adore your writing. Its like a warm hug on a rainy day <3

Once again, I have taken the prompt in my mouth and run away, and this time no one was there to get to me to spit it out. I'm sorry, it's a little bit chewed.

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Viktor x fem!Reader (18+)

Content tags: some guy being gross and handsy (brief) | Reader being anxious (brief) | possessive Viktor | semi-public sex | p in v | fingering | squirting | lol it's a little messy | meanie Viktor | but also softie Viktor | safewords in place but not used

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-You can feel the eyes on you, as you wander around the crowded event hall. Sidelong glances from other patrons as you pass them by, their gazes lingering for a few seconds before their attention is drawn elsewhere.

-You don’t stand out amongst the other partygoers - your clothing is simple and elegant, draping and folding over your body in the most flattering way. Your jewelry, though heavy at your throat and wrists, is mundane, even as it sparkles in the light of the chandeliers above.

-But despite all this, despite so totally blending in with the crowd, you can’t shake the sensation that you’re being watched. Not just looked at as a passing thought, but actively followed throughout the room. Yet you can’t seem to find your potentially unwanted guest.

-You crane your neck in every direction, hoping to detect any kind of suspicious movement. You’re honestly a little bit angry about how flustered all this is making you: you don’t even know that you are being watched. For all you know, there could be no threat whatsoever, and you could be getting worked up over nothing.

- “Shit!” you hiss, as you collide face-first into some unwitting person dressed in a fancy suit. “I’m sorry - I wasn’t watching where I was going!”

-You expect a solid reprimand for your actions, a verbal lashing for being careless and airheaded, and for having the audacity to interact with someone of such important stature.

-But nothing comes.

- “It’s alright,” the man chimes, flashing you with a blindingly charismatic smile. “The wine is still in the glass, so there’s no harm done. It can be hard to navigate around these things, without stepping on any toes.”

-He then leans down towards you, lowering his voice just slightly, “Both literally and figuratively.”

-The joke is old and overused, but it brings a charmed smile to your features nonetheless. You’re lucky that you’ve managed to run into someone so forgiving in spirit. Or…so you think.

-You move to make your escape, hoping to dodge any kind of conversation with the man, polite as he is, but the moment you turn away you feel a hand resting heavy on your waist. You want to pretend that you don’t notice the touch, you want to disappear into the crowd again, but then the stupid music also starts up again and the swaths of people begin to organize.

-Sectioning off into pairs or making haste to their seats, you’ve nowhere to disappear to without making a total ass of yourself. So, you do what any woman in your situation would: you turn around with a practiced smile, right into the waiting arms of a total stranger.

-It’s not a short dance by any means - no one comes up to the two of you to swap partners, and you’re unable to find an opening to quickly dash out of his arms. He holds you a little too tightly, a little too closely, for it to be friendly or comfortable. And god, you can smell the champagne on his breath, with how near he keeps you.

-And you still haven’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched.

-But then finally, finally, luck seems to line up in your favour. The music breaks off for a few moments, throwing off the rhythm of those still meandering around the dancefloor. Someone collides hard with your captor, jarring him enough that he releases you - and like you’d hoped, the first thing his attention is drawn to is the potential argument with the other guest.

-Leaving you just enough time to silently slink away, weaving around tables, to sneak out the main entrance to the room.

-It’s a little cooler in the hallway, though it’s hardly easier to breathe. You’re still wound up from everything that’s gone on, still on edge from all the touching and noise and bright lights and-

-You take a breath.

-It’s fine, you tell yourself, taking a few wobbly steps forward. The hallway is significantly less crowded than the prior room had been. Fewer eyes on you, if they even pay you any mind to begin with. It’s fine. He hasn’t followed you. He didn’t see you leave. You’re fine.

-But there it comes again, the feeling of being stared at.

-Like an electric shock up your spine, the panic sets in. Your pace quickens and you make your way briskly down the hall, praying to whatever deity might be out there that you won’t trip on your dress, or catch the toe of your shoe on the carpet.

-One foot, after the other, again and again.

-Turning down twisting hallways, until you finally end up alone.

-But you don’t feel alone. The floor is soft, too quiet for you to be able to detect any sound of footsteps.

-A glance around you confirms that yes, you’re definitely alone. But for how long? And with how far you’ve gone, what if you have been followed? What if you get hassled, or worse - would anyone hear you calling for help? Would anyone-

-You quickly duck into one of the many smaller rooms that line the corridor, swiftly shutting the door behind you.

-As if anyone would actually be able to get the drop on you, you think, your anxiety waning by a fraction. You throw a mean right hook, and you wore flats specifically in case you had to run.

-You take a second to catch your breath, leaning hard against the solid door. The room you’re in is probably the best you could have chosen, despite you not knowing where anything is. It’s spacious, but not overly so - the ceilings are a normal height, instead of arching high above in a display of grandiosity.

-It looks to be some sort of casual meeting room, with a couple of filled bookshelves, and couches laid out around an old fireplace. Unused, by the look of it, but you suppose it’s more about the flair than the functionality.

-You don’t pay mind to much else after that: you don’t need to. The room is dark, save for the moonlight from the windows lining one wall, and you’re finally relaxed enough to settle on one of the plush surfaces offered to you.

-You stare at the empty fireplace.

-You sigh.

-Your night wasn’t supposed to go like this.

-You were supposed to have fun, you were supposed to try weird, tasty fingerfoods, and laugh, and joke, and dance with your friends. You were supposed to spend time with your boyfriend, who for whatever reason, had decided not to show up.

-You sigh.

-Maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t come tonight. 

-He’s never been a particularly possessive person, nor is he very confrontational: but had he known about the other partygoer bothering you, making you uncomfortable and nervous and what not? He would have stepped in.

-And judging by the way your would-be assailant jumped at the chance to cuss out someone who had the audacity to disturb his dance with you, you don’t doubt that someone would have gotten punched.

-You don’t fancy your boyfriend with a black eye.

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-You stay there for several minutes, reclining comfortably on the soft couch and letting your tired feet rest. It’s nice, sitting in the dark and the quiet, with only the distant din of the party to disturb you. No one passes by your little hiding place, or comes to tell you to leave. It’s just you, curled up, on the brink of dozing off.

-Until a sound brings you out of your trance.

-It’s brief, and you wonder for a moment if you really heard it, but - no, there it is again. It takes a moment for you to place where it’s coming from, but when you do, panic sets in anew. 

-The jiggling of a doorknob.

-If not someone here to actively bother you, then definitely some unwitting patron hoping to find a moment of reprieve. Or someone to scold you and kick you out - were you even supposed to be in here? Surely the door wouldn’t have been unlocked if you could get in trouble for wandering. With the party so close by, nothing of value would have been kept-

- “Miláček?” the lilted tone comes from the doorway as it cracks open, soft, but not so low as a whisper. “Are you in there?”

-All at once, your anxiety dissipates, and it feels like you can breathe again. “I’m here,” you breathe, allowing the tension to finally ease out of your shoulders. God, you were going to have some kind of headache tomorrow - if you couldn’t already feel one starting.

-Viktor slips inside the room just as sneakily as you had, shutting the door behind him. He stands there for a few moments, glancing around trying to find your person while his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light.

- “Over here,” you tell him, biting back a laugh at the sight of him squinting towards a variety of shadows. “On the couch- no, the other couch- Viktor, the other, other couch.”

-You know he’s just toying with you, trying to make you giggle at his aimless bumbling. And it works, a smile finally tugging at the corners of your mouth.

-Probably your first real expression of the evening.

- “You know,” he says, once he’s settled comfortably beside you, with his arm tossed leisurely over the back of the couch. “You are remarkably difficult to find.”

-You scoot closer to him, allowing yourself to tilt sideways until you’re resting against him. He’s warm, and familiar, and you can’t control the sense of relief that washes through you when his arm slips from the couch to instead wrap over your shoulders, drawing you closer.

- “It was by design,” you admit, with a pout. “I couldn’t find you at the party, and some guy decided that was incentive to latch onto me. I was trying to escape him.”

-Viktor hums once to himself, in consideration.

-You’re…not sure why that makes you nervous.

-It’s a different sort of anxiety than you’d been feeling previously - you’re not filled with dread or fear, or…really any kind of negative emotion. Yet your heart rate has started to pick up, thumping harder in your chest and making it more difficult to find your breath.

- “I saw you,” he says bluntly.

-Your eyes widen.

- “You were quite quick on your feet, in the crowd,” he explains, his arm tightening around you. “I did try to catch up, but you kept disappearing on me.”

-You smush your cheek against him, readying an apology for not noticing him. But he, much to your surprise, shushed you with a single finger before you can even start speaking.

- “Imagine my annoyance,” he continues, a slender digit pressed over your lips, “Upon finding you with someone else? Some tall, blond, apparently belligerent man, who was most definitely not part of the plan we’d made tonight.”

-You swallow the lump in your throat, unable to quell the fluttering in your stomach as he stares hard into your eyes. Allowing you to see the disdain for the man who’d had his hands all over you, the irritation he’d felt in those moments where he hadn’t been able to say anything.

-And the amusement for what was to come.

- “Stand up,” he says suddenly, his hands leaving your body so he can lean away, “And take off your dress.”

-Heat immediately creeps up your neck.

- “What about the door?” you squeak, already embarrassed by the thought of someone walking in and seeing you stark naked. “I didn’t hear you lock it.”

-Viktor sighs.

- “There was no one in the hallway when I came in,” he says, already a little impatient. “And if someone does walk in…well. Let them watch, then. At least they’ll know that you’re mine.”

-You’re borderline ashamed at how wholly a single word affects you. Sending little tremors down every nerve in your body, you rise to your feet in a sudden daze, pulling hastily at the strings and buttons on the back of your dress.

-By design, it was fairly easy to get in and out of - loosen a couple of ribbons here and there, and the entire thing would slide flawlessly off your body. But no matter how you fumble with every knot, nothing seems to be fast enough - it only takes you about ten seconds to divest yourself of the fine silk, but it’s ten seconds too long.

-Ten seconds that Viktor isn’t touching you.

-To your credit, you do manage to rid yourself of your gown eventually, letting it pool at your feets for a moment before stepping out and kicking it aside. You take a step back towards your boyfriend, intent on finding your favourite spot in his lap.

-But he stops you.

-You hesitate slightly, and a question dies on your tongue when you see the crooked little smirk of amusement on his face.

- “On the table,” he orders gently, nodding towards the low centerpiece set up between all the couches. “Spread your legs for me, and don’t try to hide yourself. I want to see you.”

-You chew the inside of your cheek for a moment, before nodding. The polished, lacquered wood is a sudden chill of your backside, sending goosebumps prickling across your flushed skin. You don’t know why you’re so entirely bothered over just a few simple words, mildly humiliated by the way your boyfriend leers at you, even moreso by the chance that someone could actually walk in.

-Would he actually let them watch, you wonder. Would he actually fuck you in front of a total stranger?

- “Spread your legs,” he demands again, his tone a little sharper, when you sit there lost in thought for a couple seconds too long.

-You do as you’re told.

-You meet his demands enthusiastically, spreading yourself wider and wider as each order falls past his lips. All while he watches from the comfort of the couch, staring at you with an almost mean sort of pleasure.

- “Touch yourself,” he tells you, his own hands moving to the buttons of his trousers. “I can already see how soaked you are from here - are you really so affected by me, drahý? Or have you been dripping and wanting all night?”

-You whine quietly, your own hand dipping down between your legs. It’s you, you want to tell him, when you feel the slickness gathering below - but you know better than to speak when he hasn’t asked you to.

-He watches for a little while, slowly stroking himself to full hardness, while you work little circles over your clit. It’s not enough to make you come, not enough to even bring you close, but it certainly succeeds in making you wetter: and in providing a good show for him.

-Him, telling you when to slow down your movements, when to speed them up. Even when to slide two fingers into your drenched hole, and when to curl them against that perfect sweet spot inside.

-You whine when he asks that of you, knowing that if he pushes too far, where it will end up.

-But he persists, relentless in his command. “Curl. Your. Fingers.” he says sternly, watching bemusedly as you struggle to contain your reaction. 

- “I don’t want to make a mess,” you whine, trying desperately to slow your movements, hoping, begging that he’ll show you some mercy. That he won’t embarrass you like that, that he’ll turn his attention elsewhere and then fuck you with his perfect cock.

- “Perhaps,” he agrees, “But I want you to make a mess. It’s the least I deserve, don’t you think? After having to witness you let someone else put their filthy hands all over you? Besides, listen to you. Your sweet little cunt is already dripping everywhere - I know you want to come.”

-You can feel the tears budding in the corners of your eyes, your movements slowing even more, trying in vain to put off what you know is inevitable.

-Viktor, to his credit, does seem to notice your hesitation. His expression softens by a fraction, and he carefully slides off the couch and onto the floor, kneeling crookedly in front of you.

- “It it’s too much,” he reminds you, tenderly sliding the warm flat of his hands over your trembling things, “You know your colours. Do you want to tap out?”

-He stares up at you without any expectations or judgment, waiting in earnest to see if he’d pushed you too far past your boundaries.

-But still, despite your reservations, you shake your head quickly and keep your mouth shut. Like you’d discussed beforehand, over the past couple days, if you never uttered your safeword, then his torturous ministrations would continue.

-Your reaction makes him grin, nonetheless.

- “Good,” he says sweetly. It’s all a facade, though. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he presses two of his own fingers into you, alongside your own. The stretch alone garners a soft cry from you, but the relentless pace he keeps is what makes you sob.

-Your entire body is burning hot: with embarrassment, with pleasure. The moans and whimpers that fall past your lips are entirely involuntary. The arm that’s holding you up gives out, and you flop bonelessly down onto the flat of the table.

-All you can do is hold on.

-Tears burning hot tracks down your cheeks, you watch as Viktor lowers himself further, bringing his face towards your drenched pussy.

-You know what he’s about to do.

-But knowing doesn’t prepare you for the actual sensation of his lips closing around your swollen clit. Sucking hard, delivering relentless bliss unto you.

-Your orgasm doesn’t wash over you so much as it does drown you. Engulfing you in your entirety, the sounds of the outside world fade away, and your vision dances with colours. Every muscle pulled taught while Viktor works you through it, grinning in satisfaction when your juices splash over his palm, and dribble down onto the carpet below.

-You, on the other hand, are certain you’ve died.

-Gone is your shame, your worries and hesitation, replaced with the infinite euphoria in which you float mindlessly.

-Barely even able to muster a whine when you feel the blunt head of your boyfriend’s cock sliding through your soaked folds. You don’t even have the strength to bat him away, though the stretch as he pushes into you grounds you a little.

-Enough to open your eyes, and stare up at him, breathless.

-Gone is his somewhat cruel expression from earlier, replaced with the tender and kind smile that you’re used to. The gentleness that you fell in love with, all those years ago. And his hands, stroking slowly up and down your sides, massaging little circles into the fat of your hips.

- “Colour, milý?” he asks, his honeyed eyes never leaving yours as he stoops down to press a kiss in between your breasts.

- “Green,” you hum weakly.

-He smiles against your skin, and then pulls back. Briefly. Sliding out of your slick cunt for only a fraction of a second before he’s thrusting back in. Hard and steady, knowing that you’ll likely find your release again, but wholeheartedly chasing his own.

-You lay there blissfully, your legs wrapped around his narrow hips while you whine and shake and gasp. Like time does not exist, only the feeling of him filling you so well, again and again and again.

-Until his fingertips dig into your sides, and his pace falters slightly.

-His own voice, ragged and broken, cursing, calling out for you.

-Your eyes, hazy and dazed, meeting each other in the darkness.

-Your second orgasm, ripping through your body as he spills himself into you. Making an utter mess of your used, sloppy pussy.

-Leaning down until he can all but collapse on top of you, his hair sticking to his damp forehead as he rests it on your tummy.

-Both of you, catching your breath for a couple minutes, before smiling elated at each other, realizing what you’ve done.

-The night did not go as planned, you think. -But it’s definitely gone better.

[valaruakars]

Hi darling, i love you idea so much to celebrate our boy, so here are my numbers 2, 3, 6, 10, 15, 16, 54, 55, 57, 87, 112, 127 Please give me the most Dominant and jealous Viktor ever uwu

Most dominant and jealous Viktor ever, huh? That would be the Machine Herald, then. Picked a few of these lines that fit the best. Double the word count because last one, best one 💖

Also I hear you asking, "What the everloving fuck do you mean by too many teeth?" This, my friends. This.

Tags/Warnings: 18+, MH!Viktor x AFAB Fem!Reader, exhibitionism, public sex, jealousy, possessive behavior, groping, gloved fingering, orgasm denial, Reader has an augmented arm

You hate the Chem-Barons.

Viktor hates the Chem-Barons.

But the Machine Herald? He tolerates them. Meets with them and their lackeys, even. Has to, because the success rate of his augmentations is exponentially higher when Shimmer is involved. He needs the medical grade variety, not what’s bought off the streets where it’s cut with impurities and improperly handled. He needs it from the source, and negotiates accordingly.

It’s none of your business. Typically, you don’t go. But as his notoriety has grown—the metal man on Emberflit Alley that can take away your suffering—safety has become precarious. Just yours. You’re nobody special; just a token from another life, and you don’t have a laser claw. All you have is your wits, your loyalty and a newly fitted arm that doesn’t do anything exciting, but at least you’re alive.

Now he takes you everywhere.

Him and his too many teeth, you can feel his sneer behind the mask when people look at you in the street; when they shape their lips to whistle, but think better of it. Has something to do with a metal whirr behind you that you can hear but not see with your gaze fixed forward, head held high.

He’s different now, this man with your long lost lover’s voice, but the jealousy stayed and he remembers what it felt like to love you. It’s made him possessive.

And, well…

You kind of like it.

It’s kind of fun, even, to see what he’ll do when one of the cronies escorting you in gives you the wrong kind of attention. The kind where their eyes linger in all the wrong places, and their hand trails down your arm when they think Viktor isn’t looking. He is, always. The mask just makes it hard to tell.

Hard to kiss you, too. But in the short time you’re waiting at the long, empty table, sat in his lap without a chair of your own, he lifts it enough to shove his strange tongue into your mouth. As you whimper and try to keep pace, he watches your face, your reactions. You can tell by the yellow light that brightens the darkness behind your closed eyes.

He snaps it down, shuts you out abruptly when a door clicks open and people start to file in—some with old augmentations, some with Viktor’s new ones. You know his work on sight.

He’s not done with you, though.

Low, dark synth in your ear says, “I don’t like people touching what’s mine,” and delight twists into your gut like the shrapnel that nearly missed your liver.

Your permission is a whispered, “Please,” spoken with kiss bitten lips, slick and puffy. The kind of please that says use me; do whatever you want.

Only part way through the meeting does he strike—a vigilance for lecherous eyes that are not his own. You can feel it too, the weight of being watched by someone at the table. The one who licks their split, sickly lips when your eyes pass over them, surely.

The hand that had a vice tight grip on your waist eases, and slips beneath the hem of your shirt. He’s not subtle like he used to be, but who would stop a soulless, metal monolith from doing what he pleases where it concerns his little fucktoy? Who would raise a word against him for reaching up to cup the warm swell of your breast, or acknowledge the apathy with which he claims what’s his?

They’re cowards, the lot of them.

Except for maybe Renata, who is terrifying and paying you no mind.

There’s a violent shift in the atmosphere. Literally. Someone draws a knife and shouting breaks out across the table, but his modulated voice is all you hear.

“Only I get to touch you like this,” he murmurs, tugging down the edge of your bra inside your shirt. He thumbs over your nipple, rolls it harshly between the cold, finely ridged metal of his mechanized hand. Only he can hear your breathing stutter, or feel the way you go ridgid to choke down a whine.

Your composure holds, though—spine straight, eyes fixed out the windows. Indifferent.

Perhaps that’s why he drops his hand out, and slips the other up your skirt instead.

Your eyes flare with a sick, thrilled terror as you clutch the hem down over his hand. He wouldn’t like if anyone truly saw you—your bare, soaked cunt—when he wrenches your panties aside. That’s just for him.

Discreetly, you open your legs just enough for the press of his fingers. It’s his human hand this time, warm through the leather glove with which he hides it. Two grainy fingers slip through your pussy and roughly push inside until his palm sits flush.

It takes everything you have not to make a sound, stretched so suddenly, sweet and burning. Is it mercy or torture that he doesn’t move? Just fills you nice and full so that anyone who looks too closely will see who you belong to. One or two must’ve caught on; they pointedly look the other way.

Viktor catches your quick scan of the room; flexes his fingers to draw your attention back. Whispers in a way that has always, always wrecked you, “Would they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you?”

Never.

You shake your stupid, besotted head.

“Mm, no, I didn’t think so,” he all but laughs, wicked thing. Not as soulless as he or anyone else wants to believe.

Perhaps a little heartless, though, the way he plays absently with your clit. Sweeps and rolls with his wet leather thumb until you’re trembling and your lungs are burning—suffocating on all those little noises held back. He has you clenching around him so quickly, clawing uselessly at the metal plates of his shoulder. And the closer you get, the less you care for subtly or dignity or proper conduct of any sort. You only want release. You’ll hide your face against his armored neck, gasping quietly as you can to hide what is obviously happening, if it means you can have it.

There’s just one little problem.

Right on the cusp, and you’re suddenly empty. Instead, his hand comes to rest heavy on your bare thigh, glove glistening. Your slick is like fine, gossamer webbing between his fingers. Only then do you realize the gravity of the situation—that he’s not finished, and you aren’t going to, because he grips you hard and murmurs:

“Only I get to see you come.”

[darklcy]

𝐀𝐔 + 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

─ refer to my masterlist before requesting characters/series!

── can choose a quote + au, two quotes, or two au's! limiting to those choices so it doesn't get confusing or too difficult to write ∘°∘♡∘°∘

𝐀𝐔'𝐬

�� enemies to lovers ⊳ zombie apocalypse ⊳ guardian angel ⊳ one bed scenario ⊳ vampire s/o ⊳ fantasy world ⊳ soulmates ⊳ world crossovers : character put into hogwarts, undercity, etc.

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

⊳ “what happened? who did this?” ⊳ “i’m not going to let anything hurt you.” ⊳ “i’m here if you need anything, yknow.” ⊳ “you’re safe with me.” ⊳ “just talk to me! stop shutting me out!”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ i had a lot of fun doing these last time, so go crazy!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 30: Sex Pollen

Summary: Singed had told you stories, faint rumors of a purple flower that created the feeling of being alive, every fiber on edge. An addictive substance, no doubt, one that could add to the potentcy of Shimmer. As you began to prepare the equipment, you carefully cut a petal to extract its essence. Without warning, the flower emitted a cloud of bright purple pollen, catching both you and Silco off guard. Who knows what effects it could have. Warnings: Sex pollen, fingering, P in V sex, reader has a vagina, pinning, slight sub/dom dynamics, consent is established and there is a history, etc. MNDI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. ONLY ONE MORE DAY?! WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE?

Shadows danced under flickering lights and the air buzzed with the hum of innovation. You toiled away in your lab, a calculated mess of microscopes, beakers, and strange bubbling liquids. Singed’s apprentience, at your finest. Your reputation for pushing the boundaries of science had caught the attention of Silco and he valued your intellect and creativity; providing you with resources to explore your ambitious projects that would ultimately benefit him.

One evening, after a long day of experimenting with shimmer, you ventured into the depths of the Undercity to clear your mind. The streets were a chaotic blend of laughter and tension, but you had a singular focus. You were searching for rare flora rumored to possess extraordinary properties—flowers that could potentially change the course of Zaun's future. Singed had told you stories, faint rumors of a purple flower that created the feeling of being alive, every fiber on edge. An addictive substance, no doubt, one that could add to the potentcy of Shimmer. As you wandered through an abandoned alley, a soft glow caught your eye. Nestled among the rubble was a flower unlike any you had seen: its petals shimmered like liquid, and a faint, sweet fragrance wafted toward you. It seemed so out of place in the dim and dreary. Such a beauty in contrast to the violence that surronded it.  Entranced, you carefully plucked the flower, tucking it safely in your satchel. 

Returning to the lab, you placed the flower under a microscope, curiosity piqued. You noted its unique structure and vibrant coloration, all living up to the rumors you had been told. Surely, this must be a flower. The lab was alive with the hum of machinery, the air thick with the scent of chemicals and the promise of discovery. Just as you were about to document your findings in your notebook, Silco entered, his presence commanding yet oddly reassuring. 

“What have you found?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the glowing flower.

“It’s incredible,” you replied, excitement bubbling in your voice. “I think it could have potential applications in shimmer enhancement, perhaps even a way to stabilize the addicting effects. It would take time however, of course. All things do—”

Silco stepped closer, cutting you off with a wave of his hand. His eyes peered down at the plant, expression calm but clearly intrigued. “ You should investigate it further. Can you extract its properties?”

You nodded, eager to share the discovery. You had always reveled in impressing the Eye of Zaun, seeing his bicolored eyes light up with interest as you spoke of your latest projects. How close he would hover your body, heat radiating between you, something deep and unspoken. It was intoxicating and dangerous, just as you liked it. A forbidden fruit you desired, drawing you deeper into your sin with every bite. 

As you began to prepare the equipment, you carefully cut a petal to extract its essence. Without warning, the flower emitted a cloud of bright purple pollen, catching both you and Silco off guard. Silco instinctively raised his hand to shield himself, but it was too late. The pollen enveloped you both, and you were left coughing, spluttering, and blinking against the brightness.

Once the cloud dissipated, you exchanged bewildered glances. Silco’s expression was a mix of concern and curiosity, while you felt a strange energy coursing through you. 

“What was that?”you asked, brushing pollen from your hair.

“I don’t know,” Silco replied, his voice low, “but we should be careful.”

As the minutes passed, you noticed something strange. Heat polled in your lower belly, a creeping feeling that seemed to envelop every part of your body. Slow and ragged breaths passed your lips, small beads of sweat forming on your lower brow. The world seemed hot. Too hot. Removing your lab coat, draping it on the chair, you were left in a small tank top and a pair of pants. Simple attire, but it felt so constricting. Nothing you were doing seemed to cool you down and the ache within your core grew at an alarming rate. Painful, but in the best way. 

Silco was feeling the same, albiet slower. Having not gotten hit with as much pollen, he took to observing your strange reaction in tandem with his own. Coming to investiagte, he places his hand on your forehead, as if to check your temperature. he almost whimpers at the touch of your hand against his, the sound of your gasp sending a shiver down his spine. The sight of you squirming beneath him, when his thumb brushes over the nape of your neck as he drags his hand down from your head, sends sparks through his body. Losing all train of thought, the warmth of your body against his drives him crazy, and he has to use all his willpower to break away from this moment, knowing he shouldn't indulge too much. 

His hand is cool against your skin, healing some of the burn that lights up your body. With a small whimper, you lean your head closer to his touch, begging for more. 

“Please…Silco…what’s going on?”

“I…I think that flower has illicited this reaction. What exactly did you say it was again?”

“Singed said it was rumored to cause people to feel more alive, addicted I suppose.”

Silco certainly felt alive, every fiber of his being was alight with arousal, the strain in his trousers steady growing. Bringing his mouth to speak into the shell of your ear, his voice was husky in a way that drove you insane. Your breath hitches at his touch, the feeling of his fingers across your cheek sends tingles through your chest. You swallow, trying to ignore the desire building within. 

“I think it does more than that, darling. Would you allow me to demonstrate?”

Gods did you ever. With quick and rapid nods, he had his answer as you writhed below him. He could smell you, how soaked you were. That damp spot on your pants did little to hide salaciousness of your thoughts and needs. Bringing a finger to rub your clothes core, you body choked back a breath at the flash of stimulation that shot through you. With every stroke, the ache between your thighs never seemed to disappiate but grow stronger. More painful and pleasureable than the last, a lewd mewl passes your lips as Silco massaged your drenched pussy.

Wasting no time on formal foreplay, your body clearly ready and willing, he removed his fingers for just a moment to pull down your pants; letting them pool at your ankles. Sinking two fingers into your pussy and starting to scissor you wide, his large and deft fingers thrusted in and out of you. Your body became lost in the erotic rapture of your senses, words of praise leaving your lips in hoarse whispers of pleasure. You could feel his touch everywhere, your body seemed one with his. 

One hand digging into your hips, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses on the valley of your neck, and the other hand knuckle deep inside you in such a way you felt you mind explode. The feeling of fullness was almost an impossible feeling to describe, like you were meant to be this way. Every thought within you screaming ‘MORE’ as he continued to work you towards your release. 

“So sweet for me, such a precious little thing. You wanted this all along didn’t you, wanted me to fill you up just like this. Didn’t need a plant to ask my dear, I would have done it in a heartbeat.”

Removing his fingers with a swift motion, leaving you no reprieve, he unbuckled his pants with a clip. Without warning, he sunk his hot and heavy cock into you with one deft motion. Both of you moaning both at the sight and feeling, the delicious yet somewhat burning friction that both of you so desperately craved. Your cunt is like Heaven for him, warm and inviting. Taking him so well, it feels like the first fire in his loins he every experienced as your body welcomes him. Sinful in all the best ways. He had always admired you from afar, filthy thoughts settling in his mind with every interaction and you had not the slightess clue. But he could trail your gaze every day, follow your wanting mind to see it settle on him. A perveted old man such as him had no business in corrupting your body in this way. But you had given him permission, commanded his desires to unfurl, and so he relished. 

Slowly thrusting, taking his time to draw out every noise, he relished in the sight below him. Had you had planned all of this just for him? No, you would never. But it was of no consequence, he had you right where he wanted you. You were truly such a loyal little sinner, so obedient and ready for him.The thoughts alone nearly had Silco cumming inside you, mumbling incoherently as he picked up the pace, driving deeper, the walls of your cunt squeezing onto him for dear life. The added weight and pace was becoming nearly too much.  Every plunge of his member caused jolts of arousal to shake your body through the core, illiciting a pornographic moan to annouce your impending release. 

“That’s it darling, cum for me. Show me just how badly you wanted this.”

You couldn’t help but nod, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your own orgasm rapidly approached. Silco’s thrusts started to become sloppy and heated, eyes closing and hair disheveled from the intensity. Soft grunts left his lips and with one final stroke, he spilled hot ropes of cum into you; spurring you into your own orgasm at the feeling of his hot seed within you. Calming down from your high, you brought you hand to caress his cheek gently. Admiring the way his chest heaved with each breath, how dialted his eyes were. While the ache had dulled, it still remained. Softly buzzing in the air, surronding the blissful high that had overcome you.

“I am not quite satiated, my dear. May I indulge in you once more?”

[classyfanfictionreader]

honestly i don't post here anything i just enjoy works of other artists and i enjoy that a lot but i am thinking about writing fics for vi from arcane

but i don't have it

how do i get one???

[archangeldyke-all]

Outlaw cowboy sevika who fell in love with a good woman or a woman she is partner in crimes with?

i'm done writing the big fic, so i can finally start doing requests again!! starting with this GENIUS idea tysm anon <333

men and minors dni

the parlor doors swing open, and a shadowy figure wanders into the tavern. behind the bar, you bite your lip, watching patrons scatter as the cloaked figure struts over to the bar, a jingle decorating every one of their footsteps as their spurs twirl on their boots.

they knock on the bar top to get your attention, like you haven't had your eyes trained on them since they strolled in. you grin.

"how can i help ya?" you ask, already reaching under the counter to pull out a glass and bottle of whiskey. you pour them a big glass and slide it across the bar, not moving your hand when they reach forward to grab it.

when your fingers meet, you gently brush yours against theirs, then slowly, slowly trail your fingers up their arm, before grabbing the rim of their hat and flicking it up.

there she is, you think as sevika's face is finally revealed to you. she's smiling just as wide as you are.

"got any vacancies?" she asks. you chuckle.

"fully booked, sorry miss." you tease. she snorts. "but maybe if you work for it i can arrange a place for you to sleep." you add on. sevika rolls her eyes as you grab two buckets and gesture for her to follow you. she does. she always does.

you wander out of the tavern and into the small side garden you tend to in your free time. shoving a bucket into her arms, you gesture at the well. she meanders over to it and begins pumping the spout until water comes spurting out. you watch in amusement as she gets sprayed and curses.

you walk through your rows of crops, harvesting a few ears of corn, a couple of potatoes, a handful of carrots.

your tavern/inn is located on the main street of a small shanty town in the middle of nowhere. the only people who travel through these parts are up to no good, so when you came to own the place after the previous owner died and left it in your name, you made a few policy changes.

for one thing, you don't ask questions. patrons can come in riddled with shrapnel and bleeding, their faces identical to the 'wanted' sketches that are plastered around town, and you simply turn a blind eye and serve them a hearty bowl of stew, fill 'em up with liquor, patch their wounds, and give them a bed. in exchange for your discretion, you've made plenty of shady friends, who often pay for their time spent in the tavern with stolen and smuggled goods like pretty jewelry, gold bars, or premium cuts of meats or cheeses.

the locals don't give you much trouble, too scared to piss off any of your friends, too happy with the imported rare goods they bring to town with them to complain about the occasional stand off or shootout.

you wander out of the garden, stopping by the small stables and greeting sevika's trusty mare shimmer. the horse whinnies at your appearance, tail swinging happily as you scratch her ears.

"hey, shimmer." you whisper to the horse. "here, baby." you say, hand feeding her a few carrots. "how much trouble'd she get you in this time?" you ask the horse. shimmer doesn't respond, too busy crunching on her treats.

behind you, sevika's hand wraps around your waist. you smile as she presses a kiss against your head.

"missed you." she mumbles against your temple. you laugh and gesture to the tavern.

"c'mon." you say. "i'll canoodle with you once these chores are done."

you and sevika spend the afternoon tending to the tavern. she distributes the water evenly among bedrooms, filling the wash bowls and pitchers patrons can use to hydrate and clean themselves.

you tend to the stew, chopping and stirring in your vegetables, adding a few pinches of dried garlic and onion powder to the bubbling pot of perpetual stew, stirring and tasting and adjusting until you're happy with how it tastes.

it's the slow season. travelers are rare in these parts, but even more so during the scalding hot summer. a few neighbors wander in for a quick drink, and the few patrons you have retire to their rooms once sevika's done refreshing them.

once the sun sets, the tavern is empty, except for you and sevika.

she's staring at you adoringly from across the bar, her chin propped up in her hand as she watches you sweep. you scoff at her expression.

"what kinda trouble'd you get yourself into this time, huh?" you ask. sevika chuckles.

"you didn't see it in the papers?" she asks.

"that train robbery?" you ask. sevika shrugs with a smile. you laugh. "you're gonna get caught up one of these days." you say as you begin wiping down the bar top. sevika rolls her eyes.

"you got no faith in me, darlin', it breaks my heart." she says. you laugh and turn off the oil lamps, before starting up the stairs. sevika follows behind you.

the second floor is where your patrons sleep, but you get the whole attic/third floor to yourself. it's a nice little studio space, two windows on either side, big enough to hold a double mattress and two sets of drawers, a few chests stuffed full with treasures and valuables sevika's brought back to you.

sevika sighs as she enters the space, hanging her hat and poncho up on two nails you'd slammed into the walls for her years ago, shoving off her boots and stripping down to her undergarments. you sit at your desk and watch her strip with scruitny, making sure she doesn't have any new wounds or scars. she washes herself down with a wet rag, sighing as the grime and dirt of her travels slowly washes away. once your sure she's not injured, you allow your gaze to become appreciative, taking in her muscular back and arms as they scrub her body down.

you rise from your seat and approach her, slinging your hands around her waist and tucking your chin over her shoulder. she sighs and leans back against you.

"three weeks is too long." you mumble against your lover. sevika hums.

"i know, darlin'." she says. you take the washcloth from her and begin to scrub her back for her, occasionally kneading and massaging at the knots and tension that riddles her muscles. she melts. "i missed you." she sighs. you kiss the nape of her neck.

"i missed you too. had me worried, you know." you mumble against her. she turns in your arms to wrap her own around your waist, gently swaying the two of you back and forth as she soaks in your features.

"i've been yours for how long?" she teases. you roll your eyes. "five years now?" she asks. you smile and nod. "and you're still worried about me? you know i always come back to you darlin'." she says. you sigh and roll your eyes. "gonna give yourself an ulcer at this rate." she teases. you chuckle.

"wouldn't have to worry if you stuck around." you say.

you and sevika have had this conversation a thousand times now. she's made more than enough in her time as a bandit for the two of you to live comfortably together until the end of time.

still, she always leaves. you don't blame her, before she met you sevika spent her entire life wandering the west, all alone, never staying in one place for longer than a week.

but then, one fateful night all those years ago, she stumbled into your tavern bloodied and battered, staring at you with a sparkle in her eyes as you patched her up. and since then, she's been circling back to you after each and every one of her jobs.

the longer she's had you, the more time she puts between her heists. you'll get her to stay eventually, you just have to be patient. but patience is hard when the love of your life has such a dangerous occupation.

sevika swoops in to kiss the frown off your lips. you sigh against her and wrap your arms around her shoulders as she slowly uncinches your corset and helps you out of your layers.

when you're both naked, you guide her to the bed, plastering yourself to her side as you continue to kiss her. tears well up in your eyes as you get your hand in her hair, and she notices, pulling away with a frown.

"'s wrong darlin'?" she asks. you hide your face against her shoulder.

"what if you die out there, sev? a hundred miles away all alone in the desert... nobody'd find you until you were just bones and dust. and i'd be here waitin' for you to come home for the rest of my life." you say, your voice wobbly. sevika wraps you up in her arms and sighs against you. you reach up to gently trace the scars littering her left cheek.

"fuckin' ruining the surprise." she grumbles against you. you blink.

"what surprise?" you ask. sevika rolls her eyes and darts forward to kiss your forehead.

"the train... it was a cargo train. one of the cars was headed to a bank, padded wall to wall with cash 'n gold. enough for a hundred people." she says. you gulp and blink at her, hesitant to assume lest you get your heart broken.

"so?" you ask. sevika chuckles.

"so, i'm retiring." she says simply. "fuck do i need to keep robbin' and lootin' for if i'm already filthy rich?" she asks. you blink at her, your heart swelling, tears falling down your cheeks as you soak in her words. "plus... i met a girl i'm hopin' to settle down with." she says, smiling shyly at you.

you let out a shaky breath then launch forward, pinning sevika to the bed as she laughs and gathers you in her arms.

"are you serious?" you ask against her. she chuckles and kisses your head.

"deadly." she responds. you melt against her, clinging to her like your life depends on it. "you think you might need a new employee here?" she asks. you snort against her.

"i can figure somethin' out." you say. "gotta work on your people skills, though." you tease her through your tears. sevika laughs and smacks your ass.

"y'know..." she starts. you pick your head up from her shoulder to look at her, and she looks away, nervous. you kiss her lips and she sighs, her anxiety melting away under your touch. "i met a pastor while i was out wanderin'." she says. "said he wouldn't be opposed to marryin' two women if someone were to give his chapel some donation money." she whispers.

you study sevika for a moment as she anxiously nibbles on her lip. "you askin' me to marry you?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"i mean... i've already given you hundreds of rings." she says. you smile.

"you have." you say. she smiles up at you.

"so?" she asks. "his chapel's a day's ride from here. figured we could go now during the slow season, make it a little vacation?" she asks. you grin and launch down to kiss her, and sevika sighs against your mouth.

"there's nothin' in this world that would make me happier, baby." you whisper against her lips. sevika grins.

"sure you won't mind bein' an outlaw's wife?" she asks. you laugh and smack her shoulder.

"a former outlaw." you correct her. she chuckles. "and no, i won't mind. 'specially when that outlaw's as handsome as you." you say. below you, sevika blushes.

"fuck off." she grunts. you laugh.

"that's no way to talk to your wife." you tease her. sevika grins.

"you're right. 'm sorry, darlin'."

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[aerynwrites]

okay here are some holiday prompts for you! :3

•getting cold and jayce warms up your hands

•making snow angels (with either of them)

•making christmas cookies and/or hot chocolate(with either of them)

you don’t have to do all of these ofc, just whichever one piques your interest!

Ahhh thank you for these adorable ideas Jams!! I had to go with Jayce warming up your hands Bc just…yes.

Hope you enjoy!

Baby it’s Cold Outside

Jayce x GN!Reader

Word count: 674

Warnings: none

You’ve always loved winter and the holiday season that comes with it.

The lights and the holiday markets, cookies, hot chocolate, a roaring fire in the hearth. You love it all.

The fire is what sounds the most appealing right now though.

It’s the opening night of the winter market in Piltover, and Jayce had surprised you with dinner and a night at the market to follow.

Despite both of you donning thick coats, scarves and even gloves, the temperature drops much faster and harsher than you had hoped. A fact Jayce is none the wiser to as you both walked down the aisles of tents.

He is practically a walking furnace, never cold no matter what, it seems like. You on the other hand…your fingers feel like icicles and despite your best efforts to hide your shivers until you get to the hot chocolate stand, Jayce takes notice.

Shoulders tucked up to your ears subconsciously, you aren’t paying attention when he calls your name the first time, only giving him your attention when a leather clad hand slides down your arm.

“Hey, wait.” His gentle plea stops you in your tracks, and this time you can’t suppress the full body shiver that rocks you.

Jayce’s brows pull together tightly and he immediately starts reaching for his hat, tugging it from his head.

“Babe, why didn’t you tell me you were cold?” He chastises gently, tugging his toboggan over your head and settling the warm wool over your ears.

“Be-because I’m not c-cold!” You try to argue, cursing your shivering.

Jayce just shakes his head, lips tugging upwards slightly. “Your shivering would say otherwise,” he points out. “Here.”

Before you can stop him he’s tugging his gloves off and reaching for your own which are tucked away in your pockets. You offer them willingly, smiling when he tugs your gloves off and immediately envelopes your chilled hands in his own much warmer ones.

The sigh you let out is involuntary and makes Jayce laugh, eyes sparkling.

“Told you.”

You scoff, stepping closer to him in a conscious effort to share in more of his warmth.

“Well I’m sorry I’m not a walking furnace like you are,” you tease, looking up at him from where you lean against his chest.

Jayce simply brings your hands up, pressing a quick kiss to both before wrapping them up again.

“You should have told me you were cold. We could have gone back home,” he says gently.

You shake your head. “I thought I could make it to the hot coco cart.” You admit sheepishly. “And plus…I like spending time with you. I don’t want to go home yet.”

At your confession, Jayce smiles. That bright award winning smile you’ve loved from day one.

“How do you do that?” He asks, shaking his head as he releases your hands just long enough to retrieve his gloves he had tucked away in his jacket.

You look up at him again, confusion tugging at your brows as he slowly tugs his gloves onto your hands, still warm from his own.

“Do what?”

Still smiling he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away just enough to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Make me love you so much?”

If you were cold before, Jayce’s words chase away any remaining chill. Warmth spreads from your chest right down to your fingertips as he gazes down at you.

You shake your head, nuzzling into his chest to hide your now burning face.

“I don’t know. The same way you make me love you, I guess.”

You feel him press another kiss to the top of your head, the sensation muted by the toboggan but still butterfly enduring all the same.

“Let’s go get some hot chocolate,” he says, nudging you away only to lead you towards the vendor cart.

You simply nod, smiling up at him as you both make your way through the market once more.

This time, hand in hand and much warmer than before.