#cassandra kiramman x reader smut
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Arcane milfs x f!reader + thigh riding please!!!
THIGH RIDING W/ THE MILFS. mndi, 18+
description. they all have perfect thighs to use as a saddle and you were doing nothing less than proving your point
pairings. grayson, sevika, cassandra kiramman, ambessa + f! reader
minors dni. lowercase intended, nsfw/suggestive content, thigh riding, semi-clothed sex, mommy kink, pet names ‘darling, dear, honey, sweetness, good girl, pet’, overstimulation, hair pulling,
author’s note. moss had so much fun writing this, one of moss’ favorite thing is thigh riding and sharing this just made them very happy. thank you for requesting anonie !
— ♡ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀
there was something about having you on her lap, rocking your hips back and forth against her thighs. no wonder why, cassandra loved your hips and waist, palming, groping, squeezing them and she loved it, loved having you on them either for innocent reasons or for pure lust.
“s’too much, hah, I c-can’t take it no more,”
your voice faltered as your clothed sopping cunny rubbed against the councilor’s delicate leg. even in this dim lights in her quarters of the house, even with your half-lidded eyes she could see they barely had any kind of thought behind. she wasn’t mean about it tho, praised you, called you her sweet girl until your tooth rot, leaving pretty love bites on your skin and if you were good enough you even got to taste her.
her fingers came tracing up your legs, admiring the pretty white stocking that were hugging the plush of your thighs before caressing her way up to your panties. she lazily hooks her finger under the material, pulling them from the front so it can rub against your clit. it’s so cute seeing you juggle your hands around as the pressure on your cunt pulls your head down, pulling an adorable little sob out of your mouth.
“I know my dear, I know, but won’t let mommy have a little more fun?”
she thinks you’re so cute like this, sweating above her while she watched you cum all over skin when flexing her thigh. you only pout when her nails dig into the flesh of your hips, cry when she keeps your hips moving and finally her good girl falls unconsciously on her due to the overstimulation.
— ♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀
sevika rested against the wall, staring at you with half-lidded eyes as you worked yourself on her thigh. and to think you were so nervous as you first crawled up to her, spreading your legs, skirt flowing out under you and your dripping core making contact with her leg through your panties.
“that feels nice, sweetness?” she leaned forward, grinning as she pushed a strand of hair out of your pleasure ridden face. the beads of sweat rain from your forehead while you chase your high, grinding your pussy on her thigh without a care in the world. aren’t you the cutest?
“s’good, y-yes, sevika…” your breath hitches in the back of your throat when her hands grip onto your waist, guiding your hips in a slower pace, your clit rubs against the fat of her thigh and you’re honestly barely keeping it together. it’s embarrassing, but you look down at her thigh to see the line of slick you have left makes you shudder.
and it’s doing nothing less than excite sevika even more as she too takes a quick glance at the cum covering her thigh. sevika had heard a lot of crazy gossip about some of your sexual adventures, but you were such a sweetheart, a pure little thing that couldn’t possibly have a dirty mind. if she had known you were having this kind of fantasy she would make you voice your lustful needs more.
“go on and come on me, sweetness.” she sings, her nails scraping marks on your ass. you could care less about anything though. it’s just you and her thigh right now. sevika flexes her muscle, and almost instantly your toes are curling, and you feel like you have been shocked. your pussy clenches around nothing, leaving a sticky mess on her lap.
mindlessly rolling your hips on the woman underneath you to ride out what’s left of your high, you huff out a few breaths, your eyelids heavy. she stroked your cheeks, her grin touching her ears as she watched you try and regulate your breathing.
“you’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you sweetness? how come you never told me all those witty talks were true? we would have had so much fun.”
— ♡ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍
there was no wonder why grayson was so fond of feeling your drenched cunt rubbing back and forth on her thighs. they were perfect, all those years in the line of duty had done its job to them, strengthening muscle portions that now stroked against your clit without an effort. all that still didn’t make up for the fact she had work to get done and you wrapping your arms around her neck, wedging yourself between her and her desk so you could straddle her.
“I need to get these reports done, dear, please be patient.” she murmured, and you groaned, rolling your eyes. grayson had been at it for hours upon hours and in the midst of that your mind must have gone hazy with a sudden need. you rested your head in the crook of her neck, tired from relentless reading of her nonsense case files and delighted to be so close to her.
grayson just continued with her writing after you murmured a half-hearted ‘alright’, her non-dominant hand coming to the fold of your hip, her thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh through your clothes. it was an unconscious decision when she did it, it just felt comfortable for her hand to be sitting there and she not at all realized how good it made you feel, how much it helped you to feel so good.
“feels good, feels s-so good…” you babble, back arching into the void and eyebrows knotting together. grayson tried to keep writing and push the thoughts of you into the back of her mind, although it seemed that she had absent-mindedly began guiding you.
it was hard not to listen in to your mindless sighs, breathing into the air how grayson was missing out on your little show and grayson almost broke her pen when you started insulting how ignorant she was to making you feel good. the hand that once held the pen bunching the hair on the back of your head, dipping it back and she couldn’t be more pleased with your cry. her harsh handling of you just spiked your excitement, your orgasm coming sooner than expected and a pool of cum soaked her uniform right after it.
“you are such an impatient pet, y/n. see this, hm? isn’t this prove how good I made you feel, how generous I was to let you use me?”
— ♡ 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀
ambessa always referred to her lap as your throne and if possible and appropriate, she would not let you sit anywhere but there. for you to sit there was your time to shine as she always put it, that you should feel like you own anywhere the two of you go and do as you please.
“s’let me c-come, please…-ah!“ when you are on her lap, moving your clothed cunny back and forth on her delicious thigh she can’t help but stop you just before your peak, stilling your hips a second before you could fall over the edge of your orgasm. your eyelids hefted as you cried
of course, she would let you have whatever you wanted and let you do whatever, but she was still the one who gave you the throne, the one who really had all the power in any situation. ambessa’s laugh paired up with her other hand coming to slap your face gently a couple of times before taking it in a harsh grip really just emphasized how much she was really in control- it wasn’t nothing but exciting for the both of you.
“that’s an earful, don’t you think? you wanna cum little one, hm?” you hum, breathless ‘yes’ and ‘yeah’s coming out of your mouth as you struggled against her firm hold, nodding hastily.
“then go on, make it happen honey.” you were such a cute thing, writhing against her big arm and reasoning with her how much you needed to cum, chocking on your words as the little jolts ran through your body when your clit bumped into the creases on her pants. your pleads were closer to nonsense than anything else and ambessa almost feel guilty for making it so hard for you to come– but she enjoyed your struggle so much that she just leaned back and enjoyed the show.
ambessa’s breathless tell-tales about where she is going to take you falling on deaf ears as you reach back to grab the back of her neck, anchoring yourself to her. your mind felt fuzzy, ears ringing as the knot in your stomach snapped.
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❥ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 • general hcs of the ladies using a vibrator on their s.o.
including: vi, sevika, renata, samira, cassandra
— contains: f!reader, mature content, dom/sub undertones, mistress kink, teasing, bondage, use of toys, hints of dub!con, very slight degrading kink, praising kink, lowercase intended.
— a/n: hi guys! i missed posting here so much. i hope you remember me :) it's good to be back. also, this isn't proof read, so excuse any grammar mistakes. love y'all.
𝐕𝐈 ♡
— vi wasn't particularly fond of the idea of toys. your pink haired girlfriend would refer to them as a replacement for the real thing. she was confident that no toy would be able to make you cum as nicely as she did.
— the game changed when she got home from an obnoxiously difficult chase all around zaun. sweat was dripping from her forehead, knuckles busted and bloodied from beating someone else's face to a pulp. she bursted into your shared bedroom, ready to just pounce on you, needing the comfort of your embrace.
— "fuck, cupcake. fucking shit! i am so done, just need yo- the fuck you're doing, huh?"
— the sight of your spread legs and juicy pussy while you fucked yourself with a purple vibrator was not what vi expected to see. your breath was ragged and frantic as you rode the toy like your life depended on it. vi could tell you were close to cumming.
— "vi...vi...need you, vi..."
— your girlfriend shakes her initial shock away with a huff and a side smirk. she chuckles and you feel the mattress dip with her weight and suddenly she's on top of you, her thigh between your legs, applying more pressure to the vibrator, keeping it still and steady as it buzzed inside your walls.
— "such a naughty girl you are, cupcake...you couldn't wait for me, could you? see...since you want to replace me with plastic, i can put it to good use on you, hmm? no, no...shhh. you wanted to cum, right? you'll be cumming all night long..."
𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ♡
— sevika's first time trying out a vibrator with you was for punishment. she felt like you were acting out way too much and she needed to fix your little attitude problem.
— "you are fucking up for my attention, aren't you, (y/n)? fine. since you wanna be a little bitch, come here. i am gambling tonight and you are coming with me, sitting on my lap all night long, getting all attention you need. sounds good to you, princess?"
— sevika had an evil gleam behind her eyes and you could feel yourself shivering. perhaps purposely getting on her nerves wasn't a good idea. you gulped and nodded your head.
— before you both leave the house, she abruptly pulls up your skirt and slips her hand under your panties, her mechanical hand groping your tits as she puts her mouth against your ear, chuckling lowly. you whimper as you feel her fingers roughly toying with your clit.
— "you wanted to be a slut so bad, huh? of course, you're such a dumb brat. you're gonna be squirming on my fucking lap all night long, how does that sound? hmm? good? i don't care if you want it or not. let's see if you can keep quiet while my little toy keeps your little pussy entertained. can you imagine, brat? all those eyes on you...being on my lap like my good little pet...cumming, and cumming, and cumming...all over again..."
— as she spoke, sevika slid a bullet vibrator in your panties, feeling sadistic pleasure in how much you squirmed and whimpered. your eyes were wide, pupils dilated as you anticipated the upcoming night.
— "maybe if you behave, i will fuck you rough and good when we come back. now...compose yourself and let's go."
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 ♡
— ms glasc is a giver, as she herself puts it. her pet knows better than anybody else the true generosity of renata glasc. however, her generosity might be one sided...and to put it: torturous.
— renata was working from home at her office and you craved her attention. you could tell by her seemingly short tempered state that renata was irritated and had pent up tension crawling through her every nerve.
— to further her annoyance, you walked into her office for the third time to ask her to come up to your bedroom. you felt needy and all you could think about was the physical attention of your mistress. she put her paperwork down and glared at you like her pink eyes could swallow you whole. it made you clench your thighs, knowing that look better than anybody.
— "greedy little pet wants mistress' attention so badly she can't wait a fucking minute. i told you i am busy and here you are...no, quiet. i didn't say you could speak, now did i? come here. you know i am so generous, darling...come, come sit on my lap."
— you didn't hesitate to obey and skipped to her, sitting on her strong thighs. renata pulled a yelp out of you as she suddenly used one of her hands to spread your thighs, making you straddle one of her thighs.
— "no underwear? hahahaha. is this all you can think about, getting reduced to my little slave toy? is that it? good little pet. now...let's attend your needs, shall we?"
— her hand quickly undid her tie and pulled it out of her neck. she used it to secure your hands tightly behind your back.
— renata pulled down her mask and kissed you on the lips, her hands grabbing your waist, squeezing tightly as her tongue took dominance over yours. you pathetically bucked your hips, attempting to get some friction from the fabric of her fancy pants. once you were out of breath and whimpering like a pathetic slut, she broke the kiss and reached over the drawer, opening it to get the wand vibrator she kept just for you.
— "you like what you see, pet? i know you do. just look at you...hahahaha. you hear it, darling? only the sound of my little toy makes you try to clench your thighs like the little slut you are. you know i love it. i barely fucking touched you and you are already soaking wet. tsk tsk tsk."
— she then pressed it tightly against your clit, the highest setting sending you over the edge as you began moaning and rolling your hips, your whole body shivering and trembling. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as everything was too much...her smell, the intensity of the toy, her lips and tongue all over your neck, the heat of her thigh beneath your core...
— "keep quiet. this is what you wanted. do not he ungrateful to your mistress! you wanted me to pleasure you. you wanted to cum. so you will cum...you will cum, in fact, until i finish my paperwork. now now, enjoy the ride, darling."
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ♡
— samira was experimental when it came down to intimacies. she was a well travelled bounty hunter and sometimes she'd bring some of her findings to test out in the bedroom with you. in one of her trips around noxus, she found a new magic wand vibrator being sold at a small shop. of course she had to take it home.
— you were in bed with samira on top of you, her hands everywhere on your body as you moaned into her mouth. you've missed her so much and suddenly your wish of killing your lover for disappearing again was gone. all you wanted and needed was her.
— "now, darlin'...ya see there's no need to be mad at me, i always come back home, had to leave in the middle of the night cause duty calls, babe. oh, it was a fifty thousand bounty, it'll be good for us! c'me on, ya know ya can't resist me."
— samira was invested in making you feel good and less mad at her. she went down on you, using her sinful mouth to devour you as nobody could ever do to you. it brought her immense satisfaction to watch you moan and ride her face, chasing your release desperately. she could always make you have mind-blowing orgasms from this.
— "i bought ya a lil somethin', hope ya ain't tired yet, wanna be with ya all night long. i gotta compensate my absence last night, honey."
— when she showed you the vibrator, you bit your bottom lip and whined, begging her to make you feel good. samira licked her lips and positioned herself between your thighs once again.
— "c'me on...my little slut. do ya want this? then spread ya fuckin' legs for me. good girl. now beg for it."
— once samira was satisfied with all your neediness and begging, she chuckled and pressed the head of the wand against your core, doing circular movements, making you feel the vibrations all over. you moaned and arched your back, mouth open as a string of drawn out whimpers and cries fell. you were so sensitive with her previous actions and now this...it was pleasingly too much.
— just as you felt as it couldn't get any more overwhelming, samira stilled the vibrator, keeping it right against your clit as her skilful fingers slid into your dripping pussy, fucking you fast and hard. she laughed out loud as you nearly became undone beneath her, screaming and trying to unconsciously squirm away. "please", "samira", "i am gonna cum", were the only words your brain was capable of forming.
— "awww, ya gonna cum so fast, are ya? told ya, sweets...ya can't stay mad at me, nobody's ever gonna give ya a good fuckin' like i do. your body is mine. ya are mine. all fuckin' mine..."
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 ♡
— cassandra is an elegant woman. she is known for her perfect and schooled posture under any situation. that particular trait turned her into the most cruel tease when she desired to.
— she's had a stressful day at the council and an evening filled with pointless meetings when all she wanted was to come home to her lover. as she finally walked into the bedroom, she offered you a gentle smile as you were laying in bed, waiting for her.
— "oh, hello, my darling. how was your day? good, good. mine? well, tiring. i couldn't wait to come home. i missed you. come, give me a kiss...oh...help me relax, you say? what will you do? ah, anything i want! well, i know something i want..."
— cassandra had you completely stripped for her. your hands were tied to the headboard and your feet were tied spread on the posts. you flustered as this position made you completely exposed to her, your eyes trembling a bit from the shame. the older woman grinned and leaned down to kiss your cheek.
— "you are so gorgeous. i will be watching you, kitten. you are such a good pet...always so willing to please. i will reward you properly."
— you sucked in a breath when you felt the head of the wand vibrator pressed against your folds. cassandra then pulled out her scarf and used it to secure the toy around your thigh. then her slender, gloved fingers came to spread your lips, adjusting it so it was right against your clit. the cold breeze fanning your core was enough to pull a needy whimper out of you.
— "let's turn it on, kitten. you like it, i know you do. that's it, there you go. should we put it on high? no? that's too bad. oooh, there you go. look at you...you can squirm all you want, you can't escape those vibrations, getting your little pussy all wet and ready for mistress."
— cassandra likes sitting on her chair from across the room, drinking her wine as she watches you beg and cum over and over again. her little smirk, dark eyes and dominant presence turns everything worse for you. if you are lucky enough, she'll show you some mercy and join you once she finishes.
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ok i can't stop myself from sending another request while they're still open 🤭 can i please have some headcanons for fem!reader's first time with cassandra, grayson, and ambessa? ik you did first time hcs for another fandom recently so if you wanna wait a bit before doing this that's fine!
My first Arcane post of 2023, and what a good request of you Anon.
Pairing: Cassandra Kiramman, Enforcer Grayson, Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, first time, virginity loss, praise, gentle sex, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, finger riding, marking
A/N: The one Ambessa one really got me, just telling you in advance,
Cassandra is very gentle and patient with you. She listens to your worries about being a virgin and not being able to measure up to her no doubt high expectations and she dispels them all. You don't need to worry about anyone's expectations right now.
Pays attention to how your breathing deepens and quickens when her fingers dance across your skin, down your stomach and between your legs, parting your pussy lips and inserting just one finger. She waits for you to relax against the bed, to look at her and nod. A small, but knowing smirk plays on her lips, the same one she gives people when she's just won something.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about around me darling. I promise I'm not putting any pressure on you. What ever you do, whatever I do, remember to talk to me. Exactly. Allow me then... ah, how long were you waiting for this? Such pretty underwear too, did you pick them out especially for tonight? This calls for me to show my proper appreciation."
Grayson is the one who feels a bit of pressure to make this night special for you. She actually stopped the first time she was gonna have sex with you because you seemed to nervous about it and later found out that you've never done that before.
She stops her tongue whenever she feels your hips jerk backwards, never breaks eye contact with you and doesn't hold you down, allowing you to move away if you really want to. Starts mouthing at your cunt with a lot of enthusiasm when you finally let your legs relax around her shoulders and only then does she apply light pressure on your thighs to make it easier for her to lick in and out of you.
"Lets take tonight one step at a time sweetheart. Can I take these off? You look beautiful, I bet you'll sound beautiful too. Lay down, let me taste you. Haha, I can't do it if you keep squirming. Feels weird? Want me to stop? No? How about this spot? That was a nice reaction, I knew you'd make pretty sounds for me."
Ambessa is... well let's just say that she has taken a lot of firsts. She knows how to make you feel both safe and wanted, to make you want her while making you want to obey her. She'll won't do anything to scare you, her big frame and sometimes scary face are enough to do that to someone.
Keeps looking at you like a snack, like she wants to descend upon you and ruin you for everyone else, she will make you hers, make you want only her. She will hold you down by your wrists and plunge two fingers inside of you, waiting for you to get used them before pressing the heel of her hand against your clit and making you grind up and onto her fingers, setting the pace of your lovemaking for tonight.
"Listen up sweetheart, I'll give all control for tonight, just for tonight. Can't have you breaking on me. What's that look for? Do you want to be broken? Is that so? You're a virgin but you seem to know more then you let on. Alright then, lets see how you do. You can start by taking my fingers deep in that soon to be slutty pussy of yours. We both know you've been craving them."
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Can you please write what arcane women would be like as alphas please
Arcane Ladies as Alphas
Requested ⇢ Yes/No
Type ⇢ Hc’s ❥
❤️ Vi is the mean but sweet type. Very territorial when it comes to you. She’ll put you on top of the world and will never put you in harm's way if she felt like you couldn’t protect yourself or if she felt she couldn’t protect you. She has a lot of pent up frustration that usually causes her knots to last up to 5 hrs or even a day. During those times however she’s covering your body from head to toe in love bites and marks that were very obvious to the public. Just making sure everyone knew who you belonged to. Vi never wants to come off as clingy so she’s very ‘subtle’ about keeping you close. Or at least she thinks she’s being subtle. Vi can be very reckless with her ways and most of the time won’t listen to you if you try to tell her she’s being too rough. For that you give her the silent treatment until she realizes it herself. After that she’s like a putty in your hands. Whining and just being completely vulnerable which is very rare for her.
💙 Caitlyn is very strict and passionate about you. You’re never not by her side whenever she’s doing alpha things. Talking to her subordinates? You're right there sitting pretty. She’s on patrol duty? You’re behind her like a good little puppy. Caitlyn always has that thought of “I trained you right” in the back of her mind but she scolds herself for it because you’re her partner, she shouldn’t be thinking of you like that. Whenever she’s in heat she’ll either take a month off from work or she just won’t go in. A month of just Caitlyn being clingy and frustrated is probably 50/50 for you. She’ll fuck your back in. Won’t stop until she's had enough and even then won’t fully stop because her knots last forever!!! (maybe like 3-6 hours) She knows better though and will whisper sweet things in your ear while leaving her marks over you.
💛 Mel is a very very powerful Alpha. She makes a room full of noisy intruders fall silent. But she doesn’t let all that power go to her head so she’s very playful and teasing whenever the times are right. Very protective of you but it’s like a silent protective. You can go wherever you please but she’ll always have someone watching over you. During her heats she’s very demanding, won’t repeat herself for anything and would just show you whatever she was talking about or even take you right then and there. Her knots can last up to 2 hrs or even a full day too. You think it’s because of how frustrated she usually is and can’t show said frustration to others. She says it’s because she loves you so much. Whenever she gets the chance she’s pulling you around a corner and giving you a brand new mark on your neck. She’ll make up an excuse like “I was hungry” or “You seemed bored” It’s annoying but you started getting used to it.
🧡 Grayson is very intimidating but you can always have a good conversation with her. She’s like an easy going type and would only ever get really into her role if there's a problem. Extremely protective of you. She knows how people are and won’t let anyone get close to you out of fear something would happen. She does however let her guard down and maybe let a few of her coworkers around you even letting you wander off whenever you both attend a gala the Kirramans threw but her eyes never leave you for a second. She’s a huge sucker for leaving marks on you but her favorite place to leave them is on your thighs. She gets a kick out of knowing that she’s the only one that can not only leave them there but is the only one to ever see them look so pretty on your skin while you're all out of mind. Her knots would last an hour or if you're lucky 2 hours and you think it’s because of her age. It probably is.
🤎Ambessa just oozes alpha so this wasn’t really unexpected. She isn’t careless with anything either. Knows her role and takes it very seriously. If she ever felt someone was falling out of line she is never afraid to remind them of what their role or job is. When she got with you it was like all her senses went out the window for a few days. You drove her mad. You had a sweet smell of honey and coco butter that she just couldn’t get enough of. She became extremely territorial over you and never though twice about whether she was doing too much or not. You never told her she was so she figured you were fine with it. Of course she’d never actually force anything onto you. Ambessa could usually tell whenever she was about to be in heat so she could take control of it before anything got out of hand. But when you came into picture it was forgotten about and it came up outta nowhere. It was embarrassing for a lady in her position so of course she punished you for it. Not really though. Her knots are always a drag to deal with. Because they take forever. But while all that’s happening she’s whispering nasty things in your ear to get you started again and won’t do anything about but give you more love bites. It’s exhausting for you but Ambessa loves it.
💜 Sevika is like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Everyone knows she’s the alpha so they won’t dare to mess with her but she still jokes around with everyone whenever she can. It’s almost scary because who knows what she’s thinking. Of course she never try to scary you or anything. Your her first priority. She won’t take you with her during her little duty call things because they’re always dangerous and she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she ever you in a position like that. Because of her build her knots last up to a solid 6 hrs but with pent up frustration from work it’s most likely a day. During her heats she’s easily aggravated so she won’t go out just for the sake of everyone else. However, she won’t be so easy with you. She only ever does what she wants with you when you give her the okay. After that it’s a like a whole storm. Your being toss around like your nothing and covered from head to go in bruises and love bites. Like a rag doll or even a fuck doll. Sevika always apologizes if she feels she was being to rough with. If she would ever be the one to hurt you she couldnt forgive herself.
💟 Renata has a very cocky attitude. She can come off very blunt and even sarcastic sometimes but that’s usually what makes her such a good alpha. Very territorial and protective when it comes to you. It could be because of her upbringing but she doesn’t let you leave for nothing. If she can, she'll go with you wherever you need to go. Doesn’t send anyone anywhere with you because she doesn’t trust a lot of people. She makes sure you’re very well taken care of and would set aside whatever she had planned just for you. Of course she never forgets her occupation and is very classy when it comes to appearance. Her heats are always one way. She’s very demanding and usually out of it to use words so of course you never think twice when she’s shoving you in the bedroom without a word. Her knots last up to 5 hrs and during that time she’ll either get you fired up again and won’t have you do anything until it’s gone down or she’s rubbing you all over kissing you and whispering how good you were for her and how you were made for her and her alone. Has a bad habit of biting too hard when she leaves marks so it’s bruised up really bad. She’s always sorry and even jokes about it from time to time.
🤍 Cassandra is very classy. Very sophisticated and would often look at you with disappointment or even disgust if you're out of place or misbehaving. It does hurt sometimes but hearing Cassandra warn you in a demanding tone “You know better y/n” is always such a thrill. She may not show it but she’s insanely protective of you. You could be by yourself all day, talking to others being your usual self but at the end of the day two things could happen. She’ll cuddle you like it’s her last time to ever see you or she’ll fuck you like it’s her last. There isn’t an in between. She thinks leaving marks on you is unlady-like and not for her but whenever she’s in heat all kinds of manners are thrown out the window and she’s making sure every part of your body is covered in her love. Even drew blood a few times and for that she’s sorry. Her heats can last a while and whenever she knots you she’ll do it sitting down because having you on her lap while you're out of it and covered in sweat and her cum is addictive. Even watching the bulge on your stomach go down just drives her mad.
note: the amount of iced coffee i had while away is ridiculous
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Intercity Relations (An Arcane one-shot)
Description: Spending years studying Interstate relations at Piltover's academy, you made both allies and rivals during your studies. Unlucky for you, Cassandra Kiramman hated your guts ever since you first met.
The woman ensured you'd never see Ixtal or Shumira but rather serve as an intercity negotiator between Zaun and Piltover.
Pairing: Vander x afab!reader, NSFW, the reader being born and raised in Piltover™ (so expect some cultural differences, mostly Vander teasing the reader very lovingly).
Warnings: I did my best to go over all the typos, but some certainly made it through.
The entire 'plot' just for the sake of convenience, age difference (reader being around 25, Vander should be pushing 40 - the math doesn't add up, fuck it), should be set one year after Vander became a dad™, so we aren't in any rush, vile language, mentions of violence and substance abuse. Also, unprotected sex - don't be silly, wrap your willy! The smut is very gentle tho, very loving and fluffy.
Jayce and Ezreal being supportive golden retriever besties™. Subtle Jayce and Viktor shenanigans (will miss if you squint your eyes).
A/N: I wanted to write something for Vander for so so so long, but never got the inspiration. Three years after the release of Arcane, I finally made my long-lasting dream come true. It's also my first smut after a long time, so I hope you won't find it clunky and lame. Enjoy reading!
Music inspo: Mainly by Seven (Jung Kook), Love Again (stolen from Ezreal's playlist, performed by Baekhyun), Moonlight by Kali Uchis & The Weekend by BIBI & 88rising.
Word count: 21K (and I fucking ooop-)
Music playlist: ezreal's bedroom bangers
The politics and schemes of Piltover's creme of society never ceased to surprise you.
That position should've been yours. Heimerdinger more or less confirmed it a week ago - you should've been the negotiator between Shurima and Piltover regarding business and foreseeable Noxian invasion. The Yordle quite literally said you were the 'best suited' for such negotiations, that he'd realized it soon after you started your studies.
From the get-go, it was supposed to be you who'd end up with this position. Truth be told, however, the council members despised you for all they got. You weren't some high-class Nancy who'd flatter them with expensive gifts and false compliments - but you were fucking good at negotiating. You were the best of your class. It wasn't Kacey who could barely tie her own shoelaces or God forbid Damien, who had trouble remembering even the most basic negotiation principles. It was you.
Studying at the Academy was an honor, you were aware of that. Your family poured everything into securing your spot there, which you were endlessly grateful for. The Academy gave you a better chance at life than you'd otherwise get. Being a middle-class Piltoverian wasn't as bad, per se, but it wasn't a win either.
Anyone in your family knew what poverty or starvation was, had money for medicine and nice clothes, quality food, and your flat just outside downtown wasn't bad either, but you didn't plan on taking after your mother's hat shop. Making hats wasn't a bad hobby, both you and your brother enjoyed creating new designs and spending time with momma, but it didn't fulfill you.
It could be around your 10th birthday when you announced you'd like to be a diplomat one day. Your mom and older brother scoffed at it - no way a small child would aim to be a diplomat, right? Most kids wanted to be princesses or singers, they didn't want to deal with interstate relations. But... The phase never went away.
It was clear as day that you weren't aiming for anything else as your fifteenth birthday rolled around - you kept up good grades, went to debate classes, and traveled to Holdrum and Kumangra to take part in various debate competitions; you didn't win all of them, but your arguments always left the jurors in awe. When you were leaving high school, it was recommended for you to apply for the Academy's scholarship.
At that moment your mom finally cracked and said 'Fine, let's give it a shot'. The tender was as enjoyable as could be, there were other excellent kids after your spot at the Academy, after all. It took numerous tryouts and evaluations - the Academy first accounted for your past academic achievements, then came assessment interviews, then various intelligence tests, ending it all with a few rounds of debates. Some of those were nearly nerve-crushing.
When you were informed of getting the scholarship, you were also informed about all the strict rules you'd have to obey - starting with a strict dress code, frequent one-on-one evaluations with the dean of your faculty, and ending with oddly specific dorm and library rules.
During the matriculation, you'd meet your best friend for the few following years - he came fashionably late (presumably sleeping in), barging into the dead-silent hall with his clothes hastily put on, his hair a fucking mess. As the boy stood on the stairway (looking like a deer in the headlights), the rector stuttered, watching the latecomer with matching intensity.
Leaning over to the boy, you'd grab his sleeve and force him to sit next to you. Honestly, you liked Jayce ever since you first laid your eyes on him. If there was a definition of conventionally attractive, Jayce was it - hazel colored eyes, a bright smile full of straight teeth, clean-shaven face, a perfect haircut that was taken care of (gell and everything), and built like a fucking mountain with his 6'7 in height, as you'd learn later. His facial features were very pleasurable to look at. As you said - Jayce was the 'it'.
"I really thought this ceremony starts at 10 a.m... Two weeks from now." - The man mumbled to you, putting his bag down next to his seat. As he leaned closer to you over, the smell of some nice and surely very expensive cologne tingled in your nose.
"They changed it last week on a whim, probably to avoid the matriculation overlapping with Progress Day. Wouldn't know about it if I wasn't moved into dorm already."
"Makes enough sense. Did I miss something important?"
"Something something, the great future, Piltover, something something, you are our new hope. Something along these lines." - You repeated, chuckling at yourself. Your brother always told you you were fucking horrendous at making friends, but the latecomer seemed to appreciate your sense of humor. Smirking at you, he licked his lips and offered you his palm under the table.
"Name's Jayce Talis." - The guy whispered, feeling as your palm slipped into his. His skin was nicely warm and so soft. A rich Piltie, you assumed. - "What's yours?"
"Y/N Y/L/N." - Whispering back, you shook hands, still grinning at one another. - "Hi."
"Oh, doesn't your family run a hat shop or something? Mrs. Kiramman loves that place to death, had to endure a fashion show of her and her daughter's hats tailored according to the latest fashion trends in Ixtal." - Jayce wondered, clearly memorizing the lane by heart.
"Yeah, I helped make these. My mom runs it. I was supposed to take over the shop when she'd feel like she couldn't do it anymore." - You explained swiftly, completely forgetting why you two were sitting in the hall. - "You know councilor Kiramman? The Cassandra Kiramman?"
"Mhm." - The Jayce guy nodded, showing you dimples in his cheeks. He was getting hotter by the second. - "Also know the dean."
"The dean?" - You squirmed, shooting him an amazed look. - "Are you like a child of some super-important politician?"
"No. I just know how to make good childhood friends."
"Geez. I had to fight for a way in."
"My mom had been dead set on my future since day one. Surely, if Cait was a few years older, they'd even arrange our marriage." - Jayce scoffed, turning his eyes to the dean, a Yordle named Heimerdinger. - "How did you fight your way in? Gladiator style, cage match, blood, sand, and everything?" - He muttered, making you snicker as you pretended to listen to the speech. The matriculation had almost two hours of runtime, so you still had an hour and a half ahead of you.
"More of a streetfight style - who'd beat up the most kids to pulp won the scholarship."
"Sounds way more exciting than just getting in because you have a rich friend."
"I don't think that's the case." - With a smile, you bumped his rib with your elbow. - "Councilor Heimerdinger doesn't seem to be the type to just let anyone study here. We're Piltover's future, aren't you listening to his words? There's gotta something in that noggin' of yours."
"I don't think you'd be the type to beat kids into pulps either. Actually, you look like someone I'd love to be friends with. Truthfully, I don't know anyone else inside the Academy, which terrifies me. I'm not a rich kid and I'm not good at talking to these rich assholes."
"Didn't you say you're tight with the Kirammans?"
"Caitlyn is anything but a rich asshole. She runs her mouth faster than her brain, bless her soul. Sometimes, she blows Mrs. Kiramman out of the water, leaving me speechless. If I were to talk to her mother like this, my mom would lock me up in a cellar until I'd apologize."
"Your mom isn't like..."
"No." - Jayce ended the discussion categorically. Since he didn't seem to like the topic, you hummed and nodded.
"For your information, I think I'd be able to beat up that kid." - Pointing at a veiny, super-skinny ginger with glasses sitting two rows in front of you. - "... But I'm keener on logic and words, you got me there. Nonetheless, I'll take your words as a compliment, Talis. I'd like to... Be friends, I mean."
"Lunch after?" - Jayce asked simply, pulling out a paper and a pen on his desk. First, you were concerned; was he about to take notes? Surely not, right? Then, he looked over at you with one of the most devilish grins you'd seen until that day. - "And tick-tack-toe now?"
"God, you're already my best friend, Talis." - Without hesitation, you started to draw the playing board, sticking your tongue out of your mouth due to sheer concentration.
As promised, the two of you would set out to have lunch after the assembly, talking about everything and nothing. Talis was a great company - charming, funny, witty, and handsome. What he saw in you? No idea, but the two of you clicked right away.
Even after years, you couldn't decipher what Jayce saw in you. The field of your research and studies were as different as could be, so you usually didn't dwell too much on such topics. Of course, you asked 'How are the studies going?' but it was never the centerpiece of your conversation. While you dealt with human relations, Jayce was a scientist, working with some miraculous blue stone (no idea what that was about). It only took a week to realize you'd found the best friend for the few following years.
On the very second day, Talis showed you around his workshop, designating it as your hangout spot outside the faculty - it was a small maisonette with an enormous balcony and a very tiny bathroom. The upper floor was holding a bed and a couch. Since it also had a small fridge, you could just buy some beers and snacks for late-night study sessions and screw the dorm.
This friendship seemed fishy. People like Jayce Talis (attractive, genius, and charming) usually didn't seek company with the likes of you. Piltover was just a rat race, people climbing on the social ladders, striving for a better life. Jayce, on the other hand, didn't seem to be that guy. It seemed like he genuinely doesn't give a fuck. Also, Caitlyn Kiramman liked you, ensuring she'd like you even if you'd crawl out of the deepest part of the Undercity. Just as Jayce informed you, Cait's mouth ran much faster than her brain. You found this part of Kiramman endearing.
Even though Talis sent you nothing but good vibes to you, it was hard to just accept this pure form of friendship. It took him around a week and a half to truly convince you he isn't hanging out with you for some insane, out-of-this-world reason. The guy simply liked being around you. That was also the first time Jayce sang and danced around you while studying in his condo - he was an awful singer.
Keeping the promise, you'd gather early the following Monday, ready to celebrate Progress Day. The festival was kicked off with yet another of Heimer's speeches (of which you and Talis appropriately made fun; nothing mean, just stupid jokes here and there).
The rest of the day was in your hands - and dear God, you had a lot to wander through. Various attractions from all around the world, newest inventions, doubtful souvenirs, and snack stands... You simply loved the Progress Day. As you absentmindedly licked on your ice-creams, a boy stopped you. Neither of you could know that this particular man will soon be the last member of your party.
While also being very good-looking, the boy couldn't be more different from Jayce. He was around your age and based on his uniform, he was too a student at the Academy.
His blonde hair was stylized perfectly, his blue eyes were piercing, you'd swear you hadn't seen clearer skin before and his facial features resembled those of a sculpture or a painting. He'd been considerably shorter than Jayce, but equally as handsome... Also, he was visibly distressed.
"Uh, hi you two. Hi. How you doin'?." - The boy greeted you, shaking your hand loosely as he fidgeted around, looking over his shoulders. You were pretty positive the stranger didn't even look you in the face before gripping your hand.
"Hi?" - You asked, furrowing at him. He'd been shaking your hand for over a minute, still searching for something in the crowd... Or someone. - "Do you need something?"
"I'm in a bit of trouble. Hi." - The boy jumped over to shake Jayce's hand frantically. - "Could you help me? It won't take long."
"What can we do for you?" - Jayce asked. You've been both grinning by that point. The boy's behavior was funny.
"I'm trying to run away from my blind date. She's been going on a tangent about how we 'belong together even in the heavens' and that I must be the guy her 'oracle saw in the tarot cards'."
"That sounds scary." - Jayce admitted, carefully twisting his palm from the stranger's grasp. The blonde boy, however, didn't seem to notice as he still looked around for his blind date. - "What do you say, Y/N? I'd be pretty scared if you pulled out a stunt like that."
"I was just about to get to what my oracle said about you, Talis, but I mean... It sounds like the start of a horror story. I'm down to whatever."
"Geez, you guys are the best and I mean that. My name's Ezreal, by the way."
When Ez piped down a bit and wasn't searching for the mysterious oracle girl, he was good company. As you walked through the main square and adjacent streets, he explained that he was studying history at the Academy and that you were in the same year. His parents were archeologists who traveled all over Runeterra so he was often left in Piltover under the care of his uncle, famous professor Lymere. That's how Ezreal got into the Academy anyway - quoting Ezreal, 'it definitely wasn't his intellectual prowess'.
The guy was in awe when Jayce also invited Ezreal to his convo to share some beers while waiting for the fireworks to go off. Even though he seemed to be a social butterfly, Ezreal admitted people didn't stick around for long, often calling him 'annoying' or 'difficult to be around'; Jayce's invitation genuinely moved him. That's how you met your two best friends in the whole wide world.
The three of you were so different that you completed each other.
You've been the most grounded in reality - studying political situations and people gave you a good insight into the world around you. If the two boys felt like arguing with someone, you were their person - you could go on for hours, debating like your life depended on it, beating them with facts grounded in reality.
Ezreal, on the other hand, was the dreamer and romantic. Boy, oh boy, his romantic endeavors were something - each week, you'd have to commiserate and listen to him obsessing over a different girl. You and Jayce would be the first to know all the details about his latest miserable breakup and future plans. He'd been prone to dramatize and exaggerate.
Also, while being street-smart and intelligent (to a degree), Ezreal could come across as very naive and innocent. It was fun watching him not having a clue about his romantic interest's innuendos or hints, ignoring it all like the sweet summer child he was.
You'd seen a lot of his romantic failures, if you had to be honest - the boy often invited you and Jayce for hangouts with his newest discovery (secretly hoping to set you up), and at times, you had to do your best not to start hysterically laughing right into his face. You loved Ezreal.
Jayce was the scientist of your group - he'd constantly lived in the world of wonder, progress, and inventions, constantly building towards a better future. His grind never stopped for anything. You and Ezreal would listen to his drunken rambles about how he'll change the world one day - you liked to believe Jayce. His dreams sounded nice.
Despite Ezreal's best hopes, the two of you never hit it off - there was never a spark of romantic interest between you. Jayce often joked he didn't have time for romance, but if he would, he'd definitely ask you out - at that, you'd laugh and say 'Stop keeping your damn hopes up, this ain't happening, Talis'.
Anytime you'd bump into something you didn't understand or felt emotionally vulnerable and wanted to share with someone, Jayce became your go-to person. His condo became the party's designed hangout spot, so you'd spend most of your Academy days there, watching over Piltover with dumb smiles.
All and all, you couldn't ask for better friends.
It was also this duo that expected your acceptance letter with batted breath alongside you. As usual, you'd barge into his condo. The two were talking before Ezreal raised his eyes to you frantically waving the letter around.
Before you barged in, Ezreal was leaning over Jayce's shoulder (talking about Rachel... Again) and watched as the scientist connected wires in his latest contraption.
You and Jayce graduated earlier this summer, actually. Jayce, as you expected, finished his studies with a red diploma. You'd expect him to move out of Piltover, and work on his tech in collaboration with scientists from the other states - to your surprise, the man chose to work under the science faculty of the Academy.
Ezreal, on the other hand, had to retake two classes - maths and geography of Runeterra... Despite all odds, this was a major success in your books. He'd been expecting to retake at least four.
"It's here, bozos." - You announced, demanding their full attention. Ezreal straightened up, walking closer to you - Jayce just turned around in his chair and waited for you to start reading.
"I'm sure it's Shurima. Like, 100% positive. Heimer talked about you enthusiastically last week, Y/N. I've heard it all." - Coach Ezreal mumbled supportively while walking behind you to massage your shoulders. As he patted your shoulder, you nodded at his words and let out a huge sigh before tearing the envelope outside. You had to be the next Piltoverian diplomat. It had to be you. It was always supposed to be you.
"Dear Ms. Y/N Y/L/N." - The letter started. - "It is a pleasure to welcome you on board our organization as the newest foreign service specialist. That's a good sign, no?" - You took a breath in, looking at both the boys; your fingers were trembling, breath shallow.
"Jesus, don't stop in the middle of the letter!" - Ez exclaimed with a furrow.
"Just go on." - Jayce mumbled, hanging on your lips.
"Due to exceeding the number of current foreign specialists in the field, we are pleased to announce your new position as the official negotiator between the two states of Piltover and Zaun... Your accommodation in the state of Zaun will be... In case of unclarities, please contact..." - The blood in your veins froze as you read more and more. - "... Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Oh no..." - Ezreal sighed softly, his expression sagging as he watched tears forming in your eyes. You could barely breathe, your fingers shaking, your heart beating rapidly. You've never felt more betrayed in your life - this should've been your fucking moment to spread your wings and leave Piltover. You were supposed to explore the world just like you and Ezreal dreamed. You've been supposed to take part in negotiations between nations and... - "It's okay."
"It's not okay!" - Both the boys' hearts broke upon seeing you break down, squealing at the top of your lungs. - "I've worked so fucking hard and everything..." - Jayce offered you an empty bottle so you could break it by throwing it on the ground, letting the anger out. It was better to clean up some mess than see you in ruins. - "... And that bitch, that old foul hag, that fucking snake!" - (Another bottle) - "I've always known she wouldn't fucking let me go. The moment I met her during my evaluations, I knew she hated me." - (Another bottle) - "To her bad fucking luck, Heimerdinger liked me, so she couldn't just get rid of me." - Your hand stretched out for another bottle, but Jayce stopped you.
"I don't think she dislikes you..." - Talis approached you from behind, carefully massaging your shoulder. - "I just think something's going on in Zaun. The council would have someone who lived here their whole life and can trust as their diplomat, rather than someone who's not oriented in the problems and dynamics."
"Hey, I gotta repeat that geography class just because I looked at the professor funny. No one even wants to employ me." - Ezreal spoke slowly and softly, smiling at you. Grinning at his statement, you started to dry out your tears.
"You gotta repeat it because the professor found out you're fooling around with his daughter."
"Ehh... Maybe, but that's not the point." - Ezreal giggled, smoothing your shoulder. - "Listen, Y/N, you're the smartest and prettiest girl I know. You're able to inspire people, talk them through everything, and argue for hours when it comes down to it. And... The Undercity's not that bad, really. I know a few dudes selling fun stuff. I can introduce you to some of them to get you started?"
"Ezreal..." - It was a high-pitched whine as you hugged him, letting out a long breath. His words made you emotional, moving you until you felt a fuzzy warmth spreading inside your chest.
"But... If I'm the prettiest girl you know, why didn't you ask me out yet?" - You joked, giggling.
Being transferred to the Undercity wasn't all bad. It had its advantages - you'd stay close to your family and best friends. You didn't have to hope you'd bump into each other once a year, you could see them anytime you wanted. You'd be on hand in case your ma or bro needed help with the hat shop. You didn't have to leave your old life behind.
"Because I respect you too much to let you fool around with someone like me." - The blonde sighed, hugging you back. Jayce was already on cleaning duty, brewing you all a cup of hot cocoa. It was exactly what you needed, in his expert opinion. As usual, Jayce was right.
"... It's because you know I'd see right through your bullshit, right?"
"... Yeah, you got me there, girl."
Two weeks later:
The Undercity was definitely not what you'd expect.
First things first, it smelled horrible - when you talked to the lady who was introducing you to the issues at hand, she warned you about the possibility of wearing a mask. The Grey (fumes from factories located in the Underbelly) was making the air heavy. So far, so good; while the place reeked, it never got too bad.
Secondly, the people didn't cut your head off when meeting you. The Trenchers were indifferent when it came to you; it was clear as day you weren't native to Zaun, but they didn't care much. The number of Enforcers traveling to Zaun was actually quite impressive. You've been worried you'd have to fight for your life, but just like Ezreal promised, Zaun wasn't that bad.
Thirdly, your newly assigned condo and monthly payment were good. It gave you enough financial freedom to be fully self-sufficient, which felt simply wonderful. People from the agency acted respectfully towards you, putting weight on Jayce's words; maybe it was a last-minute decision to assign you to Zaun. Maybe, something was brewing on the horizon.
Your assigned informant from the agency told you to ask for Sheriff Grayson of the Piltover's Enforcers. If she knows who's the authority in Lanes, she could introduce you to them and get you accustomed. The problem with Zaun was simple - the city wanted independence from Piltover. If you wanted proof, all you had to do was to take the last riot into account. Your job was to secure a fool-proof plan that would benefit both parties while not degrading either.
Well, with Piltover's attitude towards Zaun, that ask turned into a whole another pain in the ass, you realized fairly soon-ish.
Sheriff Grayson turned out to be a reasonable, charming woman with a lot of wisdom regarding both sides of the conflict; she referred to someone named 'Vander', the man who had a reputation and respect among the Zaunites. Ezreal wasn't aware of anyone named Vander, but he knew a black-market trader named Benzo.
The blonde swore that if anyone knew Vander, it would be his dealer.
"You look like you're acclimatizing fairly well." - The boy brought up as you locked the door to your condo, leaving to see Benzo. - "How is Zaun treating you?"
"Hm... It's not as bad as I'd assume, no one tried stabbing me so far." - It was a bad joke, but Ez chuckled nonetheless. Walking down the stairs, your elbow mindlessly entwined with his as usual. You were happy Ezreal came to visit you in the Lanes. Throughout the last week, you've only talked to Sheriff Grayson and your sweet land lady who also had dementia.- "I'm just... Lonely. The two of you are living on the other side of Sun Canal. Getting over that damn bridge is hard, even for a diplomat. That said, the folk are more or less nice around here. They don't welcome me with arms wide open, but they're polite so far."
"Sounds like you'll get used to living here before you know it. You'd get along even with someone as demonic as old prof Lymere, on my honor."
"Your uncle sounds like a tough nut. I appreciate the trust, though, young Mr. Lymere. Big preach."
"After you, m'lady Y/L/N." - Ezreal exclaimed dramatically, holding the front door open for you; he even bowed, having you giggle under your breath.
Seeing Zaun through Ezreal's eyes was fascinating. The blonde definitely spent a lot of time here, knowing most of the small shops and dark alleys you wouldn't dare to go to alone. As you walked through the Lanes, he told you the history of it all; how Zaun came to be, what were its most historically significant locations, and a bit about their culture (Ezreal described it as 'pretty grim' and moved on).
Benzo's pawn shop was located just off the main street - it wasn't in any grim alley where you wouldn't go in a million years or anything like that - it was a pretty nice place if you'd have to be honest. Sure, most of the goods were giving 'not acquired legally' vibes, but that wasn't your jurisdiction, so you didn't bother commenting on it.
Benzo himself wasn't a bad person either, you liked him. After Ezreal introduced you, the atmosphere even shifted to a lighthearted meeting of two acquaintances. A small boy was slacking around the pawn shop, goggling his enormous brown eyes at you, but Benzo soon sent him away.
"At least, he'll have something to tell the other nuisances about." - Benzo sighed, clearly referring to other children growing up in the Lanes. - "Young Mr. Lymere. What do I owe the pleasure?"
"I'm not here for business today, Benzo. My friend needs a bit of help."
"Ah, really? And what can I do for the young lady? Anything particular she's looking for?"
"Not something, but someone. She's not... Interested in buying, if you will." - Ezreal explained as he played with various trinkets lying around the shop. You didn't want to talk until you'd be introduced, so you simply stood around and watched the exchange. - "Y/N was sent here by the council." - In that instant, Benzo's demeanor switched to hostile for a bit.
"Ah, wonderful." - The man gritted with a forced smile. - "What do these jerks need?"
"I'm here to handle diplomatic communications between Piltover and Zaun. Seems like the council finally considered Zaun's declaration of independence, the one that happened a year ago. I'm here to ensure things go as smoothly as they can. I mean no harm."
Benzo watched you with a furrow, thinking about his answer. Ezreal leaned into the counter with a mischievous smile on his lips. - "Y/N is one of the best people I've met, Benzo, I can vouch for her if my word means anything to you."
"Sorry if I came across as an old bastard, the folk often call me one." - The pawnshop laughed, offering you his palm. - "Name's Benzo, young lady. I'm the owner of this pawnshop, as Mr. Lymere surely informed you. Nice to know someone cares."
Yeah, only if you cared voluntarily, huh? You accepted the handshake nonetheless, offering him the sweetest smile you mustered. - "Y/N Y/L/N, call me Y/N. Nice to meet you, Benzo."
"See, I told you, you'll be fine anywhere." - Ezreal smiled, nudging your side.
"Who's the poor soul you're looking for?"
"Sheriff Grayson referred me to someone going by 'Vander'. Said he's a geezer with one hell of a reputation around here. If there would be anyone these folk listen to, she said, it's Vander. Ever heard of him? I'd like to go over what the people could want so I could relay it to the council and start with the negotiations."
"If I know that old rascal? Ha!" - Benzo started laughing again. You liked him more and more by the minute. - "Everyone around here does. He runs a pub, you had to cross it on your way here. The Last Drop, does that ring any bells?"
"Oh, yeah!" - Both you and Ezreal nodded in unison. The main pub in the largest square of the Lanes, a local district filled to the brim with former black market operations as Ezreal informed you just half an hour prior. - "Looked welcoming."
"You bet, two lovebirds like you won't find a better place to make out anywhere around here."
"Oh! That's not... You got it wrong!" - You exclaimed, falling into a fit of wholehearted laughter. This was the first time you laughed during your stay in Zaun - you laughed so hard your belly hurt, tears streaming down your face.
"I know we've been over this, but this genuinely hurts my feelings, Y/N." - Ezreal muttered, fighting laughter himself. - "Anyway, thanks for the help, Benzo."
"You ever go there to have a cold one by any chance?" - You wondered, wiping the tears, calming down. Each time people assumed you and Ezreal were a thing, this was your reaction - breaking down, laughing so hard you cried. - "I've got the feeling I'll be spending a lot of time there."
"I'll see you around, Y/N."
"Can't wait!" - As the door closed behind you, Ezreal nudged your side again before letting you entwine your elbow with his. It helped you feel safe, especially in places such as this.
The Last Drop. Entering the pub, you got a feeling this is precisely the place where everything goes down. This was your first time being in a place such as this, so you looked around with batted breath while Ezreal led you to a table, nodding at a few people here and there.
It genuinely felt like the lair of all the sin and alcohol. People played pool, some sulked around drinking, dancing in front of a small jukebox, playing cards or arm wrestling, laughing, and joking around. Each game was played for a bid, this pub was gamble-core galore. While you never even tried playing poker for money, Ezreal genuinely seemed to be acquainted with some of the Last Drop's patrons, nodding their way.
These people felt different than those who you met until that moment... More alive, more fun, nicer. Well, until a skirmish broke out in front of the bar; a 6'8 man with chemtech augmentations punched another dude square in the face, resulting in both of them being dragged out by other patrons.
And that was when you first saw him.
He'd been talking with a woman sitting at the bar, snickering at her remark while absentmindedly polishing pints.
The man, whoever he fucking was, looked like a sculpture. First, there was the smile - the mischievous spark in it, something vaguely boyish in his eyes as he looked at the woman, his watery-colored eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
Secondly, you admired his facial structure. There was something so... Good-looking about his jaw and small, nicely shaped lips. You liked it when he smiled and immediately started imagining if you could make him laugh. Your heart skipped a beat upon that imagination.
Thirdly, his hair and beard were visibly kept in good shape, but overgrown; it looked good on him, though, which was a look not a lot of men could pull off.
And fucking lord, he was so well built. Broad shoulders, strong forearms, nicely shaped waist that begged to be hugged by your arms. Piltover didn't have men like similar to this kind, you were sure of that - he appeared to be gruff, but the mischievous smile told you otherwise. His posture and body screamed dominance, but his eyes whispered safety.
There was no doubt in your mind that the mysterious bartender was probably twice your age and that you definitely shouldn't be thirsting over him. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't look away from him - the longer you watched him, the more deranged scenarios devoured your mind. Witch each piece of clothing disappearing, your mouth felt drier, the boiling hot blood traveling right between your thighs. It was impossible to look away from him.
His presence ensured you wouldn't pay attention to anything else as you sat there, gravitating towards him like a moth to a lamp.
Each move he made was like cinema to you and each time his lips moved as he talked to the lady, butterflies started tingling in your belly. You wanted him to talk to you this way, was it a far cry to imagine you'd catch his attention? What were you thinking? He was a Trencher, you were a Piltie; two utterly different worlds. This guy probably wouldn't be interested in you, would he? Well, a girl can dream...
"Ezreal to Y/N. Are you okay?" - Ezreal bumped into your shoulder, making you finally look away from the bartender. Clearing your throat, trying not to appear as a flustered deer in the headlights, you looked at the spunky kid standing next to your table, seemingly getting your order. Her expression was unreadable and judging by her age and the bruise under her eye, she wasn't working here voluntarily. Who was she?
"Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. What's the best drink you have?" - You tried sounding at least a bit excited, but the kid just pointed to the menu and walked away. - "She seems friendly."
"Probably got herself into some sort of trouble and got punished by helping that Vander guy, don't take it too personally." - Ezreal muttered, watching as you got up. - "Where are you going?"
"I'll the bartender about the best drink… And about Vander."
"And will you at least get a beer for me?" - Ez cried out as you disappeared into the crowd showing him thumbs, too busy staring at the mysterious man to look back at Ez.
If you weren’t mesmerized by the bartender, your shoulder wouldn’t bump into a very imposing woman who, at the time, played pool with her buddies. If you hadn’t bumped into her, she wouldn’t spill and break her pint on the ground. If her beer hadn’t been spilled, she wouldn’t turn around to take a good look at you.
Upon the sound of shattering glass, the pub fell silent for a second, everyone turning their attention to the two of you. Before Ezreal got the time to get off his ass to get you outta there, the woman shoved you to the ground; so harshly that your head hit the wooden flooring.
The bartender was forgotten as you grunted in pain, picking yourself off the ground; you didn’t have to bother, though. The woman gripped the hem of your jacket, making you tiptoe as she forcibly invaded your space - even though you didn’t consider yourself to be the smallest bean in the room, her physical build definitely overshone yours. She watched you like fucking prey, ready to kick or punch your teeth in.
“The fuck do you think you doin’, huh?” - The woman gritted through her teeth, biting down on a toothpick. - “You're not local, are you? Fucking Pilties, thinking you own everything 'round here, actin' like nothin' can happen to you. Guess what, princess.”
“It was an accident. Put her down so we can talk this through. Sevika, c'mon.” - The friend she played against was trying to get you outta there. Even though it was a nice sentiment from the stranger, Sevika scoffed as her palms pulled you even closer.
Holy shit. Were you about to get your soul kicked out of you just two weeks after moving into Zaun? Had to be some sort of speed run record, you were positive.
“As if. Pilties gotta learn their lesson, just like we learned ours back on the bridge. Better if this pretty little thing learns it soon on.”
“I’ll buy you another round, how 'bout that?” - You choked out with trouble, catching her palms in yours as you did your best to defuse the situation. Ezreal was standing just next to you now, ready to get into a fight if it would get to it. The boy, bless him, being a sweet summer child was still willing to fight for your dignity and honor. - “I’m sure we can talk about it.”
“That’s all you, fucking Pilties - all talk and no walk. Zaun isn’t for people like you. You don’t belong here, sweetcheeks, you ruined our lives and now,…” - With each word, Sevika brought you closer, tightening the grip on your t-shirt. Just as you started to feel her breath on your cheeks, someone else stepped into the spectacle - someone's palm circled around her forearm, forcing her to put you back down.
It was him, the man you were mesmerized with. The bartender. The tender expression and feelings in his eyes were replaced with an unpleasant furrow directed towards Sevika.
Now that he was closer, you realized he was even more handsome than you assumed. His head was cocked towards his shoulder, his brows knitted together, veins on his palm and forearm prominent due to the force he applied on Sevika's grip.
“'t’s enough.” - The man said quietly and slowly, the tension immediately defusing into thin air as your feet touched the ground. - “‘t was an accident, nothin’ more. Lass said she’ll buy you a new round, so I don’t see any problem 'ere. This is not how we welcome people 'round here.”
"Old man, did you already forget..." - Sevika gasped for air, the muscles on her arm tensing as she got ready to pack a hefty punch to the man. The bartender, however, remained cool as a cucumber - simply stared at her, not flinching out of the way.
"Of all the folk 'round, I'm the one who remembers everythin'. Also, you should remember it's unwise to threaten the guy who pours the drinks 'round here."
"Let's get you some air, you." - Sevika's companion mutters, tugging her towards the door. - "Let's go for a walk, c'mon."
"Hey." - When Sevika was out of the door, the life in the pub started moving again - people got back to their gambling, arm wrestling, and talking, seemingly forgetting about anything even happening. The bartender was now turned to you, patting your shoulder gently while leading you towards the bar. - "You alrite?"
"I'm whole, which is better than I anticipated. Sorry for causing trouble during your shift, though. Must be a lot as it is."
"Huh?" - That smirk... His damned smirk made you forget about who you've been and what you were supposed to be doing in the Last Drop. - "Trouble? Sevika? Don't take it personally. I know that can be hard to do, but still. Local folk are usually much nicer."
"I've noticed." - You nodded, flushing simply because he was talking to you. Christ, you were down bad, almost starting to feel like Ezreal. - "Been living here for the past two weeks. You people are... Indifferent. But better than you being hostile."
"Indifferent?" - The guy repeated after you, sending you a small, warm smile. - "That's a first. Never been called indifferent before. That a compliment?"
"Depends on if you'd like to take it as such, I suppose." - His expression made you smile back at him, heart pounding in your chest.
"Y'know what? I'll take it as one." - His chuckle almost sent you spiraling, making you smile at him dumbfoundedly. - "So, what can I do you for?"
"I would want a beer for that gentleman over there." - Pointing over at Ezreal, the boy just waved in your direction. - "And a drink for me."
"Ordering 'a drink' doesn't narrow it enough I'm afraid, sweetheart."
"What's your best drink, then?" - You wondered, enjoying the atmosphere and banter you had going on.
"Do you like surprises?"
"I can do without them." - You sighed in defeat. - "I can make an exception, though. One-time ocassoon, tho, don't take your chances."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
While he mixed the drinks, you were keeping him company. Letting the banter flow, he started asking you why you moved to Zaun, whether you're suffering or enjoying yourself, and how you like the pub... Small talk every bartender makes to appease their customers, more or less. Even though it was this basic, you couldn't look away from him - where he moved, your eyes followed. When he smiled, you mimicked. Whenever he was closer than a foot, your heart skipped a beat.
He smelled so nice, so earthy, like wood, jasmine and oranges.
"Oh, by the way." - You reminded yourself as he finished the drink, facing away from you to keep it as 'a surprise'. Uh-hm was all you got in response. - "I'm here to meet someone named Vander? Rings a bell?"
"I'd assume so. What do ya need of that old bastard, sweetheart?"
"I'm here to talk about possible future negotiations between Piltover and Zaun. The council wants to grant this region greater rights in exchange for peace."
"You're a diplomat?" - The man stopped, bright pink cocktail umbrella hanging between his fingers. The atmosphere seemed to fade away while he processed the information, his smile disappearing.
"Listen, you have nothing to worry about. I'm here to make sure everything goes smoothly and help as much as I can. Vander isn't in any sort of danger. Sheriff Grayson referred to him as someone who'd be in a position to make demands for the Zaunites."
"You're pretty young for a diplomat's what I meant to say, sweetheart. Don't take it the wrong way. One'd assume such a young thing would have other things on her mind."
"You know him or not?" - You asked, amused by his explanation.
"'s me. Vander, pleasure's on my side."
Oh shit. Oh fuck. So this was Vander. The former 'Hound of the Underground', as Grayson informed you.
This beautiful man, this absolute spectacle... Was the guy you'd spend hours and hours with talking about political nonsense? This both excited and worried you. It was a curse in disguise. How were you supposed to even start talking to him? The moment you'd be alone, your mind would fill with very inappropriate fucking thoughts.
"Oh, snap."
"Haven't heard anything more Piltoverian in a long time. Well... How 'bout you?"
"What about me?"
"What's your name, sweetheart? Wouldn't mind calling you names, but when we get to business, I wouldn't wanna come across as immature... God forbid rude." - The way his tongue deliberately stretched 'business' between his lips made you swoon, gasping for air in hopes Vander wouldn't notice (he definitely noticed).
"Y/N, my name's Y/N Y/L/N. Pleasure's on my side."
"Hey now, that's my line." - With a chuckle, Vander put down a cocktail in front of you. It was dark blue, frothy with crushed ice, decorated by a piece of orange and that pink cocktail umbrella you'd seen earlier. - "Look at the beauty." - Vander smiled, pushing it a bit closer. No idea what he was talking about (whether you or the cocktail), but your heart skipped a beat. Again. - "The best drink I can make. Hope it'll taste good.
"How much?"
"Hm?" - Vander asked, watching as you pulled out your wallet.
"For the drinks. How much?"
"Leave it, 's on the house."
"No way, cowboy. How - much?"
"Take it as compensation for Sevika's tantrum earlier, doll." - Fucking hell, this nickname almost gave you a heart attack. - "If you keep on flatterin' me, ya not payin' a single dime."
"Unprofessional. Immature. Rude." - You gritted and passed a few Valors on the bar. - "Take the tip, at least."
"'Aight. Can say no to that. If you'd want another drink or anythin' else, just wave at me. I'll be there in no time. Deal, sweetheart?"
"What a smooth criminal you are, Vander. Thank you kindly." - As you took both drinks and walked back to your table, you couldn't see the smile freeze on Vander's face as you called him a 'smooth criminal'. Did you know? Had Greyson mentioned his impressive portfolio that still haunted him to that day? The Hound of the Underground. That's how people knew him, why they respected him.
"So, did we find the guy, or..."
"Right there. The bartender. That's our guy."
"Oh... Wow." - Ezreal leaned his elbow into the chair, eyeing Vander properly. - "Seems decent enough of a man. Expected someone older, though."
"He's very nice and very polite."
"Heh. Sure. Nice and polite." - Ezreal snickered, looking at you.
You really had no fucking clue, did you? About how assertive you were, about how lovely the features of your face were. On the occasions, he and Jayce got you into a tight corner and you got flustered (which happened rarely) and you became a stuttering, annoyed mess, you were one of the most beautiful girls Ezreal had laid eyes on. And no, he wasn't saying it out of chivalry or because you two were best friends - it was because you were best that he pulled his head out of his ass for once and behaved the best he could.
Back when you got the letter? Ezreal meant each word.
Collaborating with Vander actually wasn't as bad as you worried it'd be. With each meeting, you'd swoon harder and harder but managed to pull your head out of your ass to focus on the responsibilities at hand.
In the beginning, Vander did his best to inform you about how things are and go in Zaun so you'd be accommodated better. Usually, he'd either invite you before he'd open the pub or reserve you a spot at the bar, where you'd talk about points that started coming up over time - like Enforcer oppression, increasing drug usage, and inadequate means for children to reach at least basic education. His points and observations were reasonable and understandable.
When he wouldn't be talking about business with you, as he settled on calling it, your mind would be consumed with him as he rambled about everything and nothing. Sometimes, you wouldn't even listen to him, you'd simply sip on your drink and let his deep voice intoxicate your brain. His smell, God almighty, his fucking smell. Over time, you've become mesmerized with the details.
Vander throwing the tea towel over his broad shoulder, polishing the bar, the muscles on his back dancing in unison. How his fingers ruffled his hair. His smile when he greeted patrons and regulars. How he bit on his lower lip when he thought of a response. How he smoothed his beard when you said something out of pocket... So many details. You loved watching him like a stage play, especially when he served other guests.
Did he know? He must've known - he'd send you a knowing grin each time your fingers brushed over the document you've been working on. Vander even went as far as figuring out which nickname you liked the most. Seeing as you shrugged and stuttered each time he'd call you a doll, it became his most used word.
Was he this attentive to all the other female guests? You couldn't tell. You liked watching him work, yes, but you weren't listening in on their conversation. Was it a formality, due to occupation, a game or did he mean it when he occasionally flirted with you? Some compliments Vander came up with left you speechless.
He was the man to notice subtle wardrobe changes and make-up experimentations, mainly because you dressed differently than 90% of the local population. He'd be the first to comment on phrases 'so Piltoverian it hurt'. When it got late enough at the Last Drop and you'd be tipsy enough, Vander got daring enough to compliment your smile, saying it always 'lit up his entire day'. This man knew how to run his fucking mouth, sending you into spirals each time he'd whip out a compliment.
What he was hesitant about, however, was touching you - in moments when he stopped paying attention, his hand would slip on your shoulder blades as he watched you writing into the document. You never commented on it, you loved it when he touched you - it sent a heat wave through your entire body, making your breath hitch in your throat and push your thighs close together. As soon as he saw you looking at his palm, it would be gone from your back, leaving you craving more.
Benzo became one of your best friends in the Undercity, you had to admit. He had his oddities, but he'd welcome you inside his shop whenever you dropped for a visit. Ekko, the young boy you've met earlier, was introduced to you as his ward. The boy grew to adore you - you'd bring him sweets when you visited Piltover and tell him about how it looks and works up there. Benzo explained that his ward is very good with inventions, a scientist by heart - you'd promised Ekko you'd show him Jayce's workshop sometime in the future.
Each time he'd be in Last Drop, whenever you came to have something to eat, a drink, or work with Vander, Benzo'd wave at you over the entire pub and save you a spot on the bar. Even though his business surely had little to nothing to do with legality, you grew fond of him.
That night, you've waited until Vander would close the pub. The place slowly depopulated while Vander flickered most of the lighting, drowning it in darkness. The only remaining light was above your head, shining right into the Blue Lagoon you'd ordered earlier.
"And who'd busted your bubble?" - Vander asked quietly, watching as you played around with the cocktail umbrella. No matter what drink you ordered, he ensured you'd always have a cocktail umbrella stuck in. - "Even put some oranges in it, you've seemed to enjoy it the last time."
"Just tired, I think, been finishing the document so I can turn it in. Grammar and formatting are a pain in the ass."
"Sorry to hear that, doll." - The big guy huffed, sitting on the neighboring stool while patting your shoulder. Joining in, he poured himself a beer. Again, your breath hitched as you enjoyed every second of his body touching yours. - "What was wrong with the last draft? Thought it looked decent 'nough?"
"Overlooked some paragraphs and spacing. Council would return it to me the moment they'd notice."
"Well, 't least you tried."
"Hm." - You sighed, putting your head on the bar.
"Hey, you." - Vander chuckled, his head cocked to the side as he tried keeping eye contact with you. - "Can you smile?"
"Why would I do that? I'm suffering."
"C'mon, pretty girl. Smile." - He'd whisper, gently caressing your back. The caress made you breathe in shakily, smiling as he asked. - "See? The nite is suddenly much better."
"You're such a comedian. Why do I take the bait each time?"
"Maybe you like smilin' at someone handsome as me?" - Vander opposed, making you giggle. He was the handsome man you'd met, that much was true.
It wasn't just about being attracted to him at this point, though. There was more than level-surface attraction and crackling chemistry - you liked him. Seriously liked him.
As you lay away in your flat, you'd play with your blanket and think about how things could be in a perfect world - Vander would close the inn and come home shortly after midnight, kissing you on the forehead after he'd take off his jacket. That would most certainly wake you up, so you'd join him in the kitchen for a bit before leading him to bed. You usually had to stop yourself, forcefully, from letting the daydream carry on - you'd only imagine stripping him of his clothes when you got desperate enough, jerking off before sleep.
It needed to be let out. Vander had to know how you felt about him. To either decline your offer or agree to try pushing the boundaries a bit. You've been tipsy enough to conclude that confrontation was a great fucking idea - you've had enough of watching other women goggling their eyes at him, pushing their breasts together as they'd order. It was bothering to look at his well-trained smile (the smile you've learned to love) as he answered them, winking their way.
You liked the guy, you loved spending time with him... And he seemed to be interested as well. To what degree, you had no idea about it, but he surely liked having you around.
"Or maybe..." - It took all of your courage to turn at him, putting your palm on his upper thigh. Vander's fingers stopped caressing the glass, squinted his eyes, and tried deciphering what you've been up to. Your touch felt wonderful and, for the love of God, you smelled so good.
"What has gotten into you, doll, hm?" - The man whispered, gently moving strands of your hair out of your face, smiling warmly. Your eyes were open wide, filled with little sparkles as you stared at his face.
"I want to kiss you, Vander." - With those words, his motions stopped altogether.
Of course, he thought about kissing you. Multiple times - each time you were sitting at the bar and sent him a smile, to be precise. It would be easy to simply lean over, smooth your cheek, and steal all your thunder. In fact, you couldn't have an idea what you were doing to him, intoxicating his brain with the sweetest scenarios and possibilities.
It would be the easiest way of shutting you up whenever Vander got you flustered; he enjoyed when you turned into a stuttering, annoyed cute little mess, though. It was endearing watching you try to get yourself off the sinking boat while digging yourself a deep grave.
Vander also thought about much more than just kissing you - he'd seen you naked so many times (inside his head), he'd swear he'd recognize your body amongst other women, even with the lights off. Your strange turns of phrases often made his tummy tingle with butterflies as he laughed, explaining to you that you sounded too Piltoverian. Your expression and widened eyes goggling at him made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside... You've managed to make the Hound of the Underground soften.
Fucking God almighty, your outfits made Vander's heart flutter - it was a mix of everything; sometimes you'd be wearing a fluffy white blouse paired with a brown tar-tar vest and derby trousers, other times you'd appear in a bright-colored dress and paired with, again, a tight vest. Even though you always looked out of place, Vander loved that about you. His eyes never searched for you too long, not to mention you looked like an absolute goddess. The derby trousers did nothing for your buttcheeks. When serving, he'd have to keep himself away from you so he wouldn't slap them. How would you sound if he'd made you squeak? Or if you'd be a whining, meowling mess as he'd hover over you, losing his senses to you? How would his name sound when screamed at the top of your lungs?
No matter how hard Vander had it for you (literally and figuratively), there wasn't a world when it would work for both of you. He'd been a Zaunite gangster back in the day, recently reformed into a full-time father and pub owner. Ah, when talking about fatherhood - you didn't even know he's looking after four fucking kids. You didn't have a clue about Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor. How could you?
Such a pretty young thing didn't deserve a life like this - bound to one place without the alternative to leave. Vander couldn't leave Zaun. But you could.
Each time Vander realized how intelligent you truly were, it would knock the air outta his lungs - if there was anyone with a bright future, it got to be you. You had the entire Runeterra laying at your feed, ready for you to explore every nook and cranny. You had places to be, people to meet, work to do... No way he'd let you throw that away for someone like himself. Compared to you, he'd been significantly older, slower and already set in his tracks - you had a whole life ahead of you.
One kiss couldn't ruin anything, could it?
You've been tipsy, ogling each other for the entire night, saying shit you shouldn't really say. He wasn't afraid of rejection - Vander was perceptive enough to recognize bedroom eyes on a woman from a mile away. He was afraid of rejecting you. Now that he knew you, it was impossible to imagine Last Drop without having you around. Benzo was fond of you, Ekko loved you (Benzo admitted that the little boy might be crushing on you a teeny-tiny bit) and most of the locals started treating you as an equal.
You... You couldn't disappear out of his life.
He'd hesitated for too long. The grip on his thigh started to weaken as you pulled away, flustered beyond any reason - you were turning away, awkwardly coughing into your sleeve. Everything inside his body froze before he could stop it, pushing your palm back where it was - on his thigh, squeezing it gently. As you turned to face him, he leaped forward, kissing you.
It made your head spin, that's how good of a kiss it was. Things you hadn't enough courage to admit out loud, all the desire and tension resulted in teeth clattering, tongues dancing, and lips crashing again... And again... And again. You've kissed like nothing else mattered, slipping off the stools - his knee parted your legs while his palms roamed his sides and lower back, spreading them further apart as he pressed you onto the bar, palms sliding along your curved back.
If Vander hadn't the willpower to snap out, you'd likely end up bent over the pool table or the tappers. Thankfully, when he felt your fingers tugging his shirt out of his pants, he stepped away, catching your palm in his.
"I... 'm sorry, doll, I shouldn't have done that, I dunno what's gotten into me." - Vander whispered apologetically, awkwardly picking up the stool you'd knocked to the ground during the kiss.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, I asked for it."
"Doll, there's everythin' to be sorry 'bout."
"What do you mean?" - As he registered the vulnerability in your voice, his eyes snapped to you, still leaning your back into the bar. God, you looked amazing with your lips swollen from the kiss. There wasn't time to admire, you, however -this was a fine line Vander found himself on. One wrong word and you could slip past his fingers, never to be seen again.
"You... You shouldn't even be here this late, sweetheart."
"Are you trying to say you don't want me here? That none of this is... Real? Was it a game for you?" - The moment you started doubting this, Vander's finger snapped at you as he shook his head.
"That's not what I'm sayin'. You should be in your bed, fallin' asleep next to someone your age, maybe that blonde boy'f yours. Seems to have the hots for you, poor kid. Instead, you're here, spendin' your time with someone like me."
"Someone like you?"
"I could be your father, Y/N." - Vander hissed. Wow. You couldn't recall the last time he'd use your first name - he had to be worked up real bad.
"You'd have to start really early, then." - You chuckled, continuing before he caught another wind. - "You're getting yourself too worked up over nothing. It's... Just a kiss, nothing more - I'll still be your regular. I loved it." - Even though the last sentence was a mere whisper, it made Vander straighten up. The explosion of a guttural warmth inside his chest was insane, almost setting him on fire. Even though it wasn't any concrete confession, one step would lead to another...
"'t felt good tonite, will feel like shit tomorrow morning, doll, you'll see." - Sighing, Vander stepped closer to you, leaning into the bar while taking one of your palms to his, playing with your fingers. - "Whatcha thinkin', doll? A Piltie like you with a Tencher like me? C'mon now, what good would that bring?" - Taking a breath, Vander pushed a stand of your hand behind your ear.
"How about you let me decide what I'd like to do and how I feel about kissing you? That okay?" - Sighing, you leaned your forehead into his shoulder and gently hugged his waist with your palms. - "I'll let you know the next time I drop by."
"Okay, lemme say it differently - what would such a pretty little pet like you even do with an old geezer like me? You're not just someone, you've even studied at the Academy - the Undercity ain't somethin' you should be aimin' for, Y/N. When I look at you, I see the future. And a damn bright one at that." - His fingers were ghosting along your jaw, his heart thumping steadily. You knew the tone and look in his eyes - like a kid staring at a toy they wouldn't be able to get in a million years. - "And when you change the world, me and Benzo'll tell everyone about ya - 'Y/N? That's our girl, one of the Zaunites; the one who'd been kind enough to kiss an old fool like me'."
"To which I'd say I wished you'd kiss me ever since I've met. You're just... Like a fire and I'm a moth, constantly gravitating towards you. When you're not around, it's like my breathing gets heavier, I'm worrying about where you are, what you're doing, and if you're okay... And when I see you, this warmth spreads through my chest. There's not a day when I wouldn't wanna see you and let you poke at my accent or turns of phrases. Vander, I... I... I should go." - With that, you pushed Vander off and picked up your belongings, putting a few Valors on the bars as you usually did. If you continue running your mouth, you'll start unveiling things you did your best to keep hidden away from Vander. For example, that you loved him.
If you weren't so nervous, you wouldn't miss the mesmerized look Vander gave you, breathlessly staring at you. He knew what you've been trying to say - he was on the same boat. He was just a man in his best years trying to get by, helping his community and people. It was so fucking hard to believe a girl like you liked him for what he was.
If you'd say it out loud, he'd believe you. He'd even say it back. Three words - such a short phrase would become his favorite. If you had enough courage to say it, he'd repeat it over and over.
Instead, he watched as you packed your things, holding everything together with a last-ditch effort. - "If I keep on going, Vander, I'd probably say things neither of us want to hear. If a kiss made the situation this messy, we wouldn't withstand what's on my mind. I... I'll see you around, I promise."
God. You were wrong. So fucking wrong. You're almost out of the door when you hear Vander calling out your name, making you turn around. He'd been mustering up the strength to say it, but before he could... The courage dissipated as you smiled at him. - "Hm?"
The way he stared at you dried your mouth and your knees weakened. If you've ever seen bedroom eyes on anyone, this was it. His eyes darkened, his breath short as he tried to come up with something... Anything. Lust was a double-edged sword, that much you realized. Vander would get on his knees to hear whatever stupid shit you had on your mind if there was a slight possibility you felt the same - if that'd be the case, you'd end up bent over the bar. Drunk fucking, that would be the worst thing you could do.
If you'd get down to it, you wanted Vander to be sober. You wanted to be sure it was just him touching you, whispering sweet nothings, moaning at appropriate times; not alcohol. You didn't want it to be remorse either. The moment would be right if Vander hadn't started overthinking and overcomplicating shit.
"I'll go now, Vander. Remember... I won't even regret kissing you."
You didn't have the balls to go for a beer for the two following weeks. You avoided The Last Drop as if it were a plague epicenter, not even looking its way when you walked through the Lanes.
Benzo caught up on the shift, asking if everything was alright. Since Vander seemingly didn't bother with informing Benzo about what happened, you hadn't either; when you popped by his pawn ship to drop off some sweets for Ekko, Benzo even got the audacity to tell you that: 'Vander misses you, asks for you every nite, girl. Whatever the old bastard had done can't be that bad, can it?' Did Vander even do anything wrong? He hadn't outright rejected you, had he? It almost seemed he'd admit there's more to it than just a kiss. Emotions, perhaps? Well, you've been on a streak of childish behavior and you planned to continue.
No matter how long you worked during the night, Vander plagued your mind. You've missed him, the way he smiled at you, gently caressed you with his looks, and how delicate his tone was when he spoke with you. It was strange to work in silence since you've gotten used to the vivacity of the Last Drop.
Your flat suddenly felt like a prison - too small, too dark, and too quiet. Even when Ezreal came over to visit you and sleepover, it didn't brighten up the mood. The boy wasn't stupid when it came to crushes and lovesickness - as soon as he heard you sigh, he'd been onto your ass, trying to lure details outta you. It wasn't a bad idea, actually - you needed your friends to help you solve the conundrum of 'Vander'.
"And... You left after that?" - Ezreal asked, genuinely shocked. You've called for an emergency meeting at Jayce's - all three of you were splattered all over Jayce's sofa, sipping on a beer, eating take-out.
"What else was I supposed to do?"
"So, you've fallen in love with this amazing Trencher..." - Jayce mumbled through the noodles in his mouth, sitting up. - "And he kissed you like anyone before?"
"Yeah, it was... Wow. We've knocked over a few stools, even, but we were both drunk." - You reminded, sighing.
"Have you seen how he looks at you?" - Ezreal asked you, having you cock your head towards him dumbfoundedly. - "Every time we're there for a drink, the guy doesn't look at anyone but you. Like there's no other person in the pub, just you."
"Have you heard a word from what I've told you?"
"You ran away after he pointed out a few excellent points instead of telling him what's on your mind... And then left him conscience-stricken for two weeks. Without dropping by to tell him you're just confused." - Jayce reiterated. It wasn't like that, was it? You didn't run away without telling - Vander surely knew. Why didn't he comment or answer it in any way? It wasn't just your fault - there were two to blame.
"I'm... I wasn't confused."
"Don't take this personally, but we've never seen you fall in love with anyone. You fooled around at the Academy - who didn't? But it looks like when it comes to real feelings... You're not too good at conveying them. Lemme guess - you started talking, said something incredibly cheesy, and then rambled, didn't you?" - Ezreal asked, smoothing your shoulder. How did he know? God, these guys knew you better than you could ever know yourself. - "In response, Vander started rambling about the future - about how it couldn't be good for you and stuff. Even though it might've come across as dismissive, Y/N, that man thought about a future by your side. Also, we can't see every thought that goes inside that brain of yours, so it can be confusing to navigate at times. You love him, then? And want to fu..." - Ezreal nibbled on, making you unnerved and flustered. Was he just about to ask you if you wanted to fuck Vander? That casually, like it's nothing?
"Yes, Ezreal, yes! I can't think of anything but him, I can't eat, can't sleep..." - You exclaimed, standing up to take a long breath. The duo gave you a run for your money, you had to admit. - "All I want is him. But I don't know how to do it or what to say. That's why we're here."
"Then I don't see a problem here. Do you, Ezreal?"
"None, Jayce."
"We're on the same page, then." - Jayce smiled, clinking his bottle to Ezreal's before taking a good swing. - "God, these noodles are so good."
"If you two don't talk, I swear on Heimerdinger's inventions..."
"Vander, from what I've gathered, is an upfront, honest guy..." - Jayce started, having Ezreal nod in confirmation.
"... Then it's obvious what you have to do. Just tell him. Which part? I don't know. Just go for it."
"That's the best piece of advice you got for me - 'just tell him'? Isn't that what I attempted last time?"
"Oh, Y/N, girl." - Ezreal howled, pushing you back to the sofa between Jayce and him, and handing you back your beer. - "This time, you're gonna go straight to the point. No cheesiness, no romance - it'll be a love confession, but you see what I mean, right? Let me phrase it delicately... You'll tell him all about those dirty scenarios inside your head. We guys love hearing stuff like that, it boosts our confidence."
"For once, I second everything Ezreal said. You got this, Y/N, look at yourself. Ezreal is mostly right when sensing crushes - if he says Vander's got it bad for you, I'd trust him."
Ezreal didn't leave you on your own, God bless this sweet summer child - he'd made sure you'd really go talking to Vander, even helped you with picking out the outfit. He'd put together something insanely simple, yet elegant - a white lacey dress, a suiting black vest with golden detailing to match your Wellington boots. When enriched with adequate, very subtle golden accessories, and the right hairstyle...
"God, Ezreal. When did you plan on letting me know you're a fashionista?" - You wondered, turning around to see every inch of you. You had these pieces for years and never thought enough to piece them together. Your fashion sense wasn't bad, per se, but faded in comparison to Ezreal's.
"I've been making fashion statements for some time now, one'd assume you noticed since we hang out all the time." - The boy muttered, sitting on your bed.
"I look so good." - Still checking yourself out, you leaned towards the mirror to look at how the golden necklace sits on your neck.
"You always did. I just pushed it a step further, that's all." - Making you stand up, Ezreal caught your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. - "What's the plan? Run it by me one last time."
"I'll walk in the Last Drop, looking like a million Valors."
"Duh."
"Tell Vander I'd like to talk to him... Alone."
"Yeah?"
"And when we're alone, I'll tell him what I wanna do to him... Which will be so incredibly disgraceful and awkward..."
"It'll be disgraceful and awkward if you don't pull yourself together. Be confident, smirk, touch him, smooth his shoulder, bite your lip, wiggle your eyebrows - just don't turn into a flustered mess. Imagine you're in a debating competition if that helps. Show him how serious you are, don't leave a single question unanswered." - Coach Ezreal instructed you, having you nod with fiery passion. While not known for his intelligence prowess, Ezreal was a great leader and an amazing empath. He'd known you much better than you knew yourself, helping you cross bridges you'd deemed impossible. Now, he was doing it again.
"Alright, seems to me you're in the right zone and everything. My job here is done." - The boy grinned, fixing a few strands of hair behind your ear. - "I gotta catch a date for myself."
"Who's the poor soul? Do I know 'em?" - You wondered, the Undercity accent rubbing its way in. No wonder, you've been living in Zaun for at least three months by that point. Ezreal didn't point it out, just grinned while picking up his stuff lying around.
"Linda from the study department."
"Wow!" - You exclaimed, locking your flat. You'd walk Ez out on your way to the Last Drop. - "Why do you sound so down, then? Weren't you pinning against Linda for months?"
"Eh... I mean, yeah... The problem is I asked her out at a party, super-drunk, and everything. Don't even remember what I fooled her into believing. Remember that faculty party you didn't come with me because you were too busy ogling at Vander?"
"Hey, I'm not taking accountability for that. Jayce was your babysitter for the night."
"He, for one, was busy ogling some guy from Heimer's office and didn't make it in time to inform Linda it's not a great idea." - Ezreal grinned, watching as you gasped for air. Ogling a guy from Heimer's office? Damn.
"How come I hadn't heard about this 'till now?"
"You were too busy putting that draft together. Even sobbed about it when I slept over last week. Didn't think telling you about Jayce's romantic endeavors would help much."
"And... Who's the guy? Do we know him? What's Jayce's type?" - Eyebrows wiggling, you pressed on, making Ezreal chuckle.
"No, don't know him, I saw him at the party for the first time. How'd I describe him... Frail and foreign for sure. Don't take it wrong, he's... Strangely handsome, that one. Think it's the accent doing it for our poor old Jayce."
"Fuck me." - You snorted, opening the front door. - "Our science bro has it down bad for other scientists. Twist of the century."
"I liked Viktor." - Ez mumbled while leading you towards the main parade. - "He's snarky and most likely a genius. Zaunite by heart, strangely perceptive, weirdly confident in the best way... You'd love him."
"You think Jayce would ask him on his own?"
"Eh, no, not really. I'll start working on setting them up soon."
"What would we do without our romance and fashion guru, Mr. Lymere?" - Looking him in the eyes, you smiled while Ezreal caught your hands in his, nodding at you.
"Now, forget all about Talis and his non-existent game... I mean, the guy can flirt, that's for sure, but..."
"Not the point, Ez."
"Right." - Ezreal nodded some more, clearing his throat. - "When you come tomorrow evening for the play, all I'm going to hear about is how this hunky, handsome guy blew your back out, 'kay?"
"Ez!" - It was a squeal as you started to laugh, stepping aside, breaking the moment. - "You gotta stop saying that. I'm not good with... Saying this stuff out loud, you know that."
"Good luck, lovely." - The boy leaned in, kissed your cheek, and sent you one of his typical smiles before turning on his heels and leaving. God, you loved Ezreal.
As Coach Ezreal coaxed you into doing, you did your best to walk into the Last Drop like a million Valors (not to mention the intense break you took leaned into the pub's wall, trying to get your shit together). As per usual, the place was lively - people haggling around, playing cards, jukebox playing a nice tune while they drank. Since it was the weekend, Vander wasn't behind the bar alone; Vera and Jakob were his backup for the night. You'd admired how Vander and his part-timers work in unison. Their responsibilities were strictly given, so each of them had their own little universe to keep in check - Vander dealt with the orders, Vera mixed cocktails and prepared snacks and Jakob ensured there were always enough dishes.
"Look who we got here! Hey, Y/N!" - Benzo's voice exclaimed so loudly it was heard all over the pub - some locals acknowledged you with a nod or wave, not staring for too long. Benzo, however, was seemingly happy to have his drinking buddy back in business. As you made your way towards the bar, you'd let the guy hug you clumsily before stepping aside.
The bartender hadn't said a word to acknowledge your presence. Hadn't even looked your way, it seemed. Was he hurt, just like Ezreal expected? Was he pissed to see you walk in so casually? Why didn't he reach out, then? You'd bet your money that he knew where you lived - one could never keep a secret while living in the Lanes.
It took all your willpower to snap your eyes into Vander's face, waiting for him to do anything, say something so you'd know what you're on. Funnily enough, Vander didn't plan on making it easier for you. At first, you were worried that he'd truly become indifferent.
Devil's always in the detail, you reminded yourself, searching for signs of what's going on inside his head. When you started noticing, your heart fluttered in your chest, hot blood rushed into your cheeks. His eyes lingered on your lips, the gulp he'd desperately tried to suppress, the grip tightening around the glasses he polished. He'd held onto them to forcefully his knuckles turned white.
"It's so good to see you, both of you." - With a smile, you turned towards the bar. Vander automatically pulled out your favorite coater (he'd hide it away from other guests, this one was yours specifically), leaning his hands into the desk like a let-down parent.
"What can I get you?" - His mumble was quiet, devoid of any emotion. No nicknames, no jokes, no flirting, huh? He'd really have to be pissed off, then.
"I'm here on business, actually." - Sending him a sweet smile didn't help either? Damn. - "Could I steal you for a minute or two? Won't be keeping you long and then I'm out of your hair, promise."
"Somethin' goin' down up there?" - Benzo asked with worries in his tone.
"Nothing I can't take off, Benzo. Just need Vander's expert opinion, that's all. He'll be back before you know it. Shall we?" - With a clap of hands, you sent Vander yet another warm smile. The bartender raised his eyebrows, sighed, and put his tea towel on the bar. Picking up his sandwich, he'd informed Vera about being gone for fifteen minutes (for his break) at tops before vaguely gesturing for you to follow him. Fifteen minutes was all you got, huh? Fuck.
You'd expect him to lead you to his office on the upper floor - Vander didn't deem you worthy enough to sit on his plushy chairs, because he'd open the back pantry for you, opting you to sit on one of the barrels.
"Well, start talkin'. We ain't have the whole evenin' - is it about the readin' or somethin'?" - Without an ounce of care, he'd peeled the napkin off his sandwich, chewing on it.
"How... Have you been?"
"How have I... Thought you wanna talk business, young lady." - Vander reiterated mockingly, looking away from you; his eyes had been stuck on your lacy dress, drowning in the sight of your breasts pushed together to form a delightful cleavage - it wasn't showing too much, but it definitely showed more than usual. Your breasts looked so... He'd been this close to reaching towards you, undoing the vest so he could squeeze them and nuzzle his head to your chest.
Fuck, you looked so absurdly alluring and tantalizing Vander couldn't stand to look at you. He was mad at you just an hour ago - he couldn't give in that easily.
He'd spent the last two weeks being absolutely miserable - your seat remained empty night after night, your coater hidden behind the tappers. Even though he'd known you weren't coming, he'd always ushered customers from sitting on your stool - his mind often going back to your carefree smile, your elbow supporting your head as you watched every move Vander made, reminding him of the cute expression on your face. Even the kids caught onto his mood swings - Vi laid into him regarding what, to quote her, 'Fucking busted his bubble?'
It took you a lot of courage to pick yourself off the barrel, stepping closer to him. Did you look seductive? You didn't feel like it at fucking all. Vander freezing like a deer in the headlights hinted that you were on the right track.
"I'm here to finish the conversation we started last week."
"Not this again..." - Vander countered and started picking himself up to leave - it was a surprise when you pushed him back on his ass, keeping one hand on his shoulder, soothing his jaw with your other one.
"I don't think I made myself clear enough."
"Oh, trust me, darlin', you've said plenty..."
"Yeah? Then you're gonna listen to it all again, I guess. Poor you." - The sandwich was long forgotten, lying on one of the shelves as you cocked your head to the side, sending Vander the calmest, sweetest smile you could muster. Holy shit, you realized, Ezreal's advice worked. Vander couldn't look away from you as you leaned your knee between his, planting your thumb on his lower lip to enthuse you'd love to kiss him again. Feeling the softness of his mouth made you lick your lips.
"I hoped you'd be smarter than this, sweetheart." - Vander whispered, finally giving in to your touch - you could feel his fingers creeping up your calves, gently lifting your skirt up, traveling up to your thighs. - "I ain't good news for a young thing like you. You'll get bored soon 'nough, leavin' me behind. Won't even remember me a few years from now... Thought you not showin' up was a good sign."
"Good sign?"
"That you'd understood what I tried to say and decided it would be best not to fool around with someone like me."
"I thought about this a lot over the last week - about you, me, and what I tried to do. I was drunk, we both were, and words didn't come across as I'd like 'em to." - Lifting his chin up, you started playing with his hair. - "No matter how much you hate hearing this, I'm really into you. I think I'm in love with you."
Everything stopped for a second - his grip on your thighs tightened as he brought you closer, staring at you with pure adoration. His expression didn't reflect all the love and happiness behind his eyes, but the fireworks going off told you more than you needed to know. He'd felt the same, to one degree or another. There wasn't any rush to say it back - when he opened his mouth to talk, your finger stopped him as you pressed it there. Cheekily, Vander planted a kiss on it, waiting for what you wanted to say.
Rest assured, your words almost gave him a heart attack.
"Now - stop fucking telling me how I'll feel or what I'll do in a few years. I want to be in the now with you and you're making it pretty fucking difficult. How about you just forget about everything for one night and show me how you feel about me? I don't care if this isn't a good long-term decision or whatever you're about to say - you're what I want most now. And even if I'd become a real diplomat one day... Vander, we're smart. We can figure it out. Stay in the moment, here with me." - Stepping in, you could feel your thighs bump into his abdomen - still holding his head in your palm, you were standing directly above him. Fucking hell, he was even more handsome up close. You loved every small wrinkle and crevice of his skin, an almost invisible scar on his lower lip, prominent cheekbones, and hair so soft you wanted to simply tug on it.
His fingers on your thighs started to move up and down, caressing your smooth skin - even that alone was enough to make you meowl softly.
"So, therefore, I propose we drop the act and focus on letting whatever this is blossom. Fuck, you have no idea about how many times I'd imagined kissing you, Vander, how I melt each time you smile or give me a cheesy compliment. No other man in my life makes my hands shake just by standing beside me. You have no idea how many times I've dreamt you'd be in my bed, taking my clothes off and eating me out... And all the things I'd like to do to you, shit." - You continued mumbling erratically, not really paying attention to what was leaving your mouth - Vander seemed mesmerized either way as he bent your knees carefully, lifting you up to sit his lap (given he was sitting on a barrel, that shit must've been uncomfortable as fuck). Hearing you curse for the first time was an out-of-world experience for him, especially when accompanied by quiet hisses and subtle moans. Every word leaving your lips was dipped in honey, making him gasp for air helplessly - if he'd like to, he was sure you'd be willing to undress right there and then.
Your knees fit around his waist as if he was made for you, his hardening dick pressing onto your thigh the moment you wiggled a bit. Feeling him made you gulp and lick your lips as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, playing with his hair.
"I don't know what you're so scared of? I'm here, you're here... Let's just... See what happens."
"Ain't this an abuse of power, miss diplomat?" - He whispered, making you giggle.
"Would be if you didn't want to fuck me as desperately as I wanna fuck you." - You whispered, stealing a quick peck off his lips. This broke the dam, causing all the feelings and emotions to flood out.
"You - have - no - idea - what - ya - doin' - to - me - doll." - After each word, Vander stole a kiss from your lips, his palms lifting your ass, making you rock on his waist, grinding on his dick with a raisin intensity. Each movement made you moan breathily, sending chills down your spine. and started grinding your groin against his, earning a breathy moan from you. - "Seein' you talk to men makes my blood boil 'cause I want to be the only one you give that pretty smile to. I wanna be the one wakin' up next to you, caressin' your skin, help you with showerin' your back, and see all the newest clothes and underwear you bring home... Mainly the latter, 'f course. I just... I just wanna be your man."
"Then show me, baby." - You whispered quietly, pulling him for a proper kiss, grinding against his lap in a steady rhythm. Warmth was spreading through your tummy, making it tighten each time your clit grazed the fabric of his trousers.
"I'd love nothin' else, doll..." - The man hummed, holding your chin between his fingers. Dear lord almighty, you looked more sensual than any woman he'd met before you - you seemed to be intoxicated from his kisses and words, your face burning up as he dragged his finger along your cheek. Each time you rocked your hips over his cock, your entire body shivered, eyelids fluttering. Realizing it was him making you meowl, that he kissed you so passionately that your lips were swollen was the hottest turn-on he'd ever felt. - "But my break is almost over. No way I'd undress you in this damn pantry for our first time, you deserve somethin' much better. You free tonight?"
"Hmhm? What do you have on mind?"
"Come pick me up after I close down. I'll make us dinner. We'll see where the things go from there, yeah?"
"Can't wait, handsome."
After Vander watched you leave the Last Drop with a shy smile, his eyes glued to your ass, he couldn't stop grinning. Five hours remaining until your randez-vouz... A whole fucking eternity.
The tent in his pants was unquenchable, no matter how many hairy men Vander attempted to imagine.
This tween behavior made Benzo grin - he didn't need to ask what you've been up to, he already knew. Watching Vander's blush and his constant throat clearing was enough of a show in itself. Business his ass; Benzo and Vera actually bet if you'd have sex right then and there or if you'd wait for a better moment. Vera was now 20 Valors richer.
"Could you take over the tappers for a minute?" - Vander asked, looking at the drink she was just finishing - you'd like it. Filled with pieces of chopped fruit, a very refreshing mix of spirits and lemonade. - "Gotta arrange somethin' real quick."
"You got it, V." - Vera called over her shoulder, showing Vander a thumbs-up. Leaving his tea towel on the bar, Vander turned on his heels to walk into the basement - this was his kids' designed hangout spot when they didn't feel like exploring Lanes. And since Vi was under house arrest, they've been lounging around it all weekend.
"Oh, hey." - Claggor was first to acknowledge him - he and small Powder were playing tick-tack-toe while Mylo read in the corner, only sending him a nod. Vi was sitting on the couch with her palms under her head, staring at the ceiling.
"What's up, old man?" - Vi muttered, sitting up. She had the most authority over the group, so she needed to be pressured the most - getting along with her meant getting along with the rest of the kids. At this point, Vi wasn't even mad, unlike a month back - now, she spent most of the time thinking about how to avoid Vander's attention next time, ticking off the few remaining days on her hands.
"I wanna make a deal with ya, kids." - Vander started, leaning his ass into the counter below him. Everyone was paying attention now, their head turned directly at him. The truth was - he needed the flat empty if he wanted to host a dinner for you and fuck senseless after... Which would be difficult with four fucking kids around. - "I'll let Vi off the hook sooner if you'd sleep here, need ya outta my hair. Just for tonight."
"Why?" - Powder wondered, her enormous blue eyes ogling at Vander. It was time to blush, sweat, and truly clear his throat. All the kids stared at him before Mylo exclaimed 'Aaaaah', laughing at Vander's busted ass.
"... Our old man got himself a date." - The boy explained - before he managed to utter another word, Vi gripped her palm around his shoulder.
"That's all she needs to know." - The girl ended topically, grinning at Vander. - "That's it? No buts or ifs if we stay the night here? That's all you askin'? You'll just... Let me off the hook?"
"Depends, have you learned your lesson?"
"Of course I did." - The girl answered, emphasis on the word 'did'. Yeah, right, and Vander was the newest fucking councilor. The kids started nodding frantically, making the old man chuckle. - "We all did. Last month had been very educational for all four of us."
"Then you're off the hook. Of course, in case of an emergency, just come ask for help - I'll be here for you..." - Vander informed swiftly, watching as Vi sat next to him with an angelic smile - from his experience, she was about to ask the stupidest fucking question he'd heard all day.
"Is it the pretty one? That one sitting on the bar all the time and staring at you as if she'd never seen a man? She has it bad for you."
"You're begging for another month of house arrest."
"Hadn't even said anything!" - The girl laughed, taking Vander's answer as a yes.
Striking a deal with the kids was a double-edged sword - they might be grateful for now, but jokes and innuendos were coming Vander's way, for sure. He needed to embrace all parts of fatherhood - the good parts, like Powder's drawings on the fridge or Vi's occasional hugs as well as the bad parts, consisting, for example, of the kids consistently finding sex and relationships cringe and disgusting.
"Can I ask a favor from ya?" - Vander stopped in the doorframe, looking at the kids. - "Would you clean up the mess you've made yesterday?"
"Oh, yeah... The pancakes..." - Powder sighed, remembering all the dirty dishes and ingredients plastered all over the kitchen sink. That might've been her job. Vander (while being very grateful for the breakfast) asked the kids if a bomb had gone off in the kitchen.
"No problem, big guy, you got it!" - Vi exclaimed, her eyes shining as she just found another angle for a stupid statement. - "Everything will be good as new for your big night, on my honor."
"You're on some mighty thin ice here." - The old man mumbled, but couldn't hide the grin appearing on his face.
Waiting for the Last Drop to close was endless, you'd swear - you'd change into outfit after outfit, trying out different underwear sets and even switching your hairstyle three times. You'd decided on something more decadent and less showy - while the afternoon visit was to seduce Vander, now you wanted to be more you - while being less fashionista, your outfits were still cute.
Even walking into the establishment was nerve-wracking - just as you slipped through the door, Vera was leaving for the night after cleaning the whole place up. Jakob was long gone after that point - his mom was sick, so he'd leave around ten, leaving the two to deal with the locals and patrons.
"Hey." - You waved, smiling at the guy shyly. Vander was just polishing the tappers - you loved how his hand moved steadily, showing all the veins on his forearm.
"Hey, you. Lookin' cute." - The man didn't waste any time making you fluster as you put your bag on your stool - you'd packed a few spare things to change into.
"How was the night?" - Without hesitation, you'd walk behind the bar and roll up your sleeves to sort the different glass types Vander had lying around.
"C'mhere. Forgotten somethin', silly." - Without notifying you, the man hugged your hips and pulled you in for a kiss - no matter your wet hands. Giggling, you didn't hesitate to kiss him back, gently smoothing his chin.
"Missed ya here, sweetheart."
"I'm here now... And I'm starving."
"Let me finish up so I can cook you somethin' delicious, doll." - Gently slapping your ass (melting at your surprised squeal), the man started finishing the very last chores feverishly.
"I'm here to help - after I finish the glasses, what's on the agenda?"
"Nothin' for you. I'd like some help in the kitchen, though."
"Got it. Well..." - Smiling at him, you'd slap his ass back. It was a homely gesture you enjoyed, honestly. Something about slapping ass and watching his eyes shine as he glared at you made your heart flutter - getting another kiss helped too.
Vander's flat was on the top floor of the Last Drop - it was spacious, but felt crowded at the same time, for an inexplicable reason. There was a lot of stuff. Even though it was tidy, you got a chaotic vibe from the place... That meant you wouldn't like it, however.
The design was incongruous, as you'd expected from a bachelor's fault - the pieces of furniture didn't match at all (in case they did, it was only vague), and the decoration was lacking, but he'd everything he needed. The flat smelled nice, unlike the rest of Zaun - like wood, oranges, jasmine, and his musk... It smelled like him.
"Welcome to my little kingdom."
"Mhm, I like it here... A lot. Feels quite like home." - Your words made him smile even more widely than before - walking to you, he gently held your head in his palms before lowering his, kissing you with a happy hum. It was a sweet, delicate romantic kiss; his lips gently brushed yours, his palms slowly traveling onto your shoulders, copying the curve of your back and settling on your ass, bringing you impossibly close.
"Let's get cookin' before you make me lose my damn mind, doll." - With a last caress of your jaw, he'd walk into a spacious kitchen/dining room. The table was impressively large - enough to host at least seven people. That was where you noticed it for sure - a lonely crayon forgotten under the table and children's drawings on the pantry door. Observing them, you nodded to yourself, putting your bag onto one of the chairs.
"There are... Nice." - You muttered, pointing at them. His expression froze for a second before he joined you in observing the masterpieces.
"Mhm. I like 'em a lot. Always make my day."
"Who gave them to you?" - With the most innocent expression you could muster, you pressed on with the interrogation. Vander... Wasn't taken, was he? He'd tell you if he was, right? Where would be his wife and presumed children - would he just tell them to leave the flat until he deals with his booty call? Surely not.
"Well, yannow, I help around the community. A lot of kids out here, a lot of excited painters."
"Uh-huh." - The confusion and suspicion in your voice was almost tangible. There was one theory you could test out. - "Could I use the bathroom real quick?"
"Suit yourself, doll. The first door on the left. Call out if you need anythin'."
"I'll be right back." - Kissing his shoulder to divert his attention a bit, you walked inside the small bathroom - it wasn't anything regal, but it fulfilled its purpose. Turning on the basin to cause distraction, you started searching for proof of feminine presence - make-up, perfume, comb... Anything. The only thing you found, however, was a pink hairband forgotten next to the shower. A girl's hairband, you realized - could he be a widower? That would be fine too, you'd even understand why he hadn't mentioned it until then. Well, in that case, it would be better not to pressure him - he'll tell you on his own.
"Everythin' alright?" - He'd ask as soon as he noticed you lurking around the kitchen. Letting your eyes drown in the sight of a homey, domestic Vander was a heavenly sight. He'd taken off his jacket and worked on cutting some vegetables.
"Everything alright. What can I help with?"
"The meat."
Cooking together was fun. You'd open a bottle of wine, chatting as you prepared the meal - Vander asked about details he hadn't learned yet, and you asked about his past, favorite pastime, and hobbies. As per usual, he'd been an open book, answering everything right away and with honesty - this guy could be married, no way in a million years.
When a comfortable silence settled between you, you just wait for the meal to be ready - you've decided to settle on a small, very old kitchen island while waiting for Vander to finish peeling and roasting the potatoes.
"Whatcha grinnin' at, you pretty little thing?"
"Just watching the most beautiful man I've met, 's all."
"Look at her." - Approaching you, the man was purring with happiness. As he approached the edge of the island, your legs opened themselves to hook around his waist, bringing him closer. - "The accent's catchin' 'n everythin'."
"Did to impress the guy I like."
"Hope he's handsome and treats you right."
"You have no idea." - Holding him in place with your palm, you put the glass down and closed off the distance, kissing him slowly. Passion built up with each little movement - he'd hold you impossibly close, his hands roaming your body freely, even taking the vest you've been wearing. Hip lips traveled from your lips to your neck, kissing a small trail below the collar of your blouse as he worked on the buttons. If you weren't starving, you'd let him undress you right there, on the fucking kitchen island...
Ruining the atmosphere, your stomach started growling. The moment was gone in an instant, having you both laugh quietly.
"I'm sorry." - You laughed as he hugged you. This time, you let your hands roam around his broad back and shoulders, scratching it with your fingers.
"Nothin' to be sorry 'bout. I promised you dinner and I intend to keep the promise."
"You bet. Couldn't wait for what you have in store."
"... If you provide the desert, that is." - The tone of his voice mesmerized you, having you ogling at him. Fucking hell, he looked so hot - looking at you with his eyes darkened with lust, his thumb playing with your lower lip. Wiggling your hips around, you could feel what was the reason for this sudden change of mood. His dick was deliciously outlined, almost begging to be pulled out and sucked, hitting the back of your throat.
"I can give you a little taste." - With an innocent smile, your palm slowly caressed his lower abdomen, slipping down between his legs. Even the thought of having his dick on your palm made you hot and bothered, let alone imagine him finally fucking you after all this time.
Sure, you've had sex before, but you've been this down bad and horny for anyone. Imagining him naked made you shuttered, his warmth made goosebumps rise on your skin - as if he knew what pressure to apply, how to apply it, and for how long... Vander was perfect. Fucking perfect.
Just when you brushed the tip, Vander's palm tugged on yours.
"Dinner first, doll." - Pushing himself between your legs, he couldn't resist pulling you for one last kiss. - "You'll have all night for showin' me what a good fuckin' girl you are."
"Okay, baby."
"Good. I ain't plannin' on lettin' you leave until the mornin'." - With a last kiss on your temple, Vander walked back to the stove to check on the food. It smelled delicious. So much so that your stomach grumbled again.
The dinner was delicious, you had to admit. The man knew his cooking and he wasn't shying away from showing you heaven by overstimulating the everliving shit out of your taste buds. Vander even brought a bottle of wine from Last Drop's exclusive displays to amp it up. Having a man working in gastronomy spoiling you rotten had its benefits, you must admit.
The conversation was... Mundane. You'd suspect the rising tension would've made it harder to make small talk. Still, it didn't change much except the hunger behind Vander's eyes - he hadn't seen you or talked to you properly in the last two weeks, of course, he wanted to hear what you've been up to, how locals treated you and if there's anything he can do to help.
You've been the one to do the dishes, despite Vander's protests - he was ordered to sit down and relax for a bit; he'd been on a long shift and cooked for you, no way you wouldn't return the hospitality. Other than fucking him senseless, that was.
"Lord almighty." - It was a mere whisper, almost too quiet for you to notice. While drying your hands, you'd turned your head to Vander to send him a smile - his expression made you freeze in one place. His voice was husky as he stared at you, looking you up and down as if he hadn't seen a prettier woman before. His elbow leaned to the back of his chair, his tongue slowly traveling on his lips as he enjoyed the view - your hair let down, blouse half unbuttoned, tar trousers perfectly hugging your curves. Domestic behavior was one of his weaknesses.
The stare sucked the air out of your lungs, the smile disappearing. He'd been staring at you as if he was preparing to devour you alive, like a wolf preparing for the last blow. You've never felt like prey... Not in a good way.
Daring to take it a step further, you unbuttoned the vest, letting it slip off your shoulders. The man didn't tear his eyes off you - it was hard to even blink, let alone move. Carefully, your fingers push under the blouse, showing off more and more of your skin. As you teased to show him your breasts, his response was a playful scoff. Turning away from him, you slipped the piece of clothing over your head; the see-through fabric left little to the imagination anyway, but finally looking at the laces of your bra left Vander biting his lip.
"Enjoying the show, big guy?"
"You have no idea, doll."
"How about you show me, then?"
"Seems you're havin' fun on your own, don't lemme slow you down."
"Could use a spare pair of hands."
"Keep goin' and I'll think 'bout it."
Stripping for someone's enjoyment was new for you, but it was... Fun. You'd suspect you'd feel dumb, maybe silly; seeing how he palmed his hardening dick over his pants while watching each move you made gave you confidence. So much of it, in fact, that you slowly slipped the pants off your hips, your boots following soon after. Vander's eyes were glued to how you palmed your breast, playing with the hems of your panties.
"Still want to only watch?"
"Do you realize how mesmerizing you look, darlin'?" - With that, your fingers finally slipped under the fabric - your other palm grabbed on the kitchen unit so you could ache your back, letting out a lewd moan. - "Keep goin', doll, show me how you like it."
Fulfilling the wish, your fingers drew delicate circles around you, gathering all the wetness leaking out of you. You hadn't been this wet for anyone before Vander. Soon, you stopped caring if he was even watching you - you started to slip your fingers in and out, playing with yourself just as you enjoyed it. It was when your breathing got heavier and your knees started giving out when he finally walked over to you.
Immediately, your forehead found its way to his shoulder, your fingers grabbing his forearm forcefully enough to leave dents. Helping you with getting off, he carefully pushed the tiny lacy panties aside (Vander wanted to keep them intact mainly because he suspected this piece of clothing would bring him on his knees anytime you'd show it to him). His fingers were much thicker than yours, making you moan in sensation as he carefully pushed them inside you, curling them up ever so slightly.
"Keep goin' for me, pretty girl, I wanna hear you moan."
"F-fuck, Vander." - As he requested, so you provided, panting heavily between meowls and lewd moans leaving your mouth. - "You can add one more and go faster, please."
While doing as you asked, he also slipped one of the straps off your shoulder, letting your breast bounce out of the bra. Carefully nibbling on your nipple, he'd pushed his knee between your legs to support you. With each second, your moves started becoming erratic as you ground against his hand, trying to match his palm's thrusts.
"Shit, I think... I'm about to..." - Throwing your head backward, his lips found yours in a rough, passionate kiss.
"Let go for me, c'mon, good girl." - His husky voice in your ears defused the bomb building inside your abdomen, letting you sink into his fingers in one last stretch. The orgasm felt surreal - his smell intoxicated your brain, your ears started ringing from the blood rushing inside your veins and your mouth produced the most erotic sounds it ever has.
"Holy shit, that was nice." - You admitted, gripping his shirt to lower him down for a proper kiss.
"I want to hear this more often, sweetheart." - Vander chuckled, licking his fingers clean while staring you in the eyes. This view had you biting on your lip, kissing him once more just to feel his and your tastes mixed. This alone made you smirk. - "Can't believe how lucky I am to have you here. I imagined this so many times..."
"Let me take care of you, big guy." - Leaving all the clothes in a discarded mess on the kitchen floor, your palm tugged on his palm to lead him inside the bedroom.
It was a bit messy, surely seen better days, but it felt very homey - his bed was unmade, clothes that he discarded in a rush were thrown over the chair and a collection of various books and papers gathered on the table. You could notice various framed pictures hanging on the wall but didn't go as far as to check them out. The bed seemed sturdy, excessive wooden frame resting at the mint green wall. You liked it.
Even before you asked the first question, his lips crushed to yours, forcing you to back until your knees hit the edge of the mattress. While his hands started pulling his t-shirt off his body, you didn't waste any time unbuckling his belt, your lips kissing a wet trail on the skin he uncovered for you.
He'd been in better shape than you imagined - Vander wasn't the type to have his muscles flexing or rocking a six-pack, but he was slender with just the right amount of chubbiness sprinkled on top of it. Dad bod in its finest form, that's how Ezreal described it to you.
You loved the curly hair on his chest; it wasn't too dense, just enough to look ridiculously hot. His happy trail below the belly button was very tasteful, making you moan breathily. Your fingers started to shake as you finally pushed his trousers down, putting your palms on his hips and taking a moment to simply adore him.
Vander was the most beautiful man you came across, there was doubt in your mind - you loved his fucking body. His palms were much larger in comparison to yours, also filled with small calluses due to his occupation, but the rest of his skin was smooth and warm.
His stature was a sight to behold - broad shoulders, wide chest, and waist that simply begged to be puzzled between your thighs. Just by looking at the outline of his dick, you knew it was going to be a nice ride - its length was perfect for you, the only thing you were worrying about was how thick it appeared to be.
"What's the frown for, doll?" - His voice broke you out of your thoughts, his thumb playing with your lower lip.
"Never had someone so wide." - Your words made your pussy contract delightfully, already aching to feel him filling you to the brim.
"I'm a handy guy, doll, I'm sure you can take it if I help you. But you gave me a promise, remember?"
"Desert?"
"Lay down for me, sweetheart, c'mon." - With a quick, skillful move, the bra slid off your shoulders, leaving you fully naked. And yet, you've never felt sexier as you laid down, letting him prop your back up with a pillow while getting on his knees. - "Look at the view, doll." -Vander murmured, pecking both your inner thighs. His smirk was screaming danger, but so fucking good-looking. You've been so aroused that the surrounding air felt cold on your core. - "Must be nicest I had in years. You're even wetter than before doll, God." - With a murmur, he'd kiss the sweet spot right above your clit, sliding his nose through your folds tantalizingly slow. - "You smell and taste so fucking good."
Then, he dived right in, taking you in his mouth with careful, slow, and precise movements - his tongue copied lazy circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves, and his palms and shoulders kept your legs spread wide open, no matter how many times you tried pushing them together. It could be felt he's skilled in eating out - even though he couldn't know what you liked, he started slow and looked at how you reacted, being perceptive enough to repeat the movements you seemed to enjoy and avoid those that made you frown.
It didn't take him long to make you a whimpering, whiney mess - especially after his mouth dipped down to catch every bit of your arousal, licking you clean - his watery eyes were piercing through yours, watching as your breasts moved with each breath you took. When he pushed two fingers in once more, a long and needy moan filled his bedroom. That was when you broke off the eye contact and draped the sheets, concentrating on the heat slowly building in your abdomen, your toes curling against your will. His tempo was slow, playful... Vander was definitely taking his time with you.
"'s this what you imagined, doll? Havin' me on my knees, goin' insane over how you taste and sound?" - The man murmured into the skin on your thigh, sending light vibrations through your pussy as he chuckled upon listening to how you desperately tried putting a sensical sentence together. You failed miserably. As you stumbled on your words, his fingers sped up until you squirmed with pleasure, tightening the grip around his shoulders. - "With I could stay here forever, eatin' this pretty little cunt 'til my name's the only thing you remember. Such a pretty fuckin' little girl."
"Vander, please, I need you." - With all the will remaining inside you, you managed to pick yourself up on your elbows, tugging on his hair. - "Please, baby, I need you so fucking much. Your tongue on me, your dick balls deep inside me, whatever you'd like... Just don't fucking stop."
"Never, doll." - His mouth assaulted your sex with precision, devouring you like there was no tomorrow, even pushing his face further into you while his fingers worked wonders inside you. Your fingers tangled inside his hair, ensuring he wouldn't move an inch. The movements of his tongue became brutal the more your pelvis rode his face as you started chasing your release. He mumbled something, but you never got to know what it was - the vibrations were enough to send you over the edge, making your body tense up and thighs squeeze his head impossibly close to your clit as he continued sucking on it, riding you out of your high.
When your legs spread again, he gasped for air with a large smile, his beard glistening with your arousal. Fuck. Having him marked like that was turning you on. His fingers inside you didn't stop moving yet, enjoying the way your walls squeezed them. He enjoyed how you squirmed each time his thumb gently caressed your oversensitive bundle of nerves.
"All good, doll?"
"No one had... Jesus, hmpf... How... How are you so good at this?"
"Just wanna see my girl happy, 's all. Love seein' your face like this." - Still working wonders between your legs, Vander picked himself off the floor to kiss you. Gently, he pressed in another finger, stretching you even more. But by Gods, it felt so good. - "We're there, baby girl."
Not breaking the kiss, his fingers slipped out of your slit, helping you to climb higher on the bed. Once again, you propped your pelvis up with a pillow, sinking your head into another.
Vander caressed your cheek and kissed you before teasingly running his dick through your folds - you were still slippery enough thanks to the mix of his saliva and your arousal, so there wasn't a need for lubricating. His precum leaking out of the tip of his cock made it simpler. Still kissing you, he started teasing you cradling his pelvis back and forth with his dick aligned with your entrance, as if it was to slip any moment now; his other arm propped on the bedframe.
"Ready, doll?"
"Whenever you are."
"Attagirl."
As soon as the tip of his cock slipped inside you, a hurtful hiss crossed your lips - his mouth was instantaneously back on yours, kissing you gently, the palm which was guiding his cock minutes later entangled with yours. Even though Vander did his best to loosen you up, he was still wide. The width made you gasp for air between kisses, each inch filling you like anything before.
It didn't hurt, it was just a bit uncomfortable until you got used to the sensation. Your eyes sliding across his face and mouth wide open, you started enjoying the feeling of fullness, especially seeing the ecstatic, awed expression on his face.
"Almost there, doll, almost there. You're takin' it so good."
"It feels so good, baby. I love feelin' your dick inside me." - As you traced your fingers on his face, you could feel him throbbing upon your words. The sensation made you move against his body, letting the rest of the dick slip inside in one swift motion. - "Holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"You look so fuckin' mesmerizing, takin' my dick like that." - His pelvis started moving carefully, sloppily slipping in and out of you. The sounds were so erotic, so perfect, turning you on even more.
When you felt like you could take it, you started to meet his thrusts halfway, making you both groan in pleasure. Your knees circle around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you - as he did his best to make love to you, his thrusts were playful, slow, and careful, making sure you're getting the most out of it. Vander was also making sure you'll be ready for when he'll start mercilessly fucking you like there's no tomorrow.
"Mhmh, you feel so fucking good, Vander."
"Love it when you say my name like this."
"Vander..." - You moaned, feeling as his pace started picking up, his thrusts becoming more precise. - "God, Vander, Vander, Vander."
"You'll be the death of me, fuck."
Before you grasped it, the headboard started banging into the wall as the bed creaked under the brutal tempo Vander had set - you didn't attempt to shush your screams and moans as you dragged your nails down his back, aching your back until your breasts met his chest. Both of you were sweaty and aching in the best way possible, sloppily kissing anytime you could.
"I won't last for much longer, doll." - His voice was hoarse as he stared at your tits bouncing around, every semblance of sense erased from his mind. All Vander knew was how perfect you felt tightening around him, that this pussy must've been hand-made for him and him only, and that your moans were the most musical sounds he'd heard until that day.
"Cum for me, big guy."
"Where... Shit." - Vander sat up, putting his forearm under your back to keep you in position. This new sensation made you squirm, digging your nails deep into his forearm. He'd been even wider from this angle, filling you up better than before. - "Where do you want me, doll?"
"Anywhere you want, Vander."
This was Vander's last stretch. His name falling off your lips in such a lewd manner fried his circuits, having him bury his dick deep inside you with one last thrust. Out of breath, Vander collapsed on your chest, listening to your fast heartbeat. Your fingers started playing with his hair and caressing his sweaty back, feeling the warmth spreading deep within you. Everything felt perfect.
"You know how you said... You loved me?"
"... Also said you don't have to say it back, Vander."
"What if I'd like to, doll?"
"... Then I'd be the happiest girl in the Lanes."
"I love you." - The man murmured, picking his head up to look you in your eyes. The words made you smile widely as you held his pace in your arms, giggling. His softening member was still inside you, but neither of you seemed to be in the rush to pull it out.
"That's the fucking talking, big guy."
"It ain't, on my honor. You're the best girl I've ever met. If you won't mind, I'd love to make you mine."
"Then repeat it..."
"I love you, doll."
"Again."
"I love you."
"... One more time."
"I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, Vander." - Cracking a smile, you let the man kiss you, losing yourself in his warm bear hug and embrace. Moments after, he finally picked himself up, walking to the bathroom to bring you a warm towel. Letting you clean yourself up, he disappeared into the kitchen to make you tea and pick up all your clothes scattered over the floor.
The night, just as he promised, was endless - he'd taken you from more positions, caressing your body with the utmost care, as if you were a goddess he wished to worship. You did your best to project his behavior, but you've been too lost in it all - his lips, warm skin, arms wrapped around each time part of your body, his groans in your ear, his beard scratching your lips anytime you kissed... It was around seven in the morning when you finally picked yourself up, pushing his shirt over your head.
"Want something from the kitchen, big guy?"
"All I want is you back as soon as you can."
"Bet your ass..." - Before you could finish the joke, someone barged into the room, making you scream in surprise. You were moaning Vander's name just a few minutes back - who the fuck was this?
Looking at the incoming person, you've known the girl. You've already seen her serving in Vander's - the same violet hair, deadpan on her face as she looked at Vander covering himself with his sheets.
"What the..." - You asked, looking at her. The girl, seemingly, ignored you.
"... She did it again. I need your help, old man."
"What? Who did what? Who are you? Vander?" - You asked with confusion, looking from Vander to the girl and back.
"Oh, hi." - Suddenly, the trouble was forgotten as she leaned her shoulder into the doorframe, smiling at you cockily. - "Fancy seeing you here. Looking good."
"Hi?"
"What did Powder do this time?" - Vander sighed, bringing Vi's attention back to him. To hide the embarrassment, Vander massaged his face with a long sigh.
"We wanted to prepare some breakfast for you guys, so naturally, the stove's on fire." - The girl explained, but didn't seem to be in a rush to stop the ongoing apocalypse in the kitchen - now that you concentrated on it, you could hear distressed squeals and multiple people arguing, pans clinking on the metal - you could also see the smoke rolling out of the kitchen. The flat smelled hellish, making your eyes swell in tears from the subtle itching.
"Cover the pan with a pot lid - it'll put out the flames. I'll be right over."
"Hope you'll swing by too. Powder can't wait to meet you." - The girl picked herself off the doorframe, winking at you before closing the door.
"What the fuck was that?" - You asked, looking at Vander with disbelief. Who was she? Was she his daughter? Who are the other kids? You had your suspicions, yes, but this freaked you out more than you expected. You expected one, two kids at best - according to the ruckus, there were more people than that, though.
"Listen, if you want to leave now, doll, I understand... I..."
"Are these your kids?"
"Sorta?"
"Sort of? How can you 'sort of' have kids?
"Adopted 'em little nuisances after the riots last year. None of 'em had a home to go back to - felt responsible for 'em. Listen, as I said, no one's holdin' you here. You must be furious..."
"Fucking confused is what I am. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Wasn't confident 'nough if I'll even be what ya want without knowing I have four kids on my back."
The vulnerable expression on his face made you soften up. Four kids was a lot, yes - his actions, however, were honorable. Where would they end up if Vander didn't step up, giving them a home and a loving fatherly embrace?
The longer you stared at Vander, the more motivated you were to step out of the door confidently, sharing this awkward morning with all five of them, and taking everything it could give you.
You... Wanted to meet them. You wished to know every possible side of Vander and share all the good and the bad with him. You wanted everything he was offering - whether it was holding your hand, kissing you during his shifts in the pub, all the mindblowing sex, warmth in his eyes as he whispered 'I love you', his fingers tracing your skin as you laid opposite each other and talked between fucking, his warmth, his love... You wanted it all. And if he had kids, that was a part of this little everything you wanted so bad, no matter how worried it made you.
"Was this the reason why you freaked out so bad?"
"Ain't it obvious, Y/N? I'm almost forty, with a pub and four kids on my neck. Someone as young shouldn't worry about whether they have 'nough to eat, clothes to wear, 'bout what trouble they got themselves into this time... This ain't a life for such a young little thing."
"But it's your life. And I want you..."
"That's precisely why you shouldn't be wantin' me, doll. C'mon."
"Stop making my decisions for me, Vander. Did you plan on telling me about the kids?"
"Not for a bit... I was worried it would drive you away. I'm a selfish bastard, haven't you noticed?"
"Fucking far from it. The least you could do was to tell me about them. It would make things less embarrassing."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if you told me ahead of time, we could have our little rendezvous at my place - do you realize how awkward this is for me? For them also, I'm sure."
"I'm sorry, Y/N... I didn't know how to bring it up..."
"We better get going before Powder blows the kitchen up."
"... You ain't gonna leave?"
"Of course not. These kids are a part of your life, so I want to get to know them. Step by step. If let me stick around, I can be a good step-mum to them one day, maybe."
"Are you serious?" - Vander asked, staring at you with his lips parted.
"Dead serious."
"I... Fucking love you, Y/N."
"Right back at you, handsome. Move your ass before someone barges in to drag us into the kitchen."
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Author's note: So, regarding Ezreal... I didn't want him to come across as a sappy romantic who's in love with the reader - he's more of a naïve playboy in my mind, constantly falling in love with whoever's in front of him, seeing different people every week. Ez definitely got the charm and rizz to pull something like that off.
On the other hand, I think it could be a platonic love situation - they're both into each other (to one degree or another) - the reader doesn't date him, however, because she has standards, and Ezreal, as he admitted, would rather die than seeing someone like himself fooling around with her.
#ezreal league of legends#jayce league of legends#jayle talis#jayce arcane#vander arcane#vander is such a dilf istg#he's next to joel on my list#this guy could break me in half and I'd thank him#vander x fem!reader#vander x afab!reader#the kids are on it#i live for the last drop's kids squad#vi arcane#powder arcane#mylo arcane#claggor arcane
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Can you do a Violyn x reader but reader is being a brat to them?
Thank you for the request!
Violyn With a Brat Reader Part 1
Pairing:Poly!Violyn x Reader
A/N:I wanted to make the first part of it as headcanons cause it didn’t had to be detailed, but the smut part will be a full fic!
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The life with the two infamous police womans of Piltover was kinda boring sometimes.
Sure, it had its perks, but lately they have been so busy with all the police duty that you were missing them more than usual as they did not spend that much time with you lately
So of course instead of simply telling them that you missed their attention you decided to have some fun with the situation
The plan started when Caitlyn announced that her parents had invited the three of you to have dinner at their state
To start things off you bought a new expensive dress that revealed a lot more skin the yout girlfriends were used to
While Vi had the innocence to think you just wanted to dress up nicely for them Cait was started to see through your plan but decided to not say a word about it
Upon arriving in the Kiramman state you seemed to behave well, until the actual dinner
That’s when you started to make random comments about them
Making fun of their uniforms, of Cait's top hat, of Vi's eating manners, things like that
Cassandra and Tobias laughed at everything you said, but your comments started to die down on your throat when Cait gripped your neck from behind and you noticed Vi gripping her glass of wine as she was almost smashing it
Cait gave her parents some random excuse on why they had go home a little earlier than expected while Vi looked deep into your eyes
You knew you were completely fucked by this point, but on the way out of the mansion you pretended nothing was happening, giving everyone a shiny smile, including your girlfriends
When you finally reached the car, to your surprise Vi entered in the backseat with you, immediately pinning you to your car seat by the throat
"You think it was really funny the little stunt you pulled there huh?" As she went from just keeping you in place to actually cutting your air flow
"Just wait till we arrive home baby" Caitlyn said to Vi "Then we can show our little slut what happens when she do dumb things"
Ok maybe hearing the tone in their voices you were starting to think this was kind of a bad idea lol
But at the same time you couldn’t wait to feel what was waiting for you when you arrived home
#arcane x reader#vi x reader x caitlyn#vi x reader#caitlyn x reader#arcane#arcane fanfic#caitlyn kiramman#vi#arcane vi
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pet play with the arcane women + Illaoi?
Yes yes! My name is Hound for many reasons, babe
NSFW MDNI 18+ (added their favorite pets)
Tagging: @nora-xox @colourfulkidglitter @midnightsk13s @biphrogg @sevikasmainwhore @trashbod @petitepersephone (pretend I rembered I have a tag list)
[Pet play is one of my favs, bdsm kinks are so fun to write]
Sevika:
Sevika loves her subs eager and ready to please her, loves being worshipped and looked up at with hearts floating around your head absolutely enthralled by the sight of her. Watching her slowly undress as your chained up to the bed. Whether youre a pretty little puppy to excited for her to use you without a leash. Or a loving little bunny eager to service her for some of her loving tender side as she'll hold you afterwards. Or even a shy hesitant fox not super excited but happy to please her when she gets you wet. She wants someone who squirms just from her words, unable to look your owner in her eyes cuz you know she's looking at you like a a piece of meat. Her precious little slut. Ready and eager and desperate for her like she deserves. She loves putting a little plug in your ass letting your cunt drip for her as she holds you down and gives you what you so desperately need. She'll put you on your knees, with a collar that's says "Sevika's", have you eat her out as your groveling naked on the ground floor pressed to your knees mouth open for her. She'll be mostly dressed, shirt pulled up pants down. Her muscles sore from work, covered in a bit of sweat looking down at you. She'd make you kiss her boots, earn your way to her strap. She loves watching her precious little pet try to gulp all of her cock down your little throat, a hand on the back of your head pushing you down more. Her metal hand holding a lit cigar watching you work her strap. Then put you on the bed your ass in the air spitting on her strap so she can ram into your pussy hitting your sweet spot over and over and over until your drooling and begging like a good whore should.
"Tsk, you're already so wet for me, huh pretty girl? That's it princess show me how much of a slut you are for me. Such a good girl, have you been touching yourself while I was gone? No, not even humping your pillow like a desperate little Mutt? Good pet.. Daddy is gonna make all those disgusting thoughts drip out of your little pussy. On your knees. That's it. Strip. No no, take your time. Aw, i know you can take it I thought you were gonna be good.. Take it then. Yea that's it? You liked getting fucked like a dirty little animal? Yea? Then Daddys gonna fill that cunt up to the brim with my cum. Oh yea you like that? Take it. You're daddys perfect pet, yea? Yea? Beg like a stupid whore. You want daddy to breed you? Cmon then beg you filthy little slut."
Grayson:
Grayson is here to please her sub, she's a service dom. All she wants is for you to cum over and over saying her name like it's the only thing keeping you alive. Like her name is better than air. So she's okay with any pet you want, puppy's, kittens, foxes, vixens, bunny's but doesn't really like the farm animals as much. Such as ponies or cows. But is open to trying. She does so far have preferences for Kittens and Vixens. The less eager more bratty / slutty ones. The ones to mess with her because they want the consequences. Loves seeing your pleasure in the faces you make as she fingers you. Is into punishing you when you misbehave, secretly likes walking in on you breaking rules, taking off your leash, humping your pillow. loving when you thank her for spanking you. Knowing every slap to your bare ass on her thighs makes you drip onto her. Wanting nothing more than to stick her tongue or fingers into that aching cunt just to get a taste of her pets sweet cum. Likes making you all red-faced before she even starts. She loves tying you down a but so she can pleasure you how she wants teasing your throbbing clit, letting you ride her face, her thighs and her strap. Because good pets deserve to hump themselves stupid. Will absolutely control your orgasm for hours.
"Oh sweetheart, I can't believe you couldn't follow mommy's rules? Have I been to hard on you? You couldn't wait for mommy to get home before you started to hump your damn thoughts away. I know you need mommy to help but you're just a dumb little pet baby, you know you need to listen to mommy's rules. Cmon now dear over my lap. Yknow what happens when silly little pets misbehave. Maybe if you behave while I'm here then I'll let you cum. Otherwise I'll be leaving you tommorow tied up in that pretty silk you bought. Oh, what was that? You're not supposed to enjoy my punishments but darling your pussy is dripping wet. Oh I bet this is what my pet wanted. You wanted to ger punished huh sweetheart? You like making mommy angry?"
Ambessa:
Bunnys and vixens, 100%. She prefers them slutty and eager. While the personalities tend to differ a lot between the two. Vixens being more luxurious and lustful, Bunnys are more innocent and there for the love and attention. Both tend to be eager to be railed. Loves the marking implements in pet play, giving you a collar with your title making you stay by her side at all times. Sitting on her lap when both of you are out. And you're a good pet for her, you have to be, she'd be more into a mix of permanent/ and not permanent versus only during sex. She loves control. Tends to see others around her as lesser. She's prideful and she needs to feel superior even in relationships which is a reason she likes petplay. She'd keep a little bed for you, collars, toys, treats. She might even get a cage for yoy if you were comfortable with it. Loves when she's day drinking on her couch and you're naked on your knees with your leash in her hand. Ready to come hump her thigh, or eat her out whenever she orders you to.
"I've had a rough day, on your knees little one. Good girl. Why are you not naked. I'll count to three before I take them off myself. Ah see I knew you could behave. You look so pathetic. Do you want your mistress my pet? Oh prove it. My shoes are still on my pants are not off. Work. Good pets do as their mistresses command do they not? Faster. Mommy's getting imaptenient. Look up at me. Yes that's it dear you want me so bad hm? Then beg, shove that mouth onto your mistresses cunt, yes that's it little one. That's it, just where yoy belong pretty girl. Oh you're covered in my cum such a good pet. Such a pretty slut for me. That's it spread wide little one, go on show me. Tsk you're already so wet. Do I make you feel that good. Sh sh pets don't talk they whine whimper and beg. That's it. Take it all inside that pretty little pussy. You're acting like a whore sweetheart. If you're gonna act like one then I'm going to treat you like one. Such a good girl, you did so well. Aww. Does my baby need some love, oh you poor thing yoy can't can't move can you?"
Illaoi:
She prefers the more mainstream ones: kittens and puppy's, but wouldn't mind a bunny. Willing and eager or eager and bratty. With illaoi you'd be on a ship so you'd probably have something similar to temporary pet play but with free use perks, as long as neither of you say no then she wants you to climb into her lap and ask for her, rub yourself on her leg when the crew sits around telling stories and she sits on a box parted from the main group so she can feel you up and readjust your collar. She'd have special collars for you mostly with golds and greens because youre her pet and she knows what looks prettiest on you. Loves when you get too needy to help yourself. Crawling up to her giving her those sweet little doe eyes, she's down for fucking you almost all the time after all the two of you are trapped at sea most of the time. She won't play around she'll make you say exactly what you want from her when you want it. Will refuse to fuck you unless she gets to hear you say it or see what a pathetic stuttering mess you become. Loves when you come to hump her thighs mindlessly like a bitch in heat. When you rub against her hip as you fall asleep in her arms. Absolutely adores seeing you on your knees with your leash in her hand and a tentacle shoved in your holes. See how red your face gets as she looks down at you fingering herself watching. Makes you eat her out while she uses her powers on you. Also her size kinks comes out big when she's your mistress.
"You're such a needy little slut for me babygirl, my desperate little puppy needs me so bad. Is that cunt dripping for me yet my pet. No you need something from your mistress? Mhm no cmon now sweetheart you know the rules, you have to tell me exactly what you need from me. Uhuh, speak up. Mistress doesn't understand rambling. Oh? You want me to breed you darling? You need my cock to fill you up, oh but your poor little pussy couldn't handle me. You're such tiny little thing, such a helpess little whore aren't you. Hmm, let's go into my cabin unless you want everyone to see what I'm going to do to that pretty pussy. Oh you look so good on your knees, you're mine aren't you? Say it? Louder? Oh I thought you wanted to be a good pet for me little one,, you look so full bunny, do you feel full? Tell mommy how they feel. Cmon kitty lick it up like a good pet, that's it. Use that perfect little tongue. Mmh such a good girl, use your fingers. That's it, oh you're moaning. You better scream my name when you cum for me little one"
Cassandra:
Kittens, Vixens, Kittens and Vixens: although she doesn't care what pet you are as long as she's the mistress. She does prefer more entitled pets, ones she'll have to teach better than to mess with. Puppy's, Bunny's and Foxes tend to be extremely eager or desperate, and more about loving /nurturing. Where as Vixens are entitled, they deserve what they want, they get it, they're the perfect pets so why be desperate. And Kittens tend to be somewhat bratty or misbehaved not following rules and such. She wants to train a pet, to be her perfect sub. Or not formally but loves punishing and enforcing her authority on her pet. Reminding them who's in charge, who they belong to. She'd tie your hands behind your back, cheek to the floor and ass in the air.
"Wow, really? Just blatantly disrespect me, I come home from the council, from rules and regulations to my pathetic little pet thinking she can do whatever she wants. Are you stupid? Have you forgotten who's bed out sleep in? Who's food you eat? I spoil you rotten and you turn around and start being a dirty little animal? A misbehaved little slut. Someone's gotta teach you where you belong. You can't even behave, while I'm gone. Pathetic. What? You want me to stop? You don't like tasting the floor do you, well that's all pathetic whores get. How's my heel feel in your cheek. Not good? Oh let's see how long you can handle your mistresses personal wand strapped to your clit before you pass out. Oh no I'm just gonna sit back and watch my favorite show. Id offer champaign but it seems you're a bit.. tied up."
Vi:
She loves bunny's the most, puppy's too. But innocent loving little bunnies are her thing. Bunnies are more innocent than puppies, and she enjoys cuddling and tender love that comes with having a pet. They're equally as excited for Vi to come home as Vi is to come home. Excited for some gentle kisses, make-out sessions, hugs, pats. Anything that Vi wants to give her pet, she'll take it like a good girl cuz all she wants from Vi is just her lovin. She loves kissing all over your face, placing gentle nips at your skin, hearing your cute little giggles squirming on her thighs, getting eager as she spoils you with love. She wants you to rock on her thighs as she takes your clothes off slowly. She loves eating out so all your cute little noises just fuel her. She loves seeing you in a collar, she really wants it to be red but won't give you too much grief if you pick another collar. But she'll spoil you whatever her precious girl wants she gets. She's very protective of her pocket puss pet.
"Heyy baby, aww you're so excited for me to come home aren't you bunny? How's my sweet thing doing. Cmon don't just look at me? You want something from me pretty girl? You know I'll give you anything you want." "Mm your skins so soft princess, you're so cute humping leg, look at you you're getting my pants all wet. Ohh no shh, you can take it. My tongue feels good huh? Wait till I fill you up have my strap rubbing inside that perfect little pussy. You want me so bad sweetheart, you're making the cutest little noises for me precious. That's it ride my cock baby I wanna see those pretty tiddies bounce. Such a good girl for me. Fuck you look so good bouncing on my cock. I love you so much my little bunny"
#sevika x reader#grayson x reader#illaoi x reader#ambessa x reader#cassandra x reader#vi x reader#arcane#arcane x reader#vi arcane#grayson arcane#ambessa medarda x reader#arcane ambessa#cassandra kiramman#ambessa medarda#arcane violet#illaoi x y/n#arcane sevika#sevika x you#grayson smut#vi headcanons#sevika#arcane animated series#arcane league of legends#arcane series#arcane lol#arcane netflix#league of legends arcane#grayson#arcane cassandra x reader
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cassandra do u write for cass?? if you do can you do cass x puppy!reader?
Cassandra x puppy!reader
warnings: pet play, f!reader, cages
A/N: So sorry that this short, I am not familiar with writing these ^-^
Cassandra adores how bubbly and energetic you are, she always looks forward to your heartwarming hugs when she comes home, to her you are the perfect pup
Because of that you are spoiled rotten, she constantly buys you the best dresses, necklaces, and custom collars in piltover, one of her favorite things is decorating your cage with adorable stuffed animals and plush blankets in your favorite color
She claims she simply happens to see things that remind her of you, but it's so obviously intentional. She's never surprised when you get bratty or disobey her and takes immense pleasure in punishing you, your breathy moans and desperate pleas are like music to her ears.
She loves "training" you, you'll be sitting in her lap with your legs on either side of her thighs as she pushes a dildo into your dripping cunt, "You're perfect, my dear" she whispers.
Another she loves about you is how clingy you are, there's never a dull moment or lonely night with you around, she goes as far to say she works better with you huddled underneath her desk while she works, her free hand softly running through your hair
#arcane#arcane lol#arcane smut#cassandra kiramman#tw.pet play#Cassandra kiramman x reader#♡zai's headcanons
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GIRLS INTERRUPTED II.
minors do not interact 18+ only
caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT, tribbing, fingering, some dirty talk, nipple play.
blurb: caitlyn follows through with her promise to make up for her mother’s intrusion.
author’s note: all i needed was one person to want a part 2. it was definitely a secret desire of mine to finish what cait started ;) and where the hell can i find good screen caps ???
Initially, you didn’t mind waiting until she got back. But, the shame started to set in.
Not a single soul wants to be caught in the act by someone’s mother. And it had to have happened before, because Caitlyn was just okay with her tits hanging out in front of her very own mother.
You just felt bad — like you disrespected Cassandra Kiramman. A literal Councilor.
She didn’t even care to address you. Which definitely damaged your ego. Your parents may not have been a councilor, but they were well respected by many of them. Could your actions have ruined that? Ugh, your thoughts were consuming you, while you were under her soft silk sheets.
It’s been nearly and hour, and Caitlyn hasn’t came back yet. So, you decided to get up and put your clothes back on. Maybe, the two do you could finish this another time — or never. You were embarrassed, and just wanted to go home at this point. Not even go back to the event. Your hair was too much of a mess anyway.
You zipped up the side, brushing your hands down your figure. Sighing, you sat on the edge of her bed, to put the strapped heels back on that you kicked off. You ran your hands over the spot the two of you were, on top of her covers.
Her beautiful face above yours, curling her fingers inside of you. Hips rutting against your bare thigh. Fuck. You wanted to stay and wait it out, but what if her mom came back instead of her. That would only lead to more embarrassment.
You’d be the first girl to leave her room without finishing, and it’s not even her fault. Or maybe it is — she should’ve locked the door.
To be nice, you made up her bed. Setting up her pillows as nicely as they were. Your scrunched your eyebrows, looking around her large room. “Where the hell is my purse?” You hopped off of her bed, ducking looking under her things. With her hands in yours, you stumbled into her room with a purse, but you tossed it somewhere in a fit of desire.
Your heels clicked against her shiny wooden floors, as you rushingly looked for your purse. It was big enough to fit your lip gloss and identification, but it should’ve been an easy find. Bunching up the skirt of your dress, you squatted, peering under her bed.
And there it was.
Laying in the middle of the floor, under her bed. Caitlyn’s bed was huge, so you were going to have to dive under it just to grab it. With a sigh, you got onto your stomach, sliding partly beneath her bed. You grunted, reaching for the bag — your fingers grazing the soft handle. “Ugh.” You groaned, pushing yourself under the bed some more.
Your fingers latched around the handle, causing a grin to pull onto your lips. Finally.
However, your smile was stricken from you, at the feeling of a gentle kick to the side of your thigh. You gasped, glancing over your shoulder to see the painted toes of the woman you were just under.
“Whatcha’ doing under there?” She questions, tapping her heeled foot.
“My purse- I’m getting my purse.” You stuttered, pushing yourself from under her bed. Almost hitting your head on the post holding up her large mattress. The sound of your heart thumping crowded your ears, as you met her royal eyes.
You placed the purse in your lap, leaning on your hands while you looked up at her tall figure. Her arms were crossed under her chest, a look of amusement on her features. “Gone so soon?” She wonders, offering you a hand.
With an apologetic smile, you take it, hopping to your feet. There was a bit of surprise in her almond eyes, seeing as you were evidently about to leave. “Y-Yeah... I mean, getting caught by your mom...”
“Yeah, I know, it ruins the whole thing... I guess I can thank your purse for prolonging your stay.” Caitlyn chuckled, glancing at the small bag between your fingers. Her hand still stays within yours, delicately holding your fingers. “We must’ve kicked it under the bed by accident when we...” You breathily laughed, slightly swinging your hand with hers.
“Uhm, my parents are probably looking for me, so... I should go.” You slip your fingers from hers, starting towards her large eloquent doors. A part of you really wanted to stay, but you’d probably look at her doors the whole time. Placing your fingers on the door handle, you pause biting your lip.
You heard heeled steps behind you, slowly approaching your turned frame. Breaths becoming more labored as you heard the taller young woman gaining. Her cool hands slid onto your hips, massaging the clothes flesh. Her breath hot on the muscles between your neck and shoulder.
“But... Do you want to go?” She inquires, opening her lips to plot wet kisses along your skin. Your breathing became shallow, eyebrows furrowing as you tried not to succumb to her power. Come on, you’re stronger than this. You thought, as you were sinking against her body.
You chuckled, “Of course, I don’t want to go — but y-your mother knows. It shouldn’t be long before my parents f-find out.” Your words came out sharp. One of your hands placing over hers, and your eyes fluttering shut.
Caitlyn continues to place enticing kisses along your skin, her hands drifting up the curves of your body. “My mother is many things...” Her warm lips dot against your skin. “But she is not a narc.”
“Are you sure?” You breathed heavily, lightly moaning at her touch. “I cannot threaten my parents’ reputation... Gods.” Her hand squeezes one of your breasts through the fabric of the dress. Your neck falls back onto her, exposing more skin for her to cater to.
Her fingers hook into the top of your strapless gown, yanking it down. Your breasts popped from the restraint of the padded top, a gasp falling from your mouth. “Positive.” The kisses shes littering across your skin becomes more feverish. Her hands immediately grabbing at the flesh of your sensitive mounds.
One of her hands reached down to lock the door, causing a naughty smile growing on your lips. “No more interruptions, eh?” You dropped your bag onto the floor, raising your eyebrows.
“No more interruptions, darling.”
Caitlyn pivoted you around to meet your lips. He hand cradling the joint of your jaw, fingers brushing through the back of your hair. Her lips tangling with yours, messily and sloppily. Nothing but desire seeping through the pores of the both of you.
Her fingers pinching at your erect nipples, pulling lustrous gasps out of you. You backed her into the mattress behind her, hands pulling at the top of her own dress. But the straps kept her chest from being exposed almost too well.
The edge of the mattress hits the back of her legs, forcing her to sit. She scoots back a little bit, allowing you to seat yourself atop of her thighs. Your fingers work at peeling her skinny straps down her toned arms — her helping out, by taking out each arm.
You’d probably never admit this out loud, but Caitlyn had amazing tits. It was such a boyish thing for you to think of, but it was true. And you wanted — no needed to see them again.
So you yanked down the top of her dress, a bit more intense than how she did yours. You pull away to watch as they drop slightly over the cloth of the dress that covered her abdomen. “Fuck,” You swore, hands reaching up to cup her soft mounds. Caitlyn met your eyes, her bottom lip falling between her gapped teeth.
You always thought her little gap was so cute — and it didn’t get enough credit.
Breathily, you attacked the skin of her neck, grinding yourself against her. Raspy moans falling from her lips. Her slender hands trailed up your legs, hiking end of your dress up your thighs. You nipped at the thin skin, flicking one of her nipples with your hand. “How about we finish where we left of, yeah?” Caitlyn whispered, breathing heavily in your ear.
You barely had time to react before she slid your frilly panties to the side, sliding her fingers between your lower lips. Your lips disconnected from her skin, emitting a sharp inhale. Arms wrapping around her neck at the intrusion of her fingers delving into your cunt.
The stretch felt sickeningly good, especially once she began curling her long phalanges inside of you. “Caitlyn... Oh, Gods.” You muttered in her ear, rolling your hips against her. Trying get friction from the flatness of her palm — to stimulate your clit.
“Just like that... Ride my fingers, y/n.” Caitlyn purred, breathing against your skin.
She pronounced your name smoothly, need leaking from her voice. You released stressed out moans, trying to chase that feeling you felt only an hour ago. Her fingers scraped at your walls slowly, sending you into a frenzy.
“More, more,” You tiredly begged, your hips rutting against her fingers. If you kept it up, you were sure you were going to break them — but she wouldn’t mind much. The blue-haired added a third finger, pushing a lewd whine out of you.
You stuff your face into her neck, to muffle the loud sounds that were threatening to peel out of you. Hands gripping her shoulders as you feel the muscles of your abdomen clenching. Caitlyn sighed at the feeling of your walls squeezing her fingers.
She curled and she curled, keeping her pace steady.
“Look at me,” The blue-haired commanded, lightly gripping your hair to pull your head back. “Such a beauty...” Caitlyn hums, plotting a single hot kiss on your collarbone, looking back up at you. Her fingers working under the skirt of your gown.
You breathed heavily, an ‘O’ forming on your lips. Her other hands still had a grip on your roots, pulling ever so slightly. “Yes, please...” You whined with a tiny voice, the coils beginning to break inside of your pelvis.
Her royal blues watched as the roll of your hips began to stagger, your breathing hitching. Her own lips releasing a faint desired sigh at the final clench of your pussy around her fingers.
A loud, and built up cry emits from your mouth, pulling your body close to Caitlyn’s. You shoved your chest into her face, your body quaking through your high. Her fingers worked slowly inside of you, still. “C-Cait... Fuck, I can’t.” You shuddered, falling limp onto her shoulder.
You snuck a hand between your legs to pull her hand from inside of you, but her fingers kept working. You looked up, eyes meeting her with your lip between your teeth. “Caitlyn,” You mewled with furrowed eyebrows, running your hands through her roots, slightly tugging. Her irises were challenging, seductively peering at you.
“I said I was going to make it up to you, baby.” She licked your jaw, kissing behind it.
Caitlyn pulled out her fingers, flipping you onto the bed. Already in a daze, you went wherever she directed. The fabric of your skirt, bunching at your hips revealing you underwear that was stuck around your labia. She hopped off the bed, tearing off her gown — as well as her underwear.
With glazed eyes, you ogled her slender and toned silhouette. She climbed back onto the comfortable mattress harboring a cocky smirk on her lips. “Like what you see, y/n?”
“Mhm.” You nod, your hands laying above your head, tiredly.
Her hands reach to the side of your dress, that was folded under your tits. She unzipped it, pulling it down your body. You lifted your ass, allowing her to free you completely. Her lips attacked your stomach, kissing along your rib cage — leading to the elastic of your frilled panties.
Her long fingers tugged them down your legs slowly, causing an ache to increase in your pussy once more. Caitlyn left you clenching in pleasure, just after she’d already made you come. The sensitivity had subsided just as she pulled out of you.
You spread your legs as her hands ran over your inner thighs. “You look so fucking enticing all spread out for me.” Her accent rung in your ears, forcing a sensual breath from you. You wiggled your glistening pussy at her, urging her to do something.
And that’s exactly what she intended to do.
She guided one of you legs over her shoulder, placing on of hers over you hip. Her lips grazed the skin of the inside of your thigh, as she tried to find the perfect spot where your clits met. Your bottom lip fell between your teeth for the thousandth time tonight, anticipating the jolt of pleasure.
Caitlyn rolled her hips lightly, breathing heavily searching for the spot. Your anticipation and excitement increased, watching her naked body over yours. Your hands reaching up the roundness of her hips. And then, your clits touched, sending short lived clenches.
Both you and her moaned at the same time, echoing off of her high strung walls. “Please, fuck me, Cait..” You wantonly moaned, gripping at her hips.
The rolling of her hips found a steady rhythm, her breathing loud and airy. Her tits jumped with movement, causing your cunt to clench around nothing. The arm hooked around your leg got tighter, as she leaned forward to hover over you. “You f-feel so good.” Caitlyn purred next to your ear, her lips loosely against your cheek.
You clits brushed against each other, mixing your juices together for slip. The sounds coming from the enforcer reminded you of a group of angels. They were thin and feathered — blowing cool air against your ear. “Fuck, yes.” She moaned, rutting her hips faster against yours.
You mewled and moaned, short nails raking down her shoulder blades. Another hand gripping at her deep blue roots. Caitlyn had whined louder, sobbing in your ear from the build up nearing its release. Shutting your eyes tight, you felt the warmness of another orgasm beginning to wash over you. “Oh, Caitl- ah!” You choked as the refreshing wave of release washes over you.
Tears prickled your eyes as you cried out for the second time, pulling her hair roughly. Which only brought forth her own orgasm. She screamed, latching her mouth onto your shoulder to suppress the sounds. Her body convulsing atop of yours, trying to ride hers out.
“T-That was so good, Caitlyn... You were so good to me.” Your fingers raked through her hair, as she breathed against your damp skin. She dropped your leg, removing hers from being hook atop of yours.
The blue-haired laid between your legs, delivering lazy kisses leading up your neck. “I told you I’d make it up to you.” Her hand slid up your body, cradling your jaw to push your lips against hers. Caitlyn breathed into the kiss, inhaling you like her own personal brand of oxygen. “And you definitely did, love.”
You turned her on her side, wrapping your leg around her waist. Her lips moved desperately against yours, expelling a need that you couldn’t quite understand — at least coming from her. It was longing, like she never wanted to stop. But she did, pulling away to gaze into your eyes with dilated pupils.
“I bet you’re glad you decided to stay.”
“Good thing for that purse, huh?”
And you barely shed one glance at her door, just her.
#arcane imagines#caitlyn kiramman smut#caitlyn kiramman arcane#caitlyn kiramman x reader#arcane smut#caitlyn kiramman league of legends
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Welcome to my gay little writing blog!
More about the writer
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On this blog I will be sticking to character x reader headcanons! You may request or pitch a fic idea to me, but the likeness of me actually writing it is pretty slim. I am a full time student so I might not get your request right away. Please be patient!
Here are the fandoms I write for:
Arcane
Resident Evil: Village
Here are the characters I will write for:
Grayson (Arcane)
Sevika (Arcane)
Donna Beneviento (Re8)
Cassandra Kiramman (Arcane)
Ximena Talis (Arcane)
Alcina Dimitrescu (Re8)
I will write fluff, smut, angst, etc. I welcome character x character asks(especially rarepairs), aus, crossovers and poly relationships.
I will not write extreme gore, inc//st, r//pe, p//dophilia, v//mit, extreme k//nks or mlw relationships.
Requests are open!
#intro#grayson arcane#sevika#donna beneviento#dont want to clog up too many tags gsdhsaj#grayson x reader#sevika x reader
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Hi Moss! I know you have a lot on your plate rn, but I wonder if you'll write kinks + toys headcanons for the Arcane ladies too? 🥺
TO TOY WITH YOU. mdni +18
description. headcanon type of writing of the arcane ladies' kinks and favorite toys to use (toys are a reference to what they use most of the time)
pairings. cassandra kiramman, ambessa medarda, renata glasc, sevika, grayson, caitlyn kiramman + f! reader
minors dni. lowercase writing intended, nsfw content, mention of kinks, sex toys,
moss' notes. moss has already planned to write them anonie !!! thank you for requesting, it really boosts moss' confidence in writing more !!!
— 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍
( kinks )
cassandra loves being called mommy, it isn't just because she is a mother but because she feels she fits into the role of a caretaker perfectly. in her eyes, a mommy takes care of their baby, gives them everything they want, and when they have to punish them it is with the most care and not to be mean.
pet play is also one of the delicacies cassandra loves. you are her dumb little kitten who lays on her chest, kneads her breasts like bread dough, and gives her those little kitten licks up and through her pussy lips.
she wasn't going to be marking you up because you were her property but because she liked seeing her teeth marks on your delicate skin. cassandra also enjoyed watching you trying to hide the hickeys she left every time.
( toys )
cassandra has nice cat ears put away for you, the one little kids wear with their costumes but any color you want? yes, she has one of those and loves for you to put it on.
addition to the cat ears she has a collar for you with a little bell on it too. she loves tugging you by it, back and forth, left or right to get her point across. you don't have to worry about the marks left by the collar, the hickeys are more pronounced.
to add to her mommy kink, she has a belt, you know the belt that you keep your pants up with? one of that is just for tying your thighs shut and if not thrusting a vibrator inside you then have the vibrator stay only on your clit. you are so cute on all fours, struggling to keep your back straight while she is increasing the numbers without letting you get used to the one before.
— 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍
( kinks )
it's not easy for caitlyn to admit how much she likes roleplaying, but she really likes it. there was some sense in her that said not to bring home the work, or about, but it was sickeningly tempting for her to just play mean cop with either you being a criminal which usually turns into rough sex. the other end of the spectrum is that you play the role of a helpless suspect, usually, a married woman who is being interrogated which is when caitlyn takes mercy on you. make sure to call her 'officer' and not by her name, just to get on her good side and she'll give you what you ask for.
it might be her young age and that intimacy still has that effect on her to become a horny teenager and get aroused by only your moans or whispers. it's no matter if you are just whispering to her while someone else is talking and it's totally not related to sex, or hit your toe in the freaking corner of anything again, and moaning/groaning out in pain just does things to caitlyn. she does not necessarily act on them, but she is very tempted to every time.
no question, mirror sex. such a spacious room caitlyn has and how wonderful it is when she just places a few mirrors in it. she likes the reflective glass surfaces in the shower too so she often lets her horny teenager self take over and finger fuck you.
( toys )
handcuffs are a stable in caitlyn's repertoire and they are not from work, so they haven't touched any other just you and you only. she tries to not put them on too tight but it is just so good seeing you struggle. favorite position to cuff your hands is behind your back.
when caitlyn is really into her role of being the corrupted cop she might just pull out some of her dildos, not strap-ons, dildos to have you go a little crazy because they are big.
— 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀
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ambessa might keep her hands to herself in public but when the two of you are alone she is really handy, so much so that it turns into spanking. first it's just light caresses, get you in the mood then harsh groping, squeezing your breast, pinching your nipples. then everything goes from zero to one hundred, you are laying on your stomach on ambessa's lap, counting how many slaps you have received. if she is feeling extra mean she will tug on your breasts while spanking you like you were a cow, trying to milk you.
she is a sadist and she hardly tries to hide it. does moss have to explain further? they will a little- if the spanking didn't convince you that she loves inflicting physical pain and psychological too. she loves scaring you by leaving the door open while she is stroking your clit under your skirt, or that time when she convinced you that nobody is coming to that secret spot so, of course, you let her slip two or three fingers in your sopping core but just then a small group of people appears. she doesn't even give you the opportunity to get away, just continues to shove her fingers inside you while potentially exposing you to public humiliation.
having sex in a bath or shower is sort of a hobby for ambessa. she invites you in, with the promise of relaxing and a nice massage if you'd like then all you are is a moaning mess while the warm water hugs you and your tight walls hug her fingers.
( toys )
ambessa has nice riding rods and paddles to further indulge herself in spanking you. do not worry, when she uses her favorite toys on you she is sure to apply that nice, cooling cream onto your red bruises. she takes her time tho, admiring her handy work before relieving you of the stinging pain.
a sadist like ambessa has without a doubt a couple if not dozens of nipple clamps hidden in her home. it is so convenient to hide some under the fruits in the bowl and instruct the maids to not take them away because she is going to eat them when in reality she uses it as a disguise before ambushing you.
— 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐂
( kinks )
the baroness is excellent at bondage, so much so that she tried her hand at shibari and she had never looked back ever since. renata ties you up into a nice package, puts you anywhere near herself, and fingers you to her heart's content, which usually results in you passing out. don't worry, she doesn't tie those knots too tight, only if you ask to.
renata might not be a mother but she certainly enjoys being called mommy. light age play just furthers her sense of power, she loves having that control over you, deciding when you get to come and how.
talking about when to come, edging is also one of renata's go-to for any situation but she does give you a choice to beg for her, at least hold out for her for a few times before getting yourself that sweet sweet release you were promised.
( toys )
the finest silk ropes are in the possession of ms. glasc and no twisted, cheap rope will ever touch her baby's skin. of course, she has special ropes made for shibari only but still prefers using silk even if that is not that convenient.
it only makes sense that renata would use aphrodisiacs, and indulge in your drunken self, and as wrong, as it sounds it's as wonderful. you are aware when she slips it to you because when it's about to kick in she tells you she spiked your drink.
— 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀
( kinks )
sevika loves it when you pretend to give her a handjob when she has her strap-on buckled around her hips. let's not mention how excited she gets when you give her a blowjob, it really blows her mind.
breast worshipping fits with sevika so much. anytime, every time, whenever she can she is groping at your tits. kisses, bites, hickeys, and licks all over your thin skin to really twist your mind. your nipples are her favorite thing too- twist them and they perk up, suck, and nip at them and they became nice and puffy. her hands are so big but thank god she can still squeeze your tits just right, to have the fat ooze out between her fingers.
sevika loves having you as an audience, she is big on voyeurism. she has that one strap-on that is specially made so she too can enjoy herself while getting it tugged. so she often jacks off with that and makes you watch.
spitting into your mouth or on your wet cunny might be a mean thing or dirty, but sevika doesn't care at that point, she wants to see you swallow her saliva without question or whining.
( toys )
sevika has a number of strap-ons, each having their respective place in their cabinet. she collects them like trophies and takes care of them like trophies. there is a method to her madness also, she doesn't just pick the one closest, they all have their own place and time.
she doesn't have ropes but she does have that scarf that she ties you up with when she makes you watch her masturbate. it happened before, you just standing up and ruining her fun, never again.
— 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍
( kinks )
grayson loves being called sheriff, especially when you call her sheriff. she is proud of her title and demands to be called by it in the workplace no matter what, and you are no exception of. of course, grayson knows the line between when it's work and when it's home, making sure she doesn't get anything into her head or assume things but getting home and calling her sheriff then is bliss.
enforcer grayson has a lot of work even after returning home, but she is definitely not going to rid herself of the fun. she'll finish those reports for tomorrow's meeting while you are cock warming her. your needy whines won't affect her, sit nice and quiet, maybe she won't make you straighten your posture while rearranging your guts.
again, grayson is very busy but she sometimes feels mean or to be mean and the only way for you to get off is dry humping her perfect thighs. don't get her wrong, she likes fingering you and eating you out, but it's so much fun to watch you struggle.
all these overall sums up that grayson loves corrupting you, no other explanation will be needed.
( toys )
if grayson is feeling rather lazy or favors her hand after having too much paperwork to take care of- she pulls out bigger or smaller vibrators, depending on her mood really too.
grayson has a nice big strap-on that stretches you so well but not too much to hurt you. it's just so cute as you adjust your position every few seconds as you sit on her lap with the silicone dick inside of you.
sometimes grayson feels mean or her uniform just compressed her nerves so much the day she has to handcuff you to not to have you touching her. she isn't doing this because she hates it when your hands roam, but there are just days that she is really irritated by it.
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COLLEGE HAREM AU. feat viktor, cassandra, grayson
please be aware that every character is over the age of eighteen in this au and there will be sexual themes across the whole au- minors do not interact.
content warning. lowercase writing intended, sub ! afab ! reader, dom ! characters, fingering, mommy kink, dub-con, vaginal sex, vaginal penetration,
VIKTOR, president of the engineering club
viktor doesn't leave his dorm or his personal office inside the club room unless he is attending classes, otherwise, he is locked up in there from dawn to night. so imagine your surprise when he is the one looking for you during a lunch break, asking if you'd like to meet him in his office for some club president-privileged coffee. he apologizes that there is only one chair and proceeds to offer the place on his lap which you gladly accept but only if it doesn't hurt him. why wouldn't you accept it? viktor is nothing more than an emo nerd and you know what they say- there is something bigger in his pants than his chest sometimes. as soon as both of your undergarments along with your pants are tossed somewhere on the floor, when he is deep inside of you he reveals that he listens in on you and jinx when the two of you think no one can hear you. he can hear the two of you alright.
"i saw you and jinx the other day, as talented as she might be... i can't let her fuck you stupid."
CASSANDRA, head of the election committee and law professor
it would be a lie if you said you never looked at professor cassandra's way once or twice. among all the professors on the staff, she is the most elegant, most well-dressed person and no student can deny that they would try their way with her, including you. but of course, that was only until she invited you to her office numerous times and she made her advances on you. professor cassandra called you into her office, asking if her lectures are enjoyable and whether she is understandable or not. you give her your honest opinion and for your sincerity, she gave you a great reward of helping you out in many ways. first, it was paying for some of your school fees than buying you gifts she gave you in the privacy of her office then came the even more exciting part- her lingering touches, her leaning in for a kiss but retreating halfway. oh how she was afraid if she kisses you she would never be able to let you go so she only used her fingers on you, whisper all the dirty things she wish she could do with her mouth to you, but never let her lips to touch yours. it was straining her of logical thinking, but she had to restrain herself just a little while longer.
"don't you remember what mommy told you, y/n? no panties when you are visiting me."
GRAYSON, p.e. professor and supervisor of the campus patrol
although you do not have your physical education classes with professor grayson, she still manages to run into you every day on multiple occasions. pulls you aside and asks if professor marcus is treating your class right, and that he isn't making any inappropriate comments about any of your classmates. she invites you into her big office, and catches you staring at her trophies from her younger days when she was a professional athlete before joining the police, then deciding to teach. all while telling you that she backs you up to her desk, her hands settling on your waist before her fingers slip into the hem of your skirt/pants and you end up on the table. she never stops praising you, noting off every muscle and curve you have, murmuring it against your lips as her finger pads ran across your body before slipping into your panties. her head falls on your shoulder, small laughs leaving through her nose at every jolt and twitch of your body while her fingers work in and out of you, her lips leaving searing kisses on the skin across your neck and collarbone.
"rough exercises like this might leave marks... but that wouldn't be a problem, would it now, my dear y/n? hm?"
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THIS EVENT IS SO CUTE AHHHH may i request coconut 🥥 with cassandra please? 😊
CINNAMON GIRL. moss' 100 follower event
prompt. coconut 🥥 ;; " no, no, look at me darling "
pairings. cassandra kiramman + f! reader
mdni. lowercase writing intended, nsfw content, fingering, office sex, dub-con, crying, scratching, semi-public sex
moss’ notes. THANK YOU !!! moss worked hard to make it worth the readers’ while :), thank you for requesting too. sorry this took so long, moss is very accident prone haha
you were certain she was burning a hole into your chest, her caring eyes wandering between your face and breasts, but it didn’t matter when the door was open, and anyone could step inside at any moment. to think someone seeing you in such a compromising position with the councilor played a cruel game with your mind.
“no, no, look at me darling.” cassandra took your chin between her fingers, turning your head with a small smile on her face before leaning down to kiss the corner of your eye. her other hand was pinching the inner of your thigh, torturously slowly moving towards your dripping heat.
“please, councilor i don’t…” your voice faltered as her glowed hand came to toy with your clothed heat. your heart picked up another beat, so fast you already felt close to passing out by only her burning touch alone. you tried so hard to control your breathing to do not give lady kiramman a reason to continue, to let you go and tell you as she always does that you should meet her after office hours are at their very end.
“I love you.” she knew it was terrible of her to continue, to ease all the pent-up frustration out on you when you were this vulnerable. it was no secret, yet cassandra hate to admit that she enjoyed the power she had over you.
you nodded, her finger entering you quickly and moving in and out of you with the same pace as it came. “I… love y-you too!” you half screamed your answer, your hand coming up to grasp into her neck and your fingers digging into her delicate flesh. all this teasing through out the day, all this built up had you on the edge all day and she knew you were on edge, that you wished nothing but this to be over quickly, but she also knew you wouldn’t say no if she asked. “just one time, okay? no more, just one, then we gonna go home and do nothing, lay, read, eat, drink, yeah?”
you nodded once again, your head burying into the crook of her neck as she curls her fingers inside you. there were no words you could form with how tight the knot in your stomach was, knocking most of the air out of your lungs. you tried to fit a piece of fabric from her clothes into your mouth, having the little mind power to muffle the room shaking whine you were about to let out as your body was rocked by your orgasm.
cassandra smiled, her fingers slowing down on the assault of your walls. her head lay on top of yours, her other hand coming to caress the back of your head as she helped you down from your high. your body felt fuzzy, the tips of your fingers burned as your muscles weakened and your nails slowly retracted from the councilor’s skin.
“m sorry, ‘m sorry.” you cried into her shoulder when gingerly pulled out of you, hands hiding behind your back, guilty eyes gazing on the deep red claw marks on the side of her neck. you didn’t mean to, bruising her perfect skin knowing how she has to show up to those gatherings in perfect shape and a slip up like this… you hardly though you could get away with it.
“nothing to be sorry of, you did great, you were perfect.” her arms looped around your body, caressing your back before taking your hands in hers, her thumb rolling across your knuckles.
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ARCANE.
MULTIPLE CHARACTERS. eating the arcane milfs out | milfs. smut.
riding the arcane milfs' thigh | smut.
cuddling with the arcane milfs | cuddling with the arcane milfs. fluff.
our first together | first time together with the arcane milfs, jinx, vi, caitlyn, and mel. smut.
happy holidays! | christmas headcanons with the arcane milfs. fluff.
mommy or daddy? | arcane milfs' preference to be called mommy or daddy. suggestive.
to toy with you | arcane milfs' and caitlyn's favorite sex toys. smut.
a relationship with renata and sevika | poly headcanons with renata glasc and sevika. suggestive + fluff.
arcane milfs being jealous | headcanons of what kind of a jealous partner the arcane milfs are. suggestive.
their opinion the age gap | the milfs' opinion on the age gap. angst + fluff.
arcane milfs favorite way to kiss you | arcane milfs, jinx, and caitlyn's favorite way to kiss you. suggestive.
CAITLYN KIRAMMAN.
ONESHOTS. the sheriff's little helper | you knew finishing an assignment wasn’t going to get you a break, now you’re have to stay over time. smut.
DRABBLES. nothing yet
CASSANDRA KIRAMMAN.
ONESHOTS. the one that got away | the perfect love and life was just a stretch of an arm away from cassandra, but it seemed that she didn’t grasp it soon enough. angst.
winning a heart | having a fight is never easy, winning you back after it is even harder. hurt with comfort.
DRABBLES.
AMBESSA MEDARDA.
ONESHOTS.
DRABBLES.
MEL MEDARDA.
ONESHOTS.
DRABBLES.
SHERRIF GRAYSON.
ONESHOTS.
DRABBLES.
SEVIKA.
ONESHOTS. landlady's problem | you were late with your rent, your landlady wasn't kind enough to give you a few more days to pay, so you came up with a different kind of compensation or rather... she did. smut.
sinful disposition | it was always to make bets with sevika before a night out and tonight it was your treat of her touching herself, thank god your luck never runs out. smut.
sevika’s sweet housewife | a sweet little story of sevika's wife cooking her favorite meal. fluff.
DRABBLES. sevika's sweet treat | smut.
first love | angst.
rant about transfem! sevika | smut.
giving sevika a blowjob | smut.
JINX.
ONESHOTS.
DRABBLES.
SERIES.
nsfw college harem au overview
nsfw band harem au overview ( unfinished )
#arcane smut#arcane vi x reader smut#arcane grayson x reader#caitlyn kiramman x reader smut#cassandra kiramman x reader smut#sevika x reader smut#🪴 — moss’ navigation !
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✮ — MOMMY OR DADDY? ; sevika, renata glasc, cassandra, ambessa, grayson, vayne, samira
minors dni; afab reader. nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, suggestive themes, mommy and daddy kink,
moss' notes; you might not see eye to eye with my headcanons or characteristics that i defined as being more mommy or more daddy, but please enjoy this nonetheless!
first laying some grounds for the criteria of what i define or use as characteristics for deciding who is more mommy and who is more daddy. THIS FIC IS NOT ABOUT ROLE PLAY, IT'S ABOUT THE KINK !
— MOMMY
mommies are more nurturing, they utter kind words to cherish, care for and protect you, help or courage whatever your dreams or goals are. they are good at telling you how they feel, and although they might take some convincing to do so, they are open about their feelings so the two of you can work any problems or discomfort out quickly and as effectively as possible. they are protective like a mother figure, they don't just protect you from physical harm with their words but would rather lie for you than have you in any conflict. she often tries to take interest in your interest, maybe look after it, and suggests making time with her regarding that interest. they are so affectionate you might get sick of them, and they express their emotion overbearingly which might cause you to think they are being clingy and overshooting the point of validation.
— DADDY
daddies have a harder time expressing their emotions, either because they are closed off or are afraid they won't appear as strong in your eyes as they originally deemed you see them. they would rather see you in jail as a cause of teaching you a lesson than have you get away with murder. they are protective like a father figure, and they use physical force if they need to so to not see you harmed. they rather show their feelings through physical touch rather than uttering sweet words to you out loud. she often shows you her current hyper fixation, trying to rope you into the loop of it and convince you to make plans with her while she had already had you confined to a chair just doing that. they might seem distant because of their lack of showing their emotions and you might rule them ignorant, cold, and uncaring of how you are but that is not true! they care about you deeply, they just have a hard time verbalizing it.
— sevika ˖♡
sevika is a person who won’t hesitate to kill anyone for you and then ask for a reward, say that you should thank her in whatever way you see fit. she strings you along like a puppet to get you wherever she wants you, and persuade you to do things with her or for her. she won’t cross a line, that is something you can be certain about, but she will say some words that you might not all favor. she acts daddy, with all her aggressive words and moves, walking tall and proud, ready to give out some slaps to keep those around her in place. behind closed doors, she is less demanding and less of a “tough guy” but still not enough to give in to her gentle emotions and rant about how much she loves you. she is a person who picks a play time partner by how fun it will be, that she gets the most out of it but not with you, not anymore, she is ready to settle just doesn’t know how. call her daddy, she will like it! she will be even more proud of herself, hearing you call her such a thing gives her a newer perspective and opens up the vulnerable side of her knowing that you trust her like this.
“got ya a pretty present, princess! it’s your favorite, i went through real trouble to get it so you gotta thank it later, alright? come with me to that game i told ya about?”
— cassandra ˖♡
she is a true mommy, the fittest of them all, if not for being a mom already, then because she would have a feel for being it. she carries herself around with not only presitge but with the kind of gaze that you know she cares about those who are around her. the councilwoman will pay extra attention to whatever interests you and share some of her tips for saving money so you can do more of your hobby. she won’t be too explicit about her affection towards you out in public, but behind closed doors she utters the most beautiful of compliments, calls you her sweetest girl, that no wealth can compare to you. cassandra will need a little time to warm up to the idea of being a mommy in a sexual context and that it means that she takes care of you in a different kind of sense rather than the usual mom duties.
“my sweetest girl, surely there is non i can help you with right now? say to word and i am taking you home, you don’t really have to be around here if you don’t like. i take you home, we have lunch, play a little maybe, or just sit around, hm?”
— renata glasc ˖♡
renata is the perfect definition of a mommy, without a question. she has the means to support you financially, the power and influence to help you reach your wildest dreams. she loves spoiling you, be it your favorite food, snack, or something you have wanted and just mentioned to her that you planned to buy it. she likes checking in on you if not hourly, either she appears or one of her most trusted fellows, making sure you are well and content. this might sound possessive and it is, but she is just so terrified of something happening to you while she is not there, she would rather hear you complain than not hear you at all. she might be a little closed off, a tad bit embarrassed about how she has a liking for being called mommy but that shouldn’t stop you from calling her that, she will click into the rhythm very soon and will call herself mommy, playing along.
“have you had a good day? my day was like usual, work towering high but i got you something because i knew my darling would be very fond of it. go ahead… open up, don’t make me wait too long.”
— ambessa ˖♡
ambessa rather punch a hole through a wall, start another war, or begin her angered rant about some fool that tried to wife her before talking about her truest feelings. there are no such things as emotions in front of her people, she is a warlord, and she is supposed to be scary rather than scared. she is fearless, a true warrior, and a really hard nut to crack- ambessa is the perfect definition of a daddy. while she adores the title of being a daddy to you, but she would much appreciate it if you’d address her as mistress or warlord, but she is fit for a daddy whenever you feel like calling her one. she can be cruel sometimes, making you practice the sort of skills of survival that piltover no longer sees necessary, shedding blood and coerce you into taking a life, prove her if it comes to it you can protect yourself. ambessa can’t admit out loud that she is starved for being touched and so she sometimes can go overboard with physical attention, just give her a hug out of the blue and she will be thinking about it for the rest of her life.
“is there anything you don’t do for me, my girl?
— grayson ˖♡
grayson’s shell radiates the typical daddy vibes, a person who is afraid to commit to their feelings and would rather gift you something than tell you how much she loves you. but grayson isn’t really a daddy, she is a mommy without a doubt. she is very protective of you, and would risk her job even if you think that’s silly, she would lie instead of seeing you behind bars, and not without reason. she might not be the wealthiest person, being an enforcer isn’t the highest-paying job, but her connections can help you to climb some ladders if needed. grayson has never been a mom, the closest she got was maybe training caitlyn and when you call her mommy for the first time it’s just something she gets drunk off of and becomes a little addicted. she is overbearingly loving, can’t stop calling you sweet pet names and tell you how pretty you are, how she can’t get over the fact that she finally can settle down and not be afraid of taking a bigger step in her life alone.
“dearest of mine, i am sorry for being late, but this job… thankfully i am staying home, like it or not. what about if we go around the city, visit your favorite café for an afternoon sweet?”
— vayne ˖♡
shauna needed no introduction to the name calling, although she started out calling herself daddy which is very understandable. she is closed off, not at all willing to let anyone be emotionally close to her due to her fear of them being taken away once again. she does appear to be on the daddy side because of her need for vengeance, the way she fights, talks, and lives her everyday life but soon will grow into the more mommy side of her personality. shauna will always be a mommy, she just needs a little more time to really appreciate being called one. with the space left for her she will be more open, now you won’t need to use those clues you picked up along the way to understand how she is feeling because she will tell you herself how she feels.
“my moon, the night is still not clear of the demons but i will never let them take you, i would never ever let that happen. if it means that i have to give up hunting them, then be it, as long as i can keep you safe.”
— samira ˖♡
samira is the person who if caught in the right moment can be very open about her feelings and won’t shut you out or shut down as soon as she realizes she is getting weaker and weaker with each word she utters. her appearance, her strong frame, the clothes she wears, and the way she talks all scream mommy. being called mommy would be a new thing for her, she had never really thought about this kind of thing, but then not a lot stayed with her as long as you have. samira might be a fighter, a woman who brings both a gun and a sword to a fight, spreading herself thing but don’t forget about her just because she looks so put together, mommies can hide their emotions well.
“habib albi, my sword is not a pretty toy to play with, at least not like this! you are gonna cut yourself, can’t have you bleeding my pretty girl. gotta keep you safe, okay?”
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𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐔 !
"how can anyone manage these... groups." when you finally score a job at Connected Cities Records, you found out that you will be the manager of their most famous groups. you have your work cut out for you with so many personalities, possibilities, and hearts to satisfy. will you survive the heat of the cameras and the tight backstage corridors, or do you have to pull the short rope and end your carrier sooner than expected?
note. please be aware that every character is over the age of eighteen in this au and there will be sexual themes across the whole au- minors do not interact.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 !
casting couch — ambessa medarda
THE LAST DROP DEBUT. — jinx, sevika, finn
PILTOVER’S FINEST DUO. — caitlyn, vi
THE PRODUCTION TEAM. — renata glasc, mel medarda, grayson, cassandra kiramman
VIP special — caitlyn + jinx threesome
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 !
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗣 / jinx, sevika, finn
𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗧𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗧 / caitlyn, vi
𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 / ekko, viktor, jayce
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 !
𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 / renata glasc
𝗖𝗘𝗢 / mel medarda
𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗘𝗢 / ambessa medarda
𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥 / grayson
𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥 / cassandra kiramman
#moss' navi#arcane x reader#arcane x reader smut#ambessa medrada x reader#jinx x reader#sevika x reader#arcane finn x reader#renata glasc x reader#ekko x reader#arcane viktro x reader#arcane jayce x reader#mel medarda x reader#caitlyn kiramman x reader#arcane vi x reader#cassandra kiramman x reader#enforcer grayson x reader#arcane grayson x reader
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