#arcane x female reader
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Good Girl
Pairing: dom!Vi x fem!cellmate!sub!reader
Content: edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, size kink, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, thigh riding, grinding, fingering, face grabbing, humiliation, oral, overstimulation
Word count: 3.5k
You don’t know how you ended up here. One minute, you’re dealing some shimmer like you always do, and the next, you’re here in these cold, metal handcuffs.
The guard grabs your shoulder to keep you walking, and you push back against his hand, only wanting to defy his authority. But in your situation and position, you really had no choice but to obey.
The prison stunk and the gawking eyes of the other prisoners made you uncomfortable as you shuffled past them.
“There’s no empty cells left,” one guard tells the other behind you.
“Just throw her in with the pink bitch,” the other responds, and your head turns in confusion. You’re going to have a cellmate? A “pink bitch?”
“Who?” you ask them, but they ignore you as they drag you across a few more cells. You’re finally stopped in front of one, and you tilt your head to sneak a glance at the inmate inside of it. Will she be your cellmate?
You’re startled by a thump followed by a crack sound, which you notice is your soon-to-be cellmate’s fist pounding into the stone wall.
You could see the bulging muscles of her broad shoulders, the sweat dripping down between the creases. Tattoos adorned her upper back and followed all the way down to her forearms. Who is she?
You’re so mesmerized by watching her that you almost forget that you’re here to be jailed. With… her.
As the gate to the cell opens up, the shadows of the bars cross her back until you can see her better light.
Suddenly, your handcuffs are tugged off by the guards, and you’re shoved in the cell harshly. You struggle to keep your balance as you hear the cell gate slam shut behind you.
You start to soak in that you’re now stuck in jail until your cellmate turns around and looks at you. Beads of sweat slid down her face, and she catches her breath.
“Who the hell are you?” she asks, scrunching her scarred eyebrow. Her short, pink hair covers her eye. That explains the “pink bitch.”
“I’m… your cellmate,” you respond, intimidated by her presence.
“Yeah, I got that. I meant your name,” she corrects.
“O-oh…” you blush and look embarrassed as you tell her your name, and you then ask for hers.
“Vi,” she responds.
“Like your cheek,” you blurt, and your blush deepens when Vi looks you in the eyes for a couple seconds.
“Yeah. Like my cheek,” Vi says. Silence fills the air for a couple seconds, and you both stand in awkwardness. Thankfully, Vi breaks it.
“So, tell me, what’s a pretty thing like you doing down here?” Your eyes widen at her unexpected statement, and your face becomes hot again.
“W-what?”
“What? Look at you, you’re so small and sweet-lookin’. Are you sure they got the right person?” Vi jokes. You pout, which makes Vi smile.
“Yeah they got the right person,” you confirm, looking away from her and leaning against the wall. Vi sits on the floor near the other side of the cell.
“What did you do then?” Vi asks as she tilts her head, looking genuinely curious.
“Just some minor shit…” you respond. It was totally a lie; dealing shimmer is the worst business you could put yourself in, especially because of shimmer’s dangerous properties and high demand. But the money was too good for you to resist.
“So, ‘minor shit’ is how a cute girl like you ended up in a cell with me, huh?” Vi says.
“Stop it. I’m not cute,” you say with a frown.
Your eyebrows raise as Vi stands up, walking over to you with her hands in her pockets. She stands in front of you, face to face. She’s tall, at least three inches taller than you.
“You are,” she says, “look at you. You don’t look like you belong in a prison like this. You look like a pretty, little Piltie, looking so fragile…” Vi says, looking down slightly, “so delicate.”
You know you don’t look like the average Zaunite. You’re too feminine and sweet-looking compared to the rest of them. Usually, you hate being called small and delicate, but with Vi, you don’t seem to mind. In fact, it’s making your face hot and your palms sweaty, and you can’t understand why.
“Vi…” you start, not knowing how to finish.
“Hm?” Vi asks as she starts to back away, leaving your heart racing with your back against the wall.
“Nothing…” you say. You brush the dust off your pants and sit on the tiny bed awkwardly. Vi sits back down on the floor as she drags her foot across the ground. You take a small glance at her, and you notice the small smirk on her face. What a tease.
“I’m bored,” Vi says, tossing a small pebble out the bars of the cell. You nod, not knowing how to respond.
“How long have you been here?” you ask her.
“A couple years, I think. At some point, I stopped keeping track,” Vi answers.
“Oh… so you must get bored a lot, then. Have you just been by yourself the entire time?”
“Yeah… been just me,” Vi says, looking at the ground. You assume that she’s extremely touch-starved after spending years in solitary.
“So, then, what do you do when you’re bored?
Vi shrugs, “Usually, I just work out. Or punch the walls, you know?” Vi laughs, pointing at the multiple cracks along the stone. You laugh, too.
“So… how did you get those tattoos?” you ask.
“Oh, I there’s a guy that can do ‘em for you. Why? You interested?” Vi asks, looking up at you.
You shake your head, “No, I was just wondering.”
“Oh? You wanna see?” Vi asks.
“I can see them.”
“No. I mean all of them.”
Blush starts to return to your features, “I-it’s alright if you don’t want to-“
“It’s okay,” Vi interrupts, “come closer.” Slightly hesitantly, you step towards her. She stands and begins to reach for the hem of her shirt. You watch patiently.
Slowly, she pulls it off to reveal her hard, toned abs. You have to stop yourself from gawking.
“Like what you see?” Vi asks. Not knowing how to respond, you simply shrug. But your red cheeks answer her question. Vi smiles smugly as she turns around to show off her muscular back.
Gears and wheels follow the back of her arms to her shoulders, and then extend to the rest of her upper back. Whiffs of smoke intertwine with the gears and everything just comes together perfectly.
“Vi… it’s really nice,” you compliment.
“Yeah?” Vi says. Without thinking, you reach out to touch it. Vi jerks flinches lightly with the unexpected contact, but she doesn’t interrupt your exploration.
After a couple seconds or your hand running over the might of her back, you realize what you’re doing. You quickly pull your hand away.
“I’m sorry… I don’t know why I-”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” Vi assures as she turns around to face you. You stop your eyes from looking down at her muscular stomach and instead force yourself to look into her gray eyes.
“You’re so cute,” Vi starts, “especially when you’re nervous and blushing like that.”
“I’m not…” you argue, but Vi shushes you and drags her thumb along your bottom lip. Your breath hitches.
“You are. You’re so cute, I just wanna ruin you until tears are streaming down that pretty face of yours,” Vi says as she inches her face closer to yours. Your eyes widen at the bluntness of her statement.
“Vi… you can’t just say stuff like that. What if the guards catch us?”
“They won’t. The guards are sleeping right now. We’ll be fine,” Vi assures as you feel her breath on your lips. You decide to trust her as you let your lips brush her gently.
Vi grabs your chin and pulls your face towards hers, kissing you passionately. You give up your control and let her tongue explore your mouth. Vi pushes you against the wall and continues to make out with you.
She grab the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head, leaving you in your bra. You blush and make an attempt to cover yourself, but Vi holds both your wrists with one hand.
“No. I wanna see it,” she says. She lowers her head to your neck and starts to bite marks into it. She lets go of your wrists, and uses one hand to hold your chin to the side and the other to drag along your chest.
You can’t help but moan when she pulls your bra down to your waist and kisses your breasts. Her mouth wraps around your nipple as you grab her pink hair. Vi doesn’t seem to mind it.
Vi places her knee between your legs and you absentmindedly begin to grind against it. Vi brings it upward and you groan. The guards may not be able to hear you right now, but the other prisoners sure can.
“Shh…” Vi says, “You don’t want everyone to hear you, right? To hear how much of a slut you are just from grinding against my thigh?” Her words surprisingly make you moan. You shake your head, but you wouldn’t really mind it if they did.
She removes her leg from in between yours and you whine in frustration. Before you could protest, Vi grabs your body and throws you over her shoulder like you’re as light as a feather. It turns you on.
She walks over to the small bed without any struggle, and she tosses you onto it. You look up at her with those adorable, innocent eyes, and it drives her feral. She gets on top of you and makes out with you again, but this time it was much less gentle. Your hands tangle through her hair again, and you grab it as if she’s your only lifeline.
Vi’s lips travel down your neck, down your chest, and she starts kissing down your stomach. She finally unclips your bra, and then she surprises you when she licks a stripe all the way from your nipple to your neck.
Vi’s hand starts to reach for the hem of your pants. She sits on her knees between your legs to unbutton them. She takes your ankles and brings them up, allowing her to yank your shoes and pants off. You blush at being exposed like that, and your position with your legs in the air. You try to bend your knees to cover yourself, but Vi holds you still. Even though you’re still wearing your underwear, this feels very embarrassing.
“Vi…” you whine, but Vi pays no attention to it. Instead, she pushes your knees back so that they almost reach your head. You turn away in an attempt to hide your face from her. She doesn’t need to see your red face; this is humiliating enough as it already is.
“Aw, baby, are you shy?” Vi coos, “Hold your knees for me, just like that.” Despite the embarrassment, you obey. And you can’t say you don’t like it.
“Can I take this off?” Vi asks, gesturing to your underwear. You nod.
Vi pulls off your underwear, and she brings it to your knees. You squirm with the thought of how you must look right now. Legs up, knees apart, so fucking exposed, and it’s all for her.
“Aw, look how wet you are. You’re fucking soaked,” Vi teases. You whimper.
Without any warning, Vi pushes her middle finger all the way in and without any struggle. You moan.
Vi begins to slide another one in. This time, you can feel the slight sting from the stretch, but you like it. You subconsciously grind against her hand to push Vi’s fingers in deeper, and Vi chuckles.
“Fuck, you’re so needy, aren’t you? Good girl.” You shamelessly grind against her fingers as your eyes shut and you grip the sheets.
Vi flips then you two around, so she’s lying on the bed and you’re on top of her, your knees on either side of her waist. Her fingers are still in you.
“C’mon. Ride me,” Vi whispers as she pushes your head down to rest on her shoulder.
You moan at her words and start moving your hips again. You adjust yourself to get her fingers to just touch that one spot… but you can’t. You look down at her and see her smug smile. You know she’s avoiding that spot on purpose.
“Vi, fuck, c’mon,” you whine, still trying stimulate your sweet spot.
“What’s the magic word?” she teases, like you’re a child.
“Oh, fuck, please? Please, Vi, please please please…” you moan into her neck.
Vi suddenly curls her fingers in you. She hits the spot perfectly. She continuously rubbed it, giving you no break or chance to breathe.
“Oh my god… Vi… it feels so fucking good, please don’t stop!” You try to match her rhythm, but it was too fast for you. You do the best you can. When her other hand reaches down to rub your clit, you can’t hold your sounds back anymore. Fuck it if the other prisoners hear you. They can hear how good Vi is making you feel…
“Vi- I’m cumming,” you tell her, mouth agape and expression blissed out.
Suddenly, Vi pulls her fingers out of you takes her other hand away from your clit.
“No, no no no no…” you cry, as you attempt to grind against her, not wanting to lose your high. A tear of frustration falls down your cheek and Vi loves it.
“Aw, did my girl wanna cum?” You sniffle and nod.
“Please, please let me. I can’t take it,” you beg.
“But you look so adorable like this, crying into my neck,” Vi says, tilting your head up so she can wipe your tears away.
“Please…” you beg with desperation. Vi moves your body so that your knees are on either side of her right thigh.
“C’mon. Ride me properly, then,” she says. You whimper and begin moving your hips. The rough fabric of her pants against your swollen clit feels so good, and you try to match the pace Vi was going at earlier, but you can’t do it.
You cry out in annoyance, and you look up at Vi with those wet eyelashes and swollen lips.
“Vi, please, help me?” you ask. Vi shakes her head.
“You can do it. C’mon. Ride my thigh like the slut you are,” Vi says, grabbing your hair and pulling it back. You place your hands on her biceps and use it as leverage.
With each motion of your hips, Vi brings her leg up slightly to help you. Her hand is still in your hair, yanking and tugging on it whenever she feels like it. It hurts your scalp, but it feels so good.
“H-help…” you moan out. And, this time, Vi complies. She reaches down and rubs your clit while you ride her.
“Don’t cum without my permission,” Vi warns, and you nod in response.
In just a minute or two, you could feel your orgasm creep into your body again.
“Vi, gotta cum, please?” you ask her nicely.
“No,” Vi says. Plain and simple. You cry out in need as you continue riding her and Vi keeps rubbing your clit.
“Why?” you whine. Tears fall down your face as you struggle to hold it, and Vi smiles at the sight.
“Because I said so. Be a good girl for me,” Vi says. You want to, you really do. But you just can’t hold it anymore.
Just as you’re about to cum, Vi pulls her hand away and places her hands on your hips to halt their movement. You try to fight against her, but she’s too strong. No no no no…
You start to actually cry this time, not just the soft mewling like before. Vi yanks your hair, making you look upwards.
“Were you just about to cum? Without my permission? You weren’t planning on disobeying me, were you?” Vi says, looking at you angrily.
“‘M sorry, so sorry,” you whimper.
“Bad girl. Told you to hold it, and you didn’t even listen,” Vi hisses. You start to cry more.
“I really tried! I’m really sorry, I did listen!” you try to convince.
“Oh, really? So if I didn’t pull my hand away, you wouldn’t have cum?” Vi asks. You sniffle and stay silent which answered her question. Vi sighs.
“I’m so sorry, Vi, please,” you say in desperation. Vi grabs your face harshly and squishes your cheeks together. You try to apologize again, but it comes out in gibberish.
“Fucking slut can’t listen to fucking instructions,” Vi says. Her other hand reaches down to slap your ass. You moan in both pain and pleasure.
“M-more…” you moan, not even realizing what you said until Vi lets go of your face raises an eyebrow.
“Oh? You want more?” she says with a smirk. She brings her hand down on your ass over and over again, causing you grab onto her shoulders. You moan her name as more tears drip down your face.
“Such a dumb slut. Crying from a few spanks. But, fuck, you look so fucking pretty like this,” Vi whispers into your ear. She continues with her hard hits, making you squirm on top of her. She holds you down easily with one arm.
She doesn’t stop until red hot handprints litter your ass.
“You look so beautiful right now…” Vi tell you.
You sniffle, “Please, wanna cum now, I can’t take this anymore!”
“Aw, poor baby,” Vi says, stroking your hair, “Does it hurt?”
“Yes, it hurts, Vi. Please? Please help me?” you ask her nicely.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” Vi says as she pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” she says. You obey. Vi kisses down your body until she reaches your dripping pussy. She gently places a peck on your clit, causing you to back your hips up against her face. Vi laughs at your desperation.
Finally, she licks a stripe up your slit and circles her tongue around your clit.
“Oh, fuck, Vi, it’s so good,” you moan.
Vi eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. Her tongue fucks deep into you and her nose nudges against your swollen clit.
“You taste so fucking sweet. I love it,” she whispers into your pussy. The slight vibration from her talking makes you go feral.
From all the edging you experienced prior, it doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge. Her lips sucking your clit and her strong hands holding your thighs was too much for you to handle.
“Vi, I need to cum, please, can I cum?” you whimper. For a second, you’re worried she’ll deny you again. But instead, she hums and nods between your legs.
You let go with a scream. This is the most intense orgasm you've ever had. You see stars and your legs shake around Vi’s head.
Vi doesn’t stop. She continues lapping up your juices as they drip down her chin. You make an attempt to push her head away, the sensitivity being too much, but she stays put until she gets every last drop.
You finally get a chance to breathe when she pulls away, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, and smirking at the sight of you.
Vi brushes your sweaty hair our of your face and coos at you.
“So good for me. Good girl,” she says. You nuzzle into her neck as you start to drift off. Vi gently puts your underwear back on for you and drapes the blanket over the two of you.
“Thank you…” you whisper. She slowly drags her fingers down your arm.
“Hey?” she asks. You hum in response.
“How’d you get in here?” Vi asks, “You never told me.”
“I… dealt some drugs,” you respond.
“Oh? So it really is just minor shit. I thought you were hiding something,” Vi laughs. You laugh too.
“Yeah, just some shimmer,” you admit. Vi stops laughing for a second and her eyes widen.
“You’re kidding,” she says, stunned.
“I’m not,” you chuckle.
“You dealt fucking shimmer? That’s fucking crazy. I didn’t know you were capable of that shit,” Vi replies, sounding impressed.
“Yeah, well, I got caught, so…”
“Well, you know, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have had the best orgasm of your life,” Vi smirks. You nod in agreement.
You yawn and your eyes began to close. You rest your face comfortably in her neck, and she looks down at you in adoration.
“My good girl…”
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DAY FOUR. LOCKJAW
ft. vi — league of legends / arcane
after coming home from a long day of work, your darling girlfriend vi surprises you with some gourmet chocolate. a sweet affection laced with something she thinks she’ll get away with, little does she know that you know her all too well.
ruling. nsfw — mature content
content warnings. afab! reader, sub! vi, aphrodisiac chocolate, degradation, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, slight overstimulation, vi uses nicknames for the reader (babe, baby, honey, sweetheart)
an. mommy mama oh god. this one is a little short bcs its like kind of vanilla or whatever but oh my god mother vi i would let her #### me til i ###### ngh. also i know i said i didn’t like the word cunt but I HAD TO USE IT I WAS USING PUSSY TOO MANY TIMES IT HAD TO HAPPEN IM SORRY!!!
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“slow down, y/n, please,” your girlfriend vi whined, hips jolting away from your tongue. “you’re being so rough, baby please.”
today you came home from work a bit tired. so, your beloved decided to surprise you with some chocolate. of course, you couldn’t deny a sweet treat. but a few moments after taking a bite, the world seemed so humid all of a sudden.
after fumbling around hazily for the discarded box, you found out that the chocolate had an aphrodisiac in the strawberry filling. some hormones or something, you don’t remember — not like you could when you were pushing your girlfriend into bed, ready to ravage her like a wild animal.
“sit still.” you instructed, burying your face into her pussy and licking a stripe up to her clit. she flinched and shied away; only to be dragged back down onto your face with your hands digging into her thighs.
vi whimpered, feeling your fingers hold her right in place. “i — baby, i’m sorry, i just wanted to try something out, babe—” she tried to explain, writing and jerking as you ate her out. “don’t apologize,” you murmured. the vibrations of your voice against her clit made her moan quietly. “just sit back and take what i give you, okay?”
she hesitated, but eventually nodded slowly and felt herself lean back into the bed. her thighs clenched around your head as you dove back down, tongue fucking her slowly.
as you kept working at her pussy, your hand made its way over to accompany your tongue. your middle finger was the first to slowly work its way inside of her, causing vi to gasp and writhe against the sheets.
“baby, oh god…” vi gasped, voice weaving weakly in and out of moans. again her hips tried to shy away from you. you pulled her back down with your free hand onto your lips before using the same hand to smack her thigh, causing her to jolt and whine. her voice left you wet, thoughts racing as you clenched your thighs together.
your finger worked in and out of her, pumping hastily as you pulled her down further onto your face. nose buried against her clit, your tongue worked at her core like a dying man’s first taste of water.
you slipped another finger inside of her, ring finger accompanying the middle. using the hand digging into her flesh to further spread her legs, burying your head in between vi’s thighs as she let out a strained gasp.
she let out another breathy moan. “you’re so fucking good at this, oh my god baby, please…” vi mumbled, voice going hoarse as your fingers sped up. you hummed to show her you were listening, and again the vibrations of your voice against her clit made her groan.
the haze of the aphrodisiac left you with more stamina than usual. your jaw and mouth working fast, tongue only working faster as your fingers struggle to keep up. your lips were sloppy against vi’s cunt. every lick and suck at her core was desperate and almost animalistic. her noises left your own pussy soaking in your underwear.
“babe — baby. baby, i’m gonna cum,” vi’s stomach muscles tensed and un-tensed as her hips began to grind down onto your tongue. “i’m gonna cum. please, love, i’m gonna cum.”
again you hummed, nose pressed against her clit as she came around your tongue with a drawn out gasp. but when you didn’t stop, she jerked up and tried to scramble backwards once more.
you brought your hand down onto vi’s thigh again, continuing to fuck her pussy with your tongue as she let out a strained moan. “babe, honey, ‘s too much,” she began to babble, grabbing at your hair as you kept thrusting your fingers and tongue into her. “i — i just came. sweetheart, i just came!”
“you can cum again.” you muttered in between her legs. she whined, thighs closing in around your head once more. “no. no, i can’t. i — i can’t do it, please, i need a break..”
but you didn’t stop. you wouldn’t unless you heard vi say the one word that would truly put all of this to rest. not even once your jaw began to cramp and lock and your wrist became sore from hitting her sweet spot over and over again.
until then, you’d continue to have your share. of your girlfriend, and the rest of that chocolate.
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Vi Using a Special Strap-on On You
Pairing: Vi x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, artificial cum, rough sex, strap-on use, Vi can feel everything
A/N: Hey did you know you can make artificial cum?! Like for sex only?!
She's barely used strap-ons let alone those with who she can actually feel you, really feel you clenching around her like it's a real cock. It's super sensitive too so every time you squeeze around her you watch her eyes roll back into her head. She needs a minute to regain her focus or else she's gonna bust right away.
"Shit, shit fuck! Okay, I... I need a bit, oh my gods can you stop feeling so good? Is this what they mean by coming too soon cause damn I didn't think it'd be this hard. Damn it, I said give me a break!"
Vi pushes your hips down because clearly her words aren't reaching you. It's too much fun to tease her like this. You can see her control breaking little by little, it won't be long until she's fucking you into the bed to hard your bones turn to mush.
"Stubborn. Just like me. Guess that's why you and I fit so well together huh, sweetheart. We're both made of stronger stuff but I wonder how strong you'll be when I get serious about this?"
Like you predicted, Vi completely loses herself in your love making, spurred on by pussy squelches and moans and your nails raking across her back. The only thing that's keeping her from fully losing her mind is that she wants to be conscious enough to see her cum dripping out of you when she's done.
"I can't wait to fill you up. Bet you... you'll look so sexy. Mmm, you can squeeze now, fuck... so tight, so tight, oh fuck. So good for me, good girl, yes! I can't I need to fucking breed you right now."
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sweet and loving sex w vi! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
vi prefers it slow, likes to caress your delightful soft skin, gripping the edges of your hips with calloused hands, lips so soft she can’t help herself drown in you. she pecks the corner of your mouth, “you want my fingers now?”
her sky baby blues, full of life and love, expectant for your acceptance and you give it easily. eagerly nodding she slowly glides her finger into your dripping pussy. vi thinks she can just die right there, happily watching your gleeful smile transform into an eager moan. “i love fucking you with my fingers, baby. you’re so perfect.”
chants of i love you fall from your lips, as you kiss her, the love of your life, fucking you sweetly and she’s chanting your name as if you’re the one fucking her, but seeing you like this is more than enough for her. your fingers tightly woven in her hair, pulling away to look in her loving eyes as she gifts you sensational release only she can bring.
#vi fucking me bc she loves me has me like (✦ ‿ ✦)#lesbian#wlw post#wlw sapphic#vi x reader#vi arcane x reader#arcane x reader#arcane x female reader#arcane x you#vi x you#vi x y/n#vi fanfic#vi smut#vi x female reader
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need this man
#ekko#arcane#ekko arcane#ekko league of legends#ekko x reader#arcane x reader#arcane x y/n#arcane x female reader#arcane x you#<3
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childhood friends to lovers hc’s | Vi
read this or DNI
an: first time writing for Vi, first time writing something after my loooong hiatus. Hope it’s good and sorry bcs it’s short af
childhood bff!Vi who was super grumpy but became all sweet and bland whenever yo were around
childhood bff!Vi who always had time for you
childhood bff!Vi who adored hearing you ramble about whatever you had to say
childhood bff!Vi who surprisingly felt comfortable being weak with you, crying, talking about something that was bothering her, anything
childhood bff!Vi who knew everything about you and let you know everything about her
childhood bff!Vi who discreetly tried her best to spend time alone with you and hated powder for being the annoying little sister, mostly she stole the little attention you were already giving to her
childhood bff!Vi who had a nickname for you after being friends for a while but refused to let you know about it until someone mentioned it and she had no option but confessing what she did
childhood bff!Vi who’s nickname you’d given her was something ridiculous and not related to her at all but was somehow special for you and reminded you of her, a lot
childhood bff!Vi who would get extremely anxious whenever she’d make you mad or something (she’s not the most patient person ever) and would never know how to apologize or what to say/do
childhood bff!Vi who received lots of comments about how suspicious was her relationship with you. Who would also deny those comments until maybe they were right
childhood bff!Vi who knew the exact moment and reason where she fell for you and eventually let you know how special that memory was for her
bff to lovers! Vi who a hundred percent flirts with you in the most lame friendly way, she tries hard but her cocky personality doesn’t help to make it obvious that she’s into your
bff to lovers! Vi who’s obsessed with indirect kisses, wether is sharing food or a glass of water, she takes her chance every time
bff to lovers! Vi who loves having her hands on you, not too touchy but you’d find her hands somewhere in your body every time you’re with her
bff to lovers! Vi who stares at your body and makes comments about it, not necessarily about you looking hot or something like that but she has to let you know you look good and she’s noticing
bff to lovers! Vi who gets ridiculously weak whenever it’s about you
Imagine this scenario (hot girls have been there) where someone mentions something about you two and you’re like, omg eww no we could never date and she’s just like, haha yeah.
bff to lovers! Vi who would probably confess her feelings in the most stupid random way but would try her best to make it special for both (she knows you well enough to recognize it’s mutual and feels stupid for not seeing that before)
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lover! Vi who takes special dates very seriously
lover!Vi who’s also the kind to forget those special dates
lover! Vi who ruins special moments with awkward stuff (gets visible flustered)
lover! Vi who loves being clingy and cuddling but never says it out loud, she just puts her body on yours, nibbling on your neck, wrapping you with her arms. you know what she wants
lover! Vi who smiles whenever she sees you
lover! Vi who learned to be the most patient human ever for you (fails, but she tries hard and that’s what matters)
lover! Vi who loves spending quality time with you
lover! Vi who’s obsessed with you, how you think, what you like, how you speak. She adores you.
lover! Vi who’s touchier than ever. Also, not discreet with how her eyes can now freely land on your chest or ass. You can be talking about whatever, be doing whatever, and her eyes are there.
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Arm Candy (Silco/F!Reader)
“I need someone who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.”
Silco needs a plus-one for a fancy topsider party. You don't really have a choice but to agree.
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Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)
Words: 5.8k
Content: Resolved sexual tension; semi-public sex; vaginal fingering; dirty talk; dubious business ethics
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It wasn’t often you got called into Silco’s office first thing in the morning. You were a paper-pusher, not one of the battle-hardened henchmen who usually hung around the Last Drop, and your work mostly kept you at your desk. Calculations came as naturally to you as breathing, and you could crunch numbers faster even than Silco himself. In the few months you’d been working for the Eye of Zaun, you’d made yourself indispensable. You helped keep track of the Shimmer shipments going to and from Zaun, you effortlessly slipped the profits from the drugs business into the earnings from the various factories and bars and properties that Silco owned, and once a week you’d spend the evening alone in the office with your stern, exacting boss while you went over that week’s financial reports. Silco needed someone to cook his books, and you prided yourself on being the best damn chef in the undercity. You kept to yourself, you prayed he never noticed your furtive glances up at him when he was absorbed in his work, and you did not cause trouble.
So it was only natural that your stomach twisted itself into knots as you stepped into his office, and that those knots tightened when he looked up from the paper he was reading, his bicoloured stare pinning you and making your walk to stand in front of his desk feel like miles instead of metres.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” you said when you were near, and the way his eyes flicked over you, almost too quickly for you to notice, did nothing to calm you.
“I did,” he said, his chair creaking as he leaned back in it. You’d definitely never wondered if it could hold two people. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
You could swear that sentence made your brain fritz like a faulty wire. “I, um—” Absolutely nothing was the real answer, but for some reason you didn’t want to admit that. “I made plans with…Ran and Dustin,” you said, saying the first names that came to your mind even though you’d never shared more than small talk with either of them.
Silco’s eyebrow raised as if he could see right through your lie. Which he probably could, because it was completely transparent. “Then cancel them. I need your help at an event.”
“What kind of…event?” you said, your mind reeling with all the things Silco could be alluding to. Shakedowns, back-alley deals, assassinations…
“Don’t look so frightened,” Silco said, taking a cigar from his ashtray and lighting it. He took a deep drag, letting the smoke billow around him as he spoke. “Are you familiar with Ko Shosu?”
It took you a moment to remember the name from some of the background research you’d carried out on Silco’s competitors. “Doesn’t he own that factory that makes gears or something?”
“The very same. He’s hosting a party at his residence topside tomorrow night and unfortunately, I’ll need to make an appearance. Shosu seems to think we’re acquaintances. And on top of that, I happen to know that one of his associates has run into some financial trouble as of late. His factory makes components that are essential to the Shimmer-tanks we’re developing. Now isn’t that a stroke of luck?”
“You want to get to this associate so you can get him to work with you?”
“Exactly. His name is Rupert Torek and he’s run up gambling debts with some very unsavoury people. I’m sure he’ll be cooperative once he realises I can lend him enough money to get himself out of debt before his wife finds out.”
You decided not to ask how Silco could have information like that on someone he’d never even met. For your sanity’s sake, it was better not to know. “And why do you need me, sir?”
It might have just been your imagination, but you could swear Silco looked you up and down again. Slower this time. “I thought that would be obvious. I cannot exactly show up to something like this alone. I need someone who can distract Torek’s wife so I can get five minutes alone with him, and who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.”
“I, um—” you floundered for a minute – the words look pretty on my arm setting your heart racing, which was stupid, he’d literally just said he wanted you to be his arm candy for a night, it meant nothing – and Silco raised an eyebrow at your hesitation.
“You’ll be paid overtime for your trouble, of course,” he said.
“That wasn’t—thank you, sir,” you said quickly.
“Good,” he said, flicking through some of the papers on his desk, his focus already slipping back to his work. “Meet me outside Ko Shosu’s house at eight sharp. Wear something nice and do not be late.”
It was a struggle to focus on your work for the next two days. The figures that usually came so easily to you seemed to blur together until you had to triple-check your spreadsheets in case you’d made an error while your mind insisted on screeching Silco think’s I’m pretty over and over like a stuck record. You were sure he’d meant nothing by that offhanded comment, but that didn’t help anything.
It was almost a relief when the next evening rolled around just so you could focus on doing something.
But that relief didn’t last long when you realised you didn’t have the first clue what you should wear to a party at a topsider’s fancy estate. There wasn’t time to hit up the markets even if you could justify the expense, so you settled for a black dress that was simple, but showed off your figure without showing too much of anything else, as you could at least guess that anything shorter than the knee-length hem of your dress might not go over well among the stiff, buttoned-up topsiders. You’d had the dress a long time and had to stitch it once or twice, but surely nobody would notice a little thing like that.
You felt strangely buoyant as you made your way through the upper districts of Zaun, where at this time in the evening business was just starting to pick up. Lines were forming outside the nicer clubs, the street hawkers were packing up to make way for the crowds, and the air nearly sparkled with Shimmer residue as you passed the open doors of some of the edgier establishments, where topsiders went to get a taste of the undercity without actually having to venture below. You couldn’t even find it within yourself to be annoyed at the arrogant topsiders who came to Zaun to indulge in all the things they couldn’t in Piltover before returning to their cushy homes and easy lives. Tonight felt like an infiltration, and it was you who would be inserting yourself somewhere you could never belong.
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You met up with Silco outside the gates of Ko Shosu’s estate. He’d gone straight there from a meeting with some topsider businessman, and he was dressed as elegantly as he always was. As you approached you glanced at the people milling around on the wide driveway, and you suddenly felt underdressed.
“You’re almost late,” Silco said by way of greeting, and the nervous knot in your stomach only tightened.
“Sorry, sir. Border guards held me up. You know how they are.” The Enforcer at the checkpoint on the bridge had made a huge fuss over your ID photo having a slightly different hairstyle than you did now, just being an asshole because he was an Enforcer and he could.
“Hm,” was all he said as his eyes raked over you, and your mind instantly went to those little stitches in your dress. You suddenly felt as if he could see every little flaw in you, and the feeling only worsened when a couple of women in glittering floor-length gowns swept past, arm-in-arm and laughing airily.
“Do I look all right?” you said just to break the tense silence. “This is the best I have.”
“You look perfectly acceptable,” Silco said, and that was almost worse than if he hadn’t said anything. Acceptable. You’d be lucky if you weren’t mistaken for a servant. “Shall we?” he said then, offering you his arm. When you hesitated, he rolled his eyes. “Take my arm. We have to at least appear as if we both want to be here.”
“Do you want to be here?” you said as you curled your hand around his elbow, trying to ignore the jolt you felt at touching him, even if he was wearing a coat.
He scoffed. “Of course I don’t. But needs must.”
As you made your way up the long driveway, you couldn’t help but gawk at your surroundings. You knew this wasn’t even close to being the grandest house in all of Piltover, but at that moment you could have believed it. There were at least four floors, the upper two ringed in balconies spilling over with hanging flowers and vines. The next closest house had to be at least a hundred metres away, and in the dark space between you could make out the open expanse of a lawn lit by a ring of ground-level lamps, and manicured trees on each side. You couldn’t imagine what the topsiders would do with such a space – you could probably fit a whole other house in there, even one as large as Shosu’s.
And when you entered the house itself, you actually gasped. “Someone lives here? It looks like a palace.”
Silco shot you a glare as you stared at your surroundings with wide eyes, barely even registering the doorman who came to take your coats. “Remember how I said you were the only one I could trust not to fill your pockets? Don’t make me regret it.”
But you were hardly listening as your eyes roved over the crowded ballroom. It was a sea of fine suits and jewel-toned gowns, with servants darting through the throngs like the quick little fish that lived in the shallows of the river, trays of drinks and tiny pastry-like things balanced on their fingertips. Music drifted from somewhere you couldn’t see, almost drowned out by the chatter, and diamonds glittered at fingers and throats – and even on the ceiling, you noticed as your eyes drifted upwards, or at least it seemed like the chandeliers were draped in strings of gemstones that scattered the lights in every direction.
“Concentrate, girl,” Silco muttered close to your ear, making you shiver. “Remember why we’re here. Torek is over there,” he said, though you couldn’t possibly guess which of the guests he was indicating. “Do you remember your task?”
You dragged your eyes away from the spectacle before you to meet his mismatched eyes. “Keep his wife distracted while you get him to consider working with you. I’ve got it.”
“Good. We won’t need to stay long – an hour at most, then you can go home and do whatever you’d like. Maybe you can even catch Ran and Dustin.” As he said this the corner of his mouth tilted up, and you realised with some shock that the Eye of Zaun was teasing you.
You shrugged in what you hoped was nonchalance. “It takes as long as it takes. You know I’m not one to rush a job.”
“I’m aware,” he said as you started to make your way through the crowd, weaving through the throng as if you weren’t aiming straight for your unfortunate target. Perhaps it was because people knew he was from the Undercity, or maybe whispers of the things his people did in dark alleys and dingy establishments travelled ahead of him, but the dense crowd of people seemed to loosen before him, as if people suddenly remembered they had other places to be when he approached. If it offended him, Silco gave no sign, but instead he leaned in to you again. “He is close now. Laugh like I’ve said something terribly clever, you look petrified.”
“I’m fine,” you insisted, but you did as he asked anyway, and it seemed to help. The tension you had felt in the air around you receded a little, and before you knew it Silco was shaking hands with a tall, portly man. You barely heard as he introduced you as his guest for the night, your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. Rupert Torek had an open, kind face, his eyes crinkling at the sides when he smiled, and he didn’t seem surprised that Silco had sought him out. You wondered if he had any idea how fucked he was.
“We haven’t met before! I’m Liana, Rupert’s wife,” a voice at your side said, making you start, though you quickly smoothed it over with a smile as you turned to the woman who had appeared next to you, introducing yourself and hoping you sounded like you knew you belonged here, just like she did.
Liana glanced between you and Silco, who had already captured her husband’s full attention. Her brows lowered slightly, and you wondered if she had suspicions about her husband’s gambling. “I didn’t know Silco had a partner,” she said carefully.
“Oh, we’re not…together,” you said, laughing airily. “I’m just accompanying him tonight.”
“I see,” Liana said, though now her smile seemed frozen in place, and you wondered if you’d offended her somehow. But nevertheless she called over a couple of her friends, whose names you quickly forgot, and for a moment you were very pleased with yourself. There was no chance Liana would try to join her husband’s conversation while you had her distracted like this.
It was at this point that things started to go wrong.
In hindsight, you should have realised what Liana thought you were implying when you’d said you were accompanying your boss, and what a topsider would think of that particular occupation. But you were a few minutes into a banal, vapid conversation with Liana and her friends about something that you weren’t really paying attention to before you realised that they all thought you were a whore he’d hired for the night, and apparently found this very offensive judging by the bladed smiles and barbed compliments that started heading your way. It didn’t help that you were inadvertently showing much more skin than any of them – and how you were supposed to know the current fashions topside, you had no idea. Pretty soon your fingers were itching to take off one of your high-heeled shoes and beat Liana’s face in with it, but you couldn’t exactly square up in the middle of a ballroom as if you were in a Zaunite dive bar.
So instead, you just played dumb.
You let the thinly-veiled insults, the insinuations that you didn’t belong among them, glance off you. Nobody spent their whole life in Zaun without growing their own kind of armour. Right now yours was keeping your smile frozen firmly on your face, and so Liana was too busy with you to notice that her husband was making a business deal with the Eye of Zaun himself, right under her powdered nose.
That thought made you glance over at Silco, and the second your eyes met his, you felt a strange sort of calm descend over you. Rupert Torek was still chatting away, not even a hint of discomfort on his round face. Silco gave you a minute, almost imperceptible nod, raising his glass of wine slightly.
It had actually worked.
You tried to keep your face blank. That only became harder when Silco turned his attention back to Torek and you realised that when you’d looked over at him, he’d already been watching you.
-
Soon after, you excused yourself to go to the ladies’ room. You were pretty sure Liana and her friends forgot all about you as soon as you were out of sight – or at least you hoped so. You didn’t want to know what they’d be saying about you as soon as you were out of earshot.
You didn’t head to the bathroom, though. Instead you went out the way you’d come in, not bothering to collect your coat from the doorman as you went down the stone steps as fast as you could without running.
As soon as you were outside, away from the glare of the house’s lights, you felt the tightness that had settled in your chest loosen. You hadn’t even noticed the anxiety creep under your skin with every barb Liana and her friends had thrown your way, but when it finally dissipated you wondered how you’d been able to breathe at all.
You should go back now that you’d got your fresh air. You couldn’t just disappear.
But one glance back at the shadowy figures moving through the ballroom windows had you moving away from the house, into the shadows of the grounds where nobody would notice the Zaunite girl who was hilariously out of place among them.
The pathways were lit by low electric lights, and there was nobody else out here. You chose a path along the edge of the grounds, shielded on one side by a high wall and on the other by a huge rosebush bordering the lawn. You weren’t sure whether you were really supposed to be out here, but nobody stopped you as you wandered further into the grounds.
Eventually you found a bench and you sat down, tipping your head back to watch the stars in the sky. You’d only ever seen them when Silco sent you up to Piltover on business, and on those nights there was never time to stop and really look at them. Down in the Undercity it was difficult to see the sky at all through the smog, let alone the dozens of stars that shimmered through the haze of Piltover’s lights.
For some reason you couldn’t name, tears sprang to your eyes unbidden, and you tried to blink them away without ruining your makeup.
Of course, that was the moment you heard footsteps approaching.
“Drinking alone already?”
Your head snapped up to see Silco strolling towards you, and it was then that you realised you still had your glass of wine in your hand. You sighed, taking a sip as your boss sat down next to you.
“Just needed some air,” you muttered as Silco slung his arm over the back of the bench. It didn’t escape you that if you leaned back, he would have his arm around you. “How did it go with Torek?”
“I expect we’ll be getting a visit from him or one of his associates in the near future. His wife wasn’t too much for you, I take it?”
“I handled it. But they’re all just so…ugh.”
Silco chuckled as he pulled a cigar from somewhere in his coat, and you tried not to let the sound startle you. You’d never heard Silco laugh before, not even a little, and the sound was surprisingly warm. “Don’t worry, we won’t have to do this again for a while.” You watched as he held the cigar between his crooked teeth as he flicked his lighter, the strange angle of the lights highlighting his sharp cheekbones as he took a long drag.
“You know, I don’t think we’re allowed to smoke out here.”
“I don’t care.” He blew a long puff of smoke out into the crisp night air, staining it with a rich scent of tobacco and spices. “Is something bothering you?”
You searched for words to explain the anger tightening your throat, but came up with nothing that made sense. You were a numbers girl. Words were Silco’s thing. You shrugged. “It’s stupid. It doesn’t matter.”
“I’m asking, so I would say it does.” His voice had hardened, and you glanced over at him in alarm, though he didn’t look angry.
You didn’t want to push it, though, so you sighed and took a sip from your wine to buy a few seconds, feeling Silco’s mismatched gaze on you the whole time. “It’s just…all they did in there was bitch about things. What I was wearing, how I acted, their husbands, their lives. And yet…” you gestured vaguely at your surroundings. The gardens that must have needed a whole team of people to maintain. The lawn that sat empty when it could have grown enough food to feed a whole street of hungry Zaunites. The house. “They have all this, but it’s all they’ve ever had, so they can’t even see how privileged they really are. Meanwhile we have to scrape every penny just to put food on the table and some people in Zaun don’t even get that. If I lived up here I’d never complain about anything ever again,” you finished, and by now you were speaking into your wine glass, your eyes fixed on the ground.
Silco was quiet for a moment, and you didn’t dare glance up at him to see if you could gauge what he was really thinking. You’d never been so candid with your boss before, and you half expected him to leave and pretend tonight had never happened. The very last thing you expected him to say was, “What if I told you that tonight had been something of a test of your loyalties?”
Now you did look up, and he was watching you with that kind of calculated detachment he was so good at, though something in the hard lines of his face had softened. Or maybe it was just the moonlight.
“I don’t understand, sir.”
He took his time answering, taking another long drag of his cigar and releasing the smoke in a ring. “You’ve been with me a short while now, and you’re a very talented accountant. With your skills and some forged papers you could easily find work topside. Something with less risk and more pay.”
You flushed at his insinuation. “You pay me just fine.”
He rolled his eyes. “All wages are higher topside, you know that. You could have walked out of that house with a whole list of people who would pay you far more than I can for the same work, but you didn’t. Instead you stood there and allowed me to work on Torek while everyone in that room thought you were just some girl I’d hired for the night.”
You started to splutter a protest, but it died on your lips when you realised Silco was right. If you’d revealed your real job it would have raised Liana’s suspicions.
“It’s a long road ahead of us until Zaun is an independent nation. The topsiders won’t let us go without a fight,” he said, his voice dropping in case you weren’t alone in the gardens. “There will be times when you are tempted by offers of money, better jobs in better places, employers who won’t ask you to break the topsiders’ laws every day. I needed to know that you were true to the cause, that you would remain loyal to me even when you had the opportunity to make things easier for yourself.”
“You were giving me an out,” you said as it clicked into place. “Why now?”
“Because by now, you know exactly what you’re getting into by staying. Your choice to work for me is a genuine one.”
“So did I pass? Your test, I mean.”
“We would not be sitting here now if you had failed.”
You weren’t involved in the…bloodier side of Silco’s business, but you weren’t ignorant to it, either. You knew what he did to people he suspected of disloyalty. Would he really have let you go if you’d wanted? Or would you have disappeared into the shadows of the Lanes, never to be heard from again? You wouldn’t be the first. But then you realised that you’d never been afraid of that, because you would never give him a reason to doubt your loyalties. Zaun had to break free of Piltover, and he was the only one with the wits, the resources, and the sheer bloody-mindedness to finally cut the undercity free.
A sudden cold breeze blew in off the river, making the hedges surrounding you tremble, and you became acutely aware that you had left your coat inside. Before you could give yourself the chance to think better of it, you leaned back, and as you’d suspected, Silco didn’t move his arm. He didn’t quite put his arm around you, but he traced a circle on your bare shoulder with the back of his thumb, almost as if he was reluctant to touch you in case he scared you off.
“We can return to the party if you wish,” he said, and now he was near enough for his warm breath on your ear to send shivers along your skin that had nothing to do with the chilled night air.
“I prefer it out here.”
“As do I.” He held his cigar between his teeth as he reached into his coat and produced a small metal hip flask.
You couldn’t help but snort as he uncapped it and the smell of whiskey hit your nose. “You brought your own alcohol?”
He took a swig and then passed the flask to you. “Better than the swill they’re serving in there.”
“That swill is probably very expensive.”
“So is this. Drink.”
You took a small sip and were proud of yourself when you didn’t cough, even though the whiskey was strong enough to make your eyes water. A pleasant warm sensation spread out from your chest as you swallowed, though, and you shivered as you licked a drop off your lip. “Definitely tastes expensive.”
You looked up at him, and Silco’s eyes quickly snapped away from your mouth as he made a vague hum of agreement. For a while neither of you spoke, and you only passed the flask back and forth in companionable silence. The music that drifted towards you on the wind picked up in pace, and you heard the occasional drunken shout in the distance. Still nobody ventured into the dark grounds.
“Earlier I told you that you looked acceptable,” Silco said all of a sudden as he tapped out his half-smoked cigar and put it back in the tin. “I believe I should have told you that you look lovely instead.”
You felt a flush creep up your neck, and you risked a glance up at your boss – who had told you that you would look pretty on his arm, who had trusted you with this mission and had noticed when you slipped off to be alone. Nobody ever did that.
Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe you were delusional or perhaps just stupid. You didn’t really know why you did it, but before you could think better of it, you leaned over and kissed him.
It was only a quick, chaste press of your lips against his, and you instantly regretted it when Silco stayed completely still against you. You jerked backwards, already apologising. “I’m so sorry sir, I shouldn’t—”
You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Silco’s hand was firm on the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him and kissed you. Properly this time. It was your turn to freeze in shock, but you quickly got over it as his tongue danced against yours and you tasted whiskey and smoke. You eagerly let him in as he deepened the kiss, shivering as his hand slid up your leg from your knee to your thigh, and for the first time that night you were glad of your too-short skirt.
You gasped in surprise as he pulled you onto his lap, barely breaking the kiss as he made you straddle him, your skirt riding up as your thighs spread. Feeling bold, you ran your hands through his soft hair, and he hummed in approval as you raked your nails through the short hair at the base of his neck. In response he gave your ass a firm squeeze, grinding you down onto his lap.
And onto the hard length beneath you.
You circled your hips against him as he moved down to your neck, holding you in place with a hand in your hair pulling just tight enough to hurt as he bit more than kissed you, leaving marks that would definitely be impossible to hide in this dress. You couldn’t give a shit. No way were you going back into that stupid party after this.
“Tell me how long you’ve wanted this,” Silco said, emphasising his point with a sharp snap of his hips up against you.
“I—” you started, but you could only focus on his hands creeping up your thighs again. Except this time, they didn’t stop.
“Go on,” he coaxed, as if you were supposed to focus on anything except his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You hissed as he tugged them down and the cold night air hit your pussy, and it faded into a whimper as he trailed his fingers along your lips, pausing to circle your entrance in a way that made your back arch. “And don’t you dare try to lie to me, sweetheart, because you’re already wet for me.”
“Um…” you tried to focus on anything but the soft, barely-there brush of his fingers against your pussy. Every time you tried to grind against his hand he moved away, keeping his touch just a little too soft, the bastard. “I think – maybe…”
“A few weeks?” he prompted.
“Mm – no…”
He raised an eyebrow, but rewarded your answer by pressing his thumb against your clit, though he still refused to give you what you wanted. Needed.
“Months?”
“Longer. Since… I wanted this since my first day working for you.” Finally, Silco slid one long finger into you as his thumb drew an agonisingly slow circle over your clit, and your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.
“Do you want to know a secret, my lovely?” he said, his fingers moving faster, obscene wet noises filling the air.
“M-hm.”
“I have you beat. I’ve wanted this since I interviewed you.”
Your eyes flew open at his admission just as he sank another finger into you without warning. Later. You could think about what he’d said later. For now you just let yourself enjoy the curl of his long fingers inside you, the expert ministrations of his thumb on your clit that sent waves of warm pleasure up your spine.
Until the bastard stopped.
He withdrew his hand from you, and his fingers glistened in the moonlight from your wetness. Your eyes widened as he licked them clean, then he motioned for you to stand. “Get up. Go and stand at the end of the bench.”
You followed his directions on shaky legs, and Silco followed, casually strolling around to stand behind you. You had a good idea of what he intended. He trailed his fingers up your bare arms, then fisted one hand in your hair while the other held your bicep in a bruising grip. “If you want this to stop,” he purred in your ear, “say the word now.”
You only pushed back against him, feeling his hard length behind you.
“I thought not.” Then he bent you over the arm of the bench, the ornate steel armrest digging into your hips as he lifted your skirt and pulled your panties down to your knees. You weren’t sure if you shivered with the cool breeze or the anticipation as you heard him unbutton his pants, his hand still in your hair. Then you hissed as you felt the press of his cock against your centre, arched your back as he slid it through your wetness before finally sinking into you as his free hand started playing with your clit once more.
Your voice rose in a high, keening cry as he sheathed himself inside you, easing the ache of his entry with his fingers on your clit. He stopped abruptly, pulling you up by your hair. “Hush now,” he hissed in your ear as he let go of your hair and shoved his fingers in your mouth. You could taste the echo of yourself on his skin. “You don’t want them to think you really are my whore, do you?”
You choked around his fingers for a moment before you relaxed your throat enough that you could shake your head and make a garbled nuh-uh sound, which earned you a low chuckle.
“I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart,” he said as he started to move, setting a quick, urgent pace that reminded you that anybody could come around the corner and see you bent over a bench with the most powerful man in the Undercity driving into you from behind as you gagged on his fingers. Every thrust of his hips ground yours against the metal armrest, and you knew you’d surely have bruises in the morning. “I wish we were somewhere I could fuck you properly. Take you apart piece by piece until you’re nothing more than a writhing, crying mess in my bed. But perhaps you do like the idea of someone seeing you, seeing how well you’re taking me. How wet you are.” His breathing was becoming shallow as he fucked you, but that didn’t stop the stream of filth from his mouth. “I don’t know about you, but I would kill to see the look on Ko Shosu’s face when he realises we used his party to lure his friend into our web and then defiled his rose garden right under his nose.”
He said something else after that too, but you’d stopped listening to his words and let the low, rough cadence of his voice be the final push you needed over that peak you’d been approaching, once interrupted and now higher than ever. Even Silco’s fingers in your mouth weren’t enough to muffle your cries as you came, your thighs shaking from the strain of standing while your walls clamped down on Silco’s cock, over and over again in waves of agonising bliss. He followed soon after, and you felt a warm rush as he spilled himself inside you with a groan he muffled in your neck.
For a moment you both stood there, catching your breath. You sighed in relief as Silco removed his fingers from your mouth, and after tucking himself away he cleaned you up with a handkerchief before pulling your panties back up for you. “You felt just as good as I’d imagined you would,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your abused scalp.
“Is that something you imagined often, sir?” you said teasingly.
“Most nights,” he murmured into your hair. “And perhaps some days, too.”
Well, damn. You had no idea what to say to that, other than, “Me too.” Maybe you had actually drank too much. “Take me home,” you said, leaning back against his chest as he straightened out your skirts. You felt him smile against your hair.
“It would be my absolute pleasure.”
#arcane x reader#silco x reader#silco x you#arcane x you#arcane x female reader#cursedfanfic#ive been dipping in and out of this for months and now im sick of looking at it so here you go lol
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wake-up call
^ he's such a scrumptious dilf, jus' wanna eat him up
summary: you wake up to strange noises coming from the bathroom and decide to go investigate. when you open the door, you find vander in a very compromising position...
warnings: afab reader, unprotected vaginal sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), cuddle fucking, dom!vander, sub!reader, tried very hard not to describe readers looks (implied chubby reader? kind of), somewhat of a size kink? (blink and you'll miss), male masturbation, use of pet names (princess, love), cockwarming, barely proofread, reader walks vander like a dog, smut that ends in fluff. reader is a stressed out mama, porn with little plot, please let me know if I've missed anything!
author's note: so i wanted to write a somno fic with vander but i didn't really know how to go about it so here's this mess that i don't know what to do with! this is also crossposted on ao3 at xoxo_honey!
wc: 1.6k
It had been a long day at work. Fights needed to be broken up, various repairs had to be made, and one of the beer taps broke which made business go a lot slower than usual. All of this caused Vander to come home a lot later than he usually did which put him in a bad mood.
All day while he was at work, Vander couldn't stop thinking about you. your soft touch. The way your plush body slotted perfectly against his. How you curled up against him this morning when he tried to get out of bed. the way your tight cunt wrapped around his cock so perfectly the night before, drowning him in orgasmic bliss. And all day he was trying desperately to force those thoughts away to avoid any awkward boner situations with his customers. but, towards the end of the night, his nasty thoughts came back in full force and flooded his head with a lust-filled haze.
So when he got home, Vander already had two strikes against him. He was grumpy and sporting a half-hard cock.
He unlocked the front door and closed it behind him. He quietly crept past the kids' room and made his way into your shared bed where you were snoring softly.
Today hasn't been much better for you either. It was your day off of work so you decided to take the kids around the undercity and entertain them with the various light shows and firework displays. What a terrible idea. Not only were all of the children extremely giddy to spend the day with you, but they also made pancakes loaded with sugar and syrup to get them extra hyper.
So, your day consisted of carting four restless, sugar-high kids around the Undercity, but you were also running on little to no sleep thanks to Vander and his outrageous libido.
When it was time to get back to your dingy little apartment, the five of you were exhausted and decided to go to bed early.
Unlucky for you, a horny and cranky Vander had just laid down right next to you. The neon lights shone in through the moth-eaten curtains of your bedroom and cast a dim glow over your sleeping form, outlining the plump curve of your breasts and highlighting the gorgeous planes of your face. Which really wasn't helping Vanders...situation at all.
Deciding that he needed to relieve himself before getting a good night's sleep, Vander moved to get back up from the comfort of your shared bed and made his way to the bathroom.
It had been a while since he needed to jerk off. Trying to remember how exactly he used to do it before you came along, his mind started to wander to different pictures of you. Vander could only remember your lips wrapped around the base of his cock while his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you gag and moan around him.
Fuck.
The soft clinking of his belt becoming undone filled the muggy air of the cramped bathroom. Vander moved his pants and boxer down so they hung low on his waist, exposing just enough so his girthy dick was able to spring free from its confines.
He spit on the palm of his large hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly moving it up and down. The rough calluses on his palm only served as a reminder of your soft one stroking his cock, finding different ways to tease him and make him cum. he moved his hand back up his penis and made contact with his leaking tip. His thumb moved back and forth over the slit and more pre-cum spilled down his length.
No longer able to control the noises coming out of his mouth, Vander bit down on a wad of his shirt. But this only helped stifle the sounds to a certain extent.
Down the hall in your bedroom, you were awakened out of your stupor because of strange noises coming from the bathroom. worried that one of the kids was sick, or god forbid, there was an intruder in the house, you decided to get out of bed and go investigate.
As you made your way down the hall, the noises became clearer and they were similar to the noises you heard during previous nights. You immediately knew who was in the bathroom.
You opened the door and found Vander hunched over with his hard cock in his fist, with his balled-up shirt in his mouth.
Now Vander had three strikes against him. He got caught and was still horny, but his bad mood lessened upon seeing your beautiful face.
Immediately Vander moved to pull his pants up while fumbling over his words trying to come up with an adequate explanation as to what exactly he was doing.
You quickly cut him off, "What are you doing?" a slight smirk played at your lips. You knew exactly what he was doing.
"M sorry princess, didn't mean to wake you." He avoided the question.
Stepping closer to him you responded in a soft, sultry, whisper, "That's not what I asked."
Stopping his actions, you took his erect tip into your hands and started stroking him. Repeating the same motions he was doing just moments before. He immediately let out a guttural moan and you stopped your teasing movements.
You turned your back to him and walked out of the bathroom knowing full well he was hot on your trail.
The two of you made it into your bed and laid down, but Vander was confused, "What are you doing love?"
Not responding, you simply pulled down your cotton pajama shorts along with your thin panties with a noticeable damp spot in the center and rolled over so your back was pressed up against his broad chest.
"'M tired Vander." You explained, "Don't feel like doing anything."
But there was an underlying message that Vander had not yet caught onto.
You gave him a moment to think, and when his eyes brightened, you knew he had figured it out.
Slowly, Vander moved impossibly closer to you and moved two of his thick fingers to your heat. the digits moved at a tantalizing pace, up and down your folds to work you up for his girthy cock. Your slick was dripping around his fingers and when he pushed one in, it came out soaking.
Letting out a whimper, you started to rut your hips against his hands in hopes to relieve the ache in your core.
Vander only chuckled and whispered, "All you gotta do is ask princess. I don't know what you want if you don't tell me."
Broken words tumbled from your lips, "Please, wan' your cock."
"Where do you want it? your mouth?" He responded knowing full well exactly where you wanted it.
You couldn't wait anymore, "Want it 'n my pussy."
Deciding that you had enough, Vander finally gave you what you wanted. He slipped his hefty dick into your tight, wet heat. Each time you had sex, it took you a few moments to adjust to the sheer size of him because he was just so big. the two of you sighed a breath of relief, hours of wanting and lust-filled brains had rendered you both into horny teenagers. Vander's large arms wrapped around your waist so he was holding you firm into his body. The embrace pouring love and protectiveness through your very being.
After you had gotten re-used to his impressive girth, Vander started to lightly thrust in and out of your core. His movements were more akin to grinding than thrusting but he was too tired to fully complete his movements. His hand moved down to your red, needy clit and started rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves.
As a small form of punishment, Vander lightly slapped your swollen clit a number of times until tears formed in your eyes. stopping the harsh movement, he started gently tugging at your button until breathy moans fell from your lips.
The added movement of his fingers combined with his dick repeatedly hitting your cervix, you felt your stomach clenching and your thighs shaking, a sign of your impending orgasm. Letting out a series of high-pitched moans you shoved your face into the pillow and bit down on it.
Vander's hips faltered and the hand that was tugging at your clit started lightly quivering. He was also close. revived with newfound energy to finish the two of you off, Vander's thrusts became more powerful. The sound of skin slapping reverberated around the room.
Suddenly your mind went blank, the only feeling you were capable of discerning was pleasure as your orgasm rolled over you and took over your entire nervous system.
Sensing that Vander was at the precipice of his imminent orgasm, you decided to help him out by meeting his harsh thrusts by grinding your hips back onto his, overstimulation be damned.
It was all too much for him. The clenching of your cunt, the way you wrapped so perfectly around his cock, the feeling of your soft body safe in his arms. His seed spilled into you filling you up with warm, gooey liquid, the familiar sensation was oddly comforting.
You removed the pillow case from your teeth and took in lungfuls of the cool night air. Vander massaged your waist and hips to get rid of any potential bruising and whispered into your sweaty skin, "Maybe I should wake you up like that more often."
Laughter bubbled up your throat and reached Vander's ears.
"M extra tired now." You sighed, thinking of all the things you had to get done in the morning.
Vander, already knowing the amount of work you had piled on your desk suggested, "Why don't you take the day off tomorrow? The six of us could have a spa day or something?"
Leaning your head against his sweaty chest you closed your eyes and smiled, "Yeah, I think I'd like that."
hope you guys liked this, i had sm fun writing it! this is also cross-posted on ao3 at xoxo_honey, the link is in my pinned post!
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First meeting with the Arcane milfs
One night you decided to visit the Last Drop after recently moving to the Undercity, and it didn't take long for SEVIKA to take note of your cute face. You sat at the bar, chatting with Thieram, while she watched you from afar, taking in your adorable gestures and the expressions you made while talking. After losing her card game for the 5th time due to being distracted by you, Sevika decided it's finally time she made a move. She joined you at the bar and started up a conversation. You were taken aback to say the least. You couldn't believe that you were lucky enough to be approached by such an admirable and strong woman who was, safe to say, exactly your type. And once you realized she's flirting with you? Best day of your life, that's for sure. The more you kept talking to her, the sooner you worked out that this was the scary woman of Zaun that almost everyone warned you about. You couldn't believe it at first, sure she seemed tough and rugged but she acted nothing short of protective towards you. Safe to say, you wouldn't mind getting to know the dashing and strapping woman better and it seems like she feels the same about you.
''Hey, uh, so I didn't notice you here before, you new in town? Hm, makes sense, I definitely would have noticed such a beauty if I had seen you around before tonight. Well, I should warn you, this place is full of dangerous creeps so make sure you're careful. If you ever need any help, you can always find me here and I'll make sure no one gives you any trouble, alright? Good, now that that's settled, how about we get out of here? I'll show you some of the best hidden spots in the Undercity and all I ask in return is your company. Now, what do you say? We got a deal, cutie?''
GRAYSON and you lived in the same apartment building and she noticed you as soon as you moved in. It was hard not to, especially when you brought over some baked goods as a gift for your new neighbor. She thought you were very sweet and always looked forward to running into you in the hall whenever she was coming back from work. Eventually, you worked up the courage to invite her for a cup of coffee at your place. This became a weekly thing and you two got close quite quickly. Before she knew it, Grayson had a huge crush on you. You always listened to her rant about annoyances at work (Marcus) and you would greet her with the brightest smile and kindest words. She just couldn't get enough of your company so one day she showed up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and waited for you to let her in. You were touched by her thoughtful gesture and even more when she formally invited you to go on a date with her, which you gladly accepted.
''Hello, darling, it's good to see you today. How have you been? Ah, these? Just a small gift to show my appreciation for the coffees and the lovely company you're always providing me with. I know I didn't have to but I wanted to, it's not often someone is so willing to listen to my endless complaints about boring paperwork. You're far too kind. However I must admit, my motives for giving you this weren't entirely selfless. I wanted to ask you if you'd like to join me for dinner, tomorrow at 7 pm? Great, it's a date then, I'll come and pick you up. I'm really looking forward to it.''
You ran into AMBESSA while she was exploring the sights and wonders that Piltover had to offer. You were hurrying along, not really looking where you were going in order to avoid the evening crowd as soon as possible. This led to you hitting what felt like a wall brick but was actually the Warlord of Noxus herself. Now you're lucky you're cute, otherwise Ambessa wouldn't even spare you a glance, much less help you get back on your feet. She dusted you off and checked you for injuries while admiring your cute apologies and red face. She decided not to tease you too much, seeing as you could already barely form a sentence just because she was looking at you. Deciding that she has found her company for the rest of the day, she went off to explore Piltover with a little wonder she found on her own.
''Careful there, darling, I almost ran you over just now. You need to keep a better view of your surroundings, understood? Good, now, are you hurt anywhere? No? Do you have anywhere to be right now? In that case, I was also looking to get away from these bothersome crowds and I am quite new in town so why don't you show me some hidden spots around town? Surely you know of some, as a local yourself. Wonderful, give me your hand and let's go, wouldn't want to risk you running into someone again. You're mine for tonight, darling.''
CASSANDRA met you whilst trying to get some alone time to rest her nerves during an incredibly taxing and boring gala. She exited to the balcony, trying to get some fresh air and escape the gaggle of people which endlessly needs her attention and, frankly, she was tired of it all. Cassandra was nothing but loyal to both her family and her job but, at the same time, she wished she had some sort of an escape from it all. Her prayers were answered rather quickly, because you soon joined her on the balcony. At first, you tried to leave because you did not wish to bother the Councilor but, surprisingly, she called you out to join her and keep her company. You soon realized just how lonely and exhausted the older woman was, as the two of you made some small talk she inched closer to you, putting her hand over yours and always maintaining eye contact. By the time the night was nearing its end, you were both smitten by one another and Cassandra wasn't going to let you just slip through her fingers.
''Well, hello there. Ah ah, where are you going? Why don't you come here and join me, I promise I don't bite. Good girl, take a seat here. Have you also come here to escape the stuffy atmosphere of the gala? I must admit, I found myself here for exactly the same reason. Don't get me wrong, darling, I do love my job but it gets so terribly lonely and bothersome at times. Lucky for me that I am graced with the company of such a sweet girl. Tell me a bit about yourself? Oh, we don't have time, you say? Well then, how about we continue this conversation tomorrow, at my place? Wonderful, someone will come pick you up later in the evening, you needn't worry about a thing, sweetheart. Have a good night, I'll see you tomorrow.''
#arcane#arcane headcanons#arcane x reader#arcane x female reader#arcane milfs#arcane sevika#sevika x reader#arcane grayson#grayson x reader#arcane ambessa#ambessa x reader#ambessa medarda#arcane cassandra#cassandra kiramman x reader
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Sweetheart // Jinx ♡
Your girlfriend loves to play-fight with you :)
Pairing: Jinx x fem reader
Tags: play-fighting, teasing, fluff, cuddling
A/N: Jinx lives in my head rent-free I love her SO MUCH
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💙 “Is that the best you can do?”
💙 Jinx loves to tease you. It’s one of the many ways she expresses her intense and endless adoration for you. The way your eyes widen when she catches you off guard, the way you look away, try to cover your flustered face and hide your blushing- it almost made her heart stop.
💙 She never got tired of this playful roughhousing. With her seemingly endless energy, she always had an advantage over you in your sweet “battles”. This game was one of her favorite things, really.
💙 “Hey! Get off of me!!” You protest as she manages to get an upper hand on you. Her hands wrap around your waist in a tight grip. She holds you down firmly. Her brightly-colored nails just barely graze your skin, making you squirm.
💙 “Aww, am I making my sweet little girlfriend mad? How cute…” She taunts lightheartedly as she presses you down.
💙 Hearing her say that never failed to give you butterflies. My girlfriend. After what felt like an eternity of mutual pining, you had finally become official girlfriends. You still could barely believe it. She was your everything, and you were hers.
💙 Jinx climbs on top of you, straddling your body and laughing mockingly. You try to gently push her off, playing along with her and greatly enjoying this wrestling. She found your attempts to defeat her amusing. You can’t deny the way your heart races at her being this close to you... how amazing the feeling of your skin against hers was. Her proximity makes you nervous, and you whimper a little as your body writhes helplessly beneath your lover.
💙 “You’re gonna need to try harder than that, my love.” She teases as you struggle under her to try to free yourself. One of her hands sneaks up to your neck, moving in swift teasing motions. Her other hand brushes past your skin and she rubs gentle circles on your hip. You sigh with enjoyment.
💙 Jinx is just inches away from your neck, and the feeling of her breath against your skin drives you wild. Her lips just barely graze you- she knew how sensitive you were there. It feels so good inside. You lean into her touch as she nips at your neck gently. She knew exactly how to work you into a frenzy and make you a flustered mess.
💙 “Ah… please slow down… that tickles too much,” you breathe out, "please be gentle..."
💙 Her hold on you loosens a little in surprise from your soft cries. She stills herself to stare at you before a wide grin spreads on her face. She relishes in being able to make you feel good like this. It makes her warm and excited, and encourages her to keep going.
💙 “I’m not doing anything~” your girlfriend says with a cheeky smile, feigning innocence. She bats her eyelashes, her eyes sparkling at you with a flirtatious look. You feel so good and she knows it.
💙 She kisses your neck and grazes you ever so gently with her teeth, nibbling passionately. Her lips are so soft and warm. This feeling is too much to take. “That’s not fair!!” you whine. “You- you know all of my weak spots…”
💙 “All is fair in love and war, toots,” she giggles mischievously. "This is really getting to you..."
💙 “Get off!!” You squeal playfully, your voice needy.
💙 “Make me."
💙 She challenges you with that, her voice dripping with a harmless arrogance. She could not enjoy this more, couldn’t get enough of your adorable reactions. She’s eager to see how you’ll respond to her words, and she feels overwhelming happiness bubbling up inside. Jinx is absolutely giddy.
💙 Your breath hitches at hearing this. You smile, your face easing as you narrow your eyes at her playfully. “Oh you’re asking for it now~ You’ll pay for that!”
💙 “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Love and cuddle me to death?” She chuckles smugly then smirks down at you. She’s feeling very proud and self-satisfied. The look on her face is suggestive.
💙 “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do-!!”
💙 “You’ve got me shaking in my boots, hun. Real scary.” She sneers and her eyebrow raises curiously. You make her snicker.
💙 You grab one of her blue braids and gently tug on it, pulling her closer to you. Her eyes widen at the sudden jerking motion. She squeals playfully and pretends to struggle. “No!! Anything but that, love!!” She says sweetly as she tries to wiggle away. You start to give her affectionate kisses on her head.
💙 Jinx pretends to shriek in pure agony. “Oh no, my only weakness!! Please help me!!! I cannot stand being smothered by my girlfriend’s love!!” She exaggerates her act, her voice dramatic as can be. This is so fun for her.
💙 “I won’t show any mercy,” you say and you lean down. You cup her face with one hand, tracing your fingers against her soft skin. You bring your lips to her neck, planting several feverishly quick kisses like you are attacking her. Her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. Wherever your passion can reach. She laughs endearingly as she tries to shove you off.
💙 “No, not the kisses!! I can’t stand it!!” She wails as if she’s suffering. Her giggles make your heart skip a beat, and your eyes light up with pure affection as you look down at your sweet girlfriend. She's blushing from all of her laughter.
💙 You move yourself downward and start to blow raspberries on Jinx's bare stomach. Her body tenses up in response to the sudden stimulation. As she laughs, you feel her whole body softly shake beneath you. You look up at her. Your eyes meet and you share a moment of just staring at each other with pure love.
💙 This is so intimate. You feel butterflies in your stomach, hotness in your body, your chest pounding... This was the way you always felt when you looked at the girl who had stolen your heart. Being this close to her you could feel your cheeks become flushed. The two of you can feel the heat from each other.
💙 The warmth is so comforting. You cease your “attacks” and bring yourself up to her side. Putting your arms around her waist, you nuzzle against her. She’s so soft, so warm and cuddly. Your bodies seem to fit together perfectly. Jinx did not hesitate to wrap herself around you in return, she was so clingy and you loved it with all your heart. You hug and hold each other with fondness.
💙 “Aww~ that took a lot out of you, huh? “ she smirked, grinning at the sight of your chest rising and falling softly. She heard your faint pants of exasperation. You look at your lover dreamily as she speaks. “Do you surrender? Say you surrender.”
💙 You let out soft sounds of enjoyment as you snuggle into Jinx. Your hand lazily traces her tattoos in soft motions, caressing her lovingly.
💙 “Go on~ say it,” she repeats, pulling you up against her as close as possible. She doesn’t want to ever let you go. You made everything so perfect.
💙 “I surrender. I love you.” You murmured. You take her hand in yours, stroking it with your thumb.
💙 “That’s my girl,” she chuckled as she kissed your head. She runs her fingers carefully through your hair, massaging you. “I love you too. I love you so much.”
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Thank you so much for reading!!! <3
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─── vi
cw. best friend’s ex! vi, fluff, implied fem reader (no pronouns used tho), acquaintances to lovers, (slight) slow burn, cuddles, sharing a bed, movie nights, pet names mentioned: princess, babe, hun, gorgeous.
note. a lil somthing i conjured up during my period insomnia :)) I'm running on one hour of sleep ya'll mrgh... anyway, should i make another part?
best friend’s ex! vi who you only ever saw in passing when she was still with your bestie. why they broke up was always a topic your friend never really expanded upon but they got off on somewhat good terms—though you do recall the prolonged stares vi would give you when she’d come by.
best friend’s ex! vi who you happened to stumble upon when going to get your lunch at the cafe that was across from your job right after you finished your shift. you remember hearing that she wasn’t really a fan of the food here because “the food ’s just glorified hospital food”, though the silly jab at her comment is caught in your throat when she greets you; silver eyes soft as they flicker between your eyes, scarred lips curling into a shy smirk as the velvety soft sound of her voice reaches your ears.
best friend’s ex! vi who you gave your number to after that same encounter to keep in touch—she’d text you during your breaks to ask silly questions and take your mind off work stress and later call you after your shifts end. and those calls end up lasting far longer than intended, either up until someone falls asleep or till someone’s phone dies.
best friend’s ex! vi who takes three weeks to ask if you wanna hang out, you know, as friends? inviting you over for a movie night at her place on your day off to watch the movies you’d been dying to watch but never got around to. you were able to get through the first two but as soon as the third movie started, you began nodding off before vi felt your head softly fall onto her taut shoulder—your lashes ghosting the exposed skin as you slept peacefully, drooling a little.
best friend’s ex! vi who chuckles slightly at the sight and at the warm, heart-swelling feeling you give her whenever you call, text—hell, whenever she sees your face. she turns the tv off before picking you up and tucking you in her bed before she goes to sleep on the couch.
best friend’s ex! vi who you wake up and walk down the hall to see laid out on the couch, limbs hanging off the couch from under the soft blanket she had on—low mumbles could be heard from her sleeping form, faint yet audible, though they’re cut short as she stretches and slides a hand over her face in hopes of wiping away the sleep, eyelids heavy as she peers at you.
“how long have you been watching me?” her voice still carried the taunt with a softness as she spoke groggily. you feel your face grow warm at her question, despite it being a tease but you brush it off and thank her for letting you stay the night even though none of you intended to have a sleepover. she hums in response before getting up off the couch. “it was like—three in the morning—and i am not some asshole who would’ve just let you go home alone, princess.” the pet name slid so effortlessly off her tongue as she passed by you, to go shower.
best friend’s ex! vi who you find yourself hanging out with more and more, and the pet names she’d give you only seemed to grow—not like you had a problem with it. she’d call you things like babe, princess, and hun far more than she’d ever say your actual name, she even calls you gorgeous, though rather sparingly because sometimes she feels like she’s going a little too far.
best friend’s ex! vi who you refuse to tell your bestie about every time she asks what you’re thinking about whenever you zone out during your monthly outings.
“what’s with that face?” she inquires, giggling a bit at the shamelessly lovesick expression you wore. “what face? what’re you talking about?” you snap back to reality, eyeing your friend anxiously as you listen to her response. “you know, that face people make in those really cheesy romcoms from the 2000s when they’d just met the love of their life or something…” she trailed off, now squinting at you in suspicion. “...are you seeing someone?”
“...”
“hello?!”
“girl, no! i’m thinking about when imma get my mfing food.”
best friend’s ex! vi who you practically live with at this point—because of how often you two have sleepovers, she has a majority of your belongings all around her apartment; your clothes in her closet and dresser, your extra toothbrush and hair products, fav foods/snacks and drinks in the fridge, etc. though, she still insists on sleeping on the couch whenever you stay over despite you stating you have no problem sharing the bed. eventually, she caved—reluctant at first as she squirmed under the comforter to get comfortable beside you until she finally was able to fall asleep.
best friend’s ex! vi who at first when sharing the bed with you, would often wake up to make sure she wasn’t crowding your space or being touchy in any way. but the moment she woke up to your arms draped over her frame, she softened and decided to just let herself sleep—burying her face in the crook of your neck and holding you close as she slept, yet she still tries to be mindful of her movement so she doesn’t wake you.
best friend’s ex! vi who you realize is a huge sucker for physical affection. oftentimes brushing her hand against yours in hopes of holding it but hesitantly refraining from interlocking fingers when in public. and when the two of you are alone, she desperately leans into whatever you give her—head scratches, movie night cuddles, pinky holding, tracing her tattoos with your fingers, anything.
best friend’s ex! vi who realizes she has feelings for you during one of your typical movie nights, but the look you gave her when the movie ended—eyes reflecting the television screen so prettily as you tilt your head slightly to peer up at her before speaking, but whatever it was you said had completely gone through one ear and out the other as the skin of her ears slowly became a deep red.
"fuck." was the only thought that crossed her mind as she stared at your soft eyes. "vi?" you murmur, a little worried at the expression she wore. but she abruptly stands up before excusing herself and heading to the bathroom.
best friend’s ex! vi who you spent the last few days worrying about—is she ok? is she sick? did you make her uncomfortable? thoughts seemed to race through your head endlessly until she asks if you could come over real quick, through a text.
best friend’s ex! vi who—despite having met multiple people before—gets nervous when you step foot in her apartment. in her eyes, the feeling of her words falling messily from her lips as she spills her guts to you feels weird. but when you creep close to her—lips mere inches from hers as your breaths mingled and eyes heavy-lidded—that feeling dissipates.
best friend’s ex! vi who gets lost in the sea that is your lips as you drown in the feelings she was too scared to show you. callous hands slotting themselves needily on each side of your face, pulling you deeper into the kiss with every shared breath, begging never to part. almost as if accepting her request, you rest a hand against hers, smiling into the searing kiss before finally pulling away for air and softly gazing up at her silver orbs.
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Arcane Preferences/Kinks Headcannons
Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Grayson, Ambessa, Jayce x fem!reader
Vi
Vi would be a switch. She doesn't seem very kinky, but I feel like she would be into praise and choking. She loves to tell you that you're doing a good job, and she loves hearing the same back. If she's choking you, she'd make sure not to press too hard that you actually couldn't breathe. But she just loves the sight of you underneath her, getting fucked out of your mind with her bandaged hand around your neck.
"Fuck, you look so pretty like this. Getting fucked with my hand around your little neck. You're such a good girl for me."
Caitlyn
She's definitely a dom. I feel like Caitlyn's pretty experienced with sex and various kinks. She's definitely into some bondage and overstimulation. She just wants to make you feel good, even if it gets too much for you. She'd tie you up however she likes and make you take whatever she gives you. She'd press a vibrator to your clit and watch you as you fall apart, no matter how many times you cum.
"Aw, is it too much for my girl? You're too sensitive, baby? C'mon, just one more, just give me one more..."
Sevika
Do I even gotta say she's a hard and mean dom? This woman is definitely kinky as FUCK, too. Heavy bondage, dacryphilia, pet play, denial, spanking, just to name a few. She'd love to put some cat ears on you, and a pretty little tail in you, as you sit in front of her on your knees. She'd ignore you and continue with some paperwork until you're clawing at her knee and begging her to help you. Even after tears stream down your face in frustration, she'd just laugh and mock you.
"Aw, my pet, are you crying? Crying because you want me to touch you, hm? That bad? Fuck, you're so pathetic. You just have to shut up and look pretty for me."
Grayson
Grayson's definitely a gentle dom. She also has a mommy kink, for sure. She'd fuck you slowly on her fingers and praise you for doing so good. She loves hearing your moans and pleas for her to go faster, to touch you more.
"Does my pretty girl want me to go faster? Well, since you've been so good for me, I suppose I can... is this good?"
Ambessa
Hard dom. She would definitely be into size kink, manhandling, mommy kink, spanking kink, and body worship. She loves how big and strong she is compared to you, and how much power she has to be able to contort your body into any position she wants. She loves relaxing on the sofa while you go down and eat her out or kiss all over her body. She'd also love doing the same to you. And if you're a bad girl, she'd have no hesitation to spank you or slap you until you're her good girl again.
"Didn't I tell you to stay still? Aw, you couldn't? The stimulation was too much? I don't care. Over my lap, now. Hey, where do you think you're going? Don't make mommy put you over her lap herself..."
Jayce
Lil subby boy with a praise kink who definitely tries to mask it at first. It would take a while to get him to feel comfortable enough with you to share his preferences/desires. But once he does, he'd love being your good boy and getting praised by you. He'd be nervous and hesitant at first if you asked to peg him, but he trusts you and he'd let you do it eventually. Also mommy kink (sorry, I love this one).
"Mommy, it hurts. Ow, ow... please slower... thank you, mommy. Am I being good for you? Please tell me I'm your good boy. Ah, fuck, it feels so nice... you're so nice to me, mommy..."
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Dating Teen Vi
Dating Arc 1 Vi would include..
Vander loving you as another kid. You may have your own patents but he still sees you as one of his children. Meaning he gives Vi the talk instead of you because he feels she'll need it more.
Teen Vi is 100% shy when it comes to PDA. She will hold your hand in public but that's about it. On the rare occasion when she's a bit jealous she may give your check or lip a kiss but it's rare.
When it's just the two of you or 3 of you powder can see her soft side. She'd go all out and be attacking your face with kisses and love.
At this stage you guys wouldn't know your love language so expect a bit of everything at this stage as you're trying it all out for the first time.
I don't think she can cook, no one in that band can. So often you'd cook meals for the group and bake treats for her and Powder.
If you go on the "jobs" with the group, Vi would be protective of you. Yeah she knows you can kickass but she doesn't want to lose you or to get you hurt.
Also Mylo would be annoying cause she'd stop for a sec to admire your beauty and he'd be like
" I could do better than that. She's just showing off at this point."
You'd flip him off whilst flipping to another building. And when you get to wherever you are going to rob she'd let you take personal things for yourself and not to sell. Honestly she wouldn't care what you do she'd just watch you for a minute with a love sick smile on her face.
The others would 100% tease her about it. And she's blushing a bit and playing it off. They'd believe for the first few times until it becomes a daily routine.
She'd get you little gifts when you don't do jobs together and surprise you with them
If you don't go on jobs with the group you'd originally babysit Powder. Keeping her distracted and happy while the others are out risking your lives.
You weren't a fighter so you never asked to go to jobs. However you did learn how to treat basic ailments to help Vi and Claggor when they got badly hurt.
Vi would 100% get you little gifts from the jobs she does without you surprising you with them. She'd be like;
"We were out at this one house, and I saw something. It reminded me so much of you. It was perfect and beautiful so I thought you should have it."
And then she'll give you a beautiful necklace. Or something romantic that you appreciate because of your relationship.
You'd bake her cupcakes whenever she's had a hard day and you think she needs to relax. The two of you will just cuddle as you sing a soft song to her. For example, falling for you by peachy!
Because you're always baking her sweet stuff and 'cause she loves your cake and cups she calls you…
CUPCAKE
I'm not sorry for that. But on the note of pet name's teen Vi will call you anything to see you flustered.
She just loves you so much and you love her too
She’s definitely the big spoon and powder loves you more than vi (you didn’t hear that from me)
Like she see Vi as her hero but she sees how Vi looks at you and see you as Vi hero
You’re literally the coolest kid in Vander’s house
Plus you can work the bar, you have a lot of free time, so you’re able to earn a little for shifts at the bar
When Vi leaves powder behind you’d both have a big cussing 100%
Like you know how scared and confused Powder is and refuse to go and help because Powder needs support as well
Powder (bless her) would 100% influence you and beg you to bring her to the fight
One look at her puppy dog eyes, and you would cave and bring her in once she promises to stay hidden
You’d bring her and miss all the signs and when the bomb goes off, you’re their trying to protect her
Vi slaps (I refuse to write the p word) both you and her sister
Cue another heated argument you’d slap her back and cuss her out for touching you and Powder
And you’d break up.
So pissed you tell her to “fucking go to hell Violet.”
And she pretty much does, you’d try your best to comfort powder
Trying to stay strong for her, yet you’d let a few tears fall at your newly broken heart, your loss of home and your loss of your friends
You don’t notice Silco and when you do you don’t trust him fully.
But you know you and Powder need a place to stay so when he accepts Powder’s hug, you lower your guard
Moreso when you see a familiar face, passed out Sevika eases your nerves
You never do find out what happened at the warehouse, but you do know you lost everyone except Powder
You wonder if you’d ever see Vi again as you take on the older sister responsibilities for Powder’s sake
A/N
I hope you enjoyed this. I feel its better than the version i posted last time. To old moots this is not a goodbye. THIS IS A REVAMP!!
TIL NEXT TIME MY LOVES
-Dani
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Hi! Can you write romething about Vi with fem!reader with a breeding kink, who begs Vi to use a cumming strap-on on her and be as rough as she likes-
Vi is so damn hot, she makes me go supid.
Pairing: Vi x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, strap-on use, rough sex, creampie
A/N: Every time I see Vi punch someone I fall for her more. And so does Caitlyn.
Adoption is always an option but she gets the sense that this is different
This isn't just you wanting a kid, this is you wanting the fantasy of Vi specifically being the one to make you pregnant
If her strap and cum is what you want you don't need to say a single word more
Wants to be able to look at your pussy while she creampies it
But also wants to see your eyes roll back into your head when you finally get what you've been asking for, begging and pleading for the better part of an hour
Used to think creampies are too messy
Still are but it's also hot to see your pussy full after she pulls out
To make it even better for you she starts talking about breeding you, how much she wants to give you kids, as many as you can fit into that belly of yours, how hot you're gonna look when you're swollen and pregnant
Grabs your hips every time she finishes, she needs this in order to stay grounded and not lose herself in this fantasy
Might have started wearing that strap-on under her clothes so she can breed you any time you want
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Silent Nights but Fervent Looks
Tossing your head back against the pillow as your hand runs through Vi's hair. The lewd sounds she was making, the way she messily drags her tongue along your folds. Desperately looking to swallow up every last drop of release you’d give her as if she’s never even heard of what water was. Everything about her in the moment has your head spinning. As your impending release gets closer and closer, your breathing gets heavier. Feeling your legs start to shake, you squirm against Vi’s arms that cage down your thighs. Looking down at Vi with your eyebrows knitting together.
Reading you like the back of her own hand, just with the way your eyebrows knit together, she can tell that you were close. Vi took that as a sign and quickens her pace even more. Pushing her fingers in and out of your dripping cunt until she brings you to the brink of pleasure. Then just mere moments later, she has you arching your back off of the bed and completely drenching her fingers in your essence. Licking her middle and index fingers clean before she crawls up the bed and lays next to you. Gently pulling your head onto her chest and placing a gentle kiss onto your lips.
Both your lips gliding along one another. Nothing mattered at that moment. Nothing other than you both being in each other's presence, basking in the serenity of the moment. The two of you silently wishing to yourselves that this moment could last forever. Vi slowly pulls her lips away from yours but not far enough where her shallow breaths aren’t fanning your lips. She whispers softly to you and only you, "My perfect girl." And looks down into your eyes whilst yours looks up to meet hers. Both of your eyes locking with one another as each of you saw the look the other had. The look in Vi’s eyes was nothing short of absolutely unforgettable. Just with the way she looked at you, you knew that sight will forever be engraved in your mind. The way her eyes look over at you, filled with something more than lust. A more intimate look that has your body going weaker than it already is. Her eyes alone, capturing all your attention. Those angelic eyes of hers overflowing with complete and utmost, love and pure adoration. A look that you’ve never seen from anyone else besides her. The look that you know she had for you and you only. Her eyes alone, telling you that even without saying it, she was yours forever. And through your gaze, she knew that you were hers.
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Arcane Characters + Working at the Brothel
Summary: You finally got a job! But it’s at the brothel. Here’s how the Arcane cast reacts to it.
Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Viktor, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Mel, Jayce, Vander
Warning: None. Mostly SFW, some suggestive themes here and there though.
A/N: I personally would never work at the brothel. But if I did, you can catch me in the same room as the Brothel Girl ;)
Jinx
“You got a job?! That’s great news, toots! Where?... The brothel? Awesome! I’ll try and go there every week- No every day- No, no no! Every hour!”
Will literally be a super supportive girlfriend. She’s just excited at the fact you actually got a job after you’ve been complaining about being unemployed for so long. She happily goes to the brothel almost every day you work just to be your client. The visits are sweet, but also weird because sometimes she’ll pay you even though you both live together. But her actions are appreciated.
Vi
“Oh, you got the job? No way, that’s awesome! What’s the job though?... You’re working at the brothel? Huh. Okay.”
Honestly, Vi is okay with your line of work. Though she would lie if she said she wasn’t a little fearful for you. You are her lover after all! You mean the world to her and if she was to hear that someone touched you wrong or cussed you out for doing your job, she would probably kill someone. Luckily, her fear subsided when she spoke with Babette, who assured her nothing bad would happen to you. Sometimes Vi will surprise you at work when she’s done with her job early or has a day off. When she’s your client, you two will either talk for hours on end or use the many experimental rooms around you to your advantage. Wink wink-
Caitlyn Kiramman
“Congratulations on getting the job, darling. What will you be doing for work?... Oh. Um. Well, um. Alright. N-No, don’t worry. I’m okay… Why the brothel?”
Caitlyn is honestly against it. She might play coy and act like she’s alright with you talking to and doing things with strangers in Zaun, but she’s actually upset when you first tell her. She gives you a somewhat cold shoulder attitude for a few days until you confront her about it. It takes her some time, but she slowly warms up to you working at the brothel. She’ll sometimes show up and say she’s a customer to talk to you about her day. Be ready to have her visit you during hours if she’s had a terrible day at work.
Viktor
“Where will you be working now?... The brothel? Okay. Are you sure you want to work there though? I heard of the sort of things that happen there.”
Viktor is not against you working at the brothel. He just needs to make sure you’ll be safe. He knows Zaun can be shady with their business transactions, let alone that Zaunites can get handsy for little to no reason. If you assure him you’ll be okay, he’ll believe you. However, this doesn’t change that he will always be concerned about you when you’re at work. He’ll go to the brothel sometimes on his break just to check up on you. You can try and make him stay there for a visit, but he’ll politely decline. Besides, that’s not really his kind of setting.
Ekko
“The brothel, huh? What do you do there?... Oh, talk? That’s cool. So like therapy?... Woah. Woah! You sure you wanna do that?!”
Ekko will be super skeptical of your new line of work. He’s usually not a jealous guy, but when he hears that people will be paid to do whatever they want to you, he loses it. It’s not until you tell him that you have the decision to decline offers and choose what boundaries you have does he calm down a bit. He knows you are your own person, so he’ll let you stay at the brothel. But he’ll never tell you he has some firelights scoping out the area for your safety… Oops.
Silco
“You? Working at the brothel? I don’t think so, my love. I don’t think so…”
Silco is definitely against you working at the brothel. He knows about the kind of men and women that go there. Hell, he knows that Sevika goes there! You can try your damndest to go to work, but this man will use any excuse and obstacle he can find. Walking there? Oh no, an investigation was happening at the entrance. Got called in? Gonna have to decline because you had to go on a mission with Sevika. Because of his actions, you almost lose your job just as quickly as you got it. You know Silco’s secretly being a clingy boyfriend, but there’s so far you can go before your actions are borderline ridiculous.
Sevika
“... Wait. What?”
Sevika will be so confused as to why you got a job at the brothel. She’ll also become more cautious of going there. She’s a regular customer, so if she were to go one day and hear that one of the clients has been talking about her rendezvous to you? She’ll just want to crawl into a hole and die. After a few days of her avoiding you, she tells you about her visits. You’re understandably upset, but you forgive her as long as she hasn’t and doesn’t cheat on you. From that day forward, Sevika is still a regular, but she’s also your number one client.
Mel Medarda
“That’s good to hear, honey. Where will you be working?... Like hell you are.”
You can argue, you can talk it out, you can do sweet things for her, but Mel will never let you work at the brothel. She knows from her time in Noxus and through her mother how those kinds of places work. So the last thing she needed was to see or imagine you having one on one time with someone in an inappropriate manner for money. She doesn’t care if you can choose what happens to you, she will still stand against it. Before you know it, you’ve lost your job. But luckily Mel is quick to help you find another.
Jayce Talis
“So you’re working at the brothel? What’s that? Like a church or something?”
The poor innocent fool that is known as Jayce. He has spent his entire life in Piltover, never setting foot outside of the topside to explore the undercity. So of course he doesn’t know what a brothel is! He will think you have a sweet job helping people worship an entity or guide them in life. One day though, he chose to give you a surprise visit. And when he saw what you were actually doing? Well, let’s just say Babette closed the brothel down for a while when a bunch of enforcers came crashing through her place with a vengeance. By the way, you were fired.
Vander
“You finally got a job? That’s great to hear. So where is it, huh?... Oh, the brothel. You just gave me a reason to start going back there.”
Vander is supporting your work at the brothel. This big softy will literally pop up there occasionally to be your client for the entire day. He will take advantage of all the different rooms the brothel has and the services it provides with you by his side. Though you both have one rule; Never let the kids know, no matter what. Even if they question your line of work, keep your mouth shut. The last thing they need is their minds being blown when they hear what you do for a living.
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