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So after a recent Big Move™️, I’ve finally gotten my household goods delivered to my new home. WOOT WOOT.
And as I pulled out some baking/muffin pans, I thought
Damn. I’d like to think I’d be rough and tough and a “don’t look at me wrong or I’ll punt your ass over a high-rise” sort of girl boss in the Arcane world.
But realistically all I want is to bake some treats for Sev and Ran. Make sure they’re eating good. Dust off and adjust their collar before they head out on a mission/task or to a meeting or whatever. Pack them little snacks or lunchboxes. Pretend to not be fussy over them since I also have my own work but actually unintentionally show ✨affection✨. Give them a goodbye kith. Be a lil Susie-homemaker in denial.
Also this moonshine is kind of hitting hard send help
OMG congrats on the big move! I still remember my first big move! Exciting (and exhausting)! Hopefully you're past the exhausting part and slipping into chill mode.
Hard same on thinking I'd be a kick ass girl boss in Arcane but really just wanna be Sev and Ran's little Honey homemaker. 🤓
Some silly, cute, fluffy thoughts inspired by this below the cut. SFW believe it or not.
Fussing over them and packing them lil snacks and lunches sounds like a dream! 🤩 Gosh, just imagine packing them both a little paper sack lunch for the first time. They just give you a look like "Seriously? What am I, 8?" Meanwhile you're just smiling at them adoringly.
Maybe they both sit with the rest of Silco's cronies come lunch time. They're already feeling ridiculous carrying they're matching paper sack lunches, but they're just assuming it's gonna be some lame old bologna sandwiches and stale leftover chips from the last Jericho's dinner.
They simultaneously open their bags to pull out not just any old sandwich, rather it's the freshest looking bread they've ever seen, holding equally fresh greens, meats, and cheeses. And best worst of all, you'd used cookie cutters to cut them into heart shapes. Sevika and Ran exchange glances, brows raised. They both set the sandwiches down, behind their bags, hoping to hide them from the rest of the gang, only to pull out more incriminating lunchables. Several slices of pineapple, cut into disgustingly cute little stars. Then comes the veggies, cause of course you made sure their lunches were a complete balance of nutrition. Chubby little baby carrots arranged on a thick homemade hummus in a flower design. One little cherry tomato decorates the center.
The coup de grâce to their humiliation? Custom, tiny cupcakes decorated in bright pink, red, and purple icing and bedazzled with heart shaped sprinkles of the same colors.
Another exchange of glances, cheeks flushed, then eyes averted downward. Neither dare make eye contact with anyone else at the table. Not that any of them would dare to even so much as snicker at Silco's second in command or top assassin. Not if they valued their life.
So Sevika and Ran consume their entirely too cute lunch in silence. It's an uncomfortable one, but deep down, beneath those hard exteriors, their hearts swell with pride and joy. They have someone like you- who cares so much- to so lovingly select, create, and craft the sweetest of lunches. And just for them. ♥️
Sending help ASAP! (It's just me in a box with holes so I can 'help' you finish off that moonshine)
Also, every time you send me something ISTG I get such a strong itch to write my poly Sev x Reader x Ran fic. I will some day. (Still anxiously patiently waiting for your writing too! <3)
#arcane#sevika#Ran#sevika x reader#ran x reader#arcane sevika#arcane ran#arcane sevika x reader#arcane ran x reader#honey writes#honey answers#greatermaguro#greatest maguro#😁
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please could i request general ran headcanons with an s/o? maybe both sfw and nsfw👀
Ran Hc’s ❥
Requested ⇢ Yes/No
Type ⇢ Hc’s ❥
𝗦𝗙𝗪 ⇰
At least they try to be
Ran is an absolute amazing lover
Very overprotective of you. Especially around Silco.
You can never not be anywhere alone without them.
Oh they’re playing a billiard game? You’re right there like a lost dog to its owner.
Similar to Sevika but maybe a little more protective than she is mainly because of who they hand around with.
They let you pick out decorations or even rings for their mechanical hand
Ran loves jewlery. Because of this, every other month or week they’re gifting you a pair of nice shiny earring or even a matching set of rings.
Ran had a horrible habit of jealousy.
It could either go two ways. They’ll either have you on they’re hip 24/7 and have a stinky attitude or would give you or anyone the silent treatment, which you hated.
But it always leads to great sex so you never complain.
They talk a lot about you to Dustin.
They’re just so infatuated with you, they genuinely think that you’re the one.
You can have simple conversations with them but they some how less to obnoxious flirting.
Ran is actually extremely funny.
They make comments under their breath and pretend to not have said a thing. The most annoying thing ever.
𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪⇰
You know what they say about the quiet ones.
Ran has a thing for including knives in your sex life.
They’ll have you bite down on the back of blade while overstimulating you.
Ran was never one for role play but one night you surprised them with a sexy nurse costume and since then they haven’t been able to keep their hands off you
Doesn’t care if your in public or not they’re going to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to
Whenever they fuck you with the strap, it’s like a feeling of euphoria for them.
Ran likes edging you.
It’s like a “Stay where you belong” sort of move to them
Ran really likes the idea of you being completely naked and at their mercy while their fully clothed.
Because their so quiet, they can get away with a lot of shit. That includes toying with you while their waiting for their next round in billiards
You’ll be sitting next to them or even on their lap and they’ll make their way inside your pants, teasing your clothed area and getting you all hot and bother before actually making a move
But by that time it’s already a new round.
So now your just sitting pretty, and horny while they play with that stupid smirk.
note: i’ve been out of it lately
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Arcane characters with a Gothic s/o (mostly female reader) chubby reader
Vi:
I think she loves the style will differently show you off would ask you to make her look like you from the make up to the clothes thinks it's hot would call you red velvet cake loves how your willing to stand out and show what you love with your style
Sevika:
Don't care to much she will love you for you is proud that your proud of yourself and will make it buy you what reminds her of you loves the clothes that are reveling she loves seeing your curves
Ran:
you and ran a match had in heaven you would share lipstick nail polish so on they would love to do your make up and help dye your hair if you dye it will make you cute bracelets with your favorite colors would definitely watch nightmare before Christmas, corps bride and similar movies with you at your apartment you live in Piltover so they would come over at night to cuddle with you you keep all the cute things they made for you and wear them
I was able to do more for ran because they seem to be easy for something like this if you have any ideas let me know sorry if I don't do anyone you had in mind it's almost 12 in the morning and my eyes are killing me love ya baby bats
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Anon may not be flirting but I am tf, my partner and I are tryna kiss you Angel 😏 consensually ofc
nah im jp (or am i~) but this leads me into my ask
reader in a throuple with ran and sevika
i read 'throuple with ran and sev' and i passed out and died and was resurrected by sappho herself to make this happen
men and minors dni
okay but imagine you walk into the last drop and ran and sev have been dating for a bit and they see you and come up to you and ran's like 'hey, me and my gf saw you from across the bar and we really dig your vibe' lasjdf;laksjdf;lkj i'd pass out
you and ran would constantly be playing practical jokes on sevika. one of you distracting her with kisses while the other ties her shoelaces together, or both of you answering to each other's names when she calls.
you and sevika would tease ran sexually all. the. time. they're a little feral. so you and sevika kissing in front of them, or groping each other, or even just fondling each other, it drives ran fucking crazy.
sevika and ran would tease you non fucking stop. about everything. the way you chew, if you mispronounce words, sometimes even the way you breathe. you just roll your eyes and bite back the smile threatening to pull up your lips at the sound of your lovers' laughs.
(of course, if anyone else tries to poke fun at you in the same way, they better be prepared for Two Death Glares from your gf and partner-- and then maybe actual death ajsal;sdjlk)
hng, sevika making you and ran make out in bed while she watches?
and you guys get so into it you kinda forget sev's even there until she rips you guys apart and pins one of you to the bed to fuck you, making the other ride their face??
fuckkkkk... getting spitroasted by the two of them
they'd be so into making a mess of you. a lot of times, sex is just sevika and ran competing to see who can make you moan louder.
sevika walking between the two of you, one of her hands in each of your back pockets, a smirk on her lips
you and ran getting into mischief together, then running to your Scary Girlfriend to protect you when someone calls you out on it.
of course, sevika intimidates the fuck outta whoever you pissed off, but then once they leave she just rolls her eyes and glares at the two of you giggling.
constant bickering between sevika and ran because they're both so strong-headed and stubborn. not actual arguments, just little spats and petty disagreements that you have to settle.(you usually settle it by just flashing the two of them. it shuts them both up pretty quickly)
ran and sev bonding over their mech arms and you feel left out :( asking them to chop one of your limbs off so you can fit in and they just laugh at you
having to have a california king sized bed to comfortably fit the three of you (and sevika's giant ass)
ran does all the finances in the house. sevika does the cooking, you do the chores.
but small things like dishes and laundry-- that's on a rotating schedule. (ran always tries to get out of their chores. bribing you and sev with head or money or snacks. sevika will catch you doing laundry on ran's day and snort, 'they got to you, huh?' she asks. you nod. 'i don't think they've done laundry in two weeks now.' she says, shaking her head with a fond smile.)
you and ran make sevika laugh more, you guys make her a whole lot happier. you and sevika bring out ran's wild side, they feel safe enough around the two of you to be completely wild and feral. and, of course, ran and sevika let you be as unapologeticly yourself, not worried about anyone's reaction when you've got two of the strongest mfs in zaun by your side.
god i have a million thoughts about this.
also! be sure to check out @abitohoney's submit! the newest part is a ran/sev/reader threesome. it's so fucking good and hot holy fuck.
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Do I wanna know?
(insert angst)
5:40 pm
"Hey baby just wanna check in to see if your okay, xoxo"
8:01 pm
"Hello babyy I miss you, you busy?"
8:56 pm
"U seem busy today. Can't wait to see u tomorrow mwa"
10:45 pm
"Hello just had dinner hope u your okay"
11:57 pm
"Going to sleep now baby"
Nothing is more worst than hoping, your eyes tears up as you scroll thru your messages. a thousands voices went to your head.
ninety-nine problems and you're the only solution, voices stop when you hold me tight, I feel happy when you're there and when you're there I feel so much safer and happier.
Is one reply so hard for you? or just making time for me is worst for u?
I miss you and not just you I missed the old you. I miss your energy when u see me, I miss how u treat me, How u message me, how u look at me and talk to me.
You let out a big breath away thinking what would happend when u just stop everything about him...
will he miss u? will he look for you?
is he gonna come back to you?
#aot x reader#xreader#x reader#levi x reader#levi ackerman#levi aot#anime x reader#levi#levi ackerman x reader#arcane fics#fanfic#tokyorev x reader#mikey x reader#ran x reader#rindou x reader#haikyuu x reader#kageyama x reader#tsukkishima kei#tsukishima x reader#jjk anime#anime fanfic#jjk imagines#jjk x reader
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My Lovers Hate Each Other (Vi x Reader x Sevika) - 1
Part One - Getting with Sevika
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Final Part
Warning: Polyamorous Relationship, misogynistic asshole at the Drop, broken bones, fighting, breakups, alcohol, swearing and rowdy behavior
Summary: You’re the bartender and owner of The Last Drop. You run it with pride and your customers have come to respect you. With you behind the bar, that puts you into regular contact with Sevika and you end up crushing on her.
Author Note: Surprise! I’m posting it early!
You slide a beer down the bar to one of your regulars with a wink. He grins at you and raises his glass in a silent salute before taking a big drink from it. You were extremely busy since it was singles night and all of the single and looking people of Zaun were here to mingle. The themed nights were courtesy of Powder who thought it might keep the place interesting. So, once a week, there was a new themed night to keep morale high in the club.
Your regulars didn’t care about themed nights, only coming in for their fix of alcohol and friendly conversation. Some came in just to talk with you and gather information before scurrying off. Being the owner and bartender of the most popular nightclub and bar kept you well informed. People tended to spill more than necessary when they had a few drinks in their system. On the other hand, some people became quite nasty when they drank.
Thankfully, you haven’t had to deal with any nasty customers yet. The night was just getting started, but you knew you might have one or two later. Singles night tended to bring forward some men and women that should remain single. They liked to take their dating frustrations out on you when it didn’t go to plan.
“Oi! Y/n!” Ran shouts at you, “Are you forgetting someone?” You snort as you hand someone their drink.
“Thanks for asking, but I haven’t forgotten anyone!” You jokingly call back, making your regulars laugh. You pick up an empty glass and stop in front of them. Ran loved to tease you when you were working, if she couldn’t annoy Sevika. Your eyes scan the crowd looking for the woman, but you don’t see her. ‘She’s probably in one of the alcoves towards the back. I wouldn’t be able to see her from here.’
“What can I get you?” You smile at Ran, “Manners, dignity… a new haircut perhaps?”
“A gin and tonic would be preferable.” Ran grins, sliding their money across the counter.
“Ah.” You playfully sigh, “A gin and tonic it is. I was hoping for a challenge.” You wink and get to making their drink. A few more people approach the bar in the few seconds it takes, making you sigh internally. ‘I’m going to kick Thieram’s ass for getting sick off of a shimmer bomb. What made him think mixing shimmer with an energy drink would be a great idea is beyond me!’
“There’s no one helping you tonight?” Ran questions as you hand them their drink.
“No, but I’ll manage. I only have two more hours of this shit.” You glance at the clock. You were doing well tonight. No heartbroken crazies have come to you, yet, so you’re hoping your luck stays that way.
“If you need me to get Krow to hop the bar, just let me know.” Ran pats the countertop.
“Thanks, Ran, enjoy your drink.” You wave them off and get to the other waiting customers. Everyone was really pumped up tonight and it made you happy to see. The drinks kept coming and even your servers were getting their money's worth of work in. You’d be calling tonight successful by closing.
“Hey, Bartender! Why are you chatting over there when you’ve got paying customers waiting?” Someone shouts at you, making the girl in front of you wince. You excuse yourself from the conversation, promising to get her that water she requested.
“If you didn’t realize, everyone here is a paying customer. I don’t give drinks away for free.” You cross your arms, “Now if you ask a bit nicer, I’ll get you a drink that isn’t someone’s piss.”
“Listen. I don’t expect a child like you to understand grownup manners.” The man spits, making you raise an eyebrow, “Just get me a fucking beer. I’ve dealt with too much shit tonight.”
“Well, this child owns The Last Drop. So, take your money and get out of my bar.” You scowl, “I’m not entertaining people like you tonight.”
“You’re kicking me out when all I’ve asked for is a beer? What the fuck? Ugh, this is why women shouldn’t be working a bar.” He scoffs and that makes you angry. Nothing made you angrier than someone saying you shouldn’t be the owner of The Last Drop. It takes a lot to piss you off, but that topic will always be sensitive for you. You had forced Silco to give you ownership of the bar when you were only sixteen. After Vander and your friends’ deaths, nothing could’ve stopped you from shoving a crowbar up Silco’s ass. Not even the threat of your own death, so he gave you the keys and you spent what money was left to renovate it.
You take a step forward, fist clenching when Sevika comes out of the crowd behind him. It was like she knew when someone had upset you. You could usually handle the rowdier people yourself, but most of the time Silco’s muscle would cut in and escort them out. Usually, it was the two big brothers that you loved to tease and call “Thing One” and “Thing Two”. You didn’t know their names as they refused to tell you, but they were there when it mattered.
Except, when it came to moments like this, Sevika was the one who cut in. You were surprised every time, assuming the last was just a coincidence but you were starting to see a pattern. Her metal hand comes down on the guy's shoulder and he freezes, his eyes nervously trained on the dangerously glinting metal. Her grip tightens on his shoulder and you hear the crack of his bone before he screams in pain. Sevika doesn’t say a word as she drags him, kicking and screaming, by his newly broken shoulder to the front door. The others either ignore what’s happening or watch in amused sympathy as the poor sap to earn Sevika’s ire is thrown from the building.
A moment later, Sevika comes back through the crowd with her eyes trained on you. You place a pint of beer on the counter where she stops, knowing the routine at this point. She observes you silently, checking you over for injuries, before nodding her head once and disappearing with her drink.
The rest of the night goes by smoothly and you’re wiping the bar down before you know it. Your servers wave you goodbye as they head out and you bid them a goodnight. The club was mostly clear except for Sevika’s gang lounging around and shooting pool. They tended to stay until you were locking up to make sure no one came to mess with you. You appreciated it even though you had your prized guns strapped to your thighs. If someone tried to mess with you, you weren’t afraid to take the shot, but it was nice having someone looking out for you. Or in your case, a whole gang.
“Y/n! Here.” Krow hands you a vial of Shimmer, “I was told to give it to you.”
“Thanks, Krow. They can be used as more than a drug, you know?” You hum, pouring the vial into an empty alcohol bottle.
“What do you do with it?” Krow raises an eyebrow.
“That's a secret.” You smirk.
“Hey Krow, we’re heading out since little miss cobra is about to lock up!” One of the gang members call. Your attention is drawn by movement in the corner of your eye. Sevika approaches you and Krow slinks away with a wink. The rest of the gang says goodbye as they throw smirks in your direction while they head out and it makes you raise an eyebrow.
“That asshole didn’t hurt you, did he?” Sevika sits down across from you. The look in her eyes is intense as she waits for your response. an unlit cigar tucked between her lips.
“No, he didn’t even touch me.” You lean against the counter. You know that’s not what she’s asking, and Sevika won’t let you shrug it off.
“I didn’t mean physically.” Sevika narrows her eyes. You look down and sigh.
“I was angry. I might’ve put my fist through his face if you didn’t do something.” You click your tongue, “You’re always there when someone makes me angry.”
“Am I?” Sevika says casually, pulling out a cigar and tucking it between her lips. Your hand is flying into your pocket and whipping out your lighter before she can even think to reach for hers. It was ornate with golden designs on it that you cherished. You purchased it in Piltover when you had to meet up with an associate.
“Need a light?” You question her and flash you are lighter. Sevika’s eyebrows go up at your offer and you keep steady eye contact with her. Offering to light someone’s smoke in the undercity was some serious shit. It’s how you signed deals, pledged your loyalty to someone, or got involved with something. You didn’t offer a light and you didn’t request one from someone randomly. If you were friends or close to someone, that was different, but in wider circles, it could mean signing a deal with the devil himself.
Sevika keeps eye contact with you as you move forward, flicking the lighter open, and lighting up her cigar. Sevika continues to hold eye contact with you as she takes a drag and blows the smoke into your face.
“Go out with me.” You say firmly. You watch her take another drag but blow the smoke away from you this time. You can’t stop your eyes from flickering down to her lips as she does.
“What makes you think I want to go out with you?” Her rough voice sends a shiver up your spine.
“You let me light your cigar.” You respond. Sevika smirks and nods her head slowly. She takes another drag, purposely making you wait for her response before she chuckles.
“You’re cute, Y/n. I know you’ve been crushing on me. I’m flattered.” Sevika stands up, “Make it worth my while, sweetheart.” Your jaw drops as she walks out. She wasn’t wrong. You’ve been crushing on her for a few months now. How could you not? She was an enigma. You knew of her when Vander was in charge. Whenever you’d hang out in The Last Drop, you’d get the chance to see her enjoying herself or having a conversation with Vander. You hadn’t talked to her personally during those times, but you’d hear things from other people. Vi liked to complain about her sometimes, but she mostly praised the woman’s strength.
Sevika was held in high respect by a lot of people in the Undercity for getting things done. After Vander’s death, she was held higher up due to people’s fear of her. When you asked someone about her, they either flinched and walked away or told you one thing… that she was one scary lady. It brought you great amusement to witness because that wasn’t the woman you knew.
Sevika wasn’t much of a talker unless she had a few drinks in her. She was the kind of person to sit and observe everything around her, even if it didn’t look like it. She enjoyed spending her time playing cards and gambling. She’d light up a cigar or cigarette and knock back a couple of glasses. She preferred the more expensive whiskey but would get a few beers as well. If she was feeling particularly fancy, she’d ask for a vodka sour and leisurely sip it. The cigars she smoked were also expensive. Silco preferred to get his custom-made and did the same for Sevika. The smoke that rose from her cigar was a pale red instead of the usual grey. You knew a lot about her without really knowing her, and that’s what drew you in. So, the fact that she’s allowing you to take her on a date was huge.
“I knew it!” Powder drops down from the rafters and startles you out of your daydreaming, “Silco owes me a few coins!”
“You guys bet on us?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Yup! I told him Sevika was into you but he disagreed so I placed a bet on it.” Powder snickers.
“That’s my girl!” You ruffle her hair, “What’s Jinx up to?” You tilt your head. You kept up a friendship with the blue-haired bombshell, and because of you, she was still Powder in private. Jinx had ended up becoming her persona instead of her identity. When Silco failed to parent her, you played big sister and corrected things. You spent enough time with her over the years to know what she responded to. You got closer due to her sister’s death and sometimes Powder would hang in the rafters above you to keep you company. It was fun for you to find little drawings tucked away in your bartender uniform or glitter in the register. It relieved you greatly to know that your efforts had made a difference.
“Jinx is supposed to be making new bombs.” Powder sits on the counter, “She’s taking a while on it.”
“Interesting.” You smile slyly, “Why is that?”
“Who knows.” Powder shrugs, “Sooo about you and Sevika?” She wiggles her eyebrows. You groan but tell her about your crush.
You weren’t sure when it happened. Was it after the fourth date and you let her do body shots off of you? Was it a few weeks later when you left clothes at her place? Or, was it a spur-of-the-moment decision on her part? It didn’t matter when it happened, but it mattered that it left her lips.
“Why are you touching my girlfriend?” Sevika questioned darkly, a few seconds prior to your spiraling. The woman that was grabbing your wrist had yet to let go. A foreigner from her lack of response. Anyone from Zaun would’ve been smart to at least let go of you at those words. This woman didn’t even flinch as she stared Sevika in her eyes, too cocky in herself to realize the very real danger she was in. The others at the table seemed a bit smarter than their friend, nervously glancing at each other when they realized that the bar is silent. The regulars knew not to mess with you after you shot a man for trying to drug someone, but now that you were obviously involved with number two herself? People suddenly pulled their manners out of their asses. Besides, it’s like Vander said. You don’t mess with the one who pours the drinks.
“Your girlfriend? Well, I’m sorry, but she’s coming home with me tonight.” Sevika’s eyes flick over to you and you shake your head. From the moment you started dating, it was made clear that you’d have the freedom to date and sleep with other people. You didn’t mind that at all, especially because you were also a frequenter of Babette’s. With that out in the open, you two were content to continue forward with your tentative relationship.
“Is that true, Y/n?” Sevika raises an eyebrow.
“Not with her, but Ran and I are going to the brothel together after my shift.” You toss a wink at the black-haired cutie. Ran smirks and raises their beer bottle at you.
“Alright then.” Sevika’s hand closes around the woman’s throat before she’s dragged from the bar. Her friends startle, snapping their heads to you as you casually rub your wrist.
“If you don’t want your friend to die, I suggest you go apologize on her behalf.” You inform them and they’re scrambling out of their seats a second later, “I’m okay, you can go back to drinking!” You wave off the concerned looks from your patrons. The bar immediately fills with chatter once more and you make your way to the booth Sevika had been occupying. You hop up onto the table, Ran moves their drink out of the way and pats your thigh. You spot Sevika coming over and the butterflies swarm your stomach once more. ‘Why are you touching my girlfriend? She called me her girlfriend. Is that what we are now?’ You hold out your wrist and she inspects it before lifting you off the table and placing you on her lap. You blush as she wraps her arms around you, her metal arm keeping you in place so you can’t move.
“Thieram is here so you’re not working anymore.” Sevika states, making you laugh.
“I can handle myself, Sev.” You grin at her, “By the way, did you call me your girlfriend earlier?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my girlfriend.” Sevika says casually before taking a drink from her beer. ‘That answers my question. I guess I’m her girlfriend now.’
“Stop grinning at me like that.” Sevika forces you to turn your head, “I’m trying to enjoy myself.” You and the crew just snicker.
“Hey, Y/n? Can we talk?” Hayley signals to you from the end of the bar. You smile at her and nod. You hand Powder her apple juice - watching her slink back into the rafters- before heading into the backroom with her.
“What’s up, babe?” You lean against the wall as she stands in front of you.
“I don’t know how to say this… but, I can’t be your girlfriend anymore.” Hayley sighs, looking anywhere but at you.
“What? Why? As far as I know, we’ve been doing okay. You told me so a few days ago.” You frown.
“Honestly, I can’t stand being secondary to Sevika. You’re an amazing girlfriend, Y/n, it’s nothing you’ve done. Whenever I’m with you or when I’m out on my own I’m “the girl who’s dating Sevika’s girl” not your girlfriend. That’s how everyone knows me, and it sucks. So… I’m sorry but I’m breaking up with you.” Hayley rubs her arm. You take in a deep breath and exhale heavily.
“I understand. You definitely deserve to be seen as more than that. Good luck with the next girl, Hayley.” You flash her a smile and exit the room. Your regulars give you concerned glances but you keep up your cheery attitude. The day passes in a blur as you fight the urge to cry. You really liked Hayley. She was very sweet and worked at the concert grounds. Out of all the girls you’ve dated, she was the one who not only lasted the longest but really made you happy.
You were quick to lock up for the night before heading downstairs. You wanted to shower and get into bed before you burst into tears. Hayley wasn’t the first girl to bring up those concerns. Sevika was too well known, too feared, and had too much of a reputation for people to compete with. This was the fourth girl to break up with you because of it, and it made you sad. You didn’t mind only dating Sevika or visiting the brothel, but it was tough when the reason your relationships failed was because of who you were in a relationship with. You had yet to tell Sevika about it because you didn’t want to upset her.
Stepping out of the shower, you sigh sadly and wrap your towel around you. You freeze when you see Sevika sitting on your bed. She frowns when she sees you and beckons you over. You wrap your arms around her shoulders as she pulls you onto her lap.
“Why are you crying?” Sevika mutters, wiping away your tears.
“Hayley broke up with me today.” You whisper.
“Why?” Sevika growls.
“The same as all of the other girls.” You huff, “You have too big of a presence for them to compete with. People refer to them as “the girl dating Sevika’s girlfriend” instead of as my girlfriend. They got tired of it or it affected their self-esteem.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“I didn’t want to upset you.” You nervously glance away from her.
“Y/n, of course, I’ll be upset. You’re hurting because of me.” Sevika grabs your chin, “I know you really liked Hayley.”
“I did but she’s right. If I want another girlfriend, I’d have to date another you.” You joke, “That’s the only way I’d be able to keep someone.”
“I don’t think I could get along with another me.” Sevika clicks her tongue.
“That says a lot about you, doesn’t it?” You tease her, making Sevika raise an eyebrow, “Ouch! Did you just pinch me?!” You whine and rub your thigh.
“Hm?” Sevika leans back, “I don’t know what you mean.” You can’t help but laugh.
Time flew by and before you knew it, you and Sevika had been together for two years. With how busy she was with Silco, most of the time you were together was when she hung out in the bar or snuck into your bed at night. You loved to wake up in the middle of the night to her cuddling you against her like a teddy bear. The first time you found out Sevika was a cuddler, it made you melt. She was such a strict person until it came to you. You saw a side of her no one else had the pleasure of seeing.
That made it all the funnier when Powder would complain to you about Sevika and tell you to put a leash on her. The two of them got into a lot of arguments because of Jinx. Sevika wasn’t a fan of her hard work being destroyed by a teenager. You would giggle and tell Powder that Sevika would strangle you with it before you could get close. As she actually did one time when you playfully tried to put one on her. The sex that night was one you’d never forget.
“Hey, Y/n! Can we try something new tonight?” Sherry asks, “I’m feeling a bit more daring than usual.”
“Sure thing, Sherry! Are we going fruity or staying on the bolder side?” You grin at her. The front doors to the bar slam open, startling everyone inside and making you scowl.
“SHE’S BACK FROM THE FUCKING DEAD!” One of the guys hollers, pale as hell. You recognize them as the guys that were playing cards with Sevika earlier.
“VANDER’S GIRL! SHE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!” The other one screeches and that was enough to have you vaulting over the bar. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you shouted for Krow to take over before you were sprinting out of the bar. Vi had been your best friend growing up and losing her devastated you. You joked that she couldn’t die no matter how badly she came home beaten and bruised. The day she didn’t return and Powder bawled her eyes out into your shirt, your heart cracked.
Even if those idiots were spewing shit from their mouths, you had to go see. Not only that, but they were with Sevika and if Vi was really back, then you’d have the fight to break up. Sevika was working for Silco at the end of the day, and Vi being back wouldn’t be good for him. If Silco had any inkling that Vi was alive, he’d order your girlfriend to kill her. Unless Vi got her angry enough, then Sevika would do it herself.
You hear the fight before your eyes land on them. When you slid in front of the opening of the alcove, you were just in time to witness your girlfriend choke-slam Vi through a crate. ’Ah, shit I hate being right!’ You gasp as Sevika lifts Vi by her throat. Overwhelmed with emotions at seeing your alive best friend, you couldn’t let your girlfriend continue this fight.
“Vika, stop!” You shout, causing their heads to snap in your direction. It was almost comical how their shocked expressions matched each other so perfectly.
“Y/n?” They question simultaneously causing them to glare at each other.
“Please, let her go.” You plead as you gently place your hand on Sevika’s metal one. You stare your lover in the eyes before she sighs heavily and yanks her arm away from Vi. You immediately reach for Vi when her feet hit the ground and she pitches forward. You steady her as she coughs, and frown knowing she’ll have bruising around her throat later.
“Thank you.” You say to Sevika who grunts and picks up her cloak. Vi turns to you with wide eyes and you give her a bright smile, “Welcome home, Violet.” You pull her into a tight hug, feeling tears sting your eyes. You can feel Vi hesitate before she returns the hug and relaxes into it. You can’t believe that you’re hugging her once again. ‘After so many years… I can’t believe she’s alive.’
“You’re okay.” Vi sighs in relief as you pull away, “I’m so glad you’re okay, Y/n.”
“Imagine how I feel.” You laugh, wiping away your tears, “I thought you were dead.”
“Do you know where my sister is?” Vi pleads, “I’ve been trying to find her. I need to find her.”
“I do.” You place a hand on her shoulder, “You can come with me.”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t stand too close to my girlfriend.” Sevika growls agitatedly. You sigh as Vi gives you a startled look that quickly twists into anger.
“You’re dating that brute?!” Vi shouted, “She betrayed Vander! What the hell, Y/n!”
“Vi. I can explain. You’ve been gone for a while. Things… have changed a bit.” You raise your hands in defense, not liking the confused yet angry look in Vi’s eyes.
“I’m so not having sex with you tonight.” You hissed at Sevika, punching her shoulder in your frustration. That’s not how you wanted to break the news! Sevika’s smirk drops and she actually gives you a betrayed look. You knew that was the one thing she was looking forward to tonight.
“If you still want to follow me, I can take you to your sister.” You turn back to Vi who has a frown on her face.
“Yeah. Please.” Vi sighs, “I just need to take care of something really quick.”
“Sure, I’ll wait for you here.” You nod.
#sevika x reader#vi x reader#vi x reader x sevika#polyamory#sevika arcane#vi arcane#vi fanfic#sevika fanfic#sevika x ran
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I don't know if you do crossovers, but if you do, how would viktor react to a spider-person S/O? Spidersonas have been blowing up again since across the spiderverse so it made me curious
when it comes to spiderverse i absolutely do, anon!
i've seen some fantastic art of jayce and viktor in the style of spiderverse, i think i reblogged it somewhere, so to say 'i love this idea' and 'i've had a little think about it already' would be two big understatements!
i'll try to keep it succinct though XD
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How Viktor would react to having a spider-person SO
honestly, the word 'fascinated' could tldr this entire post
Viktor is quite a private person, who would absolutely treasure communication and trust in a relationship
so as the Spider of the Runeterran universe, as soon as you had made your relationship official, you knew you had to tell him of your secret identity sooner rather than later
you'd been surprised neither he nor Jayce had worked it out yet, being incredibly intelligent inventors and all
but you'd figured they'd be safer not knowing, so you'd tried to subtly keep it from them anyway, and directed the conversation away from your Spider-alter ego whenever they occasionally came up
so you had it planned out.
you were going to tell Viktor next time he was at home, when you got him in a break day, and it was going to be the just the two of you. somewhere private, somewhere safe.
you would explain everything gently. you'd reassure him that if he wasn't comfortable with being with you because of it, then you'd have no resentment towards him
there were plenty of good reasons to be wary after all
then one night you had a particularly long escapade
trying to uncover a deeply-rooted crime circle, you'd ended up rescuing a group of young people who had gotten in trouble with enforcers for frankly ridiculous reasons
you'd then had to outsmart and deal with said enforcers (who were undoubtedly the worst part) to escape, and they head nothing back in their chase
you'd decided to head to the lab instead of home for safety, as at least that wasn't as incriminating. also there was more spaces to hide
it was so late that it was morning, and even you expected that Viktor had gone home by now
but he had, in fact, not
so you'd entered the lab by climbing through the Jana-knows-what storey window, blood rushing with adrenaline, levering yourself down to the floor cleanly with a web
right beside Viktor's desk, where he was sat, eyes wide and frozen
it hurt to see his expression focused on you. he was hiding it well but there was fear in how he swallowed, in how he clenched his fist on the handle of his cane
it hurt until you remembered that 1. he did not know it was you, and 2. he had just witnessed you crawling on glass, spinning on webs and moving way too fast for a normal human
also 3. you bore a striking resemblance to the description given of a 'criminal' (as described by enforcers) that had recently been reported to be involved in the explosion of a factory in the Undercity
sure, you knew it had been for good: that you had apprehended your target, and there had been no casualties
but it dawned at you that Viktor remaining as calm as he did was inherently a miracle
"can I... help...? you...?"
his thoughts were rushing at 100mph compared to their normal 50, and you could see it in his searching stare, watching and waiting for you to move, speak, do anything
luckily, after a few seconds of stumbled words and a hasty removal of your mask, he was back down to earth, heaving a sigh and almost laughing in relief
"I cannot believe—I thought you were...!"
for a moment anyhow, before the reality sunk in further and you were bombarded with questions
"wait, you are the Spider? the masked vigilante?"
"where did you just come from? were you fighting someone?"
"are you alright? are you hurt? did anyone follow you?"
after some explanation and reassurance, he relaxes a lot
honestly he takes the news very well! despite the unplanned nature of its reveal
he's very pragmatic as a person and very loyal
despite the obvious exhaustion on his face, he perks up with intrigue as you tell him everything—how you got bitten, how you got hold of your current suit, how you chose your identity, what you've been keeping tabs on, who you've fought, what you've lost.
however, he is a scientist first and foremost after all, so even after the basics are out of the way, his curiosity is never going to be quite sated
so later on, he's asking more specifics
he's always very polite when requesting to see your abilities, very gentle and never overwhelming you. he wants to see all of them, if you'll allow him to
the webs, the wall-climbing, the increased agility and strength, the spider sense, no matter what it is, you always leave him amazed
and your abilities quickly become a source of inspiration for his own trajectories into science
he's particularly fascinated with the possibilities of your webs, regardless of whether they're organic or mechanical
he sees this as an opportunity to work with you and that makes him very happy indeed
on top of inspiring him scientifically, your passion for helping others reminds him what he's doing his work for, as well as how much he loves you
he adores your heart, your compassion, even if it worries him that you're putting yourself in harms way
this likely leads to him putting time aside for side projects, where he invents things to help you
he may be more of a pacifist, but he's surprisingly down with vigilante justice
he wants to help and protect people with his own technology, he'd be a hypocrite with his head in the sand if he believed that never fighting was truly an option
just as long as you're careful
because of this, he's not going to make you weapons. not that you would ever ask him to. that's not your style, and you'd much rather have the tools he creates to help you escape extra sticky situations
his main focus first and foremost is to help upgrade your suit, particularly providing more safety for your mask so you can breathe in the Undercity
however, whatever upgrade or mechanism it is as time goes on, he always lets you take the lead. you're the hero, not him, and he just wants to support you as best he can
for what it's worth, he'll talk positively of your secret identity to Jayce, hoping it'll get through to Mel
he would even defend you publicly if he was in the council room and the Spider came up
much to your chagrin, as you're worried for his safety just as much as he's worried about yours
when you move in together particularly, you're aware of the danger you're putting him in
you regularly frequent the Undercity and have dealings down there, so returning to live Topside by day has its innate dangers
especially when you're constantly avoiding villains and enforcers alike
but also your identity must stay a secret for his sake as well as yours
he'd be ruined if the fact that he's in a committed relationship with a a vigilante became known
unsurprisingly, Viktor overlooks this part
but as long as the two of you look out for each other, you're certain nothing can go wrong
overall Viktor is a caring and loyal partner, and this wouldn't change in the slightest if his S/O was a vigilante spider-person
he'd be incredibly supportive, though likely wouldn't be able to keep from getting a little excited over the capabilities of your powers. and from asking a ton of questions
you'd become a muse of sorts for him in some of his inventions, and a close partner in his technology in other ways
although, if you have access to the Spiderverse? poor man's going to start fizzing internally
the prospect of portals? already functioning across dimensions? universes?!
he's a reserved kind of person, but I don't think he'd be able to stop himself from trying to weasel his way into meeting someone who knew a lot about how it worked
aka, if you don't know how the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly-Multiverse's teleporting mechanics work, then he's going to try and talk to someone who does
with your permission of course
I think that Viktor would get along very well with Miguel...!
...until he very much doesn't.
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masterlist | buy me a hot chocolate <3
#viktor x reader#arcane x reader#spidersona#arcane x spiderverse#viktor fluff#arcane fluff#spiderverse arcane#arcane spiderverse#just imagining miguel and viktor chatting now#theyd get along so well! discussing science and being all broody together#until it all flies out of the window with the inevitable morals discussion and#idk i feel like they would just inevitably start bickering about *something* and it just wouldnt end well#this has reminded me that i wanted to write a somewhat crossover fic where the science bros ran into someone who could actually do magic#it would basically be me shamelessly theorising on how the magic system in arcane runeterra works#or just flinging it out and going full crossover#but that other crossover universe would be my own original work#bc your girl loves to keep busy and has too many projects on at once of course#and is working on a worldbuild as well#technically#god help me i feel like my understanding of the lore is wrong--runeterra is the realm's name right? could indicate the universe?
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The Mad Scientist's Assistant - Chp 20
Full TMSA masterlist
Previous Chapter: Chapter 19
Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI
Chapter Tags: Silco x Fem!Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Ran, Chross, Finn, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blowjob, more Dom Silco vibes, pinv sex, unprotected sex
Chapter word count: 9.8k
Chapter Beta Readers: Thank you as always @purplefangirl42
Total word count: 112k
Chapter 20—Moral Support on AO3
Read Chapter 21 here!
A/N: *Chorus of trumpets wail triumphantly* *Loud voice over a megaphone* THEY HAD SEXXXXXXXX. LET'S GOOOOOO.
Also, I'm aiming to get the rest of the chapters out on a monthly basis in the hopes of finishing this fic this calendar year. These are gonna be pretty fucking long chapters, so we'll see if I can actually stick to that schedule. Fingers crossed!
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#silcoitus#silcoitus writing#tmsa#the mad scientist's assistant#silco fanfic#silco x you#silco x reader#arcane silco#silco slowburn#arcane#silco smut#dom silco#finn#ran#chross
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Nyoom
Pairing: Viktor x Reader
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: You and Viktor move in together, and he learns that cats are weird little guys.
When you’d first started dating, most of your dates with Viktor had consisted of hanging out in the lab. It wasn’t a comfort-level kind of thing: the two of you worked together and generally had a lot to do in the day. There simply wasn’t enough time - or a guaranteed schedule - to pick a day to go out on.
It wasn’t something that bothered you. Neither you nor your boyfriend were particularly extravagant in nature, though you did occasionally splurge on gifts. In your opinion, if both of you were happy with the arrangement you’d made, then whose business was it that your relationship didn’t ‘look normal’?
As such, it had taken a good couple of months to venture into each other’s homes. You often found yourself crashing for a night in his dorm room, especially when you had a slew of early mornings at the lab planned, but you never stayed longer than a single evening.
He’d asked you about it once, and if you’d consider staying with him longer, or more permanently, but you’d declined.
“The Academy doesn’t allow pets,” you’d explained to him sadly, “and I can’t just leave Pip behind, or find a new home for her. I love her too much, and it wouldn’t be fair to her.”
Despite his disappointment about keeping your living arrangements separate, Viktor still felt his heart swell in the wake of your kindness.
—
He did eventually visit your home across town, on one of your mutual days off. You’d enticed him over with the promise of a home-cooked lunch; something he - on other occasions - had proven to be enthusiastic about. The little bit of food he’d tasted from you, had always been warm and hearty, and infused with flavour. An entire meal from you was an offer he couldn’t pass up.
Even when he ended up having to share little bites of stew with your ever-persistent cat, it was still one of his most pleasant afternoons in recent memory.
Over time you fell into a routine, meeting up at your place on weekends for lunch, staying over at his place once or twice during the week, and working together during the days. It was comforting and predictable, and neither of you had any qualms about it. Mostly.
Pip had very quickly gotten used to your boyfriend’s presence in your home, and had taken a liking to curling up on his lap. Viktor assured you that it was just because he gave her food from the table, but you shook your head with a smile. “Face it, sweetheart,” you’d said, “Animals like you.” And leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek.
—
Your life went on like this for close to a year, until you’d one morning burst into the lab a total mess. You’d had two suitcases with you, stuffed so full they looked like they were about to explode, and a small handheld cat carrier, overflowing with fluffy black and white fur. You yourself had been covered in tears and snowflakes, and possibly a little bit of snot, and you felt gross.
Viktor had ignored all that, and had set his work down to come to your side in an instant.
“I got evicted,” you’d sobbed, as your boyfriend took you in his arms to hold you close. “The building got sold, and the whole apartment complex got kicked out this morning. Something- something about- I don’t know, we only had a couple of hours to pack up, and- and everything else was forfeit-”
You break into tears again, and hide your face in Viktor’s sweater. “I don’t have anywhere to go, Vik. There aren’t many places that allow pets, and I can’t afford any of them on my salary- I can’t give Pip up…”
The choice had been clear to him, though he knew you’d never ask such a thing of him. “We’ll find a place,” he’d promised you, without hesitation. “There’s a complex not far that allows smaller animals in the building. The walk would be slightly longer than what I’m used to, but eh…it would be nice to sleep next to you every night, and have breakfast together in the mornings.”
You’d stared at him with wide, teary eyes for a couple seconds, breaking down for a third time as you accepted his offer.
—
From then on, you found that your daily routine was less bothered than you expected - you still went to work every morning, still ate questionable cafeteria food for lunch, still tiredly wandered home in the evening. The only difference was that you now weren’t alone when you were home, and almost always had a warm body to curl up next to when it was time for bed.
It was a beneficial lifestyle for both yourself and Viktor, but the real winner - in your opinion - was Pip. She now had two laps to sleep on, two pairs of shoelaces to chase every morning as you were headed to work, two noses to bite in the middle of the night, and twice as many clothes to get her fur all over.
She’d even managed to scare Viktor real good during the first couple days you’d been together. She was an old cat with a big personality, and not nearly as much energy as she’d had in her youth. But from time to time you still got to see her tearing from room to room like a bat out of hell, acting like she was being chased by demons.
You’d been quietly studying, when Viktor’s confused shout for you had reached your ears. Thinking he’d possibly cut one of his fingers again while working, you’d rushed into the other room.
Only to find your boyfriend trying to corral Pip into his arms.
Pip, who was fluffed up to twice her size, staring at you with wild bug-eyes that could probably see ghosts.
Your laughter draws Viktor’s attention away from the bizarre feline, though his posture relaxes when he sees how unbothered you are by the sight.
“She does that sometimes,” you explain to him, gesturing him away from her to give her some space. “She doesn’t get like this as often as when she was a kitten, but ah…every now again, she finds the will. Watch, she’s gonna take off in a second, and- there she goes.”
The pair of you watch as your cat tears into the hallway, as if she’s running for her life, and wince as her hectic galloping echoes through your home.
Viktor looks at you, perplexed. “What is wrong with her?” he wonders, and you shrug.
“I call it the zoomies. Sometimes pets are just…weird little dudes. Y’know?”
Viktor doesn’t know, but twelve minutes later when Pip comes to a grinding halt at his feet and promptly curls up to fall asleep, he believes he’s starting to.
#viktor x reader#viktor arcane x reader#arcane x reader#i maybe took the prompt and changed it and then ran away with it#whoops#cats are weird little guys#arcane reader insert
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My apologize i never done this before. Keep me anonymous please there is this specific character i am interested in but not a lot of writing on this character. Technically there is one issue there is not a lot of info but it's because this character is a background character. The arcane character name is ran. I don't really have anything in mind but if you could write something for this character i would greatly appreciate it.
Budding Relationship HCs (Ran)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
You and Ran don’t actually know that much about each other
I don’t know but Ran doesn’t really give any “do you wanna get to know each other and play 20 questions or something” type of vibes
Maybe you both run in the same circles, maybe you don’t really but Zaun is small enough to know one of Silco’s more personal henchmen on sight
So maybe it starts as small nods of acknowledgment and awkward smiles toward each other when you notice each other sitting at the same bar
Maybe it’s casual passing words when you two are standing close by and there’s something of mild interest going on
Maybe Ran might go to you for help with something or maybe you might go to them for help with something
It takes a while for you both to travel between the “we’re not quite strangers” to the “if you’re in a room, I will seek you out even if I don’t have your number phase” but hey
It does get there- eventually
So whatever is happening between the two of you- it’s a slow but steady start
But it’s completely genuine- like a diamond in the rough
#ran#ran arcane#ran x reader#ran arcane x reader#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane fanfic#arcane fanfiction#x reader#xreader#fanfic#fanfiction
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Flustered - PT3
PT1 || PT2 || PT3
Ran x female reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW
Tags (for entire fic): Teasing, Voyeurism, Light Dom/sub, Master/Pet, Light Bondage, Impact Play, Dom Ran, sub Reader, Blindfolds, Begging, Praise Kink, Light Sadism, Light Masochism, Scratching, Ice Play, Vibrators, Orgasm Delay, Aftercare
Word Count: 6.6k
Summary:
PT1:
3 times Ran definitely made you flustered
And 1 time you made them flustered (you think)
PT2 and PT3:
After losing a bet with Ran, their resulting “prize” leads to precisely the thing you’ve been dreading. But worse than that, it’s also precisely the thing you’ve been craving.
AN: Already on AO3, just finally getting it on here.
“You’re not going to make me wear that stupid costume again, are you?” you ask in a hushed tone as you follow Ran down the hallway of the same brothel they’d taken you to not more than a few weeks ago. However this time, it’s not business. Strictly pleasure. Ran’s pleasure. Although as much as you hate to admit it to even yourself, most likely your pleasure as well.
Ran steps through an open door and into one of the rooms. A different one than last time.
As you pass by Ran, side-eying them suspiciously, they shake their head ‘no’.
Even if you ignore the tiny smirk tugging at their black-painted lips, you still feel the nauseating unease at the possibility that the costume may have actually been the better option over whatever Ran has planned instead.
“Am I right to assume you have no intentions of explaining any of your plans?” you ask as they close the door and drop a bag- containing Janna knows what- onto a small table.
“Yep.”
Lovely.
You scan the small room, roaming aimlessly as you try to find something to focus on besides Ran as they rummage through their bag. There’s a large settee situated at the back wall- an ornately carved wooded frame covered by a smooth white seat that wraps over the armrests. You drag your fingers over the surface of it as you walk past it.
“White leather,” you scoff in disgust, “These Piltie pricks are so fucking fancy it makes me sick.” You hear Ran release a short, quiet laugh from behind you. Curious, you glance over your shoulder.
What was that saying you heard Topsiders always using? Curiosity killed the cat. Yeah. And you must be a cat, because your curiosity reveals at least part of Ran’s plan, and Janna is it going to kill you.
Ran stands in the middle of the room on a small footstool, threading a soft red rope through several hooks fastened to a large beam spanning the length of the room.
Before those mischievous dark eyes of theirs can catch you gaping, you quickly turn away.
Why did you agree to that damn arm wrestling bet? Hell, why did you agree to Ran’s prize of picking up where you two left off at the brothel? You could have simply said no. Demanded that they pick another reward. But everyone was watching you two. Ran would have surely made it known that you were reneging on the bet. And the boys would have never let you live it down. But really, you wish that was the only reason you agreed. Hell, you wished it was the main reason. But it wasn’t.
You wanted this.
Every fucking night since that fateful evening you’ve been having dreams, and not just while asleep. Daydreams too. Dreams about how that evening could have gone if that disgusting man hadn’t been there. If the two of you had been alone. And hell if those thoughts didn’t get you so fucking wet-
“Hey.”
Ran’s low voice from behind you startles you from your daze. With a jump and a small squeal, you turn to Ran. You’re met with the curl of dark lips, no doubt amused with how ridiculously jumpy you are.
What an asshat.
The eye not covered by their angled bangs twinkles with mirth.
An undeniably alluring asshat.
Ran nods toward the rope dangling from the ceiling and you reluctantly, but obediently, follow. You stand, noticeably stock still and rigid, with your back to the ropes. The lump returns to your throat yet again as you watch Ran bring a black blindfold into your view and carefully slip it over your head.
You’re plunged into darkness, and it’s almost instantaneous how every other sense is heightened as a result. You can smell Ran’s subtle, yet familiar perfume. Cloves and patchouli as always. You can hear Ran’s calm, steady breaths, as well as your starkly ragged and nervous breaths. And you can feel the cold metal of Ran’s fingers as they slide over your own before slipping something into your palm.
“Drop this if you want to stop,” Ran says quietly against your ear.
Their warm breath tickles your ear and you shiver despite how terribly warm you feel.
You experimentally squeeze the object in your hand– a soft, malleable ball of some kind. And it’s a damn good thing it’s so forgiving, because when you feel Ran’s lips brush against your ear when they speak again, you nearly crush it against your palm.
“Or say denial.”
Denial? Why the hell did they pick that word of all the possibilities?
There’s a long, silent, and very awkward pause before you realize Ran is waiting for you to confirm you understand their instructions.
After trying- albeit failing- to swallow the godforsaken lump in your throat so you can speak clearly, you instead nod several times, hoping that will be enough to appease Ran. You don’t need or want to give them any more fuel to tease you with. A soft hum comes from in front of you as metal fingertips languidly trail up your arm and across your collarbone.
Metal and flesh fingers deftly move to unbutton your blouse, gradually working down from the collar. The cool air that skims over your exposed skin as Ran slips the shirt off your shoulders is a welcome relief to your warm chest, but does nothing to calm your nerves. Not when you feel Ran’s flesh fingers ghost up and over your shoulder as they move behind you to unclasp your bra.
You allow it to fall to the floor at your feet, and your cheeks burn with the knowledge of your upper half being fully on display.
“Up,” Ran instructs with a tap against one of your arms.
Obediently, you raise your arms above your head, allowing Ran to wrap and secure your wrists to the rope suspended from the ceiling. They pull the rope tighter, adjusting until your arms are held high above your head, but still bent comfortably.
“Good?” they ask.
Define good.
Your body is on fire, yet covered in goosebumps. You’re excited, yet nervous as high hell. And you’re horny as fuck for your partner in crime, yet you dread acknowledging that fact. Is that good or bad?
Regardless of what the definition is, you do NOT want Ran to stop now, so you give them another nod.
Ran saunters back around to your front, this time ghosting metal fingers across the newly exposed skin of your breasts.
They slip their fingers beneath the waistband of your pants and slide them down, helping you step out of your shoes and pantlegs one foot at a time. You’d think a task like that would be easy enough to do on your own, but it’s not. Not when your legs are already aching with your growing arousal.
Then you feel those contrasting cool and warm digits slip beneath the band of your panties. And this time, Ran deliberately slips them down your legs unhurriedly. Even though you can’t see Ran, you just know they’re eyeing your obvious arousal, and the heat spreads from your cheeks straight down your neck.
You hear Ran toss your underwear aside, followed by shuffling of the bag they’d brought with.
Fuck, what else did they bring?
Ran’s fingers unexpectantly tap against the inside of your legs and you release another unseemly startled squeal.
Ran huffs a laugh before issuing the command, “Spread.”
Oh Janna, no!
Now your body really heats up. Clear from head to toe.
You hesitate. You fucking want to do this. But you also feel incredibly self-conscious, to be so vulnerable and on display for Ran like this. Again!
“Don’t be shy,” Ran teases from their crouched position before you.
“I’m not shy!” you croak, voice cracking from the goddamn lump still threatening to choke you.
Ran’s breathy laugh is quiet, but it’s more than loud enough for you to hear. If your face gets any hotter, you’re certain it will spontaneously combust.
“Fuck you, Ran,” you murmur, but your frustration at least gives you something else to focus on as you finally spread your legs. Something soft and smooth wraps around one of your ankles, then around the other after Ran spreads them further apart, so much so that your arms are pulled tighter above your head as your body lowers.
When you hear Ran rise to their feet and take a step back, you try to adjust your legs, finding your suspicions confirmed.
Your legs are being forced to stay apart by a spreader bar.
So evil!
Even though you can’t see Ran, you can feel their eyes roaming over your now completely naked body.
"So pretty," Ran says quietly and traces a cool, sharp finger along the side of your jaw and down beneath your chin.
The sound of soft footsteps moving to your right side catches your attention and you suck in an anxious breath.
"So soft."
That same finger drags down your neck, then across the swell of a breast.
Oh Janna, the praise. The sinful caresses. You wish those didn’t affect you the way they do. They make your legs weak and your head spin. They make you feel like you’d do anything Ran asked you to, just so you could have more.
Then you hear them move to the opposite side.
"So delicate."
Two fingers pinch and tease the hardening peak of the other breast.
You suck in another sharp breath.
Ran's finger trails down and along your waist as they move to stand behind you.
"So breakable," they whisper against your ear.
You nearly moan at that, but freeze when the word finally sinks in.
Breakable? What the hell are they talking about?
You no more than finish that thought when Ran suddenly backs away, and without warning- SMACK- you're hit with something right across your bare asscheek.
The squeal that leaves your mouth isn't the only awkward reaction you have. Your damn toes curl so hard you lift yourself up off the floor a good couple of inches.
"Fuck, Ran," you whine, and unfortunately that was supposed to be a lot more chastising, and a lot less pathetic.
"Metal or flesh?" Ran asks, once again teasingly bringing their mouth to your ear.
Mind reeling at the stinging sensation along your bottom, you don't quite grasp the question.
"What?" You choke out.
"Metal," Ran repeats as they brush cool metal digits across your tingling skin. "Or flesh?" They make the same motion, this time with their human hand.
Oh.
You think the press of cool metal against your prickling hot skin would be most soothing, but you also crave the intimate touch of their human hand. More afraid to confess that you want that intimacy, you whisper a shaky, "Metal."
Ran hums softly, almost tauntingly, but takes a step back again to run the smooth backs of several cold fingertips across your heated skin. It certainly is soothing. So much so that you can't contain the shaky breath that leaves your chest.
Something- or rather some things- drag teasingly over your shoulder and along your collarbone as Ran slowly stalks around your body. You realize, as the end of the soft, leather-like pieces fall and graze across your cleavage, that it must be the object they'd used to hit your backside. A flogger. And sure enough, just as you feel them remove it after dragging it over the opposite shoulder, another resounding SMACK fills the otherwise quiet room. Followed by another sharp yelp that pulls from your throat.
"Damnit, Ran!" Your complaint quickly devolves into a whimper as cool fingers smooth over the marks left on your other cheek. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you couldn't be any more grateful for the mask covering them. But the pain quickly subsides, replaced with a pleasant tingling sensation as Ran continues to use that blessed metal hand to caress your bottom.
Such sweet torture. Why is this so good?
Just as you start to relax again, you feel Ran's hand leave your body and they step away. Your entire body tenses in anticipation and the hand above your head holding the ball squeezes it in a death grip.
Even though you're prepared, or at least expecting it this time, the sharp smack of the flogger still rips an embarrassing cry from your pained throat. You don't need to see to know Ran is smirking triumphantly at your reactions as they watch you writhe and pull against your restraints.
This time, as Ran runs their cool digits across the curve of your ass, they bring their lips to your ear to taunt you. “You still going to deny it this time?”
“D-deny what?” you stammer. You’re pretty sure you know what Ran’s fishing for, but you hope- no, pray- that they will pity your feigned naivety and just leave you be. But you know Ran better than that. And at that moment, you realize why they'd chosen 'denial' as the safe word.
“You’re enjoying this,” they reply as they drag the tip of a finger down and dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. Your very spread and noticeably wet thighs.
You say nothing and attempt to close your legs, just to be thwarted by the damn spreader bar at your ankles. You know, that Ran knows, that you are definitely enjoying this. Yet, they refuse to let you get away with keeping quiet about it.
Warm breath tickles your other ear, making the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
“I’ll stop.”
You’re not sure if Ran’s words are a threat or a promise, but what you do know is that you do NOT want Ran to stop. And when you feel them step away, their soothing hand disappearing with them, you finally break.
“No!” you blurt out, far louder and more desperate than you had intended. Lowering your voice to a breathy whine, you add, “Please don’t stop.”
“Why not?” Ran taunts, humming softly as they start to pace around your body again, dragging the long, leather falls of the flogger along your waist. It tickles your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, which only makes concentrating that much more difficult.
“Because I- I like it.” You quietly murmur.
“What was that?” Ran teases from behind you.
“I- I said- because…” your words trail off, your mind distracted by the sensation of the flogger gradually skimming up the inside of a thigh.
“...because I li-” You pause again as it’s merely an inch from your weeping cunt, and your mind just blanks, your breath held in anticipation. You squeeze your eyes shut behind the mask.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
And then- it’s gone.
“Ran, ple-” your cry of protest is cut short, transformed into a shrill yelp as the flogger hits the very bottom of an asscheek. Much harder this time.
“Answer me,” Ran says cooly. As if they hadn’t just smacked you hard enough to leave you seeing stars.
Ran’s demand barely gets through to your ears over your own sobs. Tears now fall freely from your eyes, soaking into the soft mask where it rests against your cheeks. You squeeze the ball in your hand and push up onto your curled toes as your skin throbs, heats, and prickles.
“I like what you’re doing,” you finally confess with a choked sob. And the reward makes it entirely worth it.
Ran hums in approval before running their hand over your tender flesh. Only this time it’s with their human hand, and it’s fucking divine. It may not be cold like their metal hand, but it’s so much more soft, smooth, and tender.
“Knew you were a masochist,” they quietly jeer, but you couldn’t care less as their hand continues to caress the curve of your ass. “Aren’t you?”
Before the question can fully register in your lust-laden brain, you feel the sharp press of several metal fingertips against your shoulder blade. And then they drag so ungodly slow down your spine, with just the right amount of pressure to dance along that line between pain and pleasure.
“Oh fuck yes,” you groan and you let your head fall back in pure bliss. Those delightful fingers rake clear down to the top of your ass before finally lifting away. Your body visibly shudders as a wave of pleasure courses through your body like an aftershock.
Their hands trade places, the metal one soothing over your still-tingling asscheek, while the flesh one traces appreciatively over the marks the other just left behind.
“Pretty,” Ran hums in admiration.
Your body gradually relaxes under their ministrations. The soothing feeling of their stable breaths across your bare shoulder helps you settle your own breathing. Unfortunately, you relax a little too much, and realize it all too late as the ball slips from your hand and drops to the floor with a deafening thud.
Ran’s hands freeze, as does your breathing.
No. NO!
“Ran! Ran- I didn’t mean to drop it! Please don’t stop!” you blurt out. At this point, you don’t give a shit how desperate you sound. You are desperate. You’re so damn worked up you’d be willing to get yourself off right here in front of Ran if it meant you’d finally relieve the growing tension that’s taken over every fiber of your being since you first set foot in this room. Rather, since whatever the two of you have going on started months ago.
Ran’s airy laugh from behind you makes you jump.
Damn, you’re so high-strung.
“Ran, please!” you beg and turn your head towards them as you hear them walk around you.
Fuck, they’re going to stop.
“Calm down,” Ran teases as they slip the ball back into your other hand.
Calm down? CALM DOWN?!
Easy for them to say. They aren’t the one buck-ass naked, tied up with their legs spread. Nor are they the one being teased, tortured, and brought to the brink of insanity by their secret crush. Okay, maybe it’s not so much a secret anymore, but yeah- you're a bit panicked, and with damn good reason.
“Looks like you need to cool off,” Ran adds as they swipe a finger across your sweaty forehead.
As you listen to Ran's receding footsteps, you realize just how right they are. You can feel the fine sheen of sweat that covers your forehead and chest. And unfortunately, that's not the only wetness giving away just how excited you are. There's evidence coating the inside of your thighs as well.
Ran returns, and you hear the familiar clinking sound of ice hitting the side of a glass.
Oh, thank Janna, a drink!
You are beyond parched. Your lips part on instinct, tongue darting out to lick them. However, when Ran comes to stand mere inches from your body, it becomes pretty clear, pretty quickly, that they have other ideas.
A freezing, wet cube is suddenly pressed against your collarbone just below your shoulder, withdrawing a startled yelp, and you reflexively attempt to back away. Your restraints keep you in place, forcing you to endure the torture of Ran running the ice slowly across to your other shoulder. Droplets of cool water collect at the center of your collarbone before dripping down your chest and disappearing between your cleavage. Goosebumps immediately follow in its wake, but when you open your mouth to protest, Ran slips the remainder of the cube into your mouth. It melts almost instantly, but even that tiny bit of water sliding down your throat is a welcome sensation.
Ran trails a second cube over the swell of each breast, delighting in how your body jerks away on instinct. And when they swirl it around each hardening nipple, they release a quiet hum of appreciation while you squirm and bite back the wanton sounds that threaten to escape your mouth.
“Open,” Ran commands as they press the tiny piece against your lips.
You happily oblige, welcoming another teasing amount of cool water to quench your thirst, just the tiniest bit. The sound of ice shifting and hitting the glass reaches your ear, and you realize it’s coming from much lower now, closer to the floor. You fidget with the ball in your hand, wriggling against the rope in anticipation of what Ran will do next. Certain Ran can see far more than you ever expected to show them from their position at your spread feet, you shift nervously, You want desperately to close your legs and hide your obvious arousal. But it seems Ran is having none of that.
The sudden chill of another piece touches the inside of a calf and you suck in a sharp breath. Then quickly release it in a shaky whimper of Ran’s name as they start to trail further up your leg.
Oh fuck. Please Janna…
You’re honestly not even sure what you’re pleading for. All you know is that Ran has that freezing cube inching closer, and closer to your needy cunt. And you can feel it shrink smaller and smaller with every inch it glides further up your thighs. Unknowingly, you bite your bottom lip and hold your breath. Your entire body tenses and time stops as the tiny cube melts to nothing, leaving just Ran’s chilled fingertip at the very junction of your thighs.
Light flashes behind your eyes the moment Ran strokes the tip of their finger torturously slow through your wet folds. A pleasurable ache emanates from your core, pulsing through your lower half. Your knees buckle and your left hanging with all your weight on your bound wrists. But that’s the last thing on your mind as the sudden drop causes Ran’s finger to graze over your clit.
“Oh Fuck, Ran,” you keen and your head lulls back in ecstasy.
And then- just like that– that divine finger is gone.
“No!” you cry out, head jolting back upright. Your eyes fly open in your panic, but you’re still unable to see anything behind the damn blindfold. However, you can hear Ran’s light laugh as they drag their wet finger down your chest and between your cleavage, basically using your tits as a rag.
Evil, vile, sexy little devil!
Ran’s footsteps recede to someplace behind you, and once you regain your strength, you force yourself back onto your spread feet.
“You know-” you pause, realizing how fucking hoarse your voice is, and clear your throat.
Janna, you’re wound so fucking tight. Figuratively and literally. You can feel that coil-like sensation deep in your abdomen. The one you get just before you feel that sweet release. Which you are currently in desperate need of. And somehow Ran has gotten you there with far less touching than anyone else who has ever had the honor of doing so. Yourself included. It makes you wonder just how… experienced Ran is with this.
A noise behind you draws your attention back to Ran. They’re shuffling through their bag, looking for Janna knows what this time. Their next torture device, no doubt.
“You know, even though you won that stupid bet, that doesn’t give you a pass to torture me all fucking night,” you finally get out. Unfortunately, it’s far more broken and pathetic than you had hoped for. So of course it doesn’t phase Ran one bit. Not that anything ever does. They're always so damn calm, cool, and collected.
Ran approaches you again, standing behind you as they tap your hand- the one still tightly gripping the ball- and whisper into your ear, “I can stop.”
Not that again.
“You’re evil, you know that?” you grumble under your breath.
“You like it,” Ran teases.
You want to deny it, but at this point, how can you? As if your sweat-slick skin, labored breathing, and pathetic whimpers, whines, and pleading weren’t enough of an indication, the wetness between your legs is a dead giveaway.
You’re suddenly ripped from your thoughts when Ran removes your blindfold. Even though the lighting in the room is dim, it’s still a harsh adjustment after being in the dark for so long.
Just how long has it been?
Blinking several times, your eyes finally adjust. You turn your head to watch Ran slowly circle you. Their lips are pulled into a tiny amused smirk as they observe your expression. You start to question your earlier analogy of who is truly the cat in this situation. With the way Ran deliberately stalks around your vulnerable body, you can’t help but feel like a small defenseless mouse being toyed with by a powerful cat. They’ve got you trapped, weakened, and clearly at their mercy, yet they won’t attack. Not yet at least.
Something in Ran’s metal hand catches your eye and your attention drops to find them playfully twirling something in it. The combination of unique shape and material leaves no doubt in your mind what it is, and your breath catches in your throat.
A vibrator.
Your gaze darts back up to Ran’s just as they’re rounding your other side, making their way to your back again. Their impish smile grows at the sight of your worried expression.
“How long can you last?” Ran taunts from behind you. “Should we make another bet?”
Not trusting your own voice, you shake your head. Not that it matters. You likely don’t get a vote in this. Ran will make a game of it regardless of your answer. But you’re done with the denial. You’re going to gain just as much pleasure, if not more, as they are.
Another one of their airy laughs sends shivers down your spine, but that's quickly replaced with heat when they step close enough for the front of their body to brush against the back of yours. That heat suddenly pools between your slick-covered thighs when you think of what they're about to do.
"Let's find out," Ran whispers as they glide the tip of the vibrator across your bare abdomen before ever so slowly descending.
Your breath hitches as the tip reaches your clit. The moment it slides over, you take your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to bite back the weak mewl that threatens to escape. Your body shudders at the wave of pleasure.
Fuck, you could lose it before Ran even turns the damn thing on!
Your mind and body suddenly seem to lose communication when Ran's flesh hand snakes around and up your stomach to pinch a hardened nipple, all while the other hand presses the head of the vibrator through your wet folds. Your hips jerk forward and your back arches to press further into both points of blissful contact without your permission. Not that you care. Your body knows what you want.
Ran tugs on your nipple while dragging the toy back up and over your clit, sending another wave of pleasure through your body.
Your head falls back against Ran's shoulder. Without realizing it, your grip on the ball loosens, but thankfully it remains secure. You release your bottom lip, allowing a breathy moan to finally slip past.
The moment Ran turns the vibrator on, you immediately lose all control. All your restraint. All your inhibitions. The ball finally slips from your grasp, but neither you nor Ran takes notice. Or at least you don't. Perhaps they just take pity on you and continue anyway.
Your mind is gone entirely. Everything else in the room has disappeared. It's just you, Ran, their deliciously deft fingers rolling over your nipple, and that blissful toy vibrating against your swollen bundle of nerves.
Your head rolls to the side until your sweaty forehead presses against the cool skin of Ran's neck. Moans and mewls fall freely from your slack mouth as you feel that familiar pressure low in your belly grow stronger with each passing second.
Unbeknownst to you, you begin moaning Ran's name as you get closer to that lovely peak. The one you've been dying to reach since this whole thing started between you two months ago.
Ran turns their head, their lips brushing against the top of your forehead as they teasingly whisper, "Already?" When you're too lost in your own pleasure to reply, they add, "Maybe we should draw this out?"
Now that makes its way through your hazy mind, but only because you feel Ran start to slide the vibrator away from your aching clit.
Your eyes fly open in horror. "No! Ran, please!"
Janna, you couldn't possibly take this much longer. You've been waiting- wanting- needing for far too long. And you're so fucking close.
Ran's breath fans across your damp forehead when they release another breathy laugh through their nose. "Shh," they whisper, "I'll let you have your release."
Oh, thank Janna!
"-but you'll have to ask for it. Properly," Ran adds and you can fucking hear the fiendish smile in their voice.
So fucking evil!
"Ran, please!" You beg again. You helplessly pull your wrists against the rope restraints as you try to reposition your body to get the toy back where you need it. "Ran, I-"
Fuck, what the hell does Ran want you to say exactly? How can you even think when your mind is so clouded? When their fingers continue to twist, roll, and tug at your sensitive nipple. Or when the vibrator sits just on the edge of that sweet spot.
"I want to- I need to cum," you whimper and buck your hips toward the toy. "Please let me cum, Ran."
Those must have been the magic words, because not only does that earn you the returning stimulation direct against your clit, Ran also turns the intensity up a notch.
It's enough to finally, finally, push you over the edge that you've been teetering on for far too long. The pleasure that races through your body is maddeningly good. It leaves you seeing nothing more than a bright flash of white behind your tightly shut eyes. You bury your face into Ran's neck as much as you can. Your cry of ecstasy is nothing more than a near-silent scream as all the air in your lungs escaped moments before. But as you suck that oxygen back in, it comes as a pathetic, choked sob.
Ran- bless them for taking pity on your pathetic ass- helps you ride through your high, but ceases their ministrations the moment it ends. Once you fall back against their body, limp and dazed, they turn the vibrator off, but keep it pressed lightly against your throbbing clit. Their other hand slides down to wrap gently around your waist while you attempt to recover and catch your breath.
You’re not sure how long the two of you stand like that, with them gently holding you upright and your body limp against theirs, but when you start to come to and open your eyes, reality sinks in.
Ran just fucking got you off. Got you most of the way there without even laying a hand on you. At least not where you would normally need it. They got you to confess you like being flogged. And now you’re standing- albeit barely- in a brothel completely nude, legs spread, covered in sweat and- other bodily fluids, all while Ran is one-hundred-percent fully clothed, dry, and shame-free.
“What the fuck, Ran?” you breathe.
“Complaining?” Ran asks as they slide the vibrator through your folds before lifting it and holding it out for you to see. It’s absolutely coated in your release, just glistening in the dimly lit room.
Your cheeks grow hot again, but you don’t have the strength nor the case to claim you’re complaining about any of what just happened. Not when Ran is so proudly displaying the indisputable proof right in front of your face. But you’re also just too exhausted to play along in any aspect.
“I’m tired, Ran” you sigh and give your restraints a weak tug.
Ran might be a bit of a sadist, but not cruelly so. They know when to stop, so they set the vibrator aside before moving to your front side and crouching to remove the spreader bar.
You watch their dark gaze travel up the inside of your legs, your very wet legs. The heat in your cheeks intensifies when you catch how their lips tug upward at the sight. You quickly turn away and pretend to wipe your sweaty forehead against one of your raised arms.
Even though your legs are free, you can’t seem to muster the strength to pull them back together as Ran stands to untie your hands.
“Ran, I’m not sure I can stand-” You can’t get your confession out soon enough as the rope releases your hands and all your weight falls to your trembling legs. They give out and you gasp as you collapse forward.
Ran, thankfully, reacts quickly enough to slip their arms beneath yours and catch you. However, they’re unable to hold your weight for long and carefully bring you down to the floor with them. They sit cross-legged and help pull you sideways across their lap.
If you thought your predicament was embarrassing before, this was downright humiliating. You're so weak! You can’t even look at them in the eye right now. Instead, you stare at the contrast between their white skin and the soft fringe of their dark hair hanging along their cheek.
“Sorry,” you murmur, but to your surprise, rather than teasing you, you feel Ran gently stroke your hair and scalp with their metal fingers. You rest the side of your head against their shoulder and breath in deeply. The scent of their perfume leaves your head feeling cloudy, almost high, and eventually, your body relaxes further into theirs.
The two of you sit like that, in silence, for some time. Long enough for your embarrassment to mostly fade away. In all honesty, you’d expected something wild to happen tonight, but this part- the aftercare- hadn’t even occurred to you. And it was admittedly just as good.
Ran is the first to break the silence with a softly spoken, “On the seat,” as they slip an arm around your back and under one of your arms to help you up onto your feet.
With their help, you manage to stand and move- albeit wobbly- over to the white leather settee where they carefully lower you onto it, stomach down. You’re about to ask why you’re lying that way when you feel them ghost their fingertips across your asscheeks. The skin is still terribly sensitive, and judging by Ran’s devious little grin, you're still visibly marked.
You watch as they head back to their bag on the table near the door to grab several items. On their way back you spot them carrying a dry cloth- it’s use obvious- but they also have a small jar of some kind. You glance up at them and from this angle, you can see both of their dark eyes from beneath the angled curtain of hair covering the front of their face. To your surprise, there is something there besides their typical mild amusement. Something you haven’t seen before. Or at least you hadn’t noticed it. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it seems… soft.
Soft? Definitely not a word you ever thought you’d associate with Ran’s demeanor. Soft skin, soft hair, soft lips– sure, but soft feelings? No way.
Ran taps the side of your hip and you scoot over, giving them enough room to sit at the edge of the seat beside you. Using the folded towel, they gently wipe away the sweat from your forehead, neck, and back before folding it in the other direction and wiping up the inside of your thighs. They set that aside and open the small jar. It quickly becomes apparent what it’s for when they scoop out a small amount of salve with their flesh fingers.
They take one of your hands into their own and inspect your wrist, gently running a thumb over the marks. The skin is raw, but not from Ran’s inability to properly bind your hands, because they certainly were comfortable in the beginning. It was your own doing, your squirming and writhing that rubbed them raw. And you hadn’t even realized it, hadn’t felt any pain. You were too caught up in all the other wonderful sensations.
Ran carefully applies the soothing lotion to each of your wrists. But the act itself isn’t even what’s most moving. It’s the gentleness, the care that they put into it.
Why does that make your heart flutter?
You try to avoid eye contact with them, suddenly feeling oddly giddy and instead focus on their hands as they work.
Once they're done, they scoot further down the seat towards your legs, and it dawns on you what’s next.
Oh, here we go.
You quickly turn your head away from them and towards the back of the settee, not trusting your ability to keep a straight face as they start carefully rubbing the healing balm over your sore bottom. And oh Janna does it feel fucking good. You release a long, relieved sigh as they gently work the cool salve into your heated skin.
“Good?” they ask when they finish.
Fucking great.
“Mhm,” you murmur dreamily.
Ran gives your ass a playful little pat before wiping the excess balm onto the towel from earlier and heading back to the table again.
You turn your head to watch Ran through heavy-lidded eyes, and now you’re feeling incredibly soft as you see them carry back the glass of ice water from earlier. You turn onto your side and prop your head up on a hand. When they kneel before you to help you drink, you don’t bother to try to hide how your lips pull into a dopey smile.
Ran holds the glass to your lips, wearing their own soft smirk as they watch you chug down the entirety of the refreshing drink.
“Thank you,” you say softly and your eyes drift back down to stare at Ran’s lips. They look incredibly soft.
“Can I kiss you?” you ask without thinking.
Shit. SHITSHITSHIT!
You mentally slap yourself. What the hell is wrong with you?
Ran laughs, but it’s that damn breezy laugh they always do, just through their nose, and you’re just now realizing that you never truly hated it. Even when they were teasing you. You fucking love it! And that realization is not helping your situation whatsoever.
“You didn’t ask last time,” Ran teases.
What?
Oh.
Oh yeah. That.
That time in the alley, when you two were running from the Enforcers, and you decided to grab Ran and kiss them. Yeah. Of course you didn’t ask, but still…
“Sorry about that. I was just kidding anyway,” you reply sheepishly, but unfortunately not convincingly.
Next thing you know, Ran’s metal hand is pressed firmly against the back of your head and you’re pulled closer until your lips meet theirs.
The kiss is brief, but it’s just as electric as last time. On instinct, you close your eyes and moan softly as the side of their nose brushes along yours. Soft definitely applies to them in this context. Their nose, their lips, but also the way their mouth presses so gently to yours. It’s not ravenous, or wild, or lust-fueled. It’s just… sweet. Yet another word you never thought you’d add to your inner ‘Ran dictionary’.
When Ran pulls back, a tender smile on both your faces, they turn the tables right back around and say exactly what you would expect them to say.
“Same time next week?”
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Hi ! I hope you’re well :)
I would like to make a request : could you write a fic with Sevika and Ran both flirt (but not really in a competitive way) with the reader (fem or gn) who’s kinda shy and flustered by the situation 🫣
Of course you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, and i would like to add that i really like your page and your fics reeeally make my day so thank you very much ! (It’s like a daily routine to check ur account 😂)
ugh, i wanna kiss you so bad anon
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Requested ⇢ Yes/No
Type ⇢ Headcanons❥, Fem!Reader
You’ve dealt with random flirting and cat calls from around the undercity before. It wasn’t anything new; you'd just simply ignore them and keep your distance. But you couldn’t do that with Ran and Sevika. It was like they were completely different from everyone else.
Everyone around the Undercity knew them as Evil and Eviler while you simply just existed between the two. They were like your protectors. Or at least that’s how they were viewed. Because of your nature and how easily startled you seem it wasn’t long before they started being labeled as so when everyone saw how “Close” you all seem.
After a while the catcalls stopped and you were free to roam around the Undercity without worrying about unwanted flirting. But you weren’t fully safe from flirting. Since you were so timid and shy Sevika saw this as an opportunity to get you as bothered as possible.
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“Run em’ up boys” Sevika exclaimed with that shit eating grin she always had when she won. You were sitting next to her just for moral support. Nothing more nothing less.
“No fair Sevika, you got y/n as a lucky charm!!” One of the players barked out.
“y/n? She is pretty, ain't she?” Sevika nudges you with a smirk and a wink and you feel your face get hot.
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It wasn’t that bad. It was innocent flirting. You didn’t think too much of it. Until Ran started it up too. It would be in public whenever they were in the middle of a game.
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It was a tied game and Ran was up first. After calculating their next move they spotted you and winked.
“If I make this, Can I get a kiss?” They asked with a smirk. To everyone else it could’ve been an innocent question but to you it made your whole body go up in flames. You knew it wasn’t that innocent of a question. You didn’t respond. Aran chuckled, going down to make their shot. After a quick pause and the loud crack of the billiard balls hitting each other the surrounding men went into an uproar of cheers as Ran stood with pride. They won the first round.
“Where’s my reward sweetheart?” They called out to you.
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To say the least they had a hold on you.
It was draining for you but it was a laugh for them both. Especially whenever they would team up to make you nervous.
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It was during a walk home when they started this up again. Ran and Sevika walking with you in the middle. Sevika would always be the first one to start it.
“Watch your step sweetheart, would hate for you to be bruised” She’d comment with a mischievous tone. Ran would chime in with a chuckle
“Bruised by the ground that is”
Comments like that made you sweat and unable to talk. They’d laugh.
“Awww look at what you did Sevika” Ran stopped, tilting your face up to look at them.
“She’s always like this, ain’t that right?” Sevika asked, not really expecting an answer. In return her response was a whimper while trying to hide your embarrassment.
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Sevika and Ran loved messing with you. It was always with good intentions and of course they’d stop if you asked them. You hadn’t said a word about stopping to either of them.
note: no note today c:
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I think there was enough of you interested in a side blog just for me to reblog my fics from, that way you won't get alerts from all the other stuff on my main if you aren't interested.
So for those of you who voted yes, feel free to start following this blog. I'm going to set up a queue to reblog existing fics (1 per day) until I get through the backlog. Then will reblog each time I post a new one on my main.
For those of you who voted for me not to change anything, you won't see a difference. I'll still be posting my fics on my main first, as well as all my other usual goodies.
Thanks for voting!
-Honey
#arcane#sevika#grayson#ran#ambessa#sevika x reader#grayson x reader#ran x reader#ambessa x reader#arcane sevika#arcane grayson#arcane ran#arcane ambessa
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Ran : your the cutest girlfriend I ever had
Y/n : *gives a confused face*ran... I'm your wife
Ran:OMG THAT'S AWESOME! *smiles big *
Y/n: *smiles *how hard did they hit there head?..
I thought this was cute got the idea from a Instagram post
There is not a lot of ran so I'm here to fix that
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HII!! Just sending a request to you lolol, i love this character a ton so why not request it then?? so here i am anyways… so I’ll get started and you definitely know who he is lolol…
Can you do Any Arcane Characters you know with a reader who has a Eddie Munson Personality from Stranger Things??
thanks !!
Oh do I know our pretty metal boy, thank you for the request!
Jinx, Ekko, Caitlyn, Ran and Vander With Eddie Munson!Reader
Pairing:Jinx x Reader; Ekko x Reader; Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader; Ran x Reader; Vander x Reader
Tw:Mention of drugs, slight references of Arcane Act3
A/N:Just wanted you guys to know that I’m working on all the asks, just have a little patience ya girls computer just died and now I’m only on my phone lol🥲
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Jinx
Jinx would love you let me tell you
You worked for Silco as a shimmer dealer, and although at first she didn’t use it, after Act 3 she came often to you and a relationship bloomed from this
She loved your creativity to tell her storys when she needed a distraction from the ghosts of her past
She'd have the same music taste as you, often going to songs that have lound instruments to drown the voices in her head
Even after she was taken under Silco's wing she still felt as an outcast, so having you around makes her feel better
She loved the theatrical speeches you gave on the bar tables and often joined you after a successfully mission
Expect her to steal your rings even if they’re way too big for her slender fingers, she always says that they give her good luck
If D&D was a thing in this universe she'd be so invested in the campaings that she'd make special props just for you
She'd ask you to play guitar for her when she was working on a new invention saying that you playing was the best white noise machine she could ever have
Maybe she asked you to play while she was doing some dangerous stunt, just to come up to you and be like "Babe that was the most metal battle ever!!"
Ekko
He didn't like you that much at first, ya know, with all the drug dealer thing
But when he saw that it wasn’t exactly something you liked doing but you didn’t had much of a choice he got a soft spot for you
The first time he brought you to the Sanctuary you noticed that they weren’t judging you like other Zaunites did, they had better things to do than picking at you for your style
But the kids in particular loved you, you told them stories and thought them how to play board games
Ekko would definitely want to learn how to play guitar or some other instrument that would complement it when he had spare time
If you had a band that played in any bar in Zaun he'd change his mask and would sneak out to go and cheer for you
He also likes wearing some jewelry pieces and would definitely steal some for you when he was in an assignment in Piltover
If you somehow where in combat with him he’d be the one telling you that there was no shame in running
Your intimidating figure would be useful for when he talked with Silco’s goons, even using your bad reputation in his favor
At the end of the day he’d enjoy taking all his gear off and you taking all your jewelry off and just chilling in bed with the firelights illuminating the outside
Caitlyn
Yeah I’m a sucker for opposites attract trope lol
You two met after Vi was released from prison and went to you for information
Not having seen someone as pretty and stylish as you she was mesmerized
The way your rings moved as you talked with your hands, your loud remarks and your bitchin style? Girl fell hard
She also didn’t appreciate your job, but after spending time in the lanes she understood your side and kept your deals away from the enforcers
I can see her as someone who knows how to play violin or cello, so duets like Sixteen by Demon Hunter where she could play delicately in the background and you could go absolutely feral with the guitar are common date plans for you
You gave a speech about loving Cait in one of her family dinner party’s, which was not appreciated by Cassandra, but made Tobias know that you really loved their daughter to confess it to the whole world
She already has kind of a steampunk style going on, so don’t be surprised if she stole one of your belts or chains to compliment her outfit
She’s a bookworm, so every piece you wrote she’d be happy to be first in line to read it
After the events on Act 3 she would find difficult to sleep that fast, so she’d ask you to tell her a story or sing her to sleep
Ran
The both of you worked for Silco, so it was easy to get to know each other and have lots of things in common
After assignments they would come to you and ask for something to make them relax, and you made sure to always save the best stuff for them
Getting high together and having heavy makeout sessions
Even though they have a simple style, they wear piercings and earrings that you gave them and also stole your belts and necklaces
Every time that you’d perform at The Last Drop they’d be right beside the stage screaming the lyrics with you
If you knew each other when you were younger you definitely helped yourselves on getting stick and poke tattoos
When they had insecurities about their hand you’d always made them feel better with your compliments and maybe some of your rings to make it even cooler
I don’t think they’d know how to play any instrument, but they’d love to sit on your lap while you play guitar for them
Having pool competitions against each other with the promise of paying the winner’s drinks for the rest of the night
The only type of jacket they’d ever wear is the one you gave them once it was cold outside the bar when you were smoking and they kept it because it smelled like you
Vander
I love the metalhead Vander AU so much
That maybe in his young days before the rebellion he had a band with Benzo and maybe even Silco called the Hounds of The Underground
So when he met you he immediately took a liking to you
You helped sometimes at the bar to make extra money but quickly something else happened between you
He knew how hard things were in Zaun, so he never said anything about your deals but asked you to don’t let the kids get close to the drugs
Speaking of which it always made his heart warm how you would put the kids to sleep with fantasy storys or would always play with Powder when she felt left out
He liked your speeches, he always thought that they gave the people some kind of hope for a better future
On special occasions he’d buy some pieces from Benzo so he could make some jewelry and gift it to you
I can see him being a drummer but also having a beautiful deep voice for singing and also screaming, not going as hard as when he was younger but it was still sick
If you had a hard time sleeping he’d offer to sing for you while caressing your hair
#jinx x reader#ekko x reader#caitlyn x reader#ran x reader#vander x reader#arcane x reader#arcane#arcane fanfic#eddie munson#arcane jinx#arcane ekko#arcane caitlyn#arcane ran#arcane vander#jinx#caitlyn kiramman#ekko#ran#vander
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Im getting to requests for oneshots and things. But, I wanted you all to put asks in for headcanons and such.
So heres who I write for!
Main:
Ambessa
Grayson
Sevika
Ran
Will include:
Vi
Mel
Caitlyn
Jinx
Sky
Shoola
And any other female/Nonbinary character you can think of!
I dont write for men usually but If you ask I will consider it. (Last time I said I didn't mind I had a request that is very long lol)
Anyways hope you put in asks!
ALSO SORRY I KNOW PEOPLE HATE WHEN SOMEONE POSTS STUFF NOT STORY/HEADCANON/ ONESHOT OF THEIR FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN THE HASHTAG BUT PLEASE BARE WITH ME
Okay love yall!!!
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