#arcane imagine

[sleepyangelkami]

NS//FW ALPHABET .vi

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VI (ARCANE) X FEM!READER

 ☆ WARNINGS - smut, nsf//w themes, much much more but unfortunately i will not be typing them all out because this entire post is around sexual themes, read at your own risk ! intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

AFTERCARE, what they're like after sex vi likes to be a little rough, this is no secret to you or her. but she makes sure to change that as soon as it's over. she'll take the harness off her hips, discarding it before crawling back up to you, placing kisses on your cheek and shoulder. "you okay?" always wanting to know what's going on inside you're head. "was it okay? too rough? no?" of course she likes it rough, so do you, neither of you would have it any other way but she also wants to make sure that you can communicate your limits, even through your fucked out glossy lips. "good girl, that feel better?" she'll already be rubbing cream on the little bruises, whether it was on your hips or across your ass. she doesn't care where it hurts, all she cares is to make it better. "my pretty girl, did so well." she'll make sure to murmur as she cleans your bottom half with a cloth, trying to ignore your broken whimpers as she coos, attempting to shush you. you'll both sleep naked, skin to skin with your arms woven around her neck, hers around your waist and holding you close. 

BODY PART, her favourite body part of hers and also yours it's no secret that you're obsessed with her arms, it made her a little obsessed with them too. she loves her biseps, the way they flex and most importantly, the way you stare at them, all wet-mouthed when they do. she also loves the strength in her arm to keep you pinned against the bed, stopping you from writhing under her or the way they sit at either side of your head, watching you get wide eyed at feeling a little trapped yet awfully flustered. she loves how much you love them. she adores all of you, truly every inch of your body but she'd be lying if she said she didn't love those thighs impossibly more. she loves grabbing at them, pushing your little skirts and dresses up to reveal the skin that she can push and pinch at. she adores nothing more than being inside you, head thrown back yet still, her hands are on those precious thighs, kneading and playing with the plush skin. they're like two stressballs in her hands and you can't help but writhe against her as she does so.

CUM, anything to do with cum really vi can squirt pretty easily, it just comes naturally to her. but what she loves even more than squirting is making you squirt. when you'd looked away, all shy and embarrassed after telling her you'd never been able to squirt before, she just had to take it on as a challenge. and when she was fingering you, pumping her fingers in and out as her mouth sucked on your clit, she couldn't help but grin at the spurts coming from your cunt. "atta girl." she'd coo, pulling her mouth away and pressing a slap to your pussy. "that's it, good girl." all proud of herself for being able to achieve the said impossible.

DIRTY SECRET, a dirty secret of hers vi wouldn't call herself a criminal. sure, she spent her fair share inside stillwater though she thought those circumstances were sort of unnecessary. she thought once she got out, she'd left her thief days behind her. not that she'd call it stealing, she always said she was just doing what she needed to survive. but if that were true, your white cotton panties wouldn't be hidden in her drawer or your lacy pink ones wouldn't be sitting in her back pocket. she was so discrete about it, waiting until you'd turned away or even walked away for a second before slipping them between her fingers and into the back of her pants, right in the pocket. she was good at being sly about it, after all, she'd had practice. you'd come back, looking through your laundry basket or the folded clothes on your bed, brows knit together all confused. "something wrong, cupcake?" she'd question, pretending not to be interested as her eyes studied the comic book that had been sitting on your bed or something or other. "jus' looking for something." you'd mumble distractedly, fishing through your clothes once more, you'd think you'd gone insane. but vi then turned her attention on you, feigning confusion. "what're you looking for?" she'd smirk at the way you'd flush then, turning away. "n-nothing."

EXPERIENCE, how experienced is she? does she know what she's doing? you know, most people think vi doesn't have much experience seeing as she was in prison for a couple years but i BEG TO DIFFER. you cannot tell me this girl wasn't getting around behind those bars. every lunch, every dinner, every time she got out, she was eyeing up someone knew. she didn't care whether they were desperate or played hard to get, she had no preferences when it came to that prison, not that she had a lot to work with anyway. but aside from that, she was pretty much open to just about anything. she didn't care who it was, if they were willing to give, she was willing to take. though, it was often in the most uncomfortable places in the world. in the janitors closet or some other remote area where she wouldn't get caught. times could get tough inside prison and sometimes all you needed was to blow off some steam and get that anger out which is exactly what she did. i think vi would be very experienced in that department which is why it was so different when it came to you. both in a soft bed, no pressure, no need for stress relief. it came calm to her, like she didn't have to rush unlike the people in the prison where if the quickie didn't hurry up, they'd be getting caught by enforcers. which is probably not what one would want to see as they... you know, finish?

FAVOURITE POSITION, self explanatory I think vi likes having you in missionary. there's something about her holding you close, one hand coming beneath your chin to force your head up. "look at me when you take it, 'kay baby?" her voice filled with little whimpers here and there because as much as she tried to stay strong, she couldn't help the way you made her feel. she wants you to keep eye contact all the time, forcing you to look at her whenever your eyes drift away or shut closed. when you're mumbling about being close and she can feel your cunt tightening around the strap, she can't help but grab your face roughly again. "look at me when you cum." it's not a suggestion nor question, it's an order.

GOOFY, is she humorous in the moment? does she make jokes? during sex, vi is usually serious. she's not serious in a scary way that would make you rigid but she doesn't often bring in goofiness to the situation either, unless, of course, you'd asked her to. she wouldn't mind if you'd asked her for something more lighthearted but when vi has sex, her usual instincts take over. she becomes a much more serious person, her entire mind switching to one thing, pleasuring you. the whole point was to make sure you felt good and the last thing she wanted to do was make you insecure in any way. with that being said, she might murmur a couple things with a humorous chuckle. "yeah? you like that cupcake?" when she does something slightly out of your guys' normality. but of course, she knows you like it by the way your back is arching and moans fall freely. but she can't help it but tease.

HAIR, how is she groomed? does the carpet match the drapes? i'd imagine that vi shaves pretty regularly. something about being in prison for so long and not exactly having the option to. now, she has a sense of freedom about it and seeing as she can have longer showers and such i can imagine that she'd be in there for over an hour, shaving too. it also probably makes her feel a little cleaner after being in the prison (not that it's dirty not to shave some people just find it makes them feel cleaner afterwards) but when it comes to you, she really doesn't care. she'd probably prefer you to be a little shaved but i don't think she'd care to the extreme that you'd have to be bald or anything like that. she'd just prefer you to trim, at least, otherwise, you're good! as long as it's not too much.

INTIMACY, how is she in the moment through romantic aspect? vi prefers it intimate. even if she's degrading you, perhaps she's praising you, either way, she's worshipping your body completely. being in the prison, she's had so much meaningless sex that this is so important for her, you're important to her. and having sex is one of the most vulnerable things you can do. she wants not only you to be comfortable but herself to be too. she's not big on 'fucking around and getting it over with' not anymore, at least. with you, she likes to take things slow, even if it's teasing. but don't get me wrong, you can still take things slow to a intimate level and still make sure you're covered in bruises and looking up at her with big watery eyes. she supposes it's just the aspect of caring. there's a difference between degrading some random girl in the janitors closet than degrading you, her beautiful cupcake, even if she's calling you a pathetic slut. even her praises are laced with love, strangely enough.

JACK OFF, anything to do with masturbation vi doesn't masturbate a whole bunch. she's done it many times before, of course, as everyone has but she's not the biggest fan of it. she prefers to feel someone else. before, when she was in the prison, she could have any girl she wanted at her fingertips so she didn't need to. but now that it's just you and her, she has you in her clutch almost always. but of course, as every relationship, there are times when you guys can't be together. and if she's horny then, she has no problem trailing her hand down her own pants, rubbing one out to the thought of you. even if you're not there, you're still the only thing plaguing her mind. she'll think of your whimpers and moans while trying to keep her own at bay. her head stuck in your pillow.

KINK, a kink of hers don't get me wrong, you're one hundred and ten percent vi's pillow princess, she just loves having her fingers burried inside you and her mouth on your weeping cunt. she's just not always sweet about it. vi will edge you until you can't take it anymore. she loves the way she feels you clamping around her fingers, mumbling all needily about how you're close, so so close and it's as if one more pump of her fingers could do it for you. but before you finish, her hand is leaving your body, slapping down on your pussy gently before kissing your shoulders. she loves the way you cry out for her, tears filling your eyes and she has no problem mocking you afterwards. "awh, baby, were you close?" and you'll nod, all sniffly. all you needed was the sweet relief she'd promised you beforehand and yet it was the only thing she wasn't sticking to. it felt good, definitely, amazing even but you just needed to reach the edge and she was denying you of that. "poor thing." she'll push her hand down again, pleasuring and pleasing you until you're seeing stars. and just as you're ready to cum once more, that familiar knot inside your stomach, her hands leave you again. "stop whining." she'll murmur, slapping your cunt again. "or else you won't cum at all."

LOCATION, where is her favourite place to do it vi prefers your bedroom. you have a big upcity house in piltover so the girl could live in your bed if she wanted. it was surely big enough. and with your massive house, walls so thick, she didn't have to worry about anyone hearing you both. there's a difference between you and the other girls she was with, she wanted to take her time with you, make sure you were as comfortable as she would so she could touch you in all the places that she wanted to. vi thought that being comfortable was important and for her, she didn't think she'd be so comfortable doing the things she wanted to you in a public bathroom or a friends house. she loves having you in your bed, the scent of you filling the room, everything was so unique and fit to your personality. she loves being surrounded by your sheets when you finish or having your music player in the corner of the room, one of your favourite songs a low murmur as you whimper and whine into her shoulder, trying to keep your noises down but as always, she didn't like that. "don't do that, wanna hear you." because you had the power to be as loud as you pleased seeing as you were home and comfortable.

MOTIVATION, what turns her on and gets her going vi isn't someone that would get mega turned on easily although it's seemingly always in the back of her head to try and turn you on. she's done it so much that she now does it subconsciously. she doesn't mean to talk to you in that tone at the worst possible moments but when she does, she can see it on your face what she's done. that is what gets her going. she loves when you suddenly get all flustered, a little bashful, especially in front of people. perhaps you're trying to talk to cait when she puts a hand around your waist, touching you a little too much for it to mean nothing. she loves seeing the way your cheeks heat up and you suddenly stumble on your words. she just loves putting you into your place, watching you get all subby and dumb for her so quickly. the way you'll look at her to finish your words for you, or stand a little closer, almost behind her. she loves the way you lean on her mentally, making it seem as though you were incapable of doing anything without the help of your vi. then, at least, everyone would be able to grasp the fact that you were off limits.

NO, something she wouldn't do, turn offs pick this as you please, there's no kink shaming on this blog ! 🩷

ORAL, preference in giving or receiving, skill, ect vi's a giver. and she's good at what she does. she knows this, you know this, it appears as though everyone does. and this makes her awfully confident. she loves having her strong bisep holding down your hips as she licks you out, lapping you up like a dog without any shame. she loves the sound of squelching that you both unintentionally make and she relishes in it. she watches your back arch off the bed and smirks against you, her tongue embedding itself in your hole. however, if you did want to give, she wouldn't exactly have a problem with it. she'd have you lying on your back, looking up at her through your lashes as she sits herself on your face. "look so pretty under me." she'll murmur as she gets herself off on your face, her hips rolling as you did everything in your power to make her feel good, licking and lapping at her with your little kitten licks. she was so good to you, it was only fair that you gave her the same feeling back in return.

PACE, is she fast, slow, stamina, ect vi has stamina like you've never seen before. when she has her strap embedded deep inside you, it's like she can't stop. she's rough with her hands grasping your hips and thighs, squeezing the plush as she fucks herself into you over and over. vi loves edging as we know, but the night usually ends with overstimulation. and between both that and the roughness or her hands on your body, you're so fucked out and subby by the end of it that you're practically putty in her hands. vi can go many rounds all while holding her fast pace without so much of a stutter of her hips, she can withstand much more than you can with her high stamina so if you're willing to let her, she'll use you like her little toy for as long as she pleases once you're fucked out and crying into the mattress. 

QUICKIES, her opinion on them? how often? ect not the biggest fan. don't get me wrong, of course you turn vi on. sometimes, she's sitting in a restaurant with her legs folded over themselves, squeezing them together as she tries to stop thinking about it. she fails, of course. every little thing that you do, looking at her with your doe eyes, your bottom lip between your teeth, even your grabby hands at her biceps, you make her go crazy sometimes. but as badly as she wants to bend you over the bathroom counter and take you then and there, she won't. this way, she won't get to spend all her time using you, won't get to take her time when dragging your panties down your legs or edging then overstimulating you until you can't walk. but that doesn't mean she won't tease. and boy, does this girl love to tease. she'll put her hands all over your body, squeezing at your thigh or pushing them around your waist. she speaks to you in the very tone that has your face hot as rocks and whispers things in your ear. but she won't take you then and there. she'll wait, until she thinks the time is right. then, she'll make a steady exit with you in her arms, bringing you right on home. as soon as you reach home, she's making her move. and as you moan with your eyes rolled back as her hand reaches your puffy clit, she can't help but grin. "this what you wanted, hm? got you all pent up, huh? so mean." she'll mutter, ready to finally put you where she wants you.

RISK, is she game to experiment? does she take risks? usually, vi isn't one to take risks, she likes having you inside your big bedroom, everything so you as she fucks the stars out of your head. with that being said, you did still live with your parents. and sure, your walls were thick enough but sometimes, just sometimes, there may be a couple... complications. if vi is fucking you, she's not stopping. it's her rule. so, if your mother is at the door, twisting the knob and asking why your door is locked, you're trying to respond in the steadiest voice you can. "'m j-jus'- nngh- exercising, mom!" worst excuse ever but it's all you could come up with as her fingers are stuffed in your hole. "are you alright?" she'll ask hearing the noise you'd tried to keep at bay. you mentally cursed yourself. "think i-i hurt my leg, 'm fine!" she'd ask if you needed help to which you'd instant tell her no. with a strange expression, she'd walk away from your door. "such a peculiar child." or, if someone was calling you, you'd ignore it. vi though, she'd always answer her phone, no matter the situation. "yes?" her voice wil ring through the phone, despite the fact that her fingers are still pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. when the person at the other side of the phone would ask what the sound was at one of your particular whimpers, vi would smirk. "i got a dog." she'd almost laugh. "a dog?" they'd question, in confusion. "yeah, a cute little bitch." you though, were too fucked out to care.

STAMINA, how many rounds can she go for? how long does she last? like i said before, you'd never met someone with the stamina that vi had. it was truly unearthly, you thought it was slightly concerning, actually. vi threw you around like a rag dog, her big arms allowing her to do so as she fucked her strap into you, strings of curses and moans falling from her lips. it would get to the part of the night where you're just too fucked out to even say anything, babbling though you were sure they weren't even real words, the only thing you could say was one particularly short word, vi's name. it was exactly how vi wanted it, she wished for the only thing to be running through your head to be her and that pretty pink strap in your hole. vi can last long too, it's almost incredible how she can fuck at least two orgasms out of you before cumming herself. however, when she does eventually finish, she likes to make sure that you're right on the edge too so you can do it together, there's something so intimate about having her hands enveloping yours, both of you seeing nothing but white at the exact same time, your climax enveloping you.

TOYS, does she own toys? does she use them? nothing is better than coming home and having you either bouncing on her cock or laying down as she pumped it into you, getting rid of every nerve in her body. though, as much as vi adored her strap, she'd be lying if she said it were her favourite thing to use on you. vi own's a vibrator and boy does she put it to good use. she doesn't care how you take it but if that vibrator is on your clit, she's going insane. it's one of the ones with the big wand so she'll force your legs up, holding it down to your clit and cooing as your back arches. "awh, feels good, sweets?" and you'll barely be able to respond, so wrapped up in your own thoughts and pleasure as the wand vibrates against you, sending shocks through your entire body. or perhaps she's using it on you both. she's done it before where she's hovered over you, rubbing her clit against yours and just before she gets close, she decides to add a little more fun to the mix. she'll place the vibrator between you two, watching as your clit is vibrated against it, her own doing the same as she holds back her noises, her juices mixing with your own. her favourite thing about scissoring is how messy it gets so when she's given the option to put a vibrator between you two, knowing it'll only get impossibly messier, she can't not take the opportunity.

UNFAIR, how much does she like to tease? sometimes it seems as though vi knows you better than anyone else in the world, she likes to throw this around every now and then. like when your eyes flutter closed and your hole tightens against her fingers. she knows you so well, she knows that face and those strings of moans. "you close, baby?" she'll murmur against you and when you nod with a whimper, she'll take her fingers straight out of you, tongue coming down to lick the juices from it. you'll whine at the sudden loss of contact, feeling cold and empty without her long fingers to fill you up. but when she asks what's wrong, you simply can't speak, all nervous and hot. she loves this side of you and uses it to her advantage multiple times. she likes when you're shy, but she makes sure you know it won't slide with her. "what is it you want, sweetheart? gotta say it or else you won't get it." but when you're merely whining, her hand will come down to press a slap on the outer fat of your thigh. "you have words." she'll remind you while grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her even through your glossy eyes. "use them." and when you do, you get your way as promised. as soon as you're babbling out the words about needing her fingers, her mouth, her strap, whatever it is you desire in that moment, she's pressing little kisses onto your skin. "see? wasn't so hard was it, pretty girl?"

VOLUME, how loud is she? what sounds does she make? whimpers. what? she can't help it. poor girl just wants to please you by slamming her 'cock' into your cunt over and over, repeatedly hitting exactly where you need it. but the way the base of the strap hits against her so good, she can't help the whimpers that fall from her mouth. "hmmph, cupcake, y'feel so good." she'll mumble, too fucked out to degrade you. that's when you know it's gotten her, when you know she's close. when she's too wrapped up in her own mind, dizzy and seeing stars. she's not able to get the words out to call you her filthy slut so instead, the words tumbling out of her mouth are like praises, sweet nothings even. and when she knows you're getting close too, her mouth is like a waterfall that simply refuses to stop. she'll utter and mumble things to keep herself grounded, trying to focus the attention on you and not her flaming cheeks. "so g-good f'me, angel, always so good- huuh~" trying to utter the words before being stopped with a gasp, one that shows she's just as close as you are. the spurting feeling follows soon after.

WILD CARD, random head cannon talking about herself in third person is something vi often does. whether she's alone, telling herself that everything will be fine she just has to fix it or she has you wrapped around her little finger, loving the sounds you make. your head will be looking down to her own face, sitting between your thighs, eyes trailing over the tattoo on her cheek. you'll be a whining mess, just wanting her to touch you so you can get your sweet release. her biceps will pin you down, holding you against the bed. "shh, baby, vi will make you feel good." talking about herself as if she isn't in her own body. though you have to be honest, she did hold that promise up as her head dipped further between your thighs, tongue flat against your clit and tasting you. or perhaps she has your face in the mattress, your ass up in the air as her strap fucks into you. you're whining as you squirt again and she just cant get enough of the juices flowing out of you. but you? you're mumbling and babbling incoherently about how you're making a mess. you'll be so worried about the juices falling all over your sheets and now it's getting so messy that you can't think of anything else. vi, though, to soothe your worries, merely fucks the strap so deep inside you that you can't think of anything other than her, soothing down the skin of your hips. "shh, sweetheart, vi'll clean up the mess either." reassuring you like the sweet girl she is.

X-RAY, what's going on underneath them clothes? a bright pink strap. she loves the strap as it goes with her outfits, and her hair and everything else belonging to you. she loves having you bounce on it, whining about how you can't take it anymore but vi won't let you get out that easily. she's telling you to keep going or if she can truly see the exhaustion in your eyes, her hands are finding way to your hips, bouncing you up and down so you don't have to do any of the work. the last thing she needs is her princess getting too tired before she can finish with her. you also go slightly feral over her boobs. perhaps she's laying on her side, your legs propped up with rope she's bound against your body and you're just writhing. she has the vibrator sat pretty against your puffy clit. you're whining and whimpering, not able to keep still and before you know it, your lips are on her boobs. she's trying to contain her sounds, trying to hold the vibrator upright while your tongue swirls around her nipples. you can't get enough, just needing your mouth on something and the way her boobs feel snug between your lips, your warm drool falling all over the milky skin. you just can't contain yourself as you feel yourself approaching yet another orgasm. but this time, vi's too focused on the way your lips feel against her boobs to have any power left in her to tell you not to come.

YEARNING, how high is her sex drive? sometimes, vi can't take the way you are around her. especially in public. the way you're grabbing at her or standing close yet a little behind her when interacting with other people. she just loves it so much that she's sure she could dick you down then and there. but, as said before, she lets the tension build up until you both break. but that doesn't mean she doesn't get horny quickly. my god, this girl cannot for the life of herself go through one day without feeling a wet splotch form in her boxers. then, she blames you. perhaps it was because you'd bent over once to pick something up or you had your hands behind your back and she'd imagined tying them that way. you'd always just stare up at her and ask her when she'd take accountability for merely being horny. she'd shrug her shoulders, telling you never. and you'd believe it.

ZZZ, how quickly does she fall asleep afterwards? vi just has unlimited energy, it seems. when you guys are finished, she wants to make sure that you know you're safe, at home, with her. the sheets will be slightly messy but oh well, that's a tomorrow problem. Her main goal is to make sure you're okay. she'll place the wet rag where you need it, washing you off with the energy that she still has. then, you finally find yourself in her arms, her skin hot against your skin but thankfully the cold sheets offer a little relief. vi will talk to you while she's still awake, about anything and everything. just because she knows you like falling asleep to the sound of her voice and god knows she has enough energy to keep talking. "really?" you'll babble, all tired as your eyes are screwed shut. she's telling you random facts and stories that you've probably already heard before. yet every time, you seemed more impressed. "really, baby." and she'll only stop talking when she asks if you're still listening and receives no response. she knows you're sleeping so she tries to stay as still as she can while playing with your hair strands between her fingers, smiling softly at how good you were for her. she still has energy so she'll lay awake for a while but she won't leave, fearing you'll wake up and she wont be there. she wants you to know that she will be there, always. 

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[angelltheninth]

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Professor!Viktor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, classroom sex, orgasm control, desk sex, almost getting caught, dirty talk, secret relationship, co-workers, teasing, fingering, sexy lingerie

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Part of my 15k follower event! The prompt for this one was 'Viktor + Professor AU', which had my brain going ever since I saw it. It makes sense in canon too, I think he would have made a great professor. I don't know how this got lost in my drafts for so long cause it's been done for a loooong time lmao, my bad everyone!

Many people argued that Viktor worked too much, he would argue that he didn't work hard enough. He's seen many brilliant minds get let down by the Academy, his friend Jayce once among them. Which is why he decided to become a professor, to nurture and encourage new people of any background not to give up. He very well loved amongst his students because of this.

"You're certainly popular." You looked over all the letters and flowers on his desk. "I think you got more of this than any professor today."

"Sounds like someone's jealous of me." Viktor moved the papers off his desk after looking over dozens maybe over a hundred letters today. "Is it me or the students you're jealous of?" He smirked when he saw how you were looking at the flowers.

You plucked one from the bouquet and threw it in his general direction. He heaved forward and caught it just before it hit the ground. You thought he was gonna put it back but instead he offered it forward.

"For you." You rolled your eyes at his gesture but you did accept it. He was sweet even when he was tired. "Am I the last one here?"

"No there's a few more professors tonight. Since it's exam season everyone's been working double time. Or I guess normal time for you." It was written all over his face, the tired smiles, the way too many cups of coffee he drank, the half-eaten lunches that he would only finish when the work day was over. "Do you still have papers to grade? I'll help you out."

"There's only a few more. Shouldn't take more than an hour so I can finish that tomorrow." Viktor walked over to the classroom door and shut the blinds before turning the lock. The clock sent a shiver down your spine and a pleasant throbbing in your lower belly. "I've been meaning to ask you, what's the real reason you came here tonight?"

"What do you mean? To see you." Viktor didn't buy that excuse. He walked behind you, his cane thumping a little harder on the floor then moments before.

He placed the flowers and his suitcase with the letters and the exams beside the desk and patted his hand on the now empty surface. You started to turn around so you could take a seat but he tapped the desk with his cane in warning, a series of quick taps that made your body respond and your cheeks flush. "How?" You asked with a shaky breath.

"Bend over first. I want to see what you have on for me." Oh. Well then he's not gonna be disappointed at all. You felt his slim fingers rubbing your thigh up and down, pulling your dress up over your hips and then tracing the dark red edge of your panties. "This all for stress release? You really do go above and beyond for me. And you had this on all day?"

"Not all day. I changed when my classes ended." You're bold but not bold enough to wear crochless underwear all day.

"You wanted me to have ease of access, how nice of you." His fingers plunged into your pussy, "No resistance? Darling, you were horny long before you stepped foot in here weren't you?"

You clenched your cunt around his fingers when you felt them all the way inside you. Viktor moved them quickly, way quicker then he could move his hips, way harder too, giving you the hard fucking he knew you craved with your whole being. Otherwise you wouldn't have worn this sexy little thing. "I was just thinking about you. This is how wet you make me. It's a real problem don't you think?" Viktor hummed in agreement and curled his fingers upwards, "And when you have a problem you talk to one of the best professors in the Academy. Simple as that. I'm surprised you couldn't figure that out."

Viktor stepped forward, pressing his bulge against your wetness, his hands on desk as he let his cane lean against the corner of the said desk. "It is a real problem. One can't have his girlfriend walking around, dripping wet like payed for whore. Just because no one knows that we're fucking doesn't mean you can get away with behaving like this." Moments after he stepped away from you there was a very familiar sign of a zipper followed by the even more familiar push of his cockhead against your throbbing pussy.

He kept you tightly pressed against the desk and himself, teasing you without entering. This stillness seemed to go on for a while. When you tried to push further against him to take more of his cock he pushed you harder against the desk.

"Come like this. With just my tip inside." You knew he could feel your walls flutter against him, could feel you drip down his cock and onto the floor. "What's the matter? I thought you wanted me to fix your problem."

"If this is how you fix problems I'm questioning your credentials." One of his hands pushed against your shoulder, all the way down onto the desk so when you turned your head you looked at his name tag on the desk, reminding you that you were in his classroom, you had to follow his rules. When he was in your classroom did the same, moaning and holding off on finishing through all your teasing and pussyjobs.

The hand that pushed you down was now back on your hip, making sure you don't go anywhere. He still didn't move or show any intent of sinking in deeper, no matter how tempting your warm, wet cunt was. You wanted all of him not just the tip, his whole cock, fucking you like you wanted, how you craved it. But for that to happen you knew what your task was, you knew you had to come.

So you let your imagination run wild, think back to another time when you were in here, but then he was back down on the floor and you on top of him, he had his hands on your tits, pinching your nipples as he held your legs open with his and wildly thrust his cock in and out of your pussy. He got in so deep then, very different from now, he had no self control over his pace despite how his leg protested, all he cared about was your moans above him and the sloshing wet sounds your sloppy cunt made for him.

"Must be good. Whatever you're thinking of. Your cunt is getting so tight." He finally pushed back a little more but just as fast as he did he pulled back to just the tip.

"The last time we were in here." You felt his cock twitch. Almost there, you were so close to getting what you wanted.

"An interesting choice. Did you like me underneath you then? Did you like me being that deep inside you? I believe your exact words were 'balls deep' weren't they?" They were and you wanted it again. You wanted it so bad, you could almost feel it, you could come just from that memory.

As your pussy started to clench around you and your orgasm flow through your body Viktor pushed in the whole way, catching the very start of your orgasm, filling your begging cunt with his cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you as you came, encouraging Viktor to finally start thrusting back and forth fucking your orgasm out of you.

It wasn't as fast as with his fingers earlier but it didn't have to be. "Shut up." You whimpered, unable to fulfil his command this time, "No seriously darling, shut up."

Your eyes finally focused enough to see a shadow approaching the door. Since you couldn't stop making sounds you placed both hands over your mouth and Viktor leaned forward over your body, his hands digging into the desk.

"Professor Viktor? Are you still working sir?" Asked the person behind the door.

"Yes, very late night, lots to do. But don't worry, something tells me I'm about to finish fast." You heard him laugh behind you then hum when he sunk in all the way, "Really soon."

"Well... alright then, just remember to lock up when you're done. See you tomorrow Professor." With every further step Viktor got rougher, his breath coming out short against your moans. You're not sure your orgasm ever stopped through all of this.

"So naughty. Coming around my cock while I'm talking to a colleague of ours. At least I had the decency to wait until they left." The heavy Academy door shut close in the distance and your moan finally echoed around the classroom again, mixing with Viktor's, jets of his sticky cum painting the inside of your pussy. It was a good thing he wasn't too heavy, you didn't mind him laying over you to catch his breath, you needed it too. "Did that solve your problem, Professor?"

You nodded. "For now. But I might need it again when we get back home. And speaking of problems I think you may have made another one for me." You could almost hear the gears in his head turning, trying to figure it out, "I need you to go get my underwear. I can't walk home... dripping everywhere."

"Oh! Of course I will. Right away." He debated on that statement when he heard the way you moaned as he pulled out. Viktor stumbled a little as he put his pants back on and picked his cane back up and kissed your cheek before starting to walk out the door.

As you stretched your body you caught glimpse of the flower he gave you earlier. "Okay, maybe I was a little jealous."

#arcane #arcane x reader #viktor #viktor x reader #viktor x you #arcane viktor x reader #arcane imagine #arcane fanfic #arcane smut #viktor arcane x reader #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends smut #league of legends imagine #league of legends fanfiction #15k event

[grugruel]

The Game

Pairing: Silco x f!reader

Masterlist

Summary: You and Silco like to keep things interesting by playing a game. Its your turn now, heat flares and tempers rise.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Established relationship, hints of smut, brief choking, mentioned degrading, tension? Elutions to sub!dom!silco towards the end.

I throw the doors to The Last Drop open, making my grand entrance.

Smoke billows out through the opening, it curls around my vision as it mixes with the impure air of Zaun and all heads in the club turn toward me.

An uscher of whispers rumble through the crowd and the music suddenly halts. A mans low whistle can be heard ringing out through the crowd, aswell as the consequent "ow" and "hush" as the man next to him elbows him in the side, giving him a stern look in warning.

I was off limits to everyone but one man, and that was considered common knowledge in Zaun.

I take a step inside, smiling devilishly, approving of the general public reaction.

I let the doors slam shut behind me, welcoming the familiar embrace of the murky, green tinted darkness of the club as it envelopes me. I gaze around the room, searching for him.

I am counting on him to be in his office already, as It was a crucial part of my plan for dramatic effect. And when married to a man like him, one couldnt help but look for him in every room you enter.

All that im met with though, is an array of mixed emotions, smiles, glances and a bunch of wide eyed men and women. The crowd was divided between those who, had they not know was good for them, would hollar and applaud my confidence or those who would be scared half to death and couldnt even dare throw a glance my way.

Most bastards, however. Had already let their slack-jawed chins hit the floor at the first sight of me, and oh . . . was I a vision to behold.

Everyone already knew who I was of course, my antics were not news to them, neither were the fact that I am wife to the infamouse Eye of Zaun.

So to explain the situation, Silco and I ha'd been playing a fun little game for some time, just to spice things up. We set two rules of outmost importance, no matter what, we had to follow them.

1. Prizes asked for must be given.

2. Revenge is always permitted.

Meaning whoever manages to outdo the others previous actions in boldness, audacity, mischief etc, wins whatever prize they desire from the other and whatever we did to challenge the other, we could always retaliate however we wanted and those asks had to be met

Usually when it was Silcos turn, he'd experiment, try something new, take me in the hall, in an alley, where anyone could see. Just for the thrill if it, because we can, because who would question him?

But as of late, work has been stressing him and hes been using me. He makes a public display out of me, showing everyone just who I belong to. A power play, of course, reinforcing his claim on me and putting on a show of his brazen nature as for Zaun not to forget who he is.

And he'd do it all with a ravenous gleam in his eye, enjoying every second of my embaressment. But god help any man who makes a remark or even looks at you the wrong way.

And since he has a reputation to uphold, an image to keep clean, being the crimeboss that he is, I had never been allowed to play our game in any type of crowded setting. He needed to be respected and more imporantly, feared. Meaning he could not be put into conpromising positions publicly. Privately was a whole nother situation.

But today, that would be coming to an end. I'd been forced to accept the situation since this whole thing came about, but he needed a reminder of who he married. Although I do not have as important of a position as him, my life did not begin when we married. I was someone before him and I am my own person still.

Blinded by love, and lust. I've let him do whatever he wants to me and although that can be a welcome notion betwix the sheets, it is not when he needs to make an example of someone, not anymore.

Sevika stood leaned against the stairrailings, watching my plan unfold, eyes wide. She sprung into action, ripping the jacket off the shoulders from the unsuspecting man next to her and rushes to cover me up.

She knows you're not the kind of woman who listens to anyone who tells you what to do, with the exception being Silco. And knowing she'd get hell from the man himself if she did anything else than try, she tries.

I reject the jacket of course, gently pushing her away from me. I clasp my hands behind me back and walk slowly towards the bar with her shadowing closely behind me in hope of hiding something from the crowd.

She lowers her head to my height, leaning closer to my ear, a shudder runs through me "He wont be happy" she snarles.

"I know" I answer nonchalantly. And a ghost of a smile flashes over her lips as she shakes her head and turns around, sighing.

I sit down on one of the stools by the bar, watching her as she makes her way upstairs. I order a whiskey and take a look around the room once again, noting all the stares.

"Cmon folks, he'll be down in a minute and you know better than to stare. Get back to it." I say in a low chuckle and they do just that, knowing the truth of my words.

Minutes later Sevika comes back down, she throws me a warning glance that tells me "not in the mood" and a new feeling begins to fester within me, uncertainty. I already knew he'd be cross when I schemed my little plan up, that was foreseen. But now?

I had no time to think of the consequences, because another set of footsteps could be heard a few paces behind her, slow and deliberate. He was already punishing me and I've yet to lay my eyes on him. My stumache flitters despite myself, longing to see how this plays out. Turbulence was to be excpected, but the rewards would be gratifying.

The crowd seems to have heard the destinctive sounds of Silcos footsteps aswell, as their attention turn toward the stairs.

Through the gloom of the lowly lit, smoke filled room, the glowing red of his cigar lights up his features, giving an earie glow to his eye. He looks mightly unimpressed, inhaling a puff of smoke his eyes scan the crowd, eventually settling on my form. Clad in nothing more than the crimson red lingerie that he bought me. He was already incredibly annoyed that you would compromise him like this, but seeing you in the set that he stressed were for his eyes only truly set him ablaze on the inside.

I swiwel the barstool so that I face him completley, the bartender slides my drink toward me and I grab it as I lean back against the bar, forearms supporting me. A pleased expressions washes over my face, this was a serious matter. But I should gloat whilst I still can.

He glares at me for a minute, the club is so silent you could hear peoples breathing, very shallow, careful breaths as they try to avoid catching his attention and possibly turning his displeasure onto themselves.

He takes in my appearance, looking me up and down. Sevika had not known the ordeal of this specific set of lingerie, so she had not conveyed its importance to him.

His patience usually wears thin, but seeing me in the lingerie he clearly told me were for him makes his blood boil.

Turbulence stirs within him, feeling incredible annoyance at your clear disobediance, but also a tinge of impatience to punish you especially since you did look brutally ravishing.

And as if his hair sences his stress, a greying strand of his magnificent hair falls over his eye. He sighs deeply, gathering himself before taking action, he catches the runaway strand by combing his free hand through his hair, placing it perfectly back with the rest.

He moves the hand holding his cigar, wafting it back and forth dismissively as he turns toward the people, adressing them "Avert you eyes ladies and gentlemen, that is my wife." he orders.

"Go ahead, leave, scram, flee." He makes a dramatic shooing gesture and announciates the last word, then taking another drag of his cigar.

He turns to Sevika "Make sure they understand that they did not see anything, then leave you too. No one is to be let in." she nods and posts herself by the door.

The people flock toward the exit, creating a bottleneck effect. Carefully, eagerly even, they follow Silcos directions reinforced by Sevika. They did not need to be told twice, they had already forcibly forgotten the incident and had no intention on stickning around to challenge his temper.

As the last of the crowd have left and the doors slam shut behind Sevika, its only the two of us left, so I stand to make my way to him.

"Stay." Silco says coldly, eyes snapping to me. A shiver runs through my body, I sit back down, crossing my legs, anticipation lining my senses as I smile at him.

We hold eachothers gaze "I missed you" I say.

"So I see" he responds, striding closer, one painstakingly slow step at a time and when hes finally close enough to touch I reach out to him, taking the lining of his tie between my fingers, softly tracing it down his chest, stopping at his vest button to undo it.

He snatches my wrist, holding it closer to him, inhaling the scent of my perfume, loving the way it mixes with the cigar smoke. He kisses my wrist before pinning it to the bar-counter behind me.

Not so easily discouraged, I lean closer to him in an atempt to steal a kiss off of those ruthless lips. I let my eyes fall shut and lean further in until I feel his breath on my skin as I've done so many times before. Heat flashes through me as I imagine the taste of him being less than a mere second away, but my expectations fall short as im met by the the savour of his cigar instead.

"Tsk tsk tsk" he shakes his head "Surely you wouldnt dream it to be this easy my dear?" His tone mocking.

I scoff in pretend defeat as I take the cigar from him, taking a drag and leaning back against the counter again. "I was only teaching you a lesson, husband." I sigh.

"Oh" he exclaims, his demeanor unclear. A mix of entertainment and frustration evidens in his voice "You're teaching me a lesson hmm?" His gaze hardens and an frustrated smile forms on his lips as he awaits my response.

"Naturally."

A gleam of irritation lights in his eye, he takes the whiskey from my hand, studying it carefully as if planning his next move. He takes a slow sip, "So.." he begins, carefully phrasing his words, "Would you like to tell me how come? Because frankly, my dear. Im at a loss here." Agitation evident in his tone.

"Truly?" I question, not sure if he actually wants me to answer that. "I love this little game of ours, it can be... Oh so thrilling" I sigh in reminiscence, thinking back to past adventurez when we've enjoyed eachothers rueful challenges.

"But I do not enjoy to be used as someones puppet, not even yours. You've turned this wonderful game of ours into a show of your power, using me. So, I wanted to teach you a lesson." I repeated myself, nonchalantly.

His gaze bores into my own, furious at your choice of handling the situation, but even more so because theres truth in your words. "I have a reputation." He spits the last word, "How will I be respected if I cannot controll my own woman?" He asks, frustrated.

I sneer, "You forget yourself Silco." Theres venom in my tone, "I may not be known as "The Industrialist" but I have a reputation of my own and it is time I reminded you of it. Zaun will not respect you more for treating me like shit, and your blatant audacity to feel bad for yourself is sickening." I state coldly, and he knows your right, yet he cannot help how your words irk him. His face burns hot with shame.

"Ive let you degrade me in front of thousands of people, just for you to earn your power." I spit back.

"But truth be told, husband. Youre not a king, nor a god, and people will understand that you cannot control me. Ive never been know as conceded woman and I believe I have made that clear today." I fix my gaze sternly on his, making sure hes understood. He glares back, nodding.

Certain hes seen my point, I ease up. Work has taken a toll on him as of late, thats not his fault, but how he chose to counteract it is.

I lean forward again, softening my gaze as I carefully stroke his scar and whisper "You might have chosen me as your bride, but I also chose you, you know."

He sighs, closing his eyes, the anger melting away from him as he remebers you when you first met, and thinks of the woman before him now. Hes loved every version of you that hes had to pleasure to know and hes been incredibly stupid to put you in such positions for his own gain, he will simply find others to make examples of. He meets your gaze again, defeated "Im afraid my dear girl, that you're right, my behavior towards you have been appaling. You win, this time." A releaved expression covers my face as I've gotten my point across.

"However," he says soflty placing both hands on either side of my face, cupping it "That wont stop me from earning my retribution, game rules." He points out, pressing a soft kiss to my lips as a hand slides one hand to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair, earning him a moan from me.

He strokes my cheek gently with the back of his free hand, then tracing his index finger along my jaw and ending it with a tap at the sharpest point under my ear, "Everything." He says concurrently with the tap.

He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear before continuing to trace his finger down my neck, following it with his gaze, he grabs my throat, squeezing lightly as he carefully yamks me closer to him, making me gasp, "Has." he punctuates, finger tapping again, this time on my artery.

He lets go of my throat an continues to trace his finger outward along my collarbone, stopping at my shoulder, "A." He taps again. Silent anticipation linger between us, as I wonder where this'll end.

He takes the crimson brastrap between his fingers, slowly sliding it off my shoulder as he traces it down to the cup, "Price." He ends, the tension between us culminating, as he taps one last time at the soft flesh of my breast.%I shiver runs along my spine, I lean into again, his lips a ghost on mine.

"Naturally" I whisper against his lips, feeling him smile.

His hands continue downward, coming to a stop at my hips, holding me in place as if I'd ever wish to be anywhere else and melting me completely with his sudden tenderness. But his grip hardens, ready to take what is his. And as much as I would love just that, I was not done and he knew it.

"But, I've yet to claim my price. Game rules." I state, he steps back, knowing that he has to abide by the rules. His eyes shift to mine, pleading and lust battling for controll. "Cruel, cruel woman" he whimpers.

One side of him is itching to do whatever he wants to you and the other begging for you to let him touch you. And you're about to make him beg for it.

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[lyomeii]

bombs, bombs everywhere!

-> warnings/notices: male child reader, spoilers, yandere themes, platonic relationships, mentioned kidnapping, this happens in the second act, jinx, silco and much more.

-> request by sunny anon! Hello could I request arcane × male child reader that acts like klee from genshin? (Sorry for the lack of ideas) oh and could they be from another country visiting for the first time? Oh and could i go by sunny? It'd be easier if I had a nickname to navigate what I've requested♡´･ᴗ･`♡(please ignore this if you don't take platonic child reader requests)

-> a/n: sunny!!! I love this name anon, it’s so sweet and cute :3 here it is your request, I hope you enjoy it! since I lack knowledge of the league of Legends world, I decided to base the country that mc is from like it’s Mondstadt. and this is short since I had no idea how to end it.

-> the news of a famous and rich merchant arriving in piltover was in everyone’s ears, all too excited with the many possibilities that can lead to. the most anxious people are the scholars who made a deal with the the famous woman to help them with their research related to the arcane, making things even more exciting. and once she arrived, all of the citizens were also surprised by seeing another figure behind her, you.

-> as the only son and heir of the company, you always accompany her to learn more and more things despite being only a little boy who knows way too much. the view of you carefully listening about the new inventions from the many scholars is quite impressive. none of them believe that a small child like you would be interested in such subjects in earlier years. whatever your mother was busy talking with others, you follow (in a safe distance) some of the investors to see their works.

-> viktor is the one you follow the most, even helping around such as carrying his belongings when needed. the view of a small little boy following him is a blessing in everyone’s eyes in their days. and the man himself enjoying having you around, with your energetic smile and enthusiasm, you quickly gained his attention whatever you need.

-> and as everyone were thinking that you are just a lovely and calmest boy, your mother showed them what you enjoy doing in your free time. the one time you were left alone in a lab for minutes, you’ve create a few explosives that impressed and scared the inventors. jayce was the one who grab all of it and thrown it far in the sky, making it explode in the blue sky of piltover. an amazing thing that none got hurt (expect a few birds and fish of a nearby lake…).

-> now that everyone in the city is aware of your especially in making explosive and that cause many people either fear you or concerned. how can such a small boy like cause so much trouble? viktor and jayce are the one responsible for you while mother is gone for work, meaning they make you hold some heavy files, sit in the corner in order to avoid you to cause more trouble or give you harmless projects to you to make during the day.

-> as days goes on, the little boy became part of the academy (an ‘unofficial student’, people say) and now even has his own uniform that match mostly of them first years in order to make himself more comfortable around others and to be part of a new environment. it’s adorable how you tried to do the tie for minutes, only to ask someone to help it. and it’s really rare to see you with the clothes clean, mostly of the time there will be either powder or grease in the expensive material of your vest, making some desperate to clean it.

-> despite having a such unique talent in making explosives and being a loudly, but gentle and good kid, there is worrying in the air. the high uppers told mother about the recently events from the undercity and how things are getting out of control as times go on. and to make even worse, the citizens from there know about the arrival of your mother and you.

-> silco have ears everywhere, that’s why he always knew about the incoming arrival of that merchant with her son, but what he didn’t know it was how good the little boy is in making bombs and explosives, just like his daughter.

-> jinx was so happy to hear about you! she can’t wait to meet someone else that is also interested in making explosives and that also have an enthusiastic personality like her. so without anyone approval or suggestions, she goes to meet you :) and once you get in bed without anyone around, she appears in the window with that smile of hers.

-> with the innocence of a child, you don’t notice how dangerous she might be, that why the two of you become closer that night. unlike most adults, jinx doesn’t scold you when you fail to pay attention im certain subjects nor gets angry about your obsession with the experimental bombs you made, in fact, she supports you and encourage in making it. sometimes, she brings you some interesting supplies in order to create even more explosives.

-> those little visits at night went unnoticeable for a while, until she was caught in the act by no other than your mother and caitly. both women were so worried and ran directly at you, grabbing you away from jinx’s hands as everything went crazy. broken glass everywhere, small cuts on your skin and loud noises going all across the room.

-> this entire situation left everyone around you skeptical of your safety, if jinx easily got inside and manipulated you, then there is a large chance of you getting kidnapped! that’s why they put you inside the academy where everyone’s eyes are on you. now, there is no way you can’t get in danger and of course, you can’t get out in your on, a good thing!

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

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[definitelynotbrucewayne]

Sevika x Petite! FemReader (Headcanons)

Warnings: Pretty NSFW near the end, size difference kink(?)

 Enjoy!

 💕 She’s obviously, unquestionably a top. Sevika would even further embrace her assertive side when it comes to you. She enjoys being the more dominant person in a relationship, of course. 

💕 This would result in her carrying you around as she pleases. And in many ways, too: fire-fighter (over the shoulder), bridal, on her shoulders, front-facing/straddled, and more. 

💕 Your small size also causes her to be a little... protective. If you’re in a serious, committed relationship, she’ll probably object to you exploring The Fissures, especially by yourself. 

💕 While it’ll take a while before your relationship reaches this level of intimacy, she’ll constantly showers you with affection. Cuddles, head-pats, kisses (short and sweet or long and intense), hugs, hand-holding, and more are all staples of acts that you recieve daily from her. 

💕 In further detail, Sevika will constantly exhibit these forms of physical affection, especially when you’re in a safe space (i. e. your home, her home, a home belonging to both of you). 

💕 You’ll be trying to work and she’ll just scoop you up to litter kisses all over your face. Even if it interferes with what you’re working on, she’ll persevere. In fact, she’ll be even more invested in doing so if you begin to pout about it.

 NSFW from here! 

💗 While Sevika likes to act as if she’s tough-as-nails, she’s secretly a big softie; you being the perpetrator of really bringing out that side of her. In steamier situations, she’s especially gentle and caring by default due to your petite frame. But if you’d prefer, she can be very rough. 

💗 One of her favorite non-explicit aspects of smexy times with you is holding you-- holding you down, holding you in place, holding you in her arms-- I could go on. She’ll grip onto the sides of your torso, tour hips, you thighs, your ankles, or your upper back as you arch yourself into the mattress or toss your head back in ecstasy. 

💗 Another thing she loves to do to you in order to display her strength is to toss you into bed. She’s always gentle, but it’s certainly a thrill. 

💗 She finds it so arousing when your little body is being conquered by her. It’s enough for her to complete nearly from that alone. 

     Thanks for reading 👍 Have a wonderful day !!

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[fict1onallyobsessed]

I've had this idea on mi mind for a while, sevika x fem reader who's a piltie and it's engaged to someone she doesn't like because her parents forced her, she's in love with sevika so they decide to run away and live in zaun together.

Stupid Ideas and Arranged Marriages

Sevika x Reader

Your heart raced as you stared at the dress hanging off your dresser. You didn’t want to get married to him, but what choice did you have? Being a daughter to one of the richest people in Piltover came with its advantages, but you’d be stupid to think it wouldn’t drag along disadvantages. Having your parent pick a partner was one of those.

Tears pricked at your eyes, the thought of having to spend your life miserable with someone you hadn’t even met, probably just as entitled as your parents terrified you. The dress terrified you. Your own fucking reflection terrified you. You simply just didn’t want to.

“What your doing is stupid.”

Your head snapped towards the noise beside you, an unreadable expression upon Sevika’s face. She was always hard to read, but this time there was a hint of something you couldn’t quite place in her voice, something other than nonchalant sounds.

“You can’t be here. What if my parents see? How’d you even get in?”

She stared at you and sighed as you moved to the edge of your bed, your body facing hers this time. You sniffed and waited for her to say something, anything, but she just stayed put in her place with no response. Once you were done with the silence, slightly uncomfortable, you spoke up again.

“Besides, I don’t have a choice.”

She’s sighed again, rolling her eyes and slowly making her way over towards you. She sat on the spot next to you on the bed, and now your attempt to suppress your emotions proved futile as a sob escapes your mouth.

Sevika wasn’t good with emotions, but with you it was different. It was as if she was born and bred to be beside you all the time, comforting you when you needed it, god sake she’d stay up for weeks if it meant she could talk to you throughout the night. But instead you both had to settle on sneaking around Piltover and occasionally the Undercity to remain a secret. Your parents would literally kill you if they found out you loved someone from Zaun, taking Sevika with you too.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, silently crying at the thought of standing at that alter tomorrow morning. Her hand took hold of your own, thumb soothingly running across your knuckles. The silence now, filled with occasional sniffs from you, was more welcoming, more relaxing if you will.

“You do have a choice.”

She pulled away, one of her arms coming up to your jaw to force you to look at her. Who knew this brute of a woman had an ounce of tenderness in her body, but as she always said ; ‘it was only for you’

“Come Below with me. You don’t have to let them control your life. You’re worth more than that.”

She hates your family for putting you through this. She’d honestly curl you up into a ball and take you with her, if not then punish them for giving you a life you didn’t want. But that would only hurt you more, and the last thing she needed was to bring more pain into your life.

You smiled as you pressed your hand against the one that was cupping your cheek, leaning in closer to her delicate touch. She wiped your tear with her thumb, watching as your lips slowly turned into a small smirk.

“I don’t fit in, look at me. I’d just be a burden.” You sniffed.

She turned your body so you crossed your legs on the bed, completely facing her. Her body did the same, one of her legs still hanging off the edge of your bed. She needed you to focus on her words, so she cupped both your cheeks and lifted your head to look directly at her.

“You won’t be. I’d rather go to Zaun everyday protecting you from pieces of shit than lose you to a guy who’s never gonna treat you right.” Her eyes were wide, looking carefully into yours. “I want you to come with me. I’ll sit outside my fucking door if I have to every night if it’ll make you feel safer. I’d kill for you because I love you (Y/N).”

Your eyes scanned her features, and not a single one told you she was lying. Not that you thought she was, but because no one in the history of ever had seen Sevika so vulnerable. You loved her too, but you’d never actually thought you’d hear her say it to you.

“I’ve lost so much but I can’t lose you.”

A new set of tears filled your eyes, but this time it wasn’t because you were upset about wasting your life. Instead, it was because you’d felt as if your life had just about begun, with the comfort of your lover beside you every single day, not having to hide the two of you together. It felt refreshing, and not for a second did you doubt a word Sevika said.

You smiled at her with tears soaking your eyes and sat up, your hands wrapping around her neck to bring yourself close enough to kiss her. The kiss was soft as you climbed on top of her, straddling her thighs before sitting yourself down on her lap. The hands that previously cupped your face were now firmly holding your waist pulling you impossibly close.

There was nothing sexual about your actions in this case, the comfort you bought each other was enough for the two do you to melt, and being this close to each other, knowing you were the only one allowed to touch her like this, it felt good. And that was enough.

She eventually collapsed back into your bed, leaving you in full view as you straddled her legs, faces so closer to each other you were almost kissing again.

“I take that as a yes?” She smirked, smiling at you when you nodded your head joyfully. Within a second, you were in Sevika’s arms as she stood up, her legs leading you both to your bathroom. “Get anything you want to keep, we can go right now.”

You did as she said, only wanting to keep one thing you’d always carried since you were gifted it by your aunt, the only sane person in your family; a small silver necklace. You also wanted to write your parents a note saying they didn’t need to worry, and that you were safe, but that their actions were completely at fault. You didn’t want them to try and find you, or bring you back to the big house with everything you needed, because in your mind you already had the necessities, and that was simply Sevika being by your side.

THE END

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[infernalodie]

𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱

“𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘰𝘰𝘩”

Inspo: Victoria Monet - Moment

Pairing: Jinx x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: You were always willing to spare a moment for your girl...

Warnings: Sub!Jinx, Dom!reader, fingering, pet names, and fluff.

Words: 1503

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Jinx, kitty, stop being a brat and go to sleep.” Your voice was a deep rumble in the girls' lair of contraptions that threatened your life on a daily basis. The bridges lead to a stable and reliable earthy surface vibrated by your timbre tone with the very few lights in the large cavern giving you a sight of the girl rolling in your guys' bed.

You had taken Jinx’s desk for the night after putting the girl to sleep. After a long and stressful day of her own mental weighing down on her and the physical ache she felt by being hunched over her desk all day, she requested you cuddled with her. Of course, you had and for once in a very one-in-a-million chance, Jinx had been quiet. Not that you minded her talking, but her rambling sometimes carried into the time when you were pleading for any amount of sleep. But you also believed her mind must’ve also been quiet enough for her to just enjoy the silence and you.

But, of course, work needed your attention so you had to pry her arms from your waist. Instantly missing her pale fingers tracing shapes in your waist and humming into your caramel skin. Her long blue braids practically wrapped around your bulky frame. Compared to the girl that used your body as her own personal bed, it was inevitable that you would become attached to her petite figure that was so malleable in your hands.

It didn’t matter though, Silco had been needing your attention on a raid and you had to have the plans done tonight. He was already on the fence about you dating Jinx. You didn’t need to give him any more reasons that could lead to your death.

Jinx, of course, didn’t care.

“Come back to bed,” Jinx whined, blankets enveloping her entire frame adorably. But you heard the faintest pur in her words, sending a jolt to your heart. You were too busy to fully acknowledge it, but you saw and smiled. Something she also noticed and grinned tiredly. “If you won’t come to bed, I’m sleeping over there with you.”

You tapped your pen against her desk, turning the chair towards her as she waddled over with a thick blanket around her shoulder. The sound of her bare feet padding across the metal bridge filled the air. You, of course, could see the crack of the blankets and felt your eyes become glued to her pale thighs. The large blue tattoo on her right side reached down and could be spotted on her right thigh. Something you sure had seen before, but something about seeing it now was erotic. It was probably because you knew for a fact that beneath the blankets Jinx wore nothing.

And your suspicions were correct when she moved the bottom of the blanket to straddle your waist. The lamp on the desk exposed the glistening of her folds which were practically drenched. Clit puffy and needy for your attention. And it was being placed right on your crotch with Jinx curling her arms around your neck and stuffing her face in your neck.

“What are you doing, Jinx?” You muttered, turning the chair back towards the desk where you uncomfortably continued to work. Feeling her shift slightly with a gentle sigh. Warmth invades your neck, goosebumps standing to attention across your body. “Use your words, Jinxie.”

She moved further into your body, warmth able to melt her entire body. If she had the choice, she would cut a spot deep inside your chest right beside your heart and hide there. Just so she could listen to the tedious, yet, relieving thump of your heartbeat. In many ways, it would make you two as one, but that was already a thing. You could tell she was needing something to relieve the heat between her legs. If you also needed a taste of her, you might’ve pounced on her the moment you saw that beautiful cunt.

But hearing her beg for it was always going to be better.

Her hips rocking, the rough texture of your pants enough to get her off. And feeling your arm softly wrap around her waist, helping her, she let out a whine. So with a glance, you grabbed the blanket surrounding her body and yanked it off. Turning her body to face the desk and you pressed loving kisses to her shoulder. Jinx was ready to protest, but her words were cut short by one of your large hands grabbing her thigh, holding it open while your other cupped her sex.

The touch was enough to silence Jinx and have her inhale sharply. Your hot breath fanning the side of her neck with your own gaze focused on where your hand rested. A radiating heat and sleekness resting against your palm and making your hand twitch. “You gonna use your words or am I leaving you high and dry tonight?”

Hearing that made Jinx instinctively grip your shirt and arm holding her thigh. “You better not, Y/n,” she growled.

“Then use your words, sweets,” you encourage with a devilish grin. One that could be heard just in the words you spoke. But this one thing wasn’t what Jinx was used to. She got what she wanted and never needed to ask. Even with sex, you were always willing to be the first to dive in face first. Wanting nothing more than to have her writhe beneath you, moaning out pleas to never leave her. Asking you to fuck her was foreign and made her slightly embarrassed the more she thought about it. “Just gotta say-“

“Please, fuck me!” Jinx exclaimed cheeks flushed as you stared down at her with parted lips and soft eyes. She avoided your gaze and waited impatiently for what you would do next.

You adjusted the grip you had on her leg, resting in the bend of her knee. Yet made no move to ease the annoyingly desperate ache between her legs. When she finally has had enough and looks up at you, she is surprised when you crash your lips against hers. Further surprised when you pushed two fingers around her fluttering entrance. Pussy swallowing your digits hungrily whilst her velvety walls clenched around you.

Her lips parted from yours, gasping as she looked down to where her pussy welcomed you willingly. You were also watching, cheek pressed against hers with a small smirk on your lips. The wet sloshing sounds of your fingers pistoning into her tight cunt filled the room. Beautifully accompanied by Jinx’s whines and moans. Her body shivered against yours, breaths strangled from her throat causing her chest to halter in its rises.

A soft smirk rested on your face, soaking up every little sound that came from the girl. Eyes shut to intensify the knowledge of how easily you made the girl fall apart. If her nails digging into your one arm wasn’t enough, this surely did it.

“So cute all whiny for me,” you husked against the shell of her ear, teeth taking her earlobe. Jinx let out a pant, arms shaking as she battled to let her leg block your access. But she knew doing that would only deprive her of any relief. So, she decided to turn her head and lay kisses on your jaw. Lips sucking at the edge as you let out a throaty chuckle. Feeling her hand tighten on the one holding her leg, desperate to be given something in return.

So, you parted your fingers inside of her and curled. Jinx’s eyes shot wide, teeth clenched, body tensed,  a yelp falling from her lips and her hands clenched tightly as your fingers pistoned into her without mercy. And it only took a moment of shock for Jinx to become a wailing baby. One of her hands fell to her clit that she slapped lightly, sending shocks through her body. The build-up in the pit of her stomach was growing and you could tell by the walls of her cunt squeezing your digits.

“Come on, baby,” you whispered in her ear. “Come for me, sweets. You can do it.”

Jinx whined, legs twitching in your grasp as her eyes clamped shut. Her head rolled back as she rubbed her clit vigorously. And when she finally met the high, the wire to her climax snapped and she was sent upwards. Her eyes rolling back behind her eyelids as her body tensed, legs curling into her chest as you slowly and effortlessly curled your fingers repeatedly. Continuing to hit the sweet spot that kept her in the dazed bliss.

When she came down, Jinx panted, curling into a ball against your chest. You smiled down at her, pulling your fingers from her and pressing them to her lips. She mewled, accepting them and sucking. Listening to your soft coos until you held her close to your chest as you worked. That was where she fell asleep with a warm smile.

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[the-faceless-bride]

Yandere Vi from Arcane waking up from a nightmare of her hurting her darling only to see that her darling is okay please?

Yandere Reaction!!

Yandere Vi having a nightmare...

🥊👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨• Vi was tossing and turning, she couldn't remember why she was angry, and she didn't know if she had a reason... But she hurt you... And that scared her...

All Vi could hear was your pleading voice. "please Vi I didn't do it! Please VIOLET!-" Vi's eyes shot open; she laid on her back her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, her mouth felt dry and itchy, and her fingers twitched at her sides.

She took a deep breath before looking to her left, and there you were. You slept peacefully facing her, your breath slow and deep. One of your hands next to hers, she gently took your hand in hers and brought it to her lips, turning so her body was facing yours.

Her free hand reaches out to brush hairs from your face. You were better, you didn't try to fight her anymore, and you were accepting; you stopped trying to run you were happy with her.

So why was she having these awful dreams?... She didn't want to hurt you but she would if she had to.

She was shaken from her thoughts when she heard your voice, "Vi?" she looked at you, her deep beautiful eyes mixed of grey and blue staring back at you. "are you okay?" you ask reaching to cup her hand that rested against your cheek, "yeah... I'm.. I'm ok cupcake..."

🥊👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨• Vi will be a lot more careful around you now, treating you like glass and she is afraid to break you... However, she will be keeping an eye out for anything she would deem as suspicious behavior...

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[piggycyberwarrior]

Arcane characters with a foreign s/o that swears/talks in their mother language when they are upset.

Summary: Arcane characters with a foreign s/o that swears or talks in their mother language when they are upset.

a/n: Daily reminder that I love you, darling!!

Warnings: mentions of swearing

includes: Vi, Ekko, Victor, Mel

Vi:

Vi finds it very amusing when you are angry or upset and then just start cursing in your native language

Especially if you do it in front of others. She is laughing her head off while others are just confused.

is still a little intimidated when you curse because of something she screwed up.

Ekko:

I think Ekko would tease you with it.

In any case, he finds it extremely hot when you insult others in another language because it sounds totally badass. 

Whenever you curse because of something that has upset you, he smirks slyly.

I think he would ask you if you could teach him a few words in your native language.

Victor: 

I think he would be fascinated if you mumbled in your native language when a prototype of your invention didn't work out.

He would also ask you if you can teach him some words or customs of your country.

He would also try to learn your language and ask you if you can speak it more often

Mel:

I think Mel would be on high alert, because she knows something has happened if you were mumbling in that unknown language.

She would try to find the problem and solve it.

Still, she finds it very fascinating and could listen to you for hours.

She asks you what words like "love" or "I love you" mean in your native language. 

She is surprisingly good at pronunciation

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[cassifictional]

Just one night

Pairing: Sevika x g/n reader

Tags: nsfw, mdni please. Bottom reader, gentle sex, little bit of praise, genitals mostly unspecified, reader crushing on Sev, reader’s a bit inexperienced/shy.

Summary: You’re cold, it’s winter and your heating is broken. You need to find some place to warm up for the night. Just so happens that Sevika’s place is rather close to yours. It’s like the start of a bad porno and you’re not even going there with those intentions. But things don’t always turn out the way you expect.

Word count: 4.1k (buckle up)

Notes: I know it’s summer. This is a winter fic. I know a lot of places are experiencing heatwaves right now. This fic is about it being cold. I can do whatever I want.

I can start a taglist for any future Sevika fics. Comment if you wanna be added to that list!

You let out a sigh of relief as you entered The Last Drop and felt its toasty air and atmosphere wrap a warm blanket around you. A dank and smelly blanket with a few beer stains on it, sure, but a blanket nonetheless. Outside it was freezing cold and you didn’t want to be out there a minute longer than was absolutely necessary.

You didn’t mind a bit of cold, but the weather lately had been more than just a little cold. Even deep down in the streets of Zaun a thin blanket of gray, polluted snow could be found covering the streets and homes. Snow usually didn’t reach that far down. It had to be really fucking cold for it to not melt instantly. To be inside right now was a blessing. The Last Drop somehow always seemed to maintain a consistent temperature regardless of the weather conditions. It was always vaguely humid and warm inside, reeking of cheap booze and sweat. Horrible in the summer, but not so bad in the winter. There would always be a mostly clean glass and an empty seat left for you. Shitty but reliable. Like an old car.

You took off your coat as you made your way over to the small group of people sitting in the corner of the bar. Laughing voices, the sound of glasses clinking. Sitting in the best seat of the bar was Sevika, surrounded by her challengers for the night, who by the looks of it hadn’t realized yet just how much money they would be losing to her over the next hour or two. One empty seat was left by Sevika’s side. Reserved just for you, her favorite opponent. You had been crushing on her for a while now, but sadly she hadn’t seemed all that interested in you. What she was interested in however, were your skills. You had beaten her at cards on one or two occasions, which earned you a spot at this very special table with her. Most of the time she would beat you anyway, but it was fun to spend time with her. Watching her play was intriguing to you, she just looked so good doing it. And watching people lose all their money to her never got old.

Sevika shot you a quick glance as you approached the table. The people playing didn’t quite notice you standing there.

“You’re late.” Sevika said, looking back down at her cards. You knew she didn’t say it to be mean when you saw her pat the seat beside her, inviting you to sit down.

“Sorry. Had to work overtime.” you explained as you sat down, waiting for the next game to start so you could join.

“I thought maybe you froze on your way here.” she snickered softly, clearly only meant for you to hear.

“It was close. I only lost three toes to frostbite this time.”

“I hope you still have all your fingers left. You’re gonna need them.” Sevika said as she ended the game, winning as you had expected. Disgruntled noises all around, you too were given a hand of cards to join in the next round. You quietly fantasized about warming your freezing body up next to Sevika as you waited for your turn.

As expected, Sevika won all succeeding rounds. After a highly amusing evening of affectionately watching Zaun’s scariest lady crush the egos of her poor opponents, those opponents left the table one by one until it was just you and Sevika left. Only without the prying eyes of all those around you would she even consider playing a serious game against you. The chances that she would lose to you were small, but very much a possibility. But she would only consider such a defeat in the privacy of those closest to her. Which just so happened to be you right now.

“Your turn. Focus.” she said, snapping you out of your daydream. “Quit staring at me, you now that won’t help you win.”

“Right. Sorry. I get distracted easily.” Flustered, you placed your next card down on the table. Sevika quickly put down hers.

“Another win for me.” she grinned, gathering up the cards for the next round. You dug around in your pockets for the money you now owed her.

“Keep your coins.” she waved dismissively at you. “I’ve won enough tonight. We’re not playing for money right now.”

“Oh, thank god.” you said relieved as you studied the new cards in your hand. You took a second to appreciate Sevika in the moment, smiling at yet another victory, blowing out small puffs of smoke from the cigarillo in between her lips. She looked so relaxed and in her element like this, simply studying her cards for the next round. You got lost in her eyes as she looked up at you.

“Huh?”

“Your turn.” she gestured at the cards in your hand.

“Oh, sorry.”

Sevika frowned at you as you put down your next card, which wasn’t a good one to start with.

“You’re not focused. I can tell you’re elsewhere with your thoughts.”

Her frown shifted a little to something almost resembling concern, or maybe just curiosity. “What are you thinking about?”

You looked up at her deep gray eyes again, for a moment considering telling her the truth.

“Just.. the cold.” you lied. “The, uh, heating in my apartment is iffy. I’m just concerned it’ll be freezing in there when I get home.”

“Nothing an extra blanket or two can’t fix.” she said, putting down another card as you considered your next move.

“Right.” you mumbled quietly, already mentally beating yourself up for not being a little more brave. You wanted to tell her you’d rather just cuddle up to her all night and bask in her beauty and warmth, but you couldn’t. The fear of her reaction to it was too great.

You stewed in your own thoughts as you both continued to put down cards. Only when you were both down to your last few cards did you realize you were actually winning. One last card and it was over. You had won and Sevika had lost. She actually seemed to be almost pleased with your victory.

“Impressive.” she complimented, making the butterflies in your stomach go wild. “I think that’s my sign to call it a night.”

Like clockwork on nights like these, you both went your separate ways, to meet again another evening in that musty old bar. The outside air felt painfully cold as you exited the building and for a moment you considered simply crashing on a couch somewhere in a quiet corner in the bar, just to ensure you wouldn’t be freezing all night. Your bed did sound a lot more comfortable than some stinky old couch, though.

Your fingers and your toes were already going numb by the time you arrived at your apartment. Praying to whatever god would listen, you hoped that your heating had managed to keep up while you had been gone. But to your dismay, when you opened the door, the familiar warm and cozy air didn’t greet you as it usually would. Instead, the air felt unusually chilly. A sign that your heating had failed, just as you had predicted earlier that evening. You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate. A handyman might be able to fix it for you in the morning. For now, there was little more to do than to gather up all the blankets in your home and pile them onto your bed so you could attempt to get some rest.

It didn’t take you long to realize that it was actually a lot colder than you had initially thought. Even underneath your mountain of blankets, the cold somehow made its way through every single one of them. Despite your whole body shivering, you felt yourself only getting colder and colder. A thin layer of frost coating the inside of the windows was the last sign you needed to realize that you would be better off spending the night elsewhere. You could think of a few places you would love to warm up in. One in particular.

A little while later and you were back out on the streets. Even less people were out at this time of night and those who were seemed equally as uncomfortable as you. The snow quietly crunched underneath your feet as you walked, staining your shoes with the soot and dust mixed into it. Your thoughts ran wild as you imagined warming yourself up to the one person you desired most right now, Sevika, holding you close to her strong and beautiful body, eliminating any last sign of cold from the world around you. How much you would have loved to go to her right now. But you didn’t feel brave enough. Didn’t know how she would react. Couldn’t risk it. So you had planned on crashing on the couch of a trusted friend for tonight.

Holding your arms around yourself for any semblance of warmth, you suddenly found yourself standing still in the middle of the street. Had your feet finally frozen to the icy ground below you? You looked down, but aside from being covered in polluted slushy grime, they didn’t appear to be immobilized. As if your body had stopped itself from moving forward. You looked around to get a feeling for your surroundings before you would try and continue your journey to your friend’s place. The lights were on in a building to your left. You felt your heart skip a beat when you realized where exactly your body had subconsciously stopped itself from walking further. It was Sevika’s place.

You held your breath for a second as if you were afraid that she would catch you standing there like a creep. But then, you felt all of your thoughts and concerns go out the window in an instant. Before you knew it, your body had walked you towards Sevika’s door and made you knock on it, almost entirely on autopilot. Only when your body let you get back to your senses was it that you realized what you had just done. You wanted to run but your feet felt frozen to the ground again. Maybe you realized that it would be an even worse idea to ding dong ditch the scariest woman in Zaun and risk getting caught. And thus, the situation you had been imagining all evening was suddenly unfolding itself. Somehow.

You heard Sevika call you by your name from behind the door, sounding rightfully confused as she saw you standing there through the peephole. Thankfully, she opened the door for you.

“What are you doing here?” she sounded genuinely more perplexed than annoyed in this moment.

You stumbled over your words for a few seconds, looking for the right words, but the autopilot had long since been disconnected and you were left on your own once again.

“My.. my -uh, the heating broke, my apartment, it- it’s cold and I.. uhm, I‘m just looking for.. some place to stay, I guess..” you stammered.

“Okay..” she said, still glaring at you with a questioning look on her face. “Why come here?”

“I was on my way to ah- uh.. to a friend, but it’s kinda far away..” you found yourself unable to look away from her intense stare. “Your lights were on. I thought..”

“Thought what?”

“That you might be able to.. help me out? Let me stay for just one night?”

You felt the back of your neck become sweaty from the nerves, despite it being way too cold for that.

Her suspicious stare finally faded, as if she was relieved to find out you didn’t show up here in the middle of the night to ask her to fix your heating for you. Then, the corner of her mouth curled upwards into a light smirk, her expression showing you something you interpreted as interest. Or maybe she just felt sorry for you.

“Just one night?” she asked.

“Yes. I’ll get someone to fix it all in the morning.”

“Alright. Well, in that case..” she made a welcoming gesture, “come in.”

You quietly thanked her and scurried inside, deeply sighing once the toasty warm air inside the place enveloped your body. Oh, this was SO much better. No more numb fingers and toes. Inside it was so comfortably warm that you bet you could fall asleep just about anywhere in the room if given the chance. But the couch would do just fine. You didn’t want to be bothering her even more than you already were. God knows what she must be thinking about you right now. Imbecile. Showing up at this hour in this weather.

“Sorry for using your place like a motel.” you apologized to Sevika as you looked around her room. By Zaun’s standards, it was nice. Clean and classy. And the couch looked extra inviting right now.

“That’s alright.” she hummed as she walked off to the kitchen, leaving you by yourself in the living room.

“What’s the rate for tonight?” you laughed nervously in an attempt to relieve the awkward tension.

“Tonight? Free.” you heard her chuckle back at you.

You sat yourself down on the couch, unsure what else to do with yourself, still holding arms tightly around yourself for comfort. Still not quite realizing how the hell you had managed to put yourself into this situation. Just being around Sevika was already so exciting, but being at her place? Even just to sleep on her couch? That was way more than you could have hoped for on a night like this.

“I can’t thank you enough, honestly.” you said, moving one of the small pillows beside you so you could rest your head on it later, “This is heaven compared to my place right now. I’ll just sleep right here if that’s ok, I don’t want to bother you any more than I already am.” you glanced around the room, searching for a blanket.

“Oh.” you heard Sevika say, who had reentered the room by now. “I think I may have misread the situation then.”

She had stopped halfway across the living room with two glasses of what looked like liquor in her hands.

“I. I- uh..” you felt yourself go beet red as you were unable to reply to her.

“I thought this was a hookup. My bad.” she said calmly.

“No- I mean, uh, I really just.. my heating really is broken.. I’m- I..”

Back on autopilot, AGAIN. Autopilot? Did you just say NO? This is sabotage! Sabotage!

Of course you wanted to. But the one time you needed your subconscious confidence to take over, it was suddenly malfunctioning for reasons unknown.

“Don’t worry about it.” she reassured.

How was she being so calm and cool about this?

She placed the glass of liquor in front of you. “Have a drink anyway. It’ll warm you up.”

“Thanks. Sorry, I’m-“

“I already said it’s fine.” she said, scratching the back of her neck. “Drink up. I’ll get you a blanket.”

You watched her leave the room as you attempted to get any coherent words out of your mouth, but to no avail.

Worst autopilot ever. Maybe you needed to go see a mechanic for your brain as well as your heating.

Sevika soon returned, handing you a blanket before excusing herself for the night. You watched her leave the room for the last time that night as she flicked off the lights in the living room behind her and closed the door. Then silence. Horrible, embarrassing silence.

You grabbed the glass of liquor off the table and downed it all at once. For warmth or to help you forget about what just happened as quickly as possible. How the hell did you manage to put yourself in the most perfect situation and somehow still fuck it up in the end? You threw yourself down face first into the pillow and threw the blanket over yourself, eager to hide your shame, hide away from the world and from her.

The blanket smelled like her. The pillow smelled like her. Even the taste of the sweet liquor remaining in your mouth reminded you of the way her usual drink at the bar would smell. There was really no getting away from her, was there?

Still beating yourself up over what you just did, you let the blanket slide off of your face so you could peer around the room again. The lights from the streets outside cast soft shadows on the floor and the walls. Your eyes drifted to the door through which Sevika had disappeared earlier. There was still light shining from underneath it.

What if..

What if you..

You felt a knot form in your stomach. Could you? Were you that brave?

A deep breath. Then another.

You kicked the blanket off of yourself and sat up straight before rising to your feet.

You had to. When would you ever get a chance like this again?

Two soft knocks on her door.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

You tried to control your breathing as you slowly opened the door. Your face must have been bright red, but you tried not to care.

Sevika was sitting on her bed, screwdriver in hand, working on her metal arm. Why she had chosen to do that at this hour, you didn’t know. Didn’t care. She had changed into sweatpants and a hoodie. Only a hoodie, by the looks of it.

“Do you need anything?” she asked, briefly looking up from her work. “You can help yourself to anything in the fridge. Just stay away from the liquor cabinet.”

“I.. um..” you started to say.

“Really having trouble forming full sentences today, huh?” she snickered.

“I changed my mind.” you stated quietly.

“Changed your mind?” she asked, putting the tool down and looking up at you. “Wait. Oh.”

She smiled.

“Glad you did. Seems like it’s my lucky day after all.”

You looked at each other for a moment. Sevika oozing with confidence, you feeling like the butterflies in your stomach could come bursting out at any second.

“Can you.. can you make this a little less awkward? Please?” you laughed anxiously.

Sevika wordlessly got up from her bed and slowly made her way towards you, all the while you were feeling like your heart might give out from beating so fast. She stopped right in front of you, standing so close you could almost feel the heat radiating from her body, and raised one of her hands to gently hold you by your chin. Skin on skin, her hand felt so good and warm against you. You had to focus to keep your legs from turning to jelly.

“You’re nervous.” she spoke quietly, stroking her thumb against your lips. “Don’t be. You’re beautiful.”

You wanted to answer, but you found yourself lost in her sweet words and beautiful eyes. Before you could even try to lean in for a kiss, she let go of your chin and walked back to where she had been sitting on the bed before, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. Sitting back down, she patted her lap, inviting you to come closer.

“Come. Sit.”

To your relief, you could manage to unfreeze your feet from the floor of your own accord this time. You quietly made your way over to her, trying not to stumble and fall over as you climbed onto the bed and onto her lap. Her metal arm quickly found its way around your waist, pulling you closer to her body in a smooth motion. You had to stifle a moan at the feeling of her muscular body so close to yours. Upon closer inspection, she was definitely not wearing anything underneath that hoodie.

“What a treat.” she grinned. “Funny how things go sometimes.”

“I’m still not sure that this is actually happening.” you laughed nervously, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

Her free hand made its way back to your chin, sliding over your cheek and finally to the back of your head, where Sevika let her fingers comb through your hair.

“I’ll go easy on you. Feel like I’m gonna break you otherwise.” she whispered, slowly pulling your head closer towards her own. You could feel her breath on your lips. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” you replied breathlessly before closing the distance between you until your lips finally met hers. Finally. She felt soft yet rough and so warm against you. She invited you to open your mouth, her tongue effortlessly slipping in the second you let her.

Sevika’s grip on your waist and the back of your head intensified. Subconsciously, you let your hips roll forward into hers, guided by the rough metal appendage on your back. A content hum escaped her mouth through the deep kiss, like music to your ears. She let go of the back of your head and used both of her hands to help you take off all the clothes on your upper body. Feeling bare and exposed, you leveled the playing field a bit by fully zipping down her hoodie, exposing her bare chest. Quiet laughs escaped you both as you took a second to just ogle each other. The view was excellent, as you had expected.

“Now I know why you were staring at me all evening at the bar.” she grinned, sliding her hands over your chest and down to the front of your pants. “Like what you see?”

You nodded, eagerly rolling your hips forwards again as she unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. She continued to further tease you a little through the fabric of your clothes.

“Please Sev.” you panted, feeling like you could come even from her just continuing to tease you like this.

“So eager. Well, alright. Because you asked so nicely.”

Her hand disappeared into your underwear and this time you could not keep down your moaning as she touched you lightly, teasingly at first. Her metal arm behind you pulled you in close again, pushing your bare chests together. She quickly found a rhythm that worked for you, intense but still not as forceful as you had expected her to be. Seems like she was keeping her promise of being gentle with you.

All your nerves had long since disappeared. Your thoughts of oh god is this happening is this real had as well. In this moment, it was just you and her. And god, was she good. Sloppy kisses mixed with her kissing her way down your neck, it felt hypnotizing.

Within minutes, you found yourself getting close. Much faster than you usually would. She was just using her one hand, but she was using it so well. So well. So well..

“Ah.. ah.. Sev.. I’m.. I’m..!”

You panted as she sent you over the edge, almost startling yourself with just how fast she had gotten you there. Your whole body trembled as she expertly fucked you through it.

“So good for me..” she whispered into your ear as you rode it out.

You almost fell back onto the mattress as the tension finally left your body, but Sevika was holding you tight and seemed to have no intention of letting you go just yet. She simply watched you as you struggled to compose yourself. Then, you felt her large, calloused hand get right back to work.

“Ah- Give me a second, I need to..” you mumbled, halfheartedly trying to push her hand away.

“Think you can give me another one?” she asked, looking you in the eyes.

“I.. yes..”

“Good. You’re doing so well for me.” she smiled.

It didn’t take her long to get a second orgasm out of you. You were fully at her mercy by now and you were both enjoying it immensely. The second round only lasted a few minutes before you felt your body tense up again and release all over Sevika’s hand. By the way she was looking at you, you could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying all of this. But she also realized just how tired you were getting by now, and perhaps she was too after such a long night.

She gently shifted from sitting down to lying down, letting you rest on top of her chest. Her mechanical arm continued to rest on your back, now slowly rubbing up and down. A comforting sensation, despite it being made entirely out of sharp metal.

“This is not how I expected to end my night.” Sevika whispered.

“Me neither.” you replied, still out of breath but feeling extremely satisfied.

“Are you still cold?”

“After all that? No. You’ve warmed me up quite well.” you laughed quietly against her chest.

“Good. Hope you didn’t get too comfy on the couch before, ‘cause you’re staying here tonight.” she said, pulling you in a bit closer.

“I’d love that.”

Notes: hot damn, that was fun to write. I can really tell I’m getting back to my regular ol’ self with how much I’m enjoying writing smut again.

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[cammys-imagines24]

•Jinx NSFW Alphabet•

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex) Jinx turns into a giddy, intoxicated mess afterwards. Completely drunk on you and still riding off the high of you two climaxing together. She gets really sloppy, too, leaving lazy, wet kisses all over you, on any bit of your skin that's exposed to her. She'll talk nonsense about her day or her inventions while cozying up like a kitty into your arms. Aftercare to her is just you two being content and blissfully exhausted.

B = Body Part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their partners) You're her pretty trinket. She loves every bit of you and she is not shy in telling you. She frequently calls you her "treat" and that she wants to take a bite out of you. As for her, she likes how misleading her lithe, small form is because she is much stronger than she looks. Doesn't matter if you're bigger and taller than her, she can and will shove you up against the wall, pick you up and have her way with you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum... basically I'm a disgusting person) Loves to cum on your face best. She just likes how sexy you look with your chin and lips glistening from her. As for you, she loves to taste you as well. As previously mentioned, she views you as her tasty dessert and she can never get tired of lapping at your wetness.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Jinx would love to give you a tattoo like hers or a tattoo of her name somewhere on your body. She also has to be the one to ink the tattoo on herself. She's big into marking, such as scratch marks, little bruises, bite marks and hickeys so a tattoo permanently placed on your body by her? That's just too delicious a thought for her not to fantasize about.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?) Not experiencing at all. Honestly, you were probably her first partner. But just because she's inexperienced doesn't mean she's clueless. She knows more about sex than you and is not shy in voicing all of her kinky interests. She has a natural talent with everything sex related.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual) Any and every position. Jinx loves them all! Any position she can wrangle you and her into is fun for her and she loves to try weird and unique positions. Bonus points if you're flexible but she doesn't mind either way. Though she does have a special preference for doggy style when she's drilling into you with her sparkly blue strap-on.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous, etc) Very goofy and she always does something silly unexpectedly. Like one minute she'll be playing with your cute pussy and making you scream and grip onto the bedsheets so tight they rip and the next minute she'll be tickling you and blowing raspberries on your tummy. She is very unpredictable by nature and has a dark sense of humor. She can either make you laugh or scream her name.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc) Unlike the hair on her head, she keeps below the belt trimmed nice and neat. She has too much hair to want a lot down there, too. As for you, she wants you to do whatever you're comfortable with.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect) Jinx is surprisingly intimate but in more physical ways than vocal ones. Bedroom aside, you know how crows are known to give little gifts to humans they like? That's her. She loves making stuff by hand to give you. Any little inconvenience you have, she will find a way to make an invention to fix it. She also is the most clingy person ever. She will latch onto you like a leech and climb your body like a tree 24/7.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon) Ever since you came into her life she gets horny a lot. And, sometimes you're not around to satisfy her. So, she is not adverse to taking care of business herself. She'll just shove her hand down her pants and get right to it in a no nonsense fashion. She'll squeeze her eyes shut, bite her pouty bottom lip and imagine you while rubbing herself. She'll imagine it's you touching her and she won't hesitate to scream your name when she comes.

K = Kink (How kinky are they?) Super, super kinky and she will try anything once. A filthy dom. Loves to choke you, spank you, overstimulate you, make you beg for her, scream for her and lose your damned mind because of her. Knife play, bondage, dirty talk, will use hot wax (she has a lot of candles lying around after all) toys, strap-ons, vibrators, etc, all to make you feel pleasure to the point of madness.

L = Location (Favorite place to get it on) Will do it anytime, anyplace and on every surface with you if you're willing and up for it. Jinx is very adventurous and just likes to have sex with you everywhere. But she doesn't like anywhere too public or having the worry of someone potentially stumbling upon you two in the heat of the moment. Mainly because if anyone gets a look at your naked body then she's gonna have to put a bullet right between their eyes.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) If she sees you wearing an article of her clothing or you let her do your make up or nails, then she's a definite goner. She gets so possessive of you so anything of hers or by her doing that you've got on your body is a major turn on. She also needs constant reassurance of your love so when you tell her how much you love her and how happy she makes you, it gets her so giddy that she'll have to pounce on you.

N = No (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs) As adventurous and frisky as Jinx is in the bedroom, she will never, ever do anything or try anything new without your utmost consent. Also, she is a very jealous partner and has killed people just for paying too much attention to you. So, you think she'd ever allow a threesome? Guess again.

O = Oral (Preferenc in giving and receiving, skill, etc) Loves giving. Will have you sit on her face always and if you try hovering above her or not putting your full weight on her, she'll roughly smack your ass and yank you fully down onto her eager mouth. Once she's made you come she will always spit in your mouth so you can taste yourself, too. Also loves watching you when you're in between her legs. It's a power thing for her. Seeing you so willing to give her pleasure with your pretty mouth. She will yank on your hair and boss you around just because she loves it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc) Jinx will never be the sensual type. She's either rough and almost mean (consensually) or it's fast and electrifying. Her goal every time is to make you so dizzy and overstimulated that you see stars.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) Loves quickies! Her favorite is when you visit her in her workshop and she can have her way with you in her chair or on her desk. Tools and hardware pieces digging into your exposed back while she eats you out like no tomorrow. She will bite your inner thighs and tell you how good you taste.

R = Risk (Are they up to experiment, do they take risks, etc) Jinx takes calculated risks and never without you ready and 100% okay with whatever weird idea she's come up with. She's a loose cannon in her daily life so why would sex with her be any different? Your body to her is her own experiment and she loves to try new things just to see your reaction.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go, how long do they last?) She's young and has a one track mind personality. She loves you and loves your body. She loves what only she can do to your body so obviously she will spend a long, long time toying with your body. You're her favorite toy, her favorite little trinket to rile up and make a mess out of. You tap out first from sheer exhaustion always. She will not stop until you almost pass out.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On their partner or on themselves?) She loves toys! Especially when she gets to use them on you. She even makes her own sex devices from scratch and nothing gives her more pleasure than seeing her own invention make you cum. You're kind of like her guinea pig when it comes to her trying out new toys she's made on you. Don't worry, all of them are safe (the only time she actually bothers to make anything secure is when it's gonna be used on you)

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease) Almost sadistic in her unfairness. Jinx loves to play with you and see what new lengths of blissed out agony she can bring you. She likes you desperate, on your knees, begging for her to give you your release. She likes it when you make it very clear that only she can make you feel this way, only she can make you scream in ecstasy and tear up in the throes of a mind blowing orgasm.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make?) Pretty vocal. If you're making her feel good, then she's gonna let you know about it. Bites her pouty lips all the time as raspy moans slip out. Screams your name when your head is in between her legs and always chuckles wickedly when she's got you submissive beneath her. As for you, your voice goes hoarse pretty much every night, so yeah, she will make you as vocal as possible, even when you try to pitifully stifle your moans.

W = Wild Card (Something unexpected) Not even unexpected, tbh. Absolutely loves to have you hooked up to a remote controlled vibrator all day. Upping the stimulation at the most random of times so that you're always caught off guard. Bonus points for the times when you legit fall to your knees from her turning it to max so suddenly and crying out her name. She's a little fiend who shouldn't hold that much power ever but she loves it to death.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in their pants)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive) Because of her episodes and the voices in her head and her depressive tendencies, she craves you so, so much. When she's with you the nagging, buzzing words fade away and she can just focus on you. She's incredibly clingy and needs to have you around at all times. Needs your body.

Z = Zzz's (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?) Jinx doesn't get much sleep as it is. Chances are after a fun, exhilarating night she'll be too buzzed to go right to sleep. You two will probably just chat and cuddle til you can barely keep your eyes open. Once you're asleep she'll stay and hold you in her lean arms for awhile before sheer exhaustion finally takes her as well or she'll reluctantly leave your side to fiddle with some weapons she's working on.

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[sleepyangelkami]

Hi, I was thinking Vi x Reader. Where Reader is half human and half vampire and she hasn’t drink blood in weeks now and she is crazy starving. When Vi came back home from work she didn’t see her girlfriend in the living room but found her in their shared room facing back to her. Vi slowly walk to her but Reader flinched and not turning towards her. Reader explained why she is not turning towards her but Vi wants her to drink blood from her but Reader refuse because she might think that she will hurt Vi. Vi told her it is okay and Reader made a decision by letting her drink blood from Vi.

BOTTOMS UP .vi

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VI (ARCANE) X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - vampire!reader hasn't been able to drink blood in what felt like forever. luckily for her, vi's there with open arms and an outstretched wrist. in fear of hurting her, you decline the offer but you and her both know you won't be able to refuse her much longer.

 ☆ WARNINGS - blood, vampire themes, def inaccurate description of vampires, petnames, use of y/n, use of good girl, thumb sucking?, sorta suggestive, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

your throat was dry and your head was pounding. you lay curled up in your bed, the blinds shut and your hands pressed against your face. you tried to shut everything out, block out the loud yells in your head. you were hungry, so very hungry.

but you were also sure that your girlfriend would be home soon.

piltover had put up the walls between zaun and piltover but jayce assured you that the walls wouldn't last long after seeing the worry written across your face. why? he wasn't sure. then again, neither did he deem it his business to ask. but with the walls being up between zaun and piltover, you had no way of getting into the woods. the place you went to when you were hungry.

you were a vampire, yes, had been for many years now, would be for the rest of eternity.

but you didn't feed on humans, no, you wouldn't even dream of it. despite your monster-like qualities, you vowed to be nothing like a monster. you didn't want to be the type of tale that scared kids, the type that their older siblings read before bed, just trying to get them riled up. you fed from animals, in the woods where no one would see you. and only one knew of your secret.

the same girl that was opening your front door.

"hey, cupcake." vi was walking through the door, tiredness evident in her voice. she found herself in your guys' shared bedroom as quick as lightning. ever since you'd moved out from your parents house, everything seemed so much smaller but with vi by your side, the world seemed to be filled with endless opportunities.

you didn't respond, but vi wasn't too concerned yet.

the curtains had been drawn, only she assumed that was due to the fact it was currently night and not the fact that your brain was in scrambles from when the sunlight was peeking through. she'd been working for a while now, helping out some kiramman girl with something she needed help on. she needed insight on the very city of zaun, the one vi had grown up in her entire life. so naturally, she didn't mind helping the girl. the one thing she didn't like? leaving you for so long.

you felt outstretched arms wrap around your torso, her head falling into your shoulder. only now, had you realised she'd been talking the past five minutes. "y'listening?" and your silence served as an answer enough. "hey, what's wrong, baby? you're being quiet." when she turned you around she could see your tear-stained under eyes and your pale complexion. "hey, what's wrong?"

you could see the worry coating her eyes and it made you impossible more guilty. "doesn't matter." but she could see by the under eye bags and your teased hair that it did matter.

"you're shaking." she commented, taking you into her arms with worry. at first, she would have assumed that you were sick. her hand placed itself on your forehead, feeling for any temperature. you were merely cold. "oh, is this a... you know, vamp thing?" you suddenly felt very embarrassed. "hey, hey, i'm not judging, you know that." her hands soothed down your arms, sitting up and pulling you with her. "i jus' wanna know what's wrong so i can help you."

"y'can't help." you spoke, looking away and not reaching her eyes.

but she wasn't having any of that. her fingers drew your chin back to her. "we don't know that until we try." she attempted at coaxing you. "jus' tell me wh's the matter?"

"the walls." your mumble caused her ears to perk under her bubblegum hair. "can't go into the woods."

"oh, baby." she frowned suddenly, realising she hadn't thought of that at all. "I was so wrapped up in working with caitlyn, i completely forgot."

but before you could even assure her that it was okay, your hands were pushing at her. "v-vi." trying to get away. with confused eyes, her hands followed you, pressing against your upper arms. "vi, please don't touch me." suddenly feeling tears spring in your eyes.

the girls brows were pinched together. "why not?" before contorting to a look that told you she understood what you had meant now. "oh."

"vi, please." but she didn't let go. you didn't want to loose control, but you were starving. you needed to eat before you ended up killing yourself but for the first time in all of your life, you'd truly been tempted. you'd been tempted to feed off a human but that wasn't you, you wouldn't hurt somebody. you wouldn't kill somebody. but with the hunger that you felt then, you were sure that if you started, you wouldn't be able to stop.

vi's hands were on you, her eyes searching yours even as you tried to back away. but vi was keen, she didn't let you move. her hands held an iron grip on you, sapphire eyes boring into your own. "feed off me."

your eyes went wide as saucers, whipping your head towards her so fast you were sure you'd gotten whiplash. "what?" is the only word that fell from your lips, your brows now pinched together and your hands shaking impossibly more. what she was asking you to do, it wasn't just dangerous, it was suicidal.

but her hands didn't stop soothing up and down your arms, she didn't even seem afraid of you. she should be, she really should be. even you were afraid of yourself. "you're in pain." she noted by the way your face had contorted from the minute she stepped into the room. with her being here, it would only be harder to control your urges and she didn't want you to have to do that. "let me help you, sweet girl."

but you didn't feel anything alike 'sweet' in that given moment. you glanced up at her, doey eyes coated with a glossy cover of tears. "vi, 'm really hungry." a whole whimper falling from your lips. "i can't―I wouldn't be able to stop― I don' wanna hurt you." but god, were you tempted.

"hey." her fingers brushing up and down your arms so gently. "everythings gonna be okay, cupcake, y'just gotta let go, 'kay?" she was reaching her arm up towards you, your eyes impossibly wide. "jus' let go for me, angel."

but you couldn't. you wouldn't. but her wrist lay in front of you, pumping. and you suddenly felt dizzy. "vi." you whimpered, the first tear falling down your doll-like cheek.

"'s okay." she cooed, soothing you. "'s okay just let me help you." she watched as your gaze turned back to her wrist, head feeling all floaty like and your eyes a little hazy. "jus' wanna help you." but even she was beginning to feel light headed, and you hadn't even began. sure, she wanted to help you and she'd do that a thousand times over, only a tiny feeling at the bottom of her stomach was laced with fear. then she remembered who was standing in front of her. her sweet and lovely y/n, you'd do no wrong, you wouldn't hurt her. even if you fed from her. "bottoms up." she mumbled.

she watched as your face contorted lightly, almost in pain as your mouth opened, fangs seeping out from your teeth. you whimpered gently as vi guided her wrist towards your mouth. hesitantly, you looked at her to which she nodded. in your starvation? more than enough for you. you gently sunk your teeth into her skin.

vi inhaled, squeezing in a breath as a light pain trickled around her body. but she didn't scream or yell about. that was the thing about vi, pain tolerance like no other. her free hand came down to your head, pressing against the crown of your hair. "that's a good girl." she spoke, gently stroking your hair. "see? you're okay."

but your mind wasn't focusing on her words, they were merely entering one ear and getting tossed out the next. your teeth were impaled in her skin, the blood filling your mouth. your eyes shut, a little noise of relief leaving your lips. your hands moved to press her wrist closer against your mouth. it tasted so good.

almost instantly, you felt the colour return to your face, the eye bags wash away as relief pumped through your veins.

you never drank human blood but this wasn't just any human, it was vi. and it tasted better than any animal you'd ever seen, you were sure it'd taste better than any human, too.

you could have drank the blood until her body run dry. but you couldn't. in fear of hurting her, you took your mouth away from her wrist, pulling away as your eyes flickered back up to hers, checking for any sign of regret.

you were blinking harshly, trying to let the blood set in after not drinking in weeks. while your body was swaying gently, vi was still ever so still. her eyes were a little hazy as her lips curved upwards. her thumb came down to meet your mouth, gently smearing the blood that had been on it around your bottom lip. she tapped your cheek causing you to part your mouth. instantly, she stuck her blood-covered thumb between your lips.

you whimpered softly against the skin, your eyes fluttering shut. "'s a good girl." she mumbled. "so good."

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[angelltheninth]

hello there! hope december is being kind to you 💓💓 my silly brain is begging for Sevika and/or Grayson + fluff... as in they falling in love with reader? (what if reader's eyes are caught their attention? now they're so enamored, getting lost in them?) And anything that comes to your mind if this is okay and interest you!

December has sucked so far actually lmao. Hoping it gets better.

Pairing: Grayson, Sevika x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, falling in love, teasing, flirting

A/N: Things can only go up from here.

Grayson usually keeps her head in the game, her job. She doesn't let herself get distracted a lot. Which is why it's so hard for her to try to ignore her feelings for you when she meets you.

Tries to distract herself with work but it's almost like she keeps looking for excuses to see you. She always runs into you when she's out on patrol and whenever she does she takes a hard turn, to avoid running into you. She's subjected to a lot of teasing from her team because of that.

"We keep running into each other huh sweetheart? Keep this up and I might have to arrest you for following me. Handcuffs? Of course I... oh, is that what you're into? I'll let you know that I only use them in a professional setting. If you do something that warrants arresting I might have to use them. But you won't will you? You're a good girl."

Sevika doesn't mind distractions, she revels in them in fact, especially fun ones. The moment she sees you she wants more of you.

She's pretty forward with it as well, flirting openly, teasing you, enjoying seeing you flustered from her words and touches. She compliments you a lot, more then she normally would other people she's with. Definitely wants you to know how serious she is about perusing a relationship with you.

"Funny meeting you here again sweet cheeks. This is my favorite spot in Zaun, and looks like yours too. Let me buy you a drink, or two. Yes, I am always this forward. Doesn't look like you've got a problem with that. Why are you hiding, let me see that pretty face. There you are, keep your eyes me when I'm talking to you, otherwise I might get a little... aggressive. You'd like that? Seems like I'll have to be more firm with you then I figured. That's alright, I love a challenge."

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[im-a-writer-sometimes]

Life Giveth and Life Taketh Away

Pairing: Viktor x Reader (You can always use this extension to change Y/N to your own name, if you’d like)

Description: When a routine test with the Hexcore goes sideways, Dr. Y/N Cole is left with an unexplained power—a gift that might be the answer to the illness eating away at Viktor’s life. But power always comes with a price, and there are no happy endings in Piltover.

Wordcount: 7.5k

Warnings: Major character death, angst, Jayce being a major pain in everyone’s ass, language, a wee bit of fluff, hurt/no comfort

A/N: Welcome to me ignoring canon for the sake of my stupid little plot!

—

The Hexcore was unlike anything Y/N had ever seen. From the way Viktor toyed with it for hours on end and the way Jayce’s wide eyes watched it undulate and glow, she guessed the duo had never seen anything like it either. It was science, living and breathing—magic, caged and yet dangerously unmoored between Viktor’s trained hands.

It was terrifying in a way, but in her career as a scientist, she had learned to live for the terrifying, riding that fine line between madness and invention. It was that trait within her that had pulled her towards the undoubtedly insane men she now worked for, and had likewise pulled them to her.

“I think Heimerdinger is right in a way,” she said, leaning against the end of the desk as Viktor sat in front of the core, head resting on his hands.

“How so?” He asked, his voice flat.

“We can’t employ the core until we understand it,” she said. He opened his mouth to protest, but she continued. “That just means we need to work twice as hard to understand it, to help the people who can’t wait another year or two years before this technology is available to the public.”

Viktor smiled softly, turning his head back to the core, it’s blue light dancing in the reflection of his yellow eyes. That was what pulled her to the softer, ganglier of the two scientists—and what pulled him to her—that willful, unrelenting drive to help others no matter the cost to themselves. The late nights and the bad coffee and the mornings waking to neck aches as they lifted their heads from the desks they’d sat down at two days ago—it all meant nothing. Nothing compared to the things they needed to accomplish.

“You’ve been up for 48 hours,” she said, standing from her spot against the desk and coming up behind him. “You go get some shut-eye, and I’ll run some more tests.”

“I’m your boss, Dr. Cole,” he said with lethargic amusement in his voice. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“When you’re being stupid, I do,” she said, leaning back against the desk next to him. He smiled and closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. To her surprise, he reached around her for the cane leaning against the desk, standing with a grunt. “I’ll get a few hours sleep,” he relented, his voice deep and slow with exhaustion, his accent thicker than ever. “And then I’ll be back here to relieve you.”

“More than a few hours, Viktor,” she called as he left, knowing he wouldn’t listen to her. His lack of response said just as much. She sat down in his chair and sighed.

She thought about Jayce, the acting head of the council, busy with political endeavors and Mel, although she couldn’t blame him—if the councilwoman showed even the slightest bit of interest in her, she wouldn’t hesitate to fall into her arms. But despite his distractions, Jayce had been the one to tell her about Viktor’s trip to the hospital. He had been the one to beg her to force Viktor to take care of himself. “He listens to you,” he’d insisted. She spent every day with Viktor, but he revealed nothing—beyond the poorly masked coughs.

He needed this. He needed this promise of future, this promise of life. But he wouldn’t make it to that point of discovery if he kept pushing himself like he was. That was what Jayce had explained to her, translated from the doctor’s prescription of rest, rest, rest. As if that would cure a dying Viktor.

She ran her fingers along the edges of the core, feeling the cool, textured metal against the pad of her thumb. The core seemed to thrum in response, the light within it pulsing playfully. She pulled two wilting plants from a shelf beneath her, setting them on the desk on both sides of the core, and she curled into Viktor’s chair, just watching.

Stems of blue light, curious and alive, reached from inside the core, caressing the leaves of the plants until they started to bristle. Brown, papery skin became smooth, became green and waxy and full of life. The plants lifted themselves from their wilted position section by section, until two entirely different pieces of greenery sat on the desk before her.

She picked one of them up and walked it to the other side of the room, leaving the other by the core. She paced as she watched them both. She watched how the blue light burst and blew one plant apart into a sprout of black thorns. She watched how the other plant wilted again in the absence of the core’s life-giving power. It didn’t matter what life it gave—it was gone in a matter of seconds.

Or maybe mint plants were just inhospitable hosts for this power.

She sat back down, making a list in her head of new hosts to try. She hated the thought of animals, but maybe testing on sick or nearly-dead ones wouldn't be too unethical. Bugs were fair game, but their anatomy was so starkly different from a human’s that how the core affected them would be irrelevant.

It took her a moment to realize the core was still reaching, still hungry. It wrapped its light around the now lifeless tangle of black stems in a constricting, almost predatorial way. It took Y/N an even longer moment to realize it had started reaching for her. Her eyes widened, the light growing brighter before her. It took her too long—just a moment too long—to think to stand up out of its way.

It took another three hours for Viktor to find her collapsed on the floor in front of the desk, the core still pulsing on the surface.

—

Viktor told her she had lost her being-alone-in-the-lab privileges as soon as she woke up in a hospital bed, and Jayce frowned at her, as if saying how is he supposed to rest now, genius? She gave him a tight smile that said I tried my fucking best.

Before an entire non-verbal argument could play out, Mel appeared in the doorway, a soft coat wrapped around her slender frame and a vase of flowers in between her hands. “We leave you alone for an hour, Doctor, and look where you end up.”

“What can I say, I have a proficiency for poor decision making,” she said, and Mel laughed, sitting down at the end of her bed after setting the flowers on Y/N’s bedside table. She smiled at the arrangement of roses, some of them closed tight against the cold hospital air. “Thank you, Councilor,” she said. “These are lovely.”

“You’re welcome,” Mel said, before turning her eyes to Jayce. “But I’m afraid there are some matters that Councilman Talis and I need to attend to. I wish you a speedy recovery, Doctor,” she said as she stood, patting Y/N’s shin through the blankets.

Jayce mumbled a goodbye as he and Mel left together, leaving only Y/N, Viktor, and heavy silence that lingered in the air like molasses.

“I appreciate Mel’s sentiment,” she said softly, “but I hate roses.” Viktor looked up at that, watching her with wary eyes. “I don’t like how they close up.” She lifted a hand and ran a fingertip along one of the closed flowers as if to prove her point.

Her hand stilled as the petals quivered beneath her touch, before bursting open in a quick rush. Viktor stopped breathing. She drew her hand back. And then she lifted it again, reaching for another closed rose. It opened much the same, and she could hear Viktor’s sharp intake of breath.

“Find me a dead one,” she said, and it took Viktor a moment to even realize she had spoken.

“What?”

“A dead plant. Find me, uh, a dead plant, to—”

He was out of his chair and limping down the hallway before she could finish her sentence. He returned a moment later, a poor nurse hauling a browning plant in a large planter into the room.

“Beside the bed,” he said softly, and the nurse deposited it there, staring at them both expectantly. “That will be all, thank you.”

Once he left, she reached out, pressing her fingertips against one of the wilting leaves. Like mold on bread, green spread out beneath her fingers until the entire plant was living again.

“What have you done?” Viktor breathed, and she shook her head.

“I don’t—I don’t know,” she said. She looked down at her hands, the same as they were last night, and shook her head again. “I ran the same test we’ve run a million times. The plants—the plants died and withered, but the core–”

“What about the core?”

“I don’t know. It was different.”

“Different how?” He said, scooting the plant away and sitting down in the chair beside the bed. “I need you to explain it to me in detail, Y/N.”

She bristled at the sound of her first name in his accented voice. He always called her Doctor or Cole or Dr. Cole. But she didn’t have time to linger on the significance of it when he was staring intensely enough at her to make a lesser person shrink away in discomfort. But she knew this gaze—his problem-solving gaze. She just wasn’t used to being the problem he was solving.

“The plants were enough to wake it this time, but not enough to satiate it. It was hungry, and then,” she paused. “Predatorial? I saw it reaching for me, and I was just too stunned to move. And then I woke up here.”

“That’s all you remember?”

“Yes,” she said. He reached out to take her hand in his, to study it, but she pulled back. His narrowed eyes met hers. “Don’t—don’t touch me, we don’t—”

“We don’t what?” He asked slowly.

“We don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t want any… unintended side effects.” She thought about the mint plant bursting into wild black and shivered, Viktor’s face hovering in front of hers. She pressed her hands beneath her legs for safe measure.

“Yes, right,” he said. And then he was gone for a moment, returning with a pair of lamb-skin gloves dangling from his fingers. “To prevent any unintended side effects.”

—

Jayce was ecstatic when he returned to the lab later that day, explaining to Viktor’s unimpressed face how Y/N’s ability was a vital step in understanding the core. How she was fine, as the doctor’s had confirmed, and she now had the ability to bring plants to life.

“With none of that turning black and dying stuff,” he added, gesturing to the two plants now basking in the window—the vase of fully-bloomed roses and the potted plant, both still alive.

“Just like we do not understand the core,” Viktor explained, “we do not understand what it has done to Dr. Cole. We need—time.”

“Time?” Jayce said. “Weren’t you the one who said people need help now? Here’s your answer, Viktor,” he said, gesturing to Y/N as if she were a potted plant as well. “Why not take advantage of it?”

“Maybe because it is our friend and our colleague, and there is no need to put her in more danger than she has already subjected herself to,” Viktor said.

Y/N frowned—upset that she was actively being excluded from this conversation, and glad because she truly didn’t know who she sided with.

“What about you, Viktor?” Jayce continued, his voice softer. “You thought the Hexcore was the key to curing you, and now,” he looked over at her, “the key might be Y/N.”

Viktor stood, putting his weight on his cane to stand face-to-face with his partner. “Enough,” he said. “This was an unfortunate accident, an accident we still do not know the full repercussions of. Dr. Cole is not a trinket, she is not a science experiment, and I won’t treat her as such.”

Y/N stood, and they both turned their heads towards her. “I need a glass of water.”

Jayce was quick to fetch it for her, and then both men were watching her intently as she drank, eyebrows raised. She sighed.

“Jayce has a point,” she said, apologetic eyes meeting Viktor’s. “This could very well be a blessing in disguise, Viktor.”

Jayce lifted his hands in an I told you so gesture that had Viktor rolling his eyes.

“But,” she continued, and both the men’s focuses returned to her. “Viktor is right that the risks of getting ahead of ourselves right now far outweigh the potential rewards.” It was Viktor’s turn to gloat, but he just smiled softly. “We don’t know if those plants will blacken and die. It may only take longer for them to do so.”

Viktor’s smile disappeared at that, before he nodded solemnly.

“Let’s monitor your power,” he said. “We will test it on more plants, on dying animals, and we will see what becomes of them.”

“Because sickly rats are more deserving of this power than you,” Jayce said, sharp eyes on Viktor’s profile as he watched her. Viktor ignored him, crossing the room to pull a mint plant from our withering collection.

Jayce’s eyes met Y/N’s, and she shook her head. He clenched his fists and was gone in an instant, the lab door slamming behind him.

—

Viktor’s next hospital visit was less shocking than the first. And the doctor’s advice was the same. Rest, rest, rest, he told Viktor. So your inevitable death will come a little later, was the bit he forgot to add.

By the time a disheveled Jayce walked through the door to the hospital room, Y/N had fallen asleep, curled awkwardly in a chair, her head resting on the foot of the bed. The lamb-skin gloves were on her hands—as they had been for the last two weeks except for when she was curing canaries and mice and mint plants. In her foggy, half-conscious haze, she heard the tail-end of a whispered conversation, voices floating above her like light from the core, reaching desperately through the space in between.

“You have to try,” said Jayce, his voice kinder than she’d heard it in weeks. “What is there to lose?”

“Without thinking about the potential consequences for me, we don’t know what the consequences for Y/N will be,” said Viktor, her first name feeling so out of place, like a confession she wasn’t meant to hear.

“Viktor—”

“She’s been curing plants and small animals, not human beings.”

“The Hexcore never gets any weaker,” Jayce countered. “It never dims, and that same power is in Y/N. You have to trust it.”

“I don’t. Not with her life,” came Viktor’s defeated voice.

She heard shuffling as Jayce stood and felt his warm hand on her back.

“She’d never try something if you didn’t approve,” he said. “Why don’t you give her a chance to choose for herself?” He paused. “Your life matters too, Viktor.”

She fell back asleep to images of yellow eyes closing for good, hands reaching out too late, and a cough somewhere in the distance.

—

A week in the lab until his next episode. A week during which Y/N cured a cat of pneumonia, developed a minor cough which had Viktor—for lack of better terms—flipping his shit, recovered quickly, and tried to convince him to get at least five hours of sleep every night (which he didn’t).

A week until the doctor came into Viktor’s hospital room with a frown and no longer told her he should rest more. There is no more delaying it, he said with just the defeated look in his eyes.

A week until Jayce had the same argument again—only this time with her.

“He’s dying, Y/N,” said Jayce, eyes flitting to Viktor’s sleeping form. “I’m begging you to at least try.”

She watched the way Viktor’s chest rose and fell beneath the blankets—each breath a monumental effort he might not have the strength to make again. She looked back at Jayce.

“It’s his life,” she said. “And he’s right. We don’t know what will happen.”

“I know you won’t just let him die,” Jayce said. “You care for him. Much more than you care for me.” She opened her mouth to counter, but he lifted his hand. “I’m not offended, Y/N. I only ask you to do what you’ve been wanting to do since the moment you made that rose bloom.”

He departed soon after that, muttering something about council business and leaving a kiss on her hairline, as if he was trying to transfer the will to cure him into her.

Viktor was right. Every test they had done had been successful, but they still didn’t know the long-term side effects—on her patients and on her. Viktor understood the ethics of research and nothing would make him flinch from that, not in a way that might hurt someone else. She understood that, truly she did.

But Jayce was right in a more pressing way. They didn’t have years to understand this ability. They had another month, if they were lucky. Viktor was dying anyway, and he would undoubtedly die if she sat here and did nothing. He deserved a chance, no matter how much he said he didn’t want it. And she was the only one who could give it to him.

She scooted her chair towards Viktor until there was no room left between it and the bed. She peeled off the lamb-skin gloves slowly, setting them on the bedside table. She stayed like that for a while, hands suspended in the air above his sleeping form, taking slow breaths in and out. She only shifted to wipe the tears that had started to trickle down her face.

“Viktor,” she breathed. His eyelids shifted, but he made no other movement. She started reaching for the gloves again, picturing his anger when he woke up, anger she never wanted directed at her. She stalled when she thought about him not waking up at all. The anger was preferable, she decided, fingers reaching for his face.

She felt static shock run through her body as her fingertips grazed his cheek. His eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned into her touch. Her other hand reached for his, twining their fingers together until her knuckles were colorless. When his eyes stilled again, she brought her other hand to his, pressing his hand between her palms and bringing it up to her face, planting kisses along his knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” she said into his skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

She fell asleep with her head against their tangle of hands.

—

She woke to an empty hospital bed, her cheek resting against the mussed-up blankets.

In her half-consciousness, she thought Viktor must have died in the night, and they’d already hauled away his body. She stood quickly, blood-rushing to her head and sending her on a quick trip to the floor, knees colliding with the cool stone. She cursed, suddenly conscious enough to realize they would have woken her if her dearest friend had passed on in his sleep. But the question remained: where was he? She stood, the action taking much more effort than usual, and stepped into the hall.

“Excuse me,” she said, stopping a nurse as she passed by. “Do you know where Viktor went?” she asked, gesturing to the empty bed behind her.

“He was discharged early this morning,” she said.

“Discharged? He was the sickest he’s ever been. How was he discharged?”

“The doctors are still trying to puzzle it out,” she shrugged. “But he was perfectly fine when he woke up. Left in a rush.”

Y/N stared open-mouthed and dumbfounded at the nurse as the truth dawned on her. The nurse lingered for a moment—most likely concerned by her notable absence of reaction—before continuing on her way. She stood in the doorway, completely motionless, as she realized what she’d done.

She cured him.

It worked.

Jayce was right.

She grabbed the gloves from the table and left, going to the one place she knew he’d be.

The lab was a mess when she got there, notes ripped from journals and scattered along table tops, pieces of hextech dangerously littered about the room. He looked like a mad scientist sitting in the middle of all of it—the mad scientist she had first met, with color in his cheeks and a light in his eyes she couldn’t believe had ever been gone.

But then those eyes turned on her, and the light became fire.

“What have you done?” He said, standing up on his cane and closing the distance between them.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was small, much smaller than she wished it to be.

“You don’t know?” He said, throwing his arms in the air. “Of course you do not! How can you? But luckily for you, I can enlighten you.” He paused, turning away from her. He ran a hand down his face as he considered how to continue. “You have cured me, Y/N,” he said eventually, barely looking over his shoulder at her. “I can breathe, I can walk about without nearly fainting, I can live.” He looked at her, and she found no gratitude in his eyes. “What did Jayce say to you? You said you would do nothing without my wish for you to do so. And I did not wish this.”

“Why?” she said, taking a step towards him. When he turned his face and refused to meet her eyes, she shook her head. “Maybe you had accepted your death, but I hadn’t. You were living on borrowed time, Viktor. Every trip to the hospital was one trip closer to your last, and I couldn’t watch you die. I couldn’t watch you let yourself not die, not when I have this.” She lifted her hands, and he finally looked at her, grimacing. “You said our work could help people, and I have just proven that it can, we—we should be celebrating, you bastard,” she said, her voice growing thinner. She took in a shaky breath. “You should be thanking me, you should—” She groaned, clenching her fists in an effort to slow the painful race of her heart. She sighed. “I don’t know why you were so happy to die, Viktor. But you deserve a chance. And I was the only one who could give it to you.”

“It was not your right,” he said slowly.

“I don’t care!” she said, throwing her arms up in the air. “You’re alive, Viktor! You’ll live for years and years to come; who gives a fuck who has the right? I wasn’t going to give you the right to die.”

He grunted and turned  away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just–I need a moment,” he said. She scoffed.

“Take a lifetime, Viktor,” she said, the door slamming shut behind her.

—

When Jayce heard the news, he was knocking on her apartment door (after visiting a moody Viktor, of course). He crushed her in a hug before she could say hello, lifting her off the ground and twirling her through the air like a ragdoll.

“It worked!” He said, setting her back down with his hands on the tops of her arms. “I told you it would!”

She stepped out of his grasp, walking further into her apartment. “But Viktor—”

“He’ll come around,” Jayce said, following her. “I know he will; he’s just mad he can’t be so morbid all the time now.”

She nodded, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. “Tea?”

Jayce smiled, pulling out a chair at her breakfast table. “You know me so well, Doctor.”

She sat down across from him a minute later, two cups of chamomile between them.

“I’m just—” Jayce started, his eyes fixated on something outside the window. “I’m just so relieved. For so long, we couldn’t do what we love. Everything was about Viktor getting better, as it should have been, and now—” He smiled. “—Now we go back to how it always was.”

She nodded, taking another sip of her tea. She nearly spilled it when a cough immediately ripped through her throat, followed by another cough, and another.

“You alright?” Jayce asked, setting down his cup and reaching a hesitant hand towards her.

“Wrong pipe,” she wheezed, standing up from her seat and clutching a hand to her chest. Jayce stood as well, hands hovering in front of him as if he didn’t know what to do.

“Doctor—”

“I’m fine,” she managed, walking to the sink and cupping her hands beneath the faucet, drinking mouthfuls of cold water.

“I don’t know if that’s going to—”

The water came back up immediately, followed by her breakfast as she emptied her stomach into the sink. Jayce was there, hands on her back as she continued to heave. “I’m fine,” she said again, although she didn’t think either of them believed it.

“You’re fine,” Jayce repeated, his hands going still on her back. “You just need to lay down, okay?” She nodded, following Jayce as he opened the door to her bedroom, peeling back the covers on her bed. He covered her up as soon as she crawled onto the mattress, closing the door and speaking a quiet feel better over her faint coughs.

—

“She needs a hospital,” said a hazy voice as she woke.

“I’m certain it’s just a minor cold or something,” replied a voice she recognized, Jayce’s face coming into view above her as she flitted my eyes open.

“Minor colds don’t have people vomiting and losing consciousness, Councilor.”

“She didn’t—”

She coughed as she woke, and both Jayce and—as she now recognized him—Dr. Haymin, Viktor’s physician, turned their focus on her.

“Dr. Cole, how are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she croaked out, clearing her throat at the sound of her voice and pushing her covers off. It was too hot. She was too hot. “Where’s Viktor?” she asked in her half-consciousness, knowing the last time she’d seen these two men in a room, there had been a third.

“At the lab,” Jayce said after a beat of silence. “I didn’t—he doesn’t need to worry. Right, Doctor?”

Dr. Haymin ignored him, speaking to Y/N instead. “I was just telling Councilor Talis how it might be safest for you in a hospital right now, just while we figure out what’s going on.”

She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“Dr. Cole—”

“I just needed a bit of rest,” she said, standing and pushing past them into her kitchen. They followed her as she pulled a glass from her cupboard and filled it with water, taking slow, steady sips.

“I’ll stay with her for now, Dr. Haymin,” Jayce said. “If there are any further complications, I’ll take her to the hospital, alright?”

Dr. Haymin looked hesitantly between them before letting out a long sigh. “I want you both to know that in my professional opinion, she should be in a hospital right this minute.”

“I understand,” said Jayce.

Dr. Haymin left with a laundry list of symptoms to look out for, mentioning something about Y/N’s fingers turning blue as Jayce closed the door in his face.

“Alright,” said Jayce, walking back into the kitchen. “So, you’re fine?”

She nodded.

“Great. I’m late for official council business. I’ll come back around dinner time to check back on you. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” she said, lifting her glass in his direction as he quickly followed in Dr. Haymin’s steps.

—

“I just wanted to apologize, even though my reaction was completely warranted and your behavior was—no, no,” Viktor mumbled to himself, hovering in the hallway outside her apartment. “The way I spoke to you was unacceptable, and I just wanted to apologize. I am obviously still infuriated at you, but I respect you, and I should have shown that, despite your complete dismissal of my autonomy and—no, no, no, no, shit.” He let out a deep breath. “Y/N, I want to be alive, I am happy I am alive, and I am sorry. I know you did what you did out of the goodness of your heart, and I am not mad at you, only at your recklessness—the recklessness Jayce inspired. I’m sorry for yelling, and I hope you can forgive me.”

He nodded sharply to himself before taking the final step to her door and knocking twice. When the seconds ticked by with no answer, he knocked again. “Dr. Cole?” He called. “It’s me, uh, Viktor. I understand if you do not wish to speak with me, but I promise I am not here to fight.” He paused, waiting for her to yell back from the other side telling him to go fuck himself. But there was nothing. “Dr. Cole?”

He tried the handle, and to his surprise, it gave, the door swinging open before him. “Dr. Cole?” He called again, stepping into her sunlit apartment. “Are you here?” Once he passed the threshold, he saw her, collapsed in a heap in front of her kitchen counter.

“Y/N!” He rushed towards her, leaning his cane against the counter and crouching down beside her body, his hand on her back rising with a shaky breath that had him sighing in relief. “Y/N, wake up,” he said softly, turning her over onto her back. His hands stilled at the sight of blood dried along her upper lip, one stream still tacky from her right nostril. “Y/N.” He shook her shoulder, perhaps a little rougher than he’d intended, and she coughed, her eyes flitting open and then squinting shut again at the brightness in the room. “Y/N, what happened?” He asked, the quiver in his voice telling them both that he already had a hypothesis.

“Viktor?” She said, opening her eyes halfway, and he opened his mouth to respond before she was overtaken with a fit of coughs, curling into herself and pressing her mouth into her elbow. “I’m–” cough “fine—” cough “I promise.”

He didn’t respond, he simply took a hold of her hand, straightening out the arm she had been coughing into and peering down at her elbow.

The white fabric was bright red—red like roses, like the roses still blooming in the lab window.

He didn’t even have the strength for another what have you done. He just squeezed his hand tightly around hers and closed his eyes.

“Viktor?”

He was silent for a long while before he responded with a broken sob, his other hand coming up to cover his face as he cried openly. Y/N sat up, wrapping her arm around his back and pulling him into her, their hands still locked together between them.

“I’ll be fine,” she whispered into his shoulder, which only made him cry harder.

“This was not your disease to live with,” he said, pulling back to look at her and speaking aloud what they had both realized by now. “To—to die—”

“Hey,” she said, hand coming up to cradle the side of his face. “It wasn’t yours either. No one deserves this, but I–I am carrying it now, so, just—let it be, okay?”

“I–I should have seen this. You were dehydrated all the time from the plants, and your cough from the-the cat—”

She dipped her head, forcing him to meet her eyes.

“Viktor,” she breathed. “I wouldn’t take it back.”

“I wouldn’t have let you do it,” he said, not in anger, but in a remorse so heavy she didn’t know how he carried it on his own.

She turned away to cough again, and Viktor couldn’t find the strength to yell at her for this. Jayce, he would obliterate the next time he saw him, but not her.

“We should probably get you to a hospital,” he said instead, and she sighed once the coughing fit subsided.

“They can’t–they can’t do anything,” she said softly. “I think I’d just prefer to be here.”

He frowned, but said nothing. Instead, he helped her up and guided her to her bedroom, peeling back the covers much like Jayce had earlier that morning. Except Viktor stayed, pulling an armchair to the side of her bed and sinking into it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” she said through a yawn, pulling the covers up to her chin.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N,” he replied, and she closed her eyes. “I’ll find a way to fix this,” he added, but she had already drifted off.

—

He brought Y/N back to the lab as soon as she was rested enough, and she sat on the bench by the window as he worked, resting her head against the glass. When Jayce arrived a few hours later, he was surprised to see them both there, and at the way Viktor tensed at his friend’s cheery hello, she stood and decided to use this opportune moment to use the bathroom. When she came back there was still muffled yelling through the door and she waited outside, wanting nothing to do with this conflict—even if, in a way, she had caused it. Jayce burst into the hallway a few moments later his eyes wide and red-rimmed.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. If I had known, I would never—”

“It’s okay, Jayce,” she said, resting her hands on his arms. “We both wanted what was best for him.”

“But, I-I left you,” he choked out in a whisper that made her realize he had definitely not told Viktor that part. “I really believed you were fine, or maybe I was just in denial, I—”

“Hey,” she cut him off. “It’s happened and we can’t take it back. I’m at peace with it, okay? Anything you think you’ve done wrong, I forgive you for.”

Jayce pulled her into him, crushing her in a hug, his chin resting on the top of her head. “I’m still sorry,” he said. She pulled back and smiled at him, before taking a step back towards the door. Jayce took a step in the other direction, faltering for a second as he watched her disappear into the lab.

—

For four hours—maybe five—Viktor tossed theories and possible cures at her, most of which she had already researched herself when Viktor was sick. She explained the downsides, the impossibilities, the potential of rumfish oil, if strained properly. But Viktor had more and more ideas. For every hypothesis she countered, he had another one ready, each more desperate and mad than the last.

“Viktor,” she finally said, cutting off his long-winded explanation of an incident involving tempar eels and a woman cured of heart palpitations. “Can we—save this for tomorrow? I’m tired. I don’t know how you were working all the time, because I’m just—drained. I’d like to have dinner and go to bed, if that’s okay.”

Viktor paused, before nodding slowly. “Of course. I’ll walk you to your room.”

She pulled a jar of soup out of her cabinet once they got back to her apartment, Viktor grabbing a pot and placing it on the stove without a thought. She tried to open the jar, her fingers straining against the lid, but she couldn’t get it to budge. Viktor noticed and quietly came up behind her, reaching out his hands.

“I got it,” she insisted, trying again. And again. Why was this happening? She was young and strong, and she’d never had trouble opening a goddamn jar of soup.

“Y/N, let me—”

“I got it,” she said, sharper than she intended. The shock of her outburst made all anger and spite and will drain out of her quickly, and she slumped, placing the jar in Viktor’s outstretched hands. He turned away towards the stove, and she didn’t even see him open it, but she heard the sound of the liquid filling the pot.

“Sorry.”

“No need for apologies, Dr. Cole,” he said.

Dr. Cole. What happened that he couldn’t call her by her first name, the name she’d grown accustomed to hearing from him? What sort of distance did he need? What sort of space was he trying to restore? Maybe before he had distanced himself because he knew any connection wouldn’t last, that soon enough he’d be dead. And now he knew that soon enough she’d be dead in his place. Dr. Cole, Dr. Cole, Dr. Cole. Both a cruelty and a mercy.

“Where are your bowls?”

She pulled two bowls from the cabinet beside her and walked over to the stove, ignoring his raised eyebrows at the second one. He didn’t protest though, pouring soup into both bowls until the pot was empty.

“Tell me what you’ll do,” she said as he washed their bowls in the sink a little later, the soup resting heavy in their stomachs.

“What?”

“With all this time, this life—what will you do?”

For a moment, she thought he hadn’t heard her, but eventually he turned off the sink, placing the bowls on a towel to dry and turned back towards her.

“I’d had a lot of time to think about how I wanted to die, Dr. Cole,” he said softly. “I didn’t ever consider how I wanted to live.”

“Well consider it now,” she said. “Consider Viktor at forty, at fifty, at seventy-five. What are you doing?”

“Sailing west,” he said almost instantly. “Buying a house on some island in the Morian sea.”

“So you have thought about it.”

He hummed, crossing the kitchen to sit down at the table.

“Would you stay there all year? Or just in the summers?” she asked, sitting down opposite him.

“All year,” he said. “Jayce could send me his theories, and I could send him mine, but I’d never have to hear about the political plights of Piltover. Because this is of course after I have provided plentiful resources to the undercity, and worked tirelessly to erase the stigma surrounding its residents.”

“Of course,” she said. “Any children?”

“Three daughters,” he said, and she chuckled at his certainty. “Alexandra is the oldest, named for her grandmother. And then there’s Danika in the middle, and the youngest, Y/N, named after her—”

Silence swallowed everything around us, enough for the sound of children laughing and beach waves hitting the shore to rise in my mind. A small, curly-haired girl, named for her mother, smiling in my direction. Three children clinging to their father’s arms.

“After her father’s most stubborn employee?”

After another beat of silence, she reached for his hand across the table.

“It was never meant for us, either way,” she said, and he met her eyes. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he said. “Not when I’m the one living to grieve it.”

“Thought you had secured the easy way out, huh?” At her words, he met her eyes with alarm, his gaze quickly softening at the mischief he found there.

“I was counting on it,” he said.

“Well, that’s awfully rude of you,” she said. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you ladies first?”

He smiled, but something flickered out in his eyes. “Let’s not joke about this.” She nodded, and he stood, offering her his hand. “Bed?”

“Bed,” she confirmed, following him to her bedroom and climbing under the covers. He turned to leave and something clenched in her chest. “Viktor?”

He paused. She considered the distance, the Dr. Coles he had given her when he knew he was dying, when he knew any affection he offered would ultimately be ripped away. She thought of his admission, of the future he saw, and the present he had sacrificed selflessly. She thought of how truly good he was, and how she needed to be good too, how she couldn’t ask anything of him, not now. But she didn’t need to, apparently.

He had kicked off his shoes and propped his cane against the nightstand before she asked the question, slipping under the covers without a word.

“You don’t have to—”

“Have me, if you will,” he said, his eyes already closing. As if sightlessly sensing the guilt wracking her face, he continued, “It isn’t selfish, Y/N.” He opened his eyes. “I’ll take any time you’ll give me.”

And so she rolled over and went to sleep.

—

The time she could give him was a month, probably less, according to Dr. Haymin. Viktor had forced her to go to the hospital the next morning—just to see where we stand—and she felt better, oddly, knowing exactly what she had left.

They spent the day at the harbor, and she bought Viktor his first street kebab, laughing at the way he gingerly plucked half-cooked meat from the stick and eyed it with distrust. Y/N spent the night in bed, Viktor spent it in the lab. Jayce and Mel visited her the next day, and Mel brought a bouquet of tulips this time, leaving them on the kitchen table for Viktor to find when he reappeared in her apartment around lunchtime. The circles beneath his eyes and the tired lift of his smile told her he hadn’t found the miracle he’d been looking for. He took her to the art museum, and sat on a bench in the main gallery with her for an hour when she was too tired to keep walking. She invented backstories for all the characters in the portraits, spun creation myths for the landscapes, and Viktor listened. When she fell asleep on his shoulder, he asked an employee if they had a wheelchair available, and then he took her back home. When she crawled into bed, she told him she couldn’t remember where they had been, and he regaled to her her own story of how a fairy grew tired of the nightime and smashed together a thousand stars to make the sun, and that’s what Dialucci could paint the sunrise. She went to sleep, and Viktor stayed with her.

The next morning, she couldn’t get out of bed.

Two mornings after that, she couldn’t keep down any food he tried to give her, and he asked Dr. Haymin to come see her again.

“You have days,” he told Viktor outside her room. “In truth, she could go at any moment.”

“Will you smash some more stars together to make another sun?” She asked when Viktor came back inside her bedroom, the sound of Dr. Haymin closing the front door barely audible. “So it’s daytime for the rest of my life?”

“I’ll do my best.”

She sat up, leaning back against the pillows at the headboard and patted the space before her, beckoning him to sit. He did. “Even if it will dry up the atmosphere and slowly burn the earth to a crisp?”

“Even then.”

She smiled, closing her eyes. “What did he say?”

He scooted back until he was leaning against the pillows as well, opening his arms for her to fall into.

“I’ll name the second sun after you,” he said.

“Okay,” she breathed. “But if it starts killing everybody, rename it.”

He laughed, squeezing his arms tighter around her, letting the silence envelop them both, peaceful and kind for once. “I know you won’t accept an apology,” he said eventually, “But I want to give it nonetheless.”

“Who said I wouldn’t accept an apology?” She pulled back to look at him and he raised his brows. “It all depends on the delivery.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Won’t cut it,” she said, shaking her head.

“You deserved better?”

“Not it.”

“I’ll miss you?”

“Not quite.”

“I love you?”

She paused. “Getting close.”

He lifted his hand, using his finger to brush her hair out of her eyes. When she closed them, he leaned down, the tips of their noses brushing, their breaths meeting in the middle. She was the one to close the distance, but he was the one to kiss her, to press every unspoken thing into her mouth for safekeeping, to take with her wherever she’d go. When she pulled away, there were tears in both their eyes, and her voice cracked when she quietly said, “Apology accepted.”

When Viktor woke up the next morning, the skin of her arm was growing rapidly cold beneath his fingertips, the first rays of light from the one and only sun illuminating the blue-gray color beneath her complexion. He kissed her forehead, and the tip of her nose, and her lips, and her cheek, and her eyelids. “I forgive you too,” he said, her body falling limp against the sheets as he got up.

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[caitlinsnicket]

Smut prompt 79 + Viktor (arcane) 👀

most people would think that viktor is a shy man, too embarassed to actually do anything sexual. these people couldn't be more wrong. he's teasing, bold, and daring, going as far as touching you in front of the whole council without them noticing, a smug smile on his face.

now for example, his hand has sneaked itself on the back of your dress, his fingers swiftly teasing your soaking cunt, his face emotionless. you, on the other hand, was fighting against your own voice and nerves, trying not to crumble in front of everyone.

he barely moved, his fingers doing all the work for him.

after bringing you to the edge more than once, he completely removed himself from inside of you, your messy cunt clenching around nothing.

before you could even react, he inserted his wet fingers inside his mouth, liking them clean. a shiver ran through you. he whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

"you taste like fucking candy"

so, no, viktor wasn't shy. he was a fucking whore.

and you loved it.

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[lyomeii]

As a young orphan from the streets of the Undercity, your life isn’t the easiest, surviving isn’t the life you asked to have, but you are not giving up. So you try your best to not get beaten by the older children, looking for odd jobs to gain enough money for the bread of the day and the most important, to see the next day.

That’s until, you were found by a man, Vander, who without thinking, took you in as his child and there, in his bar, you met your new siblings. Mylo and Claggor, two older boy who didn’t even meet you that much, but still act as if you were there, becoming a little overprotective of you, after all, you are small compared to them.

Later, you meet the blue haired girl, Powder, a girl of the same height as you, if not a little taller, someone who you quickly click together. Her clumsy and curiosity matching with your fierceness and courage, you become an unstoppable duo, easily recognized by the entire city as two adorable and bubbly children looking to see everything and learn anything.

But you also met the older sister, Vi, someone taller than the two boys and full of courage and determination while her pink hair flow as she fights. You have to admit, she is your role model and everything you wish to become, and that’s why you ask for learn how to fight with her.

Spending time with you new family is something that you never imagined to experience, a little of peace in such dangerous city is a dream coming true, however , life in the Undercity isn’t the easiest, and you once again realize that.

Hearing of the heist, you tried to talk with Powder and the others, but none of them told you what occurred in Piltover, nor Valter who knew what happened, leaving you in the dark, saying that is too dangerous for someone so young like you.

Unfortunately, you did gain some idea of what took place in Piltover when seeing multiple enforcers walking around the city, one of them, a young man who walked along with the leader, even gave you a little bag of money, advising you to escape from the city before getting worse.

And you ignored the advice, but kept the money and gave it to some homeless people you saw through the streets in the poorest area of the Undercity. Without noticing, you catch the attention of a man. The man, whose name you learned to be Silco, asked your intentions on such a dangerous area and in fear, you replied to him in hope to go back to the bar, his red eyes watched you run away from him as quickly as possible.

Few days passed and only got worse, Vi was going to turning herself for whatever crime she did in Piltover but Valter stopped, and was take away instead, and still, you had no ideas what is happening, not even Powder who was left behind didn’t speak a about the situation and you want to search for everyone, just to find the enforcers bodies full of cuts and hearing sounds of fights coming from a barn, you went to there without thinking.

Arriving at the scene, you find everything you didn’t want to see, both Claggor’s and Mylo’s bodies, the barn on fire and the sisters away from each other.

Your legs start running, way faster than you did while escaping from the bullies. While your eyes couldn’t process your view, and you barely care about the adults who try to talk with you, your legs only stopped when you were far from the Undercity, noticing that you were in the bridge who separated both city.

The bright blue sky amazed you, contrasting with the dark greenish ceiling from Zaun. The fluff clouds up in the sky is a sweet view, making you forget about the terrible event that you experienced a few hours ago for a few moments. Being impressed by the scenery, you didn’t even notice the man approaching you.

“ Kid!” a voice called her, but not loud enough to wake the child from her mind, neither to notice the man approaching her, “ Are you doing?” with his cane, the young man slowly walk closer to the child, who finally notice his presence.

In complete silence, the small kid took a closer look to the man in front of her. A man not much older than thirty with amber eyes and messy chocolate hair that match his scrawny figure, but what truly called their attention is the cane he holds, why someone so young need one?

Recalling the man’s question, the child finally answered him, “… I don’t know…” remembering the events made their heart and mind retrace the feelings of what she witnessed, making her eyes full of tears and going back to sobbing.

Sudden, his touches in your shoulders develop into a hug, an awkwardly but caring enough to calm you down in a such delicate moment as this one, maybe when you stop crying, you will be able to tell Viktor what exactly happened.

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