[ vik lives in my mind rent-free and i would do anything for this white man ANYWAYS- ]
+whenever he’s working in the lab (basically 24/7), you come in and pass out on the couch, you’re actually the reason why there’s a couch there, it would be cruel of him to let you keep sleeping in uncomfortable chairs
+the sounds of his pencils scratching his notebooks and the sparks and clangs of his tinkering are like lullabies, he used to try to be as quiet as possible whenever you fell asleep in his lab but you insisted that the background noise was nice
+nah bc this man would be trying so hard to hammer nails or use blowtorches in slow motion as if that would make it quieter
+when you get closer in your relationship, you spend less time laying on the couch and more time on his lap ayOOOO
+he says you’re distracting him from his work but if you dare try to get off of him he will pull you back down at the speed of light (he’s so touch starved but you probably are too LMAO)
+leaves little kisses on your temples and absolutely adores your light snores, sometimes pauses whatever he’s doing just to admire how peaceful you look
+he appreciates when you stay awake to listen to him talk about his observations and discoveries and mindless rambling, you rarely understand what he’s talking about but you enjoy hearing him talk nonetheless
+he thinks it’s kind of perfect how low-maintenance you are, all he needs to do is let you relax in his lap and narrate his actions in that beautiful smooth czech accent of his in your ears and you’re happy AND he can still get his work done (work is his spouse, you’re the side hoe who gets free asmr)
+when he (an extremely rare occurrence) finally takes breaks, you pull him onto the couch and force him to take a nap with you, this man truly needs it- have you SEEN his eyes
+most of the time he’s the big spoon bc he’s most likely taller than you and it’s more comfortable- but also because it makes it easier for him to escape your grasp if he needs to get back to work even though it pains him to do so
+hold him sometimes tho, he needs it
+jayce will sometimes walk in to talk to viktor but immediately halts in his tracks if he sees you two sleeping peacefully, he’s grateful that his fellow hextech partner has someone like you to take care of him
“(work is his spouse, you’re the side hoe who gets free asmr)”
NO BC THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT WHILE READING THE PENCIL PART
I’m now writing for Arcane on my new blog! I already have a fic fics posted over there so if any of my followers over here want to read some Arcane fics please come on over!
A/N: heard this song on my walk the other day and it gave me “running through a castle out into the rain in a ball gown” vibes so…here it is hope you guys enjoy!
Word Count:964
Warnings: assumed infidelity (there is none), miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, kissing in the rain.
Your heels click noisily in the marble lined halls of the Academy, but the obnoxious sound doesn’t even bother you through the sound of your harsh breathing and hot tears running down your cheeks.
You should have known. You should have known this would happen.
Why wouldn’t it?
The exit approaches faster than anticipated, and you just barely manage to get your hands up in time to shove the heavy doors open.
Bursting out into the open air, your steps never falter, not even at the rain that pours from the sky. It soaks you to the bone almost instantly, drenching your evening gown and plastering it to your skin.
The weight of the drowned fabric does start to slow your steps despite your efforts to move faster as faint calls of your name sound from behind you.
His voice.
Glimpses of what you saw flash before your eyes and it makes the tears come harder. Not that anyone would notice as they mixed with the rain droplets cascading down your face.
It plays overandoveragain.
Mel touching him, sliding perfect hands up his arms. Jayce leaning against the wall as her lips meet his own. Jayce’s hands falling to her hips…
Another sob rips itself from your chest and your throat hurts from the force of it.
Why?
It’s the only question you keep asking yourself despite knowing the answer.
Because he deserves better than you.
Another call of your name - closer now than before, makes you move faster, desperate to put as much distance between yourself and the hurt you feel.
The delicate fabric of your dress catches on the cobblestone street below you, finally pulling you to a halt. Rain drums deafeningly all around you and the torrential downpour keeps you from seeing your peruser until he is practically on top of you.
Your name leaves his lips in a breathless whisper as he reaches out to you, hand scalding hot against your chilled skin.
“Don’t touch me!” You pull away from him, furiously tugging at your dress.
Jayce stands before you, just as soaked through as you are, hair disheveled and falling over his forehead.
Despite him being the last person you want to see, you can’t take your eyes off of him. Captured once again by the beauty that drew you in from the beginning.
“Please, let me explain.” He takes another tentative step towards you, and you have to will yourself to stand your ground.
“There’s nothing to explain!” You say, having to raise your voice to be heard over the pouring rainfall. “I understand, Jayce.”
The way your voice breaks is inevitable.
He looks at you in a way that reminds you of a wounded animal. Confusion and hurt contorting his features. You continue before he can speak.
“You two deserve each other.” The words are forced from your chest you swallow past the lump in your throat.
“I’m not…I’m not her. I can never be her. And she’s what you deserve to have, someone…worthy of being by your side.”
You reach up to instinctively wipe at your tears, the action doing nothing to clear the water from your cheeks.
Warm hands wrap gently around your wrists, something you don’t fight this time. Instead, you stay still as they travel up your arms to rest at your elbows.
“You’re the only person I want by my side.” Jayce tells you, no hint of deception in his eyes as he looks down at you.
Your lips part to argue but he stops you in your tracks, hands squeezing you imploringly.
“Mel came onto me. I would never…” he trails off, blinking away the water that clings to his lashes.
“I love you. And only you. If anyone is unworthy, it’s me.”
Eyes flick over his face, searching for any sign that he’s lying. But if you know anything about Jayce Talis, it’s that he has never lied to you.
Not once.
And if he truly was interred in Mel, you highly doubt he would have chased you out into this storm. You don’t have any words for him, feeling foolish for even thinking he would betray you.
Instead, you lean forward pressing your lips against his. His response is immediate and his lips are warm as he pulls you into him. Strong arms wrap around your waist, his fingers pressing into yiru side through the soaked fabric of your dress. As if he’s afraid of losing you.
He almost did because of your own assumptions.
Rain still falls and you can taste it on your tongue as Jayce continues to kiss you. The only thing that pulls you from him is the need for air and the violent shiver that shudders through you.
He gazes down at you when you separate from one another, his arms resting on your hips. Leaning your forehead against his, you speak just loud enough for him to hear.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed…I just saw-“
Jayce stops you with a quick peck to the corner of your lips. “You thought what anyone would have, if they saw what you did.” He reasons, eyes dancing over your face.
“Why don’t we go home?” He suggests, eyes warm before he leans down to gather the skirt of your dress in his hands. “I can explain everything then.”
You nod, giving him a small smile. “I’d like that.” You say, following him towards the carriage that you all took to the Academy earlier in the evening. “But you don’t have to explain anything.”
You turn to him just before he opens the door to the carriage, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back.
“I love you. I trustyou.”
He smiles, following you into the carriage to head home.
A/N: I love this gif of him so much. I’ve probably used to before but idc. It’s my favorite of him. Also huge huge thank you to @thedreamlessnights for reading over and editing this piece for me! They are a freaking saint, and helped me so much! So thank you Jams!! ❤️
Request:Viktor x Reader: fake dating to real dating? ❤ (requested by anonymous)
Word Count: 6.7k (!!!!)
Warnings/Tags: fluff, hidden feelings, love confessions, there’s only one bed, fake dating, eventual real dating, Viktor being a momma’s boy, one use of (y/n) bc I couldn’t avoid it. no angst!!
Viktor doesn’t miss much about the Undercity.
The water, shiny with pollutants, the dirty streets, and especially not the smog filled air. Yet, these things never stopped him from caring about the people that lived there, and it never stopped him from missing his mother.
It had been almost a year since he was able to visit her last. Seeing her here, in Piltover? Viktor can’t help smiling as Jayce leads her into their lab, rambling on about their new discoveries.
“Mother?” Viktors voice is quiet compared to Jayce’s, but they hear him and the woman’s lips split into a huge grin.
“Viktor!” She rushes over to him and wraps firm arms around him before he can fully stand.
Most people would be embarrassed by their parents showing such outward affection in front of coworkers, but Viktor knows Jayce doesn’t care. And the familiar warmth that fills Viktors chest is enough to outweigh any embarrassment he may feel.
He quickly returns the gesture, wrapping his mother in a tight hug, her greying hair tickling his nose. It’s still the same chestnut brown as his own locks, but streaks of silver intersect the darker color, reminding Viktor that his mother isn’t getting any younger.
He needs to visit more.
When she finally pulls away, Viktor slowly releases her, his smile never fading as he steadies himself on his cane. He’s always been tall, but he’d never gotten used to the fact that he’s now taller than his own mother, having to look down at her just slightly.
“What are you doing here?” he asks gently, amber eyes quickly flickering to Jayce.
“HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU’VE EATEN?” you tease, walking up to viktor’s desk and taking a seat beside him with a plate and cup in hand. looking down at the important sheets and blueprints laid out before him, you awkwardly slide some of it aside with your elbow before setting the glass of water down and waving the plate in front of his face. “i made it the way you like it! looks tasty doesn’t it?”
“i didn’t ask you to do that.” his voice cracked, as though it had been hours since he had last used it.
“you didn’t have to.” you deflate a little, but remain at his side, just like you had throughout the years. you wiggle the meal in front of him once again, trying to tempt him.
viktor doesn’t acknowledge the food, gently moving the plate out of his away and continuing to scribble tirelessly. you watch the brunet work idly, setting the plate down and inching it closer to him little by little.
“it would be such a shame to let this warm meal go to waste—“ you sigh dramatically, waiting for him to at least look at the food. or at you. “a meal that i made with love.”
“not now,” viktor mutters, flipping through the pages of a journal in search of answers hidden between words you couldn’t dream to understand. that’s all he ever did anymore; sit up in the laboratory and work endlessly on the development of hex tech.
crossing your arms, you stare at him as he works. “and what’s of jayce?” you couldn’t disguise the bite behind your words even if you wanted to. ever since jayce became a member of the council, his priorities had changed drastically. you didn’t blame him for it, you just didn’t appreciate how the sudden shift left viktor susceptible to his own self-harming devices. you didn’t know what extent viktor would go to if it meant accomplishing the impossible.
at the mention of jayce, viktor stopped writing, staring blankly at his notes. you watch as a mixture of emotions flashed through his expression before his jaw clenches and he returns his focus on his work.
with a frown, you place your hands on viktor’s face and gently make him look at you. his expression is one of annoyance and you know better than to take it personally but it stings nonetheless.
the man looks utterly exhausted, the blazing fire in his eyes that had made you fall so easily was but a flicker of light now. sighing deeply, you held his face in your hands for a little longer, thumbs gently brushing against his cheekbones and in turn, his scowl softening.
it hurt; growing up alongside him and being practically inseparable as kids yet having him feel so far away from you now as adults. he wasn’t the same as he was all those years ago, you knew that, and you were okay with that. it didn’t change the way you felt about him, it simply made your concern for his well being grow stronger.
feeling your chest grow tight, you drop your hands from his face and stand up to leave at the threat of tears spilling. “i’ll leave you be then.” you fought to keep your voice steady, but you knew he had heard it’s slight tremble. viktor was a busy man with dreams that he poured his entire being into; it wasn’t fair to him that you break down, not now.
except just when you’re almost out of reach, his hand grabs your own. you stop in your tracks, turning around to see he was finally looking at you. not as one of hex tech’s creators, but as viktor.
“please,” the softness in his voice feels foreign in the eerily quiet room, where only the sounds of the hex core humming and buzzing with promise fill the air. his pause draws out, and your heart clenches with every beat of silence until at last he mutters, “stay.”
nodding, you squeezed his hand, “okay.”
you took your seat again, and viktor moved to face you instead of his desk, still holding your hand. “i’m sorry,” viktor sighs, eyes darkening as he glared at the papers across his desk. “i-i just cannot figure out what i am doing wrong.”
“ i can imagine the pressure you feel to solve it but you’re hurting yourself, vik.” you look down, placing your other hand on his and taking the opportunity to warm up his cold hand.
viktor shakes his head, “it doesn’t matter. not when i’m this close.”
“itdoes matter,” your head shot up, expression serious. “believe it or not, you’re more than just hex tech, viktor.”
viktor scoffs, looking deep into your eyes as if he were searching for something. “you’ve always been too good to me.”
“as if you don’t deserve it?”
“i don’t.” viktor assures, voice unwavering as he looked you in the eyes. “and you? you deserve much more.” your eyebrows furrow, mouth opening to speak but he beats you to it. “we both know that i will never give up on hex tech.”
“i’d never ask you to—“
“i can’t give you the time or the energy that you deserve.” viktor huffed, and his frustration was evident through the raise of his voice and the way he suddenly struggled to meet your gaze. “not right now.”
“yeah well…” you paused, reaching out to push a wild strand of chocolate brown hair away from his face. “you’re worth the wait.”
a/n. watched arcane and it was the worst mistake of my life. anyway, enjoy this short blurb of undercity! besties pinning.
Request: “Hey if this is following your rules, could I have ones of mel, viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, vandor and sevika dating you and how they like your Euphoria makeup looks you wear every day? But if you haven’t seen it then don’t do this haha no pressure! Thanks anyway!” —anonymous
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A/N: my rules state that i take requests based on outside references but they must be appropriately fitting to the fandom requested, but this is an exception because the characters from both zaun and piltover share graphic and edgy aesthetics. check my pinned post for requests & my taglist so if you want to be tagged in my arcane stuff! likes/reblogs/feedback greatly appreciated!!
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MEL MEDARDA — Mel is already a beautiful woman with glowing gold armour and glitter, but when she notices you walk in the room, she’s immediately impressed by the choice of colour you picked. One day, your makeup matches hers - gold and yellow. While she won’t say it upfront and right off the bat, she’ll admire your creativity, talent and beauty from afar.
VIKTOR — Viktor is already in love with you with your natural look, so seeing you with either rhinestones or coloured eyeliner on your face makes him blush. He’s very interested in knowing how you come up with different makeup look ideas, and he would catch himself staring at you for a bit too long. He’ll give you all the attention he thinks you deserve.
JINX — Jinx is very creative with her doodles and personalized weapons, she would vandalize property just ‘cause. She thinks applying her own version of makeup on your face counts as creativity. You and Jinx will share makeup one day, and one day she gets inspiration from you - like, literally copy you from head to toe that Silco gets confused on the new appearance. Not that it bothers you.
VI — Vi refuses to let you touch her face with a makeup brush. Instead, she prefers seeing all the getup on yours. Vi is very observant and would notice right away if a jewel has fallen off your face or would literally come up with a nickname due to your creativity. She thinks you’re hot with any look you experiment on.
CAITLYN KIRAMANN — Caitlyn will be running her fingers through your hair if it’s styled, but only gently so it’s not ruined. She would be too shy and stubborn to ask you to teach her how to do makeup, but she would love the feeling of you pampering her and showing off to her parents, whether their reactions to the graphics are appropriate or not.
VANDER — Vander thinks you’re beautiful with or without it, but he’ll be in awe of you irregardless. He’ll make sure no one ruins your makeup, and warns you not to hop around and sweat out your look. Vander is the first person to compliment you on the new graphic eyeliner look when you enter the bar. You’ll be the first person to put powder on his cheeks as a silly prank, if ever.
SEVIKA — To be honest, Sevika is used to seeing a lot of the edgy fashion in Zaun. But something clicks when she suddenly sees it on you. She notices how different you look every other day, and though she won’t admit it because she’s not one to do it, she’ll compliment you, but in silence. Even if you offer to do her makeup one day, she’ll defensively wave you off.
Request: “what are arcane characters like after a discussion (*argument) with your reader. who would apologize first, how would they handle it.thanks” — @supermegapauselouca
Tags: i guess troubled relationships?
A/N:espero que vc goste! likes/reblogs/feedback greatly appreciated!! (SO SORRY FOR THE LONG HIATUS i seriously blame my anxiety and depression)
—SILCO one thing’s for sure, if you two will argue, silco will always stick with his thoughts. he has more power, and his vision for zaun often scares you because of what could happen when war ensues. silco would never threaten you, but if you ever did something to sabotage his vision, you’d imagine the worst and eventually avoid further arguments with him. when he realizes that it’s not only his work that terrifies you, but also himself. you two have a one-on-one heartfelt talk, assuring that he’ll get hurt first before you do.
—VIKTOR you and viktor could be arguing over the littlest things, like him staying up too late in the lab, or the lack of attention and time he has for you. you learn that viktor has a low frustration tolerance and he’ll snap at you if you try to pursue the argument. you notice the realization and guilt hit him and you see it in his eyes and face, and he’ll apologize in a low voice and take it out on himself when the self-blame hits.
—JINX jinx is never gonna admit that she’s wrong, so it’s just straight up gaslighting and lack of communication when you two argue. it would take her a while to finally open up to you because she destroys everything she sees, and one of you eventually apologizes. most of the time, it’s you apologizing for misunderstanding her, or her apologizing when she directly (or indirectly) hurts you. jinx cares and does not ever want to hurt you, but her actions and intrusive thoughts stop her from mending the damages she causes.
—VI you two will argue over everything. most of the time it’s for the sake of your own safety, and vi would never forgive herself if you ever got hurt and she couldn’t protect you in time. plus, vi is very sharp and tough as nails so her way of running things in zaun would not be to your liking due to the conditions and conflicts. vi always apologizes, though, and you two have to stick together if the two of you want to live and defeat silco.
— JAYCE TALIS jayce is pretty ambitious but yet so stubborn, so when you confront him on how he’s running council, he takes it very personally and looks down on you, thinking that you don’t know what you’re talking about and how you don’t know how politics work in piltover. jayce is the one who approaches you alone when he’s defeated and stuck in the situation he’s in. he admits that you were right, and asks for your help.
– SEVIKA you and sevika constantly bicker. she’s very verbal in the arguments, and insists that what she does is right, even if silco thinks otherwise. though you almost never see her soft or vulnerable side, you really want sevika to be responsible of her actions and what she says to avoid getting killed. she apologizes to you at the bar and offers you a drink. she knows she can’t focus without the thought of you getting hurt by silco, any zaun rival gangs or piltover enforcers.
Request: “hii, now that you did that arcane × euphoria makeup s/o preference (which btw, i loved), could you do one for mel, sevika, cait & ekko with an s/o who’s really similar to maddy ? i’m talking about style, personality, etc. if it’s easier for you to do hcs in this case, then it’s ok for me. i really love your blog !! ♡” — @caffeineefairy
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A/N: enjoy! i decided to alter the request to simply a confident and extroverted reader. pls support me on ko-fi & feel free to commission me!
MEL MEDARDA — Confidence draws a lot of attention. You and Mel are both confident in your own ways. She admires yours, even though she knows how dangerous it can be to be that confident with yourself. Mel is always gonna talk about you here and there, and it boosts you even more. The Council would have to be in favour of any proposals you give to them to made Piltover safer. Mel would oftentimes give a sly smirk or chuckle when you comment on something so bold and surprising to the councilors.
SEVIKA — You and Sevika are both confident, so she has nothing to worry about when she’s out at the Last Drop, drinking and playing cards. She thinks it’s pretty hot when you bad mouth some of the people at Zaun and aren’t afraid to speak your mind out loud. Sevika knows you can take care of yourself and knows how you show your self-love whether it’s real or not. Sevika will find a way to motivate you when you have your bad days, she’ll remind you how badass you are, and anyone in Zaun fears you.
CAITLYN KIRAMMAN — Aside the looks, it’s hard for Caitlyn to step her foot down when you go a little too far with your bold comments about pretty much anything, especially when her parents have something to say about you. She does admire your confidence, and she wishes she had that same energy as you growing up. She learns that you have your days where you don’t feel as good as what you always put it out to be, but she’ll be there to pull you back to your senses.
EKKO — He finds you incredibly attractive. Confidence stood out the most, and that’s what drew his attention over to you. Ekko especially loves your style and he would not want your armour to ruin any of it when you put it on for the day or when out on missions. When you point out something and make a joke about it, he’ll do nothing but laugh and agree with you on that. He thinks you’re almost too perfect to be in Zaun. But that’s what shaped who you are.
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Summary: You turn to shimmer to quiet the howling voices in your mind, and you end up showing Silco how you reallyfeel about him. Daddy issues ensues. (Reader is an aged up version of Jinx).
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: drug use, dubious consent due to being under the influence, PIV sex, d/s, orgasm control, daddy kink
It had never been this bad before. You couldn’t get it to stop; the voices in your head only grew louder and louder until it sounded like screaming in your ear. Monster. Monster. Monster. It was too loud to think, all you could do was cry, trying to raise your voice louder than the ones in your head. Murderer. You’d killed your own family. And now you would never be able to stop the voices from screaming.
A small part of your brain was able to register what was happening in front of you. A man was walking towards you. Silco. He had a knife.
But you were so blinded by the pain that you didn’t pay him any attention. That was until he spoke to you.
“Hello, little girl.” He purred.
His voice cut through the ones in your head, and you raised your eyes to meet his.
He towered over you, keeping the rain from pelting down on you.
He said nothing further as you both inspected each other, your heart cranking up a notch with every second that passed.
Your brain tried to make sense of what was happening. Silco stood before you. Silco, the feared kingpin of the undercity. Silco, who exuded the essence of a predator. Had he come to mock you? Had he come to finish you off?
Anger flashed through you, and you lunged forwards, tackling him to the ground. But as your cheek pressed against his warm chest, your muscles slackened and your crying started up again, competing against the rain to dampen Silco’s waistcoat.
The voices resumed their dominance over your mind and your hands fisted in Silco’s clothes. You could feel his warmth radiating into you, filling the void that was desperate for comfort.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in tighter. You didn’t think it was possible, but you started crying even harder, your chest heaving and shuddering.
He whispered in your ear, “It’s okay. We’ll show them.”
***
You’d spent 3 months living above One Last Drop and you finally felt like you were settling in. It was dangerous and rowdy, but nothing dissimilar to what you were used to. You seemed to fit in, you were accepted, you were useful. And maybe, you thought you might even be loved.
But the voices never left you. How could they? After what you’d done. They followed you around, a constant buzzing in your ears.
So when you spotted a group sitting around the bar, chugging vials of shimmer, you found yourself gravitating towards them. Your fingers were faster than your brain; you snatched a vial from one of the drunkard’s back pockets before you’d even made the decision to.
You concealed the vial up your sleeve and calmly strolled into Silco’s office, knowing he was out doing business. Once you’d locked the doors behind you, you slipped the vial out.
The liquid sparkled with an enticing purple hue. Silco had told you to stay away from it. But you’d seen people getting high off it, and you’d never seen anyone look so happy before.
You uncorked the vial.
The haggard faces of shimmer addicts came to your mind. You didn’t care. Maybe you deserved that fate.
Closing your eyes, you poured the liquid down your throat and swallowed the whole thing in one large gulp.
It didn’t taste anything like how it looked. It was barky and acidic. But you kept it down.
You tossed the empty vial onto Silco’s desk and perched yourself next to it, kicking your feet as you waited for the drugs to hit.
When nothing happened, you considered trying to steal some more or using Silco’s pocket money to buy some yourself.
But then you noticed it. Colours started to look incredibly vibrant. You were entranced by Silco’s green window, which seemed to glow like an iridescent insect wing. You looked out at the undercity - usually gaudy and polluted – but now you noticed how the neon lights gleamed with every colour of the rainbow. You giggled at how a hellscape could look so beautiful. You loved shimmer.
Your head became fuzzy, and you found yourself moving over to collapse into Silco’s large chair. You remained slumped for a few seconds, continuing to giggle at how light you felt.
But the giggling died down and was quickly replaced by the usual sinking feeling in your chest. Now that you’d noticed it, you were hyperaware of the sensation, and it felt worse than you’d ever experienced it before. It was almost as if you could feel the darkness inside of you. It crawled through every inch of your body, wishing to devour you whole.
You curled up into a ball, forced to feel the full weight of your emptiness. Tears rolled from your eyes, and you pressed yourself against the side of the chair.
That’s when you smelt it. A whiff of Silco. You pressed your face against the chair and inhaled again. It felt like his scent was surrounding you. Cigar smoke and pine. A warm sensation returned to you.
You were so thankful to Silco, for looking after you. Your protector. Your saviour.
His smell reminded you of safety. It sent heat down to your groin and you found yourself unfurling from your ball. You sat so you were pressing your weight down on your vagina and, absentmindedly, you started to rock your hips.
Silco. So commanding and cold, but he reserved his affection for you, only ever speaking to you in calm tones. You were obsessed with his voice. You were desperate to hear him whisper all manners of things in your ear. You didn’t even care what he said. You’d let him call you anything.
You were so lost in the pleasure washing through your body that you didn’t hear a key turning in the lock.
“Y/N?”
Your eyes snapped up to look at Silco. A blush spread across your cheeks.
He caught sight of the subtle violet glow to your irises and his eyes widened in panic.
“How much have you done?”
He noticed the empty vial of shimmer and your eyes started to refill with tears, knowing you’d disappointed him.
He came over and picked you up, dropping you back in his lap as he sat down in his chair.
“How does it feel? Do you feel sick?” He asked.
“A little,” You replied. Your stomach did seem quite upset. “I feel… All the things I usually feel. Just a lot more intensely.”
“It’ll do that.”
He held you close to him. He would tell you off for doing drugs later and find out why you did it but now was not the time for that. Instead, he tenderly glided his hands through your hair. And with his stable arms around you, you started to feel less sick.
And then the feeling in your groin returned - stronger than before. It clouded your mind until all you could think about was the incessant throbbing. You buried your face deeper into Silco’s chest, moaning softly as you drowned in his scent.
You pressed yourself against him harder, needing to be completely surrounded by his warmth. But no matter how hard you tried, you could never get close enough. You needed more. So you grinded yourself against his groin.
“Y/N!” He called out in surprise, his hands disappearing from your waist.
“What?” You whined.
“You need to stop what you’re doing.”
“Why?” You asked, continuing to rub yourself against him in slow circles. “I’ve thought about this. I’ve thought about you. For many sleeeepless nights. Silcoooo.” You drawled out his name, you loved it. Just like his voice, his name was enough to soothe you.
“You’re high. We need to get you to bed.”
He stood up to try and shift you off, but you gripped on tightly and he didn’t want to fight you so he sat back down.
“Silco please.” You spoke, gripping onto him for dear life. “It’s not the shimmer. I’ve felt this way for a while.”
You looked up at him with large puppy dog eyes, glazed with a purple sheen, and you continued to circle your hips against his, only harder this time.
“Please.” You whined one last time.
That snapped something inside of him.
“Fine.” He replied, grabbing your waist to hold you in place. “But there will be no more teasing.”
Silco’s hands went to his trousers, and you lifted yourself up to allow him easier access. Your heart started to flutter as you watched Silco’s slender hands work his zipper. You couldn’t believe this was happening.
His dick sprang free, and your vagina gushed at the sight of it. You needed him. You needed to feel all of him.
You quickly shucked your clothes off, discarding them all to the corner of the room. And then it was his turn to marvel at your naked pussy. But he didn’t have much time to enjoy the sight of you because you quickly found your way back to his lap and hovered yourself over his dick.
Placing your hands on his shoulders for support, you slowly lowered yourself down so his head was teasing your entrance. And then you very slowly sank down onto him. A strained moan left your lips and your eyes crushed shut. Of all the things that shimmer could make feel more intense, this was the best thing. Nothing had ever seemed more heavenly.
You sank down lower and lower, making high pitched noises the entire way. Your lips were stretched in a euphoric grin as you took more of him in. When you had sank down the entire way, his dick scraped against your g-spot, and your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.
You opened your eyes to look at him and you found that his eyes were half-lidded - dangerously hungry. A mischievous grin spread across your face.
You started to bounce up and down on his dick at a steady pace. Your whole body thrummed with an overpowering pleasure.
And then his fingers on your waist tightened so he could bounce you harder and faster. Your moans seemed to take on a slightly pained tone with how overwhelming the sensation was, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.
You’d wanted this for so long; your imagination had run wild with different scenarios, and yet none of them could compare to how amazing it actually was.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he fucked you hard, hitting you with wave after wave of explosive pleasure. Silco took such great care of you.
“Daddy.” You mewled.
Even in your drug-addled state, you were able to realise that might have been a mistake.
“Say that again.” He growled.
The grin returned to your face as you pulled away to look him in his eyes as you spoke, “Daddy.”
His hands gripped you tighter, digging into your flesh so hard you were sure there would be bruises later. He used it as leverage to fuck you even harder, timing it perfectly with the savage thrusts of his hips. His dick bashed your g-spot every time he was fully sheathed, and it was driving you insane.
“Oh God.” Silco groaned. “You’re so perfect. My perfect little girl.”
Did he really see you that way?
The thought caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach. And, when paired with the pleasure building in your core, it was the most blissful sensation.
“I’m close.” You told him breathlessly.
“Not yet.” He ordered. “And I want you to look at me when you cum.”
He removed one of his hands from your waist to brush his thumb against your clit. At the same time, he slowed down the pace of his thrusts. It was an insane combination, and you had no idea how you would be able to bare this torture.
You bit your lip as you let him fuck you, each thrust still impressively hard. You couldn’t hold on for much longer. Your legs were starting to shake with the orgasm that was hurtling towards you.
“Silco please.” You moaned.
“Be a good girl for me.” He replied, voice strained. He was close too.
Your need for release was driving you crazy (well, crazier) but you wanted to please Silco so badly. You clenched your eyes shut as you tried to fight off your imminent climax.
“Look at me.” He scolded.
He punished you with an especially savage thrust, completely impaling you and pounding against your g-spot. You squealed and tears brimmed in your eyes from trying to repress your orgasm.
“Just a moment longer.”
Everything started to speed up again, his thrusts and his thumb on your clit. Stars filled your vision and your body buzzed with your nearing orgasm. You were sure you would lose what little sanity you had left if he kept this up for much longer.
Finally, he spoke, “Cum for me.”
You kept your eyes open – albeit half-lidded – for Silco to watch as the pleasure crept its way up your body. He drank in all of your visage as you started to convulse with your orgasm. He continued to fuck you, growing more and more brutal with his thrusts, frenzied by the sight of your orgasm. You could feel every one of his thrusts send another shock wave of pleasure through your body and your eyes started twitching as you continued to try and keep them open.
The sight of your orgasm sent him over the edge. He came hard and you groaned at the feeling of his seed spilling inside of you.
You shuddered one last time before collapsing into his arms. He hummed with satisfaction, and you could feel his voice reverberate against you.
You smiled when his arms wrapped around you. You’d never felt so content before.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked gently.
“Mmh hmm. Never better.”
“Let’s get you to your room.” He spoke, pulling away to tuck himself back into his pants.
He cleaned you up with a tissue from his desk and then grabbed your clothes to redress you. When he was done, he piled you up in his arms and started carrying you to your room.
As he climbed the stairs, his mind was busy planning what he would do next. He would put a movie on for you and cook you some food while you came down from your high.
“What’s your favourite movie?” He asked.
There was no reply. You’d already fallen asleep in his arms.
A strange feeling came over him when he looked down at you. You were so small, so vulnerable. And, in that moment, he vowed to himself that he would always take care of you. In whatever way was required of him.
a/n: I hope you like it, feel free to interact with it as you wish. If you feel so inclined, you can support me on my ko-fi!
| Jinx
she was showing you one of her newest inventions and venting about how she didn’t know how to make it work
you suggest a little change and, surprise, it actually works!
her pupils are blown wide, she doesn’t know if she looks at her project or at you, there’s sparkles flying everywhere and you look so damn good right now
“I think I wanna kiss you, bubbles”
she just stares right at you, looking for signs of disgust or dissaproval on your face
you smile at her, your cheeks red, and you nod
she lunger for your face and keeps her hands on your cheeks, furrowing her brows at how good this feels
“I don’t think I want to stop now”
cue a 30 min make-out session filled with incoherent comments and her grimy hands pulling your hair softly
she likes the way you feel under her fingertips, and so begins her newest obsession: you
| Vi
after running like hell trying to escape from enforcers, you two end up in an alley catching your breath
she looks at you and all she can see is this wild, amazing girl who’s been there for her in the worst moments of her life, so beautiful with her cheeks flushed that she can barely hold herself back from taking you right then and there
“you okay?” you ask, true concern in your features, and her heart sweels
she can’t help but get a little closer to you, touching your hips lightly and cornering you in the wall
“yeah, I’m fine”
you two stare at each other, the air getting thicker and warmth spreading through your bodies
“we should go” she mumbles, tilting her head to the side and placing her knee in front of your legs
“yes, we should” you whisper, almost pleading, biting your lip and leaning againts her
when it becomes too much her just closes that distance and kisses you, pulling you up a little and squeezing her body against yours and sighing
“I wanted to do that for some time now” she says into your lips, holding your neck and hair as if she was scared you’d run away
“took you long enough” you reply, clinging to her
she completely forgets about your escape and the people you’re running away from
| Caitlyn
you’re a bad influence
taking her to see secret parts of town in the middle of the night after her parents fell asleep, introducing her to drinks and foods, teaching her how to dance
all that is so new and for the first time she feels free
without realizing, she develops a crush on you and in all you represent to her
one night, right before sunrise, when you bring her back and help her to get in her bedroom through the window, staying on the outside to say your goodbyes
she’s flushed, glowing so much your eyes hurt
“same time next week?” she asks, getting closer to you and letting her hand hover your cheeks
“maybe, but I have to take care of something first. it’s a dillema actually”
“what?”
“it’s a girl I like. but she doesn’t seem to notice me”
she turns in a tomato and brushes her hair out of her face, inching even closer
“maybe she does. maybe she’s just too afraid to tell you. maybe she doesn’t know if you like her back” her eyes are cast below you, biting her lip
you get those seconds of courage you needed, and touch her cheeks
yearning in her eyes, tinting her face and lips
before you can properly kiss her, she does it first, holding her window sill so tight her fingers turn white
sighs into it and purrs whenever you touch her
almost pulls you inside
“caitlyn, are you awake dear?” her mom’s voice echoes through the house, and both of you freeze
you can see her smiling shyly as you jump away in the rooftops, the taste of her chapstick still in your mouth
| Ekko
you two have been friends for your whole lifes, even though the feelings you have for each other are blooming into something else
so you basically do everything together, including the face painting
you have your own mark, one you two came up with similar to his
so after a shower it’s time to re-touch it, and he goes to your bedroom
it’s hard to breath, in a good way
he’s shirtless, and waiting for you near a window for better lighting
he lets you touch his face, and is unusually quiet, eyes dark with something you don’t understand yet
“want me to paint you next?” he asks, fingers grazing your arm
“we’re out of paint, I’ll do it later. there’s only enough for you”
“not if we share it” he smiles in a relaxed way, and your heart melts
it’s so good to see him just being… a boy
he pulls you to him and grinds his face on yours, painting your cheeks and nose
your laugh mixes and you feel at home
it slowly stops, and you two just stare at each other, entangled and so close you can feel his breath on your cheek
then he wipes your left cheek with one hand, and doesn’t pull away
“there. now you’re marked. my sidekick”
your face goes hot
“yours?”
his eyes widen and you kiss him, smudging more paint everywhere, and he still doesn’t let go
“mine” he whispers against your lips
|Silco
there was always tension between the two of you, even if he didn’t want to admit it or act on his feelings
then, something goes wrong and there’s a raid of enforcers all over Silco’s territory
you and Jinx go missing, and Sevika can’t find you
he can’t find you
the closest thing he had to family, and he just let it slide between his fingers
he’s about to order a generalized attack to piltover, he’s ready to see everything burn to the ground, when he finds Jinx in his office
and you’re there too
you watch as they hug and comfort each other, and then he sends her to a safe place, guarded by his men
it’s just the two of you
you interpret his expression as anger, maybe even resentment, and you’re scared he might send you away
but he just hugs you for a long time, burying his face in your hair
“don’t ever do that again, you hear me? never”
he holds your face in his hands, looking for any injuries, and when he sees none he kisses you, brows furroed
so so tender
from then on, you don’t leave his side
| Viktor
vicky boy doesn’t sleep
being his assistant, you get to see his sleep deprivation up close
spending so much time with each other, feelings started to develop, and each day it became harder for viktor to stop himself from just confessing to you every time he saw you
one night, after about a week of tinkering and going to sleep at 6 am, you get enough of it
practically dragging him to his bedroom, yoju push and pull until he’s taken off his uncomfortable clothes and laid down in his bed
before you can leave and think about what you just did, he holds your wrist, already drifting off to sleep
“stay, зая”
you melt, despite not understanding what he meant
not giving a second thought, you get in bed with him, huddling closer until your legs are entangled and your face is buried in the crook of his neck
the night goes by, and you both wake up at the same time
one of his neighbors started screaming with their partner
one moment of staring, and then he just pecks your lips, enjoying your warmth and softness
“i could get used to this” he murmurs, kissing your neck, his voice hoarse
Her names Vivian and she’s sort of like Mel’s adopted daughter. Because of the stress that was placed on her as a young girl to be perfect, she snapped and ran to the under city where she met jinx and they’d become bffs there’s more to her tho
I took inspiration from Sombra from Overwatch for her character outfit as well as abilities
She can be used as an x reader base if you don’t know what your self insert looks like yet
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have Said Pt.2
Caitlin:In a menstruator’s life time, they bleed enough to forge a sword out if the blood they discard
Vi: BRO W H A T
Vi: I WANNA DO THAT
Jayce: Viktor, what’s your favourite kind of wood?
Viktor, without missing a beat:Dick
Jayce: Fuck you
Viktor: Right back at you, you cock gobbling hobgoblin :D
Jayce: Pretty original, I like that
Vi: 72 inches? That’s the size of my pp
(A/N: This next one was from the same convo as the first one.)
Viktor: Somebody S e d a t e M e
Jinx: Literally same
Viktor: I wish to temporarily remove my legs
Jinx: I want to remove my uterus and have it preserved in resin to turn into a sword so I can have a sword embellished with my discarded uterus to slay my enemies
Viktor: That would be fuckin’ metal, ngl
Viktor: You ever lay down in a certain position and one of your bones just like, juts out
Viktor: and then you spend a solid minute just poking at your bones because your brain just can’t comprehend that there is literally just a layer of skin and muscle preventing you from actually touching them
Jayce: Nah, my flesh onezie is too THICC for that
Viktor: I wish to feel my meat suit scaffolding
Jayce: I have made a grave error
Jayce: I drank two coffees out of a really big mug even though I’ve been having stomach problems lately ‘cause I’ve gotta get my fix of caffeine
Jayce: and now I’m shaking and nauseous as hell
Jayce: But I also feel like I could fight god and absolutely knock his ass on the floor
*a beat of silence*
Jayce: I’m still gonna workout ‘cause I have no sense of self preservation
Jayce: Hopefully my heart doesn’t explode! :D
Viktor, absolutely done with this man’s shit: Jayce, sit your ass down, eat some bread and chug some water
[ vik lives in my mind rent-free and i would do anything for this white man ANYWAYS- ]
+whenever he’s working in the lab (basically 24/7), you come in and pass out on the couch, you’re actually the reason why there’s a couch there, it would be cruel of him to let you keep sleeping in uncomfortable chairs
+the sounds of his pencils scratching his notebooks and the sparks and clangs of his tinkering are like lullabies, he used to try to be as quiet as possible whenever you fell asleep in his lab but you insisted that the background noise was nice
+nah bc this man would be trying so hard to hammer nails or use blowtorches in slow motion as if that would make it quieter
+when you get closer in your relationship, you spend less time laying on the couch and more time on his lap ayOOOO
+he says you’re distracting him from his work but if you dare try to get off of him he will pull you back down at the speed of light (he’s so touch starved but you probably are too LMAO)
+leaves little kisses on your temples and absolutely adores your light snores, sometimes pauses whatever he’s doing just to admire how peaceful you look
+he appreciates when you stay awake to listen to him talk about his observations and discoveries and mindless rambling, you rarely understand what he’s talking about but you enjoy hearing him talk nonetheless
+he thinks it’s kind of perfect how low-maintenance you are, all he needs to do is let you relax in his lap and narrate his actions in that beautiful smooth czech accent of his in your ears and you’re happy AND he can still get his work done (work is his spouse, you’re the side hoe who gets free asmr)
+when he (an extremely rare occurrence) finally takes breaks, you pull him onto the couch and force him to take a nap with you, this man truly needs it- have you SEEN his eyes
+most of the time he’s the big spoon bc he’s most likely taller than you and it’s more comfortable- but also because it makes it easier for him to escape your grasp if he needs to get back to work even though it pains him to do so
+hold him sometimes tho, he needs it
+jayce will sometimes walk in to talk to viktor but immediately halts in his tracks if he sees you two sleeping peacefully, he’s grateful that his fellow hextech partner has someone like you to take care of him
ft. jayce, viktor, silco, vander, vi, jinx, caitlyn, ekko, finn, grayson, sevika, local cuisine
prince!jaycewho is the prince of a small, run-down country that has long since left its glory days behind, coming to your kingdom to ask for your hand in marriage to save his country from ruin. you, being the sole heir to the throne, have no shortage of suitors, jayce being one of many, a speck of sand in the desert. but he gets his chance like everyone else, and in the one day he gets to spend with you, he somehow manages to leave an impression. he starts off as standoffish. he isn’t all fake pleasantries like his peers, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less plastic. he has to win you over, the fate of his entire kingdom depends on it. yet his personality can’t help but shine through as he subtly challenges you when conversing, weighing your responses, testing you— a member of the royal family, to see if you’re worthyof your title. and suddenly his face is more interesting than the rose bushes of the colossal royal gardens, and a competitive spark has been light. what starts off as a contest develops into something more. his eyes burn with determination to get the biggest catch and place first just to show off for you. his hands get clammy before your daily walks, fixing his hair repeatedly before stepping into your line of sight. his breath lodges in his throat when he lays his eyes on you during the grand ball, and Viktor has to nudge him to remind him he has yet to give you the greeting you’re looking for. selfish as it may sound, suddenly it’s not his kingdom’s future he is trying so hard for, but his own.
