#vander is the best puppy

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I draw Vander doing stuff for my mental health

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Arcane Characters with a Puerto Rican Fem S/O

Jayce, Viktor, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Ekko, Sevika, Vander (nsfw)

Jayce

I like the idea that he is also Latino/Hispanic

Maybe Brazilian or Colombian

My sexy Latin Papí

In Piltover there isn’t really a big Latin community, so when he heard that you were Puerto Rican he befriended you reallllll fast

You studied botany and tech ecology, while he engineering

You wanted to save your islands flora and fauna by incorporating advanced tech, while he wanted to improve lives with magic 

You believed his dream since the beginning, even if you looked at him sometimes like he was crazy

“You have no idea what these crystals are capable of! What if we combine those aqueducts you designed for plant growth with runes? We can triple food production by 110%!” Jayce wrote equations on the board, mind going miles per second

“You think it can regrow completely deforested areas in less than 40 years?” You humored him.

“What if we can do it in less than 10?! The possibilities are endless! I promise that when I crack this, I will paint the whole world green for you.” Did he know how to warm your heart…

Jayce is a super touchy person and always has to have skin to skin contact like a new born

You get mistaken for a couple a lot before you even officially started dating

Always kisses you on the cheek when you greet each other. A very Latino thing!

Piltover’s greetings are very cold, only handshakes and shoulder pats. So he was ecstatic to finally have someone to do it with outside his family

Viktor became a victim of your kisses. But he secretly enjoys it

Jayce always smells good! Ximena taught him good hygiene since he was little. Whenever he feels a light sweat coming on he immediately hits the showers

Has a gold chain! Never takes it off. It was originally his father’s.

Doesn’t speak very good Spanish, but you teach him in between Hextech protects and meetings

You guys talk endlessly about your backgrounds and even bring treats to each other

“Mmm— oh, fuck!” He moaned shoving another spoon full of food into his mouth. Eyes rolling to the back of his head

“Jayce it really isn’t that good.” You were blushing like crazy, completely forgetting the plate in front of you. You just wanted to do something nice for him

“What are you taking about?! It’s the best thing I’ve had in weeks!”

He had been working his ass off building the new Hextech towers and surviving on sandwiches for the past month

“I also brought dessert, if you are interested…”

Jayce looked at you with puppy dog eyes. Absolutely enamored. Cheeks full like a chipmunk

“I. Love. You. Soooo. Much.” Jayce said grabbing your face and kissing you all over

“Te amo, mi rey.” (I love you, my king.) You said while gently wiping the side of his lips with your thumb

Jayce can dance! And I mean really dance. Ximena put him in classes when he was little because she didn’t want him to forget his roots

Dancing with Jayce is about passion, making love on the dance floor. Bodies pressed against each other, hands running above hot pumping blood and flesh. Heavy eye contact that yells sex and pleasure

You guys have sex in the forge all the time, instead of pounding hot metal he pounds that wet pussy (hahaha!)

Watching him pull the chains of the fire pit just gets it going for you. Back sweaty from the flames and work. Tan skin so glossy like copper

From you just wanting some papers to be signed for an new upcoming project turned into you having him on the workshop table

“Just like that, mi reina (my queen ). Como me haces sentir tan bien.” (You make me feel so good.)”

Jayce was thrusting into your cunt, the wood of the desk rattleing with every give and take. Your hands on his bare ass and his bracing your sides

When Jayce found your cunt’s sweet spot, the one that made your head fall into his shoulder with your eyes rolling back; pornografic grunt on your lips, he found gold

“You like that?” He grinned, finding solace in pleasure he gave you. Amused at how his body served yours so well

“Mmmm— yeah…” You licked the sweat of his jaw, slight stubble rough against your tongue

You loved him so much. Him with his stupid little smiles and big hands. And oh those eyes that made you dream of a safer tomorrow

“Esos ojitos de miel son tan bonitos. Te quiero comer enterito, papí!” (Those honey eyes are so pretty. I want to eat you whole, love!) You were practically going feral at his grasp. Eating at his neck and chest, savoring the taste of ash on his skin

You leaned back on your elbows, breasts jumping at his thrusts. Grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand up to cup your tit. Watching his cock drill in and out of your pussy. He was close by the knit of his eyebrows. Hips becoming harsher and sloppy

Jayce teased your clit, moving his fingers in the way you liked. Loving the clench of your walls as you grained your pelvis on his dick

“Assssíííí, cabrón—”(jusssstt like that, fucker—)

You came together in a world wind of grunts and curses. You creaming on his cock. Jayce rested his body weight on you as he came undone. Easing his head from your collar bones and giving his lips a peck. You loved how disheveled he looked, all fucked out with empty watery eyes

“Want me to give you a blowjob as you sign these for me?” You said brushing the hair of his face. Thankful for the shower he had installed at your request

“I would be an idiot to say no!”

Jayce is the king of aftercare! He will always have a snack or even a little trinket to give you after sex

“Look, I made a little pendant of the PR map!” Jayce showed you the little piece of metal. White teeth glinting as he was so proud of his artistry

“Oh my God— it uhmm… It has character alright!”

It looked more like a disheveled bean but you wore it proudly everywhere! You love your man

When you start dating Jayce, Viktor became your much appreciated third wheel

You always pack extra goodies and food in Jayce’s lunch box so that he gets feed too

Getting sad when Jayce comes home with tears in his eyes because his friend doesn’t take good care in himself

You even go as far as bringing him homemade meal preps to his house so he always has a warm dinner

Jayce’s favorite dishes you make are anything meat based: Bistec encebollado (beef steak with grilled onions), pollo guisado (stewed chicken in red sauce served over white rice), and pernil (slow oven roasted pork with crispy skin)

Would never admit to his mamá that your cooking is better than hers

And his mom absolutely invites you over to cook with her

Saying that she needs to pass on her recipes to her future daughter-in-law

You like spending Christmas at the Talis residence. A big old family gathering with delicious food and music

Ximena was more than pleased knowing that Jayce got himself a Latin girl!

Get ready to pump out some big chunky babies! This man is a Latino at heart and that comes with a few kids running around

The first time you ever visited the Talis home, Ximena took out all of Jayce’s baby pictures

“Awww, look at your tushy! Plump as ever I see.”

Jayce put his head in his hands. Ears red from his naked baby photos that you were so entranced by

“Mamí, please for the love of God put them away!”

Ximena gave her wedding ring to Jayce shortly after you left. The ring was carved and made by Jayce’s late father

“Si te vas a casar con cualquier persona, Jayce, tiene que ser ella.” (If you’re going to marry someone, Jayce, it has to be her.)

You call Jayce cerebrito (little brain) and he loves calling you mi tesoro (my treasure)

Viktor

Viktor knows the struggles of making it in Piltover as an outsider, both being form the Undercity and physically disabled

And making it to the best academy in Piltover while being different was surely a merit on its own

From simple study buddies to lovers. You fell first, but he fell harder

You call him estrellita (little star) because of his many beauty marks

I’ve read that people like to headcanon him as Czech, and I like that…. I like at ALOT

Teaches your words in his language to talk shit behind Jayce’s back. And by shit I mean make fun of his failed prototypes

Viktor straight out asked you to teach him the dirties curse words PR has to offer. And oh boy, do you give him a colorful list—

Cabrón (bastard), puñeta (fuck), hijo de puta (son of a whore), me cago en tu madre (I shit on your mom), mama bicho (cock sucker) , me cago en na’ (I shit on nothing), vete pal carajo (go fuck yourself)—

One time he got pissed at Jayce for not doing an equation right that ended up with the lab half burned to the ground.

You just stood next to Viktor as you watched them bicker at each other like a married couple. Jayce cleaning up the ash of his failed work

“You should have run them by me or Sky first, Jayce! We are partners, not competitors!” Viktor threw his now burned lab coat at him, hitting Jayce in the chest

“Well you shouldn’t have been making improvements to the Hexcore without my knowledge then!” Jayce pointed at Viktor, nailing back the fallen boards with unnecessary force. Wow, grumpy Jayce never got old

“You know what, Jayce���” Viktor looked at you with a evil glint in his eyes. Oh, no… “¡Me cago en tu madre!”

Jayce gasped like an old woman seeing a half naked girl at church. Mama’s boy Talis was going out for blood today

“Don’t talk about my Mamí like that—” he pointed at Viktor, hammer in one hand ready to knock his brains out.

“Come here you fucker!” Jayce launched towards Viktor as he scrambled to the other side of the desk

“Jayce, please don’t strain him too much! I still would like him in one piece!”

You were caught in this mess trying not to laugh as Viktor ran away with a giggle from his soon to be killer

“Take it back or I’m going to take that leg brace I built off with the bone still attached!”

“Never!” Viktor yelled triumphantly

It ended with Jayce and Viktor on their ass thanks to a good back head slap on your part

Guava enthusiasts. You brought mantecaditos (short bread cookies with guava paste on top) one time to the lab and they were gone before Jayce could try them

“Seriously, Viktor you didn’t even save me one—“ Jayce was looking inside the tin box with sad puppy dog eyes. Only finding crumbs at the every bottom

“There weren’t that many in the box anyways, Jayce.” Viktor said hiding the last cookies in his desk drawer. You made over 40 cookies, but he was never going to tell Jayce that

He likes anything vinegar based and soups. Like guineitos en escabeche (boiled green bananas dressed in a vinegar sauce) and sancocho (a hearty stew with a bunch of meat and vegetables like cabbage and yams)

It’s so funny hearing him pronounce the foods he likes! Viktor is really good at rolling his r’s. His accent is just to cute!

“What did you want me to make you Viktor?” You tried to hide your laughter as you looked at a grumpy Viktor

“I told you that I want that dulce de lecussy. The one you made last week with pieces of cheese.” He huffed

“You mean dulce de LECHOSA!” (candied papaya in sweet syrup with firm cheese) You crackled with lungs on fire from laughing so hard

“And what did I say then?!” He sassed at you trying to dim his smile

“That you basically wanted dessert pussy!!”

“I would mind that either, actually.” You gave him a slap on his shoulder. The sheer perversion of this man!

“¡Fo, que puerco eres!” (Ew, you’re such a pig!)

“How dare you call me a pig—” he gasped as you ran away from his wrath

He chased you with his cane and you ran around giggling trying to escape him

Viktor definitely has put in some weight and looks so much healthier

“I’m blaming you for my favorite trousers not fitting anymore.”

Once you showing him how real Puerto Rican girls twerk you created a new type of man. You decided to surprise him with a naked lesson. Rewarding him for the success of the Hextech gates.

“And what exactly do you call this?” Viktor rasped out. One hand firmly placed on your right hip. As the other went white holding the handle off his cane. Voice heavy with the heat of pleasure

“Perreo” you looked back at Viktor, watching him savor the ripples of your skin as you shook your body to the lyrics of Ivy Queen

“Mmm perreo…” he repeated absentmindedly

Pressing the cusp of your cunt on his clothed bulge, ass cheeks consuming and spilling out from his pelvis. Shaking your hips at various speeds and rhythms

Alternating between having your hands on the floor with your legs spread wide, having your knees bent with your fits on them, taking an ass cheek and spreading it so Viktor can see your sloppy pussy

“Eres bella.” (You’re beautiful.) heavy tongued, loving that the phrases you taught him were finally doing their magic

“Take that cock out now, jodio cabrón (fucking bastard).” Fuck did Viktor make you horny

“So vulgar.” He slowly unzipped his pants. Torturing you. He released his beautiful long cock. Dripping lines of precum down his head to his shaft 

You moaned at the sight of his dick, ready to be stuffed full. Spreading your pussy lips as an invitation. “Put it in.”

“I didn’t know that just a little dance could make you so aroused. Tell me what other— ohhhh, Janna!” Viktor had the wind knocked out of his lungs. Mouth gapping in pleasure

Sinking down his length shut him up. Pressing your ass until your cunt was consuming Viktor in a tight hold. Pushing him deep into the concrete

You swiftly shaking your ass faster than ever before. Not letting a single inches of that glorious dick escape your needy walls. One hand on the cold lab floor and the other playing with your clit

Viktor was whining, overwhelmed by the heat of your body. Hand letting go of his cane, it hit the ground with a powerful thud. Bracing himself on your hips

“I’m going to c-cum, my love—”

“Hechame esa leche adentro— mmmmmm… ¡Que rico eres, mi blanquito lindo!” (Cum inside me— mmmmmm… You’re delicious, my pretty little white boy!”)

Viktor came with a silente scream coating the inside of your pussy. If it wasn’t for the wall supporting Viktor’s back he would be on the ground by now

“That was incredible.” He stated, eyes wide with wonder and face flushed

He certainly asked for perreo lessons later on

And Viktor surprisingly can shake his hips very well! Which comes in handy for more than just one thing…

Vi

When you told her you were Puerto Rican she definitely said: “A mi me gusta la chocha de Puerto Rico.” (I love Puerto Rican pussy.)

You introduced her to reggaeton and now there is no going back, her favorite artist is Daddy Yankee

She likes to dirty dance with you, having your ass pressed against her pelvis. Especially when she has Bacardi in her veins

Vi doesn’t care what you put in her plate as long as it’s fresh and delicious

She enjoyes rice based dishes the most, like arroz con calamares (rice with calamari) and arroz con salchicha (rice with cocktail weenies)

She once downed a full bottle of coquito (coconut eggnog) on her own

Vi’s favorite dessert is arroz con coco (a coconut rice pudding)

She definitely makes fun of you for not being able to say certain words right!

Don’t EVER make a Puerto Rican say “jewelry” or “burglary”. We are allergic to L’s and R’s and it will cause us to go into septic shock!

Likes being called gringa by you. Thinks it’s hot when you say it, especially when she annoys the crap out of you

Her favorite curse word is vete pal’ carajo (go fuck yourself). And when she gets into scuffles or fights she always tosses it around

And she’s like “yeah, my girlfriend taught me that. I’m a bilingual queen as well.” She low key embarrassed the fuck out of you when she says that

“Vi, I really don’t want to do this—” Vi was strapping a pair of boxing gloves to your hands. “What if I get hurt? What if I hurt you?”

“Don’t worry about me, cupcake! I can take a few punches just fine. I’ll go easy on you. And besides—” she slapped the side of your headbrace. “I’ve seen you practice with Powder before. Ehh, it’s kind of pathetic how you throw a fist to be honest.” She gave your nose a peck, turning around and taking her side of the ring

“Hey! I’m a great hit!” You sassed placing your gloved hands on your hips

It was ON. You definitely were out for blood

“Then prove it! The stage is yours!” She ran the little bell that was attached at the wall.

It been less than 6 minutes in and you were already panting

Vi was definitely going light on you. Not even taking the spots you intentionally let open for her. She only dodged your every attempt to get a hit in

Light on her feet as she tripped your leg, causing you to fall on the ropes of the ring.

You wanted to call it, but your pride was too strong. And you equally stupid

“When are you going to hit me for real?! I didn’t think the great Violet was just a pussyfoot!” Vi pushed your buttons the right way. She loved when you got bratty

“You can’t take this heat, cupcake. I’ll knock you out until next Monday and Vander will have my head on a stick if I do.” She was right, but God did you want to wipe that smug look of her face!

“Oh, yes I can!” Your fist had a mind of its own. Angry as she was so cocky

Before you could think you took the open spot on her face. Hitting her square in the jaw, knocking her back on the rubber ropes. Vi was in shock and whiplashed by the quickness of your punch

“¡Ay, puñeta! ¡¿Violet, estás bien?!” (Oh, fuck! Violet, are you okay?!) You desperately took your gloves and stupid helmet off. The Velcro fighting your desperate attempt to pull it off

A drop of blood escaped her lips, Vi’s thumb flicked at the side of her mouth. Eyes on the smear of red, then up to you. Smirking at the damaged you inflicted

Fuck did you just make her 100 times hornier than she already was

“That kind of hurt.” Translation: it hurt like hell!

By the fire in her eyes you knew that you were so screwed. Your belly grew warm, the hole between your legs clenching on nothing

“Vi, I’m s-so sorry! I told that this was a bad—”

In a swift play of time, she pinned you against the ground. Having her left arm around your neck in a headlock, her left hand on your shoulder. As her legs trapped yours under her thighs, having them spread out with your pelvis arching forward. Both of your arms crossed behind your back pinned by the weight of your body

You moaned at the discomfort. Muscles tired by the training, you tried your best to wiggle out. Only for Vi to hold you harder against herself

“What’s wrong, cupcake? Bit off more than you can chew?” You did answer her with words, but with that glint in your eyes that meant (Fuck me, you damned raspberry bitch)

She slithered your baggy pants past your knees. Your pantieless cunt up in the air. Vi loved how you were always easy to access. From fingering you in public to her eating you out in some random alley

“Naughty girl. Who knew decking me in the face could get your pussy so wet.” She dipped a finger in your folds. Scooping the wetness and pulling it out to watch it drip

She gave your cunt a slap and your clit fluttered at the assault. Pulsating for more

“You like that, uhh?”

“Y-yeah—”

Vi gave you a plethora of open palmed hits. Juices streaming down your ass. Yelping as your cunt was being abused. All swollen and red

Vi thrusted her fingers into your opening in a scissoring motion. Her bloody thumb circling your clit

“V-vi— ahhhhaaamm! No puedo ver másss.” (I cant see anymore) Gurgling on the spit of your throat. Ready to pass out any second

Your vision went white by the lack of oxygen and the way Vi’s fingers played with your cunt so deliciously. Hot tears burning your skin from the constant stimulation

You stuck your tongue out, spitting saliva out thanks to the lack of air in your lungs. Face ready to turn blue. But did it make your body feel good…

“Just a little more— alright?”

Vi curled the tips of her fingers on your g spot and digged them in far into your crevice. Shaking her wrist to send vibrations to your whole pussy

You bit her forearm, shocks of pleasure coursing out the inside of your walls. Your teeth broke the skin, tasting the blood of your lover

Squirting the liquid of your orgasm on the ring’s floor. Vi let your body go, your lungs reviving in painful gulps of air

Vi turned you on your side, massaging your ribs and sternum. Licking the spit around your temple. She kissed your lips, careful not to take more oxygen from your body

“Who is going to clean this up?” Voice hoarse. Your mouth tasted coppery

“Lick the floor clean, losers get janitor duty.” She slapped your ass, you groaned at the lack of humanity. Vi got up from the floor and headed to her water bottle. Instead of taking a drink she poured it on her chest and hair. Nipples highlighted through her white sports bra. She pushed her wet hair back arms flexing a she felt your gaze on her

“We don’t got all night, cupcake. Avanza (hurry up).”

What a tease

Caitlyn

This girl has never know flavor until you came around

You were the daughter of one of her mother’s tailors and stylist. Your mom always brought you along to see her clients because she wanted you to take over one day

When you first visited the Kiramman residence you were blown away by the beauty of the estate. Your mom told you that this client would take longer than the others because she ordered a whole custom made ball gown

“I have a daughter, Caitlyn, about your age as well! Maybe you ladies can be friends! God knows my girl needs a gal pal.” She said excitedly as she was getting fitted for her gown.

Mrs. Kiramman gave you the liberty to explore the gardens as your mother worked. And you sat down near the water fountain to have your snack

“Esta gente si que tiene chavos…” (These people sure do have money…)

As you were munching on your sandwiches you saw a head of indigo hair peeking out from the rose bushes. A young girl

“Caitlyn, right? Do you want one?” You ask stretching your arms with your lunch in your hands. She timidly walked towards you

“What are they?” The girl asked as she sat next to you

“Sandwiches de mezcla (spam and velvita sandwiches) and platanutres (thinly fried plantain chips) ! They are really good, I made them fresh this morning.”

Caitlyn looked at them, and gently picked up a sandwich. Slowly taking a bite as she looked at your happy face.

Her eyes sparkling at the soft bread and salty spread

“Mmmm— I’ve never had anything like this before!” She then picked up some plantain chips. Savoring the salty crunch of them.

You quickly become friends. Cait even convinced her mother that she liked wearing fancy clothes just so that she could she you more frequently

Mrs. Kiramman was ecstatic that her little girl was going to wear more dresses than only her school uniform

Cait even goes as far as to ask her mom to invite you to her birthday party. The only close friend she really had was Jayce. And there were only going to be adults from other houses and The Council

You also became friends with Jayce, you both taught Cait how to dance bachata and salsa

“Cait move your hips more! You are stiff as a board, mija (girl)!” You said guiding her feet to the music

“I don’t have hips to shake!” She said as her cheeks flushed

Cait knows only a few Spanish phrases thanks to Jayce. Girl can’t roll her r’s or say her l’s even to save her life

She is a sweets girl! Loves flan de queso (cream cheese flan) and flan de vanilla (vanilla flan)

When she finally confessed her love for you she did it in Spanish. She practiced with Jayce for almost a month to get the emotions right

“Me gustas mucho. Te adoro. ¿Quieres ser mi novia?” (I like you a lot. I adore you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?) She handed you a bouquet of lilacs. You were so excited that you knocked her on her ass! You hit your head on a table and both of you spend your commitment with ice on your limbs

You watched each other grow up, you becoming a seamstress like your mother. And Cait going against all Mrs. Kiramman’s wishes and graduating from the Enforcer Academy

You join Cait in the private shooting classes with Officer Grayson. Both excellent shoots, but you not so much. You’re better in close range with a handgun

She looks so sexy in her enforcer outfit!

Lost your virginities to other other! It was the day of her graduation of the academy. When everyone was clustered in the Kiramman estate celebrating her accomplishment

You sneaked away together to her bedroom. Stealing a tray of hors d’oeuvres and a bottle of wine. Wanting to get away from the elite of Piltover

You were on her bed, stuffing your mouth with cheese and crackers

“You’re going to get crumbs on my sheets.”

“Are you going to give me a ticket for it?” Caitlyn scoffed at you as you tentatively shoved another bite in your mouth

Caitlyn stood in front of the mirror. Fixing her medals and badges that hung on the fabric. You knew her too well, she was picking herself apart. Thinking that she only got in the academy because of her name only

“I think I would get used to calling you “Officer Kiramman” you said crawling to the edge of the bed, bottle of wine in your hand. Lying on your stomach with your palm under your chin. Looking at the pretty lady in blue

You patted the spot next to you, discarding the bottle to the floor. Crossing your legs on the mattress

She walked to the bed and sat next to you, leaving her top hat on her bedroom ottoman

“Caitlyn, you have to believe me when I say that you are so much more than your house” You held her temple in your palm, she held your wrist. Closing her eyes as she savored your compassion

“You are more talented than those silver spooned pricks out there! You may have the same money and influence, but they will never reach the level of talent you have. Because what is all this power for if you don’t have the heart to push change? You care, Cait! And I saw with my own eyes how you make others do as well. Like the time you told your mom to give a raise for her maids and workers! Remember that?”

She giggled, remembering that day she saw your mother counting her last few coins to afford a new pair a shoes for you. Cait yelled at Mrs. Kiramman for hours, until she finally gave into her mistake

Next time she saw you there was a brand new pair of shoes on your feet that had you running up to Cait to tell her all about

And that instance evolved into Cait wanting a better world for you. She wanted to change the concrete you walked on into fields of flowers

“Thank you, I really needed that…”

“It also helps that you have a nice pair of tits.” You joked as you pointed to her Enforcer jacket

“You minx!”

She slapped your shoulder and chuckled as you faked your hiss in pain. Rolling around the bed as you help your poor “broken” arm!

“Ohhh, I’ve been a victim of police brutality!”

“I’ll show you brutality, bebé (babe)!”

She climbed on top of you, tickling your sides

“¡Cait, para que no puedo respirar!” (Cait, stop I can’t breathe!) Cait stopped her attach, watching as your chest rose to catch the missing breaths. Your cheeks rosie in adrenaline

She wanted you there with her always. Your hair on her pillows and the smell of your skin lingering on the buttery covers

“Cait?” You asked as you calmed down. Looking at her in worry

“Fuck it” Cait thought, as her lips captured yours in an estranged kiss.

After years of ghostly touches, of lingering eyes, and Jayce calling your romance worse than nuns in love in a convent. She wanted to go the next level with you

You pulled her in, rolling yourself on top

“Are you sure?” You asked bracing her neck

“It would be my honor to have my first time with you.” And yours as well. You started to take layers of your bodies

You both laughed at your struggle to unclip her blouse. Her fingers guiding yours as she showed you the intricacy of the clasps

“I guess that “enforcement” also extends to your uniform.”

“That’s why I only let you make my garments—” Caitlyn kissed the corner of your eye. “They are much more second party friendly.” You pushed the shirt of her body, surprised at the nakedness of the chest

“No bra?” You cupped her breast, feeling the goose bumps of her skin. Her breath hitched at the coldness of your hands

“I didn’t just expect half ass handshakes and putrid marriage proposals as graduation presents.” Cait took charge, pinning you against the edge of the bed. Crawling downwards to your core

She raised your skirt, white sheer stockings held by a lacy garter around your waist. Her eyes widened at the lack of fabric covering your mound

“You weren’t the only one expecting more than just pat on the shoulder tonight.” You moaned as she spread apart your lips

Cait dove in between your legs. Hands in your hips as she guided her tongue along your folds. Nose resting on the shell of your clit

“I t-think, ahhh, you underestimate yourself too much, Cait.” She focused on your bud, rolling her lips on it. Then sucking ever so lightly to draw whimpers out of your vocal cords

“¡Ya no aguanto más! Yo creo que—” (I can’t bear it anymore! I think that—)

You came with a grunt, arching your back of the matters. Head filling with rushed blood as it hanged free of support from the mattress. As you were lost in your high, Cait placed her cunt on yours and rolled her hips. Feeling her clit make love to yours. Your previous orgasm used at oil to make her slip against your pleasures

“Ready for another round?” She whispered into your raised calf. Teeth ripping the material of your stockings. She will buy you new ones, better ones.

Caitlyn was born into wealth and privilege, but she is the most understanding girl you’ll ever met

When you pointed out the problem, she found a solution even if it meant going against her high society

You opened her eyes to the real world and she is so thankful for that

Mel

You were part of the council serving as an international ambassador like her

When Mel first saw what you brought to the council she wanted only to use you as a pawn

But she fell in love with your want for progress, one that actually breaks cycles and not just one that covers them with empty promises

She saw herself in you, a woman that wanted to break the bounds of her past convictions

Neither of you had houses in Piltover and shared different cultural backgrounds than the others

You secretly make fun of the culture shocks you experienced when first moving to Piltover

Both you and Mel HATE the cold that comes with Piltovan winters

She knew about your country and even speaks fluent Spanish thanks to her mother being a Noxian general.

Mel is a scholar, she read up on everything PR before ever making a move on you

Even if she already read up on everything she asks you questions just to hear you rant about your roots

“Is it true that Puerto Rico has the best coffee? I’ve been planning on investing in some companies, but I’m still on the fence…” Mel said in a quizzical tone. Tapping her pen to her chin

Your eyes sparkled. “We have the BEST coffee! Did you know that we have almost 3,000 coffee farms in all PR?! And we also have started to produce cacao as well. It’s incredible considering—” you ranted out

She zoned out, just appreciating the beauty of which you speak so lovingly about a simple thing as coffee beans

You teach her how to make homemade sofrito (a wet spice blend made with sweet peppers, cilantro, recao, and other herbs)

But your favorite memory is when you made dulce de leche together because Mel wanted to make a tiered cake for Alura’s birthday

“¿Quieres probar un poco?” (Want to try some?) You had already some on your index finger for yourself, but you were dipping the wooden spoon for Mel to taste

“Absolutely.” She took the spoon out of your hand and placed it back in the pot. Mel grabbed your wrist

She brought your finger to her mouth. Feeling the velvety muscle roll on your finger pad. Mel took your digit all the way to the knuckle. Slowly pulling her head back with a moan

“It could use some more vanilla.” Mel said dipping her finger back into the caramel. You were felt stunned, mouth gapping and your temple rose red

“What about the sugar?” You cringed as your voice broke. Screaming mentally about getting a grip. You literally have the prettiest woman in Piltover at your wake, and here you are speaking like a teen hitting puberty!

“Mmm, I can find another way to make it a little sweeter…”

“Strip for me, darling.” You did has she commanded. Shredding off the layers of clothing all to please her

You loved the way she looked at you, eyes of a lioness. They held a power over you, you ate from her hands

She took the pot by the handle and tilted it until syrup flowed out the metal. Pouring lukewarm dulce de leche on your skin. As if she was washing the body of a queen. It slowly dripping down your body. From your nipples to the crescents of your abdomen

Flicking her finger up the cusp of your breast to your nipple. Collecting the sugary treat only for her to give her finger to you. You repeating the same action she did moments before

She stared at the base of your neck, then at your chest. Occasionally, coming back to you and sticking out her tongue so you could eat it out of her mouth. You didn’t know who was sweeter. Mel or the candy you made together

Mel kittened licked your areolas clean, never breaking eye contact with you. As her hot tongue cleaned you off

Mel stripped shortly after. The gold birthmarks of her body reflecting in the light. She takes the spoon an and spreads the dulce de leche on her ass cheeks. Candy flowing down her thighs

“Eat up.”

You sat on the floor staring with the drizzle on her thighs, then raising to the globes of her ass. Licking the syrup of her smooth skin. Nibbling at the small golden freckles that decorated her dark skin

“Is it sweet enough now, darling?”

You ordered a cake from an expensive bakery in Piltover and called it a day. What Alura didn’t know won’t hurt her

She definitely stuffed your pussy with her paint brushes when she is working on a new project

Having your legs spread wide for her as he picks up a brush for your entrance, making sure she thrusts it in and out a few times to get a moan for you

Sucking the juices of the handle then dipping the bristles in red paint

And what about you eating her out in her office when she is working?! The possibilities are endless with Mel

For me she is the type to love anything you make her. There is so much diversity in Puerto Rican cuisine and her just picking one is impossible in her eyes.

But man does she appreciate a fresh mofongo relleno de camarones (smashed fried plantain topped with shrimp in a tomato sauce)

And you also teach her the basics of bomba (a tradicional African dance). Even gifting her a custom made traditional outfit to make your dance rehearsals all the more authentic

Mel takes you on lavish vacations to the island. Staying at the best hotels and you serve as a guide to her. Taking Mel to all your favorite local spots to eat pinchos (meat skewers) and drink Medallas (Puerto Rican beer)

You took her to your favorite archipelagos and little islands surrounding PR. And skinny dipped into the various bioluminescent bays at night. Mel had never had such a good time in her life

“Querida (love), I have a present for you.” Mel entered your shared living space. Medium canvas in hand

“Oh, Mel! You didn’t have to! Is there any special occasion that I forgot about?!” You got up from your stop on the couch, greeting her with a kiss

“No, love. I just wanted to do something special.” She turned the canvas around. You squealed at the art piece. She never disappoints!

“Mel! ¡Qué pintura más espectacular! (What an espectacular painting!) The water and sand look so life like! I can’t wait to hag this up in my office!”

“I painted it after we got back from holiday. It’s that big archipelago you took me at the end of your trip.” She circled your waist for behind, resting her chin on your shoulder

“Yes, Cayo Icacos! Oh my God, it even has the same dock and the coast line!” You said admiring the canvas

“There is also on more thing—” She walked over your wine cabinet, pouring two glasses of wine. “I bought Icacos for us. So we can spend your winter vacations there. Alone. Together.” She kissed your jaw, handing you the glass

“Oh like you rented it out for us?” You took a swig, moaning at the sweet undertones

“No, I got the government to officially sell it to me and put it under our names.” Mel said nonchalantly. You sip out your wine in shock

Yep, you definitely passed out shortly after

Ekko

You were one of the people that lost everything to Silco. Your community was slowly taken by Shimmer and gang wars

Ekko and the Firelights rescued you from Silco’s men. You didn’t want to join his web of crime and they proceeded to burn your shop with you inside

If it wasn’t for them being close by you would have lost more than just a few inches of healthy skin

Ekko teaches you how to fix things, how to clean and go at any loose cables their hover skateboards may have

You also picked up flying those boards pretty quickly, he made sure to make them as user friendly as possible

You were sitting on one of the many branches of the Tree, watching the children play and seeing the progress of the new faces in the mural. Fuck did it hurt seeing those paint brushes touch the trunk of the tree

The branch shook with the addition of a foreign weight

“Lost in thought, chica (girl).” You looked up at Ekko, still wearing his Firelight coat with his white owl mask hanging from his belt

“Tell me what’s your mind.” He sat next to you, bumping your shoulder playfully

“I fell like I’m not doing much— like I’m not doing anything. Like I-I’m a burden to this place.” You sighed, throat tight with anxiety. Eyes burning with hot tears

“And what do you want to do?” Ekko asked, holding your hand that was resting your lap. Shining brown eyes studying your features

God why was he so damn handsome when you are in the middle of a breakdown!

“I just d-don’t want to stand by— and — and watch my people be slaughtered…” You said between jagged lips

Ekko smirked at your answer, slowly pulling away from you and placing a box on your thighs

“What is it?” You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand

“Open.” Ekko leaned back on his palms, trying his best to keep his cool guy act even if he was nervous as hell inside

You opened the box, inside there was a Firelight mask. One shaped like the face of a bird like many others in group

Suddenly you remembered that faint pop of green in the sky from your childhood. Of a little green bird that would eat your grandmas tomatoes from her garden

Your eyes widened. What is this really what you think it is?

“Ekko— is this a cotorra puertorriqueña (PR’s national bird)?” You said in aw, lifting the mask and examining its details. Feeling the emotion Ekko put into carving it

“I’m sorry it took so long, but I wanted to make something that would represent you—” He took a small book from of his coat, falling apart by age. “And I landed on that. I found this book in one of the flee markets I went to.” He flipped the pages, letting you see the images and words on the pages. Everything from fauna to history was written on it

Ekko pointed at an image of the bird. “It just screamed you— beautiful and free. I-I mean also many other things like—”

You cut Ekko of with an embrace, holding the mask to your chest

“No sabes cuán agradecida estoy, Ekko. Gracias, gracias, gracias…” (You don’t know how grateful I am for this, Ekko. Thank you, thank you, thank you…) You sobbed on his shoulder, gripping him tightly as if something was going to take him away from you

“Por nada, chica (you’re welcome, girl).” Ekko whispered, arms circling your back

You cook for the Firelight community and when it’s your turn to serve your food the line triples with people more than other days

Ekko even made space for a little herb garden for you! And you have some plantain trees growing in

He likes helping you cook as well. His favorite thing to do is cut, mash, and fry tostones (plantain fritters)

Wouldn’t it be cool for Ekko to have some Caribbean background?! Like Jamaican, Trinidadian, or even Dominican

I can just see Ekko going ham on a pastelón de carne (a sweet plantain lasagna with ground beef and mozzarella cheese)

You give the kids and the adults Spanish lessons. And private ones to Ekko (wink wink)

I believe that the community has a beautiful shower pace! Filled with plants and vines that filter the water making it crystal clear. It’s almost like a never ending waterfall. And it’s especially breathtaking at night when the moon and fireflies light the place up

It was past midnight, and you just got back from other painstaking parole. Dirt coating your clothing and skin

You head straight to the showers. Discarding your clothes on the bench of the makeshift stall you were in.

The stream was cool to your skin, nursing those fresh bruises on your arms and thighs. Grateful for the fresh washcloths, liquid soap and towels that were replenished after every use

You turned around at the sound of an object falling. Ekko’s pupils wide at the sight of your bare breasts and ass. As his owl mask laid on the floor. Who long was he there looking? Did he like what he was looking at?

“S-shit I’m sorry! I thought that it was empty! I’m just gonna—”

“It’s okay— you can stay if you want, Ekko…” Did one of Silco’s goons hit you to hard on the head? Ekko hesitated at first, but when you gave him a nod

You saw him taking off his clothes. Body littered with old scars. He stepped into your space. Both you and him admiring your bodies, if it wasn’t for the cold water you would be in flames

Trying your best to not look at his cock. You started washing off the white paint, careful of not to get any in his eyes. And he did the same, washing your face and neck. A blush on your cheeks

“I believe that “Boy Savior” is an understatement—” Feeling his toned stomach under the soapy washcloth. “You are more of a man than a lot of people out there.”

“Can I kiss you?” He brushed his thumb along the curves your your lips

“Yes…”

Ekko leaned into your lips. He hungered you for a long time, scared that if he got to close you’ll disappear like all his past loved ones

He touched the purple bruise on your rib as he wanted to pull you in, you gasped in pain breaking the kiss. His touch recoiled, then slowly came back in feather like stokes

“You should have never gotten this hurt!” He was angry at himself, it should have been him getting hurt. Not you, never you!

“I shouldn’t have been so focused on destroying those Shimmer barrels…” He pressed his forehead on yours. Eyes crimson with hurt

“We signed up for this, I did too. And if making the Underground better means a few scrapes and headaches, then I’m more than happy to do so.” Thumb wiping away his stray tears

“What can I do to make this up to you?” He kissed the pulse of your wrist

“If you shut up and make love to me.”

He backed you against the rocky wall, water cascading in between your bodies. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Moans concealed by the rush of the water

Ekko’s hips meet yours as he dropped and lifted your body on his arms. Cock hitting you gummy walls and g-spot

“¡Clávame más fuerte! ¡Quiero que se te rompa el bicho de tan duro que me rócese!” (Fuck me harder! I want you to break your dick with how hard you give it to me!)

Nails scratching his back, adding to the multitude of wounds on his body. You both were going to hurt so bad in the morning

“You drive me crazy, chica (girl)!”

You came in his cock in the final thrust, body pulsating with the warmth of your orgasm and the ice of the water

He pulled out and came on your stomach, kissing your neck hard enough to leave traces of your escaped. Your legs jelly at the knees

You and Ekko spent the last hours of night in the streams. Basking in the freshness of your flesh. Having each other on every wall and surface possible

“You know what I’m feelin’ right now?”

“Like your cock is going to fall off?” You said into his chest as you laid back with him on the wooden bench looking at the moon. Ekko’s chest rumbled in a chuckle

“That, and a hot bowl of asopao de pollo (chiken and rice soup).”

Sevika

Sevika definitely has a thing for Latinas

You moved to Piltover a few years ago and started working at The Last Drop. There was an influx of Spanish speaking people and Vander was desperately looking for a bilingual server

He hired you on the spot not caring how many years of experience you had

She basically became your unofficial body guard. Scaring of creeps that got to friendly while you were working

You taught her how to play dominos and you still ended up losing! You had to make her sorullitos (fired cornmeal sticks) for a month

She helps you give out food to the kids and homeless people around the Undercity. It breaks her heart seeing you cry over the people that suffer thanks to Piltover

After she lost her arm you took care of her. Making her cope with a new life change and the challenges that came with it

And you best believe you chewed her ear off about the whole Vander and Silco situation. Refusing to work for Silco and running your own food business to get by

There aren’t many South East Asians in the Undercity or in Piltover, and you bonded because of the lack of a community.

I think you guys talk a lot about the men in your life, how they treated both of you with violence. How toxic males can be thanks to your cultures never giving them consequences for there actions

Talking about how unworthy Sevika felt for just being born a woman, and a queer woman at that. How she finally broke away from all the stereotypes and became a force to be reckoned with after the death of her father

You heal each others soul wounds by embracing the best of your heritage 

She knows all the Indian beauty secrets! She is the one that washes and oils your hair. Saying that “you don’t know how to take care your hair”

“Sevika, I feel like my scalp is about to start bleeding!” You wiggled away as the scalp massager dug into the sensitive parts of your head

“That means it’s working! Stop being a baby.” She poured more warm oil on your head and ignored your whining

She just wants to do something nice for you and loves your reaction as you see how long your hair as gotten since getting together

A lot of the spices that you both use for your cooking it basically nonexistent in the underground

And if they sell them, they go for an arm and a leg (hahaha amputation joke)

So Sevika makes sure that she puts special orders in the smuggling catalog for all the spices, herbs and produce that you both need to make delicious meals

You put her on to tropical fruits. From the massive avocados to the sweet and sour passion fruits

“So when I’m getting a taste of your papaya?” She is a massive flirt.

Sevika’s love language is making you a cup of chai every morning

She is mostly vegetarian, only occasionally eating meat. So her favorite food that you make is also a labor of love

So I just know she loves the pasteles you make. They literally take you a whole day to prepare. From cooking the pork or chicken, toasting the banana leaves on the stove, grading the plantains, making the red oil, and wrapping them up to look like a present

It was the holiday season and you sold almost 30 preorders of your 12 count pasteles. Making big bank, but losing your peace filling all these orders in time for Christmas Eve

She says that she will “help” but she stands leaning on the counter as you fold the banana leaves in place as she munches on plantain chips

Sevika thought you were the sexiest at home in your batas (old lady dresses or muumuus). She could clearly see the outline of your body thanks to the sheer fabric. Especially liking how your nipples got hard in the cold air and the fat mound of your hairy pussy when you didn’t wear panties with the nightgown

With a frustrated look on your face when the leaf doesn’t want to work with you

Cursing under your breath “Hijo de puta— yo te digo…” (“Son of a bitch— I’m telling you…”)

“You look so sexy when you’re frustrated, mamí…” Sevika cradled your hips from behind. Kissing the curve of your nec

“Was helping me all bullshit Sevika?”

“You forget that I only have one arm left?” She said patting her empty shoulder. Smirking at your eye roll

You weren’t amused at all at her joke. “Haha, very funny…”

“But I have other ways to help you at least…” Her hand slowly creeping under your dress strap

“Like what?” You questioned her, eyebrows raised

Sevika was in between your legs as you made the last batch of pasteles for the night

Nightgown discarded on the floor

Sucking on your clit each time you finished folding a pastel. Slowly pulling it away from her mouth and letting it go with a pop. Her two middle fingers thrusting in and out of your entrance

She watched from the kitchen floor as your breasts heaved at every lick of her tongue. Biting your outer lips when you didn’t fold the leaves fast enough

“¡Comeme la tota así mismoooo!” (Eat my pussy just like thatttt!) You made those pasteles as if you were on steroids

Her nose pressed against your mound breathing the smell of your cunt. The smell of a grown woman was intoxicating to her.

Sevika speed up her fingers and tongue, you wanted to come undone. But pushed through the last of them

Your hands braced the counter as your orgasm took over. Raising one of your legs of the ground so Sevika could drink your release fully. She groaned at the taste, vibrations sending heat through your overstimulated body

You sucked a breath, peering down your bottom half. Sevika resting her head on your inner thigh, sucking purple marks on your flesh. Jaw coated in your silk. Grey eyes drinking in your dazed face

“I believe I was more than enough help. Don’t you agree, muñeca (doll)?” She gave you clit a little kiss, pleasure running up your spine

“Eres terrible, ‘Vika—” (you’re terrible, ‘Vika—) you let out breathlessly. Ruining your fingers through her short hair

She took her fingers out of your pussy, and you leaned down to taste yourself on her. Indulging in the salty sweet flavor of your bodies. Lapping her fingers clean and then kissing Sevika. Her lips push against yours

“Mmm my compliments to the chef.” You had more than one good fuck that night on the floor with Sevika

Who knew that pasteles were such an aphrodisiac?

If they ask you why these were so delicious you just smile shyly and say: “I just put a little extra love (orgasm) into them.”

Vander

As a bartender he absolutely was inspired to make a cocktail menu for you. Makes you his official taste tester for any new drink he plans to put in the menu

You owned a small food stand in the Underground ever since he was working in the mines

And it was always packed with people in and out of work

You got together shortly after Vander stopped your shop from getting mugged by some punks

Vander is a coffee lover and always makes it a routine to get up early in the mornings just so that he can have a hot cup of Puerto Rican joe with fresh butter and bread on the side

Thankful that you always feed his kids when he doesn’t have time to cook for them, and free at charge with at that

But he always sneaks more than enough coin into your tip jar when he visits you after a rough day

“Does Vander ever feed you guys at all?” You asked serving another customer

“He does but he burns everything he cooks—” Vi said licking her fingers clean from the delicious poultry you made

“Can I have another piece of chicken, tití (auntie)?” Powder said holding her empty plate at you, big eyes looking at you with love. Mouth covered in red sauce

“Con esos ojitos (with those little eyes) who can say no to you Pow-Pow!”

Yes his kids call you auntie and I’ll take that to the grave!

Whenever you call him “Hound” he blushes! And you make fun of him a lot for it as well. Calling him a dog as you catch him looking at your ass as you bend over to get plates and watching your tits jiggle as you make your fresh pressed juices.

Coquito (coconut eggnog) is his all time favorite drink, second to guarapo (sugar cane juice). And when you gave him a shot to try it solidifies his want to open a bar so he can make delicious drinks like this

When it’s the holidays Vander lets you have parrandas (live Puerto Rican music parade) at the bar. You introduced him to el guiro (a type of musical instrument) and la pandereta (small hand drum). And he plays them really well!

“Maybe those big hands are not just useful for punching things, huh Vander?” You played along side him as you watched the kids for a dance circle. Chuckling at Powder’s lack of feet coordination as she stepped on Mylo’s toes

“I will have to show you sometime. You will certainly be surprised, love.” You blushed, quickly going over the other musicians to sing your part of the chorus. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, loving the attention he gave you

The kids went to sleep as midnight approached. The adults enjoying their late drinking. Vander was leaning against the bar as you danced with Sevika. Watching you teach her the basics of bachata so that she could impress the girl she was pinning for

“You’re not so bad at this, Sevika!” She twirled you around

“Na, I’m better at the cards than all of this.” Sevika said, still looking at your feet as you guided her steps

In the corner of your eye you saw this other girl go up to Vander. You didn’t hear what they were thanks to the loud music. But you saw him shaking his head “no”. The girl turned around annoyed, flicking her wrist at him as dismissing a dog. Wishing her eyes found a brain in the back for her skull as she rolled them. You thought she finally back off. But you were wrong…

She pressed her ass against the front of his pants, shaking her flat flabby ass. Vander choking in his drink in pure shock. Trying to push the girl away

Before Sevika could stop you, you were already across the other side of the bar. Fist clenched, Vander making brief eye contact with you. His eyes widened at your wrath. Uh oh…

“¡Èl dijo que no jodia puta! ¡Te voy a romper la cara!” (He said no you fucking whore! I’m going to break your face in!) Grabbing her hair by the root and dragging her off to the bar floor. Her screaming and sinking her nails on your forearms, drawing blood. You screamed at her attach

You hear people cheer and yell at you to: “teach her to not touch anyone’s man again”.

Throwing your body weight back and making her crash into the round tables. Before the girl could even process the pain you straddled her stomach and punched her face in. The alcohol in your system making you rabid

“Love, that’s enough!” Vander pulled your fingers off the girls body. You were thrashing against his hold. Sevika hoisted the other woman taking her out of the bar.

“Everyone, out!” Vander yelled. You watched bodies move with blurry eyes. You still thirsty for blood.

“¡Déjame! (Let go!) ! Ugh, Vander!” He threw you over his shoulder. You punching his muscular back for him to let you go. He took you into the supply closet behind the bar. Dropping your feet on the floor.

“Let me out Vander! She is not getting off that easy for touch you like that!”

You wobbled like a new born fawn, holding the shelves for support. Vander locked the door and turned on the dim light abode your heads.

“Sit your ass down! I’m not tellin’ you twice…” Vander warned, pointing at the large empty barrel. You stared him down on your tippy toes. Blue eyes piercing yours.

“You really want to go there, sweetheart?” He crossed his arms over his broad chest. Getting close enough to smell the whiskey and smoke on his breath. The smell of your man

You wanted those hands around your throat. You wanted him to fuck the brat out of you. Your fight for dominance was short lived

“Fine.” You caved in and sat down with an annoyed plop. Grumbling at him with your arms crossed

God, did you love the control he had over you. You loved a man that put you in your place, while still being caring and loyal

Vander turned his back to you while looking for the first aid kit. Admiring the thickness of his body. And those pants that made his ass and legs look so delectable

“If I wouldn’t have stopped you, you’ll be heading to Stillwater by the end of the night.” Vander stood in front of you, raising your head to meet his warm gaze

“I’m sorry—” You whispered as your eyes became teary

“Christ, love! You would have killed her!” He lifted your arms to see the damage. Cleaning your wounds with alcohol. You hissed at the burn. Vander slowly wrapping your forearms with white gauze

“I’ve never seen you act like that before—” Breaking the silence. “I didn’t think a lady such as yourself could be so violent, so jealous…”

Vander would never admit that he loved what you did to that girl. How sexy you were while beating the shit out of a stranger just for him. It made him feel loved in a fucked up way

He lifted your bandaged arms to his lips. Breathing the scent of your wounds

“Tell me, love. Are all Puerto Rican women like that?” He asked innocently, looking at your face with curiosity

“I’m not just a jealous woman, Vander… I’m going to tell you a little secret about us puertorriqueñas.” You said stroking his bearded cheek. “We are territorial. And we fight for what is ours, even if it means that I have to fucking sink my teeth into any whore that touches mi hombre (my man)” You said between your gritted teeth, pulling Vander towards you. Tongue sinking into his mouth tasting faint of whiskey

You pulled his belt, harshly tugging it open. Feeling his hard cock through the fabric. God, did you want to get that whore’s smell of him. Replace it with the scent of your cunt

“You are mine, Vander. And I am yours.”

His eyes dialed, pants ever so uncomfortable. Vander launched at you, lifting you by your legs and kissing your lips. Your back gently hitting against the liquor shelves

He quickly discarded your bottoms, you gave his length a few pumps then lined it up against your cunt. You could never get bored of the sight of his cock, or the hot stretch it gave you

“Choke me, Vander!” You yelled, pussy filled with him. His hand was placed in your neck in a moment. Fingers pressing your pulse points.

Vanders thrusting was meet with the sounds of clinking bottle and the rattling of the shelves. He was a beast, slapping your entrance at full force as moans were caught on your airway. Velvety walls sucking him in. Heavy balls knocking against the push of your cheeks.

“I’m gonna cum, lovie—” He let go of the hold on your throat. “Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth!” Vander dismounted you. Cock glossy from the slick of your pussy

You kneeled on the ground, fingers fucking your pussy. Taking that big veiny dick in one go, slurping your combined juices as his tip hit the back of your throat. Vander’s hand resting in your hair. Your other hand massaging his balls

Vander came with a grunt, back of his head hitting the wooden shelves. Gasping in surprise as it coated your mouth. He was going to need ice for that later, you thought, enjoying the creaminess of his cum

Sticking your tongue out to show him his release. Then moaning as you swallowed it

“You dirty girl.” Biting your lip as he cursed at your seduction

“My dirty dog.”

You licked his cock clean. Pulling his foreskin in between your lips. Kissing it all around and making out with his tip slit. You nibbled at his shaft, using a bit of teeth to draw gasps from Vander

You brought your mouth to his pubic bone. Biting his skin, hard enough to leave marks. And leaving hickeys on his stomach

Loving how your food left some extra pounds on him. Making his tummy all the more squishy and soft

“You’re eating me alive, love—” You giggled on his skin, slowly stroking his spent cock. “Mark your territory, mi loba (my she-wolf).”

“Con placer…” (With pleasure…) You gave his cock a final kiss. Long lasting, a little red bruise at the side of his shaft. Moaning at your work, eyes sparkling up at him

Vander helped you off your knees, and leaned you against his chest. You rested there for a while, calming down for your sex crazed high

“Do you want me to make you a passion fruit mock-tail, darlin’?” Vander rasped, hand soothing the pulse of your throat 

“Yesss please, and with extra—” Vander shushed you with a kiss

“And with extra ice and pineapple pieces. I know, amor (love), I know.” He pecked your forehead

[viktorslver]

𒅌 | Raising the kids with Vander

— First of all, i’d like to thank the lovely doll that requested this!! I’m so sorry the og request post is now gone, my wifi just isn’t having it today unfortunately.

Now, I’d like to think that you and Vander are close enough that if he was struggling with stress or just it’s a busy day at The Last Drop—he’d be able to turn to you to help with the kids.

You two were a team, you worked together to ensure the kids get everything they’d need.

Whether it was getting them ready in the morning, or cleaning them up after some alleyway scrap they’d got themselves into.

The smell of eggs and bacon swam through the air, Powder kneeling between your legs on a cushion as she rambled excitedly about her dream. Mylo sitting beside you, groaning dramatically pretending to die of boredom.

You found her endearing, she was like a puppy—loud and never seemed to run out of energy. Not that you minded, she brought all the life Zaun lacked. Mylo was a charming boy, adoring that stupid wolffish grin (he’d learnt it off of Vander) any time he was in trouble.

Vander was cooking, bickering playfully with Violet as he scrapped the eggs around his pan—Claggor tinkering with some sort of contraption as he listened to the two.

Vander liked to say he was the ‘bad cop’—it was blatantly obvious his frustrations never lied with the kids. More the stupid situations they’d get themselves into.

His frustration stemmed with fear, he couldn’t imagine a world without the kids, he couldn’t bear the thought of loosing them.

He confessed this all to you late at night, you two were sitting on a couch together—he didn’t think everything he said was ever going to be spoken allowed. But, he spilt it all to you.

One thing I’d like to think is that Vander has a small collection of trinkets—A metal flower, covered in thorns and paint from Powder. A tiny figurine adoring stupidly massive gauntlets from Violet. One of those singing fishes, that only let out horrific screams from Mylo. And a new pair of work gloves from Claggor.

He held onto a lot, even if it seemed like junk—he kept everything he’d been given from them.

You thought it was cute, his frowning horde of random items.

You gave him one of his favourites, a strip of pictures taken in one of those dingy booths—you and the four kids all goofing around and pulling faces.

Overall you two take great care of each other and the kiddies!!

IM SO SORRY ITS SO SHORT

It isn’t my best work either, please try and ignore that 😭

edit : JUST LETTING YOU ALL KNOW MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

[aspenmissing]

ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ || ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ/ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 1881 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴏɴᴇ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴀ "Qᴜɪᴇᴛ" ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ, ᴠɪ, ᴍʏʟᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀɢɢᴏʀ. ᴀᴍɪᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴀʀᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜᴇɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱʜɪꜰᴛ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ | ᴠɪ | ᴍʏʟᴏ | ᴄʟᴀɢɢᴏʀ

The bar was lively tonight, the familiar sounds of chatter and laughter filling the space. Vander moved effortlessly behind the counter, pouring drinks and sharing warm smiles with the regulars. He had a way of making every patron feel like they belonged, whether it was with a hearty laugh or a gentle nod. You sat at one of the tables near the back, a pile of plates in front of you as you helped Powder finish her dinner.

“You’re gonna grow up strong like Vander if you eat all your vegetables,” you teased, nudging the plate closer to her.

Powder scrunched her nose but reluctantly speared a piece of broccoli with her fork. “I’ll eat them, but only because you said so,” she muttered, taking a bite with dramatic slowness.

Vi, sitting across from you with her legs sprawled over the chair, smirked. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, you know that?”

“And what about you, miss tough girl?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow. “I seem to recall someone sneaking extra bread rolls earlier.”

Vi shrugged, unapologetic. “What can I say? I’m a growing girl.”

From across the room, Claggor and Mylo wandered over, their faces lit with excitement. “Hey, we’re gonna play cards,” Mylo said, holding up a slightly battered deck. “You in?”

Before you could answer, Vander appeared, his large frame towering over the group. He crossed his arms, his ever-present smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Cards, huh?” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. “You planning to hustle our guest here?”

Mylo grinned, clearly trying to look innocent. “Who, me? Never.”

Vander chuckled, ruffling Mylo’s hair. “Sure. Just don’t let me catch you trying to stack the deck, kid.”

Powder perked up, practically bouncing in her seat. “Can we all play? Please?”

“How could I say no to that face?” you said, reaching out to pinch Powder’s cheek playfully. She swatted your hand away with a giggle.

Soon, the group of you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, the cards spread out in a chaotic pile. Vander stayed at the counter, wiping down glasses and keeping an eye on the bar, though his gaze often wandered to your little circle. He leaned against the bar, his arms crossed, and watched as you laughed and bantered with the kids.

“Hey, no cheating!” Vi shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Claggor.

“I wasn’t cheating!” Claggor protested, his face turning red.

“Sure you weren’t,” Powder chimed in, giggling behind her hand.

You leaned back, shaking your head with a laugh. “This might be the most intense card game I’ve ever played.”

“That’s because we play to win,” Mylo said, his tone mock-serious as he adjusted his nonexistent tie.

The game continued with much banter, accusations of cheating, and even a few lighthearted debates about the rules. Vander chuckled quietly at the chaos, his heart swelling with affection. Watching you with the kids was his favourite sight in the world.

When Vi eventually declared herself the undefeated champion—amid loud groans from the others—Vander decided to step in.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough excitement for one night,” he said, his voice carrying over the noise. “Time to clean up and start winding down.”

The kids groaned in unison, Powder giving him her best puppy-dog eyes. “Just one more round, Vander! Pleeeaaase?”

“Not tonight, Powder,” he said, shaking his head but softening his tone. “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s time to get ready for bed.”

Reluctantly, they began gathering up the cards and clearing the table. Powder grumbled under her breath about “unfair rules,” while Mylo claimed he could’ve won if they’d played just one more round. You exchanged an amused glance with Vander, both of you trying not to laugh at the kids’ antics.

Once the bar was quiet again, the kids settled into their makeshift beds in the upstairs loft. Powder insisted on showing you her stuffed bunny one last time before curling up under her blanket. Vi rolled her eyes but tucked Powder in, pretending not to care even as she adjusted the covers just right.

Vander lingered by the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched them. You joined him, resting a hand on his arm.

“They’re good kids,” you said softly.

“They are,” he agreed, his voice tinged with pride. “A bit of a handful sometimes, but good.”

“They’re lucky to have you,” you said, leaning into him.

Vander turned his head to look at you, his expression warm. “They’re lucky to have us,” he corrected, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “You make this life better—for them and for me.”

“You’re getting soft on me, Vander,” you teased, though your voice was full of affection.

“Don’t let it get out,” he said with a low chuckle.

The two of you stood there for a while, watching the kids as they drifted off to sleep. Powder clung to her bunny, Vi was sprawled out like she didn’t have a care in the world, and Mylo and Claggor were already snoring softly.

“They’re going to eat us out of house and home one day,” Vander said, though there was no real complaint in his tone.

“And we’ll let them,” you replied, smiling. “Because they’re our family.”

Vander tightened his hold on you, his large hand now resting against your back. “Yeah,” he murmured. “They are.”

As the night deepened and the kids’ soft snores filled the loft, you felt Vander's hand gently squeeze your shoulder. His warmth radiated through you, grounding you in the comfort of the moment. You turned your face up to him, catching the tender smile playing on his lips.

“Come on,” he said softly, tilting his head toward the stairs. “Let’s let them sleep.”

You nodded, following him down into the now-quiet bar. The place, so full of life earlier, felt peaceful under the dim glow of the overhead lights. Vander moved to the counter, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of his favourite ale.

“You don’t have to keep the bar open just for me,” you teased as he poured.

“It’s not for you,” he said with mock seriousness, sliding a glass over to you. “It’s for me. You’re just lucky I’m generous.”

You chuckled, taking the glass and raising it in a small toast. “To quiet nights and rowdy kids.”

Vander clinked his glass against yours, his smile softening. “And to you. For keeping us all sane.”

The warmth in his gaze made your cheeks flush. You sipped your drink, letting the comfortable silence settle between you. Vander leaned back against the counter, watching you with that steady, thoughtful look that always made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

“You’ve got a way with them,” he said after a while, his voice low and full of admiration. “The kids, I mean. They listen to you in a way they don’t always listen to me.”

You shook your head, smiling. “They adore you, Vander. They just need someone who can sit with them in the chaos sometimes. You’ve got enough on your plate keeping this place running and keeping them safe.”

“Still,” he murmured, setting his glass down and crossing the space between you in a few easy strides. His hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

You leaned into his touch, your own hand coming up to rest over his. “And you’ll never have to,” you said softly.

For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. It was just the two of you, standing in the quiet bar that had become the heart of your makeshift family. The warmth of his presence, the steady strength of his love, made everything else fade away.

He kissed you then, slow and deep, his lips soft and lingering against yours. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing.

“Remind me to hire someone to help out around here,” he said with a chuckle, breaking the silence. “Maybe then I’ll have more time to do this.”

“Oh, so now you want to spend more time kissing me?” you teased, your voice light.

“Always,” he replied without hesitation, his grin broadening.

The two of you finished your drinks, sharing quiet conversation and stolen glances. It wasn’t long before a familiar tug of sleepiness began to weigh on you, your eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. Vander noticed, of course. He always did.

“You’re about to fall over,” he teased gently, setting his empty glass down.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, though the yawn you tried to stifle gave you away.

“Sure you are,” he replied, his deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. Before you could protest, he stepped closer and effortlessly scooped you up into his strong arms as if you weighed nothing at all.

“Vander!” you exclaimed, though your voice lacked any real indignation.

“Shh,” he soothed, his tone warm and reassuring. “You’re always running yourself ragged for everyone else. Let me take care of you tonight.”

You couldn’t help but relax against him, your head resting on his broad chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat, so calm and steady, was like a lullaby. His familiar scent—faintly smoky and earthy with a hint of the soap he always used—wrapped around you like a comforting embrace.

“You spoil me,” you murmured, your voice drowsy.

“Only fair,” he replied with a soft smile, his lips brushing the top of your head. “You’ve been spoiling me since the day we met.”

He carried you to the back room, his steps slow and deliberate. Once there, he laid you down on the cot with infinite care, tugging the blankets up over you. But when you reached out, your hand brushing against his, you stopped him in his tracks.

“Stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Alright,” he said softly, kicking off his boots.

Vander stretched out beside you on the narrow cot, his large frame taking up most of the space. You instinctively curled into his side, and he wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you close. His warmth seeped into you, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek made it impossible to keep your eyes open.

For a while, the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the hum of the bar now a distant murmur beyond the door. His hand found yours under the blanket, his thumb tracing slow, soothing patterns across your knuckles.

“You work too hard,” he said quietly, his voice a low rumble.

“Funny,” you replied, your words slurred with sleep. “I was going to say the same about you.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Maybe we both need to slow down.”

“Maybe,” you agreed, already drifting off.

As your breathing evened out, Vander let his own eyes close, the tension of the day finally leaving his body. Holding you in his arms, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace. In a world that was often chaotic and uncertain, this moment—this quiet, shared warmth—was everything he needed.

Because in you, he’d found a home.

[1-danid]

Dating Teen Vi

Dating Arc 1 Vi would include..

Vander loving you as another kid. You may have your own patents but he still sees you as one of his children. Meaning he gives Vi the talk instead of you because he feels she'll need it more.

Teen Vi is 100% shy when it comes to PDA. She will hold your hand in public but that's about it. On the rare occasion when she's a bit jealous she may give your check or lip a kiss but it's rare.

When it's just the two of you or 3 of you powder can see her soft side. She'd go all out and be attacking your face with kisses and love.

At this stage you guys wouldn't know your love language so expect a bit of everything at this stage as you're trying it all out for the first time.

I don't think she can cook, no one in that band can. So often you'd cook meals for the group and bake treats for her and Powder.

If you go on the "jobs" with the group, Vi would be protective of you. Yeah she knows you can kickass but she doesn't want to lose you or to get you hurt.

Also Mylo would be annoying cause she'd stop for a sec to admire your beauty and he'd be like

" I could do better than that. She's just showing off at this point."

You'd flip him off whilst flipping to another building. And when you get to wherever you are going to rob she'd let you take personal things for yourself and not to sell. Honestly she wouldn't care what you do she'd just watch you for a minute with a love sick smile on her face.

The others would 100% tease her about it. And she's blushing a bit and playing it off. They'd believe for the first few times until it becomes a daily routine.

She'd get you little gifts when you don't do jobs together and surprise you with them

If you don't go on jobs with the group you'd originally babysit Powder. Keeping her distracted and happy while the others are out risking your lives.

You weren't a fighter so you never asked to go to jobs. However you did learn how to treat basic ailments to help Vi and Claggor when they got badly hurt.

 Vi would 100% get you little gifts from the jobs she does without you surprising you with them. She'd be like;

"We were out at this one house, and I saw something. It reminded me so much of you. It was perfect and beautiful so I thought you should have it."

And then she'll give you a beautiful necklace. Or something romantic that you appreciate because of your relationship.

You'd bake her cupcakes whenever she's had a hard day and you think she needs to relax. The two of you will just cuddle as you sing a soft song to her. For example, falling for you by peachy!

Because you're always baking her  sweet stuff and 'cause she loves your cake and cups she calls you…

CUPCAKE 

I'm not sorry for that. But on the note of pet name's teen Vi will call you anything to see you flustered.

 She just loves you so much and you love her too

She’s definitely the big spoon and powder loves you more than vi (you didn’t hear that from me)

Like she see Vi as her hero but she sees how Vi looks at you and see you as Vi hero

You’re literally the coolest kid in Vander’s house

Plus you can work the bar, you have a lot of free time, so you’re able to earn a little for shifts at the bar

When Vi leaves powder behind you’d both have a big cussing 100%

Like you know how scared and confused Powder is and refuse to go and help because Powder needs support as well

Powder (bless her) would 100% influence you and beg you to bring her to the fight

One look at her puppy dog eyes, and you would cave and bring her in once she promises to stay hidden

You’d bring her and miss all the signs and when the bomb goes off, you’re their trying to protect her

Vi slaps (I refuse to write the p word) both you and her sister

Cue another heated argument you’d slap her back and cuss her out for touching you and Powder

And you’d break up.

So pissed you tell her to “fucking go to hell Violet.”

And she pretty much does, you’d try your best to comfort powder

Trying to stay strong for her, yet you’d let a few tears fall at your newly broken heart, your loss of home and your loss of your friends

You don’t notice Silco and when you do you don’t trust him fully.

But you know you and Powder need a place to stay so when he accepts Powder’s hug, you lower your guard

Moreso when you see a familiar face, passed out Sevika eases your nerves

You never do find out what happened at the warehouse, but you do know you lost everyone except Powder

You wonder if you’d ever see Vi again as you take on the older sister responsibilities for Powder’s sake

A/N

I hope you enjoyed this. I feel its better than the version i posted last time. To old moots this is not a goodbye. THIS IS A REVAMP!!

TIL NEXT TIME MY LOVES

-Dani

[q8qwertyuiop8p]

Giant List of Why We Love Silco ❤️

I'm bored and needed to make this, pls pls pls suggestions are welcome!!!

# of reasons: 70

-Voice

-Eyes

-Dominance

-Intellect

-Style

-Loving Dad

-Villian

-Tiny waist

-Swagger

-Noble goals

-Good hair

-Cute shark chompers

-Mature

-Confidence

-Will tear the world apart for the ones he loves

-Hot scar

-Angsty backstory

-Forgiving

-Loyal

-Nose

-Victim of social and domestic violence

-Debonair

-Keeps and uses gifts Jinx gave him

-Puffs his chest

-Best quotes

-Eye glows, you can always find him in the dark

-Cool lair

-Appreciates the beauty and value in things others overlook

-Wants to free his people

-Honest, he believes what he says

-Long legs

-Quick thinker

-Calm

-Hates when people talk bad about Jinx

-Brushes back his hair to regain composure

-Cool symbol

-Traumatized

-Wealthy

-Leader of Zaun

-Strong arms

-The disheveled look

-Humble background

-Polite

-Enjoys loved one's company

-Adorable stomp and face when angry 😠

-The way he sits with his legs crossed

-Flexible and graceful

-Likes fish

-Passionate and ambitious

-If you look closely when he stands after trying to convince Vander to join him...if you know you know👀

-Educated

-Younger design is also hot

-Great at reading people

-Entrepreneur, business savvy

-Doesn't go corrupt once he assumes leadership

-Quick thinker

-Has a puppy dog face (you can see it when he's tied to the chair as Jinx looks at Caitlyn and for a second when he's being drowned)

-Merciful

-Good with kids

-Doesn't swear

-Beautiful smile

-Tolerates the Last Drop for his goons

- Keeps the side of his ashtray where Jinx wrote "Dad" facing him

- Helped Milio and Chonk forage (TFT)

-Likes to read

-Always wins a staring contest

-Made season one memorable

-Smokes like he was born to do it

-Interesting

-Savage lines

[whoreforsplatasha]

Jealousy (Jinx x Female r)

Part 4

series contains- smut, violence, obscene language

After what seemed like hours of constant struggle I was finally able to get some sleep until... "time to start your training, get your fucking ass up y/n" I grunted while trying to get ahold of my feet; I felt a sharp pain in my lower back, most likely from the uncomfortableness of the mattress I had to endure all night.

I glanced at the short, foggy window that was placed at the very top of the room; not a single ray of sunlight mirrored form the outside. "What time even is it?" I complained. "3:45" my jaw dropped and I felt a bit of anger boil up inside me. "YOU SAID 4! WHAT HAPPENED TO 4?" I shouted as I did some angry hand gestures. "watch your tone. and rule one of being a fighter, always submit before the due date" I stared at her in annoyance and dusted my pants off.

fuck it, she's going down with them too that heartless bitch.

at 'The Last Drop' (the bar previously owned by Vander)

                                                                     . . .

"ARGH" I wailed as I tumbled to the floor. Sevika pumped more shimmer into her robotic left arm as she readied her next punch. I struggled getting up from my current position, before I could get on my feet she pounced at me grabbing my shirt and tossing me to the wall like trash. "hm" she scoffed. She walked closer to me and provoked  "weak"

weak? the taunting voices of my mother echoed through my head. “ you are nothing you will always be nothing until you stop being so god damn weak y/n” she scoffed and muttered, “what a pathetic excuse for a daughter”

With the new found energy burning inside me I gave an unpredictable kick in her stomach causing her to stagger a little giving me enough time to knock her off her feet and pin her to the floor with my fist. I gave her a self praised looked and she nodded her head in approval . "not bad kid, not bad at all" "woohoo! bravo!" I heard a voice say from behind me. I cringed as my mind processed who that annoying but kinda hot voice belonged to.

"What do you want Jinx?" she gave me puppy eyes "What's the matter sugar? I just came to see how my partners doin'" "uh huh" I replied. Sevika got up and was about to leave when I stopped her "woah woah woah where do you think you're going?" "I'm starving I'll bring you back something but I don't have the patience to deal with that brat right now " "So you're just going to leave me with miss crazy pants?" I said while looking over at Jinx; she just smiled and waved at me enthusiastically. "Please don't leave me with her" I begged. "Sorry y/n someone's gotta deal with her and you agreed to be her friend so that's your job now, thanks". " I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE" sevika just shrugged and walked away.

great. you just earned yourself number one on my assassination list

I grudgingly walked back inside to meet a smiley Jinx

oh boy

I put on my best fake smile and sat down beside her. "How's training with SEVIKA" she said Sevika in a princess like voice. "Actually it's pretty nice, she pushes me way beyond my limits but it's actually shaping me into a good fighter" "pft I could've done that a gazzilion and a billion times better than SEVIKA" again saying her name in a princess like voice, obviously mocking her.

i don't think a gazillion is even a real number, but i'm not trying to get slaughtered right now so i'll just keep that to myself

I nodded at her statement and wiped some sweat of my forehead when she blurted out;"what's going on with you and Sevika" she bit her lip nervously looking into my eyes. I almost choked on my own saliva. "ME AND SEVIKA? YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING NOTHING IS GOING ON I DO NOT AND WILL NEVER LIKE HER LIKE THAT! PLUS SHES LIKE WHAT? 40?" I laughed at my own protest and jinx smiled a bit. "So you're single, right sugar?" "uh I mean, well yeah but-" she cut me off my leaning close to my face, her lips inches away from my mine. She touched my bottom lip with her thumb "good"

She leaned back and I silently cursed myself. Did I want her to kiss me? Surely not, I don't even like her like that plus I have Jayce at home. Jinx saw that I was frustrated, "What? Did you want me to continue." I felt myself blush uncontrollably. "N-no why would I want you to" "Soo you don't want me to kiss you" "Well I didn't say that either" i mumbled under my breath. "What was that sugar?" "Nothing" I quickly replied. She smirked at me and got close, even closer than she was before. She looked at my lips and leaned in but didn't kiss me. "Alright then I'll see ya tomorrow sugar." she rerouted her position and gave me a kiss on my cheek instead.

why was i mad? why was i so frustrated. did i really want her to kiss me? maybe i did but i can't let myself get attached, i have to kill her or my mother would never think i'm good enough. i need to do this quick before my feelings get stronger.

(hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! i'll try to update more frequently) also top or bottom jinx

[j1nxer]

”The boys weren’t bothering you, were they?” Vander asks as he wipes down the counter. “If they were, y’know how… excitable they can be, so I’ll go ahead and apologize on their behalf. Mylo ‘specially is a big fan of yours.” There’s a lighthearted poke at the said person in there, though covered up by Vander’s casual tone. “Hope this place is still to your liking though, hm?” - Alternate universe, if you’re okay with it! :) — @stormduelist

the tray held in the palm of gert's hand, stacked precariously with cups in a variety of shapes, sizes and colours, is slid with practiced precision onto the end of the bar. scarred and calloused fingers from years of string tugging begin to carefully unload each item to place them in coordinated groups as she listens to the droning of idle chatter.

concentration broken by vander's voice, they glance up as they listen to him speak, placing the few remaining cups in their designated group before folding her arms across the bar top. a few minute's break wouldn't hurt — they'd done a drinks round not long ago, so she's sure nobody would miss her if they had to wait a little longer.

" nah, they're all good. " toned shoulders raising and falling in a dismissive shrug, an amused smile tugs at the corner of her lips. " it's all harmless. " it was somewhat endearing; the way mylo seemed to follow her around like a lost puppy, rambling about whatever new science-y invention he and his brother were conjuring up — but that's just how she saw him: a puppy. they're subtly relieved every time powder slides in to redirect the conversation elsewhere. she almost didn't want to let him down, no matter how gently it would be.

the older mans question surprises her somewhat, pierced brow lifting to her hairline for a moment as black — painted nails drum absentmindedly on the marred wood of the bar, a hum echoing in her throat. " yeah, it's nice. " they were never one for many words, but there's very little hesitation in her answer. it paid the bills — kept her and her little brothers afloat and let her, somewhat, pursue their passion for music.

" good people, good money, a half — decent boss. " mirth fills gert's features as she glances pointedly at vander once they mention their half — decent boss. he was better than half decent. understanding about her situation and flexible with the hours he lets her work, even if she rarely ever needed to take advantage of his flexibility. honestly? it was the best job she'd had by far, and she'd verbalise as much if she didn't struggle with it.

[mcnagerie]

💘 -For both Vash and maybe Silco?

☠ ― 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠.

💘 - What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love?

Vash will say he's never fallen in love; this is a lie. He's never allowed himself to enter into a genuine, lasting relationship, but throughout his 150+ years on No Man's Land, he's definitely fallen for people - and that's usually his cue to get the hell out of dodge.

Personality matters more to him than anything else. People who are kind, generous, who do their best to help others, who believe in something and earnestly work towards achieving their dreams - though, admittedly, he's got a weakness for dark hair. His main love language is acts of service, though simple physical affection is another favorite; hugs, long cuddle sessions, holding hands, just simply being with his lover.

The main tell that Vash is in love with someone is if he watches them during idle time; he'll often get lost just staring at them while they're walking or drinking, often with a soft smile on his face. He very much looks like a besotted puppy, and it's pretty obvious to anyone who looks at him - but he'd still deny it, of course.

Silco is unexpectedly similar to Vash in the regard that he'd like about never having fallen in love, but in his case, his refusal to let it go any further was out of a sense of duty to Zaun, as well as the lingering sting of betrayal left by Vander.

He doesn't really have a "type", per se; similarly to Vash, again, he focuses more on personality than anything, but there's not really any hard and fast metrics as to what might determine if he's attracted to someone or not. He'll spend time with them, get to know them, and if feelings develop, they'll do so naturally from there.

He'll typically show affection through verbal reassurance, physical touch - or allowance of physical touch, since he usually won't be the one doing the touching - and gift-giving. This can all be seen with Jinx; letting her hang off of him and cuddle up to him unabated, reassuring her, giving her the resources she needs to work on her inventions, etc.

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats Kree on your audition for Maverick Vander! Please check out this page here for more information and send us his blog within 48 hours! Welcome to the group!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name: Kree 


Preferred pronouns: he/him


Age: 21+


Timezone/Country: PST/United States  


RP Experience: 5+ years 


Activity Level: I can be on every day for a few hours. I may not be able to get on one or two days in a row because I am on the road. This schedule changes weekly. 


IC INFORMATION:

Name: Maverick Vander

Designation: Dominant. 


Age: 26

Birthdate: May 4, 1996 


Faceclaim: Chris Wood


Orientation: Bisexual 


Kinks: Bondage, Edge play, Face-Sitting/Lapping/Fucking, Cock/Feet/Pit Worship, Humiliation, Hypnotism, Watersports, Sadism, Orgasm Control, Pain, Puppy Play, Endless Teasing, anything else. 


Anti-Kinks: Race play

KEY POINTS

Unpredictable.

Frank.

Confident.

Sarcastic.

Just having a good time.

BIO:

Maverick grew up in a very strict household, with strict schedules and routines. The man didn’t particularly enjoy his upbringing but he never challenged it, either. In fact, he excelled in the environment. This pleased his father, more than anyone. Maverick was his dad’s special child. He wasn’t born a twin or triplet, a unique case. This only raised his dad’s expectations for him, despite having other siblings in the family.

Every summer, Maverick’s father helped run a type of teenage boot camp. Which all Vander children attended with their dad, every year. The summer of his freshman year, Maverick didn’t attend due to a broken finger. He was, instead, sent to spend the summer with his uncle in the city. This uncle was very different from his dad, much more relaxed and free spirited. He was the person who first introduced Maverick to a world outside of routines and rules. He really bonded with his uncle that summer, and started to become his own person.

The following year, Maverick faked being accepted to an elite summer program to deceive his father, and visit his uncle once again. He knew his father wouldn’t be able to resist sending him to something like that. It was something the man could boast about. He had no reason to believe his perfect son would lie. So, every summer after that, he would spend it having fun in the city.

He continued making his father proud by getting his Dominant mark. Though, his father still has no idea about Maverick’s summer adventures, his thoughts on the system, and the way they were brought up. He doesn’t care to tell him, either. All he cares about is that he’s his own person. In some ways, Maverick turned out just like his father, though he’s glad he can say he’s able to think for himself.

BIO QUESTIONS:

What are your feelings about the mark you have received? 

I intend to make the best of it. Just like I would have with any mark. My father was proud, but whatever.

How do your feelings on the system compare to your parents’ feelings on it?

Our feelings on the system are very different. My parents believe in all this in his soul. My father is very patriotic. And you could say I’m… indifferent.

Where do you see yourself after you graduate? 

After graduation, I see myself traveling a lot, starting a career in journalism, working my way to high status Dom.

How do you feel about authority? 

In the right hands, authority can be a beautiful thing, but in the wrong hands, it can turn into something else. Not everyone was meant to have authority. This can be seen with people who currently hold authority.

[sevikasmainwhore]

Heyyyy ummm I love your post and I was wondering if you could do a little post about the characters after they made you cry *cough* ran *cough*

i did not expect that last one to blow up the way it did. and i got a lot a request about it to. you guys are so sweet 💖

They Apologize

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

Type ⇢ Headcanons ❥

characters ⇢ vi, caitlyn, ran, jinx, sevika, vander, grayson.

❤️ You had came out of the bedroom but you didn’t talk to Vi. She didn’t push you into talking to her either. She knew what she did and she knew her raising her voice and cursing at you was wrong. She fucked up. Vi being stubborn she thought she could do with the silent treatment but she missed the sound of your voice, she misses you being overly excited over the smallest things so she apologized. It was around night time when you were getting my ready for bed. As your about to lie down, she stops you. “Y/n…I-I’m sorry..I was completely in the wrong and I never meant to make you feel like that…” She kept going, never breaking eye contact. You hung onto her every word until she started tearing up. “and I promise to never ever put you in that position again..”. You couldn’t help but tear up a bit too. “Vi please, you were just being protective.” You bring her in for a hug. You accepted her apology with a lot of tears and kisses and spent the rest of the night of you babbling about things Vi misses you talking about . Vi really missed that.

💙 After the argument you decided it was best to stay with a friend for a while. What Caitlyn said had really sat with you. It also sat with Caitlyn. She was an absolute mess. She couldn’t eat right, sleep right or get her job done right. She had to take a few days off because of how terrible she looked. She knew she should apologize but she wanted to give you time and it was going good at first until she started missing you in bed with her. That’s when she went to find you. When Caitlyn arrived, your friend had opened the door but immediately closed it when they saw who it was. “Hey..Y/n…Guess who???” It was bound to happen but you didn’t think it would take her this long. “Do you want to talk to her?” They asked. After thinking it over you said yea but only at the door. You opened the door to find a moping Caitlyn, head down like a puppy being scolded. You crossed your arms, waiting for her to start. “um…er…Y/n…I’m sorry…I never meant any of those words and I never should’ve yelled at you like that. I don’t know what it was but I know I was wrong. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I wasn’t able to come back home to you…” By the end of it she looked up at you. “I really miss you Y/n…I’m sorry..” It felt genuine and you sure let missed her too, but you wanted to see something. “Anything else..”. “I miss having you in the bed with me.” “And?” “And I miss doing my routines with you..” “And?” “…and I miss…your amazing cooking..?” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I miss you too Kiramman.” You brought her in for a hug. and she more than happy to accept. “If I ever put you into that position position again you have my full permission to shoot me” “Noted”

🖤 Ran leaving made you feel worse. You didn’t know if they were gonna come back or if they left you for good. Left you alone for someone way better. It scared you. It kept you up almost every night, you’d just wait, and wait. Until one night they came home. You were fast asleep but when Ran came into the room, they came to your side of the bed and sat there, watching you sleep while rubbing at your tear stained face. They woke you up with soft kisses and you just started crying again. “Ran…please don’t do that again…I didn’t know when you were gonna come home..” You cried in their chest and they couldn’t help but hug you, rubbing your back and just whispering how it’s okay. How they were here now and that they never should’ve left. “Hey..hey..it’s okay..you’re okay…I’m sorry baby..” Ran felt guilty. The argument was so stupid. That night Ran promised to never leave like that again. Especially without telling you.

💣 Jinx knew what she did. She couldn’t blame the voices for this one. She knew she had gone to far and she was scared she lost you. She couldn’t help but cry as well. She needed to find you and fast. You on the other hand was at a lost. You probably shouldn’t have left like that knowing Jinx but on the other hand you couldn’t help but feel the need to just give her some time to think or at least find that voice of reasoning. Jinx looked everywhere for you, even asked around where you were but she had no luck. Until she got the bright idea to look in Silcos old office. Luck must’ve been on her side because that’s where you were. “Y/n…?” Jinx voice sounded shakey, like she seconds from crying. “Jinx..?” “Y/N!!” She ran to you and embraced you in the biggest hug she could give you. “Y/n…I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry..please don’t leave again..” Her face was buried deep in your neck and you could feel the tears. “Oh Jinx, I’m sorry…it wasn’t your fault..it’s never your fault” You both were still in that old basement when you forgave each other. For the rest of night you both sat in silence with a few words here and there but just overall missing each other’s presence. You may not have been gone forever but to Jinx it felt as if the whole world dropped.

💜 Sevika felt horrible. You were just looking out for her, just wanted to make sure she was safe but she fucked it up. She tried to maybe look at it differently and say that you were in the wrong. That made her feel worse. Especially when she tried playing cards. It just wasn’t the same without you next to her. She lost at least 5 times. But that wasn’t what pushed her to apologize. It was her missing being close to you, being able to hear your endless ranting about nothing, and just overall you. She needed to find you and fast.You had been wondering around Zaun to find something, anything to distract from what Sevika had said. You didn’t worry too much about being bothered because almost half the Undercity knew you were off limits but it was still a bit scary without Sevika. No, you were upset at her right now. How could she say that?? Why would she say that??? Your thoughts were interrupted as you were lifted of the ground and thrown over a shoulder. “You’re coming with me.” Sevika??? “No, Let me down” You start hitting at her back, kicking trying to get off. “Y/n you’re gonna get killed. You’re coming home.” Her grip tightened, making sure you couldn’t get down. When you made it home, Sevika still wouldn’t let you go. You were glad she didn’t though. While she had you she spewed her whole heart out. She didn’t mean anything she said and she made sure to make no excuses.

🍻 Vander hated that he yelled. He ran you off and it was his fault. He felt horrible for putting into that position. He went out looking for you. First in the Last Drop, then somewhere Topside, then the Lanes. He found you by the docks. He should’ve guessed you were there since the fish brought you a bit of joy. “Y/n..” He started walking towards you, but as he got closer he heard sniffling. “Oh..Y/n…” He tried hugging you but you swatted him away “No, don’t touch me, I don’t wanna see you right now.” That stung him. “Y/n…I’m sorry..I was completely in the wrong..” He continued. “You’re probably the best thing that has ever happened to me and I blew it…” He kept going until he let you talk. After a few minutes you wiped away you’re tears, turning to face him with your head down. “You didn’t really mean calling me lazy like that?” Vander could’ve cried right there. “If you ever hear me say anything like that again, you have my permission to shoot me dead” You couldn’t help but laugh and Vander. missed that. “There’s that smile” He brings you in for a hug and it was probably the best feeling in the world. You may not have been gone for long but he missed you. A lot.

🧡 Grayson almost followed you out the door. She didn’t want you to go but she also knew you needed time but she also knew she needed to apologize. She didn’t mean anything she had said and she didn’t want to blame it on stress. She wasn’t sure what it was but she knew in her heart she could never mean what she had said and she needed you to know that immediately. Finding you was the hard part. Grayson had enforcers on every block in search of you. No where, No one building was left unlooked. You were no where to be found. That is until Grayson realized she hadn’t checked her home. Zaun. Grayson called off the enforcers and made her way across town. You were sitting at the last drop, just thinking. You hadn’t been here long maybe for a few minutes. You had no plans of going home so you just kept the drinks coming. “Here to make an arrest?” The bartender asked to someone beside you. “Not quite” You knew it. “You didn’t have to come get me Sheirff” “But I wanted to” You scoffed “Wouldn’t that be better if I didn’t come home..You could have the whole house to yourself.”. Grayson felt horrible. She should’ve kept her composure. You were just being cautious of her words . “What fun would that be?” She started. “I wouldn’t be able to wake to you, I wouldn’t be able to listening to endless conversations that I love too much. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy just watching you..” You looked up at her. “What else wouldn’t you be able to enjoy?” After that Grayson went on a whole rant about everything she’d miss about you. By the end of the night you both were laughing and just overall falling in love all over again. Grayson apologized and promised to never ever yell like that again.

note: i probably should’ve posted this before my nap sorry 😭

[sevikasupremacy]

I would love to see a sfw ff about when Sevika and the others cry and the reader comforts them! If you want to ofc! :)

I hope it’s okay with you if I do headcanons instead since there are many characters here! ☺️

~ Comforting Them When They Cry ~

Angst

Grayson, Vi, Mel, Caitlyn, Sevika

Grayson

➼ As an enforcer, it was Grayson’s responsibility to protect the city… Which can sometimes be challenging for this woman. The pressure from the councilors weren’t making things any better too. Sometimes they just ask for too much.

➼ Every night when Grayson comes home, she always had the same blank expression on her face. She looked… exhausted. But whenever you asked her what was wrong, she would always give you a gentle smile, reassuring you that everything would be okay.

➼ But one night, while you were peacefully sleeping alone in your shared bed, you heard sniffling coming from the older woman as she walked over to you. You immediately sat up and turned on the lamp, getting a good look at your wife. Her tear-stained face made your heart drop.

➼ The moment Grayson laid eyes on you, she broke down, immediately burrow her face into your chest as she let all her emotions out. Her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, refusing to let you go.

➼ After a few minutes, both of you were laying on the bed together, your head on her chest as you listened to all her rants. As she tries to fall asleep, you would hum a lullaby for her, your hand tenderly caressing her face.

➼ “I really tried my best… I just want to at least have some time for myself… Don’t get me wrong, I want to protect our city… and be a good Sheriff… But sometimes it’s too overbearing…”

Vi

➼ Losing a loved one is the most tragic thing someone could go through. Especially for Vi. Not only did she lose Vander, she lost her friends too. And Powder..? Well we all know what happened to her.

➼ Spending years in prison only made it worse. No one was there to love her, comfort her, or even care for her. It was just her… alone in a concrete cell.

➼ When she was finally free and was able to return home, the uneasy feelings were still there. Even when you showed up. She was terrified that she would lose you too. Which explains why sometimes she could be overprotective with you.

➼ In the middle of the night, you woke up to the sound of sniffles and whimpers. You forced your eyes open, noticing Vi laying on your chest as she cried. Tear stains were visible on your clothes but you weren’t bothered by it.

➼ You caressed the back of her head, telling her to calm down. It didn’t surprised you though since this happened almost occasionally. But you were never annoyed by it. You fully understand your girlfriend’s feeling. After a while she would craned her head up to look at you with those puppy eyes. You smiled, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead as you let her sleep on your chest for the rest of the night.

➼ “I’m sorry it’s just… I really love you Y/N… I don’t want to lose you too… I still get nightmares about them… so please… don’t leave me….”

Mel

➼ As her girlfriend, you always knew about Mel’s relationship with her mother. How she felt like an outcast among her family. Not gonna lie, you never met Mrs. Medarda before but the way Mel speaks about her made you shiver.

➼ But once Elora informed you and Mel about Mrs. Medarda’s visit, you knew it was going to worst day ever.

➼ You followed Mel into her bedroom, telling her that it was okay and everything was going to be fine. She didn’t listen. Instead, she started to rant, letting out all her emotions to you. The moment tears started to roll down her cheeks, you immediately hold her in your arms.

➼ It’s as if the moment she felt your pair of arms, she started calm down, her breathing slowed down. After a while she would nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck, her arms wrapping around your waist.

➼ You would later princess carry her to the bed, setting her down on the soft mattress. As she closed her eyes, trying to drift off to sleep, you’ll pepper her face with soft kisses, whispering praises to her.

➼ “Please Y/N… You know how my mother’s like. I’m not ready… I… don’t want to see her… Stay with me? Please? If you are there with me I will be okay…”

Caitlyn

➼ Being a councilor’s daughter doesn’t mean everything will be perfect. At least Caitlyn was certain of that. Not gonna lie, even her job was difficult sometimes. Some people just believes that she was able to become an enforcer because of her family’s status. But you never had that thought.

➼ Everyone knew you and Caitlyn were lovers. You always got her back, ready to help her cross any obstacles. But handling a job like being an enforcer can be overwhelming for Caitlyn sometimes.

➼ One night, you were walking down the hallway to head to Caitlyn’s bedroom when you heard gasps and sniffles. You immediately barged in, seeing your lover sitting on the floor, hugging her knees. She looked up at you with swollen eyes.

➼ You immediately cupped her face, pulling her in for a kiss as you tried to calm her down. Luckily, it worked. After a minute of silence, she started explaining how some other enforcers would say that she wasn’t capable of handling this type of job and that she should just quit and be a councilor instead. She would complain, saying how hard she tried but no one ever acknowledges it.

➼ You nodded, understanding every word that was coming out of her mouth. You hugged her tightly, reassuring her that you believed in her and that she would become a great enforcer one day. After hours of kissing and comforting the sad woman, the both of you eventually laid on the bed together, staring at the ceiling as you shared late night thoughts together.

➼ “Why am I always treated like this..? They don’t believe in me Y/N… they’ll never will. I should just be a councilor, just like my mother… Why won’t they just leave me alone…”

Sevika

➼ Dating the scary lady of Zaun was like the best thing you could’ve ask for. But seeing her overwork herself with Silco and Jinx by her side, ready to add even more stress? You couldn’t bare to watch her come home exhausted and frustrated all the time.

➼ But whenever you showed any signs of concern to her, she always cut you off, saying that she was fine. No matter how exhausted she was, she would always say that it wasn’t a big deal and that she had been handling this kind of work for a long very time already.

➼ Well not when she came home unusually late one night. Sevika decided to sit alone in the living room, painful cries could be heard from the older woman. After a while, she looked up to see you standing in front of her. She quickly wiped her tears away, clearing her throat as she told you to go back to sleep. But you didn’t listen.

➼ You straddled her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck as you hugged her tightly. This made Sevika froze like a statue before bawling her eyes out again, wrapping her strong arms around your waist. She would bury her face into your shoulder as you rubbed her back soothingly.

➼ After hours of comforting the exhausted woman, the both of you eventually fell asleep on the couch together… with her spooning you.

➼ “Fine I’m not okay. I’m really not okay… I’m so exhausted… Why can’t anyone see that..? But at least you are here… God what would I do without you..?”

[vanderslanes]

Could you do something fluffy like cuddling with Vander I need some Vander fluff in my life <3

[Ask and you shall receive friendo! Artist credits to: @chris_SDD ]

POV: Some well deserved fluff and cuddles with the big wolf of the under city

This man

Lord all mighty this FUCKING SEXY BEAST OF A MAN

Despite all the tales of his cold hearted raw displays of physical strength and fear, he’s the softest man on this planet.

The wolf of the under city is nothing more than a big golden retriever puppy.

Loyal to a fault.

Would never ever look at anyone else when you’re in the same room as him

He literally wouldn’t take his damn eyes off of you.

Even though part of it is his protective nature. Like honestly, God forbid anyone in Zaun raised so much as a voice towards you it’d be hell to pay.

When you two are at the bar together your displays of PDA are limited

Strictly hand holding

Occasionally you’ll have one of his thick strong arms wrapped around your waist.

However the bedroom? Different story ENTIRELY

Forget a different story, your private life with the man is an entirely different saga!

When the two of you are alone, he’ll scoop you up in his arms and carry you to the bed.

He’s so gentle about the way he handles you as if you’re made of glass even though he knows you’ve taken your fair share of bruises bumps and fists to the face.

Kisses galore!!

He’s so playful about them

He’ll pepper your face in kisses until you can’t help but laugh and squirm away from him.

Y/N: “Will you cut that out! Your beard tickles sir!”

Vander: “Mm that depends, you gonna stop laughing if I do stop?”

Y/N: “Maybe!”

Vander: “Well then. I don’t take that’s a risk I’m willin’ to take sweetheart.”

You’d laugh and laugh and honestly it’s music to his ears.

He’d keep going until his lips finally found yours

Kisses with Vander are always so passionate.

His palms embrace you and hold your body flush against his while his lips take control

It feels secure and loving.

An amazing kisser overall truthfully. He never fails to make you weak in the knees.

He’s spend quite a bit of time just making up for missed kisses he couldn’t give you during the day

But once he was done there he’d get himself comfortable and tuck you nicely into his side

Those big ol’ arms would lock around you as he let your body rest against his.

The man is a furnace. His body heat could warm you up even on the coldest day. He’s always so damn warm

He’s a big spoon for sure! 1000%

Though if you gave him the old switch-a-roo he wouldn’t mind being the lil spoon for a night.

When he’s big spoon he loves to play with your hair.

Fingers in it, twirling the ends with his index

He’d be so lazy about it, just twirling as he listened to you talk about your day or frankly whatever’s on your mind at the moment.

Don’t be surprised though if late night cuddles turn into more than just cuddles.

You WILL be getting dicked down seven ways from Sunday. And you WILL NOT be able to walk the next day.

1000/10 would give you the best after care of your life.

No matter what though, at the end of all the cuddles and all the playful bedroom activities….he’s always the first one to fall asleep

He’s a snorer

A crisper actually.

He doesn’t snore and rumble down the house

It’s a small crisp of air that slips through his lips.

It’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

You tell everyone

Before you fall asleep for the night too you always whisper a good night to him.

It’s usually always met with his arms tightening around you, his face burying into the back of your neck or the top of your head.

[fandomsonrequests]

behind closed doors

fandom: arcane

characters: vander

reader: fem!

word count: 500+

warnings: smut, femdom + hand kink, some cussing (first request for vander aye–)

requested by anon

Please, minors do not proceed with reading; contains very adult themes

On the outside, people see Vander as the strong, steadfast man that led them through a revolution. He’s the leader that holds the Lanes together. He’s the Hound of the Underground. This mountain of a man could hurl out people from his bar with no hesitation. He could send a wave of fear with just one stare. To the kids, he’s the man who became their father when their parents have passed away, the one they look up to the most. To you– he’s your lover and your partner in crime of several years.

But he’s also your little puppy behind closed doors.

Despite being married for more than a decade– the romance between you two never died down. Sure the libido and stamina have changed as you two aged on but it did nothing to quell the fire between you two… nor did it change the dynamics.

Ever since you two were hot-blooded young adults, Vander had been completely whipped for you. He submitted to your every whim and loved on you like his life depended on it. Not that he minded of course– he was comfortable in his sexuality and himself to be handled this way. And you? You practically thrived on bringing such a huge man such as him down on his knees for you.

“You’re so good for me, Vander~” You purr from your position over him, thighs pasted on either side of him. The man exhales at the praise, doing his best to not just thrust up into the warmth of your cunt. He could feel the slick trail down his throbbing cock, precum practically dripping from the head.

You take one of his wide hands that rested upon your thighs. The calluses of his fingers slide against your skin. You bring his hand up to your lips, softly kissing his palms. One of your favorite physical features of Vander was his hands– how warm they were when they caressed you or how safe you felt when they encased your own. But you also loved how gentle and tender they can be, like now for instance.

Vander’s breath hitches at your kisses, slowly morphing into what sounded like a cross between a desperate whine and a groan. “Oh fuck, darl,” He groans when your tongue darts out as you swallow around his thick digits, the same ones that fill your cunt up on nights he just wanted to feel you. “Fuck– you’re gonna be the death of me, love.”

You only laugh, the sounds vibrating around his fingers. Your own hands trail up the wiry hairs of his chest up to his neck. Vander, being the obedient man he was, tilted his head backward, allowing you to gently wrap your own hand around his neck. You applied the lightest pressure, grinding down against his weeping cock as you sucked on his fingers. Gods– you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Prepare yourself, honey,” You warn him as you pop his fingers out of your mouth. You see his icy-grey orbs follow the thin trail of saliva that connected your lips to his digits. The sight of his desperation makes you throb. It was clear he was holding himself back. Oh you were going to have fun.

You smirk, hissing in pleasure when you direct his soaked digits to your cunt. “I’ve only just begun.”

[conretewings]

How about something more fluffy? Vander's a furnace, so hot summer nights (not sure if a/c is a thing) means less cuddles for him. And the hound of the underground has some intense puppy dog eyes.

-Oh hun fuck me up with that fluffy longing stuff yessss 😩❤

In the middle of the balmy summer season, the days in the Undercity could sometimes be next to unbearable, with the heat trapped in the canyons and bolstered by the mining and industrial goings-on slithering into every crevice from which there was little escape. People rigged up whatever air conditioning systems they could yet these were rarely very effective, usually best for whomever was lucky enough to be sitting roughly in front of them.

The nights were more tolerable, when the rising heat dissipated upward towards Piltover (one of the few things they were grateful to let them have), however with that came the nearly as oppressive humidity that settled in like an unwelcome blanket.

It was the middle of one of these steamy nights that, in trying to find some relief you stood in front of the small window of your shared room, clad in only a thin tank top and your underwear. The height and angle of the window gave you decent protection from any prying eyes, and in all honesty at this moment you were too hot to care if anyone was watching. You closed your eyes and let a soft night breeze wash over your skin, releasing a tiny sigh.

The next sound came from behind you, as you heard the creaking of the old, worn mattress and a deep, sleepy voice.

"'Ey...come back to bed, love..."

You looked over your shoulder and smiled wearily at the handsome man there, "Vander it's insufferable in here. I just needed some air. I'll be there in a moment."

"A'ight..." he relented, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow to watch you with half-lidded eyes. The breeze played with your hair and shifted the almost-transparent shirt around your form and he found himself hissing in a quiet breath; gods he was a lucky man. You crooked one eyebrow at him and smirked.

"What?"

"C'mere gorgeous." he murmured with a jerk of his head, voice gravelly from sleep and need.

Damn him he was irresistible, laying there with no shirt at all and nearly nothing else, and with another smirk you crossed the small room and crawled in next to him as he immediately threw his thick arms around you, falling back into the bed with you resting on his chest. There's a few moments of peaceful quiet, save for the background ambiance of the city's ever-constant nightlife, before you felt his body heat seep through your skin and raise your temperature all over again. The man was a living furnace, which in the chill of winter was a blessing but at this moment was certainly not.

"Vander..." you groaned, trying to pry yourself off him, "It's too hot for cuddling..."

He lifted his head to meet your gaze, for a moment looking miffed before his expression shifts, eyes opening a little more and brows down turned slightly, "Ya really don't want me to hold you?"

Oh no. He was doing it the bastard; giving you that soft, almost pleading look that he knew very well you couldn't resist. Despite being a generally serious, somewhat gruff man, the feared hound of the underground was at this moment little more than an overgrown puppy, especially with the serious case of 'puppy-dog eyes' he gave you.

"For fucks sake you're so needy sometimes-" you laughed, sitting up to remove your shirt entirely and his eyebrow went up, before you add, "Don't get excited I'm just cooling off as much as possible."

Tossing the garment aside you layed back down on him, his arms swiftly entrapping you and a contented sigh escaped you both.

There's silence again, as your combined heartbeats and breath created a soothing, sleep-inducing song before Vander spoke lowly into your hair with a tone that was at once gravely serious yet gently sincere, "...If I'm needy it's 'cause I need you..."

This time it's you who picked your head up to look at him, feeling your chest tighten with happiness. You reached to run a hand through his hair and down his jaw to settle in his beard, smiling softly before stretching to press your lips tenderly to his.

"....I need you too," you suddenly laugh, "But it's still too goddamn hot!"

He chuckles now too, grabbing you as you both readjust and attempt to get some sleep.

[selineram3421]

Things in my Viktor(Arcane) X Reader:

The College Art Teacher

~

Silco picks up Jinx from college everyday.

Ekko teaches the kids in his neighborhood how to draw.

Also teaches them how to skateboard when he can *he'll get one soon

Heimerdinger is a substitute teacher for the science department. *Jayce took over.

His little puppy Porofessor follows him around everywhere.

Rio has their own spot in the classroom for when she's under Viktor's care.

Her area is off limits. Do not put things on her table, its her table.

Mel is oil painting teacher, as well as color theory? *or board member who donates to the art department

Haven't decided yet

Vi does boxing* Vander is not dead and runs the boxing ring after letting Silco take over the bar.

Caitlyn is Vi's girlfriend and they walk home together. Jinx is slightly jealous but Silco gets her ice cream after classes, so its ok.

Silco and Vander are bro dads 🤝, no conflict

Jayce and Viktor have lunch together to talk about science stuff.

I can already imagine the flock of students coming up to them to ask questions about class. *the two men don't eat lunch anywhere near students now lol

Y/n does not do NSFW drawings, its a very innocent type of love.

Tried to draw him shirtless once and backed out immediately. Too hot.

Jinx caught Y/n drawing their teacher during lunch break and snatched the sketchbook.

"OoOoo! What do we have here!"

"Jinx! Give it back!

Y/n and Ekko have a sibling like relationship

The three friends go to the downtown art galleries together

Caitlyn took them to a fancy gallery once

Uniforms? Maybe. Not sure.

If there is uniforms, they are expensive.

Jayce substitutes for Viktor sometimes when it rains/cold.

when his leg acts up

Heimerdinger is now the history professor.

Y/n and Jinx are best friends

Somewhere it will be said

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Will add more later.

Pick one you would like to happen.