#jayce arcane x you
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No more keeping score
Jayce Talis x Fem!Reader || NSFW || Word Count: 5.3k
Synopsis: Jayce lost in the Undercity (gone wrong) (gone sexual) AKA Jayce stumbles into a brothel.
Warnings: General NSFW content, mentions of prostitution and brothels, mutual masturbation, some dirty talk, a brief blowjob, multiple orgasms, reader riding Jayce, catching feelings, sad ending.
The room is a fiery form of frigid tonight, and, as usual, your clothes are doing nothing to shield you.
You’d told Maris over and over to get the roofing fixed, because what started as drafty was now dangerous - cold enough to kill, in the right conditions.
Bad for business if someone died, you’d said. Better to fix it now.
She’d brushed you off, of course, waving withered fingers at you, red polish chipping off at the edges.
“The rooms are warm. If you want heat, get a client.”
If only it were that easy. Besides, the rooms were barely warmer than the main room, and the approaching winter was making that fact more and more noticeable.
Not that it mattered to Maris. No amount of nagging, begging, or pleading had swayed her. She’d simply told you to get to work, or else, and not to bother her again.
When weeks passed and snow had started falling in through the various holes in the ceiling, she’d finally taken to fixing the roof herself - her skeletal form swaying on a rickety ladder as various curses rained down on the brothel.
You’d been so sure she’d fall at the time - so hopeful. Unfortunately, the old hag seemed to have superhuman levels of balance. Three hours later, she’d emerged alive and angry as a cat in a bath; red lips uncharacteristically smeared, hair the uninviting shade of rotten hay plastered to her forehead.
Now? The snow is gone, but the chill remains. Maris won’t be swayed to have someone else fix the roof. And of course, no one has looked at you all night.
Not that you can blame any of them - after all, who wants a teeth-chattering whore?
The other workers, curse them, seem to have built superhuman cold protection. They don’t shiver. They don’t complain. They flutter their eyelashes when people walk past, a casual smugness fixing to their lips when chosen. Well, screw ‘em. You’re not in the mood for sex anyhow.
Or at least, you aren’t until you see him walk in.
Tall. Good-looking - the kind of guy you’d expect to see on posters around the city. You don’t recognize his face, though. You’re sure of that because this face is one you’d remember. As the man looks around, you take some time getting acquainted with the features.
Honeyed green eyes, shining bright even in the sick yellow lighting of the room. Shimmering snowflakes caught in his hair - soft, black hair with a sharp widow’s peak, buzzed down near the neck. Clean-shaven, but a five o’clock shadow is present on his jaw.
Then there’s a scar on his right brow. An endearing gap between his teeth, visible when he nervously grins at one of the other customers. Strong, polite posture.
You want him so much that you can barely think. You don’t feel the cold anymore and you don’t even know his name.
Whoever he is, he’s lost. Judging by his expression, he hadn’t known what this building was, either. His eyes widen at a couple in the corner before his gaze turns to his shoes, then helplessly, pleadingly lifts to a few of the other workers.
Written in his expression is a clear, single word.
Help.
By Janna’s grace, no one notices him. No one but you.
You’re at his side before anyone else can see him, heart pounding in your chest. Cold be damned, if he’s going to end up in any bed, you’re determined that it’ll be yours. Besides, he looks like he could warm you up.
It takes you a moment to decide how to appeal to him. Mysterious? Sensual? Touchy? And when you run your fingers up his arm and he flushes, you find your answer.
To your utmost delight, he’s practically radiating heat. Your personal furnace for the night, if he’ll have you. Time to turn on the charm.
“You look lost,” you hum pityingly, gently squeezing at his bicep. “Need some help?”
His eyes dart to you for a moment, then away as he rubs his neck with his free hand.
“Hi,” he says meekly. “Uh… y-yeah, help would be great.”
You flash him a smile.
“What can I do for you?”
He hesitates for a moment, lips parted, then shakes his head.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t know this was - I was just…. I was looking for the bridge. Back to Piltover? Somehow I got mixed up, and it got dark and - and I went to the first place I saw open.”
“Piltover?” Surprise hits you strong enough to crack the sweetness of your tone. “You want to go back to Piltover? At this hour, in this temperature?”
Seeing his expression, you quickly catch yourself - moving your hand to his back and flashing an apologetic smile.
“I… I hate to say this,” you continue, a little gentler, “but you’ll arrive frozen or in pieces. Maybe both.”
He slumps for just a moment, burying his face in his hand.
“Look,” he says, his voice breaking a little. “I just… I just want to get out of here. I know I should’ve been more careful. I know that. But I don’t have anywhere else to go, and it’s late. Fuck, I just… need to get home.”
If you’re being honest with yourself, you’re actually pleased to hear that.
Most Pilties are too stubborn to realize they’re not untouchable; that the Undercity could hurt them just as much as it might hurt anyone else.
Too caught up in their own lives to ever hold themselves comparable with the muck of Zaun, yet amply willing to use it in the moments where it benefits them. Too full of themselves to know what might happen to them until it’s too late.
Those same people would have marched out into the night regardless of what you’d told them. People that would soon end up dead.
This one is smart. Maybe not street smart, but not stupid enough to think he’s blessing people with his presence. And you like that.
You study him a moment longer, noting the trembling in his hand. Then you drop your arm and the rest of your act.
“Okay,” you say gently, giving him some space. “I get it, you just want to go home.”
Your words seem to relax him, but you can tell he’s still a little wary.
“So… are you going to help me?” he asks.
Giving a shake of your head, you gesture towards the window. Toward the blistering winds and the swirling snow.
“I wasn’t kidding about arriving in pieces,” you tell him. “The Undercity is a dangerous place, and it’s much worse at night - especially in this weather. If the frost doesn’t get you, something else will.”
When he closes his eyes, giving a deep sigh, you cautiously lay a hand on his arm again - a reassuring movement, this time.
“I’d love to help you,” you say, “and I will, tomorrow morning - but you should at least stay here for the night. Use one of the rooms. No charge.”
He quirks an eyebrow.
“No charge?” With a shake of his head, he pulls away from your touch. “I may be from Piltover, but even I know there’s always a cost,” he says, wary. “What’s the catch?”
You give a light shrug, trying once again to ignore how cold it is.
“Well… it would be my room. Is that alright?”
He immediately flushes down to his collar, hesitating for a moment before he’s able to put his words together.
“Uh, I don’t - I,” he stammers. “You’re - you’re really pretty, and - it’s not that I don’t want to - it’s just, I don’t think I’m what you want. I’ve never -”
He quickly cuts himself off, somehow blushing even more, then clears his throat.
“Is it really that bad out there?” he asks.
Your expression solemns.
“Tell me your name,” you request.
“What?”
“Your name. What is it?”
He stalls, but apparently can’t find a good enough reason not to tell you.
“Jayce,” he says. “Jayce Talis.”
Finally. A name to put to the handsome face.
“Listen, Jayce,” you say, “I get it. It sucks to stay for the night in a place you don’t know. But so many people from this city haven’t come back on nights like this. Much less a visitor.”
With a sigh, you shake your head, hands fiddling with the soft fabric of your clothes before shutting into loose fists.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you want an empty room, it’s yours. Or you could stay with me. I’d make it worth your time. I promise.”
“I already told you,” he says, softer this time. “I’m - I’m not what you want.”
“What makes you think that?”
When he doesn’t answer, you try again.
“Do you want it?”
“I - yes, but -”
“Well then. Do you think I don’t know how to read people in this job, Jayce?” you ask, folding your arms over your chest. “Or that I don’t know what I’m getting myself into? I’ve had you pinned from the moment you walked in, pretty boy. Shall I take a guess? You’ve never been with anyone. You want something… intimate. Something gentle.”
You pause for a moment, taking a step closer, leaving him room to step away if he wants.
He doesn’t. His pupils are blown wide, his hands are clenched, and his breathing is strained. Seeing him like this makes you want to do unspeakable things, but you keep your cool if only at the risk of scaring him off.
“I know a part of you wants to go into that room with me,” you continue. I know you’re having a hard time keeping your eyes off me. Convinced I know what I want now?”
Jayce shuts down for a moment, stuttering and laughing a little and taking in a breath, all while avoiding your gaze.
Ever so gently, you take his hand, trailing your fingers up his palm before you lean up on your tiptoes to his ear.
“Let me take care of you, Jayce,” you whisper. “I’ll make it good for you.”
When you cradle his cheek, he leans into your touch - a fact that only makes you want him more. He’s so damn desperate, and at this point, you’re nearly there with him.
“Okay,” he breathes. “Okay.”
You lace your hand into his, and he follows.
Into the empty room, where he can stay if he wants to - a room he barely looks at. Into the building behind the brothel where you live, immediately shivering in the ten seconds of chill. And then, into your bedroom. His grip tightens when his eyes focus on the bed.
“You still want to do this?” you confirm, turning to face him. He’s close here, breath warm on your cheek, scented of wood and vanilla and a musky, sweet spice that lingers underneath.
Then your hand rests gently against his chest. Underneath it sits Jayce’s heart, fluttering like a bird under your touch. Eyes dilated wide, almost black.
“Yes,” he breathes. “I want it.”
Intimate, you’d said. With real intimacy, your experience is rare, but you know enough to start. You know that with intimacy comes vulnerability, but also familiarity. A familiarity you have yet to achieve with him - not yet, at least.
“Can I touch you?” you ask. “Get some of these clothes off you?”
When he nods, you spend some time like that, slowly unbuttoning his vest, trailing fingers up his clavicle, pulling him down to the bed with his now undone tie.
Growing familiar with him in the way you know how.
It’s clear he similarly wants to touch you, but all he does is shift - hands uncertain, hovering like he doesn’t know where to put them. You remedy that by bringing them around your waist, noting how his eyes widen as you lean in.
Your breath warm against his cheek, Jayce’s breath hitches, his gaze going half-lidded as you straddle his thigh.
“What do you want?” you murmur.
“Kiss me,” he requests, sliding his hands up to your waist, settling at your ribs.
His lips are soft against yours when you close the distance, warm and gentle. It’s a sweet, over-eager kiss that soon deepens, his hands moving up to cradle both sides of your jaw before they trail down, unsure, and land on your hips again. Those hands, huge and warm, apply the lightest pressure when the kiss opens up, and it piques your curiosity.
When your hand fixes into his hair and lightly tugs, he lets out a soft groan into your mouth and fully squeezes - a motion and sound that have you reeling yourself in before you go too far.
If you had more time with him - more guarantees than just tonight, you’d stay there for hours, milking sounds out of him. Learning what drives him crazy; what makes him desperate. But you don’t have that time. You only have suspicions, and you confirm one of them by biting on his ear.
It’s only a soft nibble at the lobe, but with the way he shivers, you’d think you were doing something much more involved.
“I want to learn what you like, Jayce,” you hum, pressing soft kisses down his neck. When you pull away, he’s flushed down to the collar, half-hard in his trousers already.
“What I like?” he asks breathlessly.
“What you think about when you touch yourself,” you clarify. “What you picture. Do you think of someone? Something in particular?”
He laughs a little, nervously, shifting under you. The friction of his thigh moving beneath where you’re sitting, well… does things to you. You nearly lose yourself for a moment, tempted to grind against him. Your resolve holds, but it’s significantly weakened.
“I… yeah,” he says, gripping your hips tighter again. “I mean - I’m with someone. Um. But not anyone specific, just… someone. They never have a face.”
“Yeah?” you ask.
Your voice is winded. Hopefully, Jayce won’t notice - especially if you’re distracting him. Shaky fingers find his shirt, and your lips return to his jaw
“And when you picture them, what are they doing?” you press.
You’ve started to pull his shirt off, rubbing your thumb against the soft skin of his inner elbow. His whole body twitches, then he swallows hard.
“They’re, ah - k-kissing me,” he answers, sounding similarly short-winded.
It’s not typical for you to get affected by other people being turned on. After all these years, you shouldn’t be this wet over Jayce’s reactions to your movements, the way he shivers under your touch, or the way he stutters. This is nowhere near typical, and you’re very, very affected.
After all, this is your room, your space - not a part of your profession, but a part of you. Jayce is reacting to your words, not the distant, memorized lines Maris had fed you to spiel time and time again. He’s in your bed. This is real.
With realness, comes the heat you’d almost forgotten about. It sits in your pelvis, spreads through your core. Makes the slowness agonizing, but all the more appealing.
“Kissing you where?” you manage.
Jayce huffs, squirming a little, but not against your touch. Almost into it.
“My… lips. My neck.”
“And? What else do they do?”
The soft red flush against Jayce’s cheeks suits him. It draws out the golden hue in his eyes, making them shine a little brighter. You wonder what other hidden expressions compliment him. You’d very much like to find out.
He takes in a sigh, words soft and tentative as he speaks.
“I think about, uh - the person I’m with. They’re… going down on me. Touching me. Or… I’m inside them.”
He flushes deeper, his gaze darting toward your nightstand.
“Do they say anything to you when that’s happening?”
The laugh Jayce lets out is nervous - breathy and light.
“They. They tell me I’m… fuck.” He tilts his head back onto the headboard, shutting his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know. All kinds of things. What would you say?”
Oh. A misdirection to avoid answering, but you’re happy to take that route.
“Depends on the situation.”
You slide a little closer, nosing against his skin.
“If I was sucking you off?” you drawl, walking your fingers up his chest. “I’d probably tell you that you’re really fucking big in my mouth.”
Judging by the growing bulge in his pants, it doesn’t seem like that would be a lie. Jayce swallows hard, eyes still shut tight.
“Then… I’d tell you to finish in my mouth. That I want to taste you.”
“Fuck,” Jayce whispers.
“Do you want that?” you murmur. “My mouth on you?”
Jayce finally opens his eyes, lips parted.
“I, uh. Yes. And no?” he says, his gaze trailing over your mouth. “I want - I want to know what you like, first. What things you think about.”
“Well,” you say, settling down further onto his thigh. “If I were touching myself tonight, I’d think about you.”
He raises his brows.
“Yeah.”
Your voice is a murmur against his ear, your hands gentle up his shoulders.
“You,” you continue, your voice a smooth purr. “What you’d look like, getting yourself off. The noises you might make. If you’d wish your hand was mine.”
He makes a quiet, strangled sound.
“Would you?” you ask. “Would you wish it was me?”
“Yes,” he chokes out. “I’d - I’d wish it was you.”
“Show me, then,” you request, tucking a strand of hair away from his forehead. “What that’d look like. I want to know how you look when you want me.”
Jayce gapes at you. Then, slowly, he recovers, eventually flashing a grin. That damned gap in his teeth. It shoots warmth into you.
“You could take a look at that any time,” he jokes, his hands falling to his trousers, tugging at the buttons. “I sure as hell want you right now.”
That almost breaks you. The sight of him hard in his underwear distracts you just enough.
“Can - can I take off your shirt, first?” he asks. “I want to see you. It’d be added material for me… wanting you.”
“Go ahead.”
You almost tell him to rip it off, but his hands are still shaking, and that might be a bit too far. The strings of your shirt are pulled away first, and then your shirt comes up over your head. No bra, of course. You wouldn’t need one.
It takes Jayce off guard, though.
“Fuck,” he says. One of his hands slides up your ribs, flush with the bare skin. “You’re beautiful.”
“Enough material for you?”
With a tilt of your head, you mirror his movements. A hand up his chest. Settling at the ribs.
“Yeah,” he huffs. “More than enough.”
You have to move from his leg for him to get his pants off, which you have to admit you’re grateful for. You may pull a tough act, but Jayce is damn good at breaking it. If you’d stayed there long enough, you don’t doubt that he’d have physical evidence of that fact sooner or later.
When he’s stripped down to his boxers, you simply sit next to him, eager as he slowly removes those, too. And you’d been right. He’s big.
His cock, maroon-flushed at the tip, is already dripping for you - a thick pearl of precum at the top. You’re tempted to swipe it away, but your hands only rest at his knee, applying a little pressure as Jayce thumbs over it then begins stroking himself almost entirely dry.
“Oh,” you say, turning toward your dresser. “Here.”
He takes the bottle of lube from you a little too eagerly - spreading it on his fingers and letting out a soft sigh when he touches himself again.
Hesitant. Slow. Shivering when he strokes the right spot. Checking every few seconds to see if you’re watching. You are. Embarrassment and anxiety are slowly replaced by something else - something hungry behind his eyes as he holds your gaze.
Something you want to see more of.
He shudders when you start rubbing circles up his thigh. Bites his lip when you grab one of your tits, stroking a circle around a nipple until it hardens.
That seems to give him a little more confidence. Or it makes him so horny that he doesn’t care anymore. Either way, his grip tightens on himself and he lets out a sharp, quick moan that has you leaning toward him to nip at his ear.
“F-fuck,” he breathes. Then he groans again, hips canting upward, toward his hand. “I wish it were your mouth.”
If self-restraint is a cliff, you’re teetering over the edge. One foot is placed at the ready. Waiting to jump.
But instead of moving to him, you move to yourself - shoving off your final layer of clothes as fast as you can. And Jayce - seemingly past the point of shame - watches the entire time.
When your hand moves between your legs, he shivers. Then he shuts his eyes - almost as if he’s overwhelmed. His diaphragm heaves and his pace quickens and, with his other hand, he grips the sheets.
It’s only a moment later that he opens his eyes to see if you’re still touching yourself. You are, of course - your pace is getting you closer by the second.
“Holy fuck,” he says.
It’s broken, soft, almost in disbelief. It’s like he’s debating himself on whether to keep going or to stop and touch you. Really, you’d take either of those options.
“I - I wish it were you,” he repeats, gritting the words out from between clenched teeth. “Fuck. Wanna - wanna be inside you.”
Another step toward your metaphorical cliff, and frankly, toward your climax. You let out a soft, wanting moan and grip his thigh with your free hand, squeezing at the warm, glistening skin.
“Close,” he manages, “I’m close.”
That does it. Fuck the cliff. You’re grasping at his hand and pulling him away from himself, watching as he shudders and pants, brows pinched together.
“Still want my mouth on you?” you question. “I still want to know how you’d taste.”
“Yes, fuck, please.”
Salty is your answer. Not exactly uncommon, but there’s a subtle sweetness to it that has you wanting more. And those noises he’s making? Practically addictive. You can’t stop wanting to draw more of them out of him.
He’s leaking when you run your tongue up a vein, whimpering as you suck against his tip, groaning when you run your tongue over his frenulum. He cants his hips just slightly up - once, twice, and then his hand is in your hair and he’s cumming in your mouth.
He lets out a single, “Oh, fuck,” and then he’s shaking and groaning.
In response, you let out a small moan, letting him spill onto your tongue - salty and sweet and thick - until he’s finished.
When he’s finally done, he lets out a soft laugh, grinning down at you.
“Wow,” he says. “That was. Wow.”
And he leans back, head resting against the headboard again.
You make yourself busy by moving your mouth to his balls, not wanting to stop just yet. You’re still throbbing, and that heat has not quite faded enough to sit still. He twitches at your movement, whining as you tongue over the soft sensitive skin.
You’re mostly waiting for him to get soft, but he doesn’t. He stays hard and warm and, after a moment, he starts leaking again.
“Jayce?” you ask, using your fingers to replace what your mouth has just been doing. “Can you cum again?”
“Yeah,” Jayce replies. “I can uh, usually go for two. Maybe more.”
Holy fuck.
Kissing up the softness of his stomach, you trail your lips up his sternum then move up his neck, over his jaw, and to his mouth.
Jayce immediately fists a hand in your hair, eager, tongue molding against yours.
When you pull away, you start stroking him again - gentle, barely-there movements that have him shivering.
“Can I ride you?” you ask.
“Please,” he says immediately.
You’ve never reached for a condom faster. It takes you no time at all to grab one from your bedside, open it, and slide it onto him.
Propping your hands on his shoulders, you straddle him, reaching down with one hand to secure him underneath you. He lets out a soft whimper but says nothing else. Then you’re sinking down on his cock, so wet that you’re surprised he’s not mentioned it. Maybe he’s preoccupied with his moaning. After all, you’ve started grinding down on him.
To give Jayce credit, he’s a fast learner. He places a hand on your thigh and moves his hips with you, stretching you open as he hisses out various curses with the movement. And once you’ve found that rhythm, it’s good, it’s really fucking good - it’s just that something is missing, and it’s nudging at you like a bad itch. Your mind won’t shut down enough to ignore it.
Especially as his hand snakes further up your thigh and grips, digging into your ass. When you intentionally slow down, he follows. Seems to study you. Then his other hand, which had been set on your waist, albeit hesitantly, moves exactly where you want it to.
“Here?” he asks.
His thumb is pressed soft to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around the sensitive skin. He’s still inside you, stretching you, thick, fucking perfect and sweet and maybe the most handsome man you’ve ever met, and if Maris could see you, she’d probably fire you, because all you can do in response is moan.
“Yeah?” Jayce encourages. “You like that, baby?”
And, as much as you may detest that pet name, it’s surprisingly endearing coming from him. Maybe because it’s genuine. Maybe because he’s rubbing your clit and rolling his hips up into you, and -
Fuck.
“I’m close,” you murmur. “R-Really fucking close, Jayce.”
“Me too,” he pants.
Then he kisses you. It’s a light peck placed almost sloppily to your lips, but you don’t think twice before pulling him in for another one, rolling up and down on him as heat spreads through you like a wildfire, roaring up to consume you until the only thing you can think of is his name.
“Jayce,” you breathe, the word muted against his lips.
Then you lose all ability to speak.
Pleasure hits you in white-hot, ambrosial flashes that only break for brief moments. You know that Jayce cums with you, gripping your hips so tight that you hope it’ll bruise. You know that you’re being loud enough that everyone tomorrow will talk. You know that you really don’t fucking care about anything else in this building but the two of you, right here, right now.
And you know that, after it’s done, you sigh and rest your head against his chest, heart beating like a drum. He wraps his arms around you like a cocoon, sighing contently and tucking his chin over the top of your head.
Eventually, he softens inside you. His breathing evens out, and yours does too. You don’t want to move. You don’t want to think. Because, despite all the times you’ve been warned, you’ve just broken the cardinal rule of your profession: don’t catch feelings.
You’d like to pretend you don’t care about him, but that’s deluding yourself. You do. You want him to get home safe tomorrow. You want to see that grin again. You want him to call you more stupid pet names and continue to actually care about you, not just use you like everyone else.
Essentially, you’re fucked: both physically and metaphorically. You almost protest when he shifts, pulling himself out of you and settling beside your bed. Telling him not to almost seems worse, though. Then you muster the effort to clean the two of you up and change your sheets.
As you lay down, Jayce looks at you like he doesn’t know where to go, hesitant as he sits next to you.
“Come here,” you instruct. “Hold me.”
And he does. He settles on the bed, lays behind you, and tucks the two of you into the blanket. His arms wrap around you again, keeping you warm as he closes his eyes. Apparently, sex is also somnific for him, because he knocks out immediately. He snores a little, but it’s soft enough that it doesn’t even bother you.
He’s not even gone yet, and you’re already missing him.
By the time you fall asleep, the sun is peeking through the curtains. The light seems much greyer than usual. It must be dark clouds and sludge out there and it’s only making you dread leaving even more. If only you had a little more time.
Once you’ve shut your eyes, it seems only seconds later that Jayce wakes, drawing you from your nap immediately. He presses a soft kiss to your neck, smooths your hair from your face, then gets up to dress.
You watch him pull on his clothes - wrinkled trousers and half-hazard buttoning. Wild hair that he attempts to smooth on his head. It makes your chest ache. You try to memorize every part of him for safekeeping, but your brain can only remember so much.
If you only had a little more time.
Not that you could ever fully have him, but you’d be happy with just one more day. One more day you won’t get. If only you could keep your mind off dangerous what if’s. They’re always a bad idea, but similarly so enticing.
Eventually, you can’t delay leaving any longer. Both of you know it’s time to go.
The two of you walk to the bridge in silence, though you can tell Jayce wants to speak. He keeps opening his mouth to say something, then closes it, shaking his fist at himself - a small movement that he doesn’t think you’ll see.
And what can you do? Ask him to come to visit you in the brothel? Ask him to put himself in danger to see you? Suggest writing letters? They all feel incredibly flat in your mind. Empty. Who knows how far the Undercity is from his home. Who knows what his friends and family would think of you. Nothing good.
But when you get to the bridge, Jayce pulls you in for a kiss, holding your hand in his. Then he presses his forehead to yours.
“I guess I’ll see you around,” you tell him. Underneath that are a thousand other things you wish you could say, but you can’t. It’d only hurt you more.
“Right,” Jayce says, because both of you know that’s a leap. He’d only made it into the brothel by accident, and you can’t exactly stop working.
“Thank you,” he eventually adds, squeezing your hand before stepping away and letting go. “Uh, for your help. Showing me here and… for last night. I’m glad it was with you.”
“You’re welcome,” you murmur, drawing your hands up to cradle your arms at the loss of his warmth.
He gives you a nod, swallows hard, and exits down the bridge.
Tall silhouette, strong posture. It fades away into the distance faster than you’d expect. In its absence, it leaves an emptiness like nothing you’ve ever experienced. One that seems to suck all the color out of the world.
For a brief, foolish moment in time, you stand there wondering if he’ll turn back. Maybe he’ll come back, and everything will seem right.
Ten minutes you stay like that, arms drawn around yourself. He never comes back, though. Of course he doesn’t.
The next time you see Jayce is three years later. His face is on a poster, washed out from the rain, but still recognizable.
Man of Progress, it reads.
You have to wonder if he even remembers you.
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Testing One’s Love Luck to Win You Over
I... uh, this was supposed to be shorter 😅, but I didn’t know how much I missed to write for the one and only Golden Boy sooo yeah
[I promise to write more about you, Jayce, *mwah* <333]
Jayce x fem!Reader-----3.1K-------SFW
Synopsis: With adulthood came different responsibilities. For Jayce, it was enrolling at the Academy and becoming a revolutionary inventor; for you, it was securing your family’s position inside the high-end of Piltover’s more influential and powerful clans.
However, Jayce isn’t willing to lose you without playing all his cards.
Tags: Childhood Sweethearts| Arranged Marriage (derogatory)| Light Angst (at the beginning), mostly Fluff (the rest)| Love Confession| Eloping| Happy Ending|
Jayce had always lived two houses away from you ever since you had a memory, so when he moved to the Academic District to one of the Kiramman's ateliers, you felt a strange hole being carved in your chest as you stood on your porch, watching the carriage marked with the keys from the Kiramman family crest riding up the hill.
He promised to visit, and he did. Jayce even invited you to his new atelier, showing you his current projects, and the magnificent view he had of the whole city from his balcony.
You tried to enter the Academy—following the example of the most intelligent person you'd ever met—but of course, you couldn't get in. Your whole life had been drafted for you before you could have a rebuttal in the matter.
Just like your older sister, you've been raised to conquer the spotlight in the soirées held by clans more powerful than your own, charming any potential suitor that could raise your family influence after a marriage deal.
While Jayce spent hours researching engineering and physics in the Academy’s library, you learned different techniques of dance, how to play the piano and to walk while keeping your chin up, without looking at the ground.
Even if you thought you were drifting apart, every time Jayce knocked at your door to invite you to a walk around the fanciest district in Piltover, conversation flew naturally, as if the time had retreated, and you were still the kids that played with marbles on the soft grass in the front yard of his home. You still laughed at Jayce's silly jokes, and he still found your laugh contagious enough to end up both cackling until your bellies hurt.
In those moments, you tried to deny it, but the reality was that no matter how hard you wished, your heart wouldn't stop beating as if it wanted to escape your ribcage.
Good thing that Jayce would only see you once in a while because otherwise, he would pick your lie about how your forehead always felt like it was on fire when he patted your head because you were sick.
You felt guilty when he showed up with ointment his mom recommended to you when having a cold.
But soon enough time run thin, and he graduated and started to spend more time enclosed in the atelier. Jayce wouldn't let you come in when you showed up unannounced, preferring to eat the food you had prepared outside.
Some weeks after it, your parent broke the long-expectedly, but no less frightening, of your engagement.
By that time, you had already identified the pressing sensation residing on your chest—the same you felt when you said goodbye to Jayce every time, but not quite as overwhelming as this time. The pressure, the hollow, was just as when he left for the Academy years ago.
You nodded at your mother, smiling softly as you asked when you were about to meet your future husband. Even if the most visceral part of you wanted to scream until your jaw hurt from opening your mouth too widely, to run away up the hill and slam your fists in Jayce’s atelier.
But what he could do? Not even you were allowed to command the ways your life should develop. Jayce couldn’t help you. Nobody could.
It was funny how time seemed to pass by quicker when your family gave you a date for the wedding; contrary to when Jayce could only come back for the holidays. You were looking at his house, lonely and sad now that his mother spent her time with friends, without her son around.
Each night occurred, and the wedding got closer and closer. Insomnia lets you wander through all your thoughts—even those that you shouldn't suppose to have. If only you were born into another family, would you be happier? Would you don't mind being surrounded by luxuries in exchange for freedom? For love?
You smiled, a sour expression that curled your top lip in disgust. There was pointless to wish for things you couldn’t have.
And yet, Jayce’s image conjured in your mind as you tried to push it away, tucked in the pressure-based door at the back of your mind.
You wished you at least could have him.
*~*~*~*
The smell of the variety of flowers filling the bride's room made you want to throw up. Sunlight flooded the white room, and you felt as if you were blurring with it, becoming a piece of decoration for your almost new husband.
If you weren't on the third floor, you'd probably jump out the window.
Someone knocked at the door, and when you said, tired: “Come in.” You saw another gigantic bouquet, this one decorated with both white jasmines and red carnations. Upon seeing them, you frowned, gesturing with one hand toward the back of the room. “Let them when you can.”
The person closed the door behind him.
“Were you going to tell me you’re getting married?” His voice made you jump, and you saw his serious face from your mirror, accompanied by your widened eyes, mouth agape.
Turning so quickly you almost fell off the stool, you said, in a voice full of so many feelings you got surprised by how all of them bleed out with just one word. "Jayce?” From longing to terror, shame, and confusion. But above all, a sadness so deep your eyes started to itch with trapped tears. “What are you doing here?”
That made him pace angrily around the little space of the room that wasn’t covered with your puffy dress, gifts still unopen, and flower bouquets. His right hand pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I… I don’t know.” He sighed, collapsing over one corner of the bed. “I don’t know what to do.” He hid his face between his palms as you pinched your eyebrows with both confusion and worry.
“Jayce?” You stood up, your hand hovering over his slumped shoulders, afraid that if you touched him, you would crumble. So you only curled your fingers away, nails scrapping the palm of your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
You had wished for him to look at you all dressed in a wedding gown for him, so he could get all happy and excited while seeing you walking inside the courtroom.
He shook his head. “It’s my fault. I left and in the end, I couldn’t—" he sighed, and he sounded just as tired as your feet. "I wasn't quick enough… I couldn’t become…” Jayce looked at you, between his messy dark hair and deeply saddened eyes. For all those times you thought you’d be capable of drowning in them was just an exaggeration, today he proved you wrong. “Please don’t get married.”
You blinked, a quick sequence of blurring images of Jayce’s gaze locked in yours as your eyes got blurry with tears. “Jayce—”
His hands held your arms at each side of your body, and you saw his Academy uniform wrinkled and covered with oil stains. Even his fingers were covered in a fine black powder that stained the white arm gloves that covered his skin. As you leaned in closer, you took in the smell of paper, coffee, and burned coal. The same essence lingered inside his atelier.
“Please,” he said, voice cracking. You felt your lip quiver.
You hugged him, feeling a tug in your chest as you passed one of your hands through his hair. He leaned into your gentle touch, eyelids fluttering when he closed his eyes. The words got stuck in your throat, and so they got out in an almost inaudible whisper. "I need to get married, Jayce."
He opened his eyes, and his gaze burned into your chest, where your heart was beating madly, so loud it must be the reason why you didn’t pick up his words correctly.
“Then marry me.”
The gasp that got out of your lips felt as if someone had punched you in the chest. "What?”
His cheeks were deep red, and they felt hot when you cradled his cheek so Jayce could see you as he tried to divert his eyes away.
"You heard me," Jayce muttered, looking toward the window. Sky was already filled with orange hues that made the bedroom look as if it were almost caught on fire. "You can marry me if you want."
You blinked, but no matter how much you tried to clear your view, confusion still impregnated it. “Do you want to marry me?”
He pulled you away, so he could take in the puffy, lavishing dress you were supposed to use in the ceremony. Your hair was pulled away from your face, making your head pulse in a settled, hurtful rhythm.
“I thought once I created Hextech, I would’ve been able to ask your family if I could court you without them family denying it, but…”
Your heart throbbed painfully. Of course, they'd said no. Jayce being behind Hextech's creation was marvelous, a dream come true to any aspiring inventor. But not so for aristocratic families, for them, he was still the heir of a lower house. "Oh, Jayce…"
“I mean—I was planning on telling you; to ask if you, uh… if you reciprocate my feelings. But then your family said no and I… I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t.” He was fidgeting his fingers over his lap, too afraid of looking at you that now he was scanning every corner of the room. “Do you… do you feel the same?”
Your mind ran toward the myriad of memories you two had shared over the years, the permanent feeling of wanting. "Do you remember when we were kids? When we played house and I told you that I was your wife? I still abide by those words."
The littlest of smiles appear in the corners of Jayce's lips. "I think we should kiss now.”
You chuckled, leaning toward him, you were pulling your skirts off the way so you could fit between his legs- Your hands trembled as you cupped his cheeks, eyes fluttering closer when you brushed your lips against his. You heard him sigh, finally relieved. However, it was only a peck. “Not yet. I’m afraid we need to leave before people start to suspect why the door’s closed,” you said while biting your bottom lip.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jayce looked at the room. It was all white, adorned with silk and lace around the bed filled with boxes of clothes and shoes. "Do you think you can get out of the window?"
“It’s three stores high, Jayce.” You looked at the bed he was sitting at. “But maybe we can improvise a rope.” Your finger pointed at the mattress.
Jayce jumped out of it and started to throw the gifts on the ground, taking the bedsheets off the mattress. "Just as when we were younger, huh?"
You smiled, dexterous hands already making knots with the fabric to use as holders. You used to escape to Jayce’s house when your parents grounded you. You had to escape from your room, which was easier once you memorize the patrols and the paths of the service toward the rooms. Then, you had to run across the street and climb up the Talis’ house front gate, to where Jayce already expected you with a rope made with his bedsheets and curtains.
Now instead of climbing, you were descending.
He knotted the rope in one of the bed’s legs. “Now, take off your dress and come down.”
You looked at him, cheeks hot, eyebrows raised in perplexion. "Wouldn't you like that?"
Jayce’s hazel eyes widened, with one of his hands covering his mouth. “Not like that! I meant—it’s for… it’s so you can move comfortably!”
Despite the stress building like a tight knot in your belly, you found yourself laughing, trying to conceal the noise between your hands. “I know, I know. Sorry.”
“You don’t sorry in the slightest.”
“You know too well. Turn around and close your eyes, I’ll change into something comfy.”
Jayce snickered. “Afraid I’ll peek?" You hit him in the shoulder and quickly knelt to find the clothes your maid pushed down the mattress while helping you dress up. "Let me know if you need any help.”
You stopped him from turning, your body came too close to him so the back of your knees brushed his pants as you turned around, showing him the back of your dress, a succession of little buttons lost between a sea of lace and silk. “Jayce, unbutton the back of my dress, please.”
You thought he’d said no, but you were running thin on time. When night fall your ceremony would arrive, and the sky was already getting dimmer.
He brushed his fingers through your spine, pulling you closer so he could see the little buttons better, causing you to feel his breath sending warm huffs in the back of your neck and around your shoulders as the fabric of the dress opened more with each turn of his wrist.
When he was done, you kept the dress in place with a firm hand pressed against your chest. You felt his hand hovering in the small of your back, irradiating warmth as you held your breath.
“I should’ve said you look beautiful before you take off the dress,” he said, and your breath got caught in a shaky huff as you let it out. “I love you, so, so much. Ever since I left for the Academy—no, even long before it.”
You chortled, only to hide how flustered you really felt. “I feel like an overly saturated chandelier.” You turned, and his smile made your heart melt. “Thank you, Jayce.”
You quickly changed into your pajamas, still white, but at least they were decorated with baby blue knitting motifs. Jayce held part of the rope as you threw the rest down the window, scanning the lateral courtyard to thankfully find it empty from both guests and the workers.
“Come down and wait for me at the entrance, in the tree near the ugly fountain. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
You looked at Jayce. “The one that looks like an egg with a hole in the middle?” He nodded as you squatted on the window sill, feet pressed under the protuberance in the rock. “Are you going to stay behind?”
“I’ll untie the rope so people can’t know how you escaped, okay?”
Your heartbeat rushed through your ears, drowning any logical thought, any fear you could start to feel as gravity pulled you down and the only thing keeping you safe was a thin silk rope.
Jayce was peeking through the window, a reassuring smile on his face all the time. You focused on it, in the feeling of his soft lips against yours and the way he leaned to your touch. In the future ahead, one when you became a Talis, leaving behind your own—or better say, the one your parents choose you to have after the wedding.
The grass felt soft, cold, and humid against your naked feet. You shivered, eyes darting toward each corner as you dashed toward the fountain, kneeling to tuck your body under it in case someone walked in this lonely path to arrive at the back courtyard, where the ceremony would take place.
From your crouched position, you couldn't see his silhouette moving in the window. The shadows became sharper, the air colder as the sun hide.
Your heart was so loud you were afraid people would hear it. You couldn’t bring yourself to think what your parents—and your ex-fiancé—would do to you, or much worse, to Jayce, if you two got caught.
Time extended too long, and dread made me feel dizzy. You were imagining all the ways Jayce was found; someone saw him get out of your room, your mother caught him descending the stairs…
“I'm here…" Jayce's voice startled you, and you hit your head on the edge of the fountain. He knelt and held you in his arms, one of his hands quickly massaging your scalp. "Are you alright, my sunshine? I'm sorry I startled you."
You tried to ignore the way his nickname made your stomach flutter. “Let’s go! The ceremony should start at any minute.”
It had always been hard to keep up with Jayce's long strides. Today was no different, you felt your legs cramped, but you ran as if you were chased after—and you had to admit, it was half-true. As you were crossing the entrance gate, you heard commotion growing from inside the house. They must have noticed you weren't there already.
Jayce squeezed your hand, fingers interlaced as you ran down the wide avenues, around the boulevards, until the streets narrowed, descending in hills. You thought he was guiding you toward the Talis family house, but no. This part of Piltover was new to you.
“Where… where are… we going?” you said between pants. Your feet hurt from running so much.
“To my new apartment. We’ll spend the night there, and tomorrow—” You had stopped, walking much calmer now that you were a couple of kilometers away from where your wedding was supposed to be held. “Tomorrow… If you want, tomorrow we’ll get married.”
You smiled, looking at his insecure pose, with shoulders dropped and hands tucked against his belly. He was gigantic, even if he tried to shrink. You stepped over his boots, on your tiptoes to tangle your arms around his wide shoulders.
“Do you promise?” you whispered, the movement making your lips brush against his. He embraced you by the waist.
“I promise, my little sunshine,” he replied, nodding and dipping his head toward you so he could capture your lips fully, wanting to melt in your touch as much as you wanted to get lost in it.
“I love you, Jayce. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
He quickly shifted his hold, with one hand on the small of your back, and the other embracing your thighs as he carried you, bride style, toward his apartment. Your feet wiggled in the air, your voice wavering with laughter. "What are you doing?!"
"Practicing," Jayce simply stated, walking steadily up the street. He looked at you, brushing your noses together as he paused to accommodate you, with your hands still embracing his shoulders. “Because I feel like I’m going to this quite a lot from this day onwards.”
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"you take me so well" || arcane x reader
With Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, & Jinx
I don't accept NSFW requests!
tags: fem!reader, female anatomy, smut, established relationships, reader is implied late 20s (Vik), late 20s-early 30s firelight reader (Silco), toy use, vik's reader also uses a cane!!, pet names
a/n: lmao me writing these like I don't have my bestie and I in mind for our faves <3
Silco
Smoke from his snuffed out cigar lingers in the air, mixed so sweetly with his fine cologne and aftershave. It's one of the few things you can focus on as Silco drills his drooling cock deep into your pussy. You grip the edge of his desk, your board tossed in the corner of his office, legs hooked loosely around his waist gasping with every drag of his pelvic bone against your achy clit. His grunts are wild, unhinged. His blunt nails leave crescent-shaped marks on your skin as he yanks you deeper onto his cock, his balls making a wet pap pap pap with every delicious thrust. "Such a good girl for me, darling. What would your poor leader think of you sleeping with the enemy? Being fucked so tenderly on the Eye of Zaun's cock? Oh my love--! My cock was truly made for you, hmm? Utterly divine." His lips smash to yours, fingers intertwined together.
Viktor
Ever the gentleman, at first, Viktor slowly lowers you down onto his thick cock. His large hands shift from your thighs to grip your hips, pressing you down gently til he bottoms out. "There, love, see? You always take me much better when you're amply prepped for my dick. You're such a sweetheart for me, I must reward your patience." His smirk curls, lips finding your neck. Viktor's hand gently strokes your leg, easing what pain and discomfort he could. He wouldn't move until you told him to. He knows how much you enjoy cock warming him. <3
Jayce
A soft whimper bubbles in the back of his throat, his cock head breaching your lubed, velvet walls with a gentle push. So warm and inviting, the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around is just what he needs after a long, stressful day in the lab. His girth is impossibly thick, it's taken a lot of practice and prep for your tiny cunt to be able to take him. Jayce is always gentle with you, big thumb circling your clit in hopes to chase away any discomfort. "Shh, shh, I know it's big, baby, you're taking me so damn well. Want to stop? No? Okay, okay. Let me get some more lube, yeah? Oh, fuck, pretty girl. I felt you clench. God, I ache for you, baby."
Vi
"Fuck baby," she hisses, sinking you down further on her pink strap. Her hips stutter, raw muscle flexing beneath the strap's harness pressing into the meat of her thighs. She rears herself back, until the pink head of the dildo is almost entirely exposed before pushing back in with her hips flushed to yours. "You're so stretched out on my cock, lovely. So fuckin' perfect." Vi purrs, swallowing your moan with her lips.
Caitlyn
Tender kisses are peppered all over your face, her long hair falling in front of her face. She's smiling down at you, looking like an angel sprawled against her pillow. Your pretty lips drawn open into a wanton gasp, hips jumping up as her deep blue strap sinks into you fully. The strap buzzes to life, Caitlyn giggles at your little yelp. It melts into desperate pants and eager rolls of your hips. She's more than happy to oblige as she pins your knees to your chest and fucks you into her mattress. "That's it, love. You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl. Oh, does that feel good, baby? I'm glad. You look so lovely, all fucked out and flushed. Such a pretty little thing."
Jinx
Her face hides at the back of your neck, hips pounding against your ass. Her lithe fingers curl around the messy sheets, her other hand curled at your hip. Glancing down at where you two meet, Jinx all but snarls out a moan, picking up the pace. The way the electric blue strap buries itself deep within your pussy is such an addicting site. One that makes her froth at the mouth, nails biting into your skin. "You should see how fuckin' well you take me, princess. Fits like a fuckin' dream, your cunt is practically drooling f'me!"
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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 having a secret enemies to lovers relationship with them 𝆬 𓏸
feat.: Jayce Talis, Vi, Ambessa Medarda, Mel Medarda, Ekko
content: f!reader, nsfw content, mild violence mentions
notes: this was commissioned by the most lovely @angelltheninth !! thank you so much again!! 💜
Honestly, JAYCE refuses to admit just how much he finds himself drawn to you. You're everything he's not, working in the shadows for Silco while he's Piltover's golden boy, the Man of the Future, and yet there's some odd tension between the two of you that he can't deny. He aches to label it as natural hate, though that couldn't be further from the truth. The catalyst for your eventual growing fondness of each other is when he's got you pinned down, imposing hammer so close to obliterating you and, God, he can't do it. You're his enemy, certainly, and yet he finds himself absentmindedly brushing some dirt off your cheek, touch gentle despite those huge hands.
After that, things go all too fast. One moment you're kissing, you softly moaning into his mouth, the next you try and sneak into the Academy, trying your hardest not to appear suspicious and, well — if you end up making out on one of the tables he usually does science stuff on, who can blame you? It feels all too nice to wrap your legs around his wide waist, pulling him closer while his dick pushes into you, calloused fingers roaming over your skin as if he's desperate to feel as much of you at the same time as somehow possible. It's all too good, until the sound of approaching footsteps, accompanied by the rhythmic thumping noise of a cane, makes both of you flinch, and you're forced to hide in an empty storage room, still dripping with need.
“Fuck, talk about horrible timing—, quick, in here, in here. God. Hopefully he'll leave real quick again, I'm stil hard; don't you worry, we'll continue just where we left off in but a moment. We just can't get caught.”
There is no word for what VI feels for you other than 'hate'. How could she not? As an Enforcer, you're her complete opposite, you're used to the riches and comfortable life of Piltover and, well, she would've never thought she could ever grow fond of you, but it turns out you look awfully pretty underneath her, pinned to the ground of Zaun. There's mud caked to the side of your face and a stray trail of blood runs down your forehead and, oh — for some reason, you don't do anything but moan softly when she leans down to meet your lips in a bruising kiss, her thick thigh spreading your own apart.
It's adorable how your cheeks flush when she calls you a teasing nickname; it's downright sweet when you whimper and press your body against her own. Your very reactions make you so very human, so very much like her. You're not that different from her at all, it appears, and that realisation itself makes things complicated. Vi swears she despises you, hates you with all her heart, but when she sneaks away to your usual meeting place, the sixth time this week, rough touches having turned into loving embraces along the way, she can't say she's being entirely truthful.
“Hey, sugar! You made it. Fuck, I'm always so happy to see ya, it's ridiculous. My heart's beatin' all fast. Oh—, hey, you're eager today, hm? Wanna continue that badly where we were interrupted last time? Fine by me. You gotta spread those cute legs of yours then, darl.”
It comes as no surprise that a powerful woman such as AMBESSA has quite a lot of enemies. There's all too many people who wish her death or worse for the countries she's conquered or the people she's slayed — and yet you're the only one who has ever caught her eye. It's all too easy to have you brought to her luxurious chambers, and even when you're glaring at her, eyes narrowed with nothing short of hatred, she doesn't care, really. Her fingers come up to grab your chin, keeping your head in place as her gaze rakes over your face, taking every feature of your face in.
You're not sure whether to be enraged or relieved that, apparently, she's satisfied with what she sees, though it's a lot preferable when, minutes later, she seats you on one thick thigh of hers rather than having you beheaded. Really, you couldn't stifle your mewls and moans even if you tried when she grinds said leg up against your already dripping folds. Over time, you grow fond of her — something you hadn't thought possible —; your relationship stays a secret, but your smile at her praise is honest, your laughter joining her boisterous one is not an act at all. She's surprisingly sweet for such a bold woman and, well; the fact that she leaves you unable to walk for a day or two whenever she's between your legs is a pretty convincing factor to stay with her, too.
“Aren't you just the sweetest little one? C'mon, now, no need to be shy. You've been grinding against my thigh like a bitch in heat before, haven't you? Surely you can do it again. Though, if my leg isn't good enough for you, maybe you're just not as desperate to cum as I thought.”
There's always been tension between you and MEL; how could there not be when you were anything she didn't stand for, being her political enemy and everything? Really, the amount of bickering you two did was close to ridiculous, and yet neither of you seemed to mind it all too much. Even though you don't make a pretty picture up on a stage or behind the council roundtable, you look all too ethereal on her bed, legs spread wide and arching your back while slender fingers alternate between gently rubbing and meanly pinching your throbbing clit.
Really, you'd worry about it being all too obvious how often you search up her quarters, though she's quick to distract you with soft kisses and the occasional cruel graze of teeth against your neck. There's no need to worry about anything, truly; when Mel wants your relationship to stay between the two of us, it will remain a secret at all costs.
“My, my. You're quite adorable today, hm? So very needy for my touch, and yet I remember quite clearly how you've challenged me in front of the rest of the Council. Love, it almost looks like you were aching to be punished by me. Is that not the case? I might go easier on you if you at least admit it.”
EKKO despises you. There's no way around it. Ekko despises you and, if needed, fights you with all his might, and yet his expression, Firelight mask long knocked off his face, softens oh so visibly when he, one day, meets you at random, your injuries awfully bad. He's not sure what he's thinking when he takes you in and cares for your wounds, nursing you back to health; you're his enemy, damn it, and he should act like it, but the only explanation he has for how he's acting is that empathy is an all too human trait he can't seem to get rid of, no matter how hard he tries. He can't just leave you in the Undercity to rot.
By the time you're back to full health, you can't deny that, even though you're supposed to be enemies, you've bonded quite a bit. He's funny and loving, protective of you, even; and even though your relationship has to stay secret at all costs, given how he'd otherwise lose credibility with the Firelights and you'd be called a traitor, you both can't help but sneak away at night to see each other, you embracing him in a loving hug and his lips pressing against yours all too eagerly. With Ekko, it takes a while until it gets to making out and getting even more intimate, but that's quite alright. There's no need to rush it; you're both more than happy to lose track of time while cuddling and kissing.
“Would've never thought that, one day, I'd be kissin' someone like you like this. Hey—, in a positive way. Don't get me wrong on purpose. Y'know I love everything about you. Yeah? Good. It's almost sunrise, though. 'm afraid you'll have to go back soon.”
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bombs, bombs everywhere!
-> warnings/notices: male child reader, spoilers, yandere themes, platonic relationships, mentioned kidnapping, this happens in the second act, jinx, silco and much more.
-> request by sunny anon! Hello could I request arcane × male child reader that acts like klee from genshin? (Sorry for the lack of ideas) oh and could they be from another country visiting for the first time? Oh and could i go by sunny? It'd be easier if I had a nickname to navigate what I've requested♡´･ᴗ･`♡(please ignore this if you don't take platonic child reader requests)
-> a/n: sunny!!! I love this name anon, it’s so sweet and cute :3 here it is your request, I hope you enjoy it! since I lack knowledge of the league of Legends world, I decided to base the country that mc is from like it’s Mondstadt. and this is short since I had no idea how to end it.
-> the news of a famous and rich merchant arriving in piltover was in everyone’s ears, all too excited with the many possibilities that can lead to. the most anxious people are the scholars who made a deal with the the famous woman to help them with their research related to the arcane, making things even more exciting. and once she arrived, all of the citizens were also surprised by seeing another figure behind her, you.
-> as the only son and heir of the company, you always accompany her to learn more and more things despite being only a little boy who knows way too much. the view of you carefully listening about the new inventions from the many scholars is quite impressive. none of them believe that a small child like you would be interested in such subjects in earlier years. whatever your mother was busy talking with others, you follow (in a safe distance) some of the investors to see their works.
-> viktor is the one you follow the most, even helping around such as carrying his belongings when needed. the view of a small little boy following him is a blessing in everyone’s eyes in their days. and the man himself enjoying having you around, with your energetic smile and enthusiasm, you quickly gained his attention whatever you need.
-> and as everyone were thinking that you are just a lovely and calmest boy, your mother showed them what you enjoy doing in your free time. the one time you were left alone in a lab for minutes, you’ve create a few explosives that impressed and scared the inventors. jayce was the one who grab all of it and thrown it far in the sky, making it explode in the blue sky of piltover. an amazing thing that none got hurt (expect a few birds and fish of a nearby lake…).
-> now that everyone in the city is aware of your especially in making explosive and that cause many people either fear you or concerned. how can such a small boy like cause so much trouble? viktor and jayce are the one responsible for you while mother is gone for work, meaning they make you hold some heavy files, sit in the corner in order to avoid you to cause more trouble or give you harmless projects to you to make during the day.
-> as days goes on, the little boy became part of the academy (an ‘unofficial student’, people say) and now even has his own uniform that match mostly of them first years in order to make himself more comfortable around others and to be part of a new environment. it’s adorable how you tried to do the tie for minutes, only to ask someone to help it. and it’s really rare to see you with the clothes clean, mostly of the time there will be either powder or grease in the expensive material of your vest, making some desperate to clean it.
-> despite having a such unique talent in making explosives and being a loudly, but gentle and good kid, there is worrying in the air. the high uppers told mother about the recently events from the undercity and how things are getting out of control as times go on. and to make even worse, the citizens from there know about the arrival of your mother and you.
-> silco have ears everywhere, that’s why he always knew about the incoming arrival of that merchant with her son, but what he didn’t know it was how good the little boy is in making bombs and explosives, just like his daughter.
-> jinx was so happy to hear about you! she can’t wait to meet someone else that is also interested in making explosives and that also have an enthusiastic personality like her. so without anyone approval or suggestions, she goes to meet you :) and once you get in bed without anyone around, she appears in the window with that smile of hers.
-> with the innocence of a child, you don’t notice how dangerous she might be, that why the two of you become closer that night. unlike most adults, jinx doesn’t scold you when you fail to pay attention im certain subjects nor gets angry about your obsession with the experimental bombs you made, in fact, she supports you and encourage in making it. sometimes, she brings you some interesting supplies in order to create even more explosives.
-> those little visits at night went unnoticeable for a while, until she was caught in the act by no other than your mother and caitly. both women were so worried and ran directly at you, grabbing you away from jinx’s hands as everything went crazy. broken glass everywhere, small cuts on your skin and loud noises going all across the room.
-> this entire situation left everyone around you skeptical of your safety, if jinx easily got inside and manipulated you, then there is a large chance of you getting kidnapped! that’s why they put you inside the academy where everyone’s eyes are on you. now, there is no way you can’t get in danger and of course, you can’t get out in your on, a good thing!
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Good Intentions Part Twenty
The Haven gets a new donor, Silco wants a side deal.
Rating: Explicit.
Word Count: 4,900
Warnings: Ongoing references to sex as a form of payment, veiled references to organized crime, arguments, oral sex (fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, and blackmail
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You did your best not to squint at the men on the other side of the table. Doing so would only make it look like you were suspicious of them.
You were suspicious of them, of course, but there was no need to be obvious.
“My apologies, gentlemen,” you said slowly. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but with all of the opportunities available to you, I don’t understand why you are so interested in helping to fund the Haven.”
“It’s complicated.” Jayce Talis, the most famous Piltover inventor in recent history, rubbed at the space between his heavy brows.
“I do own and operate a relief organization and facilitate certain healthcare treatments, including minimizing the effects of Shimmer withdrawal,” you pointed out mildly. “Maybe, if you explain it slowly, I can follow along.”
One corner of his mouth curved upward, emphasizing the fullness of his lips. He was famously handsome and infamously unavailable, but that was fine. Your tastes ran in other directions.
His business partner - a man who was known around the Undercity only as Viktor - crossed his arms, slouching back in his seat. You tried not to judge it as a show of poor manners, especially when he straightened his leg with a wince. It was very likely Viktor just needed to adjust positions. Of course, it was equally likely that he didn’t find you very amusing.
“Make your point, Jayce,” Viktor muttered. “We have important business to take care of at the lab.”
“Yes, the lab,” Jayce said, adding a nod in your direction. “As you may already know, HexTech is doing well. We have made several important advancements and are set to debut more over the next few years. We own the patents to everything outright, so all profits come to us. Piltover has given us a few dozen grants and investments have flooded in. We have plenty of money to pursue the further development of HexTech.”
You nodded. It all seemed simple to understand so far.
“There is one particular area where HexTech does not excel: outreach.” Viktor interrupted with an impatient look at his now-pouting business partner. “That is why we reached out to you.”
“Yes, but is there a particular reason you want to support the Haven rather than any other Undercity outreach?” you pressed. Maybe you were a little paranoid, but your recent experiences with Silco had convinced you that being more discerning was probably a smart move.
Jayce sat forward slightly. “The Haven’s track record is impressive. Your expense justification reports have all shown remarkably low operating costs, your residents have started to find work with other Undercity businesses, and there’s plenty of buzz about the dent you’ve made in the Shimmer trade in your neighborhood.”
The blood roared in your ears at that. “That’s an overstatement, of course. Drug use waxes and wanes in neighborhoods over time. It’s just coincidence that Shimmer use decreased when the Haven opened.”
Jayce furrowed his brows, but Viktor looked like you had finally said something interesting. “I assume that is the line one must repeat vehemently if one wants to avoid the attention of the chem barons.”
“Chem barons?” Jayce repeated, now frowning harder. “They’re a local legend, a convenient shadow government that the people can blame their problems on.”
“Of course,” you agreed.
Viktor looked darkly amused. “Nothing more than a legend, certainly.”
“Yeah…” Jayce said slowly, glancing between you and Viktor. “Anyway, we’ve heard about the decreased drug use and we want to support that as much as possible. You and the Haven seem like the best choice to make that happen.”
“How is your security?” Viktor asked abruptly.
“We have a small team of guards for the exterior of the building,” you said honestly. It probably wouldn’t help anything if you told them exactly who was paying for that small team of guards. “There is almost no Enforcer presence in the Lanes, so we can’t count on a patrol happening at a crucial time.”
“I can pull a few strings,” Jayce assured you, totally confident. “I have some connections with the Enforcers. Piltover wants to support new development, especially when it isn’t tied to the drug trade. And they’re not going to find anything better than an anti-Shimmer organization with a proven track record.”
You nodded in acknowledgement of his point, but looked to Viktor. “And you? Do you also think the Haven is a good match for HexTech’s goals?”
Viktor lifted one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. “I fail to see what impact your outreach could possibly have on the Undercity. The politics are snarled, the people are desperate, and there is too much money to be made from exploitation.”
That was a harsh assessment, but it was true. Jayce cleared his throat uncomfortably, but Viktor spoke again before the better-mannered of the pair could offer any reassurances. “That being said, I am… reluctantly impressed by what I have heard of your meetings with Silco. There are few willing to argue with him.”
You stiffened slightly at Viktor’s mention of Silco. Up to that point, you had both pointedly avoided using his name, as evidenced by the way Jayce was glancing between the two of you.
“I don’t understand,” Jayce admitted. “Who is Silco?”
“You will find out,” Viktor said, the statement sounding both threatening and utterly inevitable as he stood. “I must return to the lab. Jayce, I agree with whatever choice you make.”
You watched as Viktor leaned heavily on the cane and left the building. It was situated at the edge of Piltover, just across the bridge from the Undercity. Jayce had assured you multiple times that, if they were not working on time-sensitive experiments at HexTech, they would have been more than willing to meet you in the Undercity. He may have even been telling the truth.
Jayce was still half-smiling when he looked back at you. “Who is Silco?”
You got the impression that he would keep pushing until he got an answer, so you chose your words carefully. “He is a… major player in the Undercity. He wants- well, he says he’s working for the good of the people. That’s up for debate.”
“But what does he do?” Jayce pressed.
“He’s an industrialist.” You sat very straight on the edge of your chair - not quite standing, but giving the impression that you were ready to leave. “Speaking of helping the Undercity, I need to get back to the Haven. When you’ve made a decision about your outreach, please let me know.”
“Easy enough,” Jayce said, standing to offer a hand over the table. “HexTech would like to provide funding for the Haven, to be used in whatever way you think is appropriate.”
You were giddy with excitement, and it rushed through your veins like adrenaline. Somehow, you managed to keep a straight face long enough to thank Jayce and accept the check he filled out for the Haven. It was generous, which made your heart soar. You would be able to help so many people!
The good news put a spring in your step and you were still bouncing as you climbed the stairs to Silco’s office. Thankfully, no one was around so early in the day - you had serious doubts about your ability to look cranky and irritated right then, but you would have been obliged to put on a performance if there were onlookers.
“You seem cheerful,” Silco noted as you closed the door behind yourself.
“So far, so good,” you told him, walking over to his desk. “What’s the plan for today?”
He ignored your question. “Productive morning, I take it?”
“Very.”
You peered out through the window. The Last Drop was just barely tall enough for you to catch glimpses of the building projects happening over near the Haven. The mechanic’s shop was well on its way to being completed, the construction crews had broken ground on the second apartment building, and the grocers were taking over an existing building, so they were already in the process of hiring staff.
As you leaned back, you caught sight of a familiar handprint on the glass and your lower belly tightened with the reminder of how it had gotten there.
“And how much will HexTech be allotting you?”
With the casually conversational way Silco asked his question, you didn’t immediately notice that anything was wrong. Your attention was split between the handprint on the window and the ever-increasing needs of your body. At last, awareness filtered through and you froze.
‘I-” You cleared your throat, giving your best innocent expression as you turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”
Silco gave an impatient gesture. “Come, pet, we have already discussed that I know all that happens in Zaun.”
“Nothing happened in Zaun,” you said blandly.
His answering look was dry. “But a potential alliance between the Haven and HexTech undeniably concerns Zaun and her future. Do me the courtesy of assuming I know of your meeting with the two inventors behind HexTech.”
“Fine,” you agreed, largely because he gave no indication of moving on. “I met with the owners of HexTech.”
“Thank you,” Silco said, gaze drifting to the window. “And how much has young Talis decided to give the Haven?”
You paused, uncomfortable with the idea that you needed to place a boundary. You and Silco shouldn’t be close enough to need things like boundaries - the clear divisions between you should have been so obvious as to be implied. “I’m not sharing that information with you.”
“Why not?” he asked. “If I know the size of their donation, I can exceed it.”
“I don’t need any more donations at the moment,” you told him.
Silco’s brows unfurrowed. “Ah, that much? Congratulations. You may rest secure in the knowledge that the sale of your morals has fetched so high a price.”
You recoiled at the slight before you could stop yourself. A drug lord was going to lecture you about morals? That bothered you. Surely that was the cause of your discomfort. Any other reason would imply that Silco was important enough to you that his opinion mattered.
“I didn’t have to sacrifice my morals to accept their donation, unlike others the Haven has received in the past,” you told him icily.
Silco stood abruptly, his chair lurching back with the movement. You held your ground, though it took more effort than you were comfortable with. “My donations served your residents just as well as the ones from HexTech will, and at far more dire a time. Do not act as though I were not there to support you every time you have needed me.”
You gaped at that. “Because we’re in a deal! Every donation served you just as well as it did me - it increased your leverage over me and the Haven. Convenient, since you need me around for an easy source of sex.”
He scoffed, looming over you. “Do you truly believe that there are not others who throw themselves at my feet? I receive more offers of easy sex than you would believe possible.”
“Then why keep me around?” you pressed.
“Because you are the only one who offers the slightest hint of a challenge!” he snapped, breathing heavily. You had stepped into him rather than away, and he was already so close that your chest and his were nearly touching. You glared at each other from inches away before one or both of you closed the gap separating you.
His mouth was hard and unyielding against yours, disinterested in any hint of refusal. Fortunately, refusing his kiss was the last thing on your mind. The energy of securing the HexTech donation was still crackling through you, and sex was a wonderful outlet. The slight tinge of irritation accompanying it only served to increase the appeal.
You met him with lips that were already slightly parted, and your tongues were dueling in a moment. Kissing Silco wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to you, but it was still rare enough that you considered it a novel experience.
Your toes were curling at the slow luxury of his mouth on yours. Silco was rarely in a hurry, even now, when you were apparently taking a break in the middle of a fight. Your interest was only piqued further when he started removing your clothing with rough movements. When he had finished, he pushed you backward as you gasped with shock.
Fortunately, Silco had thought far enough ahead to position you close to his desk. The sensation of your bare ass on the cold surface of the desk was jarring, but you watched Silco eagerly. You were more than willing to brave the temperature difference in order to watch him undress for you.
To your surprise, Silco lowered himself, fully-dressed, into his throne-like chair. You eyed him, frowning as he took your ankles in his hands. They were placed to either side of his chair, leaving them supported by the arm rests at his sides. It went without saying that your knees were forced open by the position, leaving your core exposed to the air… and to Silco’s gaze.
That mismatched stare was fixed between your legs, studying the most private parts of you as you tried not to squirm. When he reached out to touch your cunt, you felt his fingertips like electric shocks… but he only parted your folds and continued his silent observation.
Irritation, embarrassment, and need swirled together in you until the pressure pushed words from your mouth. “Silco. What are you doing?”
“Studying my favorite acquisition,” he replied distantly. Even lost in your own distraction, you could feel the echo of your first time together, in this very situation in this very office, when Silco had said something similar. “And wondering how my pet can be so very unyielding, yet yield so delightfully in other areas.”
You frowned at him - not that Silco was looking at your face. “Whatever answers you’re looking for, you aren’t going to find them down there.”
That made him glance upward, a small smile playing around the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps it would be best if you lay back.”
You complied, though not without rolling your eyes. “If we’re having a repeat of our first session, I hope the sex is more satisfactor- Oh!”
Without any sort of warning, Silco’s mouth had closed around your clit. You half-lifted back off the surface of his desk, staring down at his face between your legs. You could only hope that your expression was less desperate than you felt, but wicked pleasure filled Silco’s gray-green eye, so you didn’t think that was accurate.
And then he set about making you forget all about expressions and irritations. Silco buried himself between your thighs, teasing you with fingers and lips and tongue and teeth. He nibbled, he stroked, he thrust… He used every hint of weakness he had gathered from you over your time together, recalling every sensation that drove you wild and subjecting you to all of them at once.
You arched up off the desk so sharply that the muscles in your back and abdomen protested. Your knees tried to close around Silco - either to keep him close or to force him away from you, you weren’t sure which - but his shoulders kept you spread open and subjected to his torment.
By the time he had pressed three fingers deep inside of you, your body was glistening with sweat. You were panting, your hips trying to both ride him and grind closer to the lips that were wrapped around your clit.
Silco always ate you like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else, but this was more intense than anything you had experienced with him before. You didn’t remember when you had sank your hands into his hair, but it didn’t matter. You were using him only as an anchor; he never moved far enough away for you to need to pull him back.
At last, he removed himself from you, pulling away almost entirely. The only parts of his body that was touching you were his shoulders, still holding you spread open for him.
“Silco?” you asked, an edge of desperation clear in your voice.
“Shh, pet,” he soothed. “I am trying to decide whether you deserve the reward of coming on my tongue.”
You whined, lifting your hips as if you could convince him to come back.
“I am less than thrilled by your association with the Piltover business,” Silco admitted slowly. Torturously slowly. “Yet I suppose you may have earned a treat for coming to meet with me anyway. Is that correct?”
You nodded.
Silco leaned slightly closer. “You would not break our deal over a single donation from another business, would you?”
You shook your head.
Silco came even closer then - still not touching you, but near enough that you could feel every exhale on your damp folds. “Does our deal still stand, pet?”
You nodded, but Silco shook his head. “I need to hear it in that lovely voice. Tell me, darling: does our deal still stand?”
“Y-yes,” you stammered, the dryness in your throat making it difficult to speak. “Yes!”
“Ahh…” he mused. “How long will it stand?”
He watched you with a gaze so sharp you understood instinctively that he would only accept a spoken answer. This one was more challenging; he hadn’t told you what he wanted you to say and thinking was difficult when your brain was soaked in hormones and arousal.
“Until- ah!” Silco had darted a long lick up your folds - not touching anything firmly enough to throw you over the edge, but still startling. And distracting. “As long as I’m in the Undercity.”
“Our deal will stand as long as you are in the Undercity,” Silco repeated. You nodded and he looked thoughtful. “I suppose I must offer sufficient incentive for you to stay, then.”
As if the shock of it removed you from the situation, you noted it dispassionately as he parted you a little more, nestled his nose against your clit, and thrust his stiffened tongue up inside of your heat.
And then the moment of observation passed. You were thrown back into your body just in time for it to go through an earth-shattering orgasm. Your body arced up off the desk again, muscles spasming so hard that you had the vague sense of Silco holding your hips against the surface so you didn’t throw yourself onto the floor.
But that was a dim knowledge, far in the background of your thoughts - the vast majority of your brain was caught in a stranglehold of pleasure. How could you be expected to lay still when every bit of you was crackling with such intense energy? You had to move. It was not possible to do anything else.
At last, Silco removed the live current that was his mouth against your core. He had to struggle against the grip you had on his hair. You weren’t really trying to keep him in place, but your muscles had locked down in the aftermath of your orgasm.
“How do you feel?” he asked conversationally, when he had freed himself from your grip, losing a few strands of hair in the process.
“Nnn umm…” Nope, those weren’t words. You tried again. “Needum mint.”
“Take your time,” Silco invited, relaxing back into his chair. He licked his lips, cleaning the shine of you from them with his tongue. Watching the process made your uncomfortably sensitive body tighten, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away. When he had licked everything he could reach, Silco retrieved a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, chin, and cheeks.
If you were capable of higher thought at the moment, you might have been embarrassed by how much of a mess you had made on Silco’s face. Fortunately, the brain fog was still too dense, and you just watched him vacantly.
Rather than rush you into another round, Silco snagged a piece of paper from beside your hip. He lifted it and started to read. From the light that filtered through it from the window behind him, you could see that there were schematics of some kind drawn on the page. They were highly detailed, but something about the writing looked young, like it had been done by someone without fully developed fine motor function.
And then Silco’s fingers wrapped around your ankle and you stopped thinking about anything else. Especially when those fingers began to play idly against your skin, tapping an unfamiliar rhythm on your anklebone.
“How much more reading do you need to do?” you gritted out at last.
Silco glanced up at you instantly, eyebrows raised. “I can stop at any time, pet. I was under the impression that you needed a moment to recover.”
“I have recovered.”
“Why did you not tell me immediately?” Silco asked.
Despite the censurious words, he lazily tucked the schematics into a desk drawer before he stood. In a moment, he had opened the front of his trousers, pushed aside the layers of fabric, and lined himself up with you.
There was something almost sweet about the fact that Silco was so hard. He had brought you pleasure without being touched in return, and yet his erection hadn’t flagged while he sat quietly reading for minutes. For all that he was a selfish, manipulative bastard, Silco was surprisingly impacted by the way he affected you.
Any hints of altruism were shoved aside as Silco plunged inside of you. Rather than hesitating or asking if you were ready, he surged powerfully forward until he was seated as deep inside you as he could be. Your hips shifted to accommodate him and your legs trembled against the arms of his chair as you struggled to surface against the pressure of him stretching your walls.
Silco’s hands were tight on you. One was wrapped around your hips, providing an anchor point as he began to thrust in and out of you. His other hand was firmly on your ass, half-lifting and half-squeezing as he rolled his hips against you.
That rolling motion made your lips part for air as you stared up at the ceiling. Silco was big enough to fill you, but something about that motion put pressure against your walls in a way that felt almost cyclical. It was like he was fucking a little circle inside of you every time he pushed in, which meant that you got intermittent pressure against your g-spot. It was magical.
You tried to lift against him, to counter-thrust and speed things up, but Silco wasn’t having it. His grip was firm enough to hold you utterly still, making sure that all you could do was experience the way he was taking you apart for a second time.
“Silco, please,” you gasped out. “Faster. Harder. Please.”
“No,” he denied simply. Silco’s hand momentarily released your hip to grab your wrist instead. He tugged it downward until your fingers were brushing the throbbing place between your legs. “If you want your pleasure, you’ll have to take it.”
You were tempted to deny him and yourself, if only to prove that he wasn’t in charge of you, but the slight graze of your fingertip over your own clit made you squirm. But if you were going to be responsible for your own orgasm, you were damn well going to make sure that Silco helped.
With some effort, you lifted your legs from where they were still resting on the armrests of Silco’s chair. It took only a moment to wrap them around his waist, and when you tightened them, the pull was strong enough to force Silco forward against you.
When he had bottomed out inside of you, Silco’s grip shifted upward, pressing against the surface of the desk on either side of your hips to support the shift in his center of balance. His eyes widened, startled as you kept him close. You used your newfound freedom to thrust your hips, moving him and out of your core as you strummed at your clit.
The resulting sensations were enough to take you sailing over the edge again. This orgasm was less abrupt than the last one, but almost more satisfying because your inner muscles had something to lock down around.
Dimly, you registered that Silco was trying to withdraw from you, but couldn’t escape the grip of your leg muscles. You only understood his reasoning when his body stiffened, face tightening and growing slack as he reached his own peak.
Silco’s orgasms tended to be subtler than yours, but even his legendary poker face failed him. His expression tightened, then went slack as his body spasmed in a series of explosive surges. He hissed out a curse that sounded like half a prayer, his lips continuing to move long after he had stopped speaking loud enough for you to hear it.
Slowly, you let the tension seep from your leg muscles. When your feet were dangling toward the floor once more, Silco eased himself out of you. The first spill of your combined mess seeped directly onto the surface of Silco’s desk, but he cleaned it up and caught the next with the same cloth he had used to wipe his face earlier.
When Silco was seated in his chair once more, you took the cloth and held it in place as you slid down from the desk. Silco smiled wryly. “I never intend to make such a mess, but you are irresistible. Especially when you’ve wrapped me in those lovely legs. If I must be trapped, I will say that I prefer to be trapped in your embrace.”
“Flatterer,” you accused gently.
“It is a lovely benefit when the truth is flattering,” he replied, giving you a look you didn’t quite understand… until he added, “Now, pet, tell me how much I should write for the amount of my next donation check.”
You turned toward him with an irritated huff. “Are you still talking about this? I don’t need an extra donation from you, especially not when your motivation is simply to outdo someone you consider a threat.”
Silco’s lip curled. “I hardly consider those two boys to be a threat.”
“Then what is your problem with them supporting the Haven?”
“I dislike the idea of Piltover gaining a foothold here in Zaun,” Silco explained after a moment of thought. “Even if their influence is only over a small outreach. It could hinder the growth of Zaun’s independence.”
You bit back the irritation that rose at the Haven being referred to as a small outreach. It was a small outreach, of course, but it was so important in your life. It hurt to be reminded that your work was considered minor to other people.
“Fine,” you said instead of telling him any of that. “What are our options? I’m not telling you how much they donated.”
“Very well,” Silco said tightly. By all appearances, he was displeased with your insistence, but something about the look in his mismatched gaze gave you the distinct impression that he was getting something he had been angling for all day. “If you will not allow me to match HexTech’s donation amount, I would be willing to overlook their involvement in the Haven…”
“And what will it cost me?”
“I want to be part of the Undercity Innovation Committee.”
It took a beat for you to remember what that was. “Jazper’s group? No. Absolutely not.”
Silco watched you in silence. His brow creased and it was like watching a far-away storm building into something catastrophic.
“I have no control over that,” you expanded. “I can’t risk everything I’ve built - I can’t risk the Haven - to argue for you being part of the meetings.”
“And I would never ask you to,” Silco assured you smoothly. “I have other resources at play. All I need from you is not to argue against me being on the committee.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “So you don’t need me to fight for you? Just don’t tell them not to let you join?”
“Yes.”
It seemed simple. Almost too simple. And yet… it had been a long day. You could use some simplicity. “Fine, I agree to those terms. If someone else brings up the possibility of letting you join the committee, I won’t argue against it.”
“Perfect.” Silco took the end of your conversation as an opportunity to refasten his clothing, so you started to get dressed as well.
By the time you had finished, Silco was holding out a slip of paper toward you. You looked from it to his face, unwilling to accept an unknown item from him. He continued to offer it anyway.
“If I understand, your objections were not to me making a donation, but to me trying to make a larger donation than HexTech,” Silco explained. “I do not know how much they donated, but here is my offer.”
“Silco…” you lamented, arms still folded across your chest.
He lifted a brow. “If you prefer, I could resume trying to discover the HexTech donation amount…”
You sighed loudly so there could be no mistaking your irritation as you snatched the check from his hand. You didn’t look at the amount, but the way Silco grinned as you shoved it into your pocket didn’t seem promising.
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i need to see the arcane characters blushing. i just know a forehead kiss and softly spoken pet name would get like half of them to melt instantly
Anon, oh my! I am soft!
Also, figuring out pet names for each character is sooo hard. I am not good at coming up with them. I'll try to make it as fluffy as I can, but some of these characters can be tough.
MDNI. Possible NSFW.
•Silco
-He always calls you darling, kisses the back of your hand when he gets a chance
-the first time you called him 'my love' or used darling, his heart fluttered, making him put his pen down and look at you, pleasantly surprised
-"Love?" He hummed. "Yes, I do rather like the sound of that." Silco came to stand before you and gently took your chin in his hand. "I will always be yours. I swear it."
•Jinx
-She had 1,000 pet names for you. Her favorite is sweets
-You like how playful the relationship could be, how you could be who you really were and how she made you feel light inside
-So you went with something a little silly, like her: Pudding
-Loses her mind because she loves it so much! She threw herself into your arms and gave you the biggest kiss of your life
-She will spray paint 'Pudding loves Sweets' everywhere in her den. It just makes her so happy
•Ekko
-Babe. Straight up, both of you use babe.
-Unless it is very tender moment and he is being romantic, then you are his firelight. (I don't care if that is overused, it is an amazing pet name and you can take it from my dead body)
-You give him funny nicknames to tease him sometimes, but the one that got his attention was big boy.
-Most of his life it's been little man, but for some reason, hearing you say big boy (even if it was a tease) boosts his ego
-Makes a metal flower for you as a thank you and as a symbol of how he will love you forever
•Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)
-This big guy is not a talker so using pet names isn't something he does
-The two of you are very sweet on one another, so calling him beloved just felt right.
-He had to hug you after you said it so you wouldn't see him cry because he is just so soft. Don't tell anyone though.
-The kids will pretend to gag and mock you two if you say it in front of them, but he doesn't care. It gives Ekko a crisis.
-Secretly loves being called daddy in private
•Vander
-Oh, he calls you sugar because you taste so sweet
-Likes to remind you by whispering in your ear. Straight up tease.
- Papa bear is what you call him, and he will punch anyone's face in who mocks it. That is his badge of honor.
-First time you called him that, he chuckled and nudged you. "That would make you mama bear."
-Another who is kind of into the daddy kink
•Finn
-Blossom is his go to. The reason why is raunchy, but no one needs to know that little secret, now do they?
-He reminds you of a tiger with that intense look of his, how he looks like he is going to pounce at any given moment
-Gets off on you calling him that. Will also call you kitten
•Jayce
-You make him all soft inside and has always thought you otherworldly, so he calls you angel
-He isn't one for a large amount of PDA (except with Viktor lol) and he tends to call you this very gently or in private. You don't mind because everyone knows who he goes home to at the end of the night
-It took a long time for you to come up with a good nickname but after staring at the Talis family crest you came up with hammer
-He's strong, durable, and is helping build the way for the future. Also the family crest and he works with one
-He'll be a bit embarrassed at first but that's because he is easy to fluster. You also get him with lewd jokes about hammering.
•Viktor
-If it is a classic and romantic pet name, he calls you it just to see you bite your lip and blush
-It's hard to get him back like that, since he is secretly a devious little man, but then showing affection to him publicly tends to make him blush and put his hand on the small of your back
-Privately it always leads to the most tender kisses and him telling you how much he loves you.
-He's so used to the world being cruel towards him, but your affections really does something inside of him and he has to convince himself to not propose to you immediately
•Mel
-Classy lady likes classy names. Darling, dove, my dear.
-Surprised or bashful smiles is how she tells you she likes it. It doesn't look like anything to others around you but it's like a secret language
-You will use the same ones but it has an effect on her that she didn't expect
•Sevika
-Baby doll, sweet cheeks, honey buns, toots, all of the names
-Day one you called her your goddess, because she just seemed above normal people.
-Anyone says anything about it, immediate broken nose. Do not mock her nickname.
-As with Jinx, you don't really use your name anymore because she never says it
-Unless she's under you or vice versa
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A/N: sorry this took so long. I am dealing with health issues and being a parent at the same time. Hope you still enjoy it! It was a challenge! On a side note, my husband's nickname is hammer lol
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Woohoo, I have made it back to Tumblr after - Good god, something that feel like millions of years of a break! Time for some old art reshare!
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For Lunch
How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out... (part 2)
Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?
AN: Surprise, I live! One minute I’m having a manic episode, writing every day for a whole two weeks, the next thing I know 4 months go by and my will to live has been completely nonexistent. Don’t you fear though bc low incomes got your back and for the time being I’ve got my ✨sparkle✨ back! (take your medication kids! you wouldn’t have it if you didn’t need it!)
Word Count: 2.06k words
Warnings: +18 MDNI, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Cheating, Overstimulation, Jayce is a switch lmao, Threesome, F/F/M, Mild Exhibitionism, Mild Voyeurism, Spanking, Corruption kink, Mild Dubious Consent.
Characters: F! Reader, Jayce (ft Mel), Cassandra, Silco, Vi. (You can tell who my favorites are 😣)
THERE IS NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Cassandra sips a glass of red wine from her office balcony most mornings. As the councilwoman’s secretary, you usually scurry around the office or run small errands for her in the city. Some days, when her silly little husband or naive daughter works her nerves just right, Cassandra needs to release her pent-up frustration. That’s where you come in. It’s your job to alleviate her stress and workload; what better way to relieve stress than having your secretary bent over your desk for brunch? You were always so good to her, never causing her the stress her daughter did, always willing to try the things her husband would shy away from.
One of Cassandra’s dainty gloved hands massages your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as her other hand is lodged in your sopping pussy, slowly fucking you with her long, slender fingers. It’s a privilege to have an audience with the councilwoman like this, so if you want to cum, you must beg for her, she says. At the same time, she’ll exhale lightly against your clit, teasing you all the more. You have no choice but to beg for her, not that you weren’t seconds away from dissolving in a blubbering mess anyway. The stimulation from her fingers alone was divine, but they were nowhere near enough to get you close to the edge. So you do, like a pathetic little puppy, you beg for her. You plead for her to let her anger and frustration out on you.
“Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Use me, give me all your stress. I’ll take it, all of it.”
If Cassandra’s feeling nice, she’s quick to give you what you asked so nicely for. She’ll move you to your back with your legs spread to make it easier on her own - you will never catch the counselor on her knees for anyone. She’s quick to press her de-gloved fingers back into your pulsing entrance, her mouth joining them this time, nibbling and suckling your clit. You try your hardest not to scream in pleasure- the last thing you want to do is alert someone to what is happening. But with all her stimulation, you can feel yourself tumbling toward the edge. Failure is inevitable, and you moan loudly when your orgasm consumes you.
Cassandra slows for maybe a minute as you're coming to, your pussy is pulsing around her fingers, and you’re trying to flinch away from how sensitive you feel, but she’s not stopping. She chuckles into you, steadying you with her free hand, “I’m still very frustrated, my dear. And we haven’t even gotten to the main course. I’m afraid you might need to readjust my schedule after lunch.”
Jayce would have you at the grand table in the conference hall after a relatively gruesome meeting. He would claim that after such a long boring conference, he needed a snack- he was “just absolutely famished.” You were quick to offer yourself to him, and he wasn’t hesitant to accept your offer. Jayce happily lapped at your cunt, savoring your juices almost as if he had been without food and water for weeks. There was nothing more Jayce wanted than to taste your sweet release, and he had you close to cumming relatively quickly. Jayce is incredibly skilled with his mouth; while his tongue works dutifully, leaving long broad strokes through your folds, one of his hands stimulates your clit. His thumb circles it without remorse, and you’re sure you’re falling apart then and there. But to your surprise and dismay, he halts his movements.
“Well, don’t stop now that you’ve gotten caught,” Councilwoman Medarda stood tall and as elegant as ever in the doorway. You didn’t hear her come in. In shock, you try to get up, but Jayce halts you. Heeding her wishes, Jayce continues, holding you in place with his free hand.
“I- Councilwoman- I-I’m sorry!” You squeak, trying to shuffle away from the persistent counselor between your legs.
She strolls into the room, her hips delightfully swaying as she makes her way to join you. “Don’t be. You’re not the one in trouble- What a good aide you’ve been, helping this greedy dog get his fix,” Mel says. She stands in the inner portion of the table, near your head, peering down at you. She reaches down and begins gently massaging your breasts. “I think if the poor dog wants to eat so bad, we should let him eat, and eat, and eat until his heart's content.”
There's no time for you to ponder or even process what she means. Your first orgasm comes crashing over you as Jayce takes your clit between his lips and pushes his fingers into your dripping heat. He doesn’t stop, and you can quickly feel the familiar tension returning in your lower abdomen. You attempt and fail to choke back sobs from the overstimulation. His fingers thrust in and out of you with remarkable precision and consistency. As you cum a second time, Mel comforts you by wiping the sweat from your brow and cooing gently in your ear. “There, there. If you waste all your tears night now, you won’t have any for the main event.”
Silco was a busy, busy man. It’s hard work running the undercity and raising a daughter with a loaded, trauma-filled past. So naturally, after a relatively long week of chem barron negotiations that went virtually nowhere, Silco’s patience was wearing thin. He didn’t have time to entertain you or put up with your bratty antics. That, however, has never stopped you, and you don’t take neglect from your beloved too well. If anything, it makes it ten times harder on Silco. You ramp up your brattiness and constantly interrupt his work until he snaps, deciding nothing can move forward until you’re punished.
Paper and pens are strewn off his large oak desk in seconds, and your body replaces them just as quickly. You're bent over the cold surface, standing on the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him. Your knuckles pale as your grip tightens in anticipation around the edge of the desk. “Is this what you wanted, my attention?” Silco says as he makes quick work of discarding your undergarments. You hum “yes” happily when the cool air hits your sopping cunt.
“Well, now you’ve got it, my little dove,” he says, groping and massaging the globes of your ass. Don’t be fooled. Silco isn’t letting you off scot-free. Not after all the strife you’ve caused him. His right hand lifts from your ass, and before you have time to register what he might do with it, it’s coming back down hard against your behind. You let out a surprised squeak, tensing when Silco grabs the tingling flesh.
“ Count them,” he says simply. With little warning, the next one comes down as ruthlessly as the first.
One, two, three, four, five. You heed his command and count each one. Every harsh slap is heavy and quick, causing your breath to become quick and shallow.
Your ass is on fire, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from clenching desperately around nothing. As Silco harshly squeezes your burning flesh, his thumb makes its way to massage your tight button hole and your pussy entrance, teasing you. You whine and whither in his grasp. “Do you need something?” Silco’s low vibrato causes shivers to run down your spine.
“ I need you, please,” you whimper pathetically.
“We’ll get there, dove…Right now, we’re teaching you a thing or two about patience,” You can feel Silco’s warm breath graze against your entrance. “Keep counting.” He says as laps at your pussy.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. He slaps your neglected left side just as aggressively as the other. Both sides tingle, radiating heat as Silco devours you. It’s hard for you to focus, but you manage all while grinding back into Silco’s mouth.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Silco can tell you’re close by how you tense around his tongue, and your legs start quivering. He moves to suck on your sensitive clit, and you grind backward onto his nose. Moments later you're tipping over the edge, Silco guiding you through every second of pleasure.
Once you’ve caught your breath, Silco retreats, you don’t dare to move or get up. You hear him lick his wet lips and the metal buckle of his pants come undone. “Now onto the main course, my dove.”
Due to her hostile nature, Vi had spent the first several years of her sentence alone within the concrete walls of Stillwater. The only human interaction she’d had was between meal times when the guards would bring her a tray of gray slop and stale bread or during hygiene hour when she is granted daily access to the showers. One day that changed, instead of being delivered the usual atrocity that was lunch, you’re delivered. Whether it be because her behavior improved or because the prison had reached a certain capacity, Vi didn’t know. When she got a good look at you, she quickly decided she was grateful to have a new cellmate either way.
This innocence radiated from you, something Vi craved and hadn’t had for a long time. Something about you just screams, “she doesn’t belong here.” There's no way you were in this shit hole on anything more than petty charges, false ones even, Vi pondered.
You fall into your place in the natural hierarchy so easily as well. Vi didn’t have to fight or intimidate you for anything. She was in charge from the beginning. Food, necessities- anything she asks of you, you give her. You never ask much of it. She kept peering guards off your back and ensured no bigger fish came to snatch you up. Although, maybe you should’ve been more aware of the peering eyes just behind you or the monster sleeping above you, waiting for the perfect moment to devour you whole.
Before long, the tension you seem too naive to notice becomes almost overbearing for Vi. She’d asked you to scrub her down in the shower, wash her hair, and dry her off. You had done so dutifully, assuming the way she twitched beneath your fingers was due to stress and fatigue. It wasn’t until you found yourself face down against the cool bathroom counter and stripped of your lower garments that you considered anything else.
“V-Vi!?” you stammer. Alarmed, you begin to thrash, trying desperately to face your cellmate. Only you find it’s futile. With one hand, Vi has your arms in a firm, unrelenting hold behind your back.
“So innocent, so precious,” She drags out her words like a snake, grabbing and massaging your bare ass with her free hands. “I could just eat you whole.”
Vi leaves you with no time to ponder her words before her warm mouth finds your cunt. She moans loudly at the taste sending vibrations coursing through you. You try to fight her, but your resolve is already weakening drastically, and your thrashing only serves to push you further into her warmth.
“Mmh,” she hums. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
“Please…” you whimper.
“Please what? Do you want more?” She teases. Before you have time to deny her accusations, two of her fingers join her mouth, thrusting into your dripping hole. The feeling immediately shatters what’s left of your will to fight back. Kitten-like mews and whorish whimpers erupt from your throat.
“There, there,” she coos, as your walls tense and un-tense tightly around her fingers. She can tell you’re close already.
Her mouth finds its way to your sensitive clit, and she begins sucking hard. With the combined efforts of her mouth and fingers, you're cumming in no time. Screaming out her name as your release finds you, your juices spill down Vi’s face.
When she stands, her reflection in the mirror serves as your only method of looking at her. She wears a proud smirk on her face, watching as you pant and twitch beneath her. “What a good little slut you are. When we are done, everyone in Stillwater will know who you belong to.”
Next part- For Dinner - Set to include: Sevika, Renata Glasc, Finn, Jinx, Ambessa Medarda
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Roommates
Jayce Talis x Fem!Reader || NSFW || Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: Mention of sex toys, getting caught masturbating, oral sex (fem receiving), overstimulation, mentions of edging, P in V sex, cumming inside.
Synopsis: Jayce (your super hot roommate) doesn't know how to knock.
You’ve wanted Jayce since the moment you first saw him.
Back then, you’d been in need of a roommate, but hardly anyone had responded to your advertisement. It’d gotten to the point where you were ready to give up and starve, desperate to find a solution. Anyone that had the money to split the rent, and wasn’t a creep.
Like a saving grace, Jayce had answered your advertisement, the two of you had met up, and you’d figured out that he was essentially perfect within the first two minutes.
Jayce wasn’t a creep. Not even remotely.
He was likable, tall, polite. A natural at creating conversation in the awkward pauses where you tried not to stare at him; tried not to notice how he smelled of bergamot and vetiver.
He was single, too.
You never really understood that. People flocked over him in every situation, fawning over him, batting their eyelashes as they eye-fucked him through conversations. How on earth was he not taken, when he could have his picking of anyone? When he could have you even, though you never truly had the courage to offer yourself to him?
How could you, though, when he was the perfect roommate? When it risked you losing everything you’d grown so accustomed to as a year and a half stretched on?
Jayce was tidy. He never ate your food from the fridge, or left the toilet seat up, or kept you up into the night blasting music. You liked the arrangement the two of you shared over quiet nights in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket and poring over a book.
Sometimes he’d even bring you back your favorite snack from the grocery store, grinning down at you, reminding you of the endearing gap between his teeth.
When you got stuck on an assignment, he always seemed to know the answer. So damn smart. And, admittedly, he had pretty good taste in movies.
Yes, some of them may have been cheesy, but they always left you smiling. Feel-good, as he liked to call it, sprawled out over the couch, long legs and warm, callused hands, and the shirt that hugged him just right.
You’d often spend your nights daydreaming of ways to tell him how you felt - tell him that you were his for the taking, if he ever wanted you. Unfortunately, daydreams were much easier to manipulate than real life. You could manipulate the lines, the settings, the feelings to be whatever you wanted to be.
In life, you couldn’t do that. Confession was miserable, and you never found the courage to tell him.
As you find out one dreadful day, you don’t have to confess anything.
Instead, Jayce comes bursting through your bedroom door at the worst possible time - when you’re blissfully close to your climax, favorite vibrator fixed in hand, other hand gripping the sheets. When you’d forgotten to lock the door, thinking that he wouldn’t be home for another hour.
You just barely have the time to shut the vibrator off and throw your sheets over yourself when you hear him, a flurry of cotton and your heart thrumming violently in your chest and thanking the heavens that you’d kept your shirt on.
“Hey,” he says, seemingly not noticing anything amiss, “have you seen my, uh…”
And then he trails off, eyes fixed on your face, taking you in. Then, his gaze slowly trails downward. It fixes on two things: the vibrator that you’d neglected to cover, and your obvious bottle of lube. Very, very slowly, his cheeks go pink.
“I - I’m so sorry,” follows next. He covers his eyes, like that’ll somehow help the situation, then backs out of the room, feeling around at the doorway to help him. “Shit, I’m sorry. Fuck. Sorry.” With a bump, he bangs into the doorway, nursing the side of his head. “Ouch,” he hisses. “Sorry!”
In all his embarrassment, he leaves the door open.
Considering what just happened, you’re not exactly about to get up, ass bare, and shut it. Now when it risks him seeing you again, but this time even more exposed.
“It’d help you to learn how to knock,” you call, shaking like a leaf from the leftover adrenaline. “And to shut the door!”
“Right!”
Except he hesitates at the doorway when he sees you again, hovering around like he’s trying to decide on something.
Your face is burning like the fucking sun. What the hell is he doing?
“Well?” you ask. “Are you planning to join in, or are you going to close the door?”
You don’t mean your question literally, but that changes as soon as you see his face. Flushed, yes, but his pupils are blown wide, lips parted, eyes darting over you and then away as if he doesn’t know what to say.
“D-Do you want me to join in?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I?”
He can’t be serious, can he?
“If you want,” you say, voice shakier than you want it to be. “Then… yeah, I want that.”
He nods.
“I want it, too.”
The look in his eyes is giving you some new form of confidence that has you raising your chin and meeting his gaze.
“Then close the door and come here,” you instruct.
He’s quick to follow your instructions, shutting the door behind him with a soft click before he hesitantly approaches, halting at the foot of the bed.
It’s strange - it’s almost like he hasn’t ever done this before, but then again he hasn’t fucked anyone in the last year and a half (at least, not to your knowledge). He might just be ridiculously horny.
“Jayce,” you say, “what do you want?”
His eyes, which had been focused on the bottle of lube near you quickly flit back up to yours.
“I want to eat you out,” he says, swallowing hard. “I want to make you cum.”
In all your years, never once has a man told you he wants to eat you out. Most times, you’ve had to ask for it, and they’d complained the entire time and still hadn’t managed to make you cum.
The desperation Jayce clearly has for you is almost unbearable - it almost has you jumping him, tearing his clothes off, begging him to fuck you. Eating you out is a close second to that. You nod and slowly slide the sheets down your right thigh, and Jayce takes the opportunity to sit on the bed next to you.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
“You can do anything you want,” you tell him, and he doesn’t waste a moment before pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss is hungry - his hands find your waist immediately, slowly tugging your shirt up, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin of your stomach, tongue molding against yours. You fist a hand in his hair and he moans into your mouth, already getting hard in his jeans.
As the kiss deepens, he pulls the shirt up and off you, trailing his mouth, hot and wanting, down your neck. He presses feather-light kisses, gentle bites, soft nuzzles to the skin, trailing down to your bra.
“Fuck,” he says when he sees it - as if he hadn’t noticed it there before. As if the plain fabric is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
“You’re so… fuck,” he groans. “Sexy. Jesus.”
And with that, he unhooks your bra and tosses it off the bed, undoubtedly landing somewhere on your floor.
You were dripping before he’d come in. Now, well… if someone opened the dictionary to the word wet it’d probably be a picture of you.
“Don’t stop,” you manage, practically panting as he makes his way down your stomach, stopping at your hips to nip near the bone and draw shuddering gasps out of you.
Your hand reaches down to grab his hair again but you find his hand instead, his grip steady on yours. Of course he’d hold hands during sex. Still, you can’t say that you mind. It has you flustered, soft. Pliable for him.
The warmth of his breath on your thigh already has you shivering, twitching at the feeling. He takes his time leaving hickeys up their expanse, kissing the soft flesh.
Then he slides lower.
The first breath on your clit has you jerking away from his touch. He presses his mouth to you ever so softly, then with more pressure, and you moan and grab the sheets with your free hand, absentmindedly grinding into his face.
“Fuck, Jayce,” you manage, mouth suddenly dry. You swallow hard, shutting your eyes and sinking into the feeling of his tongue slowly tracing circles around your clit, running long strokes against you with his mouth until you nearly cum then and there.
In response to your words, Jayce only groans. Never pulling away, never letting up. He’s like a man starved, arm hooked around your thigh to keep you still, other hand gripped in yours, firm but not painful, making you shudder and shake and whine for him until you almost can’t take it anymore.
You’d been so close before he came in that it doesn’t take you long to get there again - letting out a quick gasp and squeezing his hand.
“I’m close,” you manage.
He pauses for the briefest moment, sinks into you a little more, and promptly sucks on your clit.
The orgasm hits you like a fucking hammer - knocking the wind out of you, forcing your soul out of your body. You lose all sense of where you are as white-hot waves of pleasure sweep over you. You’re just barely aware that you’re moaning.
As you come down a little more, you realize that Jayce hasn’t stopped eating you out. Your breath hits your lungs in a sharp, desperate sound as you start to squirm from overstimulation.
“Jayce,” you breathe, “holy shit.”
He pauses for a moment, fingers trailing over your thigh.
“Want me to stop?”
You pause for a moment.
“No,” you decide. “Keep going.”
More than happy to oblige, Jayce hooks your right thigh over his shoulder and goes back to work. Considering your sensitivity, his tongue is softer this time - light, gentle strokes, giving you a little space to recover as he slowly builds you up.
It feels fucking amazing. When you jerk away, his hand tightens on your hip - essentially holding you down, and you've never had anything like this before. You’re making sounds that are wildly inappropriate, and you’re thanking everything possible that you don’t live in a shitty apartment building with paper-thin walls.
As heat floods you and your back begins to arch, Jayce takes the opportunity to add in his fingers - much longer than yours, warm, thick. He starts with one, finding zero resistance, and immediately adds another.
Fuck, you think, and then you’re gone.
As your second orgasm crashes over you - faster than you could ever get yourself there - your soul seems to leave your body. The world fuzzes and blurs, pleasure hums through your veins, and you clench around Jayce’s fingers.
It takes you a long moment to come down, panting. It’s then you realize that your hand is still tangled up in Jayce’s. He’s taken to pressing soft kisses everywhere he can - your thighs, your hips.
“Come up here,” you request.
He’s still fully dressed, his shirt hugging his arms as he pushes up to you, leaving one final kiss on your thigh. Then he kisses your lips, still tasting of you. Post-climax, your brain is fogged over and your actions are clumsy. All you know is that you want him inside you, and that you can’t wait for it much longer.
Hooking your fingers under his shirt, you tug at it until he gets the picture and pulls it up over his head. Then you freeze.
You’ve seen Jayce shirtless before - after morning runs, standing bright-eyed in the kitchen, sweat shimmering on his skin, chest still heaving from the exercise. You’d had to leave the room every time, trying desperately not to think of that image when your hand found its way under the waistband of your pants and between your legs.
But now he’s on top of you - available to run your hands over, and you can’t resist the opportunity to do just that.
He whines when you touch him, burying his face in your neck as you map your way over his shoulder-blades, over his biceps and forearm, everywhere you can reach.
“You’re gorgeous,” you murmur. “You know that, pretty boy?”
He lets out a whimper.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
That sentence, in addition to the fact that you can feel how hard he is against you - aching to be relieved - has you fucking desperate for him. You’re ready to start grinding against his leg.
“I want you inside me, Jayce,” you request. “Please - fuck me.”
He lifts up from your neck, sitting up to undo his jeans with shaking hands, shuddering as you touch his shoulders, kissing up his neck from behind.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” you hum, nipping at his ear. “So fucking… smart, and… sexy, and nice? How the hell has no one snatched you up yet?”
“I wanted you,” he confesses. “I’ve been trying to ask you out to dinner for months, but… I got nervous, I guess.”
You bite him a little harder and he winces, lifting his hips from the bed to pull his jeans down his legs. In apology, you leave a soft kiss on the mark you’ve just left, one that will undoubtedly bloom purple against his skin.
“Well, I guess we skipped dinner,” you say with a light laugh, nuzzling into his neck. “Unless you still want that, in which case… I’m free on Thursday?”
Jayce, still in his boxers, twists to face you in a single fluid motion, pushing you onto your back again, hands fixing on your wrists as he pins you down. His knees end up framing your waist as he grins down at you, loosening his grip.
“Thursday sounds like a plan,” he says, giving you another kiss. Then he moves downward, tugging his underwear off, propping your legs apart with his knee and lining himself up with your entrance.
He groans as he pushes into you, so wet for him that he slides all the way inside you with one motion.
You choke out a moan and grab against his back, nails clawing into the skin.
“Holy fuck,” he pants. “Feel so… fucking good for me. Fuck.”
After all the time he’d been hard and leaking for you, it doesn’t take him very long to get close - but each time he gets to the edge, he slows down, pressing his forehead to yours, brows creasing.
He’s edging himself, essentially. That, combined with the way he’s whining, the way he’s rambling on about how good you feel, how perfect you are - the way his cock is stretching you, lengthy and thick - it all has you approaching yet another climax.
“Christ,” you manage. “Jayce, I’m going to cum again.”
Jayce whimpers, his pace halting for a moment.
“Tell - tell me where to cum,” he clenches out. “Fuck. Fuck.”
“Inside,” you breathe. “I- It’s safe. Cum inside me.”
He thrusts harder into you - thrusts that have you clenching around him - and groans, biting your shoulder and cums inside you.
You’re quick to follow him into your third orgasm, legs tightening around his waist, one hand fisting in his hair, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you.
It goes quiet for a moment after that as the two of you recover, shaking, coming down from your respective climaxes.
Your mouth is incredibly dry, and you find yourself swallowing hard, trying to catch your breath. Pushing loose strands of hair out of Jayce’s face, you laugh a little, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“That was pretty fucking good,” you tell him. “Want to go another round?”
Jayce laughs with you, burying his face in your neck.
“Yeah,” he says. “Just… give me five minutes.”
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Arcane Masterlist
Angst - 🖤
Fluff - 💜
Smut - ❤️🔥
Viktor
Headcanons
💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on
💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You
💜Random Viktor x Reader Relationship Headcanons
💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have
💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O
💜How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys you
💜❤️🔥More Viktor Headcanons
💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
💜Drunk Viktor Headcanons
💜How Arcane Characters Flirt
💜Arcane characters with and S/O that get Angry Easily
💜Arcane Characters with an S/O who likes to give Forehead/Hand Kisses
💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
💜Viktor x Reader who Loves his Accent and Hands
💜Viktor and Jayce x TransMasc! Reader
💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You
💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you
💜Viktor with and S/O with Joint Problems
💜Viktor with an S/O with Asthma
💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
💜Viktor x Fem! Councillor! Reader
💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse
💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch
🖤💜Viktor with and S/O Struggling with Depression
💜Viktor and Jayce with an S/O that Struggles with sleep
Fics
❤️🔥Mornings like This - Viktor x Fem! Reader (Cringe warning, this was literally the very first smut fic I had ever posted)
🖤💜Emotions are Great, aren’t They? - Viktor x Fem! Reader
Summary: You and Viktor have been Dancing around each other’s feelings for years, both convinced the other doesn’t feel the same way. When Sky enters the picture, clearly head over heels for the man, you can’t help but feel jealous. Viktor notices and finally decides to take matters into his own hands.
Shitposts/Textposts
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said
Arcane Memes
Marshmallow Shenanigans
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said Pt.2
Sleep Deprivation is Wack
Jayce
💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on
💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You
💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have
💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O
💜How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys you
💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
💜How Arcane Characters Flirt
💜Arcane characters with and S/O that get Angry Easily
💜Arcane Characters with an S/O who likes to give Forehead/Hand Kisses
💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You
💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you
💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse
💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch
💜Sleepy Jayce Headcanons
💜Prince! Jayce x Royal! Reader (kinda angsty if you squint)
💜Jayce with an Affectionate S/O
Fics
💜Flustered - Jayce x GN! Reader
💜Comfort - Jayce x GN! Reader
💜A less than Romantic Proposal - Jayce x GN! Reader
Shitposts/Textposts
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said
Arcane Memes
Marshmallow Shenanigans
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said Pt.2
Sleep Deprivation is Wack
Silco
💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on
💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You
💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have
💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O
💜How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys you
💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
💜How Arcane Characters Flirt
💜Arcane characters with and S/O that get Angry Easily
💜Arcane Characters with an S/O who likes to give Forehead/Hand Kisses
💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You
💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you
💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse
💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch
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Ew, Affection
Vi
💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on
💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You
💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have
💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O
💜How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys you
💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
💜How Arcane Characters Flirt
💜Arcane characters with and S/O that get Angry Easily
💜Arcane Characters with an S/O who likes to give Forehead/Hand Kisses
💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You
💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you
💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse
💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch
Fics
💜Piltover Parties - Vi x Fem! Reader
Shitposts/Textposts
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said
Arcane Memes
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said Pt.2
Jinx
💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on
💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You
💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have
💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O
💜How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys you
💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
💜How Arcane Characters Flirt
💜Arcane characters with and S/O that get Angry Easily
💜Arcane Characters with an S/O who likes to give Forehead/Hand Kisses
💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You
💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you
💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse
💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch
Fics
💜Jinx x GN! Reader
Summary: Jinx asks you to braid her hair because you’re the only of that does it right.
Shitposts/Textposts
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said
Arcane Memes
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said Pt.2
Mel
💜Mel x Artist! Reader (sort of angsty if you squint)
💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on
💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You
💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have
💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O
💜How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys you
💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
💜How Arcane Characters Flirt
💜Arcane characters with and S/O that get Angry Easily
💜Arcane Characters with an S/O who likes to give Forehead/Hand Kisses
💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You
💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you
💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse
💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch
Shitposts/Textposts
Arcane Memes
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soft partner who is super strong || arcane x reader
with Vander, Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Caitlyn, Vi, & Jinx
tags: slight canon typical violence/explosions, alcohol consumption, cursing, established relationships, lots of fluff and silliness :3 gn!reader as usual! ;D
Vander
He enjoyed teasing you, keeping things out of your reach so that you'd have to ask for his help. He adored being your big, strong man and coming to your aid. Need the jar opened? You've got it! Can't reach those cups at the top shelf? Hang on, darlin', your Vander's got it!
Remodeling The Last Drop had been a spur of the moment ordeal. Two patrons had destroyed half the booze display shelf in a drunken brawl, leaving Vander to clean up the mess and shell out some coin to order the replacements. He would've rebuilt it himself if he had any lumber, but carpentry wood had been scarce as of late.
"Hey, love, which side would you like this to go?"
Vander lifts his head at your words, his eyes damn near popping out of his skull as you casually stop carrying the shelf-- heavy wooden drawers and glass doors in and all-- with such ease. Like you were carrying a bin of trash to the edge of the street."How in the bloody fuck are you doing that, darlin'?" He baffles, watching as you easily squeeze the shelf along its matching partner.
"Oh, you know. You bend down-- it's very important to lift with your legs not your back-- and you grasp your hands on both sides and--"
"Very funny, smartass." Vander doesn't bother to hide his chuckle. He then realized you never needed his help to open those jars in the first place.
Silco
The last thing this kingpin expected was to be caught up in the crossfires between his own men and the Firelights especially not when he was out and about with you. Silco also wasn't expecting you to completely rip off an entire steel paneling of a scrapped boat beached near the murky water and use it as a bloody shield. The two of you were able to return to his office without harm, Silco immediately pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He slumps into his seat with a heavy sigh.
"Darling," he starts, already sounding exasperated. "Just when were you going to tell me you had such gorgeous strength?" Silco toys with the lip of his glass, his eyes flickering to you. You grin wide, unphased.
Quickly, you chirped, "You never asked!" With your signature beaming smile. Silco fights the urge to smack his face with his hand.
"...I hadn't ever considered it a possibility to even ask, but consider me intrigued, dearest. What more can you do? Show me."
Viktor
He's lethally smart and typically a man who doesn't bother asking anyone for help, let alone you, his precious partner. Viktor is often determined to do everything on his own, with a very destructive mindset of 'I'm not useful if I'm not being productive' . Even for Piltover's smartest man, sometimes he did require extra help.
His latest invention was one of stealth and mass. A creation not unlike a Firelight's hovercraft, but much more heavy-duty. It wasn't built for a rider but to be used as a drone-- it was controlled completely by a remote device. Built to shoulder more cargo with an automated turret on the back. Somewhere buried in his mathematics, Viktor miscalculated the dimensions of the clamps meant to hold the mammoth device as he sat in front of it.
Before a ton of weight could come tumbling down on top of him, you had stopped it with ease. Lifting it high over your head, Viktor was in awe. What a true ethereal beauty you are.
Jayce
"I was thinking about this new design for the Atlas gauntlents--... H-How are you lifting that? That's impossible!" Jayce gawks. The sheer amount of iron you carried was inhuman, yet you carried it with such ease that would have the toughest brawler crying to be done. Back and forth, you placed all of his ingots used for smelting off to the side of Jayce's barren new workshop.
You give him an easy grin, smile teasing. "Iron isn't that heavy, Jayce." Shooting him a playful wink, you set the last bulk of the iron aside to return to planning out the blueprint for the forge. Jayce could only blink in disbelief, speechless, and shook his head. Maybe next time he could hire you to help him versus paying others to do it.
Caitlyn
There wasn't much that seemed to surprise Caitlyn anymore. Much of the true nature and cruelty of the world already lived right under Piltover's noses. The existence of Shimmer alone was proof of that.
While working a festival, an explosion near the city square alerted Caitlyn and the other Enforcers to the location. No doubt one of Silco's goons. She looked towards the booth where you had been worked, panic erupting in her stomach when she realized you weren't there.
Upon entering the scene, she was more alarmed than surprised to see you there, helping recover civilians trapped beneath the rubble using such super strength she'd never known you could do before.
Immediately she's at your side, assessing the damage and calling for backup and medical attention for those affected. She'll ask you of this later, for now, the civilians are more important. It was a miracle that you were there to help--and she was relieved you were unharmed. You were the miracle.
Vi
She knew you were strong and capabke of many things. She wasn't aware of one of those things being you could send an Enforcer through several brick and mortar walls. Let alone with a single punch! You truly never cease to amaze her!!
Vi's heart skips a beat in her chest. You wipe your hands across your pants, blowing away the remaining dust collected across your knuckles.
You haven't even broken skin, no sign of blood or marring across your seemingly delicate hands. When you face her, she's got a wide dopey grin on her face and makes the first comment that comes to mind.
"Holy shit, babe. That was hot."
Jinx
She, like everyone else, was quite well-aware of your strength. You enjoyed carrying her around with ease-- she enjoyed it too! The exact magnitude of strength, however, was a mystery.
Until the day finally came where she would learn just how truly powerful her partner was. A foot chase broke out between you and a downed Firelight. The perpetrator in question towing a large rucksack of valuables meant for the Chem-Barons. Jinx had been following the chase along the rooftops of Zaun, doing her best to keep up.
With a snarl, Jinx watched as you hefted a sturdy steel pole that your arms barely wrapped around and slammed it in front of the Firelights, narrowly crushing them beneath its sheer weight.
"Got'cha." You snarked, picking up the rucksack and tossing it over your shoulder. "Let's leave this one for Silco to deal with, honey." You crouch down and grab the unconscious Firelight's shoulder.
Jinx grinned wide. She wasn't used to seeing you so, so feral! She loved it!! You were normally so composed and gentle. She liked this side of you.
"You got it, toots!"
Ekko
The poor boy is a bit lost and confused. The Firelight's hoverboard gear was far from light, it certainly wasn't the heaviest, but he certainly hadn't expected his sweet partner to use the modified tech to smack an entire cargo blimp across the sky and into the sea near the docks.
Shimmering purple water bubbled to the surface, surely infested the already bizarre and chemically unnatural sea life that lurked beneath the water's depths.
"Whoa, I didn't know you had that sorta strength in ya!" Ekko folds his arms across his chest. "Not ideal that that stuff's in the ocean, but Zaun's done worse..." He shakes his head and hops onto his board, offering his hand to you. You accept and he hauls you up behind him. "Let's ditch this scene, yeah, babe?" He snickers, his mask distorting the sound slightly. His board zips to life, leaving green streaks in its wake.
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A Night to Remember
Includes: Viktor x Reader (gn)
Tags: nsfw, finger sucking, gn reader, porn with plot, eventual smut, wholesome, pinning, viktor doms you yes, casual drinking.
Summary: Parties were never really your favorite thing; but giving into Mel's request, you decide to attend, and keep your lover Viktor some warm company. What is bound to happen when passion begins boiling between you two lovebirds?
"May the celebration begin!" The dazzling councilwoman exclaimed, before the room was consumed over a wave of glasses clanking together in unison. You found yourself sitting in one of the nearby tables, toying with the flowery petals that decorated the extravagant-looking centerpiece.
"I thought you weren't coming." Butterflies fluttered inside of you as you saw Viktor quickly come down from behind the stage towards your table, and approached to kiss your cheek. "Never thought these kind of events were really your cup of tea." He sat down.
"Well..
At the core, you've never been an enjoyer of social gatherings of this size and caliber. "I don't have a place there." You insisted to Mel as she rummaged through your wardrobe. It's not like it was going to work anyways; everyone, incluiding you, seemed to always give into her requests. The thought of her being some kind of sorceress with mind control powers has crossed your mind before, but you'd rather not focus on such impossible things this early in the morning.
Placing her hand close to your shoulder, the councilwoman gave you a comforting smile. "Well, I still think you should be present. Viktor's coming too, you know... And.. I believe you two are very fond of each other.. isn't that correct?"
"I-"
"Give it a chance, darling. You'll look just as beautiful as starlight." Medarda pulled a particularly elegant outfit from inside the closet. Adorned with a radiant smile, she posed herself on your left. "What do you say?"
"So you said yes, I presume..?" A snarky look emerged from Viktor's face as he turned around at you, to which, you gleefully responded to with the most extreme display of annoyance you have ever showed to anyone.
"What makes you think that, Vik?"
A chuckle escaped from his mouth. "Seeing you standing in front of me, looking as beautiful as you ever were." Your expression shifted into absolute embarassment; even though you had been together for a couple of years now, the thought of him going out of his zone ocasionally to surprise you with heart warming words still hit like a truck, especially in public.
"Viktor!" You exclaimed in shame as red shaded your cheeks. "Are you drunk?"
"Eeh." He shaked his head in disagreement. "Sudden experimentation often leads to the best results, and in our case-- I have to say, I quite enjoyed seeing your reaction."
"Can't say I didn't like it either." As the sight of his amber eyes pulled you deeper into him, your lips quickly found way over his, sharing a loving moment in a chaotic moment. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the speech, not the rest of the people. Only you two. Could this moment last forever, you would opt for it without a single thought.
"O-OoOh!" A small curse escapes your lips as both you and Viktor pull away from each other at the unpleasant surprise.
"H-Hey! Jayce." You stammered in awkwardness, luckily, your lover was quick to back you up. "What brings you here?" A certain insecurity seemed to develop under his voice. The man gulped. "I- Uh, well.." He laughed. "I, I, DRINKS! Yeah, you guys, uh. Want.. drinks? THERE'S THE TABLE OVER THERE AND I-" A greater, much more, delicate presence took over the conversation.
"Come on now Jayce, stop nagging them." After Mel's gracious words, he seemed to retreat while mouthing the words "i'm sorry" in what looked to be a very funny display. The woman approached his ear and whispered something, which seemed to send the man flying accross into the bartending area.
"So sorry for that." Merdarda apologized. "Jayce can have very.. uh, wrong timings sometimes."
"At this point, I don't really mind him. He's fun to tease, although.. well we were pretty much in the middle of something very important." He approached your ear and whispered in a very low raspy tone. "Which we will continue later on, of course."
Jayce came back to the party with a tray of freshly-made martinis, leaving them over the table and sitting next to Mel.
"A toast. For our future."
So, here you were; the greatest event of the year. The beautiful chandeliers adorning the ceiling seemed almost blinding-- on a good way-- which would probably make Mel happy. Hours passed, yet, excitement remained present in the atmosphere.
"Vik, look what I found!"
"Hm?"
"It's an ionian treat. They say it tastes like magic." Overflown with excitement you screamed and shaked. "It's wonderful, isn't it!?"
Viktor smiled at your beauty; not only was he admiring your emotion, but also everything you had brought into his life. Love, happiness, and a spark he never thought was still inside of him.
"But I want you to try it." You added, lifting the small treat and leaving it on his hands. "Me? Why?" The man questioned in surprise. "I thought you were.. excited to try it."
You rolled your eyes in irony. "I have something else in mind."
"Oh, alright." He obviously didn't understand what you suggested, but oh well. "It's.." He whispered as he surely made fast work of the tart. "It's sweet, and there's a hint of... anise?"
"Is it good?"
"Yes, very. You have very, very good taste."
"Can I try it then?" A smile formed around your face, as your hands seemed to reach out for his chest, pulling him closer against you.
You both resumed the interrupted fling from earlier, but this time, something was different; Viktor's moves seemed much more erratic, almost as if he had been holding it in for a long time.
"My.." He whimpered, just before your lips met his again, pulling you even closer to him as his slim fingers went through your hair with care. None of you cared anymore. Even if there's people around. Even if Jayce or Mel are looking from the corner of the room, it simply, did not matter any longer.
Your hand went down on his chest, down to his torso, as you slowly appreciated each one of his body muscles.
You both needed each other. More than ever. Right now.
And nobody was going to change that.
As soon as the door of the spare guest bedroom closed behind you, Viktor leaned you against a wall, as his wild, uncontrolled kissed made his way down to your neck.
"Ngh.. Viktor, I-" You moaned out, but he quickly put his index finger over your mouth. "Shh.." He whispered. "We don't know if there's people around here.."
You nodded, silently enduring the delicious sensation his handscaressing your chest caused to all of your body. You felt the tips of his fingers trailing around your chest from under your clothes, spinning circles around your upper body.
His lips were back against yours, and you felt the hotness of his breath melting your worries away as Viktor carried you over the bed. Completely laid down, the man began stripping your clothes away with such an attention to detail; starting with your underpants, and making his way into your underwear.
His hand reached between your legs, stroking you through the cloth, to which, he was shocked. "You're.. wet. This is.. for me?" He whispered. "I wonder... just how long... you had been thinking about it." Moving your undies to the side, Viktor began eating you out almost desperately, all while shushing you everytime he felt you got louder.
He pulled away. "Mind the sound..."He said once again, but how were you supposed to keep quiet, while you felt his fingers reach for your insides?
His tongue drooled over you, savoring every detail, every stroke, every slurp, with pure and unfiltered passion.
By this point, his shirt had been unbuttoned, except for his tie, which was strangely kept around his neck.
Spreading your legs wide open, Viktor climbed over the bed.
He invited you to take them off, to which, you complied, and as soon as you lowered the elastic, his big member flopped out; you could tell he was as hungry, and as needy as you were.
He began introducing himself inside of you; giving you time to adjust. By this point, it was impossible to stop the muffled moans escaping from your mouth everytime you felt how it throbbed, and how it pulled back and deeper with each of his slow thrusts.
He was quite long, and you could swear, it was reaching places you never thought anyone else ever would, and you were fucking crazy about it.
As his thrusts gained more confidence and began ramping up in speed, a whine left your lips, to which, he shook in surprise.
Two fingers from his left hand suddenly found their way inside your mouth, hoping it would help reduce the sound of your breathy moans.
Oh god. This turned you on more than he could have possibly imagined; the stimulation from his hips pushing into yours sent you spiraling into a storm of whines and moans, all which, were very faintly reduced by his slim fingers twirling inside of your mouth.
"I- I-." He moaned out, with the most of his efforts attempting to still nullify any possible sound, yet, it all seemed futile.
"I lo-love you!"
Pulling his fingers out of you, he pulled you closer towards him, getting one last kiss as climax finally reached bay; the combined sensation of his hot breath, his spasming d*ck inside of you, and your shaky legs; you both managed to end at the same time, together.
After a few seconds, Viktor pulled out of you, watching the entirety of his cum drip out of your entrance and over the bed.
Before words could come out of him, you pulled him into the bed alongside you. "Can I ask you something?"
"Ask away, darling." Viktor responded.
"What was the party even for?"
"I have.. no fucking idea."
Writer's Note: And that's the end! I hope if you got all the way here, you enjoyed it! I love writing wholesome, yet... spicy things like these! I'm still looking forward for a full-on long Viktor story, but it will probably be a bit until it sees light. Gotta make sure it's perfect :･ﾟ✧
I want to thank anyone who's liked/reblogged/or even just read my past works- It truly means a lot, and I want to say, thank you! Have a wonderful night.
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How would Arcane Viktor and Jayce react to x musician reader performing for them? The three songs I did was New Genesis, I’m Invincible, and Silhouette by AmaLee. Honestly the reason I did those three songs was because when I play the song I always think about singing them to Viktor and Jayce because the themes in the songs are love, building a new future, and legacy.
a/n: yessss, personally i associate are you satisfied by marina with jayce and i bet on losing dogs by mitski with viktor
warnings: none :)
viktor
🕷️ i like to believe viktor knows how to play piano
🕷️ he overheard you singing a made up melody to harmonize as he played piano in the other room
🕷️ absolutely mesmerized and loves listening to you sing especially when you sing to him only
🕷️ you eventually have your own little band where you’ll play at bars and such
🕷️ when you and viktor have had a little too much wine, you’ll dance in either the living room or kitchen while you sing
🕷️ he always gets a small smile on his face hanging on to every syllable
🕷️ doesn’t like singing himself but i feel like he has a unique singing voice
🕷️ like imagine a fireplace and vintage aged wine in a glass with the smell of faint cigarettes in the air kind of voice if that makes sense
🕷️ you occasionally duets with viktor playing the piano and you singing right by his side
jayce
🕷️ oh god
🕷️ he loves hearing you sing but as soon as he found out, he felt the need to tell everyone how good of a singer you were
🕷️ it truly comes from a place of love and pride but it’s also kind of embarrassing
🕷️ to you at least
🕷️ whenever you two have free time, he usually requests a song and listens while having this love sick look in his eyes as his hand supports his head
🕷️ i’m sorry but i feel like he cannot sing but i believe he is aware of it
🕷️ he doesn’t have a bad voice, he’s just a little tone deaf 💀
🕷️ if you sing to him while he’s resting his head on your lap as you play with his hair, he almost immediately falls asleep
🕷️ looks very peaceful when sleeping and isn’t a very aggressive snorer
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Viktor X Clingy! Reader
Characters: Viktor, Heimerdinger and Jayce
Tags: Clingy! Reader, physical affection, precautions, established relationship, Viktor being Viktor, Flustered! Viktor, shenanigans, fluff and just borderline cuteness.
Warning: None. SFW.
A/N: So my beloved requested this bad boy to me, but I accidentally deleted the ask. My bad, big screw up on my part. Regardless, this one is for you, my love! And I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Viktor finds the fact that you are so clingy to be cute… Most of the time.
When you both are together and relaxing, he loves having you close.
You can ask him to cuddle you or hold you close and he will do exactly that.
Sometimes your time together can be as simple as holding hands or escalate to the both of you sharing the bed together.
But at work? It’s kind of... Awkward...
You have to constantly remember that Viktor is Heimerdinger’s assistant and Jayce’s right hand man, two men in the council of Piltover.
Not to mention he is a man of endless progress.
So he doesn’t exactly have time to hug you, cuddle you or shower you in affection during his experiments.
You can whine as much as you want, but in his own words, he won’t be distracted…
… Until he gets distracted.
Words won’t exactly do wonders for him, but that’s why we have actions.
Hold his hand and he’ll squeeze it back, only for a second though.
Want to hug him or hold him from behind? That works a little bit since he rubs your arms but goes back to work.
Sitting in his lap? Nuclear option.
Just your weight on his body and the way your arms wrap around him with the addition of sweet nothings in the form of whispers can prove to stop his progress.
Either Viktor will get all red and nervous or he’ll become a stuttering mess.’
Regardless, his work will not get done when you get in this position. So victory is yours!
He will be more stern on touch and clinginess if he’s working on something rather important and dangerous, i.e. the Hexcore.
He knows you mean well most of the time and that you love him so much. He loves you too and loves to hold you and kiss you even more.
But if he has to keep his space for your safety, he will.
Besides! You always have after work to cuddle, kiss and embrace one another to your heart’s content!
Arcane requests are currently open! :D
Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day!
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Jayce and Viktor are "science partners" they say, like they don't act like a married couple
#arcane#arcane league of legends#jayvik#viktor x jayce#i mean theyve been working together for like what? 6 years? some marriages dont even last that long#they got everything you could need in a marriage; bickering glancing at eachother like “you see this shit?” post-martial affairs-#related but also unrelated i just want to see victor snap you know maybe not at jayce but someone else at least. he deserves it#let viktor go ape shit 2024#also sorry if i mix up victor and viktor because theres another certain dubious scientist who has been plagueing my mind named Victor
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