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#Arcane: League of Legends
piltover-s-finest · 1 year
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1.06 | When These Walls Come Tumbling Down
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their side profiles T-T
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Arcane + Onion Headlines (4/?)
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monsterinmyboxers · 7 months
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KINKTOBER! day 1. — cockwarming & belly bulge with VIKTOR.
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you always thought viktor worked too much. anyone would, if they knew how many nights he stayed up, setting his health aside to work hours and hours on end for hextech. you understood and admired his passion, but shit. he could at least give himself a few hours of sleep, or something.
“viktor,” and despite you expressing your concern over and over, he continued this. “viktor.” but tonight, you’d change that. one way or another.
the man couldn’t hear you, not while he was focused on his work, he seemed to be able to block out everything whenever he was concentrated. even his own boyfriend.
no one else was here, not at this hour, except for you and him. which was good, for what you had in mind.
walking up to his desk, you slam a hand down in attempt to get his attention. you succeeded, for a moment, gaining a mere hum from him and nothing more. it pissed you off.
when you didn’t move, or say anything, he paused. he was contemplating what to do, curious and somewhat annoyed, as you did just interrupt him. rightfully so, but he thought otherwise.
finally, he looks up at you, and from this angle, his eyes looked so soft. they almost made you forget why you were here. “..what is it?” he questioned, and you scoffed. he knows damn well why you’re here, unless he was so zoned out that he hadn’t realized what time it was. that wouldn’t be so surprising, actually.
you cocked your head towards the single clock in that room, viktor looking at it and letting out a small, “oh.” you sigh, crossing your arms. “c’mon, let’s go to my place. you need to sleep.”
and, almost immediately, “i will come to you when i am done.”
he’s said that plenty of times before, and none of those times held even a hint of truth.
you pause, for a moment, before sighing and forcing him out of his seat. it was easy to do so, simply pulling him off his chair by his arms. and before he could speak, or protest, or tell you off, you’d take his spot and give him an alternative.
your lap.
something similar to a choked gasp left him once he was atop your thighs, which were twice the size of his own, body instantly going stiff.
“what’re you doing?” you hum. “if you won’t go, then i won’t either.” and he scoffs, “you’re acting childish.” and he wasn’t? staying up night after night for this little project. if you said such out loud, he’d take offense, saying this will be revolutionary, once he’s done. you would roll your eyes.
he was going to say more, to insult your decision, but you weren’t going to let it happen.
“viktor, do your damn work.” that shut him up much quicker than he’d like to admit.
and after a brief moment, he did. even when you started to kiss his neck, and when you started moving your hips beneath him, and when he felt your bulge press against his ass.
though, his concentration wavered the second he heard you unzip your pants. though, he stayed stubborn, continuing to take notes; despite how sloppy his hand writing had become.
this didn’t last long.
and neither did the process of getting inside him. he was always impatient when it came to these things.
he sunk down, on shaky legs, allowing you to help as little as possible by merely holding his hips to steady him. once he took you to the base, he’d let out a long breath, leaning back on you. a chuckle leaves you, seeing how he fell limp against your body.
but, your demeanor changes the moment viktor starts moving. quickly, you fingers search for somewhere sensitive, to make him stop. that place just so happened to be on his abdomen, and it takes you not time at all to realize what it was. the head of your dick was pressing against his lower stomach, forming a visible bump. you press down onto it, earning a soft moan from the man, all motion stopped.
“what’re you doing?” it was your turn to ask that question now, viktor letting out a quiet, confused sound while you gesture towards the many scattered papers in front of him.
“you have work to do.”
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fairy-writes · 10 months
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Congrats on reaching 1k, you deserve it! Could you please do Viktor falling asleep listening to his lover’s heartbeat? Or the other way around, either or!
THE SOUND OF YOUR HEARTBEAT
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Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!
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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)
Pairing(s): Viktor x Reader
Prompt: Falling asleep to the sound of the other’s heartbeat (Action Prompt #4)
Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader
Notes: It's super short, but I hope you like it nonetheless!
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It’s early in the morning, before the sun has even risen when Viktor wakes up in a blind panic. He bolts upright, the blankets tangled around his legs.  
His breath comes in quick, panicky gasps. Sweat pours down his back, making his nightshirt stick to his skin. He grips the blanket so tightly that his knuckles whiten. He sniffles and feels a tear or two streak his cheek. 
He had dreamt about Sky again. 
About the Hexcore. 
It was his fault. 
He—
“Viktor?” Comes your sleepy voice, and he turned to see you rubbing your eyes with tired fingers. You sit up in bed and reach for his hand, hesitating when he flinches. Immediately he feels awful. 
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He mumbles and feels your arms wrap around his middle, tugging him into your side,
“It’s not a problem at all.” You say, and he relaxes into your touch. He can feel his shoulders slump, the tenseness leaving his body. His breathing slows, and slowly, his hands unclench from the blanket. After a moment, you speak again,
 “Want to talk about it?” You ask, and he shrugs. 
He doesn’t want to talk about it. 
He doesn’t want you to pity him. 
He doesn’t—
You seem to read his mind and instead lay back, tugging him down with you so he lays with his head on your chest, ear right over your heart. 
“We don’t have to talk about it right now.” You whisper, and he slowly wraps an arm around your waist, settling in and simply listening to the ‘thump, thump, thump’ of your heartbeat.
“Thank you.” He whispers, already feeling his eyes droop with exhaustion. 
He feels you press a kiss to his forehead.
“No problem. Happy dreams, Viktor.” You say, and he succumbs to the lull and pull of sleep.
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myovin · 7 months
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Flower symbolism:
Delphinium (Powder): the dreamer’s heart, openheartedness, ardent attachment
Forget-Me-Not (Jinx): remembrance, hope, power
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sladibraslov · 1 year
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my favorite queer ensemble cast:
we’ve got our main characters:
the redhead butch. she’s a brawler, and although she puts on a disinterested exterior, she’s willing to sacrifice anything for the people she cares about. she’s spent a lot of her life in a cell, and teams up with an unlikely ally to earn her freedom.
the rich femme. she comes from a politically powerful family and holds a position of authority. although her relationship with the redhead starts off being antagonistic, they fall for each other throughout the course of the series.
the naïve, autistic coded girl. she has a complex, love/hate relationship with the redhead and wears her hair in long braids
our supporting cast:
MILF cop (unfortunate)
dead teenagers.
the scientist. suffering from a terminal illness, they search for a way to prolong their life through magic. while they are ultimately successful, the discovery also results in the death of a close friend for which they cannot forgive themselves.
the revolutionary. a key figure in an anti fascist rebellion, they have dyed hair shaved on one side. they usually wear a mask and hood to cover it. there are undertones of attraction between them and the girl with braids.
and of course, the villain:
an older man with fucked up eyes who serves as a father figure to one of the main characters
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hmmmmmmmm
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again… i cannot sleep…
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tleeaves · 2 months
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Well, I don't do fan art very much at all, but here's a rare piece from today that I also posted on my insta (normally my art is posted there but it's also a private account so that's why I don't really advertise it).
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Peace with Silco debate at the council meeting in Act Three.
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finkisun · 2 years
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the normal heigh butch/masc lesbian x the really tall fem lesbian that is piltover’s finest has a CHOKEHOLD on me
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vi has to look UP at caitlyn
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valenshawke · 7 months
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Caitlyn: You look good in that hoodie.
Vi: You know where else I'd look good?
Caitlyn, with zero hesitation: My bed.
Vi, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?
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piltover-s-finest · 1 year
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[Vi] He's gonna know we're here now. [Caitlyn] Whose fault is that?
ARCANE (2021-) 1.05 | Everybody Wants to Be My Enemy
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danidoesathing · 1 year
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Arcane + Onion Headlines (1/?)
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monsterinmyboxers · 6 months
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KINKTOBER! day 21. — body worship with JAYCE TALIS.
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“i don’t want to think anymore.”
the second those words left his mouth, you complied.
when he looked at you like that, how could you not? honey sweet eyes shaded by thick brows stare, pupils heavy with desperation and need.
mere minutes later he was stripped naked, splayed out on the sheets. judging by how quickly his clothes came off, jayce assumed this would be fast paced. but with how you rubbed over his skin, outlining his v-line and the twitching muscle of his stomach, going slow is what he really craved. you always knew what he needed.
your lips would follow the paths your fingertips made, mumbling praise and reassurance in the process, it all going straight to his dick. there’s now deep bruises trailing along his frame, that he’ll surely admire in the mirror before putting on his suit.
his legs open on instinct, thighs spread apart nice and wide. you press your lips onto the warmth of his inner thigh, a hand moving up to grip his cock and gather the pre-cum drooling from his tip. “you’re so wet,” he leaked so much, he always did, to point where you made a habit of using it as lubricant.
you smooth pre-cum over his hole, spitting on it for good measure before easing one finger inside. your tongue licks up the expanse of his toned torso, stopping to suck hickeys into his collarbone.
“sweet boy,” you whisper, those words making his legs quake and squeeze your waist. a quick slap to the fat of his hip made them fall once again. “look at that.” a chuckle, “body so willing to do whatever i want. to bend at my will, maybe even break. fucking perfect.” you stand up straight, no longer leaning over him, second finger joining the other.
your eyes were sharp, it made him feel so hot all over, a blush running from his ears down to his chest. “could stare at you for ages.” your digits stretch out, his muscles tightening, then relaxing just as quickly to accommodate the pressure.
“actually,” a pause, one long enough for jayce to focus in on you, “i might as well. we’re got plenty of time, yeah?”
he could only give a little nod, but the enthusiasm was clear in his shaky smile.
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ryuuuakuma · 3 months
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🫣🫣
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