#Vander x you

[vander-affectionate]

Your work is amazing *chef's kiss*. Would love to see your take on the kids cockblocking reader and Vander.

Also if you're interested, maybe extend it? I can imagine there would be a steady few days of similar instances and Vander convinces Benzo to watch the kids. Finally letting reader and Vander get some alone time.

babe i don't know what happened but i'm not ashamed

as soon as the front door shut, vander crowded you against the wall of your bedroom amd you're forced to leave the laundry on the bed when you feel his lips, tracing warm lines up your neck and making your spine turn to jello when his fingers dig into your hips.

"we've got at least fifteen minutes," he groans against your cheek.

you brace your hand on the bed and the other latches onto his wrist to keep you from floating away as he sticks a few fingers against your panties and you start grinding against the digits with a whine.

you lean down, face first in the semi warm laundry and vander pulls aside the article and just barely shimmies down his pants enough to slip his throbbing cock into his hand. he nearly doubles over when you reach back to squeeze his balls and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head when you wrap a hand around his to help pump himself.

he's not sure when his band of rugrats is coming back so he's got his fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans and the other drawing tight circles on your clit as you thrash beneath him, barrelling towards a high he put you on because his gingers won't stop stroking your clit while he's pressing himself deep into you. he doesn't have a choice, bullying his way into your tight little hole and stretching your walls to a taut sting is inevitable if you both want to get off before the kids get back. your legs are shaking and neither of you are ready to move, but the spiking pleasure and pain from being too deep and nails digging into skin have to be resorted to if you both are going to get off before they're back.

your pants aren't even halfway down your thighs and you're mewling so prettily around his fingers, drooling and trying to meet vander's erratic thrusts, he's not sure when you'll get the chance again so he stuffs another finger in your mouth and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you back against him.

his arm pins you to his chest so his cock has a clear path up into you and his fingers have never stopped. you're tightening around him so good and he's thrusting up into you once, twice, and then hitting that spot that has you squealing and the slick sounds of him entering you over and over again. skin slapping against skin until you hear the front door open and vander's scooping you up, teeth digging into your neck to keep himself from groaning when he feels your ass snug against his balls.

"we forgot milo's picks." claggor yells, but vander's slamming yhe bathroom door shut behind it and locking it. he's turning on the shower, the sink, anything to keep the sounds of you're making muffled and he props his foot on the edge of the tub.

you're shaking. trembling so bad that his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips are the only reason you haven't collapsed against the floor.

"grab the counter." he pushes your front against it and he's sinking back into you as your fingers dig into the sides of the wood. "we're fucking coming, understand?"

the pace after that is brutal. his hips keep slamming against your ass and the flesh ripples from the force of his thrusts so much that your grip on the counter is faltering. you're moaning into the sink, probably louder than the running water, but your high is coming and vander isn't letting up as the kids search for the picks. your stomach is pulled taut and the pain from being pent up for so long is making tears prick at your eyes.

your nails dig into his hand when you reach back for his, words escape you as he tilts his hips and presses into that spongey spot. it makes your knees buckle and your elbow catches the counter to catch your front. vander leans over you, so much bigger than you with his chest against your back and his lips against your ear

"y'close?" his words are husky in your ear and he groans into your skin when you squeeze his cock from the sound of his voice, "i wanna see it. look at me when you come. hm? you want to let me see you?"

you nod dumbly, eyes rolling back into your head, you'll do anything to keep him inside of you. to keep him whispering in your ear while he fucks you stupid in his bathroom. you refocus when you feel his hand at the base of your throat, pushing against you until your hands are flat against the counter and your ass is pressed to his pelvis. you clench around him when you see your reflection in the mirror.

vander's chest and cheeks are flushed, he's shimmering with sweat and his hair dangles around his wolfish grin. there's a dangerous spark of mischief in those pretty grey eyes when they meet yours.

"be quiet when you cum for me."

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[band--psycho]

Vander x Reader - Baby It's Cold Outside

Sorry I didn't post anything yesterday!

This stroy was requested by the lovely @barbersjoy for my Christmas Writing Challnege!

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Warning-Smut (18+)

Prompt - Baby it's cold outside

“I should probably be getting home,” Y/n began; earning the joy in Vanders' eyes to diminish slightly as some loud protests from Powder, Vi, Milo and Claggor. 

She didn’t want to go, but it was late and Y/n didn’t want to outstay her visit, she’d only come to drop off some presents for them all and then she was going to leave, that had been at least three hours ago. 

She also knew that the blizzard outside wasn’t getting any better, even in the warmth of Vanders home there was still a noticeable chill. 

“I’ll see you again tomorrow,” Y/n soothed as the four children bombarded her with hugs. 

As she said her goodbyes to the children, Vander went upstairs to unlock the front door, shivering slightly when he opened it. 

“Baby it’s cold outside,” he stated softly as Y/n walked over to him. And it was, it was freezing. However the heat that was forming on her cheeks almost took away the harshness of the chill. 

Her house wasn’t too far away but walking anywhere in this weather was going to be nothing of a very cold nightmare. 

“Y’know you don’t have to go?” Vander stated as he lifted his hand to her cheek, making her heart swell as her eyes met his. 

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,”

Her response earned a small chuckle from Vanders lips, “You’re part of this family, darl’, you could never do that,” he replied, moving his hand from her cheek to her waist, giving it a soft squeeze. There'd always been something between Y/n and Vander, an unspoken love. In fact, it was only recently that the two of them actually admitted their feelings to one another. 

So even though they’d known each other for years, all of these little actions and the sweet nicknames he’d given her still felt surreal. 

“So will you stay?” Vander asked, quietly, trying to hide how much he wanted her to stay the night, he didn’t want to pressure her to stay if she didn’t want to. 

“Of course I will,” she answered back, a shy smile forming on her lips as he pulled her softly into his embrace.

A few seconds later, cheers from the four children echoed from the stairs, making both Y/n and Vander chuckle as they headed back downstairs. 

~~~~~

It was safe to say that they were both feeling a bit more than a little tired seeing as none of the children wanted to go to sleep. Powder wanted to stay up and create some more inventions 

About an hour (and multiple stories read by both Y/n and Vander) later  all four of the children fell asleep. 

But now both Y/n and Vander were snuggled up in his bed. Vander had given Y/n one of his spare T-shirts to wear during the night; he was a lot bigger than her, especially in height, so his T-shirt  was practically a nightie on Y/n; not that she was complaining a single bit. She loved it.

Vander had also made sure to put an ample amount of blankets on the bed as well as the duvet so that she wouldn’t be cold during the night. 

But what was giving Y/n the most warmth was not the blankets nor the duvet, it was Vander. The man was practically a human furnace; and being wrapped in his arms and lying on his chest kept her nice and safe from the chill in the room. 

“You okay there baby,” Vander muttered, as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. 

“Mhm,” Y/n sleepily replied; as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck; leaving soft kisses along Vanders neck as she did so. 

A very quiet, almost inaudible, low moan slipped past Vanders lips as her lips continued their gentle attack on his neck. 

“Darl,'' he warned softly, his hands slowly beginning to roam over the side of Y/n's body, but she didn’t acknowledge Vanders warning. Instead the next time she placed her lips against his neck, she didn’t leave a kiss like she had previously; no this time she lightly sucked on the skin, causing another low moan to leave Vander lips. 

A triumphant smirk tugged at Y/n's lips as she looked down at Vanders neck to see multiple little red marks; though she did not get much time to admire her work before Vander had flipped her onto her back.

“My turn,” he whispered huskily, shoving the blankets and duvets that once surrounded them both, before grabbing the top of the T-shirt and pulling it down slightly to expose the top of her chest, before copying exactly what she had done to him. 

Earning exactly the same response. 

“Fuck,” Y/n sighed, her hips bucking into the air.

“Easy, baby,” Vander soothed, placing a hand on her hips, his strength holding them down almost effortlessly.

“I promise I’ll take good care of ya,” he continued, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, earning no response from Y/n other than a desperate moan. 

Vander didn’t want this moment to be over. He wanted to savor every single second of it. 

All those years of wanting; and now here they were. 

Together. 

Doing things they’d both only ever dreamt of. 

He wanted to take his time with her. He wanted to tease her relentlessly, until all she could do was beg for him to touch her. And when he did; it would be almost as torturous as the teasing. Starting off slowly, before increasing speed only to slow right back down again when he knew she was close and do it all over again.

And she wanted him to do all of it

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[mx-pastelwriting]

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[honey-tongued-devil]

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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[skeletonsweatshirt]

Vander dealing with a drunk customer flirting with his s/o?

HEHEHHEEHE I LOVE JEALOUSY PROMPTS

Vander when a drunk customer hits on his s/o

Vander x gn!reader

Tags: JEALOUS VANDER, protective Vander, just a lil self-indulgent, maybe a lil spicy if you squint hard enough

A/N: I am in love with him and also I love everything jealous and protective so I am on my knees thanking you like you are the lord themself. thankyouthankyouthankyou anon.

I feel like Vander gets so overprotective that he checks with other bartenders and trusted patrons to make sure he's not going insane or overthinking stuff.

But bitch when he figures out that one of the patrons is hitting on his partner, feral cannot even begin to explain what this man feels.

He'll try his best not to go ape shit. He really will. Because in his eyes, violence only gets ugly.

It'll start with him getting really touchy. A hand on your hip, an arm around your shoulders, a kiss maybe. He'll try to show the patron that you're his so they'll back off before he has to keep going.

The next step is words. He'll call you babe or say something flirty. He'll whisper gruffly into your ear.

If that still doesn't work, he'll stick to words, but towards the customer instead of you.

Little statements that are passive-aggressive. Like "Hey, buddy. You know saying things like that to someone isn't very polite. Especially when they're already taken."

Next is usually having them forcibly removed. There are very few times he's gotten physical with someone over you, but if their hands start to wander, he can't promise anything.

His protectiveness is 10x worse if you're oblivious to the situation. If you don't realize that the other party is attempting to court you.

Oh baby if you don't realize and he does, he's ready to throw hands.

He has dragged someone out by the collar and thrown them out into the street.

When he comes back and you look confused, asking why he would do that when they were being friendly, he very calmly explains to you that they were attempting to flirt with you.

Usually, on the nights that you get flirted with when the bar gets less busy, he'll take you to the back and either be all lovey-dovey or make out with you so roughly you don't know what hit you. Just so he can show you you're his and get over any insecurity he might've gotten from the events.

Okay, that's it hehe.

"I don't know why anyone would do something like that to someone so pretty." The customer cooed.

You grinned at the patron. This was one of your regulars, and he always paid you compliments. Of course, now he was visibly drunk, but a compliment is still a compliment, right?

Vander stood at the other side of the bar. He was serving customers, as usual, but when he caught a glimpse of a patron chatting you up in his peripherals, his hands halted. He placed down the glass he was cleaning and turned to the bar back that was coming back from a beer run.

You could only hear Vander's gruff voice, not actually what he said to the employee. You assumed he was just asking for a restock on something. You continued the conversation with your customer, ignoring your partner's words.

After a few minutes and a refill on his drink, you heard heavy steps approach you from behind. One of Vander's strong hands was placed on the small of your back and slid up to your waist.

"Hey, babe." He hummed. His eyes went from you to the customer sitting on the other side of the bar, nursing a half-full glass.

Vander's hand ran up and down your side softly. You were used to his random acts of affection. He was a very lovey guy. Like a giant stuffed bear. It was part of why you loved him so much. He wasn't afraid to just be romantic in front of people.

The customer continued to chat you up and compliment you, despite Vander's presence. His hand floated forward and brushed yours, fingers running over your knuckles. When you peeked over, Vander's expression had noticeably changed.

"Sir, it's not very polite to touch someone without asking them first." He spoke lowly.

"It's okay, Van. He's one of my regulars. I don't mind." You say with a soft smile.

"Yeah, buddy. Buzz off. Don't you have other customers to get to?" The patron spat at your boyfriend.

Vander's eye twitched. His hand fell from your waist and he basically stopped over to the gate separating the bar and the open floor of the Last Drop. He walked out to the other side of the bar and grabbed the man by the bicep without looking down."

"What's your problem, man?" The customer exclaimed.

"My problem is that you don't know your place. Now, you're gonna get up and leave or else it's going to get ugly between us. And trust me, you don't want it to get ugly." Vander spoke in a low voice with an oddly calm smile.

"You can't tell me what to-!" The customer started.

Vander glared daggers at the man from the corner of his eye. "I can. Because not only do I own this bar, but that's also my partner. So you can use your legs and walk away, or I can throw you out. Your pick."

The man groaned and stood up. Vander's hand left his bicep and dropped to his side. "Good choice." He whispered. The patron finished his drink and walked off, presumably to the exit.

Vander returned behind the bar where he cupped your jaw in his hand and kissed the top of your head.

"What did you do that for, love? We were just talking." You questioned.

"He was flirting with you. Very obviously flirting with you." He stated.

His fingers glided under your chin and forced you to look up at him. He made eye contact with you for a number of seconds before he leaned in, kissed you, and walked off to return to his duties.

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[conretewings]

Idk if this would be a weird request, so sorry in advanced. A nsfw shot with a pregnant reader and Vander?

-Ooooooh...*nervous chuckle* See this is another line I just can't cross; sorry. 😬😅 What I can and will do however is some fluff with a touch of angst for compensation so...hope you like this instead.

Vander x fem reader. Fluff, a touch of spice and mild angst.

Closing the side door to the kitchen area behind you and securing all the locks and bolts, you shift your shopping bag from one arm to the other and sling it up onto a sturdy but worn worktable. Digging into the bag you pull everything out and set about putting them in their appropriate places, humming placidly and thinking how happy the kids will be that you managed to find some bags of candy...when you spot them.

The cinnamon danishes.

You stand frozen as if someone had pressed a pause button, staring at the tray of brown-paper wrapped treats and suddenly, inexplicably you find them impossible to resist. Well, just one, to tide you over until dinner, right?

You break one off and hungrily devour it, licking your fingers and it's as if you've never had anything more delicious. Sighing, you grab another, hoisting yourself onto the counter to sit and enjoy...then a third before you snap out of your almost trancelike state and stare at the partially empty package.

"Fuck..." you grumble.

A heavy set of footfalls approaches from the hall before your husband peers around the doorframe at you with a grin, "Ah! You're back!"

He enters the kitchen, striding to you and kissing the top of your head while his arms wind around you, "Thank you for volunteerin' for a grocery run love, I know it was my turn..."

"You had that fiasco and meeting come up. It's okay, Van."

Vander pulls back, and it's then his eyes flick to the smear of icing still to the side of your mouth and he smirks, "Couldn't wait, eh?"

"Guilty," you chuckle sheepishly, then look down at your ever rounding middle and rest a hand there, "The cravings are kicking in I guess."

His hands join yours, thumbs gliding across your abdomen and he cracks another, proud smile, resting his forehead against yours, "Little one's gettin' hungry. At this rate you'll be eatin' the whole tray soon."

"At this rate I'll be eatin' the entire bag before I get home."

He snorts, then taps your face next to the icing smear, "Let's get you cleaned up yeah?"

You catch the devious glint in his grey-blue eyes, and guessing his next move you're proven correct when he leans in and kisses the offending spot, tongue flicking out to lap off the sweet frosting before quickly moving to your lips.

You respond in kind, mouth moving with his as your hands cup his cheeks then slide to his chest, a longing sigh leaving you and his fingers tighten a little on their perch of your thighs, gliding up your legs and under your skirt hem, moving himself so you're now flush against and straddling him. His mouth moves it's attention to your ear then neck, a half growl, half moan rumbling in his throat as he instinctively grinds against you.

Biting your lip you grin and give a groaning laugh, winding your arms around his shoulders, "C-careful there Van this is how we got into this situation in the first place!"

Slowly he stops, face still buried in the crook of your neck and you can feel him stiffen though he's almost slumped against you. He's silent; too silent and rigid and you sense the shift in his mood.

"Vander..? Love, what's wrong?" you gently ask.

He moves away a little, hands going instead to your sides and head tilted so you can't quite meet his eyes. He's silent for a time, in that way you recognize as gathering his thoughts and you wait patiently, rubbing soothing circles on his back before he turns his face again into your skin.

"You'll think it's stupid." he grumbles.

"Doubtful."

At length he raises his eyes to yours, thick brows lowered and mouth set in a slight frown, a waver in his gaze, "I just...hope I can be a good dad..."

"Van, I know you'll be. You took in four children already and you're doing great, even if they give you hell sometimes." you smile reassuringly, giving his temple a peck.

"I know, but it's...not the same..." he pivots, leaning on the counter next to you with your hands wrapped in his, "When I did, their parents had already raised 'em up quite a bit, did a damn fine job too, so all I've had to do is keep 'em fed, give 'em a roof, keep 'em safe...as I can anyway, and try to steer 'em in the right direction. This," he moved one hand to her belly, "This is different. We're startin' from scratch here love. I just..." he sighs, running his fingers through his deep chocolate hair, "I wanna do right by 'em."

Grasping his face in your palms, you turn his head and force him to look at you, your face serious now, "I know you will, and you wanna know how I do?"

One brow arches in a silent bid to continue and you do, "A man who is this worried about being a good father, while already being one to children that he chose to take in is bound to do just fine."

He gazes at you, shoulders relaxing and expression unreadable before the corner of his mouth twitches upward and he utters, "Thank ya love..."

Before you can reply however, he adds with a growing smirk, "Sure I'm not gettin' too old though?"

"Don't start this again." you grumble.

"But darlin' I'm goin' grey."

"You-you've got what a dozen grey hairs?!" you slip off the table with a loving eyeroll and pick up a bag of flour, "Drama queen."

He smirks again, moving to help you put the rest away while your conversation slips into stories of the day and other usual topics, wrapping the room in a warm, familiar comfort as the evening ticks on.

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Vander x reader

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You had been waiting patiently for Vander to get back. Unable to sit still so you had cleaned the little apartment just off the bar for his return. You readied all the soaps and towels for him to clean himself of the filth he’d carry back. The small first aid kit ready at hand for when walked through the doors.

Pouring yourself a small glass of some unnamed whisky that had just been sitting forgotten. You went to take a sip when the door had opened, your eyes lift and widen. Vander walks in bloody and beat up but with two children sleeping in his arms.

“The- the uh- apartment. Put them there” you stutter out as you discard the glass and he gives a silent nod before climbing the stairs, following behind him as your mind fills with questions.

Watching him, you wonder what he plans on saying. You know the children, you know their mother. Had she died? No one came tumbling in after him even now in the silence you don’t hear the door open. Would it be your responsibility to help him care for the children? You remember having conversations after conversation with him about how you were not ready for this kind of thing.

“You should wash up” you mumble out and he nods as you move past him to cover the two up, following him back towards the bathroom.

Would he explain it now or tomorrow? You fear you might not be here tomorrow. You had gotten a message from one of your friends that someone needed your help or rather just needed you. He’s undressed, stepping into the water. You move slowly towards the toilet and plop down on it.

The water cuts out and he’s reaching for the towel and once it’s wrapped around his waist he steps out and sits on the edge of the tub. Your eyes move from your hands to him. His eyes on his hands that wring together. He lets out a defeated sigh before turning towards you.

“I know this isn’t what you had expected, but their mother is dead” his tone low and you give a nod “they don’t have anyone else, it’s my job to look after the lanes now, it’s my job to make sure those kids are safe” he hasn’t been saying we, so maybe he doesn’t expect you to step up, he’s always told you too, always made sure you could handle what he drags back but right now you’re not sure you’d be able to step up as a sort of mother figure to two kids.

“Vander…” you start and he puts his large calloused hand on yours “I’ll help you as much as I can but I won’t be the best-“ he cute you off “you don’t have to be the best, just as long as you’re here, that’s enough” a soft smile forms on his face and you give a nod

“Where are we going to sleep, huh?” He asks as he pulls you up with him and you let out a soft laugh as you shrug your shoulders, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer to him “as long as I’m with you, I can sleep anywhere” he press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling you with him to figure out where you both would be sleeping until other arrangements were made.

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[schizoscribbles]

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.

         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 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.

         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 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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[fairy-writes]

FAIRY THANKS FOR LETTING US SEND IN MORE THAN ONE ASK!!!!!! Can I request a one shot with the song Young Long and Old Money by Elizabeth Gerardi and Vander from Arcane?

THANK

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YOUNG LOVE AND OLD MONEY

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: Anonymous

Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Vander x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: Young Love and Old Money by Emily Gerardi

Genre: Fluff to Angst? Is that a thing?

HELLO AGAIN SATURN LOVELY!! 

This is also Pre-Arcane! The reader is from a major Piltover family in this :)

I might write a part two if this is received well enough!

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The man in front of you was massive, even though he was your age. He towered over you, pushing at least six feet tall, which was most likely wrong. He had brown hair and dark eyes, the beginnings of a beard peeking through as he adjusted his coat and swallowed. 

He was dashing and handsome. 

A dangerous combination.

“This is Vander. He’ll be your bodyguard for the night at the charity gala.” Your father explained, and you blinked.

“What about Frank?” You asked, and your father shrugged,

“He’s busy. Vander will do for the night. I owe him a favor, and he needs a job.” He said before leaving you in the company of the man. You pulled out a small pocket-sized book from your trousers as you settled in the carriage meant to take you to the charity gala.

“It’s a pleasure to—” Vander began, but you cut him off.

“You’re from the Undercity, aren’t you?” You asked, and he stiffened, hands slowly curling into fists as if ready for a fight. You were sure he could snap your neck with one hand, so you had to tread carefully with your words. But treading carefully wasn’t your forte.

“Is there a problem with that?” Vander asked, his voice quiet but dangerous. You shrugged, a motion that was like your father’s.

“No. Just curious is all.” You said and turned back to your book.

The gala was in full swing by the time you arrived. People were schmoozing with Council Members, trying to get more money for their various goals. So in that sense, it wasn’t really a charity gala. It was just a money grabber. You hated these types of functions. 

Hours into the gala, you were at your limit. The number of fake smiles and small talk was getting to you. The next person to talk to you was going to get their head ripped off. 

A rough voice called your name, and you turned, ready to snap and spit venom at the unfortunate soul who dared speak to you.

It was Vander. Looking amused at your anger. Abruptly, your rage faded. And for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.

“What is it?” You asked, still upset but nowhere near as angry as before. Vander gestured towards the balconies. 

“Care to follow me and cool off?”

The outdoor air was slightly chilly, which felt lovely on your bare forearms. You wore a dark beige pantsuit with no sleeves. Your champagne swirled in your glass as you watched the couples dance inside. 

Vander was right. This helped you cool off considerably. You let out a relieved sigh as you felt the weight of the gala lift from your shoulders. 

“Better?” Vander asked, and you nodded, taking a sip of your drink. 

“Yes. Thank you.” You said, and he gave a nod of his own.

“It’s not a problem.

In the days after the charity gala, you kept thinking of Vander. He was tall, dashing, handsome, and maybe a bit dangerous. But it was apparent you had a crush.

I caught your eye, and you caught my attention

You like my style, and I love the affection

I live for the days we meet up at our hideout

I've never felt so alive, but we're dead if they find out.

A rock hit your window. You jolted awake from a light slumber and looked towards your cracked window. The cool breeze made you shiver in your night clothes as you opened your window and peeked out.

Vander stood below you, another pebble in hand as his gaze met yours.

“Vander? What are you doing here?” You called down quietly. He seemed bashful, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I—I couldn’t stop thinking about you… Sorry if it seems forward, but I had to see you again.” He said nervously, and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Well, I think that’s very sweet of you.”

My father was never your biggest fan

Values the name more than the man

Nobody, nobody, nobody understands

Suffice it to say; your father was not happy about your late-night visits by Vander. 

“THINK OF THE FAMILY! HOW THIS WILL MAKE US LOOK!” He roared as you sat with your head down and hands clasped in your lap. Well, it was his fault, really, for hiring Vander in the first place. Yet, despite his anger, you felt giddy. Vander had gotten the courage to kiss your cheek last night. 

But oh, you taste like wealth.

Oh, I'd risk my health.

For one more day with you

Vander wasn’t rich. Not in the traditional sense, at least. He was rich in feelings. In emotions. In love. He was so in love it was almost sickening. But you loved him just as much. He held your hand, pressing kisses to the knuckles whenever he felt like it when he would sneak you into the Undercity to meet his comrades—his figurative brothers—for the first time.

Silco was a tall, wiry man with a scowl on his face but apprehension in his eyes. He had cornered you while Vander was busy with some customers in his new bar, “The Last Drop”—you were so proud of him for accomplishing that—and demanded what your intentions were with his friend and brother. 

“I love him.” You said honestly, and he recoiled as if the thought had never crossed his mind. He had left you alone after that, and you weren’t upset. You knew he meant well. 

Benzo was much more welcoming. He had clapped a hand to your back, making you stumble, and congratulated Vander for “making such a catch!” 

That was the only time you had ever seen Vander blush.

This is a tricky age

We're birds stuck in a cage

Wish I could fly away with you

We fit perfectly like milk and honey

But some things don't mix like young love and old money

Oh, oh, old money

Oh, oh, old money

Seeing Vander became harder as your father and mother pressured you to attend balls and galas with the intent of finding a spouse. You went, mainly because you were afraid. Afraid of what your parents would do if you didn’t go. Afraid they would cast you out onto the streets.

Some part of your mind figured it wouldn’t be that bad. You could be with Vander if they did.

But you were still terrified, so you attended meetings and gatherings. You danced with other guests, sometimes even laughed with them. But no one caught your eye as Vander did.

You right all my wrongs and make all my wrongs right

In the midst of a battle but it's worth the fight

My mother says marry for money.

A rich man's jokes are always funny

Nobody, nobody, nobody knows what I need

You and Vander sat on the roof of the Last Drop, swinging your feet idly as Vander poured you another drink. This was your spot. The place you and Vander always went to get away from anything. He leaned over and kissed your temple, making you giggle at the scruffiness of his beard tickling your face. His beard had grown considerably now that you both were twenty-one—several years after first meeting each other. 

He had filled out more as well, a brick wall of pure muscle with massive forearms and biceps that could easily snap someone’s spine if he so wished. 

“I’ve been thinking….” Vander began, and you looked up from watching the people milling about below. 

“Uh oh, that’s dangerous.” You teased, and he shot you a mock glare, but it ended with the both of you laughing. You loved his laugh, especially the full-body laughter that shook his shoulders. 

“I’ve been thinking….” Vander started again, giving you a look that dared you to say that again. “We should run away.” He finished and observed your expression.

But oh, you taste like wealth.

Oh, I'd risk my health.

For one more day with you

You stared in shock. Run away with Vander? What would your family think? They’d disown you for sure. 

But… that thought didn’t seem so bad. You would be with Vander. Someone who made you happy. But could you really up and leave your entire life?

This is a tricky age

We're birds stuck in a cage

Wish I could fly away with you

We fit perfectly like milk and honey

But some things don't mix like young love and old money

Oh, oh, old money

Oh, oh, old money

“What if my father sends Enforcers? They’d kill you!” You said, and he shrugged,

“They could try. But I have you to protect. I’d never leave you alone like that.” He answered, voice soft. Did he look… sad? Disappointed? 

“I—I don’t know Vander… I need to think about it.” You whispered eventually, and he hesitated before nodding.

“Alright then.” 

Have you heard the news?

It's in the Post

I almost called it off

Almost

Everything went wrong when you got home. You thought nothing of it when your father called you into his study. Knocking quietly on the door, you waited for his gruff ‘come in.’

When you entered, an unfamiliar man stood before his desk and turned to face you. He looked nice enough—maybe a little older than you—with dark hair and eyes. He was dressed in a nice suit and looked nervous.

Who was he?

“Dearest?” Your father looked up from his documents and gestured for you to take a seat. You did so hesitantly, folding your arms across your chest and narrowing your eyes at the man across from you.

“What is this about?” You asked, and he swallowed, looking uncharacteristically nervous. 

“This is Tobias Kiramman. Your betrothed.”

I said I'd wait for you and didn't keep my promise

When I spoke the words, I meant them

Honest

But I met an Ivy League man

My father offered him my hand

You know my appetite is quite expensive

And his summer home is so impressive

The floor dropped from underneath your feet as you felt the blood drain from your face. 

Betrothed? That couldn’t be… Could it?

As soon as the shock wore off, you felt another emotion.

You were angry. Very angry.

“How dare you.” You snarled, and he looked shocked,

“How dare I?”

“Yes! How dare you?! Offering my hand to someone without my consent?!” You demanded, and now he looked equally as angry. Finally, he cut off your following words by slamming his hands on his desk and standing. 

“How dare I? How dare you! Running around with that damned Trencher Vander! I should have never hired him.” He roared, and you flinched. Tobias Kiramman looked uncomfortable, as if he wanted to try and leave. 

Your father sat back down, smoothing his hair with one hand and picking up a paper with the other.

“It’s settled. You marry tonight.”

You and I were made for a season

Forbidden fruit that I was eating

Oh, poor thing, don't look so blue

It's what I had to do but

I'll never forget you

You didn’t see Vander until years later. But, of course, life had changed considerably by then. You had a child, an adorable little girl named Caitlyn. You even had a seat on the Council, no thanks to your father. You had helped subdue the uprising of the Undercity, something no doubt led by Vander, Silco, and Benzo. You had heard their talks of trying to gain independence from Piltover. It was something you supported and openly talked about while in Council meetings. 

Someone bumped into you while in the Piltover market. Caitlyn was still a tiny thing. But, at seven years old, she was starting to gain an interest in marksmanship, already brilliant for her age. You loved her, even if you didn’t love your husband. 

You nearly dropped Caitlyn’s hand when you ran face-first into a solid wall of human muscle and flesh. Then, looking up, your heart sank.

It was Vander. 

His beard was starting to get flecks and streaks of gray, crow’s feet and smile lines around his eyes. But he still looked the same. And he was looking at you in the same look of shock that you felt. 

He called your name softly as if he wasn’t sure it was really you. You swallowed,

“Hello, Vander.” You replied just as softly. Caitlyn squeezed your hand, partially hiding behind your back. Vander noticed,

“Is that—”

“This is Caitlyn. My daughter. Adopted. What are you doing here, Vander?” You said curtly. You couldn’t be seen with him, not when you were this close to breaking down.

Vander swallowed thickly, nodding to himself.

“I was just here talking to a friend. I’m on my way back home now.” He said, and you pursed your lips. Part of you wanted to ask, but you knew you had no right.

You gathered up your groceries and Caitlyn’s hand, turning to leave. A hand on your shoulder stopped you,

“Wait.” Came Vander’s voice, and you stopped. You couldn’t say no to him. Turning, you leaned into his touch as he cradled your cheek. 

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He whispered, and you felt tears welling up. You couldn’t. Not like this.

“I’m sorry, Vander.” You said, voice cracking, and he dropped his hand, nodding. He turned and left, heading towards the Undercity bridge. You sniffled, wiped your eyes, and left the market. 

Caitlyn’s voice calling your name broke your silence. You turned and looked at your little girl. 

“Yes, Cait?” You replied, and she scuffed her feet and looked at her fingers twisting over themselves. 

“Who was that?” She asked, and you tried not to cry for the second time that day.

“Just an old friend.”

Oh, you taste like wealth.

Oh, I'd risk my health.

For one more day with you

We fit perfectly like milk and honey.

But some things don't mix like young love and old money

Oh, oh, old money

Oh, oh, old money

Oh, oh, old money

Oh, oh, old money

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[vander-affectionate]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 as he works to undo and get off his belt buckle. He holds your gaze, nodding to himself as he tugs his belt off with one hand and hikes your pajama pants up your thighs to stroke up your slick sex and thumb over where you're most sensitive. His eyes dare you to reach and get in his way as he rubs over you gently before burying his fingers into you, watching as your face tightens in tandem with your fluttering walls. He grins mercilessly when your hips buck and your head falls backward and his brows raise. "Are you giving in already, sweetheart?" His fingers easily stroke the spongey spot inside you before his palm becomes close to being flush with you. He stares down at the way you're slicking up his fingers and he gets lost in it to where his mouth falls open and you can visibly see him twitch in his slacks. He catches your ankle before you get close enough to tease him and the hungry look in his eyes is back. His fingers fuck you at an unrelenting pace and he pulls his pants down all the while. "Watch yourself, hon. You can be my baby or my toy, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇.’’

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[honey-tongued-devil]

⤝Writober - Week ⤞

[NdA]

Okay, small change! In order to not create excessive spam, I decided to manage the writober in a more orderly way. On ao3 I will post the stories day by day, then report them in a single post the whole week on Tumblr!

Day 1: Silco x f!reader Day 2: Ekko x f!reader, Day 3: Jayce x gn!reader, Day 4: Viktor x gn!reader, Day 5: Marcus x gn!reader, Day 6: Vander x gn!reader Day 7: Sevika x gn!reader

▶Writober Day 1 “This is the sign you’ve been looking for” [Silco]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", fem reader ↠TW: SFW, implied violence, implied romantic relationship ↠Character/s: fem reader, Silco, Sevika, Finn, chem barons ↠wc: 1.1k

The devil smiles, ruthless, letting the lips marked by time and hate barely uncover the chipped teeth.

You remain motionless, impassive, while the chem barons swallow loudly to that unexpected and out-of-place reaction from the man: Sevika quickly looks at you moving her gaze only, taking advantage of their distraction to check on you, and you don’t know exactly if she fears that you can do something inappropriate or if she’s simply uncomfortable since she usually acts alone, but you try to don’t give it too much importance. You know you have to be docile.

"So I wonder, why do you insist on wasting my time?" Silco places his palms on the table surface, leaning slightly forward, letting his voice warm as a caress and sharp as a blade reach everyone in a clear way, in a veiled threat.

His two-tone eyes scrutinize one by one the faces of the twelve present sitting at the table, with the security and superiority worthy of a king without a crown, aware that in that haughty room of power-hungry cowards no one will dare answer. 

Yet, despite the tension has saturated the air, you cannot help but feel on the skin the icy and judgemental gaze of some who sits at the table; someone who despite the drastic situation finds time to wonder about who you are: they probably think they’re gonna get out of that room alive, which is why they’re mentally preparing to take you as an hostage or as a blackmail source.

And it’s a probability that you took into account when you agreed to be an accomplice in that meeting, certain that if you really are a weakness for Zaun’s Kingpin then presenting yourself to them meant being the face of the conviction.

No one speaks, only the man sitting at the head of the table on the opposite side of the room seems to exempt himself from the air of fear that the mere presence of Silco brings to the room: he plays carelessly with a lighter, turning it between his fingers, following it with his eyes, covering and uncovering the flame with its golden lid.

If hubris had a face, its irises would be green and its skin covered with ink.

"You know, the girl behind you is really pretty, Silco." His voice breaks the silence like a bolt from the blue, making your heart jump in your chest. Insolent. Self-centered. Devoid of common sense. You’re pretty sure that the one who just opened his mouth is Finn.

"Yet, she seems rather delicate to be a henchman. Is she your collaborator? Your secretary? Or maybe..." He goes on, his voice takes on a mocking note, slightly sharper as if he had to hold a laugh.

Sevika stiffens while the man involved seems not to be disturbed by his arrogance, nor by the transparent provocation. Rather, he straightens his back and raises an arm, inviting you to approach with a gesture of his hand.

"Oh, I see. Are you interested in her?"

"I can’t believe how a sick old man like you has so many pretty faces around"

You get closer to Silco, the sense of nausea grows more and more.

You wouldn’t know exactly if it’s the anxiety, the awareness of how slimy every single rat in that room is, or the absolutely disgusting way the raven-haired man looks at you, but you decide not to investigate more.

Silco puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it imperceptibly as if to reassure you that that pitiful show is about to come to an end.

And you will never admit it aloud but it’s not describable in words how attractive is the way he doesn’t waver even to so stupid but objective provocations: it’s not the wrinkles around the eyes nor the scarring that disfigures the face to make him feel at fault; he certainly knows there are younger and more attractive people out there than an old man who’s irretrievably disfigured, but that’s not his problem. 

Probably Finn himself knows that it’s useless to try to attack the physical appearance of a man who grew up in the Sump, but you’re almost sure that he intends to use something so irrelevant to make him not only feel insecure but even humiliated. 

And God alone is a witness to how pathetic he is as he shrugs lightly as if his foolish words had to trigger who knows what reaction.

Silco lets go of your shoulder and lightly runs two fingers along your spine and Finn makes his gaze dart towards a woman sitting on his right. 

This is the sign you’ve been looking for.

You were warned by Sevika that at the table sat the one who wanted to betray the Kingpin, but there was no certainty if Iscariot was alone or in league with someone. For that reason, as a total outsider, you were asked to attend that meeting that was requested with a little too much urgency.

Your rule, as a hunter, wasn’t only to find out who would betray him, but also with them who, in search of power, would turn their back on the man.

You approach the man with the golden jaw and drop a bag on the table that, when it hits the wood, lets out gold coins.

He looks up perplexed, first at you, then at Silco.

"What does it mean"

"That’s 30 gold coins." You try not to let out any emotion as you speak, and it’s almost ridiculous how your heart does somersaults in your chest when you notice it out of the corner of your eye in Silco’s small grin.

Finn snaps to his feet and slams his hands on the table, stupid and embarrassing exactly as he were described to you: the moment he’s unable to understand something he screams and wiggles like an toddler.

He screams words that you ignore, intent on accomplishing your only task. With one hand you reach for his face to turn it towards you, and before he can grab your wrist to break contact you leave him a quick kiss; then, you place a nail in front of the woman, looking into her eyes without hiding the sadistic vein that accompanies your action.

You have exactly fourteen seconds to get back behind Silco, fourteen seconds before the ruckus breaks out and that room, that until a few moments before was shrouded in silence, turns into hell on earth.

Some understand your signal and get up, others blink their eyes in confusion, others still turn looking for an escape or shelter, while Silco offers you a hand, closing your fingers between his and the palm, leaving a light kiss on the knuckles in a gesture that finally breaks the mask of coldness and tears you a smile.

"You did so good" is just a whisper, but you can’t help but giggle as you squeeze yourself between your shoulders as you leave the door behind.

The devil smiles, ruthless, letting the lips marked by time and hate barely uncover the chipped teeth.

You remain motionless, impassive, while the chem barons swallow loudly to that unexpected and out-of-place reaction from the man: Sevika quickly looks at you moving her gaze only, taking advantage of their distraction to check on you, and you don’t know exactly if she fears that you can do something inappropriate or if she’s simply uncomfortable since she usually acts alone, but you try to don’t give it too much importance. You know you have to be docile.

"So I wonder, why do you insist on wasting my time?" Silco places his palms on the table surface, leaning slightly forward, letting his voice warm as a caress and sharp as a blade reach everyone in a clear way, in a veiled threat.

His two-tone eyes scrutinize one by one the faces of the twelve present sitting at the table, with the security and superiority worthy of a king without a crown, aware that in that haughty room of power-hungry cowards no one will dare answer. 

Yet, despite the tension has saturated the air, you cannot help but feel on the skin the icy and judgemental gaze of some who sits at the table; someone who despite the drastic situation finds time to wonder about who you are: they probably think they’re gonna get out of that room alive, which is why they’re mentally preparing to take you as an hostage or as a blackmail source.

And it’s a probability that you took into account when you agreed to be an accomplice in that meeting, certain that if you really are a weakness for Zaun’s Kingpin then presenting yourself to them meant being the face of the conviction.

No one speaks, only the man sitting at the head of the table on the opposite side of the room seems to exempt himself from the air of fear that the mere presence of Silco brings to the room: he plays carelessly with a lighter, turning it between his fingers, following it with his eyes, covering and uncovering the flame with its golden lid.

If hubris had a face, its irises would be green and its skin covered with ink.

"You know, the girl behind you is really pretty, Silco." His voice breaks the silence like a bolt from the blue, making your heart jump in your chest. Insolent. Self-centered. Devoid of common sense. You’re pretty sure that the one who just opened his mouth is Finn.

"Yet, she seems rather delicate to be a henchman. Is she your collaborator? Your secretary? Or maybe..." He goes on, his voice takes on a mocking note, slightly sharper as if he had to hold a laugh.

Sevika stiffens while the man involved seems not to be disturbed by his arrogance, nor by the transparent provocation. Rather, he straightens his back and raises an arm, inviting you to approach with a gesture of his hand.

"Oh, I see. Are you interested in her?"

"I can’t believe how a sick old man like you has so many pretty faces around"

You get closer to Silco, the sense of nausea grows more and more.

You wouldn’t know exactly if it’s the anxiety, the awareness of how slimy every single rat in that room is, or the absolutely disgusting way the raven-haired man looks at you, but you decide not to investigate more.

Silco puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it imperceptibly as if to reassure you that that pitiful show is about to come to an end.

And you will never admit it aloud but it’s not describable in words how attractive is the way he doesn’t waver even to so stupid but objective provocations: it’s not the wrinkles around the eyes nor the scarring that disfigures the face to make him feel at fault; he certainly knows there are younger and more attractive people out there than an old man who’s irretrievably disfigured, but that’s not his problem. 

Probably Finn himself knows that it’s useless to try to attack the physical appearance of a man who grew up in the Sump, but you’re almost sure that he intends to use something so irrelevant to make him not only feel insecure but even humiliated. 

And God alone is a witness to how pathetic he is as he shrugs lightly as if his foolish words had to trigger who knows what reaction.

Silco lets go of your shoulder and lightly runs two fingers along your spine and Finn makes his gaze dart towards a woman sitting on his right. 

This is the sign you’ve been looking for.

You were warned by Sevika that at the table sat the one who wanted to betray the Kingpin, but there was no certainty if Iscariot was alone or in league with someone. For that reason, as a total outsider, you were asked to attend that meeting that was requested with a little too much urgency.

Your rule, as a hunter, wasn’t only to find out who would betray him, but also with them who, in search of power, would turn their back on the man.

You approach the man with the golden jaw and drop a bag on the table that, when it hits the wood, lets out gold coins.

He looks up perplexed, first at you, then at Silco.

"What does it mean"

"That’s 30 gold coins." You try not to let out any emotion as you speak, and it’s almost ridiculous how your heart does somersaults in your chest when you notice it out of the corner of your eye in Silco’s small grin.

Finn snaps to his feet and slams his hands on the table, stupid and embarrassing exactly as he were described to you: the moment he’s unable to understand something he screams and wiggles like an toddler.

He screams words that you ignore, intent on accomplishing your only task. With one hand you reach for his face to turn it towards you, and before he can grab your wrist to break contact you leave him a quick kiss; then, you place a nail in front of the woman, looking into her eyes without hiding the sadistic vein that accompanies your action.

You have exactly fourteen seconds to get back behind Silco, fourteen seconds before the ruckus breaks out and that room, that until a few moments before was shrouded in silence, turns into hell on earth.

Some understand your signal and get up, others blink their eyes in confusion, others still turn looking for an escape or shelter, while Silco offers you a hand, closing your fingers between his and the palm, leaving a light kiss on the knuckles in a gesture that finally breaks the mask of coldness and tears you a smile.

"You did so good" is just a whisper, but you can’t help but giggle as you squeeze yourself between your shoulders as you leave the door behind.

▶Writober Day 2 “We wanted to be the sky” [Ekko]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", fem reader ↠TW: SFW, kinda fluff, romantic, a bit angst ↠Character/s: fem reader,Ekko, Scar ↠wc: 1.1k

Your eyes struggle to stay open, sleep makes eyelids heavy, and staying awake is suddenly the most difficult task in the world. It was undoubtedly a heavy week: there were toxic spills in the Sump, a couple of raids by the enforces in the Entresol, and even three firelights seriously injured which you had to rescue. I mean, you giggle between you and you, you’ve definitely earned a little rest.

You feel Ekko’s strong arms pick you up and make you do a little hop so he can grab you better, more firmly, and it’s absurd how all the noises are muffled except for his heartbeat: the boy’s heart is wriggling in his chest like a dragonfly in a cage, it seems ready to break his ribs to get out, you can almost feel it hit against your cheek, furious.

You know how much he loves to carry you in his arms like that, he does it often, and every single time he adds that remark that never fails to make you laugh: "I train for the day I marry you".

You hide your face against his chest, squeezing what little you can to gather a minimum of heat while the temperatures of the underground city suddenly drop. You can’t even imagine how cold he’s since he even took off his coat to wrap you with it. God, you always believed that being born in that sewer of the underground city was a curse before knowing him. 

But to this day, if you had to choose between seeing the sun every day or having to crawl in the Sump for the rest of your life, you would always choose the dirty air of your native land if it meant being with him, with the firelights, with your people.

"We’re almost there, hold still." his voice is broken, perhaps from the wind that slams in his face, so strong that his eyes are filled with tears.

"Are you going to marry me?" you speak softly, your voice is feeble but you know he hears it because he squeezes you even more to himself in response, nodding with his eyes tightened. You giggle, but you have to stop immediately when you feel a shooting pain in the belly.

But you’re kinda used to it, it’s quite inevitable for the place you live: you’re all full of bruises and scars, it always hurts everywhere for how many times you fall from overboard, buildings, or roll on the ground during fights and training. You just have to follow the procedure, breathe slowly to get the pain over, and he keeps running as much as possible.

"I’ll marry you now, I swear."

And you find yourself wringing your lips slightly in a smile, closing your eyes, and squeezing even closer to him.

"We get to the lair and I’ll marry you, and I'm gonna carry you in my arms..." his voice stops, and you don’t quite understand the verse that follows, maybe he slammed? A muffled sigh, before he keeps talking "...like a princess, and I’ll show everyone how beautiful my wife is." his wife. You may already be getting used to it.

"Say it again..."

"My wife"

"Once again..."

"My wife. My wife. My wife" his wife.

"I like how it sounds. From today I’ll officially be your wife. And you… you’ll be my husband."

Your neck hurts, as so does your head, and the cold is always sharper, but opening your eyes you begin to recognize the ‘sky’ above your head, now close to that place you call home. You can’t believe it, who knows if he was serious. You wonder if once you get there he really is going to marry you, I mean, it was an odd way to propose, but his voice didn’t sound like a joking person's.

But when you finally get there, instead of smiling, he screams at the top of his lungs.

Scream so loud and desperate you get goosebumps.

He asks for help, yelling so much that he loses his voice. He falls to his knees, but you don’t get hurt, no, even blinded by despair his first thought goes to you, he covers you with his body as if he wanted to protect you from everything. And he cries.

He’s so happy to finally marry you that he cries as his life depends on it.

You don’t really understand what people are saying, and in all honesty, you find it hard to distinguish their faces because of sleep; someone pushes Ekko away and you try to get up but the limbs don’t respond, probably numb from the cold. Damn, and to think that this morning you were even sweating!

"It’s all right, hold on" Scar whispers caressing your face, someone rips your shirt off, and you feel warm water soaking your chest in an unexpectedly relaxing sensation. Thinking becomes more and more difficult, everything turns, everything is confused, but you trust them. It must be a strange custom of firelights, you think. Some kind of preparation for the bride.

"you know..." your voice is hoarse, the taste that reminds you of iron is getting stronger and stronger in your throat, and it’s disgusting. "Ekko and I are getting married."

Scar grits his teeth, probably he wanted to hear it from his best friend, but you need to say it out loud to feel it more real.

"We are getting married, and he promised me..." your chest hurts "that he will carry me all over the lair, to show everyone how beautiful his wife is." Just laugh, your head spins.

"When we were younger we wanted to be the sky. I know, it doesn’t seem to make sense, but the sky was huge, it was beautiful, it was boundless. And we wanted to be like that. We ran to Piltover to look at the clouds. But as I got older, I realized that if the sky equals freedom, my sky is here. I don’t have to climb the rooftops to reach it." You smile weakly at Scar, sleep is becoming really unbearable but you’re embarrassed to admit that despite how excited you are your eyes are struggling to stay open. You are tired, your eyes are tired, your voice is tired.

You just want to sleep.

"I can’t believe it" you see them moving their mouths, they seem to talk but you can’t hear any sound, just annoying static noise. You don’t even know if you’re just thinking or talking out loud at this point. "We’re getting married. We’re finally getting married".

Your eyes close.

And everything fades black.

▶Writober Day 3 “I can't explain and I won't even try” [Jayce]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader(no pronouns used) ↠TW: SFW, fluff, romantic,domestic, babygirl Jayce ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce Talis ↠wc: about 1 k

Working for the Kirammans has its pros and cons, no doubt. 

Sure, you come home late, maybe drenched to the bone, but it pays well -and Tobias is such a sweetheart, he feels guilty when you finish your shift too late, so he always makes sure to give you some delicacies and often he offers to give you a ride home. 

And your home, in turn, has its undeniable charm: it isn’t too excessive but it’s warm enough to allow you to breathe a sigh of relief when you enter. When outside it is particularly dark and cold, the main rooms are scattered with candles: a couple on the fireplace, at least five in the bathroom, three more in the kitchen… and the first to come back from their shift usually turn on both the heating and a stove, ready to boil milk for a cappuccino or a hot chocolate.

You get out of the car quickly and greet the man with your hand, he smiles in response and waits for you to enter the gate before starting the car and leaving. You know it’s an automatic gesture, probably dictated by fatherly instinct, but every single time it makes you feel an unexplained warm feeling in your chest, like safety.

But now you have no time for sentimentality, no, you’re finally at home. You can finally relax.

The last drops of rain, you think, then you’ll finally be warm.

The last drops of rain, you think as you press your finger on the doorbell.

The last drops of rain, you think when the latch snaps.

But when the door opens, you understand that that desire is as far as you can imagine: Jayce looks at you, seriously, the gray shirt he usually wears when he is at home is scorched, the soot dirty on his face and arms, in one hand he holds what appears to be the corpse of a cloth. You stare at him, and he looks back, in prolonged eye contact.

"I can’t explain and I don’t even try."

You nod. Excellent argument, no doubt. 

You squeeze your eyes hard, filling your lungs with air until they almost burst into your chest. You put a hand on your temple, trying to assess how serious the situation in the house can be: it’s like a game between you and you, if you think about the worst possible scenarios you almost automatically will think 'I thought worse' when you actually see the disaster. 

"So, what happened this time?" you sigh, closing the door behind you, and before the boy can talk, you clean a speck of soot from under his eye and take advantage of the situation to leave him a quick kiss, accompanied by a 'good evening anyway'.

"I was studying and..." the boy just gestures and shrugs.

"You got distracted?" he snorts in response, addressing his classic pout. 

The living room isn’t that bad at the end of the day, just a little bit of soot on the curtains, some residue of burnt sheets on the ground, and fragments of what you imagine were glass vials on the tables and chairs.

You get the broom in the closet, and in the meantime give the boy instructions to open the windows and remove the curtains. In a few moments the air in the house becomes breathable again, but at the same time so cold to give you goosebumps: it doesn’t happen too often, but it is also not so rare that the carpets get dirty, the tablecloth burns, the walls blacken a little or the paintings fall off. You just got used to it, without getting angry or annoyed too much.

The carpets are taken to the laundry, the tablecloth is mended, the stains on the walls are cleaned, the paintings hung again and the windows reopened to make the room liveable again. You take a quick look out of the corner of your eye at Jayce, who’s obviously in a very bad mood, and you can’t help it but giggle.

"Oh, c'mon big boy. Nothing happened. Now let’s fix the living room and then take a nice warm bath" You approach him and put your hands on his chest, slowly sliding under the shirt. He whispers something incomprehensible about how he’s not angry at all, how he’s just annoyed by how a stupid distraction caused the accident this time and not an experiment, how he’s mortified because it’s cold and he knows it’s late and you’re tired, and so, so much more bullshits.

"I’m not angry, Jayce"

"I know, but I also know that-"

"Jayce"

"I know… but…"

"Let’s do this now: while I close the windows and change the tablecloth you go and prepare the hot water and towels. We deserved that. Okay?"

He nods but his expression doesn’t change, obviously consumed by guilt.

"Oh Jayce! Just one more thing!" he turns to look at you, putting his hand against the door frame.

"I love you." 

He gasps loudly, opening his eyes wide, bites his lower lip embarrassed while his cheeks are get a bit hotter, and squeezes between his shoulders like a child who, on Christmas morning, doesn’t know how to react to the gift he was waiting for from a lifetime, even though you repeat those words every single day.

"I love you too"

And you giggle as you watch his mood suddenly improve, as he can’t help but smile as he goes back and forth between rooms.

▶Writober Day 4 “This is where the magic happens” [Viktor]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: SFW, fluff, implied romanticism, during the timeskip ↠Character/s: gn reader, Viktor ↠wc: 550 words

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" You stare at the guy in front of you, busy fiddling with a heavy brass padlock. He doesn’t respond immediately, intent on nibbling on the inside of the cheek concentrated: he slides his fingers on the metal surface rhythmically to understand the arrangement of the small weights inside the lock, in a gesture so natural that you’re almost ashamed when you feel the blood rising to your face.

"Absolutely..." a firm wrist movement. "...not." 

Click.

The padlock opens with a small snap and the guy turns to look at you, the satisfied smile of those who haven't feared for a moment to fail in his intent. Viktor quickly stows the trinkets in a metal box -probably an old candy container- and opens the door of the workshop, turning a little friendly bow. You hesitate a few moments before stepping in, the dark room is illuminated only at some points by dim blue lights, such as clumsily fireflies hidden behind furniture and machinery of dubious nature.

The heavy door closes behind you and, in an almost mechanical gesture, the boy heads towards one of the light sources, lifting a rough, blue, small sphere that beats between the tapered fingers as if it was alive. 

"This is where the magic happens."

He sticks the gem in a small hole covered with circuits and the whole room lights up with a strong, blue light. Immediately you feel the skin hit by a static feeling, the hair of the arms go straight and your hair, suddenly light, follows your movements with slowness. Viktor chuckles with a hand in his pocket, noddin at you when finally his hand meets the object he was looking for. 

“Heads or tails?” He shows you a silver coin, then he flips it in the air, enjoying your expression the moment you realize it won’t come back in his hand.

"Is... isn’t there gravity?"

"It is not correct, gravity is still present. But it acts with such a meager force that it doesn’t affect bodies." He can’t help but smile, proud of that little workshop that for a year has turned into his second home. One by one he takes his fingers off the handle of the cane, giving himself a small push to rise in the air, with the nonchalance of those who have already done it a thousand times and another thousand will do it again.

"Aren’t you coming?"

"How?"

"Jump. Just jump."

And you do it. Your stomach tightens, your clothes lag behind your movements, your body suddenly seems to be swallowed by the void, and even if you try to move you can’t really do anything, soon finding yourself spinning without any dignity or control. The boy approaches and offers you a hand, holding onto a tube with the other one.

"This is embarrassing"

"It just takes some practice, c’mon. Hold onto me." And suddenly you feel like a child, desperately holding with both hands on Viktor���s arms, terrified that if he leaves you, you’ll get hurt.

But he doesn’t leave you. Instead, he puts his hands on your hips, and closes his eyes, enjoying the almost total absence of weight. You’re light. You’re alone.

Isolated from everything and everyone, in that small laboratory where magic is consumed.

▶Writober Day 5 “Sinners” [Marcus]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: Slightly NSFW, "dancer"!reader, slightly degradation kink, spit kink, Last drop? Brothel? Who knows ↠Character/s: gn reader, Marcus ↠wc: 578 words

The glass sprints in a single fluid movement through the entire counter, dressing with the colored lights of the room before finishing its short run in the gloved hand of the policeman, who, without any hesitation or delay, brings it to his lips.

The music is so loud that the bass resonates in the diaphragm and makes the liquids vibrate rhythmically in the bottles carefully arranged behind the counter, as in a collective and hypnotic dance able to overcome the fourth dimension. Everything in that place seems to transcend the human as if someone had managed to scratch a slice of hell inside a closed building.

The moans and sighs accompany the notes, coming from every corner of the room, where shameless lustful don’t deprive themselves of a macabre dance, hungry for the body and soul of each other. On the stage and the counter several figures move ambiguous and sensual, without any gender and race, as if they lived only for that moment, and you with them. 

You make your hands run on your skin uncovered, the lips hatched ready to give lascivious smiles to those sinners who despairing crowd at your feet, praying for one moment of your attention.

Keep your eyes glued to that of the man, intent on enjoying the only time when you, a dirty little animal of the underground city, can look down from above not only some piltover but even a public official. You kneel before him without stopping to dance, fluid as a snake, only to observe him better in those eyes so dark that they seem to swallow every single glimmer of light. 

He sweats.

Swallows.

And you wonder if he feels dirty, if he feels like he’s in a cage, if he realizes that he’s just your prey.

And he, like a good obedient child, doesn't say a word. You grab his jaw between your thumb and pointer, slightly moving his face as you would with a precious gem, arching your back instinctively when he, instead of resisting, remains soft in your hands.

Docile, that man who the next morning would be ready to shoot a bullet directly between your eyes to keep his business clean, is now totally submissive to the touch of a mere prostitute.

You want to kill him.

At least threaten him, make him feel small, but you know you can’t.

You limit yourself to make a slight pressure on the just dug cheeks of the man to force him to open his mouth, then, with one hand, you lift his glass stealing a sip of his stupid and predictable gin. 

Rich people have no taste nor imagination.

And when he raises his eyebrows confused, you recline your head, his lips a few millimeters from yours while you spit out the clear liquid in his mouth, rippling in a smile of pure pleasure when the man’s eyelids close slightly and his back stiffens.

Pathetic. 

The red of the lights doesn’t stop you from clearly seeing the coins and bills that from time to time he slips at your feet, like a drug addict willing to do anything for a dose. And you, magnanimously, every time kneel down before him, letting him once touch a leg to worship your body, once feel your mouth so close to his skin that you can whisper against it every single sin you committed.

And he, second after second, falls more and more in the arms of a demon.

▶Writober Day 6 “If we ever stop talking send me a song” [Vander]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: SFW, angst, takes place during the time skip, I had to change a bit the prompt, the song is "our love" from Arcane ↠Character/s: gn reader, Vander, implied Mylo, Claggor, Jinx and Vi ↠wc: 605 words

“Ooh, like Sunday I'll pray our love will always stay pure… Ooh, while the world turns around, he holds me down for sure”

The voice mixes with the wind, the distant squeak of the gears of the elevator that connects Piltover to that place that has now taken the name of Zaun, the roar of the water of the port, the ticking of the rigid soles of the merchants who move back and forth while talking to each other, the noise of puddles that are hit by the feet of some bandit intent on diverting enforcers.

The underground city is breathing.

It seems almost intolerable in your eyes the audacity with which the city is getting back on its feet, as if time had continued to flow undaunted while, for you, the entire universe remained frozen at that night. Your voice cracks slightly, permeated with melancholy.

He promised you that he would always be there, that he would be your shield, that you would grow old together in that filthy world, making each other’s days less miserable. He promised you that you would work together at the inn, where you would dance every night as soon as the heavy door closed. He promised you that you would raise the children he picked up from the street together, like a real family. The same children he had brought with him as if he had not limited himself to death but had erased every single trace of his passage.

And the worst part is that you have no one to blame, not a single scapegoat to whom you can direct all your hatred, your malaise, your frustration. One part of your brain is angry with him, with the great Vander, the underground hound, who was so intent on saving everyone that he failed to save himself, while another part of you screams that you should have been with him that night, That you knew something was wrong, that maybe you couldn’t prevent it, but you could die there, in peace, next to your family.

The throat knot prevents you from finishing the song.

God, you’re so ungrateful.

You should just be happy that you’re still alive, that you’re okay, that they’re in a place that doesn’t smell like a sewer. But you’re selfish.

You miss them, you miss them in such a heartbreaking way that your heart seems to rip in two every single morning when you wake up in a bed suddenly too big, too empty.

You try to suffocate a cry, squeeze yourself between your own arms, squint with so much strength to see the residual image of that place even with your eyes closed, tighten your jaw feeling every single muscle in your neck in tension.

You can’t cry in front of him. He hates to see you cry.

It takes you a bit before trying to recompose, then you clear your voice with your eyelashes still damp, a deep breath, and start singing again with a stony tone your song, the one that you used to keep away from the jukebox because nobody, except you two, could play it.

"Do you remember, Vander? You said that to me. 'If we ever stop talking, I will sing you a song'. And every day..." the words die in your throat. You see your own reflection in the water at the foot of the statue: your eyes are reddened and dug, your lips are pale and chapped. Who knows if he’d be able to love you even now, even seeing you like this. "...every day for 251 days, I’ve come to sing you a song."

▶Writober Day 7 “Drunk enough to say I love you?” [Sevika]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: NSFW, implied prostitute!reader, ↠Character/s: gn reader, Sevika ↠wc: 658 words

The synthetic light filters through the fabric of the lamps, caressing with certain malice the furniture that decorates the room and, with it, your skin. It is a kind of ritual, the Mass on Saturday evening: every week the woman -a henchman of the most powerful man of Zaun- finishes her shift and religiously comes to the place of worship. She bows her head as soon as she comes in, out of respect, and kisses your knuckles modestly. It’s almost a prayer, she addresses you with the admiration with which you turn to a prominent figure, and thanks you when you accept her invitation.

Every week that amber-skinned woman turns to you, and even if she knows you’ll never deny her anything, -that you’re willing to serve her your body and soul on a silver platter if she asks,- she thanks you for your availability as if she didn’t expect it. You don’t understand if it’s some kind of game, a premise, an introduction that she doesn’t want to change, or if she really believes that one day you will say no to her, but it doesn’t matter. Not now.

Now there are no questions, the mass has begun.

You let your fingers run gently over the woman’s collarbones, in a rhythmic movement that occasionally varies in a slightly longer or shorter path, in a curious, intimate contact. She looks at you from time to time as you sit meekly on her thigh, leaning her chin to the back of your neck to rest a little and allowing a smile to surface on her lips only when she is sure you can’t notice it.

You are alone, two bodies abandoned to lust in a brothel room, accomplices the countless bottles of alcohol now abandoned empty on the floor, a gramophone that wearily continues to moan its notes, the night particularly suitable to be spent basking in melancholy and a few butts off in an ashtray, so full to sob grayish clouds whenever something moves in its vicinity. 

You remain in silence almost religiously, the breaths still labored, and the smell of sex fills the air giving it a forbidden aroma, sometimes delicious.

Sevika reaches out to a bottle of Jack Daniel’s left on the bedside table and takes a deep sip before letting a much-suffered "shit" slip away.

"the head hurts" she adds. "I’m fucking drunk"

"How drunk?" you ask, looking at her with an amused look, gently caressing her face as you enjoy her reddened eyes.

"Too drunk" she replies with a face that makes you laugh. You lean forward to kiss her, and she, damned predator, immediately brings a hand to the base of your back, clutching at yourself, eager.

"drunk enough to say I love you?"

She stares at you for a few seconds which seems like an eternity, forbidden, and only after several moments the corners of her lips lift slightly. She kisses you this time, descending to your neck in a ravenous wake, letting the dark lips indulge on your skin, torturing it with the tip of her tongue and teeth. You cling to her, sinking your fingers into her scarred back, overcome by the sudden rush of adrenaline.

"Sevika" you call her name, eyes closed as the woman lays you on the bed, continuing that impetuous run along your body.

"Sevika" her name comes out like a lament as her black hair disappears between your legs. She keeps you by the thighs while calmly letting her tongue, moist and warm, impact your cold skin. She eats you with the grace of a nobleman at a banquet, taking all the time necessary to enjoy your taste thoroughly, to enjoy every inch of you.

And you don’t know exactly how much time she spends with her cheeks clenched between your knees, but when she finally lifts her head, her wet lips shine, making her as beautiful as ever.

"What do you think, does that count?"

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[arcade-writing]

Howdy howdy! Hope you're having a good day/night!

If it's no trouble I'd like to request transmasc reader with Vander teaching reader hand-to-hand defense, fluff or nsfw whichever you prefer! uwu

Howdy to you too! I'm doing just fine!

How can I resist such an offer? I love vander! Far more than I let on. This dilf plagues my mind

There isn't much reference to readers gender other than the fact they have top surgery scars - I wasn't sure how to incorporate it as I didn't want to make it the focus.

Wanted to focus more on the actual fight and how reader felt - Hope that's okay!

Pound it

🍐 suggestive

Pairing: Vander X trans masc! Reader

Warning: descriptions of injuries, alot of self hate from reader, grinding, minor blood kink (ig), vander is abit too rough with you, french kissing, he's a sweet lover really

At first he declined. After all, it would be better to seek this kind of thing with someone more trained. He just knew how to strike hard - he couldn't actually teach you how to fight.

But that all changed when he found you sobbing behind the last drop. Stunned to see you look so fragile as you crawled away from him. Begging him not to hurt you. Your vision was too blurry from being punched and the large tears in your eyes to tell it was him.

He instantly understood what happened. He took you back inside to patch you up. It didn't take long for word to get around some new gang tried to test their luck. Thinking picking a fight with you was gonna go down easy. Oh, they were wrong, soon they were banned from the last drop and groups of people went after them.

Only fools have the audacity to disrespect Vander. And when they disrespect you or the kids - it means they're disrepecting him.

Safe to say, the lesson was learnt. But Vander became more protective. More worried when you left his sight. He knew you weren't some dainty little thing. You could take more than people expected. You went down swinging with those goons.

You didn't dare try to just sit there and take it but of course, there's only so much you could handle. That tough facade everyone in Zaun made cracked.

Vander sat back on the stacked boxes, wrapping his hands with dirty bandages. You were jumping around, showing off your quick punches. He couldn't help but let out a laugh through his nose. Whilst you definitely knew how to hit, your form was your weaknesses.

You left too many openings for others to hit you. That's how you ended up so beaten and bruised by those men.

"You're doing great, Darl' but perhaps we should focus on defense this time."

"aw what!" You looked over at him, disappointed.

You wanted to be strong like him. One hit and they're down. You wanted to be able to stop the fight before you could get that hurt again. A few bruises and scratches can heal but seeing the your own failure to fight having to stare right back at you. Every morning and night as they slowly healed. It was devasting.

"It's not all about hitting the hardest, you got to make sure they can't hurt you before you even go to strike."

He stood with you. Taking hold of your smaller hands. You looked up at him with pinched brows. Vander knew more about this then you but you couldn't stop the sour taste in your mouth.

You couldn't stop the negative voice in your head storming inside. Roaring in a thunderous voice that you weren't good enough. You were stupid. Weak. Useless.

Losing a fight in a world like this puts a marker on your back. You doubt those goons will be the last. And if words gets around your weak and need someone else to fix your failure. Well, doesn't look good on you at all.

You appreciated all the patrons of the last drop. They soothed your anxiety and made sure those guys were going to stay in their territory. But you still lost.

It was as if Vander could read your mind, he tipped your chin up, thumb on it whilst the others were under. He leaned down to be more at eye level with you.

"Hey - I'm gonna teach you, okay? I know you'll do great - I saw what you did to those guys."

A smile slowly rose on his face, pride in his eyes as he your expression in. Whilst he wasn't happy with fights. Violence no longer called to him. He was proud of you for being able to defend yourself.

He always worried about you and the kids; thinking one day one of you won't come back home. That's why he wanted you to learn. And because of his own guilt.

"If thats what you can do without training, you're gonna be a beast after this."

That brought a smile to your face. Chest puffing out as you grabbed his wrist. Giving him a quick peck on the lips before you stepped back. Getting into a fighting stance.

"There we are - turn your fist more."

He circled around you as you bounced on the balls of your feet. He guided your hands or changed the position of your arms if they weren't correct. Watching you swing at the punching bag infront of you. It was busted; patches and tuffs of fabric and cotton spilling out from the edges.

"Good, now let's widen that stance."

He put his hands on your hips, pushing your leg forward with his foot. You leaned against him. Enjoying his warmth. Smiling as he leaned down, kissing from the side of your head to your cheek.

"Let me fight you." You sputtered out suddenly.

Vander stiffened, his hold on you tightened as he moved back. Just enough he could get a better look at you whilst you turned your head.

"You don't want experience that."

Obviously. You've heard the stories of Vanders glory days. He was a brute. Also the fact he's a much larger man that you meant you were definitely going to be knocked on your ass first hit.

But if you were going to defend yourself you needed an actual person. No one was going to stay still and let you hit them like a punching bag. You needed to be able to defend yourself against an actual fight.

"not like a proper fight, Vander, a fake fight to get a better feel for all this."

He looked at the floor with knitted brows. Frowning as he thought over your words. You knew he was thinking the same as you; a punching bag will only do so much.

With great reluctant, your partner sighed. Accepting your request. He stood Infront of you, going for his own stance. Whilst yours was defense. He was offence. He could take more hits than you. Besides anyone who you went up against wasn't going to be able to trying to block everything.

They'd fight you because they wanted you on the floor. Bleeding and covered In marks.

You took a swing and he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you towards him, you took the opening as he winded his fist back. Punching him square in the nose. He let go of you as he sniffed, hardly a second later he was back and ready to attack.

You let out an 'oof' as his fist connected with your stomach.

You snarled as the fight went on. Sure you didn't want a proper fight but these hits were so weak. Annoyingly weak.

Frustration choked you as you thought back to your fight. To all the fights you've had in your life. Sure, you won some but the majority - you lost.

He was holding back because he thought you were weak. They all did. They all saw you like that!

"Stop holding back-!" You cried out as you kicked in his knees.

Punch after punch. You were seeing red. Mindless to who was Infront of you. Focused on proving you could win. To convince yourself you were better. Vander did his best to avoid your attacks. He recognized that look in your eyes. He experienced this all too many times.

It was contagious. Apart of him dwelled within. Aching to fight once more. To have that frenzy of adrenaline rush through his veins. To beat someone down.

He couldn't do that to you. He didn't want to hurt you.

You hissed as his knuckled connected to your jaw. Your lip split open again from the sheet force. Finally! He was actually hitting you! It was a back and forth. You putting as much power as you could and tried to blocking his punches. Meanwhile his attacks grew more and more aggressive.

A grin stretched out on your face as you bounced. He growled as he charged forward. Knocking you both down as he pinned you down. Only having to use one hand to hold your wrists. His legs straddling yours to block you from moving.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline now scorching your veins. But you pulled yourself up as much as you could, lips smacking into each other. He grabbed the back of your head and lifted you up by your lower back.

Your bodies pressed together as you pulled him down. Nails digging into his shoulder blades as your legs wrapped around his calf's. His large hand moved from your back to your chest, running his fingers along the scar on them.

He groaned against you as he felt your hips collide. You tugged on his lower lip as you moved back for air. Only able to get a few breathes in before he was kissing you again.

Grinding against you as his tongue explored your mouth. the scruff of his beard prickled at your skin but you didn't care. Tugging at his hair as you rolled your hips up.

You could taste your blood on his lips. Moaning as iron mixed in the the taste of spit. Sucking on his tongue as you kept him pressed against you.

Finally, you both parted for air. Staring at each other. His hair was a mess and you were sure your nails were scratching his skin. Your lips were puffy and red but you couldn't tell if it was blood or from how hard he was kissing you. Most likely both.

His eyes were wild, half lidded and left panting. He kept moving his hips. The pace steadily slowing down as he caught his breath.

"You fight good." He breathed out, chuckling at himself.

You smiled as you loosened your grip on him. Letting yourself drop back on to the floor as you tried to ignore the now prominent bulge between his legs. And how it was still pressed against your clothed sex.

"And you're a great kisser." You replied, as equally out of breath.

He helped you back up to your feet, dusting you off before pulling you towards him. He moved one of your hands to his lips, kissing your now red knuckles. You traced shapes into his chest as you couldn't stop smiling.

"I'm sorry for being so rough with ya, love."

He looked genuinely apologetic. Eyes scanning all the marks on your exposed arms and face. Knowing you'll sure have bruises. He saw hand prints on your upper arm from where he slapped you instead.

"I mean, I did ask you to stop holding back."

He shook his head. "I still shouldn't have, you're hurt." He left more gentle kisses along each knuckle before kissing your palm.

You kissed his cheek, a warm glow on your cheeks.

"But I'd say I did fairly well, right? I'm still just as lively."

He let out a laugh through his nose. "Just wait until that adrenaline runs out."

A sly smirk was now on your face. Trailing your fingers up his chest and to his jaw. Pressing yourself against him all over again, using your other hand to tug at his belt. Rolling your hips against him with slow calculated movement's.

He grabbed your hips as he knew actually what was coming.

"How about we put what's left of it to good use~"

Vanders hands wondered down to your ass before grabbing the back of your thighs. He picked you up with ease as you both laughed. You were giggling the whole way as he stormed to his room.

Refusing to think of the pain you'll feel once it's all done. Perhaps you could do the easier jobs this week - you doubted you're going to be able to feel your legs after this.

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[burntpizzacrusts]

Another drabble under the cut

Good Boy

//NSFW//

Vander x Reader

Additional notes

Trans Vander, edging, praise kink, sex toys, use of strap

Ao3 link

He gripped your shoulders and sobbed as you marked his neck. You gripped the toy and moved it in circles around his cock, he gasped and tightened his grip

“Please- ah! Please l-love!” Vander cried out as a strong vibration hit him, nearly sending him over the edge but he held on. He sat in front of you, bare and his legs spread wide, giving you a full view of the vibrating toy that was held up to his sex.

“Please. Can I let go?” His legs were shaking. He gave you a pleading look and put his forehead against yours. You could still smell the faint smoke in his beard, driving you crazy.

“Can you hold on for a little long, like a good boy? Like my good boy?” You cooed into his ear with a kiss on his temple. He whined and covered his mouth with his hand. His muffled moans and whines were still loud enough to echo off the walls as he grinded himself on the vibrator trying to gain more friction.

“That’s it love, good boy. You’re doing so well for me.” That got him more riled up. He gently bit into your shoulder and you moved the toy around quicker, “So good. You're doing amazing, Vander. Let go.” On command he grinded faster and pulled you closer, sobbing into your shoulder as he came with shaking legs. His release coated your hand as you moved the toy against him. You helped him ride out his climax, and he still clung to you, planting kisses on your neck and thanking you. But you weren’t finished.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from him. Looking him in the eyes and tasting his release from your fingers. He bit his lip at the sight and you chuckled, “Are you alright to go again, Van?”

He nodded eagerly, “Yes, of course darl’.” He leaned forward and kissed you softly, a smirk plastered across his face.

You left for a moment and returned, pulling on a double ended strap and he helped you fasten it. Once you felt your end rub against your sex, you shivered and he gave a breathy laugh. “It too much for you already, love?”

“Says you.” You laid on your back, crooked your finger and purred, “Come here.” He crawled up to you, kissing you softly at first, then rough, you bit his lip and he gasped.

He kissed down your chest, your stomach, and down to the strap. He made eye contact with you and licked a strip up and bobbed his head down slowly. The other end moved agonizingly slow but it felt real good, making you furrow your eyebrows. He moved more quickly, laughing as he watched your face contort from pleasure. He pulled up to you again and kissed you. “You look so lovely.”

You blushed but spoke up before he could see it, “Won’t you be good for me, and take a seat for me?” He immediately followed suit, placing his hands by your waist as he lined himself up. Slowly, he inched his way down until your hips touched. He let out a sigh and started moving up and down.

Vander steady pace became faster and leaned down on his elbows to snap his hips faster, his face inches away from yours. You placed one hand on his cheek and the other moved the hair away from his face.

“You’re doing -mmm- so s-so good for me. So, handsome -ah!” His hips snapped harder at the praises. You held on long enough to see his eyes roll back and his back straighten from a second leg shaking orgasm. A sight to behold, he looks beautiful from this angle.

After a few minutes of riding out his high, he fell next to you, arm draped over you. Catching his breath and nuzzling into your neck.

After a moment he looked up at you and planted sloppy kisses on your face, his arms around your waist. Uncontrollable laughter escaped from your chest.

"Did I do good, darl?" He pushed hair away from your face.

You smushed his cheeks, "You did so good for me, Van."

"Good." In one swift movement, he turned over and placed you on top of him

"Now, are you ready to be good for me?"

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[skeletonsweatshirt]

How about something with Vander! What’s his morning routine like? Maybe something with Vander and his s/o? Only if you want to ofc!

I CAME UP WITH AN IDEA FOR THIS AS SOON AS I SAW THIS

Vander's morning routine with his s/o

Vander x gn!reader

Tags: DOMESTIC FLUUUUUUFFFFFFF, Big guy lovin his partner, im so gay, I didn't proofread this, I was too tired

A/N: I am currently in a lot of pain so I'm laying in bed writing because its fun. Enjoy the domestic fluff people, I know I do. Also excuse the fact this post is a bit shorter than the Silco one, it's just there's only so much you can write about a morning routine, especially with a man as busy as Vander.

Context: For these headcannons I am imagining you and Vander living together, whatever stage of your relationship you are at.

He 100% wakes up earlier than he needs to just so he can cuddle with you for a bit before he actually has to get out of bed.

When he does get out of bed, he always leaves you with a kiss on the forehead and I mumbled "Love you" into your ear.

I see Vander as a man that has a long ass morning routine despite not seeming like it.

He showers every morning, cleans up his beard, deodorant, cologne, the whole nine yards.

I mean he owns a business and is the figurehead of the undercity, he has to look good.

Even if you don't get up as early as Vander, he is still usually in the house by the time you get up.

To be fair at that point he is usually fully dressed and almost finished making breakfast for the both of you, but it is a pleasant 30 minutes you guys get to enjoy together before Vander has to go work.

Vander is actually a really good cook. No matter what he's making, it's always delicious.

Vander is always really touchy right before he leaves, because if you don't work at the Last Drop, he won't be seeing you for a few hours, so he wants to make the time with you last.

Even after he leaves, you think about him all day because Vander leaves notes around the house reminding you about different things that either you often forget to do, he forgets to do, or they're just cute little notes reminding you how much he loves you.

As your eyes crack open, slowly adjusting to the sunlight that was beaming in through your ajar window. You haul your comforter over your head in an attempt to capture the few fleeting minutes of sleep you have left. That plan is quickly foiled, however, as the smell of bacon and eggs drifts down the hallway and into your shared bedroom.

You groan softly and gradually get out of bed. You start your walk out of your room and towards the kitchen, only taking a few moments to stop in front of your vanity mirror and tame the bird's nest atop your head.

Just as you reach the end of the hallway, whatever thoughts you may have been having previously are interrupted by Vander's cheery humming and his brief "good morning" as he continued on cooking.

You sit on a barstool right by the counter and gently rub your hands over your face in an attempt to wake yourself up. You let out a sigh just as Vander slides a plate of delectable-smelling food right under your nose.

"Eat up, honey. Maybe it'll help wake you a bit." He stated, sleep still evident in his voice despite how long he's probably been awake for.

You slowly take the fork he included with your dish and poke at a piece of egg before lifting it to your lips, briefly blowing on it, and popping it in your mouth. Vander soon joins and takes the seat next to yours. Your early morning brain can't help but wonder how that little bar stool can handle holding up Vander, who is probably 90% muscle at this point.

You both continue eating, exchanging small conversation and random early-morning small talk. Vander seems to be eating faster than normal, and when you finally let your eyes wander to the clock hanging above the stove, you realize why.

Although it seems Vander beat you to the thought as he stands, deposits his dishes into the sink and he makes his way over to where you sit, arms open in anticipation of a hug. You're hesitant to give it to him, you know once he gets his after-breakfast affection he's going to have to leave. You hate when he has to leave.

"Come on, love. I'm damn close to running late." He had now woken up a bit, but it barely changed his gruff accent.

You groan as you cave in and bury your head into his chest, allowing your arms to wrap around his middle. Vander was always so...comfy. If you hadn't just started to wake up you would fall asleep right there. But you can't, not when you have to get ready and Vander needs to leave.

"Have a good day, Van." You coo as he leans down and steals a goodbye kiss from you.

"You too, honey. I love you."

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[angelltheninth]

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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