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xoxo-honeyy · 11 months

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wake-up call

^ he's such a scrumptious dilf, jus' wanna eat him up

summary: you wake up to strange noises coming from the bathroom and decide to go investigate. when you open the door, you find vander in a very compromising position...

warnings: afab reader, unprotected vaginal sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), cuddle fucking, dom!vander, sub!reader, tried very hard not to describe readers looks (implied chubby reader? kind of), somewhat of a size kink? (blink and you'll miss), male masturbation, use of pet names (princess, love), cockwarming, barely proofread, reader walks vander like a dog, smut that ends in fluff. reader is a stressed out mama, porn with little plot, please let me know if I've missed anything!

author's note: so i wanted to write a somno fic with vander but i didn't really know how to go about it so here's this mess that i don't know what to do with! this is also crossposted on ao3 at xoxo_honey!

wc: 1.6k

It had been a long day at work. Fights needed to be broken up, various repairs had to be made, and one of the beer taps broke which made business go a lot slower than usual. All of this caused Vander to come home a lot later than he usually did which put him in a bad mood.

All day while he was at work, Vander couldn't stop thinking about you. your soft touch. The way your plush body slotted perfectly against his. How you curled up against him this morning when he tried to get out of bed. the way your tight cunt wrapped around his cock so perfectly the night before, drowning him in orgasmic bliss. And all day he was trying desperately to force those thoughts away to avoid any awkward boner situations with his customers. but, towards the end of the night, his nasty thoughts came back in full force and flooded his head with a lust-filled haze.

So when he got home, Vander already had two strikes against him. He was grumpy and sporting a half-hard cock.

He unlocked the front door and closed it behind him. He quietly crept past the kids' room and made his way into your shared bed where you were snoring softly.

Today hasn't been much better for you either. It was your day off of work so you decided to take the kids around the undercity and entertain them with the various light shows and firework displays. What a terrible idea. Not only were all of the children extremely giddy to spend the day with you, but they also made pancakes loaded with sugar and syrup to get them extra hyper.

So, your day consisted of carting four restless, sugar-high kids around the Undercity, but you were also running on little to no sleep thanks to Vander and his outrageous libido.

When it was time to get back to your dingy little apartment, the five of you were exhausted and decided to go to bed early.

Unlucky for you, a horny and cranky Vander had just laid down right next to you. The neon lights shone in through the moth-eaten curtains of your bedroom and cast a dim glow over your sleeping form, outlining the plump curve of your breasts and highlighting the gorgeous planes of your face. Which really wasn't helping Vanders...situation at all.

Deciding that he needed to relieve himself before getting a good night's sleep, Vander moved to get back up from the comfort of your shared bed and made his way to the bathroom.

It had been a while since he needed to jerk off. Trying to remember how exactly he used to do it before you came along, his mind started to wander to different pictures of you. Vander could only remember your lips wrapped around the base of his cock while his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you gag and moan around him.

Fuck.

The soft clinking of his belt becoming undone filled the muggy air of the cramped bathroom. Vander moved his pants and boxer down so they hung low on his waist, exposing just enough so his girthy dick was able to spring free from its confines.

He spit on the palm of his large hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly moving it up and down. The rough calluses on his palm only served as a reminder of your soft one stroking his cock, finding different ways to tease him and make him cum. he moved his hand back up his penis and made contact with his leaking tip. His thumb moved back and forth over the slit and more pre-cum spilled down his length.

No longer able to control the noises coming out of his mouth, Vander bit down on a wad of his shirt. But this only helped stifle the sounds to a certain extent.

Down the hall in your bedroom, you were awakened out of your stupor because of strange noises coming from the bathroom. worried that one of the kids was sick, or god forbid, there was an intruder in the house, you decided to get out of bed and go investigate.

As you made your way down the hall, the noises became clearer and they were similar to the noises you heard during previous nights. You immediately knew who was in the bathroom.

You opened the door and found Vander hunched over with his hard cock in his fist, with his balled-up shirt in his mouth.

Now Vander had three strikes against him. He got caught and was still horny, but his bad mood lessened upon seeing your beautiful face.

Immediately Vander moved to pull his pants up while fumbling over his words trying to come up with an adequate explanation as to what exactly he was doing.

You quickly cut him off, "What are you doing?" a slight smirk played at your lips. You knew exactly what he was doing.

"M sorry princess, didn't mean to wake you." He avoided the question.

Stepping closer to him you responded in a soft, sultry, whisper, "That's not what I asked."

Stopping his actions, you took his erect tip into your hands and started stroking him. Repeating the same motions he was doing just moments before. He immediately let out a guttural moan and you stopped your teasing movements.

You turned your back to him and walked out of the bathroom knowing full well he was hot on your trail.

The two of you made it into your bed and laid down, but Vander was confused, "What are you doing love?"

Not responding, you simply pulled down your cotton pajama shorts along with your thin panties with a noticeable damp spot in the center and rolled over so your back was pressed up against his broad chest.

"'M tired Vander." You explained, "Don't feel like doing anything."

But there was an underlying message that Vander had not yet caught onto.

You gave him a moment to think, and when his eyes brightened, you knew he had figured it out.

Slowly, Vander moved impossibly closer to you and moved two of his thick fingers to your heat. the digits moved at a tantalizing pace, up and down your folds to work you up for his girthy cock. Your slick was dripping around his fingers and when he pushed one in, it came out soaking.

Letting out a whimper, you started to rut your hips against his hands in hopes to relieve the ache in your core.

Vander only chuckled and whispered, "All you gotta do is ask princess. I don't know what you want if you don't tell me."

Broken words tumbled from your lips, "Please, wan' your cock."

"Where do you want it? your mouth?" He responded knowing full well exactly where you wanted it.

You couldn't wait anymore, "Want it 'n my pussy."

Deciding that you had enough, Vander finally gave you what you wanted. He slipped his hefty dick into your tight, wet heat. Each time you had sex, it took you a few moments to adjust to the sheer size of him because he was just so big. the two of you sighed a breath of relief, hours of wanting and lust-filled brains had rendered you both into horny teenagers. Vander's large arms wrapped around your waist so he was holding you firm into his body. The embrace pouring love and protectiveness through your very being.

After you had gotten re-used to his impressive girth, Vander started to lightly thrust in and out of your core. His movements were more akin to grinding than thrusting but he was too tired to fully complete his movements. His hand moved down to your red, needy clit and started rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves.

As a small form of punishment, Vander lightly slapped your swollen clit a number of times until tears formed in your eyes. stopping the harsh movement, he started gently tugging at your button until breathy moans fell from your lips.

The added movement of his fingers combined with his dick repeatedly hitting your cervix, you felt your stomach clenching and your thighs shaking, a sign of your impending orgasm. Letting out a series of high-pitched moans you shoved your face into the pillow and bit down on it.

Vander's hips faltered and the hand that was tugging at your clit started lightly quivering. He was also close. revived with newfound energy to finish the two of you off, Vander's thrusts became more powerful. The sound of skin slapping reverberated around the room.

Suddenly your mind went blank, the only feeling you were capable of discerning was pleasure as your orgasm rolled over you and took over your entire nervous system.

Sensing that Vander was at the precipice of his imminent orgasm, you decided to help him out by meeting his harsh thrusts by grinding your hips back onto his, overstimulation be damned.

It was all too much for him. The clenching of your cunt, the way you wrapped so perfectly around his cock, the feeling of your soft body safe in his arms. His seed spilled into you filling you up with warm, gooey liquid, the familiar sensation was oddly comforting.

You removed the pillow case from your teeth and took in lungfuls of the cool night air. Vander massaged your waist and hips to get rid of any potential bruising and whispered into your sweaty skin, "Maybe I should wake you up like that more often."

Laughter bubbled up your throat and reached Vander's ears.

"M extra tired now." You sighed, thinking of all the things you had to get done in the morning.

Vander, already knowing the amount of work you had piled on your desk suggested, "Why don't you take the day off tomorrow? The six of us could have a spa day or something?"

Leaning your head against his sweaty chest you closed your eyes and smiled, "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

hope you guys liked this, i had sm fun writing it! this is also cross-posted on ao3 at xoxo_honey, the link is in my pinned post!

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schizoscribbles · 1 year

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Lockin’ Up Early

SCHIZOSCRIBBLES

1-M!Reader 2-F!Reader 3-GN!Reader

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Synopsis:

Vander and the kids recieved gifts from Viktor, Mylo getting the small Scarab trinket he saw in Viktor’s lab and the rest of you getting a game to play, so Vander locks up early to let you know.

Warnings:

silly goofy fics

Note: If you would like for me to put a warning for certain things, send a DM.

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MALE READER

Vander let his held breath out and wiped the sweat from his brow as he waved the last customer goodbye and closed the door, locking it so he could clean with no interruptions.

Well, except for his rowdy family.

Powder rushed into the bar screaming and giggling as a much more angry Mylo chased after her, Vander saw a small bug trinket made out of gears in her hand; which was a gift that Mylo had gotten from a particular inventor who lived in Piltover. He yelled at Powder as she weaved through the tables and trash on the floor,

“Powder! Give it back, you’ll break it you jinx!” Powder only laughed louder in response as the tall burly man also saw Claggor lazily walk over and sit on the barstools with a snack and drink in hand, savoring the entertainment of the two younger kids with Vi walking and leaning onto the bar itself next to him.

Vander knew he had to intervene when he saw the smallest tear escape Mylo’s eye, in fear that the younger child would actually destroy the small invention he had ben gifted from someone he looked up to. Vander grabbed Powder by the back of her shirt as if she were a misbehaving kitten and sighed,

“Powder, give it back to Mylo.” he stated sleepily, “I didn’t close up early to watch you two bicker.” Powder stuck out her bottom lip in defeat as she held her hand out, showing him the beautiful scarab design. Vander took it and walked to a far away Mylo who was catching his breath,

“Here you go, lad” Vander said. He held out the scarab while also ruffling the child’s hair. Just then, a yawn erupted directly behind Vander and he felt arms snake around his neck. “Hello, darlin’” he said to greet his lover. [Name]’s nose was cradled inbetween Vander’s neck and shoulder blade as he hummed to greet him back. “Eww..” Powder said, looking at the PDA. She hopped off of the table she was placed onto and ran to Vi, who giggled. [Name] and Vander continued their conversation after a chuckle, “You lock up early?” [Name] asks. “Sure did, wanted to have a little game night.” the reply earned a small questioning noise from [Name] who was still buried into his shoulder, “We’ve recieved gifts from our buddy in Piltover, gave Mylo a lil’ Scarab trinket and got us a little game called...” he trailed off taking his lover and putting him in front himself. And with a mischievous grin, he said the word.

“Uno.”

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FEMALE READER

Vander let his held breath out and wiped the sweat from his brow as he waved the last customer goodbye and closed the door, locking it so he could clean with no interruptions.

Well, except for his rowdy family.

“Here you go, lad” Vander said. He held out the scarab while also ruffling the child’s hair. Just then, a yawn erupted directly behind Vander and he felt arms snake around his neck. “Hello, darlin’” he said to greet his lover. [Name]’s nose was cradled inbetween Vander’s neck and shoulder blade as she hummed to greet him back. “Eww..” Powder said, looking at the PDA. She hopped off of the table she was placed onto and ran to Vi, who giggled. [Name] and Vander continued their conversation after a chuckle, “You lock up early?” [Name] asks. “Sure did, wanted to have a little game night.” the reply earned a small questioning noise from [Name] who was still buried into his shoulder, “We’ve recieved gifts from our buddy in Piltover, gave Mylo a lil’ Scarab trinket and got us a little game called...” he trailed off taking his lover and putting her in front himself. And with a mischievous grin, he said the word.

“Uno.”

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GN READER

Vander let his held breath out and wiped the sweat from his brow as he waved the last customer goodbye and closed the door, locking it so he could clean with no interruptions.

Well, except for his rowdy family.

“Here you go, lad” Vander said. He held out the scarab while also ruffling the child’s hair. Just then, a yawn erupted directly behind Vander and he felt arms snake around his neck. “Hello, darlin’” he said to greet his lover. [Name]’s nose was cradled inbetween Vander’s neck and shoulder blade as they hummed to greet him back. “Eww..” Powder said, looking at the PDA. She hopped off of the table she was placed onto and ran to Vi, who giggled. [Name] and Vander continued their conversation after a chuckle, “You lock up early?” [Name] asks. “Sure did, wanted to have a little game night.” the reply earned a small questioning noise from [Name] who was still buried into his shoulder, “We’ve recieved gifts from our buddy in Piltover, gave Mylo a lil’ Scarab trinket and got us a little game called...” he trailed off taking his lover and putting them in front himself. And with a mischievous grin, he said the word.

“Uno.”

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ghoulofatook · 1 year

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Short and sweet Vander x female reader smut. Noncon & gun violence. If that ain’t your flavour, don’t eat it. ✌️

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angelltheninth · 17 days

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hi! love your blog, hope you’re happy and well.

the idea of Arcane characters being with a fem s/o with a high sex drive has been living in my head rent-free.

like, in my mind, them walking into the room and her being “””busy””” 😳😳😳 is something that’d be very likely to happen often because of her libido, could you elaborate some kinky sh based on that? pretty please?

(if you do write about it pls don’t forget to include the baddies: sevika, finn, vander, viktor, ekko, marcus)

♡ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ♡

Ekko is not a baddie, he is in fact the BESTEST EVER.

Pairing: Vander, Sevika, Marcus, Finn, Ekko, Viktor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, high libito, masturbation, watching, masturbation instruction, lots of cum, marathon sex, dirty talk

A/N: Must be a lot to have a high libito.

Vander is so damn tired after a long day of work. All he wants to do is cuddle up next his favorite lady, maybe talk about some of the highlights of his day and then fall asleep. Imagine his surprise when he finds you masturbating instead.

Might be too tired to join you but he can always enjoy a good show. You don't have to have sex in order to have a good time and make each other feel good. Your pussy on display is enough for him.

"I come in and this is what you're up to to darlin'. Not even waiting for me, just going at it without a care in the world. You ain't gonna get shy on me now, you do what you need to do, give that hole all the attention it deservers, I'll watch you."

Sevika expected this, after all she's been dating you for a while. She's got no problem seeing you masturbating when you need it. The only thing she's mad about is you not telling her that you were in the mood.

As she approaches you she pulls your hand away from your pussy, giving it a hard slap. You didn't wait for her, now she has to punish you. But with your libito a full night of non-stop sex might be just what you need.

"See how well you'll be standing after I'm done fucking you. Not even gonna be able to touch this pussy without coming on the spot. That's it sweetheart, show me that needy cunt."

Marcus hardly has energy for much of anything after a long Enforcer shift Especially since he recently became the new boss. By now he's gotten used to walking in on you fingering yourself.

He is however in need of being in control so he wants to tell you what to do. As you take a seat on the edge of the bed he kneels down to have a better look, to make sure you're not touching when you're not supposed to. And also to kiss your pussy when you're doing good.

"Need me to keep your legs open for you sweetheart? I need to touch you too, I miss you. Wait, now, wait, I didn't say you could move your fingers yet, let the pleasure build up, then start moving them in and out very, very slowly."

Finn doesn't allow you to touch yourself without him being there to witness if. Breaking that rule means you're ready for the punishment that comes with it. No matter what it is.

For your punishment he won't let you have a wink of sleep for the entire night, he'll use you how he sees fit. Not just your pussy, and not just once. You'll never think of not obeying him again because you will never be able to match the pleasure he gives you.

"Open up kitten, come on, I said open up! You couldn't listen to my words, but you seem to be able to understand everything when you have a cock in you. Guess I'll have to keep it in all the time, to make sure you listen to what I say."

Ekko shows up exactly on time to see you get started. Did you think he'd miss this and let you have all the fun by yourself. No way is he gonna let his girl fuck herself when he can do it himself.

There are times when he's a bit late but in general he's on time, already hard and his ball full of cum for you. You want all of it, all over you and he's more than happy to let you have it. But you already had a bit of a headstart so you owe him at least one orgasm.

"All this cum on you and my Firefly still still wants more. I knew what you were like when I got together with you, and hey, you want me all day every day, what's there to be complain about. Want it again already, then get me hard again, it won't take long."

Viktor knows you're masturbating before he opens the door, you're not exactly quiet. He's happy you weren't doing it in the living room this time. There was a big mess to clean up last time.

Cock in hand he's seated and ready to masturbate with you. But if you want his fingers on you he can do that too, with him on a bed, you sucking his cock and him reaching over your soft ass to push his fingers into your wanting pussy.

"Closer darling, a bit closer, I want to get my fingers fully in there. You deserve my all if I'm gonna give you anything, I'm always willing to do this for you. I'm adding another finger, gonna make you full okay, so full, make you feel so loved."

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itryhardtomakethishouseahome · 3 months

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Arcane Characters saying I love you Pt2

~ Silco, Sevika, and Vander

A/n sorry this one's a little longer than pt 1, also reblogs are much appreciated✨🫶🏼

word count 1.8k pt 1 here

First time saying i love you pt 2

silco, sevika, vander

Silco~

‘It’s too quiet’ you thought, lounging in Silco's office on the sofa Sevika basically claimed as hers. The silence almost made you nervous mostly because it never was. The atmosphere was always filled with the sound of sevika working on her arm, faint explosions echoing from Jinx's lab, silco’s meetings, jinx yapping about her new inventions or arguing with Sevika, or even fin’s disgusting attempts to flirt with you while you catch Silco and Sevika rolling their eyes over his shoulder. Like clockwork, the tedious silence was broken by Silco barging through the door followed by Sevika.

“She’s a problem and we all know it!” Sevika seethed. You figured that they were either too angry to notice you or too angry to care.

Silco brushed his hair back and turned his head to look over his shoulder. “We?” You wanted to intervene but know that given the fact that 1. they’re both stubborn and 2. Sevika’s stature and gaze alone intimidate the hell out of you, it’d be useless but nonetheless you definitely piece together that it’s about jinx.

“Look,” Sevika took a deep breath, “I know you have a thing for strays and she means a lot to you but she is not your daughter. There is an entire city that relies on you and you’re doing nothing but making excuses for some unhinged kid. Even if you were her father you should know when to keep her in check instead of letting her be a loose cannon and put everything we’ve worked for in jeopardy. If you aren't going to choose between parenting her or acting like her boss, send her to the enforcers.” With that Sevika walked out slamming the door behind her. You definitely understood her anger and everything she was saying but Silco was trying. Granted he could be trying harder but for the life he’s lived he was doing all he could without being cold towards jinx. He COULD turn her in but everything she’s done she was told to do by him, he COULD abandon her and perfect everything he’s built but he knows what it’s like and he’s grown too attached. He was at a loss and you could see it in the ways his shoulders dropped yet looked so tense.

Sighing, Silco finally decides to acknowledge your presence. “Tell me my dear,” he said, hunched over his desk, “what do I do?” You stood up and walked over to him, gently ushering him to face you. It hurt you to see him like this, unraveled by his daughter and right hand. You take his face in your hands and he immediately sinks into your touch with glossy eyes. “Tell me how to parent her. Tell me how to be better.” he begs.

“My heart, you don’t need to be better. You’ve told her countless times to take things more seriously. Her not doing so is entirely on her, not you.” You tried your best to reassure him. “I’d suggest telling her that unless she shapes up she won't be allowed on more serious jobs but knowing her she’d throw a fit and go against you anyways.” Finally Silco cracks a smile and scoffs.

“That does sound like her, suppose my stubbornness has rubbed off on her.” he says, taking your hands in his and staring deeply and lovingly into your eyes.

“So be more stern with her, is what you’re implying?” he stated more so than asked, taking you in his arms. “Mhm.” you hummed.

“I'll give it a try, thank you my dear.”

“Of course, eventually she’ll listen. She just needs to learn that there are reasons why you tell her not to go all out. You’re a great father, you know.” He swears his heart skipped a beat.

“...I love you…” Silco whispers, holding you tighter. “I love you more.”

Sevika~

You and Sevika both work for Silco, you have since the start of his reign, and you both quickly learned how tiring and physically demanding it was. However, some days were worse than others today being a prime example for Sevika at least. You had to take care of some petty thieves in one of Silco’s stash houses that Fin had secretly hired but regardless you got to go home early and are now relaxing in your shared bed. Eventually you dozed off but got woken up by the sound of Sevika opening the bedroom door.

“Oh hey, sorry doll,” she gently kisses your temple. “Didn’t know you went home early.” she mumbles, taking her shoes off and throwing them across the room.

“Yeah because I’m lucky” you say with a smirk. Sevika lazily smacks your thigh earning a giggle as she plops next to you sinking her face into the pillow. “Lucky brat is what you are. Why’d you leave early anyway?”

“I finished my task quickly and was gonna wait for you but Silco said that jinx was with you,” Sevika groans at the name of her tiny nemesis earning a giggle from you. She then turns her head ushering you to go on while she starts caressing your jaw. “And that you’d most likely take a while so he sent me home.” she hummed in response. She didn’t say anything else, continuing to only lay on her stomach with her head turned to you, running her fingers down your jaw then suddenly shutting her eyes and jerking her hand.

“What's wrong? Did you get hurt?” You ask, sitting up immediately inspecting her for injuries noticing how she didn't move at all to calm you down.

“Nothin my backs just sore…” Sevika groaned. You could tell it was more than just her back, it was her shoulder blades and arm. Sighing, you got up and gently started removing her shirt.

“Angel I'm too tir-”

“Get your mind out of the gutter Vika I'm not gonna ravage you I just wanna give you a massage.” She utters a quick ‘oh’ before sliding out of her shirt then resuming her previous position.

“As if you could ever ravage me.” she scoffs. Ignoring her, you grab some lotion from the nightstand and take a seat on her butt. You apply the lotion to your hands before putting some pressure on her lower back deciding you’ll save the problem spots for last. Judging by how tense she is and how she groans you get the idea that she was long overdue for a good massage.

Once you clear all the knots and tension from her lower and mid back you focus your attention on the spot in between her shoulder blades, gently pushing down then dragging your hands around her shoulders hearing various pops, cracks, groans, and moans coming from her. There really isn’t anything you can do about the pain from the arm she no longer has other than press ginger kisses around the area. As she feels your weight shift from her backside to the bed she turns to face you once more, taking you in her arms and engulfing you in a passionate kiss.

“Y’know I'm gonna marry you one day right angel?” she playfully questions.

“Only seems fair,” you start, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You already got acting like one.” she smiles, remembering everything you’ve done for her, especially when she lost her arm. You were always right there when she needed you but was too stubborn to ask for help, you were always at her beck and call.

“Oh please, it's ‘cause you love me… and I love you…so much.”

Vander~

You knew that when you started dating Vander that the kids would have to be in your life too and honestly you loved it. You would always bring them gifts like boxing gloves for Vi, trinkets and tools for Mylo and Powder, and snacks for Claggor. Anytime Vander would tell them not to do something they’d immediately run to you begging you to change his mind and sometimes it worked sometimes it didn’t. Today being one of the days it didn’t.

You were relaxing at the empty bar when Vi barged yelling about how something wasn’t fair while Vander trailed her. Vi spotted you and ran to your side.

“Y/n please tell him that we’re ready.” She begged without any context as to what she was talking about.

“What's happening?” you ask, lost as ever.

“Apparently the enforcers are turning the lanes upside down looking for us but this is our chance to fight! We need to stand up to them and now’s as good a time as any.” Vi explained. You assumed vander wasn’t having any of it given the fact that 1. the kids’ safety was everything to him and 2. he had an arrangement with the enforcers.

“There’s too much at risk if we do Violet! You need to stop thinking with these,” Vander says, grabbing her fists. “And start thinking with this!” he then points to her head. “The lanes isn't what it used to be. Yes we all still have the same drive as we did back then, but we’re not in the same shape as we used to be! We lost a lot of good people then and we’d lose even more now.” Violet thinks of her parents which Vander can see in her eyes. “You’ll lose powder, claggor, and Mylo too. We will rise Violet I promise you we will but now is not our time, there's too much at stake.” Vander looks to you for help and so does Vi. You love the kids but this is one thing that Vander would not change his mind about and to be frank you agree with him.

“I'm sorry Vi but he’s right honey” you take her face in your hands trying to get her to see how sincere you are. “A shadow of the lanes would be all that’s left. And I don’t wanna lose you guys.”

“...fine.” Violet mumbles before running off, leaving you and Vander alone. Vander walks over to you pulling you in for a hug.

“You really care about those kids huh?” He questions.

“Of course I do, I get that they want to fight but I wish she would see how badly this would end for us. It would end in a fiery blaze with everyone we love slaughtered.” You notice some blue hair peeking out from behind the wall and instantly know who it is.

“You can come out Powpow, is everything okay?” Vander turns around to face her as she takes a few steps towards you. She looked really sad, her eyes were puffy and she was holding what looked like a stuffed bunny. Vander stares at it thinking it looked familiar then it hit him.

“Look at me Powder,” he kneels in front of her, gently holding her shoulders. “Where did she go?”

“She said she was going to make things right and that she’d be away for a while.” the little girl sniffles. Vander stands up immediately and walks to you.

“I need you to stay here with the kids. I need to go get Violet.” he leans down and kisses you deeply before pulling away to head towards the door.

“I love you.”

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unluckiestmember · 1 year

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Arcane x innocent reader? Like someone who is a literal angel?

Of course! Coming up!

Arcane X Innocent! Reader

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn Kiramman, Vander, Silco, Ekko, Sevika, Jayce Talis and Mel Medarda.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Jayce being Jayce, Jinx being Jinx, overprotectiveness, innocence and reputations trying to be kept.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I adore innocent readers and OCs! I feel they have a way of bringing out the true nature of characters, especially with this kind of cast! Also sorry to everyone for taking so long, I unfortunately have a chaotic and no good life. XD

Jinx

“Hey, toots! How has ya day been? Did you miss me?! Of course you did! Come here, you cute little bunny!”

You are Jinx’s little bunny! She loves how innocent you are for someone who hangs out with her, and in a way, you keep her grounded. You are the sunshine in this dark unforgiving world. Usually she loves destroying things and making others lives harder to live.

But when it comes to you? She is extra careful. She never lets you go on missions or patrol unless she’s with you. You’re in her hideout? She’s doing safety precautions by forcing you to wear a welding mask or staying six feet away from her projects. And unless they are little trinkets and presents for you, you can’t exactly touch them unless she assists you with them. You are a porcelain doll in her eyes. She doesn’t want you to break or become corrupted at all. She’s you’re protector and your lover and she won’t let you forget that.

Violet "Vi"

“Do you know how cute you are? You’re adorable… Hey, don’t hide that face from me, I mean it. You’re adorable.”

Vi is known to be a hardass sometimes to people, but around you? She lets her true colors come out. She’s super affectionate physically and verbally, telling you how much she loves you and cherishes you. If anyone was to hurt you, she’s not just breaking their nose, she’s breaking their entire body. You are so precious. Maybe too precious to her.

She always rushes from work back home just to cuddle with you and ask how your day was. And don’t get her started on your bashful nature, she adores it so much since you only get that way around her. Does she wish you could stand up for yourself? Sometimes. But for the most part, she’s okay with it, especially since she can protect the both of you. To everyone else, she’s a wild card with muscle and snark. But to you and only you, she’s perfect.

Viktor

“Rodnaya. Did you fix my calculations?... Please, don’t fret- I’m not angry. I’m just wondering… What did I do to deserve you?”

Viktor thinks you are make believe. There is no way someone as sweet as you should exist. How can you be so in love with someone like him? He believes he can never give you what you want or need, but whenever you assure him he can, his spirits are lifted and his confidence gets a significant boost.

Whenever you are around, you make Viktor feel he can make all the progress in the world no matter what anyone says. You make him feel a little more comfortable in his skin, which is nice. But even better is the fact that because of you, he tries his best to exercise self love. This can come in the form of taking a few breaks from his project and treating himself whenever he makes a huge accomplishment. Viktor cherishes you so much and he hopes you know that no matter how nose deep he can be in work.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“Good afternoon, my darling. I didn’t keep you waiting, did I? Let me make it up to you… You’re too sweet, but I insist.”

Because of how innocent you are, Caitlyn sometimes compares you to an angel. She finds you to be a bit pure and needs to be protected. Though unlike Vi, her protective nature is more tamed. She’ll prefer protecting you with her words, choosing to ask questions regarding your well being. But if you are in physical danger, she has no problem jumping to your aid with her gun in hand to scare those who hurt you away.

You mean a lot to her and she’ll show you by inviting you to places or showing you the many gardens in Piltover. Of course, she’s not without having more personal evenings together at home, cuddled together and enjoying each other’s company. All in all, she loves you and she’s not afraid to tell or show you that.

Silco

“This life. One of hardship and poverty, is not one that you deserve. I promise, I’ll grant Zaun its independence. For all of us. For you.”

If Silco is the king of Zaun, you are his king/queen. It’ll take a while for you to get close to him because of the locks he usually has around his heart. But if you are able to cut them off with time and effort, Silco will treat you as if you are royalty. Expect him to show you off to those around you, whether it be you sitting on his lap or standing by his side.

That being said, do not expect him to shower you in kisses and snuggle up to your body. He has an image to hold, so the last thing he needs to hear from his men is that he’s gotten soft and mushy. Around them and under the eyes of Zaun, you are just his second half. But behind closed doors? You are more like his life. Just make sure you don’t tell anyone.

Ekko

“Damn, the light here really knows how to bring the beauty out of you. Are you sure you’re not an angel in disguise?”

You and Ekko have a pretty chill relationship. You’re his lover and he’s yours for the most part. He’s not overprotective, but he can have moments of being a helicopter boyfriend. You’re going on a mission? Take Scar with you. You want to go into Zaun to get something? Why doesn't he tag along to help? You would bring it up to him that you don’t always need someone with you, but your bashful nature makes it a little hard. So unless another firelight realizes what’s going on, be prepared to not go many places alone.

Outside of the following, Ekko is for the most part considerate of you and what you want. You can always find him asking you what you desire or need from him and even if you try not to answer, he will subtly find ways to get most of the unspeakable answers.

Sevika

“Hey, we can… Cuddle later, okay? Right now, my crew is here and I don’t want to ruin my reputation.”

Compared to Silco, Sevika is more open in her relationship with you. She’ll tell everyone that you are her lover and in her own way be proud of it. That being said, she tries not to show a lot of PDA in hopes of protecting her reputation and mainly yourself. In her mind, if her group or anyone finds out you mean a lot to her, you can become a prime suspect in future kidnappings or blackmail. And she doesn’t want that for herself nor for you.

Outside of work, Sevika makes up for having to be a little distant with you. She’ll take you gambling with her and if you don’t prefer that, you guys can always hang out somewhere else. As long as you are content and safe is what matters. Sevika’s a good girlfriend, very protective. Just don’t expect her to be super verbal with her love, she prefers actions over words. But do be on the look out for a lot of teasing.

Vander

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself from picking you up, you’re too cute... Screw it, you’re all mine.”

Vander is a big ol’ teddy bear when it comes to loving you. He doesn't care if anyone at the bar comments on your relationship with him because he will waste no time picking you and showing you off like a trophy. He talks about you almost nonstop if he’s not talking about work or affairs occurring in Zaun.

When it comes to his affairs with Piltover, he makes sure you are nowhere near it. In his eyes, you are too precious to get in the middle of anything affiliated with them. Not to mention, he wouldn’t be the same if somehow you got hurt or worse. The kids need you and so does he, because with you in their lives, they feel like a complete family. You hold the hound down on a leash and he loves you for that.

Mel Medarda

“You know what? After I’m done with meetings at work, we’re doing whatever you want. How’s that sound?... Come on now, love. You have to speak up.”

When it comes to Mel, conversation is key. Which is why your relationship can feel like a relationship, but also like a class. She pushes you to speak for yourself in many situations, but doesn’t force it upon you. It’s not that she hates how innocent and bashful you can be, she just doesn’t want that to be used against you or for other’s personal gain. So if she can shape you up to speak for yourself just a tiny bit, that will make her content.

Regardless though, she enjoys your company, especially after stressful days working with the council. In a way, you two kind of act like a married couple, having an unspeakable bond, but a loving one nonetheless.

Jayce Talis

“Yeah, the meeting was great!... Okay, fine, I skipped it- But can you blame me? Why would I want to rehash work when I could be here with you?”

If you were a dog owner, Jayce would be that golden retriever that gives you a run for your money, but makes you feel intense happiness. Every day is always something new with this man because he will give you a run for your money due to how hyper he is when he gets a new idea. Also he’s very loving around you, wanting to spend as much time with you as he can.

Though, he’s no Jinx. He knows that the both of you have lives and duties to fulfill. So he’ll give you space. But not for long. Just be ready to be working or relaxing when Jayce pops up out of nowhere to check up on you. If you forget your lunch, he’s going to deliver it to you. Forgot paperwork? He’s already on it, all you need to do is check for numerous errors. Everyone knows how you feel to date Jayce; It’s a wild ride, but a fun one that’s worth it.

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my--moon · 4 days

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ARCANE WOMEN WITH BIMBO S/O

PAIRING: Arcane Women X Bimbo!Reader (Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn) WARNING: Sexual references. Sexualisation of reader. eating out. straps mentioned. finger fucking. Smut.

JINX:

B-I-M-B-O! You're just Jinx's stupid hoe! >3•

she loves you. she loves fucking you against her bedroom walls as well.

eating your pretty cunt out as she lifted up your short skirt !! such a slutty bitch <33

tv girl duo??? blue and pink !!

let's be honest, she 100% calls you a very colourful range of nicknames (especially in bed, mainly whore n slut )

just imagine her laying you out on her bed, slipping off that awfully short top of yours off, and fondling with your tits as you grind your wet cunt against her. so cute right?

VI:

the femme to her butch!!

makes you ride her strap 100% — also records your pretty moans to make you listen to after

once your done on her hugee cock (strap) she likes to shove her thick fingers in your pussy, and vigorously twirling them in your warm walls

what ? you're tired? you can keep going another round it's okay, she'll treat you to a new dress after <3

lets you do some makeup on her

super sweet and will punch anyone that comment on your style !!

CAITLYN:

shes grown up with modest and classy people, but she does like your ditzy personality, she may find it annoying sometimes but she does love it

you're so adorable!! now eat her out.

let's be honest, you're more proactive n you're probably dom in this situation

she's so cute whining as you thrust against her hot cunt

people's assume she's topping cuz of her personality and your ditzy demeanor but it's the other way around!

none the less, she absolutely spoils you with her family's wealth and power

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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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Hello sweet devil :D can I request dry humping Vander and silco randomly? How would these lovely dilfs react?

Dry humping [arcane preferences]

▶[Silco, Vander] reacting to their s/o dry humping

[NdA]

"sweet devil" flatters me, honey <3 I entered on tumblr to exhaust a request and I got the notification of this: perfect target, kink that I share, characters that are in my preferences. Mwaaaah.

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: NSFW [MDNI], public kink, choking ↠Character/s: gn reader x Silco, AFAB x Vander

【Silco】

You haven’t seen Silco leave his office for a week

a week that, when you tried to come in, he barely looks up from the documents and raises an eyebrow almost annoyed

"I am busy"

yeah no shit.

for this exact reason, when for the second week in a row you see that the attitude doesn’t change you decide to return more insistently in the Kingpin’s office, only to find him once again curved, a hand pressed on the temple, busy reading and writing paperwork

"Do you need anything?" the usual annoyed tone, the tired and icy look of someone who forgets how to behave like a decent human being when there is work involved.

"I’ll keep you company!"

when you sit on his leg he sighs annoyed, but goes back to work without complaining too much.

He’s pretty used to interruptions.

But after a while you’re in that position he raises his knee slightly without warning, making you squeak.

the bastard smiles.

he only gives you a quick look before returning to the paperwork, obviously satisfied.

The problem is, you’re not.

You place your fingers on the desk for more balance, starting to roll your hips slowly, letting your crotch rub against the man’s leg

for being one of the smartest men in the underworld, it takes a really long time to him to figure out what you’re doing

one hand grabs your side while with the other he arranges his hair in an almost exhausted gesture

"I have to work."

"let me do it alone at least" whimper without stopping moving

You know perfectly well you’ll end up on the desk in no time

but it’s kinda your goal, so...

The man sighs exasperated before returning, once again, to focus on the documents.

Occasionally he lifts his knee or caresses your side, watching you groan and arch at every little change in his posture.

"Silco, please, you haven’t touched me in forever" "forever, more like a little more than a week" the man responds dryly, stroking your tummy distractedly, grabbing it without warning and stretching his lips in an amused smirk when you whine in response. Every second that passes you feel the heat between your legs becoming more and more intense and urgent. You sink your nails into the wood of the desk while almost involuntarily increasing the rhythm, and wince when the firm hand of the man passes from your waist to the neck. "Compose yourself." You nod frantically, straightening your back obediently. You take your hand on his without slowing down, letting a choked sound of pleasure come out of your lips. "I beg you... Silco please..."

【Vander】

Do you see him?

This man is clearly a bastard.

a troublemaker who tries in every way to appear as responsible and reliable as possible.

Every now and then, when the tavern closes he let his friends inside (merchants, helpers, people of the lanes with whom he likes to talk in complete tranquility)

And that’s where your little game starts.

Vander serves drinks for the men at the counter and sits in front of them, on the opposite side, motioning you to sit on his legs.

you rest your elbows at the counter to avoid the men noticing the movement.

joke with those present while, artfully, you roll your hips on the sturdy and comfortable leg of the man.

you all spent the time together laughing, joking, and the more the beer is poured the less likely they are to notice the way you rub on the man

you cannot see the expression of the man but while with one hand he gestures with the other one to guide your movements, squeeze a thigh of yours

if the clothes are easily accessible he brings a hand between your legs teasing you with an exasperating calm.

You know he’s smiling.

He’s smiling like the bastard he is knowing that you have to suppress the verses in the beer mug and disguise the spasms as a way of gesturing.

When the people in front of you are clearly so drunk that they can no longer understand shit, he doesn’t immediately send them out

you know, he likes this game.

he’ll try with fluid movements -which do not give too much in the eye- to make you spread your legs so that they go both sides of his

and that’s where you pretend to be sleepy, so you can lean against the counter and hide your face in your arms while the man sneaks a hand inside the fabric, passing his fingers first between the folds, then to tease the clitoris.

"shh… gentlemen, please. Take it easy or you’ll wake them up" you hear him whispering to others, clearly intent on forcing you to hold back more and more so as not to be discovered.

and it is only when you readjust yourself just further back, rubbing it against his crotch, that he'll flaunt a cordial smile to the men.

"Gentlemen, I’d say it’s time to close up so I can put them to rest and finish the restocking."

"Vander" you call him with a broken voice, the underwear drenched, while he locks the door behind the men’s backs. You put a hand between your thighs, eyes shiny and reddened, lips wet. The look of someone who can’t last an extra second. "Good morning sweetheart" he replies with amusement while you go around the counter to get in front of him, playing with the creased edge of the skirt. When he is close enough, he lowers slightly to kiss you, caressing your hips with both hands, letting them go down gently to take your underwear off. “Vander… Vander please… I can’t do this anymore…” your voice is languid, suffocated in the neck of the man that lifts you and makes you sit on the counter, stroking your thigh before offering you an innocent smile."Where were we?"

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property-of-tojifushiguro · 10 months

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You climbed out of the cab into the cold night air, slightly regretting the dress you were wearing. You paid for your ride and then walked towards the door of The Last Drop. You walked in and made your way through the bar until you got to the counter, sitting down on one of the open stools. The bartender immediately noticed you and walked over.

“You look absolutely stunning. Now, what can I get for you tonight, love?”

You blushed. As much as Vander complimented you, you were never able to get used to it. But you did feel rather pretty tonight, so you didn’t try and fight him.

“Uh, just a raspberry cosmopolitan, please.”

“Of course, love.”

You watched as your boyfriend made your drink. You still weren’t sure how you had managed to start dating him. As far as you were concerned, he was way out of your league.

“Here you go, dear.”

You blushed again.

“Thank you.”

Unfortunately for you, it was a rather busy night. You sat there, sipping your drink and waiting for an opportunity to talk to your busy boyfriend, but any conversation you got to have was short lived as there was always someone who wanted to order a drink. There wasn’t really any reason for you to be here. You could have just come to see him when he was done with work. However, you had had a long, hard day and wanted to relax with a few drinks.

You were still on drink number one when a fairly attractive man walked up to you and tried to start up a conversation, even offering to buy your next drink. You tried to politely decline, making it clear that you weren’t interested, but the man seemed to refuse to leave you alone. Unfortunately, at the moment, Vander was busy mixing drinks, so you were on your own for the time being.

The man continued to try and make conversation, and you continued to give brief answers to any questions asked, trying to make your disinterest clear.

This continued for another five or ten minutes, you weren’t really sure, but the man started to get bolder and decided to turn your head to face him and try to rest a hand on your waist. The same moment you felt his hand touch your waist, you heard something slam into the counter behind the bar. Your head whipped to the side, and you saw a clearly angry yet eerily calm Vander standing there, staring down the guy who now looked absolutely terrified.

“I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”

His hands shot to his side, and he took a few steps back.

“Uh, sorry man. I didn’t realize she was taken.”

And with that, he scurried away to wherever he had come from.

“I’m sorry about that, love.”

“Sorry, I should have been able to handle that…”

“Nah, that’s why you have me.”

Your conversation was once again cut short as someone was waving him over to make them a drink.

The night continued on, and by the time the bar was closing, you had made it through nine drinks (due to Vander forgetting to keep count). Needless to say, you were wasted.

Everyone was gone now, and Vander was finishing closing everything up while you laid your head on the bar, spacing out.

Eventually, Vander finished up with his tasks and came over to get you before leaving.

He tapped your shoulder, and you raised your head and looked at him before breaking out into a goofy smile. You pointed a finger at him.

“Boyfriend!”

“Yes, darling. Let's go home now, alright?”

“Okayyyyy.”

You stood up and wobbled a bit before you stumbled into Vander. He laughed at your behaviour and scooped you up in his arms before walking out of the bar and locking up. You laid your head on his chest as he carried you to his apparent that was in the building next door to the bar. You were watching the world as it moved past you and listened to your boyfriend's heartbeat. By the time he had reached his door, you were asleep.

He opened the door, careful not to wake you, and carried you inside. He took you into his bedroom and laid you gently on his bed. From there, he slipped off your heels as well as your dress and pulled the covers over you.

He watched you for a moment before getting ready for bed himself. You looked so beautiful, even when you were drunk and asleep. God, he was glad you were his.

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xoxo-honeyy · 10 months

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hi honeybees! so as you all know i’ve had pretty bad writers block and i’ve decided the best way to get out of my slump is to just write and see what happens, so here are some requests i’ve received/new ideas! please vote for this so i know which one to pick. love you all 💕

thank you all!

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fungiscide · 1 year

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𖣊 ⸅ ⠀ Sevika's Childhood ꓹ ⠀a Non - Canonical Concept of the Upbringing of Zaun’s Scary Lady.

DISCLAIMER : ⠀ This is material is strictly based regarding the portrayal of Sevika in the Arcane Series. I have not played League of Legends ꓹ ⠀so my understanding of the in-game lore is not accurate in regards to her character. Take this as you will ꓹ ⠀this is all my interpretation of her and what I have created. If you guys enjoy this concept feel free to reblog and share your thoughts! I appreciate feedback.

Part One : ⠀ The Insight.

Character(s) Mentioned : ⠀ Sevika ꓹ ⠀Sevika's Father (Bacchus) ꓹ Sevika's Mother ( briefly ) ꓹ ⠀Vander ꓹ ⠀etc.

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" Let's just say ꓹ ⠀I didn't always see eye-to-eye with my old man. She'll come to you ꓹ ⠀ when she's ready. "

Unfettered pipework ꓹ ⠀ stained glassware ꓹ ⠀ a miasma of smog and fumes leaking from the tangles of trench-lines. Before the bringing of Zaun and its clandestine independence ꓹ ⠀ the Underground was a dirtied district plundered with criminals, and engineers aside from chembarons and drunkards. During the years when the bridges weren't discreetly secured by prowling enforcers ꓹ ⠀ when there was unity between the two cities rather than untimely separation. At that time ꓹ ⠀ a mere child with a mother out of the picture was brought forth. Born to be her father’s daughter as she would consider it ꓹ ⠀ and she had his face ⠀ — ⠀ oil smeared and all. To be the right-hand woman ꓹ ⠀ a scary lady in an upbringing. This is her story.

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ADOLESCENCE :

The street air was dense ꓹ ⠀ especially during the late hours of the night when factories ignited their steel gears and cinder flecked smoke polluted the air. Large ꓹ ⠀ pilfering architecture derived from stained windows and corroding pipelines sat back along each side of the canal that ran amok throughout the underground. Murky waters soiled by smog and filth were hard to trudge through ꓹ ⠀ and considerably bothersome after a long day.

" Did I ever tell you the story of how I lost my arm ? "

Light from the lamp fixture flickered in his direction ꓹ ⠀ his skin a brim shade of tangerine. Long ꓹ ⠀ dark locks of thick ꓹ ⠀ black hair tied back to avoid the fire. The flame spit its rage as the gusts of wind came through in subtle bursts ꓹ ⠀ his metallic fingers flexed desperately and intertwined around the iron rod he held. It burned ꓹ ⠀ searing brimstone. Heat from the lantern pressed on her skin and failed to cease ꓹ ⠀ it silenced the cold that welcomed in from the draft in the garage they occupied. It was built beside a small laundromat that was resident to a fairly old couple ꓹ ⠀ it was all they could afford at the time. Interior design wasn't a necessity so their furniture consisted of a small couch ꓹ ⠀ a workbench ꓹ ⠀ a mattress without a sheet and a singular blanket ꓹ ⠀ a mini - fridge typically stored with beer bottles and frozen meals ꓹ ⠀ a microwave ꓹ ⠀ and a small television. The neighbors allowed them to use the bathroom and shower in their apartment above the laundromat ꓹ ⠀ fortunately. Sure ꓹ ⠀ it wasn’t a mansion in topside with a veranda and a large garden— but it was certainly home to her.

" No ꓹ ⠀ you didn't— was it scary? " She inquired.

Bacchus chuckled ꓹ ⠀setting the rod down on the workbench in front of him and sifting a cigarette pack out of his pocket. Taking a singular out from the carton ꓹ ⠀ he offered one to her but she shook her head in return which led him to putting them back in his pocket. With the one he had ꓹ ⠀ he ignited it with a rusty lighter and held it tensely on his forefinger before inhaling the toxins. He exhaled shakily ꓹ ⠀ a translucent breath escaping his lips. " Scary beyond all reason ꓹ ⠀ but it was the consequence of my actions. It's a dangerous world out there ꓹ Sev. Promise me ꓹ ⠀ you'll never cross the wrong man — alright ? "

Sevika fell quiet ꓹ ⠀ gazing out towards the city through their opened garage door. " I won't. " Bacchus grinned in response and scuffed up her hair with his fleshed hand ꓹ ⠀ a plume of smoke gust from his nostrils when he laughed.

" That's my girl. "

TEENAGE YEARS :

The district they resided in was fairly quiet ꓹ ⠀ besides the occasional scurrying of common rats and clatter of metal. Bacchus was able to financially support the two by melding and doing repairs on machinery for the manufacturing buildings. A good education for the younger generation in the Undercity was scarce in comparison to the plentiful lot of Piltovian education. Therefore ꓹ ⠀ Sevika had to learn things on her own in order to survive the customs and conditions of the Underground. While her dad hefted large scraps of metal at his job ꓹ ⠀ Sevika spent her days wandering throughout the alleyways and roads of the city. Gathering scraps of her own — preferably coins and items she could sell and bargain with in exchange for money or a pack of smokes. While veering through tendrils of black sewage ꓹ ⠀ she encountered Vander and the two became close during this period of her life and they developed an alliance in order to survive together. Most days they'd meet at the same alley and share a smoke while they pilfered coins from drunks and beat up a few goons in the process. This became a routine for her up until she turned fifteen when Bacchus had discovered the habit she picked up on from him.

" You know these things can kill you ꓹ ⠀ right ? " Bacchus spoke sternly ꓹ ⠀ chucking a box of cigarettes on the work surface. Confrontation wasn't something he was the best at after all ꓹ ⠀ most of the time it turned into an argument between the two.

" Yeah ꓹ ⠀ yet you still smoke which makes you a fucking hypocrite. " Her back was shifted in his direction ꓹ ⠀ her brunette hair curtained over her eyes. Embers burning in her smoldering gaze and anger etched on her face behind the drape of her hair.

A deep breath widened and escaped his chest ꓹ ⠀ " Where is this attitude coming from ꓹ ⠀ eh ? " He inquired with a raised brow ꓹ ⠀ ruffling his fleshed fingers through the scalp of his hair restlessly. Yet ꓹ ⠀ she said nothing in return. " Alright ꓹ ⠀ listen kid. You know I'm trying my best but it's been hard ꓹ ⠀ and you know why I can't be home for you all of the time. " He tried and tried again ꓹ ⠀ but Sevika persisted and gave him the silent treatment.

" Fine ꓹ ⠀ be that way ꓹ ⠀ you damn brat. " Bacchus scowled with bared teeth and the clenching of his fist whitened his bruised knuckles. Dark eyes befell ꓹ ⠀hastily expelling his daughter and his thudding footsteps began to approach the door. Metallic fingers stretched towards the doorhandle ꓹ ⠀ meeting little resistance his gaze swung slightly over his shoulder and in her direction. " Don't expect me to come home ꓹ ⠀ I'll be out for the night and if you want dinner help yourself to leftovers or go buy yourself something. " After that ꓹ ⠀ the door closed and the garage became uneasily quiet.

Sevika felt unease unclog in her veins from the disorientation ꓹ tears pricking at her eyes as she was reminded of the earlier years of their dynamic. Her head cast downwards ꓹ ⠀ as she stood up from the mattress the springs jolted as she arose and walked towards the refrigerator to salvage any leftovers. Sifting through the tupperware of old meals ꓹ ⠀ her stomach grumbled in disappointment after she found nothing to satisfy her to cravings. Fortunately ꓹ ⠀ she had a last resort in case this scenario would occur and it did quite often. Underneath the basin of the sink she kept a small ꓹ ⠀ slightly chipped ginori teacup that held a fair amount of copper she'd managed to collect while strolling through the fissures with full pockets. It was plenty for her to get a single bowl of noodles from the vendor across the street ꓹ ⠀ and luckily the shopkeepers were aware of her situation as a regular customer. With just a few coins she was able to buy herself a steaming mug of seafood stew with a green base ꓹ ⠀ seaweed flavoring and spices with chopped up onions and peppers to add heat. A large tentacle oozed over the very edge of the bowl ꓹ ⠀ the soup trickled into a puddle on top of the counter. Sevika sat hunkering above the bowl as she snarfed down as much as she could ꓹ ⠀ her taste quenched by the flavors. Grease was smeared on every crevice of her face and briefly wiped clean from the cuff of her sleeve with a nonchalant expression. The shopkeeper stood with his mouth slightly agape ꓹ ⠀ in which he felt obligated to inquire ꓹ ⠀ " Would you like another bowl ? I — It’ll be on the house. "

During her years of teenage angst and parental resentment ꓹ ⠀ Sevika hated the way she resembled her father so much. Through photographs and tapes ꓹ ⠀ the very images of her mother appeared as a guise of a stranger — a blur in her thoughts. Most nights when she awaited the return of her father ꓹ ⠀ she laid against the mattress and wondered how life could've turned out differently if her mother hadn't walked out on them. Yet not a tear was shed for she felt nothing towards a woman she couldn't picture ꓹ ⠀ and being so vulnerable would strip her bare in the presence of the underground. For fissure-folk followed the term that emotion bears a frailty that deranges. Each time Bacchus left the house for hours after their arguments ꓹ ⠀ Sevika would lay on the mattress and wait for him to come back before she would go to bed. Every time she'd listen close to hear the grating of the screen door and the drunken faltering of her father’s hunkering figure to know that she'd be alright.

That was until a fateful day came that would change the course of her entire life.

A seething stampede of humanity dressed in the traditional Piltovian attire jostled across the bridge that tied the cities together in complete ꓹ ⠀ harmonious union. Rifles were held and tucked underneath their arms and a first shot was fired on the bridge ꓹ ⠀ a miasma of cinder flecked smoke arose from beyond it and the footsteps grew denser with the crowds retreating back towards the city below. With time ꓹ ⠀ the smoke began to waft further and gradually turn a crimson shade from the bloodshed ꓹ ⠀ flesh and smoke in a pluming mass. Deep cries of agony came from within the hoarse throats of the children and women of the city as they were separated from one another. Children from mothers ꓹ ⠀ husbands from wives ꓹ ⠀ mothers from sons ꓹ ⠀ fathers from daughters. Once the onslaught on the underground was preluding ꓹ ⠀ the bombarding sound of the horn rang and rumbled the ground beneath. Sevika stood beside Vander in an drainage canal whilst sharing a cig ꓹ ⠀ heedless to what was to come up until a rippling of puddles and convulsing floor drew her back to the bridge with smoke that signified an ongoing battle. Embers from her cigarette seared in between her fingers as she became distracted by it ꓹ ⠀ turning to Vander briefly to notice the incensing expression that developed on his etching features.

" Come on ꓹ ⠀ Sev. " Vander brushed past ꓹ ⠀ hitting her shoulder with his which caused her to drop her cigarette into the small puddle below. Watching the embers ricochet off of the concrete ꓹ ⠀ her eyes began to darken with furrowing brows.

" What ? Are you fucking ! — "

He halted to regard her ꓹ ⠀ turning on the ball of his heel and giving her a quick but cold glance ꓹ ⠀ " Come on ꓹ ⠀ keep up. "

For a moment she observed as he ambled along the bend of the passage ꓹ ⠀ sighing and casting her head down she decided to pursue after him. The both of them eventually emerged from the tunnel to meet the discards of what was left of the underground ꓹ ⠀ heaps of bodies and blood besmirched the dirtied pavement with columns of smog. Bullets were littered on the ground in parcels of three ꓹ ⠀ which made it more difficult to sift through.

From the peripherals of her vision ꓹ ⠀ she could distinctively make out the faces of people who were corpses — friends ꓹ ⠀ allies — all children and members of the Undercity ꓹ ⠀ " What the hell happened here ? " For the first time ꓹ ⠀ Sevika sought out unfeigned fear that painted her with wide eyes and tense shoulders.

Vander knelt down with an insentient guise ꓹ ⠀ collecting one of the bullets and studying it transiently ꓹ ⠀ " Enforcers. " His face contorted to a scowl. He loomed above the corpses and averted his gaze hastily towards Sevika ꓹ ⠀ her mouth fell slightly agape in return.

" There has to be something we can do to stop this ꓹ ⠀ they can't keep doing this ! They can't keep killing us ! " She yelled but her voice fell short as the toll of the horn caught her by surprise ꓹ ⠀ taken aback by this she withdrew and began to back up as Vander stood to his feet. It was brief ꓹ ⠀ when the ringing stopped the ground sat still.

" Did you hear that ? " Vander chuckled with sarcasm entangled in his false laughter ꓹ ⠀ " That sound means that they won't stop at any expense no matter what we say ꓹ ⠀ and no matter what we do. " Bruised knuckles idled as he eyed the palm of his bare hand ꓹ ⠀ with the clench of his fist he consumed the flesh of it. " But this time ꓹ ⠀ let's save as many lives as we can from that bridge and not come back empty handed. " There was a flicker of determination and valor behind the glint of his eye ꓹ ⠀ and to Sevika it was easy to recognize what he was implying from that word.

From that point forth ꓹ ⠀ the two separated and went off to scrap together materials and medical aid for the victims — and weaponry of their own that they could use in their defense against the enforcers. Sevika weaved through the obstacles in her path to retreat to the garage that sat untouched by topside. There ꓹ ⠀ she assembled and garnered iron tacks and items from her father's workbench into a small leather bag she had straddled across her chest. Within the bag she gathered linen gauze ꓹ ⠀ a lighter ꓹ ⠀ a small jug of gasoline and other necessities. Just as she stepped back to the door ꓹ ⠀ she met little resistance as her attention was redirected to the brass knuckles that were tucked on the counter. Although they'd belonged to her father ꓹ ⠀Sevika was a believer of the concept of begging for forgiveness then asking for permission.

When she approached the site of the twin bridge the fumes were too condensed to sift through ꓹ ⠀ and her vision became more obscured and the smog thickened with each step further. Gunshots bound and recoiled ꓹ the ear-tearing clamor ricochet off of the buildings that were on the brink of collapse. With each fired shot ꓹ ⠀ the closer it became and the more crimson the plumes discolored to. Silhouettes of men and women handling large ꓹ ⠀ heavy rifles sieved from the onslaught to find and hunt the creatures of the city below. From afar ꓹ ⠀ Sevika regarded the mass of humanity pleading to be spared mercy at the hands of the authorities. In the midst of the plethora ꓹ ⠀ she distinguished the one man she wanted to rescue from the brigade. Bacchus knelt with a threadbare face ꓹ ⠀ his wrists framed in cold metal and knuckles fleshed and raw. Black pupils shifted to meet the girl ꓹ ⠀ his daughter who stood merely a few feet in distance of him. He could discern the fear laced within her features which he once sought to be incapable ꓹ ⠀ and his frame jerked in response to the augmenting infliction on his body from the unbreathable gas. A metallic flavor coated his tongue ꓹ ⠀ which he spat out with distaste and he began to heave dryly with edging breathes. " Don't be afraid ꓹ ⠀ run. " Bacchus mumbled ꓹ ⠀ beginning to succumb to his conditions but overheard the retreating leather boots of enforcement.

There ꓹ ⠀ temporarily he was left lone whilst fettered by cuffs that scathed his wrists. However ꓹ ⠀ as he leaned in to eavesdrop on the enforcers final message for the Underground ꓹ ⠀he grasped that it was not over yet. " We're blowing the bridge ꓹ ⠀ disposing of that evidence and blaming the Undercity for the destruction. We have a minute to leave. " With that ꓹ ⠀ the disembodied voices quieted and diminished to a mechanical whirring.

" Damnit ꓹ ⠀ " Bacchus hastily scrambled to remove the frames that bound him to the earth ꓹ ⠀ reluctantly facing his head upward to Sevika who hadn't been informed of what was to come. " Run ! " From the combusts of his throat he released a scream of agony that shattered the core of the shell. A scintillating light cast a beacon ꓹ ⠀ subtle bursts of spitting pyre gusted in multiple angles. Buildings crumbled and the remains of the brigade collapsed ꓹ ⠀ Sevika had felt her body rise off of the concrete before being thrusted down by a brute force of nature. Her sight was briefly showered by debris ꓹ ⠀ shrapnels and fragments of metal. Glass shards splintered ꓹ ⠀ and a singular fracture tore a line through the skin of her cheek from her eyebrow. After that ꓹ ⠀ she lost consciousness and couldn't collect her bearings properly but from what she could recall was Vander found her before the enforcers did.

That day ꓹ ⠀ Vander liberated the lives of the Underground and for that people owed him an onerous debt — a debt that couldn't be repaid. For him ꓹ ⠀ that day marked the very upbringing of his title as the Hound of the Underground.

As for Sevika ꓹ ⠀ the one man she wanted to save couldn't be saved — or so she had assumed.

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* This is not the end ꓹ ⠀ our story will continue in Part II : ⠀ The Upbringing.

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&, ⠀ Afterword: ⠀ Hi loves ꓹ ⠀ just wanted to stop in and say that I am uncertain when Part II will be complete or started due to personal concerns I am being dealt with at this time. However ꓹ ⠀ in Part II I am certain that most questions will be answered regarding the deeper details of what occurred after the bridge ꓹ ⠀ a background on Bacchus ꓹ ⠀ interactions and how she met Vander & Silco — ⠀ and perhaps ꓹ ⠀ a bit behind Sevika's mother ? Anyways ꓹ ⠀ I hope you guys had a pleasure reading this and please feel free to comment suggestions or what you liked about this !

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Dominant Vander Headcanons

Pairing: Vander x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, workplace sex, creampie, blowjobs, fingering under the table, size difference, clothes sharing, table sex, cunnilingus, slight choking kink, size kink, dom!Vander

A/N: I don't know where the ask went but I remember someone asking for some dominat Vander content. Sorry this took so long!

Dom!Vander who loves to have you sit in his lap while you're out drinking with friends. He has a firm, but gentle hold on you, his meaty, muscular arm around your midriff, whispering you to stay quiet. His hand cups your clothed pussy, already hot under his large hand.

Dom!Vander who can fill you to the brim with just one finger. He loves to have you facing him, only he being able to see as your face flushes and twists in pleasure while he moves your panties to the side and goes full finger deep into your clenching heat.

Dom!Vander who makes you edge him behind the bar. Vander has his pants down around his ankles, the bar hiding his naked lower half from view and the music and chatter hiding the sloppy, wet sounds as you suck on his fat cock, squeezing just a few drops of cum from him before stopping, keeping him on edge all night until the crowd starts to thin out as closing time approaches.

Dom!Vander who wants you to finger yourself while waiting for him to close up. Your fingers can't come close to the likes of Vander's cock, or his own fingers for that matter. You know he knows that. You know that he makes you fuck yourself in front of him just so you can whimper in need as his cock gets to it's full length and hardness as he watches you.

Dom!Vander who bounces you up on his cock like a fleshlight while you're wearing only his shirt. He can see your tits bouncing against the material, the outlines of your stiff nipples peaking through. Your body light in his grasp as he moves you like you weight nothing at all. The only pressure from you coming from your slobbering cunt clamping down on his big cock.

Dom!Vander who pushes your head into the pillow and mounts you from behind, growling and snarling like a wild wolf. The bed creaks under his muscular frame hammering into you, your horny juices dripping across the sheets with every thrust of his cock into your hot pussy walls.

Dom!Vander who will finger you under the desk as you talk to the patrons. He explicitly instructed you to act like everything is normal. Luckily you're a good girl for him and only shuffle your hips and clench your thighs for him, your hand wondering to join his between your legs, on your clit, only to be slapped away and for Vander to throw you a soft, knowing look.

Dom!Vander who tells you you're his favorite meal as he eats you out on one of the tables you just finished cleaning. There's a soft jazz playing in the background that accompany your soft moans and the slick, slippery sound of Vander's tongue licking into your. He smiles at you from between your legs, your cum shimmering in his thick beard.

Dom!Vander who presses his hand against your throat as your moans begin to get higher and more frequent. He makes you wheeze as you beg him to finally let you come, you've been a very good girl for him all day, you've been needy and edged and so has he. You beg for him to sink his cock deep and make you overflow and ruin the floor with his big load.

Dom!Vander who fills you to the brim every time you have sex. How he has so much cum for you is a miracle but he claims it's just the effect you have on him. You want lots of cum, he provides lots of cum. The relationship is a mutual give and take after all and he is more than ready and willing to give you want you need.

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lunarmoonanons · 2 years

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Act 1: Vander x Reader

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When all you have of me is love, give me away. When all that’s left of us is memories, share me with others. I will always be here. I loved you completely and you loved me just the same. That’s all we need.

TW: Parent death, strangulation, angst

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YN winced in pain as her mother added another neon blue symbol to her brown skin. The color vibrant due the power behind the magic symbols. Her mother hummed in response to her pain, but continued as she was almost done. Her mother lifted YN’s small hand and moved to needle in the final two symbols, one on the backhand and one on the palm of her hand. As her mother rubbed in a lotion to the fresh skin. The blue symbols that shined from the intent of their magic began to fade and look like regular tattoos.

“Is it over Mommy?” The seven year old turned her head and asked. Their floor was uncomfortable against her front side, but YN had to lie on her stomach for her mom to tattoo across her shoulders and down her arms.

“Yeah baby, it’s all over now.” Her mother smiled and gently played with YN’s curly pigtail. The dark curls bouncing between her fingers. “I know it hurts and stings at the moment, but the pain will go away soon.”

“Why do I have to get a tattoo mommy?” YN asked.

“Because these symbols are a part of our family. From mother to child it will always connect us as a family. It’s our history and our power. These symbols…” Her mom ran her finger tips over the symbols. “These writings are magic. One day you will use them to protect yourself. And one day you will pass this onto your children.”

YN didn’t really understand what it all meant, but trusted her mother regardless. Just like she promised, the pain went away and her skin felt like it was back to normal. When she felt better, YN sat up and looked around for a specific book her mother had written, one about herbs and their properties. When she finally found it YN got up to leave, asking her mom to go out and play.

YN ran to find her friends. Of all the places they could be, the pier near the pilt was the most obvious choice. YN’s tiny feet padded up and down across the ground quickly till she found the person she was looking for. Silco.

YN had met Silco 8 months ago. When the skinny boy was getting harassed by much older kids trying to get off on bullying a smaller, younger kid. YN hated seeing people like that get what they wanted. So when the largest of the group raised his fist to strike the skinny boy, YN threw an empty bottle at his head smashing into a million little pieces. The other two goons turned their heads to see the small girl with curly black hair up in pigtails and holding an empty beer bottle like it was a sword.

“What the hell you little bitch?!” The one screamed and turned to grab her. YN backed slightly, scared of this large man that looked ready to kill her. And he might actually have killed her had it not been for Vander.

The older boy came down from a roof like a guardian angel, beating and chasing away the bastards who tried to hurt his brother. While he did, YN walked up to the skinny boy to check if he was okay. Though he was a bit apprehensive at first, YN learned the name of the boy she defended, Silco. It was the day she gained three new friends. Silco, Vander, and Benzo.

“Silco!” YN shouted and ran up to her friend that sat against a shack on the pier. She smiled and made her way fast to him.

At the sound of his name, Silco looked up from the image he was drawing in the dirt. He smiled and put his stick down. Silco was always happy to see the girl, she was a close companion to him. Someone he could share his love for knowledge with. Though he and Vander were brothers, them against the world, but Vander was never really interested in books like they were. Benzo was a friend, but he was like Vander. More brawn than most.

“Hey Silco!” YN sat next to her friend.

“Hi YN. Did you bring me a new one today?” Silco smiled and excitedly asked his friend.

YN nodded and pulled her new herb book from her lap. Silco scooched closer to her and grabbed the book from her offering hands. They both leaned on each other as Silco started to look at the pages.

“I saw mommy putting all these facts and bits in here about what each plant could do. Some are really good at healing. This one here is supposed to help calm you down if you put it in hot water.” YN explained whilst pointing at her favorite pictures.

“Thank you, YN. This is a really nice book. It’s also really valuable. Think of all the things we could do with this when we’re older.” Silco mused and ran his fingertips over some of the images.

YN got distracted when she saw Benzo and Vander walking up from where they were. With a kiss on the cheek to Silco YN ran over to Vander and Benzo to play. YN liked reading with Silco, he was one of her bestest friends, but YN also loved to hop on the posts of the pier with Vander and Benzo.

“Vander! Benzo! You guys wanna play on the pier?” YN bounced on the balls of her feet.

Vander loved hanging around the young girl to play. He loved when they would stare at the sky while they played, talking about what life would be like going topside. Living like those rich people having pets and food in surplus. Benzo liked exploring with YN when they hung out. Finding all the nooks and crannies they could squeeze their bodies into. The age difference between them didn’t bother the quartet enough, Vander and Benzo being 11, Silco 8, and YN 7. When you lived down where they were, you found friends and family when you could. Bonding so that you could stand against the world together.

Silco stared at YN as she and Vander began scaling across the poles on the pier. Wishing he’d have her attention as Vander claimed it.

~~~10 years later~~~

YN’s blood pumped fast through her veins. The 17 year old laughed at the burning warehouse she and Sevika had left burning behind them as they ran from the scene. It was a usual occurrence of the two friends fucking around with enforcers. Sevika loved to stoke the chaotic tendencies of her friend, finding amusement when they hurt enforcers. It was YN’s idea for her to seduce and find her way to their private mining warehouse, where they stored the materials from the lanes that were found in their oppressive mines, then Sevika would follow and burn it all to the ground.

The two were never caught. Always being either too fast, or too strong for them to be grabbed. Or YN would poison them with a prick of a paralytic herb she found. Either way, YN and Sevika were trouble makers. But not the only ones. The undercity was growing restless and unhappy. People everyday were making lives for the enforcers harder and harder. Talks of revolution floated around. Which of course, YN knew, Silco loved.

As Sevika and YN found good enough distance from the scene, both caught their breath before laughing out loud.

“You.. you should’ve seen… the look on that fuckers face when I pricked him. He froze and fell over like some weak little bitch.” YN breathlessly laughed, hands on her knees as her curls fell over her shoulders.

“Oh I saw. It was hilarious when you snatched the pussy away before he could touch you.” Sevika returned the laughter.

YN stood up straight and threw her arm around Sevika’s shoulders, the two sauntering away to get some food and drink to celebrate. That is until Sevika winced in pain, causing YN to see the cut along her arm. Fuck.

“You’re hurt.” YN stated.

“Yeah. I must’ve cut myself on some glass when I broke in. It’s nothing.” Sevika tried to push it off, but YN was having none of that.

“It’s a deep cut. Come on. I’ll fix it back at my place before it gets infected and you end up losing an arm.” YN pulled her friend toward the direction of her home, not taking no for an answer.

Back at her place YN had stitched her friend up,and was looking for a pain relief salve. During the last few months, the girl had gained a reputation for being a skilled healer down in the lanes. She had a natural talent and skill for fixing people up. She was able to find available cures for most illnesses, due to the nature of the patients' living conditions and the right mix of medicine and homeopathic treatment.

YN sent Sevika home as she cleaned. Hearing rustling from her mother’s room, YN went to go check on her. She was still sleeping, which was best. The past few years saw her mother grow increasingly paranoid about topside. About how the topsiders hated her for practicing magic and were going to kill her because she got away the first time. YN knew her mother used to live in Piltover before she was born, and that she had to flee because of their fear and hatred for magic. Her mother was convinced that the council was still after her. YN didn’t know what to believe. Sometimes she resented her mother for going insane, for leaving her in mind but not in body, for being a burden. YN loved her mother, but also felt trapped by her.

With a sigh and a kiss to her mother’s coily hair, YN got up to leave. She wanted to visit Vander and Silco before he ran off to wherever Vander went.

The walk to their apartment was easy. The air, though polluted, still cleared her mind as she focused on who she was excited to see. But YN could tell if she was more excited to see Vander or Silco. Hopefully, only Benzo was there. HE was always easy to talk to and laugh with.

Silco answered the door to the apartment, smiling at seeing his friend.

“Hey Silco. Mind if I come in?” YN smiled, her brown cheeks stretched in a grin.

“No, it's fine. What’s up with you?” Silco watched her sit on their crappy couch. He never changed with how much he enjoyed talking to YN. Catching up was a highlight for him, as he could watch her smile and rant all night long.

“Oh not much. Sevika and I burned down an enforcer warehouse.” YN mentioned casually. Getting a laugh out of his surprised expression.

“Really? And you didn’t get caught?” He asked. Silco knew YN was capable of taking care of herself, but he was still worried about her.

“Never do. Besides, we're not the only ones. Word is lots of people are ready to do some crazy shit to enforcers.”

“Oh I know. It’s exciting isn’t it? Finally, the city is getting ready to push back. The dream of a new nation might be realized in our lifetime. The lanes being free.” Silco mused next to the girl. Eyes on her curly hair, switching to her dark brown eyes and slight lines of her tattoo across her shoulders.

“It is exciting. Just like Van and I used to talk about. Where is he by the way? I know he isn’t working now.” YN looked around a little eagerly for their friend.

“Him? Vander joined some fighting pits. He goes there to earn extra money.” Silco said as casual as he could, trying to get an angry reaction from YN.

“What?! That fucking idiot! Is he trying to get killed?!” YN stood up in anger and began pacing around. “And don’t claim what I’ve been doing to this! I try to make life hard for the enforcers, he’s out there letting himself get exploited violently to what?! To prove he’s some strong man?! Doesn’t he care what would happen if he got hurt?! Doesn’t he know what that’d do to us?!”

YN hated the fighting pits. She thought they were exploitative, violent, pits of despair. People got beaten to death there. And the thought that Vander could die made YN sick to her stomach. If he died she’d never see his face again, hear his voice, feel his hand hold hers. YN didn’t want to admit if these feelings were legitimate or not, but she felt them nonetheless.

“I know. I know. I told him you’d be mad, but he was insistent. Are you okay?” Silco asked. Upset slightly at her reaction to the news.

“Its….its fine. Can you walk me home? I’d rather walk back talking to a friend rather than stewing in my thoughts.” YN asked. Unable to stay in their apartment anymore.

So both walked and talked their way to YN’s home. They joked and mused about the rising situation in the undercity. The conversation was cut short when YN noticed her door was askew. She ran inside calling for her mother.

The sight of her strangled mother made the girl nauseous. Her hands shook as she made her way closer to her mother’s body. Not believing that she was gone. Not when she had been alive just a few hours ago.

“M…Mommy?...Mommy?...” YN started to tear up and reached her hand out. Before she could touch her, a larger hand grabbed hers and pulled YN back to a chest. YN’s teary eyes looked up to see Vander. He later explained that he was in the neighborhood when he heard YN running to her apartment.

Vander held her tight against his chest as she began crying. Shushing and rubbing her arms, as they rocked back and forth. He kissed her forehead, picking her up bridal style so that vicars could come to take away the body.

“It’s okay chick.. It’s going to be okay…” Vander whispered as she cried.

~~~6 months later~~~

YN had been hunting down the enforcer that murdered her mother. Narrowing it down to one man. She was certain that it was this man, possibly sent by the council from Piltover, who lived in his nice house topside. YN wanted revenge, to avenge her mother, to atone for not being there when her mother was alone at the mercy of this man. Now she would get it. Her mother’s murderer had a young daughter, one he loved more than anything.

He took her mother, she’d take his child.

As YN made her way to the lift upside, she was stopped by the image of Vander blocking her way. He looked concerned, and she was in no mood to see or speak.

“What do you want, Vander?” YN bit at him. He noticed the bags under her eyes, her shaking hands, and the look in her eyes.

“I know what you’re planning to do YN.” Vander said.

“So what.”

“So, I know you don’t really want to do this. I know you don’t want to kill a kid.”

“He took my mother. He deserves to suffer. Why are you in my way?!” YN became more agitated. She just wanted to get it over with. If she thought too much about it, YN knew she’d back out. No, she didn’t want to kill a child.

“You kill this kid, and you’ll never forgive yourself. You will hate yourself for the rest of your life. Please YN. Please listen to me.” He placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Let go of me. I need to do this. Let go Vander!” YN tried pushing him away but he pulled her toward him. “Why do you care whether I forgive myself or not?! You’ve never cared when I hurt enforcers before, Why Now?!”

“Because, you kill this kid and you go to prison. Your grief will consume you and you will never be the same. I won’t let you do it. I won’t let you blame yourself or end up in prison. Not when I love you so much.” Vander said. Holding her close to him.

YN looked up at Vander, teary eyed, as they stared at each other. Suddenly the walls fell down and both kissed each other. Finally finding comfort with the other.

~~~3 years later~~~

YN wiped her hands on a cloth as she turned her back to the pregnant woman on the table behind her. Nowadays, YN was a well known medicine person down in the lanes. Writing several notebooks for herself on how to treat people from the lanes. With a final wipe across the ring on her left hand, YN turned back to the woman and smiled.

“You should take it easy these last few months. Try not to exert yourself, okay?”

“I guess I’ll just have to spend my days in bed then.” The woman joked. YN smiled back, gathering her things, she made her way out of the brothel and toward her apartment with Vander.

It had been 5 months since they tied the knot. It wasn’t a fancy affair, or an extravagant one, but it was simple and sweet. Having Benzo officiate the wedding, Silco as Vander’s best man, and Sevika as YN’s best woman. YN smiled wide and joyfully that whole day. Vander held her close, holding the woman he loved near to his heart. The rest of the world and all their troubles faded away as they were in each other’s arms. The night ended with them wrapped together dancing and swaying to the moonlight above them.

“I love you, Vander.” YN whispered against his chest as she laid over him, sweaty and tired.

“I love you too, YN.” Vander whispered against the top of her head.

YN blushed at the memory as she neared their shared home above an old bar. When she made her way inside, her good mood was gone as she saw her bruised husband sitting in their kitchen. She huffed and made her way to him, a visible displeased look on her face one he returned with a meek apologetic one.

“Sorry love, I guess I was in over my ‘ead this last fight.” Vander tried apologizing. Flinching at the alcohol rag pressed into his bleeding cuts.

“I know you fight for some reason. All I ask is that you come back in one piece.” YN huffed as she began stitching up her husband. Her furrowed brows caused him to place his palm on her cheek, lifting her face to look at him.

“I’m sorry love. I truly am. I know you don’t like when I get ‘urt. But I promise it’s also for the cause.” Vander apologized.

“So more fighters were interested in what you had to say?” Recently after the fights Vander would talk about rising against Piltover and liberation from the yolk of their oppressors. YN supported him in his rebellious ideals, just not in his self-destructive ones.

“A lot were interested. People want to be free. One day I’ll give you the life you deserve.” He promised and rubbed her cheekbone with his thumb.

“I love the life I have with you now.” Both smiled and placed each other’s forehead together.

YN then stood up and began looking for something to eat. They talked about their days. The mundane domesticity felt like a calming balm to the chaotic lives they were leading. YN being around to see sick and dying people, Vander fighting and clawing his way out of captivity.

“So, have you Silco talked about what you’ll do if you gain independence from topside?” YN asked as she began cooking. The routine of making food melted the chaotic thoughts in her head.

“Silco’s all for revolution, he just wants it by any means necessary. He asked if you were going to go to a protest down near the markets.” Vander responded as he sat in the kitchen with her, not covering up his obvious gaze on her ass.

“Eyes up hounddog. And I might, if only to make sure no one dies. It’s hard being one of the few non addict healers down here.” YN smiled and hummed as her husband wrapped his arms around her torso, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Am I allowed to be upset that you might get hurt?”

“Nope.”

YN stopped the food, and turned to her husband with a cheeky grin. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled as they swayed together. His hands started to wander up her sides as his grin became more suggestive. He kissed her neck and put her on top of the counter.

“Why *kiss* Don’t *kiss* Go *kiss* Take *kiss* This *kiss* Upstairs?” Vander finished off with a kiss right on her full plush lips, hands roaming around her body. Trying to entice his wife to their bedroom. YN kissed him back, tugging at the ends of his hair, before playfully pulling away and placing her fingertips on Vander’s lips.

“I would love to, but… unfortunately…. My husband is tragically injured, and because he made me mad. So now I’m going to rub one out whilst you make dinner~” YN teased and hopped off the counter. Sauntering her way to their bedroom, she threw a knowing teasing look over her shoulder toward her husband. They both knew that look.

“Oh you little-” Vander smirked and chased his wife into their bedroom. The rest of the night was a mess of limbs, kisses, and laughter. The couple falling into bed with familiar ease. Afterwards, YN rested her head on his chest, absently tracing the symbols on her shoulders in his skin, Vander rubbed her scalp with his fingers.

“Are you alright?” He whispered.

“I’m fine. You seem a little distracted.”

“It’s…’m worried about Silco. He’s getting violent and radical. Instead of the lanes being free, he’s talking about a new nation to rival that of Piltover.” He looked down at his wife.

“Isn’t that what we want?” YN asked. Looking right back at his gaze she felt warm and safe.

“I want the lanes safe. I want our home to be free from the yolk of Piltover. I don’t want to start a war and kill every topsider I see.” YN smiled at her husband. Placing her hand over his beating heart.

“You’re a good man. A good leader. Silco and you want the same thing in the end.”

YN smiled at her husband which he returned as they both brought their foreheads together, breathing in deep before pulling away. Vander put a kiss on her head as YN placed her head back over his chest.

~~~4 years later~~~

YN had been troubled as she walked along the undercity with her friend Silco. The last four years had proven to be more and more violent. Talks of rebellion now leading to more riots and protests in the streets. YN had been working overtime to fix as many people as she could. Her tattoos had started to glow more neon blue everytime she had to heal someone. YN found herself muttering small spells and intents as she wrote in several notebooks about what procedure worked and what didn’t.

Silco looked at his friend as she was focused on the ground. His own gaze on her face, lips, hair, whatever he could focus at the moment as he stared.

“Are you alright?” He asked. They both paused near their favorite place, the pilt.

“I’m worried about all these riots that keep happening. So many people are getting hurt and then they react with even more violence.” YN turned to her companion, noting the skeptical look on his face. “I want freedom from Piltover I do. But what if we cause a war? I don’t want to risk our people because the topsiders are unwilling to let go of their punching bags. But I also want to hurt them. I want them to feel the same pain I’ve felt. I feel like that makes me a bad person.”

YN picked at her cuticles, not meeting his gaze.

“You’re not a bad person. You have every right to want them to hurt as we do. You and I want the same thing, to create a nation free from topside rule.”

“Nations are never safe from their previous oppressors. We don’t have the same resources as they do. They have more guns, more trained people, more medicine. We have passionate followers, but that’s not enough. I don’t want to be responsible for someone’s parents dying.” YN ranted, not noticing Silco getting closer.

“We have you. You can make the best poisons I’ve seen, you’re amazing at healing people, and I know you know more about their illnesses than most do.” Silco placed a hand on her shoulder, finally making the two lock eyes.

“Where are you going with this?” YN asked.

“Make a poison for us. Spread it through their water and bring the topside to its knees. They will listen to us when we hold the means of their survival in our hands. We could control them. You and I.” This caused YN to slightly back away from him, but before she could pull away fully, Silco placed a hesitant kiss on her lips. YN pushed back and put distance between the two.

“No Silco. I am married, I love Vander. He’s your brother.” YN tried to reason with him.

“Vander may be my brother, but he isn’t willing to do what it takes to be free of topside. He wants to free the lanes. We want a new nation. Don’t you see that together we can be great?” Silco pleaded his case ro her, but she wasn’t having it.

“What did you and Vander talk about or do that made him so angry today?”

Before Silco could answer, they both saw Vander walking up towards them. His eyes held regret and fury as he stalked toward the two. Did he see Silco kiss her?

“Vander, love, please calm-” YN was interrupted when her husband handcuffed her to a pipe, then turned to Silco. YN knew that look, she had the same look when she was ready to kill for her mother. Silco understood that look as well. YN yanked off the cuff as hard as she could trying to plead with Vander to stop.

“Vander! Vander No! Don’t hurt him!”

But her cries were unheard as the two ran into the pilt.

Hours later, YN's arm was sore and her mind was exhausted. She’d been screaming for the two to stop and come back, but nothing happened. Soon her attention was brought back to Vander as he made his way back to her. He was wet and panting, his arm had a deep cut and his eyes looked troubled. YN felt her heart drop. When he released her from the cuff, she pushed him away from her in anger.

“You killed him?! Didn’t you?! Why?! Because he kissed me?” YN was crying. Her best friend, dead, was not something she ever conceived of. She didn’t want to believe it. Partially because if Vander did kill him due to the one sided kiss, YN would hate herself for the rest of her life.

“I killed him because he was willing to sacrifice thousands of us and them to rule a new nation. For power when all we wanted was freedom! He was turning into some blood hungry monster.” Vander tried explaining, but the emotions running high between them left the excuse on deaf ears.

“He was your brother! He was my best friend!” YN shoved her palms against Vander pushing away the larger man, who did little to retaliate. “I never want to see you again!”

YN screamed at Vander. Shoving him away for one final time before running off. As much as Vander wanted to chase her and never let go of her, he let her run. With the foreseeable future holding nothing but death, Vander thought it best to let her go.

~~~5 months later~~~

The stray food had been cleared out again. YN was certain that the food she’d been leaving out for a stray animal wasn’t getting eaten way before the small thing could get to it. Making YN certain that someone was scooping it out beforehand. But like usual for the past 5 months, she left out food just in case.

For the past 5 months YN had kept to her word about not seeing Vander. Living alone in her smaller place made it somewhat easier for her to run her medical business, since she didn’t have another person there. But her heart still ached for the silly mundane interactions that she and Vander would have as they made their way around their old place.

Sometimes YN and Vander would act like children again, by hopping in what little furniture they had trying not to touch the ground. YN made it a habit to pounce on him, knocking both onto the couch. She always ended up on top of him, placing kiss after kiss over his stupid smiling face.

YN hummed at the good memory between them as she got ready to go to sleep. The sound of creaking from her fire escape made her sit straight up. That sound alerted her to the possible food thief. That creaking was too heavy to be a small animal. So quietly she got up to see who it was. Stopping and holding her breath at the image of this dirty, skinny boy that was on his hands and knees shoving the food into his mouth.

“Do you want some actual food instead of scraps?” YN asked with a tentative smile. The small kid jumped and froze in place, eyes large as saucers. YN was quick to soothe him before he ran. “I won’t punish you, I promise. Let’s just get you some actual warm food and maybe a bed as well. Okay?”

The boy gave a quick nod, then ran past YN into her apartment. The woman smiled and began to put together some filling and warm soup. Smiling at the way he began to wolf it down, before holding out the bowl for more.

“You’re pretty hungry, huh?” YN asked. He nodded and slowed down this time so that he wouldn’t throw up. “Can I know your name?”

“Mylo.” He stated quickly. Not really meeting her eyes.

“Well Mylo, where are your parents? Why are you all alone?” YN asked very carefully, already suspecting the worse.

“My mom died when I was born. Dad died in the mines.” Mylo explained. His little hands out down the spoon, eyes getting slightly teary. YN cooed and sat next to him.

“Oh baby. I’m so sorry.” YN petted his hair. Pulling the boy into her arms for a hug. It was obvious that the 5 year old needed some affection and touch. YN couldn’t tell how long he’d been on his own, but she could tell it had been a while since he had a bath. So when he was done crying and eating, YN brought him toward her restroom for a bath. Which of course he objected to.

After a tiring bathing session, YN brought Mylo to her bed letting the boy get comfortable under her sheets as she tucked him in.

“If you want to leave tomorrow, then that’s okay. I’m not gonna hold you against your will.” YN ran her fingers over his hair, soothing Mylo into sleep.

“Can I stay with you? Please?” Mylo asked in a quiet voice. YN smiled and nodded, giving the boy a kiss on the forehead before going to go to the couch. “Please sleep here. I don’t like sleeping by myself.”

His shaky whisper compelled the woman to smile and get under the sheets with him. He cuddled up to her, falling into a comfortable sleep.

~~~1 year later~~~

The little boy in her arms was quiet, as YN made her way to her place . The child, Claggor, barely said a word as he held onto the kind woman who fixed his cut arm and offered him a place to sleep and eat.

YN smiled down at Claggor, masking her worry at what her boy Mylo would say or do. The last year with him had been fun and energetic. Once his anxious shell had broken, his mischievous nature had shone through. He loved to jump on the bed, he was a talent at hiding in small spaces then popping out to scare YN, and he had begun to show interest in some mechanical locks and how they worked.

It had been a game between them, for YN to pretend to not notice Mylo was hiding and waited for him to jump out at her. YN grinned with her lips pressed together at the thought of Mylo jumping out at her.

That’s why she was so nervous at bringing Claggor home. YN was almost certain that Mylo was going to be jealous of Claggor, since it had been just them for so long it was going to be an adjustment to accommodate a new child.

Once YN reached her door, she knocked to alert Mylo she was coming in. The sound made Claggor look up at the woman who returned his gaze with a smile. The door was swung open by her small boy who was excited to see her.

“Mom! Can we have-” Mylo’s sentence was cut short when he saw the slightly larger child in HIS mother’s arms. “Who’s that?”

“This is Claggor. He’s going to be with us for a bit. I want you to be nice and remember how scared you were when you first got here. Okay?”

Mylo didn’t respond. He stood off to the side as YN brought Claggor to the table, beginning to make some food for the boys. Claggor looked down at his hands as Mylo sat across from him, trying to gauge some type of reaction from the other. Mylo stared intensely, not really wanting to share his mom.

“How long is he gonna be here?” YN turned to Mylo after his question, eyebrow raised in a ‘try me’ way.

“He’ll stay as long as he needs to. Please try to be sympathetic. Claggor has had a hard time just like you. Okay Mylo?”

Mylo nodded and didn’t speak much for the rest of the meal. After YN washed both boys and got them to bed. Tucking both under her covers and kissing both on the forehead.

“I won’t be able to sleep here tonight okay? I’ll take up too much space and I want you to be comfortable.” YN smiled and closed the door, leaving a small crack just in case.

“don’t worry.. mom is great… it’ll be okay… you can trust me…” Mylo whispered to the boy.

YN smiled and got comfortable on the couch.

~~~3 years later~~~

YN paced back and forth in her apartment. Her anxiety left her two 9 nine year olds feeling the same anxiety coming from her. YN knew that Vander was going to lead a bunch of people from the lanes across the bridge and she just knew that something was going to go wrong.

The red smoke coming from the bridge confirmed said fears. The sky was filled with smoke, fire, and screams of people dying or losing loved ones. All she got from anyone was that the enforcers killed everyone they saw. Just as the screams got quieter and quieter, YN felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.

Vander must be… dead. Vander was dead and the last thing she said to him were words full of hate. And now he was gone. She never even got to say that she loved him one last time. YN’s pacing stopped when she turned her head to her boys who sat on the couch, scared about what was happening. Both curled into small balls of fear.

“Oh my loves. I’m sorry for scaring you.” YN sat between them on the couch and pulled both close, her brown arms wrapped them trying to soothe them as best she could.

“Are the enforcers going to come down here?” Claggor asked quietly. YN kissed the top of his head.

“No baby. They’re just gonna focus on the bridge.”

“Did you know anyone there?” Mylo asked, trying to distract his mind.

“My husband. I don’t know if he made it. I’m scared he didn’t.” Both boys hugged her close to comfort her.

As the explosions got louder, YN took both children to her room and tucked them away. Wanting them to be shielded from the apocalyptic scene taking place outside. This was one of the few times she closed the door to her room fully. Wanting some sense of privacy to let her emotions spill out. The pain of most likely losing her husband tearing into her soul open, causing YN to hit her knees and sob. The sound pulled the breath from her as she heaved and dropped her face to the floor and cried.

Her emotional breakdown was interrupted by the sound of knocking at her door. With apprehension, YN made her way to the door. Swinging it open to be faced with the familiar disheveled face of Vander. He looked tired, bloody, and was holding two sleeping girls. YN wordlessly reached forward and brushed back the blue hair of the smaller one. Stepping back to allow Vander in her place, the two didn’t speak.

“You can put them in my room with the boys.” YN said.

“The boys?”

“Long story.”

Vander did as she said. Afterwards making his way to her kitchen so YN could patch him up. They didn’t say much as she was focused on making him better. Both were too scared what would come out if they said anything, but also both were desperate to just holding each other because they just missed the other so fucking much.

“Where did you find them?” YN asked, finally breaking the silence.

“On the bridge.”

“Their parents?”

“Dead. They saw their bodies…”

“How many died?”

“Almost everyone.”

Finally YN stood up in anger, walking away so that he wouldn’t see her face.

“You’re such a fucking idiot!” YN growled out in anger, making Vander stand up in equal anger to her statement.

“I was trying to get liberation! I wanted to get the lanes free from Piltover. I-”

“If you died I would never forgive myself! I would hate myself for pushing you away that last time! I- I don’t want you to die!!” YN screamed and turned to him, showing the tears that ran down her face as she tried to hold them back. The same tears that reflected his own.

They both embraced. Vander shushed her as she sobbed and weakly hit his chest with her balled up fists.They rocked back and forth, trying to comfort the other.

“Please.. Please don’t die.. I don’t want you to go… I couldn’t bear it.. Please Vander. Please do this for me? Please don’t go away again. I won’t shove you away I promise.” YN broke down.

Vander pulled back and kissed his wife deeply. Tears and passion mixing from the pain of what they lost. The blame and pain from the last few years bubbling up from the fact that they missed each other. The fact they still loved each other.

The love shared between them was not an anchor, but a bond that finally got tied again. This reunion wouldn’t take the pain of losing so many lives, and the weight of guilt wouldn’t subside. But now they both had someone again to hold their hand, and be with them when it got worse.

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I NEED ARCANE MUTUALS OMG.

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Workplace Violations

AO3 link

Grayson x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Pining, Enforcer Reader, Power Bottom Grayson, Soft Top Reader, Dom/sub Undertones, Soft Dom Grayson, Sub Reader, Smut, Praise Kink (For both), Lesbian Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Voice Kink, Porn with Feelings

Word count: 5.9k

Summary: Sheriff Grayson, your superior and apparently not-so-secret crush, has been under considerable stress as of late. So when you offer your aid via several means of relaxation, she isn’t about to refuse. And when she suggests some additional techniques that just so happen to be considerably less… conventional than others, well who are you to deny your superior?

AN: Already on AO3, just copying it over here. This was for an anon request from WAY too long ago. I'm very far behind on requests. 😩

To say today had been exhausting for Grayson would be a severe understatement. But, really, it's been far longer than just today. More like a hell of a year. Today just happened to be the shitty ass icing on the shitty ass cake. Sheriff Grayson (your superior and mentor for just over a year now) had spent the afternoon down in the Undercity. You (her faithful lap dog as some down there would call you) were at her side while she was trying to cut a deal with Vander to address the rising crime in Piltover. Crime carried out, very obviously, by the citizens of the Undercity. Grayson- bless her patience, understanding, and willingness to compromise- had gone from being chewed out by the Piltover council that morning for not doing enough, to being chewed out by the Undercity's overseers for doing too much. She just couldn't win. It was honestly heartbreaking for you to watch all of it. You knew it was wearing on her. She wore that confidence and carried out that grit with both the city she served and the poor repressed city beneath it. However, the moment she was back alone- well, besides you- in her office, she'd let that facade crumble and show just how utterly defeated she felt.

Striding into her office with you in tow not far behind, Grayson flops down onto the tall back chair at her desk with a resigned sigh. Leaning back, she closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her hooked nose. "Fuck," she exhales under her breath.

Her raspy voice, something you've been rather fond of since the first time you heard her speak, is strained even more than usual. You shift from one foot to the other from where you stand at the opposite side of the desk, struggling with what to do or say to help her.

"Sheriff, if I may," you begin softly, flinching when you see her brows furrow deeper.

“You know that formality is not necessary when we are alone.”

"Grayson," you correct yourself and she seems to at least relax her brows a bit at that. "I know things have been rough with trying to keep the peace between Piltover and the Undercity. It may seem like everyone thinks you're failing. But, I know there are people who do see the effort you're putting into this. They see and appreciate your genuine compassion for both sides. I know I do. And I- well, I'm quite proud to work for you."

Removing her fingers from her nose, she opens her eyes to regard you with a considerably softer expression. Her lips curl into a small, contented smile and you can't help the way that makes your heart skip a beat. "You're too kind, dear," she sighs. "Sometimes I wonder if you're too kind for this job."

And there went that little bit of hope you felt.

She must have noticed too, her eyes going wide for a moment before she starts backpedaling. "That's not what I meant. You're very good at your job. Why else do you think I only ever take you along on my most important tasks? What I meant is that it's not good for you. I don't want to see you so let down when things don't go as planned." Her already beautifully raspy voice is even heavier than usual, weighed down by how exhausted she is.

And it just breaks your heart.

"Sheri- Grayson, it's- it's not so much when things don't go as planned. It's when I see how much it hurts you," you admit, and you fear she can see the way your cheeks redden when she raises a brow.

She releases another heavy sigh and shakes her head. "Please don't worry about me, dear. I'll be just fine." Her tired eyes drift from you to the tall cabinet along the wall just to your right, where she stores her secret stash of liquid relaxation.

Secret to everyone besides you that is.

"Can I get you a drink?" You offer with a smile.

Her eyes brighten just a tad when they flit back to you. "Only if you pour one for yourself as well." The corner of her mouth tugs into a tiny smile before she adds, "And talk with me."

“Gladly,” you reply, and you hope she doesn’t catch how your smile grows dramatically at her request. Quickly, you head to the cabinet, removing two tall flute glasses from the upper half, then an unopened bottle of champagne from the refrigerated lower half.

Setting the glasses on her desk, you can feel her gaze on you as you attempt, with some minor difficulty, to remove the foil from the bottle.

“Need help with that?” she asks, amusement evident in the lilt of her voice.

You’ve only done this a couple of times, but you want her to relax. And you want to impress her with how cleanly you can do this.

“No. I’ve got it,” you reply. Once you’ve pried the wire cage loose, you aim the bottle away from both of you, just in case your statement turns out to be a lie. With one hand wrapped firmly around the bottle and one around the cork, you give both a good twist. The cork slips out with a resounding pop, but it’s controlled. Not so much as a drop is spilled. Grabbing one of the glasses, you carefully pour one and hand it to Grayson before pouring one for yourself.

"Nicely done," Grayson laughs as she taps her glass to yours. "To good company during less than good times."

Your cheeks heat at the compliment, and you hope she doesn't notice. "To a wonderful Sheriff," you say softly before bringing the glass to your mouth. You pause though, enraptured by the view of Grayson's lips through her own glass. They curl into a smile you've never seen her give anyone else in her presence. As you watch the way her bottom lip presses against the rim, your mind wanders to places it probably shouldn't. What would those lips feel like pressed against your own? On your neck? On your-

"Are you going to just stand there all evening, dear?"

Grayson's teasing and subsequent short chuckle snap you out of your daydream.

"S-sorry," you stammer. You duck your head, hoping she won’t notice your embarrassment as you scurry to take a seat in the chair at the opposite side of her desk. She simply grins at you, and despite it being over your own silly fumble, you can't help but feel a warmth spread through your chest that you're the one to cause it.

The two of you drink for some time. Exactly how long, you're not certain, but it's long enough for the two of you to down the last bit of champagne. Long enough for you to really start feeling those drinks kick in.

The alcohol toys with your senses. It leaves your judgment lacking, and your control lowered. You don't even realize how you're so blatantly admiring Grayson from across the desk as she stares wistfully off into the distance, reminiscing over her younger years. Nor how your eyes linger on her beautifully chiseled jaw and cheekbones, the swell of her chest. Or how you lick your lips when you watch, with blatant interest, as she lifts her glass and presses it against her lips to take a drink. Or how you shift in your seat when you see the bobbing motion down her neck as she swallows.

When did it get so hot in here?

Your focus shifts to the way her shoulders and back tense when she leans forward to rest her elbows on her desk. "Can I give you a massage?"

You bring a hand to your mouth, clearly too late to cover your slip. If your cheeks weren't already warm from the alcohol, they certainly would be now.

Grayson turns to you and stares, wide-eyed, for a moment, but says nothing.

"That was inappropriate of me to ask you," you finally blurt out after what feels like an eternity stewing in your own embarrassment. "I'm so sor-"

"Yes," Grayson interrupts.

Your mouth hangs open briefly before you’re able to form a reply. "What?" You ask dumbly.

"I would like that," she replies. “I could really use something to help relax right now.”

You stand— a bit too quickly. In your inebriated enthusiasm, you start to lose your balance. Catching yourself with a hand on the edge of her desk, you pray she doesn’t notice. You glance in her direction. Of course she noticed. Those sharp eyes are honed in on your hand. The one very obviously keeping you from toppling over.

Damnit.

“Perhaps another time,” she suggests, but the corner of her mouth curls just the tiniest amount in amusement.

Laughing awkwardly, you shake your head. “No. I’m good.” Feeling steady enough, you make your way behind her chair. Even with the alcohol to help calm your nerves, you still can’t shake the nervous feeling that washes over you. You're about to put your hands on Grayson, even if it’s just some innocent shoulder massages.

Innocent. Completely innocent.

Grayson normally stands a decent amount taller than you, but with her seated and you standing, it’s almost dizzying to have this bit of height over her. Slipping your hands over her shoulders, you run your palms back and forth across them several times. Glancing down, you find the view is going to be rather… distracting. Her uniform hugs the curves of her breasts a little too nicely.

So much for innocent.

Trying to keep your thoughts from drifting to places they shouldn’t, you turn your attention to the thick hair that covers the top of her head. As you start to incorporate gentle squeezing into your ministrations, you can feel the tense muscles beneath your hands start to relax bit by bit.

Grayson releases a quiet, deep hum of approval before taking a sip of her drink. “That’s lovely,” she rasps.

Janna, her voice is like fucking velvet.

You start to get a bit rougher with your hands, really digging at some of those stubborn knots. Her shoulders suddenly jerk, and you freeze, afraid you hurt her. Before you can apologize, that delightfully husky voice cuts through the air again.

“Mmmm. Right there, sweetheart. That feels wonderful.”

Sweetheart? Sweetheart?! Does she have any idea what she's doing to you right now? Innocence be damned. The way she fucking says those specific words. The possible connotation… used in a different… situation. Oh, what you would give to have that be the case. You quickly resume the massage, making sure you do exactly what you were doing to get her to drop that sweet praise.

Grayson’s eyes close and her head lulls back against the chair. The new position reveals a delightful stretch of her neck. And her face. Her blissful expression. Those slightly parted, wet lips. All at your doing.

"Lower," she husks.

You blink. "What?"

"You can go lower," she replies, and goodness, that incredibly sexy voice of hers has somehow gotten even huskier. Sultrier. And… suggestive?

As much as you want to think she means nice lower on her front side, you know that can't possibly be it. So you let your hands slide lower down her back. At least until you catch her eyes opening and flashing up to you as she arches a brow.

Oh my.

You start to reverse your path and her smile returns. She's watching your face so close that it only adds to the sudden, exponential increase in your body temperature. As the tips of your fingers just barely graze over the swell of her breasts, you freeze again.

Can you do this? Should you do this? You want to. She apparently wants you to. But it's not right, is it?

Apparently noticing your distress, Grayson places a hand gently on one of yours. "Only if you want to, sweetheart," she says quietly.

Oh, sweet Janna.

"Are you alright?" She asks, breaking you from your momentary daze.

"I- Yes. Why?" You manage to get out.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, you just whimpered something along the lines of Oh sweet Janna."

Thank goodness your cheeks are already flush with the effects of consuming entirely too much alcohol, because the way your face burns at the realization of your slip, you could probably set fire to her hair if you got any closer.

“I’m- I’m okay,” you stammer. “Just had a bit too much to drink.” It’s not exactly a lie. Thankfully she appears to be satisfied with your answer, as her hand slides back down to rest on the arm of her chair.

Slowly, you let your hands travel further down before grabbing a handful of each of her breasts. You squeeze, gently, and the soft moan that pulls from her throat nearly has you moaning all the same.

You've only dreamed of this moment for the past several months. Only ever thought it would be a dream. Nothing more. Simply fantasizing about what you'd like to do to her. How you'd like to touch her. How you'd like to please her. Yet, here you are, in her office just fucking groping her, kneading her breasts as if this was an entirely normal occurrence between you two. And she seems to be enjoying it just as much as you are. Her eyes have fallen shut and her lips are pulled into a soft smile. Such a beautiful smile. And kissable lips-

“Open my jacket.”

“I’m- I’m sorry?” you stutter, blinking several times. Then you realize she's staring up at you expectantly.

“Come now. No more playing coy with me. You think I haven’t noticed how you watch me. How you hang on every word I say, even when it’s not work-related? Your hands are already on my tits, now just get my damn clothes out of the way.”

“Grayson, I- I-” you stammer.

What are you even supposed to say to that? She knows you've been infatuated with her? Have you really been that obvious? And she’s okay with it? Is the feeling mutual? She’s asking you to take her clothes off and touch her… so it must be, right?

You must be dreaming. It's the only logical explanation.

Hesitantly, you reach your hands down to release the clasps on her jacket. You’re not sure if it’s from nerves, excitement, or a bit of both, but your hands shake noticeably. Hopefully, she doesn’t notice. As you lean over her, stretching to reach that last clasp just above her belt buckle, your face comes dangerously close to hers. So close that you can smell the hints of citrus and spice from her champagne and the crisp, clean scent of her starched blouse beneath the jacket. You take in a deep, quiet breath through your nose as you release the clasp.

“You smell wonderful,” you murmur what was supposed to be kept in your mind. Quickly catching your slip this time, you try to withdraw, but Grayson’s hand catches yours against her chest.

Grayson’s eyes meet yours as she tilts her head to regard you. “Listen, darling, all this demure behavior, the blushing, it’s all rather delightful. Flattering really. But, I need you to understand that I’m more than okay with what we’re doing. I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if it wasn’t what I wanted, now would I?”

“No,” you reply dumbly, averting your eyes from her gaze.

“Now if you are not comfortable with this, we can stop.”

Your eyes go wide and shoot back to hers. “No!” you nearly shout. Janna, you need to get a hold of yourself. “I- I mean I’ve only dreamt of touching you like this for…” you trail off and look away again, feeling as if you’ve already admitted too much.

“As have I,” Grayson says softly as she gives your hand a squeeze.

What?

You gape at her, utterly dumbfounded.

She chuckles at your expression, and it’s so wonderfully deep and heartfelt it makes your head spin. “Don’t look so surprised, darling. Hard not to fall for a pretty, sweet thing like you.”

If you could blush any harder, you certainly would. But at least now you’re feeling considerably more confident knowing she’s had eyes for you all this time as well.

“Shall we?” Grayson asks as she slips her hand away from yours to grasp the buckle of her belt. It’s a simple question, but the way her voice drops lower, laced with a suggestive tone- not to mention the way her lips curl into the slightest smirk- clearly there’s something else behind those two words.

You nod and she proceeds to open her belt while you unbutton her white blouse. Pushing her jacket and blouse further open, you find her donning a simple white satin bra. Not that your attention remains there long when there’s so much soft, supple cleavage sitting there waiting to be touched.

Feeling a bit more emboldened now, you don’t wait for her to tell you again. As you slide your hands down her warm, soft chest, you watch her expression closely. Her eyelids droop as you slip beneath the cups of her bra to take a generous amount of her in your hands and gently squeeze. The deep, quiet groans that escape her parted lips encourage you to keep doing exactly what you’re doing.

“You’re doing wonderful, love,” Grayson groans.

Love?

Now you’re downright swooning for this woman. The pet names. The praise. The confessions. The touching. The moans. It’s all so wonderful and perfect. She’s so perfect. And as you start to roll your fingers over her hardening nipples, her responses become so much more delightful.

The soft groans spilling from her mouth turn into a sharp gasp when you give each nipple a playful pinch. Her grip on the arms of the chair becomes so tight you can hear the wood creak. She adjusts in her seat, scooting forward enough to allow her to spread her strong thighs. “Fuck me,” she husks.

Lust-filled eyes meet yours and you realize she wasn’t just moaning expletives out of pleasure. That was a command.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

“Come here.”

Though she’s rather unclear on where exactly here is, you’re fairly certain she means between her and her desk. You move quickly, but she’s apparently quite impatient. You’re no more than turned to face her and she’s practically ripping the front of your uniform open, leaving you just as exposed as she is. Even the little gasp that you suck in is cut short as she grabs you by the lapels of your jacket and pulls you onto her lap, forcing you to straddle her.

Your hands fly out to grasp at the back of her chair, fearful you’re going to knock heads with how forcefully she pulls you against her.

“Grays-” your startled cry is muffled by the sudden press of her lips to yours. But it doesn’t matter. You forget everything else because she’s fucking kissing you. And it’s nothing like you had ever imagined. It’s so much better. She tastes of citrus and spices, even a hint of coffee. And her lips are smooth, soft, and moving hungrily. Janna, she is kissing you hard, and wild. It’s not sloppy. She keeps it clean and respectable. But it’s so deep and passionate. Like she's been wanting to do this for as long as you have.

As you gather your bearings, you let your hands slip down to her shoulders. You cling to her as you try to match the intensity of her kiss, tilting your head to let your nose rest alongside hers. The thin satin of her bra, and the cotton of yours, do little to withhold the warmth and softness of your chests pressed together. It leaves you sighing into her mouth, which lends her the opportunity to delve her tongue inside to roll along yours.

When she finally pulls back and loosens her hold on your jacket, you’re left panting and wide-eyed. Meanwhile, she seems to still be intent on devouring you whole. Without warning she pulls the front of your bra down, releasing both breasts before grabbing a handful of each. She pushes you back until your head rests against the top of her desk. Then she leans over to take a nipple into her mouth and sucks. Hard.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath. Her rough treatment- the downright manhandling- is a bit startling. You’re well aware of how tough this woman can get, but you’re usually the exception. She’s typically so calm, gentle, and tender when she’s alone with you. This is a complete contrast. But you are not complaining. Not. One. Bit.

You sink your hands into her thick, wavy hair, pulling her face closer as you feel her swirl that wonderful tongue around your hardened peak. The pleasure of her mouth sucking, licking, and tugging at one nipple while her hand roughly fondles the other makes you arch your back and squirm in her lap.

When she sits back up, releasing your breast with a wet pop, it takes you a moment to come to your senses. Your hands, still in her hair, loosen and slip down to her shoulders while she helps sit you back upright. You catch her expression through half-lidded eyes- and damn, she’s still just as ravenous looking as she was moments ago.

“On your knees,” she rasps. “Remove my pants.”

Still too dazed from the onslaught of physical attention, it takes you a moment to fully process her commands. However, the moment she starts to reposition her chair to give you more room, you quickly move to stand between her thighs. Eager eyes locked with hers, you sink to your knees between the spread of her legs.

With the help of her lifting her bottom off the chair, you quickly slip her pants and underwear down over the top of her boots. And as she settles back into her seat, legs together, you wonder if she’s toying with you. You peer up at her, and judging by the faint curl of her lips, that’s exactly what she’s doing. But you can play along with that.

With your hands hovering just over the tops of her knees, you ask, “May I?”

“Please, love. I didn’t call you over here to simply stare,” she teases, but you’re too enraptured by the lust laced in her gravelly voice to form any sort of reply.

You run the palms of your hands over her knees and slowly up the tops of her toned thighs. Your fingertips trace over cords of muscle beneath soft, warm skin. They tense as your thumbs slip to the insides, inching closer to the apex. Bottom lip clamped between your teeth, you guide her legs apart.

Oh heavens!

Not only can you see her arousal glistening at the edges of her entrance. You can smell it. Somehow, despite a long day, she still smells fresh and clean. Much like her hair. But there’s still that familiar musk that’s all too specific to that area. And it leaves you rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to satiate the growing ache between them.

With your thumbs drawing closer to her folds, you peer up at her through your lashes, waiting for her to give you permission. To tell you what she wants. It's clear that she enjoys the position of authority, of having that control and power, in more than just her job.

Grayson meets your gaze through heavy-lidded eyes and her mouth pulls into a small, appreciative grin. She runs the backs of her fingers along your warm cheek before giving you a nod to continue.

Eyes locked on her expression, you slowly slip one finger inside her. And it's heavenly. She's so incredibly warm, soft, and wet.

“You feel so good,” you murmur. And you’re not sure if the way she clenches around your digit is a result of the praise or just the stimulation, but the quiet groan she releases quickly distracts you from that thought. It’s absolutely divine. Hearing it in her raspy tone is enough to have you biting back your own moan.

“Heavens, Grayson. I think I could get off on your voice alone.”

This time, when her hips buck towards your hand, a strangled gasp falling from her parted lips, you know it’s definitely from your words alone.

Wow.

You watch, transfixed, as her lids fall heavier until you barely see her eyes through the tiny slits. And you wonder, if she’s feeling this great when you’ve only just begun to touch her, what will she be like once you really get going?

Apparently too lost in thought again, you don’t realize just how long you’ve been gaping at her until she’s opening her eyes to peer down at you expectantly.

“Darling, please.”

She says please, but you know damn well she’s not asking. She’s insisting. You whisper a sheepish apology and avert your eyes, focusing instead on your finger as you drag it back out. It's coated, glistening with her arousal. You want to taste her, but you can still feel her watchful eyes on you. Instead, you slip a second finger in, sinking both up to the last knuckle. This time, when she groans, and her thigh muscles flex beneath your other hand, you can't hold back your own breathy moan.

Grayson lifts her hips off the seat as you curl your fingers and drag the tips along her walls while pulling them back out.

You watch, awestruck, as her hands curl around the wooden armrests. A quick glance back up at her face reveals her eyes have fallen nearly shut again.

"Fuck," Grayson curses under her breath.

You repeat the motion- fingers straight in, then curled out- several times, delighting in every twitch of her muscles. Every raspy groan that escapes past her parted lips. Every jerk of her hips.

She looks so perfect. Her square jaw so tense with concentration, dark brows furrowed, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. A goddess.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” you whisper. And fuck, the way her head rolls back at your praise- you never in all your fantasies had imagined her like this. It leaves you teeming with such desire to please her, you can hardly think straight.

“Mouth,” she rasps between ragged breaths.

What?

“Use your mouth, love!”

That husky, breathless demand is enough to knock you out of your reverie to realize what she’s asking you to do. And you’re more than happy to oblige. Without breaking the rhythm you’ve set with your fingers, you scoot further between the spread of her knees, pushing her feet- bound by her pants around her boots- further beneath her chair. You peer up at her through your lashes once more, noticing how she’s watching you through the slits of her eyes, before letting your attention fall to the wet folds surrounding your fingers.

Eyes fluttering shut, you slowly drag the tip of your tongue from just above her entrance to the swollen bundle of nerves above. The taste of her floods your mouth.

“You taste so good,” you moan, but you’re not sure she can even hear you over her own deep groan. That is until you feel the way she clenches around your fingers and hear the almost guttural words that leave her throat.

“Oh fuck me.”

Wide-eyed, you’re not given a moment to respond to that reaction before you feel her fingers curl along the back of your head to pull, or rather shove, your mouth against her. Your muffled gasp quickly devolves into a soft moan. Nose buried in her thick curls, you inhale deeply. You’re met with a heady mixture of her arousal and the crisp scent of her soap. The insatiable need that forms a tight coil deep in your core drives an urge to touch yourself. To relieve some of that ache between your own legs. But you’re determined to focus on pleasuring Grayson.

Lips wrapped around her clit, you gently suck, just once, to gauge her reaction. And a reaction you get. Nails bite into the back of your scalp as Grayson inhales sharply from above you. Her muscles tense beneath where your other hand still rests on the top of her thigh.

Still feeling the desire to experiment and learn what gets you the best response, you swirl the tip of your tongue just around the sensitive bud. That one earns you a throaty groan and her grinding against your face.

"Don't tease," she husks.

If ever you were to lose yourself to sound alone, it would be to her voice right now. It's like gravel, but in the best way possible. So husky, deep, broken, and needy. And it makes her demand sound considerably less, well, demanding.

Despite the lack of severity in her tone, you still heed her instruction and press the flat of your tongue fully against her while scissoring your fingers. That combined motion elicits another one of those heavenly groans.

"Faster. Fuck me faster," She rasps.

You can feel her nails digging deeper into your scalp as she tries to set the pace, and you do your best to match that with your fingers. It doesn't take long for you to find the perfect cadence of sucking and licking, fingers curling and scissoring. One that has her releasing nothing but a series of curses and deep moans, all in that intoxicating voice of hers.

The moment you feel the muscles beneath your hands tense, you know she's reached the pinnacle. Aching to witness her undoing, you peer up at her through the lashes of your heavy lids. And oh Janna, you were already damn near bursting with your own arousal just with the sound of her, but now to see the normally cool and composed Grayson a complete wreck, there's no word to describe how turned on you are. Her jaw is slack, brows pinched, chest heaving, and hairline covered in a fine sheen of sweat. But that's not even the best part. At some point, the hand she'd been using to clutch at the armrest is now groping at her own breast.

Grayson's glassy eyes meet yours, and you try to convey to her without words just how wonderful she is. How she entices you through literally every sense. How you want, so bad, to make her cum. For her to release all that built-up tension.

She must see it in your eyes, because within a mere breath, you feel her muscles tense beneath your hand and her hips suddenly freeze. The hand at the back of your head holds you tight against her. A raspy, near breathless, curse falls from her open mouth, and- oh good heavens - you can feel her walls clench and spasm around your fingers. Warm, cum seeps past your fingers as you slowly help her ride out that sweet release. Captivated, you simply stare up at her through hooded eyes as she goes through the stages of her climax.

When she meets your gaze again, the tiniest smile pulls at her lips. She gently rubs her fingers over the back of your head, soothing the little crescent-shaped indents she left there in her fervor.

She opens her mouth to speak, but freezes as both of you are rather abruptly ripped from your reveries by the door to her office swinging open unannounced.

Suddenly, you find your head clamped between two very powerful thighs, essentially locking your face and fingers in place as Grayson shoves you further beneath the desk while scooting further under herself. The hand in your hair protects you from knocking it against the desktop above, but as stunned and terrified as you are at potentially being caught going down on your superior, brain damage is the last of your concerns.

"Sheriff! There's been-"

The man's voice- a new recruit you recognize- suddenly trails off. No doubt because he's spotted Grayson in a rather suspiciously tousled state.

“Are- are you alright, ma’am?” he asks, taking in the sight of Grayson's open jacket, unbuttoned blouse, heaving chest, and the sweat at her brow and hairline.

Meanwhile, while stuffed into a terribly confined space, legs contorted in an odd manner to leave room for Grayson's legs, you find yourself struggling for oxygen. The death grip of Grayson's thighs around your head, along with the fear of stimulating her with any attempted movement, leaves your face buried deep against her cunt. But in all honesty, you think if you die right there from suffocation, is there really any better way to go than between the legs of Piltover's one and only drop-dead (pun intended) gorgeous sheriff?

“Yes! I’m fine! Besides the fact that one of my subordinates just barged into my private office without knocking," Grayson snaps.

Even though your sense of hearing is rather muffled, you can still detect that lingering husky panting in her tone. You've never heard her so… flustered. And you'd be lying if you said that didn't give you just a little stroke to the ego knowing you were the cause.

"Whatever it is, so long as none of my officers are bleeding, missing limbs, or on fire, surely it can wait until I've finished my work here.”

“Oh. I- I'm so sorry, ma’am,” the man stammers as he ducks out of the room as quickly as he came, nearly slamming the door shut behind him.

Grayson releases a long sigh as she leans back into her chair. Realizing that she's put you in peril, albeit a glorious one, she quickly scoots her chair back out and opens her legs.

When you're finally freed, you sit back on your haunches and suck in some much-needed oxygen.

"Fuck," Grayson heaves. "Are you alright, darling?"

You smile up at her sweetly, feeling plenty good and satisfied. Carefully pulling your fingers out from her warm cunt, you lock eyes with her as you slip them into your mouth and suck them clean.

"That's a good girl," Grayson coos. "Now come. Sit with me."

Slowly, you rise to your feet and straddle her lap. You rest your arms on her shoulders and she wraps hers around your waist. The two of you just smile at each other in silence for a moment, simply enjoying the views and the company.

"That was… so good, Grayson," you finally speak. "I damn near lost it just watching and listening to you."

Grayson says nothing. Instead, she slips a hand behind your neck and pulls you down for a kiss, but you can feel her smile. And you’re certain she can feel yours.

When she pulls back to admire your smile, you realize she is definitely much more relaxed now.

"So I take it my massage helped?" You jest.

"Oh it just certainly did," she chuckles. "So well, in fact, that if I wasn't concerned with the obvious conflict of interest, I'd say you deserve a hefty raise for this.”

"Well, maybe you could pay in another way?" You suggest with a mischievous grin.

"And what's that?" She asks with a cocked brow.

"Take me back to your place or come to mine and return the favor?"

"It would be my pleasure," she replies before pulling you in for another, much deeper kiss.

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