#sweet & spicy

[sauerhundz]

Just soft!Sylus

Sylus who's been waiting all this time for you and can't stand the thought of being away from you.

Sylus who loves the thought of waking up next to you and holding you close to his body, breathing in your scent he hasn't smelt in so long. Who lays in bed staring at your face that he's memorized a thousand times over.

Sylus who watches you walk around his house in his clothes and it fills him with a sense of possessive pride. The dragon in him pleased to see you returned to his hoard once more.

Sylus who would hand you the world on a platter, if you would only ask. Who would rip his own heart from his chest if it would please you.

Sylus who wants to breathe in everything that you are and consume you from the inside out.

Sylus who can't even stomach the thought of another, because for him there's never been anyone but you.

Sylus who misses you even if you don't remember.

He's still your dragon.

[nikkinelson1313]

[thesecondhandwoman]

Hi! Im usually too embarrassed to send requests but- maybe Ambessa with assistant reader? Whose so sweet and awkward and tries her best to help and follow ambessa around- (if it's not too much reader is from the undercity and worked hard to try and be were she is now)

HER LITTLE ASSISTANT

Ambessa x f!reader

Synopsis: You never fully grasped at the fact you had been chosen as Ambessa’s personal assistant, a simple girl who had climbed high from the Undercity. But now that you had the chance, you weren’t gonna give it up, no matter how nervous you may be.

Request: Anon 🤍

The Medarda estate in Noxus was every bit as imposing as its mistress. A sprawling fortress of crimson stone and black iron, it loomed over the city like a sentinel, unyielding and proud. It was fitting, then, that the woman who ruled within it was just as formidable.

You were not.

Trailing behind Ambessa Medarda as her assistant, you often felt like a tiny sparrow struggling to keep pace with a hawk. She strode through the halls with her characteristic confidence, her long strides and the sharp clink of her armor an unrelenting tempo you scrambled to match.

Your arms were laden with reports, a satchel bouncing awkwardly against your hip. You’d learned early on that Noxian efficiency left no room for mistakes, and as someone who’d clawed their way out of Zaun’s undercity, failure wasn’t an option.

“Keep up, little one,” Ambessa called over her shoulder, her tone teasing yet commanding.

“Yes, ma’am,” you chirped, nearly tripping as you hurried to close the gap.

She stopped abruptly, turning to watch as you skidded to a halt in front of her. Her sharp eyes swept over you, taking in your disheveled appearance and flushed cheeks.

“Well, I did not mean keep up by falling,” she chuckled, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Just breathe.”

“I—yes, of course,” you stammered, clutching the reports tighter. “Sorry, Lady Medarda.”

Her brow arched. “Ambessa. You’ve been working for me long enough to drop the formalities.”

“Right. Ambessa,” you repeated, though the name felt far too intimate on your tongue.

She seemed satisfied and gestured for you to follow. “Good. Now, let’s see if you’ve organized these reports properly.”

Ambessa’s days were relentless, filled with strategy meetings, inspections, and commanding the loyalty of those around her. You followed her through it all, your hands busy with ledgers and maps, your mind spinning as you tried to keep up with her sharp wit.

Despite your nerves, you’d started to notice small things about her. The way she rolled her shoulders after a long meeting. The faint smile that tugged at her lips when something amused her. The occasional soft glance she directed your way when she thought you weren’t looking.

She wasn’t cruel, not to you. Stern, yes. Intimidating? Always. But there was a softness to her that you suspected few ever saw. It was in the way she ensured you ate during long days, how she subtly slowed her pace when she noticed you struggling to keep up.

And sometimes, her touch lingered just a moment too long.

Like now.

The two of you stood in her private study, the soft glow of the hearth casting flickering shadows across the room. You were handing her a report when her fingers brushed yours. It was the barest of touches, but it sent a jolt through you.

“You’re trembling,” she remarked, her voice low and teasing.

“S-sorry,” you stuttered, quickly pulling your hand back.

She chuckled, setting the report aside. “Relax, little one. You’ve done well today.”

Her praise was rare and precious, and you couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through your chest. “Thank you, Ambessa. I just want to make sure I don’t disappoint you.”

Her expression softened, and for a moment, the weight of her armor seemed to lift. “You could never disappoint me.”

Like the others, the following days brought more of the same: relentless work, fleeting touches, and a growing tension that neither of you addressed.

Ambessa was always close, closer than necessary, you thought. When reviewing maps, she would stand behind you, her breath warm against your ear as she pointed out key locations. Her hand would sometimes rest on your shoulder, firm and reassuring.

It wasn’t inappropriate, but it was enough to make your heart race and your thoughts spiral. Did she even realize what she was doing to you?

One evening, as you prepared tea in the estate’s kitchen, Ambessa entered unexpectedly. You jumped, nearly dropping the kettle.

“Ambessa! I didn’t hear you,” you said, clutching the counter for support.

“I noticed,” she said with a smirk. “What are you doing down here?”

“I—well, I thought you might like some tea. You’ve been working so hard, and I just…” You trailed off, your cheeks burning.

Her expression softened, and she stepped closer. “That’s thoughtful of you.”

You swallowed hard as she took the kettle from your hands, her fingers brushing yours again. Her touch lingered, warm and deliberate.

“You’re too kind, little one,” she said softly, her gaze locking with yours.

Your heart thundered in your chest. “I just want to help.”

She smiled—a rare, genuine smile that made your knees weak. “You do more than help. You keep me grounded.

The tipping point came on a quiet night, weeks later. The day had been exhausting, and you were both in her study, the fire crackling softly as you worked through a final stack of documents.

Ambessa set her quill down, leaning back in her chair as she regarded you thoughtfully. “You’ve worked hard today. Come here.”

You hesitated, unsure of what she meant.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” she said, though her tone was more amused than stern.

You approached her cautiously, standing awkwardly in front of her chair. She reached out, her hands settling on your hips as she guided you to sit on the edge of the desk.

“Ambessa?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Shh,” she murmured, her thumbs brushing small circles against your sides.

Her touch was firm yet gentle, grounding you in a way that made your breath hitch. Her gaze was softer than you’d ever seen it, and the tension that had been simmering between you for weeks finally broke.

“I’ve been patient,” she said, her voice low and intimate. “But I can’t ignore this anymore.”

You blinked, your heart pounding. “Ignore what?”

“The way I feel about you,” she admitted, her honesty stealing the air from your lungs.

Your lips parted, but no words came. She cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin as she leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.

You didn’t.

When her lips met yours, it was soft and tentative, as though she was afraid of overwhelming you. Her kiss was surprisingly gentle for someone so strong, her touch careful and reverent.

You melted into her, your hands finding their way to her shoulders as the world fell away.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, her breath warm against your skin.

“Tell me I’m not wrong,” she murmured, her voice laced with vulnerability.

“You’re not,” you whispered, your voice trembling but sure.

She smiled, her eyes holding a tenderness that made your chest ache. “Good.”

She slowly leaned back in, allowing her lips to ghost against yours once more. “Then let me continue to show my love for you.” She breathed before her lips captured yours again.

A/N: kinda mad I made this so short, but I hope it’s okay!!

[cassiexjunex]

I hope you like shy girls in tall socks 🙃

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

rate my dark lunch (home from work at 1 in the morning edition)

apple salad using leftover thai dips that came with my calamari as dressing (along with a spritz of lime), simmered carrots, tin of dolma (rice stuffed in grape leaves)

[thesecondhandwoman]

MORNING AFTER

Jinx x f!reader

Synopsis: After a night of a different type of fun with Jinx, you experienced a chaotic morning filled with reminders of the aftermath. Jinx made sure to make it worth the while for a day starter.

A/N: Just wanted to say that this does bring up some sexual content, but doesn’t go much further than that.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the weight of an arm slung across your waist. The next thing was the mop of blue hair splayed across the pillow next to you, messy and wild, and impossibly vibrant in the dim morning light filtering through the cracked blinds.

Jinx was still asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful, a stark contrast to the manic energy she usually carried around like a storm cloud. Her lips were slightly parted, a faint snore escaping every few breaths. You let yourself take her in, from the freckles scattered across her nose to the way her lashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks.

God, she was beautiful.

Last night had been a lot, but the best way. You weren’t sure whether you should be more surprised by how utterly chaotic she was or how gentle she could be when she wanted to. That duality was Jinx in a nutshell—always unpredictable, always keeping you on your toes.

Your movement must have disturbed her, because she let out a low groan, her pink eyes fluttering open. A lazy grin spread across her face when she saw you staring.

“Well, well, well,” she drawled, her voice raspy with sleep. “If it isn’t my favorite little snuggle buddy. Morning, sugarbomb.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her ridiculous nickname. “Morning, baby.”

She stretched like a cat, her body pressing against yours as she yawned dramatically. “So, was it everything you dreamed of?” she teased, waggling her eyebrows. “And more?”

You rolled your eyes, even as your cheeks burned. “You’re incorrigible.”

“That’s a big word for someone who was screaming my name a few hours ago.”

“Jinx!”

Her laughter was loud and unabashed as she flopped onto her back, one hand resting behind her head while the other reached for yours. She laced her fingers with yours, squeezing gently. Despite her teasing, there was a softness in her gaze that made your heart ache in the best way.

“I’m serious, though,” she said after a moment, her tone quieter. “You good? I didn’t, you know, go too far or anything?”

You squeezed her hand in return, touched by her concern. “I’m more than good, Jinx. Last night was amazing.”

Her grin returned, this time a little smug. “Damn right it was.”

You rolled your eyes again, but there was no hiding your smile.

She sat up suddenly, the sheets pooling around her waist, and turned to look at you with that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes. “You hungry? I’m starving. I could totally make us some breakfast.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can you even cook?”

She gasped, clutching her chest like you’d mortally wounded her. “Excuse you, I’ll have you know I make a mean pancake. Probably. How hard can it be?”

“Oh no,” you groaned, but you couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling up. “We’re going to burn the apartment down, aren’t we?”

“Only one way to find out!”

Before you could protest, Jinx was out of bed, stark naked and completely unbothered as she darted toward the kitchen. You buried your face in your hands, half-exasperated and half in awe of her sheer audacity.

A few minutes later, you followed her, wrapping yourself in one of the oversized shirts she’d stolen from some poor shopkeeper in the Undercity’s market. You found her rummaging through the cabinets, her hair somehow even messier than before, muttering to herself about flour and syrup.

“What’s the plan, Chef Jinx?” you asked, leaning against the counter with a smirk.

She turned to you with a proud smile, holding up a box of pancake mix like it was some kind of trophy. “We’re making breakfast! You handle the boring stuff like measuring, and I’ll do the fun part, aka flipping!”

“Uh-huh. And who’s cleaning up the mess?”

She winked at you. “That’s future Jinx’s problem.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic.

The next half hour was pure chaos, as expected. Jinx got flour everywhere, from the counters, to in her hair, and somehow even on the ceiling. She insisted on using way too much food coloring, so the pancakes ended up an alarming shade of neon pink. But they were edible, surprisingly, and the two of you ate on the floor of the kitchen, laughing and stealing bites from each other’s plates.

After breakfast, Jinx pulled you into her lap, wrapping her arms around you as she nuzzled into your neck. “You know,” she murmured, her voice soft and almost shy, “I like this whole thing, being able to wake up with you. Feels nice.”

You leaned back against her, your fingers tracing absent patterns on her arm. “I like it too.”

She was quiet for a moment, her grip on you tightening just slightly. Then, in true Jinx fashion, she broke the silence with a cheeky grin. “So, round two in the shower?”

You groaned, laughing despite yourself. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

She wasn’t wrong. She never really could be when it comes to you loving her.

A/N: I absolutely love jinx and her chaotic energy (I just hope I captured it well in this fanfic).

[ahhrenata]

Re: your pinned post, if I could request anything Chreon that would be amazing, I love your style so so so much 🥺💞

Thank you!! 🥰🥹 I literally love them in all possible scenarios/au’s. I went for a little post death island smooch. (I wish they had a liiittle more one on one time together in it 🥲)

[nikkinelson1313]

[thesecondhandwoman]

𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑴𝑬 𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑳𝒀

Vi x f!reader

Synopsis: Ever since Vi had grown her hair out, you’ve come to adore the long mullet of dark red hair. Now, playing with her hair and trying to braid it, you could help but also adore the way your lips felt on her skin.

A/N: Just a short lil thing I wrote before I get back to posting all the requested drafts.

Vi had never really cared about her hair. It grew, she cut it—simple as that. But lately, she’d been slacking on the whole maintenance thing, and now her once-close-cropped style had grown out into a messy, unkempt mullet. You, of course, loved it. Maybe a little too much.

Not that Vi was complaining.

She sat between your legs on the floor, back resting against the couch, while you toyed with her hair absentmindedly. The strands were thick and uneven in places where she’d hacked at them herself, but that just made it more fun to play with. Your fingers moved idly through the red mess of different shades, scratching lightly at her scalp before smoothing down the longer pieces at the back.

Vi hummed in satisfaction, tipping her head back just a little. “Damn, babe. You’re gonna make me fall asleep like this.”

You smirked, fingers still working through her hair. “Then maybe you should take better care of it yourself.”

She huffed a quiet laugh. “Why would I, when I got you?”

Your hands paused for a second, a little thrill running through you at the casual way she said it—so easy, so certain, like she knew you’d always be there to do this for her.

“You really are hopeless,” you teased, trying to focus on your task instead of how warm Vi’s words made you feel.

With a newfound sense of purpose, you gathered a small section of her hair and started to braid it. Vi didn’t move, completely content to let you mess with it as you pleased. Her breathing had slowed, her shoulders sinking into your legs as if she were melting from the scalp massage alone.

You smiled to yourself as you finished the braid and tied it off with a small band you’d stolen from her side of the bathroom earlier. “There. Now you look cute.”

Vi cracked an eye open and smirked. “I always look cute.”

You snorted. “Cocky.”

“You love it.”

You rolled your eyes, but yeah, you kinda did.

Your hands trailed down from her hair, your fingertips ghosting along her shoulders where the straps of her sleeveless shirt rested. She was always warm, like she carried the heat of every fight, every restless night, every bit of fire inside her. It was comforting in a way that made you never want to let go.

Without thinking, you began unfastening the straps, letting them slide down her arms, baring more of her tattooed skin. Vi didn’t stop you. She never did.

Your fingertips traced the dark ink winding across her shoulder, following the intricate patterns down the curve of her back. Vi exhaled a slow breath, her muscles shifting slightly beneath your touch.

“Gettin’ distracted again?” she murmured, voice lower now, a teasing lilt beneath the rasp.

You pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder in response. “Maybe.”

Vi chuckled, tilting her head slightly to the side, giving you more room. She always acted so tough, so sharp-edged and indestructible, but moments like these? When she just let herself be held, touched, adored? You swore you’d never get enough.

Your lips followed the path of your fingers, slow and deliberate, kissing along her shoulder blade, down her spine. Vi shivered, her breath hitching just barely before she exhaled again, rolling her shoulders like she was stretching into the touch.

“You’re gonna kill me, doll,” she muttered, but there was no real complaint in her tone.

You smiled against her skin, your hands now smoothing along her waist, feeling the solid muscle there. “Oh? Once a big bad pit fighter, now an amazing champion, and she still can’t handle a little attention?”

Vi scoffed, but you could feel her smirk. “You call this attention? Feels more like torture.”

“Oh?”

You grinned against her shoulder, nipping lightly at the skin before pulling back just enough to murmur, “Torture, huh? That’s a strong word.”

Vi’s chuckle was low and lazy, her head tilting slightly to the side as if to encourage you to keep going. “Yeah. Unfair, really.”

You hummed in thought, trailing your fingers back up to her neck, toying with the short strands at the base of her undercut. “Guess I’ll have to make it worse, then.”

Before Vi could get out another smart-mouthed quip, you leaned in again, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along the nape of her neck. The way her breath hitched ever so slightly didn’t go unnoticed.

“You’re dangerous,” she murmured, voice softer now, lacking its usual sharpness.

You smirked. “You have no idea.”

Your lips traveled lower, pressing to the dip of her spine, tracing the ink that wound across her back. Vi let out a slow exhale, her body shifting ever so slightly under your touch. She never let herself be vulnerable like this with anyone else—never let her guard down, never relaxed fully. But with you? Like this? She was completely at ease.

Your hands traced along her shoulders again before smoothing down the curve of her arms, fingers skimming lightly over the bare skin. Vi’s hands, usually so steady and strong, flexed briefly before she let them rest on her thighs, gripping them loosely like she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.

You smiled, pressing another kiss between her shoulder blades. “You okay, Vi?”

She huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head slightly. “Yeah. Just—feels nice.”

You softened at that. Vi, who took punches like they were nothing, who always threw herself headfirst into danger without a second thought, who never let herself ask for softness—telling you something as simple as this feels nice was the most unguarded thing she could say.

Your arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her closer as you nuzzled against the side of her neck. “Good,” you murmured, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath her ear. “I like making you feel good.”

Vi exhaled sharply, then let her head fall back slightly against your shoulder, exposing more of her neck to you. “You’re really not gonna let up, huh?”

“Nope.” You grinned against her skin, placing another kiss to the sensitive spot just beneath her jaw.

Vi groaned, but it wasn’t a complaint. “Unfair. So unfair.”

You chuckled, your fingers resuming their gentle exploration of her back, tracing patterns over her skin. “You love it.”

She let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah,” she admitted, voice quieter now. “I do.”

That was all you needed to hear.

Your kisses slowed, turned softer—less teasing, more affectionate. You trailed them along her jaw, down her shoulder, back up to the shell of her ear, your hands never stopping their lazy exploration of her body.

Vi sighed, completely melted against you now, her warmth pressing into you like she belonged there. And in this moment, she did.

You weren’t in any rush. There were no fights to win, no battles to prepare for, no pasts to outrun. Just this—just you and Vi, tangled up in each other, with all the time in the world.

And that was more than enough.

A/N: Can she please be real so I can just marry her already? Like ugh. Also, how are you guys doing today?

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers Trailer | Kantbison + UNHINGED

CURRENT CAUSE OF DEATH.

I'm sorry - they did not prepare us for this. BDSM??? A 500-Days-of-Summer DANCE NUMBER?! THESE TWO ARE GOING TO BE SO INSANELY DERANGED AND CHAOTIC, I LOVE THAT FOR THEM.