vi finally gets to apologize to you and make up with you in private.
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vi tried to apologize to you in many ways after the argument, all of which were returned with a shaky "please leave me alone, violet." each time her heart broke a little more and her resolve got stronger. you didn't have to date her again, you didn't ever have to do that. she just wanted to make things right. she had certainly failed that before.
how could she have ever gone this far? she had noticed how even small white lies scared and hurt you. but you had been getting better with that. you were able to trust her, to handle it and understand.
you were so much stronger than she ever gave you credit for.
and that's why she was trying so hard to just talk to you again. vi wasn't all that proud of it... but she asked ekko to help her out with that.
"let me go!" you struggled. every movement was futile. with your wounds still sore and bandaged, there wasn't much you could do.
"i'm sorry, but someone wants to meet with you."
you were shoved not all that gently into a room, falling and catching yourself with your hands. even though you tried to get up quickly, the door was shut when you turned back around.
"fuck," you mumbled to yourself, feeling utterly defeated. all you wanted was a damn day to yourself. you had so much to process- but no. no, you were destined to be bugged and annoyed and now kidnapped because suddenly you were oh-so popular. mainly with one person. you turned to face the room, leaning back against the door.
"you're kidding me."
stepping forward, vi gave you a halfhearted smile. "hey, [y/n]."
"what is all this about, violet? i'm so tired of this," your voice cracked. admittedly, you couldn't look at her very long. sometimes you had to look away. it hurt a lot to look her in the eye.
"i know, and i'm sorry. i really am. i just want to make things right. you don't ever have to be nice to me ever again. but i need to make sure you know i'm... i'm actually sorry." she massaged her inner elbow with her opposite hand. unlike you, she could maintain eye contact, albeit one-sided.
"so you kidnapped me?" you responded, sounding as tired as you looked.
"you wouldn't listen to me, [y/n], i had no other choice," vi insisted. "i needed to talk to you, and soon. okay?"
"once again, so you kidnapped me? violet, sometimes people need space. especially after something like what you did. i needed space." you hesitated, pressing your lips into a fine line. "you never really respected that." now your gaze dropped and it didn't rise back up again.
"it was the worst thing i could've ever done, i recognize that now. i damaged your trust, i hurt you more, you have every right to cry and be upset and be angry. i apologize for everything i said. none of it was true. you are strong, y'know.. and i didn't." every word seemed to be more humbling to her. it wasn't every day that she so much muttered the words 'i'm sorry', even to you. her apology did strike a chord with you. "you are strong and you are brave and you're one of the most incredible people in the world. i was such a dick to do that to you. if you ever gave me a second chance, i would never do it again."
as badly as she made your heart ached, your heart ached more to simply feel her touch again. her strong hugs and happy kisses.
"what if you get that mad again?" you asked. you spoke cautiously, modulating your voice. it was the same as when you and vi first met; you couldn't show too much.
if you ever looked up to see it, there was some abstract form of hope in her eyes, like she was too scared to let the flame grow too bright. "i can't promise it'll never happen again, no matter how much i want to. but i'll try. i'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're safe. and before you say it, i know i've made that promise before, i know."
"so why is this time any different? why should i trust you with any part of me anymore?"
she hesitated. "i learned. i-i learned, and i know i won't cross that line with you again. i couldn't stand seeing how hurt you were, [y/n]. i deserved what you said. i regretted everything i ever said that night and none of it was true. i'm sorry, i really am. if you decide to give me another chance, i'll change. i'll pinky promise if you want me to."
for a moment you wanted to crack a little smile. your mind was overwhelmed by small vignettes of every time you'd pinky promised something before. the childish little grins you both had, kissing the others' pinky. until the big argument, none of those promises had ever been broken.
you were quiet for a moment. over the past few days you had dearly missed vi. sleeping wasn't the same without her spooning you, playing with your hair until you passed out. your heart ached for her. so you held out your hand, pinky raised.
vi just looked at you for a moment.
"well? you said it yourself. pinky promise me."
perhaps she tried to hide it, but you could see the color and life return to her eyes. she stepped forward, gently wrapping her little finger around yours.
"i promise to change and to never hurt you like that again, and to cherish you the way i should've before." she pressed a kiss to the tip of your finger, never taking her cautious, adoring gaze off of your eyes. your pretty eyes she could get lost in again.
"you don't have to promise me anything."
"i want to, vi. i promise to try and... talk to you more. to try and trust you more."
it sounded like wedding vows. for some reason that made you really want to cry.
you returned the kiss to her finger, so delicately it was like something from a butterfly. the smile she bore was both hesitant and overwhelmed with adoration. once your hands disconnected, she pulled you into a hug- this one softer than usual, just to be able to fully treasure having you back.
"i-i'm so sorry. i've said it so much but i am. i love you so, so, so much. i was such a dick." both of you laughed at the last part as you nuzzled back into your usual spot in her neck.
"i love you more," was your innocently saccharine response.
"i love you most."
you sniffled, hearing those words again. it was like a tender, loving hug to your heart. you felt her hand gently support the back of your head, caressing your hair with her thumb. being encompassed once again in her strong arms was like being enveloped by heaven. sometimes new beginnings had to be seasoned with mistakes.
"you don't have anywhere to be, right, cupcake?" vi asked, her voice still soft as per the new usual.
"i... wanna hold you like this for a while. if you don't want to, that's fine, i just-"
"that sounds nice. i wouldn't mind at all."
you didn't have to look at vi to see the smile which blossomed over her features. she held you a little bit tighter, peppering kisses on top of your head. "thank you, cutie. still as precious as ever."
keys jangled in the main door before it creaked open. "no one got killed during this reunion, right?" ekko poked his head in. his question answered itself, seeing vi seated against the wall with you in her lap, leaning against her, seemingly having the first good nap in a while.
vi immediately shot him a glare, mouthing an exaggerated 'they're asleep.'
he raised his hands in surrender. "alright, alright. i'll leave you two be. don't have too much fun. you still gotta dip in, like, fourty minutes."
sevika 7:38 pm filthy.
she wore a cropped blouse, sleeveless and lacy. it was lower cut than normal, and the gold chain adorned her chest like a charm. her slacks were pleated and cinched with a leather belt with a large gold buckle in the middle, patent leather loafers, and a slim fitting blazer rolled at the sleeves to expose the chunky watch and many rings she wore almost daily. her thick frame was accentuated beneath her clothes, and there you were, sitting pretty and grasping her arm - tiny dress barely covering the tops of your thighs, heels and painted nails, a jeweled necklace hanging from your neck with the letter “S” on it. on your arms sat prada, gucci, and louis vuitton bags - a few passerbys watched as you walked down the mall walkways. rich women, holding their husband’s hands with giant diamonds sitting on their ring fingers. bodies clad in alexander mcqueen and versace. this is how you spent your saturdays, on her arm doing your weekly shopping. her scent was intoxicating, a musky hint of smoke and ginger perfume. of all the beautiful women it was you on her arm, and the priveledge made you smile at the thought. your feet stall at the entrance of your favorite body care store, sevika’s brow raising as your eyes lit up at the sight.
“five minutes.” she cuts her eyes at you for a moment before letting you drag her in. the store smells richly of organic goods, sweet perfumes, and floral musks. nearly every product was to die for and you pulled sevika by the hand to nearly every corner of the shop. “how do you like this?” you ask, holding up a small black jar of a sweet salve. she leans down a bit, brow quirking, she hums in response and you know it’s been over 5 minutes but the soft spot you knew existed in sevika made it difficult for her to say no to you. you shrug off the side eyes and curious glances your way, instead staying close to sevika’s side as you gather a basketful of goodies. as you were checking out sevika hands over a gourmet slice of soap - leaning into your ear with a grip on your waist. “for when we get home.”
you get injured
summary: arcane characters reacting to you getting hurt
pairing(s): jinx x reader | silco x reader | viktor x reader | ekko x reader
warnings: mention of injury + blood, cursing
when coming back from a supply run, you had an incident with the firelights and had gotten injured.
you sighed as you held your side, red staining both your shirt and your hand
you mumbled curses to yourself as you pushed open the metal door as you slowly walked into jinx's hideout
jinx was humming to herself as she was reading a magazine and blasted her music.
The second that her eyes drifted over to you, her head shot up and she dropped her magazine. "Y/n!" She said as she stood up and rushed to your side. "Wha-what happened?!" She asked frantically as she laid her hands on your injured side.
"I'm okay jinx, really." You tried to reassure her but you could see the worry in her eyes as she laid her other hand on the side of you face. "I just need to get this cleaned up, okay?" You told her as she nodded quickly.
You winced as you pressed a cotton ball with alcohol on it to your side. You sat on the couch in jinx's hideout as you cleaned up your wound. Jinx sat on the floor next to you, with her forehead pressed to her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. She felt guilty for letting you get hurt and put the blame on herself.
"jinx, honey" you moved over on the couch to sit on the sofa behind jinx. You liad your hand on her back as she kept her head in her knees. "I should've been with you." Jinx breathed out as she held her head up by her hand. "I already told you I'm fine." You said as you kneeled down next to jinx on the floor. "None of this was your fault." You reassured her as you held her cheek in your hand and wiped her cheek with your thumb. She sniffles as she smiles at you as you pressed your forehead against hers.
"Next time I'm going with you." She states as you chuckle.
you winced as silco helped stich up your wounded shoulder. You sat on his lap while both of you were in his office.
"You have to be more careful next time, darling." He advised as he pressed harshly against your shoulder.
You chuckled as he looked sternly up at you, clearly not joking. "So I was bit clumsy, but I'm fine." You tried to reassure him with a stupid smile. Your mood quickly changed as he pulled tightly on the cord he was stiching on your wound and cuts the end of it. "Clumsy?" He says as he sets down the needle and thread. "What happens next time when you're clumsy? Hm?" He asks as he holds your face between his fingers gently.
He sighed as he let go of your face and pressed his head to the back of his chair as he stared at the ceiling. "Next time you're out you'll run and trip on your own knife." He closed his eyes with his head up. You chuckled as you moved your legs so that they were on either side of his legs. "Luckily enough for you, I'm not that much of an idiot." You joked as you finally saw a hint of a smile on his face as he opened his eyes to look at you.
He moved his hands from his lap and onto your thighs as he sighed. "I'll be more careful next time, I promise." You reassured him as he kept his gaze on you. "Good." He breathed out as he reached his hand behind your neck and pulled his head up to press his lips against yours.
one day, you were running late for work at the academy and as you were running up a flight of stairs you had tripped and fell down a couple steps. Luckily nothing was broken but your legs were scratched up and even started bleeding a bit.
without even thinking, you had slowly walked into viktor's lab and tried to start your work.
Once viktor had saw you, he was immediately worried. "Y/n! What happened to your legs?!" He asked anxiously as he saw blood coming through your pants and he tried to quickly walk over to you. "Oh, I'm okay I just tripped." You tried to laugh it off but viktor was obviously still worried for you.
"Your legs need to be cleaned up before we do anything." He stated.
Even though you tried to protest, viktor told you to sit on the couch and roll up your pant legs and he saw multiple cuts on your legs. "All this because you didn't want to be late?" He chuckled as he prepared some medical supplies. "I guess I could've been a bit more careful." You said as he looked up at you with a smile.
You winced as he pressed alcohol to one of your cuts. "Sorry." He whispered as his eyebrows furrowed together.
He finished cleaning up your cuts by putting some bandages on your legs. "Thank you very much viktor." You smiled as you pecked him on the cheek, slowly watching his face turn red as he nervously chuckled. "Maybe next time you could walk with me, you definitely won't trip then." He said jokingly as you laughed in response.
you were riding around on your hoverboard when patrolling for the firefights when you had a malfunction in your hoverboard and fell a couple stories onto concrete and ended up breaking your arm.
Ekko saw you and immediately flew down to be by your side. "Holy shit y/n, are you okay?" He asked, his mask making his voice sound deeper and more robotic. "Shit, it hurts. I-I think it's broken." You told him, feeling tears well up in your eyes from the pain. "You can't fly anymore, we're going to have to walk back to camp, it's not so far." He said as he helped you stand up. You kept your arm close to your body as Ekko had his arms around your body as he walked you bac to the hideout.
As you made your way back to the hideout, ekko had immediately called for a medic who told you that your arm was broken and they had to apply a cast.
You were sitting on a couch with ekko standing up and looking down at the firelights, both of you had taken your masks off to see each other. "The medic said I wouldn't be able to take this off for another 8 weeks or so." You explained as ekko hummed as he turned away. "I'm sorry I'll be out of the fight for so long." You said as he turned back around to face you. "You shouldn't be apologizing, you didn't mean to fall like that." He said. "I should've had that board checked anyway." Ekko said as his eyebrows furrowed closely together, almost feeling angry to himself.
"On the bright side-" You started, trying to change the subject. "- You get to sign my cast." You stood up and walked over to him, holding a marker that you had picked up from the table across from the couch. He scoffed as he looked down at your cast and back up at you. "You're not taking this seriously are you?" He rhetorically asked as you gave him a sly grin. "Well, what else am I supposed to do? Cry about it all the time?" You joke as he shakes his head with a smile.
He reluctantly grabs the marker from your fingers and takes off the cap. He holds onto your cast as he shakily writes his name onto your cast. "Could've been a bit neater." You joked as his scoffed at you. He laid his hand on your waist and pulled you close to him. "You're really looking for trouble today, aren't you?" He spoke with a sly grin. You chuckled as you looked into his eyes. "Well, you've gotta make light of the situation, right?" You smile as he leaned forward to press his lips against your own, smiling into the kiss.
How Arcane Characters Flirt
A/N: Hi, so, I know it’s been awhile. Sorry for not posting, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write between assignments and having to cope with life in general, y’know? Anyway, I hope these make up for my absence! lmao
- You’d think he’d be kinda bad at flirting but surprisingly, he’s pretty good at it
- Loves playful banter and teasing
- Lots of sass
- If you quip back at him with something witty, he just about proposes on the spot
- Gets kinda flustered when you flirt back but recovers quickly and matches your energy
- Knows how to fluster you and takes full advantage of it
-You have his undivided attention whenever you’re speaking
- Jayce and whatever he has to say can wait, he’s listening to you ramble about your favourite book right now
- Asks questions so you know he’s interested
- Does a little bit of research about your favourite things whenever he has free time so that he can better contribute to the conversation next time
- He’s a little lost but has some idea of how to flirt
- Tons upon tons of compliments
- Compliments your outfit, hair, eyes, etc.
- Talks your ear off about anything and everything
- Brags a little bit about his accomplishments to impress you
- Nothing over the top. Just casually mentions something he’s done every so often when the opportunity arises
- Makes you coffee every time you come visit the lab
- It’s become such a habit that he has it ready for you by the time you get there
- Good god
- Okay, so you’d think he’d be pretty good at flirting, right?
- W r o n g
- When he genuinely likes someone, he clams up completely
- The man is emotionally constipated and has no clue how to flirt with you
- He’ll compliment your outfit every so often but he’s kinda stiff and awkward while doing it
- Lowkey endearing tbh
- (Dw, though, he gets a lot better at it as your relationship progresses)
- Another one that will listen to you talk about anything
- You know he likes you when you’re talking about something you like and he actually takes the time to listen and takes an interest in it
- Holy shit she’s such a flirt
- Compliments and flirty jokes all the time
- So smooth about it too
- You could slip and fall off of a building and she’d make some cheesy pick up line about you falling for her after she catches you
-Gets so flustered when you flirt back
- Goes beet red
- Finds a nickname that suits you and calls you by it 24/7
- She flirts with you all the time
- Jokes and pokes fun at you a little
- VERY careful to never makes fun of anything that actually bothers you, though
-It’s all in good fun
- She finds any excuse to touch you as long as you’re good with touch
- does anything that can be played off as platonic affection
- She’ll grab your hand and just fiddle with your fingers while you’re talking or maybe lean her head on your shoulder.
- SO smooth
- Compliments out the wazoo
- Always makes a point to compliment something about you whenever you talk to her
- She’ll buy you little things every so often just because they reminded her of you
- Paints you small pictures of things she knows you like
- Always stops to talk to you whenever she spots you in the halls
he is living in my head rent free
at this point this account has became Viktor's fan account I guess💀👍
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ekko x mischievous reader is my lifeline
what made them fall for you
characters -> vi, jinx, ekko, viktor, sevika
genre -> fluff, maybe a tad suggestive
- your gentleness ::: everyone in her life is just so brash and fucking wild and just pure chaos, so when she sees you giving people small smiles and waving at the kids skipping past as you stroll through zaun, her heart thumps and she knows she has to make you blush at least once.
“hey, i noticed you and, uh, wanted to introduce myself.”
you look up from the market stall you stood up, coming face to face with a pink-haired girl, around your age, but slightly taller.
“hi, i’m y/n- you are?” you stuck our hand in greeting, a soft smile adorning your features.
her heart thumped - you wanted to shake her hand? that was… unheard of in the undercity if you were talking to a stranger - i mean, they could have a weapon, right? but you trusted her right off the bat. vi rushed to slide her hands out of her pockets and grasp your open palm eagerly.
“vi- vi. yeah, vi. it’s really nice to meet you.”
- your voice ::: she spends most of her time talking, and it takes a firm voice to actually cut through the sound of her rambling to make her stop. she hears you once, when she’s out with silco, and you’re talking to someone- a kid- you’re… scolding them? and then you hug them? but just the sound of you sharply stopping your sibling from doing something dangerous makes jinx stop in her tracks. silco gave her an odd look, but thought nothing of it and she traipsed off to watch you shift your sibling on your hip and sway away, lightly scolding them as you went.
“and then i was tinkering with this new metal cylinder i found in sevika’s room, and i attached it to the outside of-”
“what were you thinking!”
jinx blinked. that tone made her heart stop - it sounded so much like… no, she refused to think about her sister. but she did stop talking, and she ignored silco’s quick glance of confusion.
“you could have got yourself hurt, you idiot! what even are you doing around here?!” you dropped to your knees, grasping your sibling by their shoulders and looking at their wide eyes. with a sigh, you let go and massaged your temple as they stuttered out excuses.
a certain blue haired girl rounded the corner, and leant against the alley’s wall, watching the exchange quietly.
“i’m… i’m serious… tell me next time? i need to know where you are in case something goes wrong,” you spoke shakily. you weren’t really mad… just worried.
“now come on,” you hoisted your sibling up with a huff, and rested then on your hip, turning and jumping at the sight of jinx.
“oh- sorry- i wasn’t like watching you guys, i just heard you and wanted to see if you were okay and-”
“it’s okay- i’m y/n.”
- your cheeky smile ::: ekko has responsibilities, he’s serious and ‘uptight’, so there is nothing he loves more than going to the firelight’s workshop and seeing your cheeky smile greet him with a bump to his hip as you pass. just something about the mischief in your eyes as you go to annoy your fellow cohorts - the pure joy you emit it gorgeous to him.
“-and that would be them right now- vi, meet y/n.”
with a smile, you rushed up to ekko, bumping hips as you pass him and leap over your ‘desk’. a couple seconds of you ducking and diving around piles of papers and metal, and you manage to find the screwdriver you needed.
“lovely- by the way, i love you hair! and ekko? you smell,” you chimed, walking back to the massive idea you’d been formulating all day. ekko rolled his eyes at the grin you flashed him, and ‘vi’ thanked you.
they moved to leave, ekko grumbling at you while he went. without turning around, you giggled and yelled after him,
“you know you love me!”
his face grew hot, and he turned to glare at you, face falling when he noticed your wiggling eyebrows and smothered giggles.
- your curiosity ::: no one has taken much interest in viktor’s work the way you do, which is the least he expects for a council member such as yourself: most of them just nod along as jaycee outlined the basis of hextech- but you? you sit happily with your hands in your lap, legs swinging on viktor’s desk and actively urging him to carry on explaining.
“go on,” you urged, fingers gripping the edge of viktor’s desk in anticipation. everything the scientist said had you hung on his every word like it was your life line- and you didn’t mind. you thought viktor’s voice was lovely to listen to, and hextech was brilliant in your eyes.
viktor sucked in a breath and snuck a glance at you, a blush settling on his cheeks as he searched your wide, pretty eyes.
“uh… are you sure you’re interested by this?”
your smile dropped, and a serious expression crossed your face, and suddenly you were holding up… three fingers, like scout’s honour?
“i swear, viktor, there is nothing i want more right now than for you to explain every single thing in this lab to me.”
“well then… that, i will do.”
- your attitude ::: literally no one has the balls to stand up to sevika, and for a good fucking reason she is terrifying (but like hot) and had a robotic arm that could literally throw you across the street. so no one says anything when she shoves past you in the last drop. except you. and all sevika can remember from you spinning her around with surprising strength and yanking her down by her collar is that she needs to kiss you.
a hard shoulder made contact with your body and shoved you back, a thick wall of muscle moving through the sea of people like an unstoppable force.
an unstoppable force that had clearly never met the fiery attitude of yourself, however.
your friend nervously stepped back, watching your snarl and charge after the tall woman with fury in each stomp you took.
eventually, onlookers became silent and watched in awe as you took the metal shoulder in your hand and pulled.
without a thought for your safety, your other hand reached up to yank down the collar of sevika’s shirt so her nose almost bumped against yours.
“you know, it’s not very fucking polite to shove past people without apologising,” you spat, brows furrowing.
sevika stopped for a second- her initial reaction was to literally just kill you, but when she got a look at you, and that fire in your eyes, and the upturned snarl of your lips, and the way the lady drop’s light danced across your skin… she smirked.
jesus that made you even more mad, and you went on. and on. just screaming in sevika’s face. and she stood there for a few seconds, before straightening up and gripping your wrist, making you fall silent- if only she could smash her lips against yours in that moment…
“do you know i am?”
her heart thumped and a wolfish grin grew on her face.
“how about you let me buy you a pint?”
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arcane characters meeting their topsider soulmate !
includes ; viktor , jayce , ekko , silco ! from this request.
notes ; i apologise i’m absolutely dreadful at writing soulmate aus, so i went simple with the first words tattooed on wrist prompt :] i’m on mobile rn so cant add the read more option oopsie
; viktor !
+ poor, sweet viktor.
+ he never believed that he would find his soulmate in piltover, seeing as his roots lay in the zaunite lanes, so with time he grew to ignore the words tattooed eternally on his wrist, although occasionally he would catch himself tracing over the words, thinking: what if?
+ “not one for the spotlight?” — what was that even supposed to mean? he had questioned the words over and over in his head, but never came to a definitive conclusion. it could be anyone. was it with malicious intent? inquisitive? comedic? the man hadn’t the faintest idea.
+ you, a daughter of close friends of house talis, were given special permission to be in the stage wings for the best view of jayce’s progress day speech. you had heard jayce’s rambles about the hexcore, and all about this viktor without ever having actually met him. the pair were practically inseparable and shared a brotherly bond, but internally you wondered whether jayce was fit to take all the credit for the hexcore.
+ you often found yourself staring absentmindedly at your own words on your wrist. so simple, barely 5 words. “never have been.” you were given little to work with, so had put off the idea of finding your soulmate for a while - but there was always that little sliver of hope in your belly.
+ as the time came around, the lights shone down on jayce stood centre stage, what seemed like all of piltover erupting into a cheer as he dazzled the crowds with his charisma. in the process of applauding your friend, another figure caught your eye from the side where you were stood. scanning over him, you recognised him as jayce’s partner by his cane and leg brace. must be viktor, you thought.
+ mustering up the courage, you approached him from where he admired his friend on stage. “not one for the spotlight?” you chuckled, coming up behind him. he visibly stiffened, before turning to look at you with an almost stunned expression. he swallowed thickly, all rational thought coming to a halt. is this really happening? after all this time, his soulmate was this close to him?
+ viktor cleared his throat, turning to make eye contact with you. a half smile graced his features as he rolled up his sleeve tentatively, holding it out for you to see, and letting out a soft chuckle at your starstruck expression. “never have been.”
; jayce !
+ as an academy student, jayce had pondered over the curious ink on his wrist more often than he would like to admit. he’d spend sleepless nights running his fingers over the words, head filled with a thousand thoughts as to who they could be.
+ but alas, the duty of being a counsellor eventually took over the life of the young man. he rarely paid attention to the tattoo anymore, his suit sleeves covering it the majority of the time. only the occasional glance would be directed towards the message: “it was bound to happen at some point.”
+ working as a higher-up medic for the enforcer army, you would always steal moments away from treating the soldiers to trace your fingers over the ink on your wrist. you were well respected amongst the enforcers and the citizens of piltover, more for your stern yet caring approach to your work, but your firm heart was always made to melt upon imagining the meeting with your soulmate.
+ following the incident in the undercity, you ended up with more work on your hands than usual when none other than counsellor talis wound up in the ward, amongst various other soldiers harmed by the fight against silco’s shimmer beasts. after seeing the other enforcers off, you turned to treat jayce. he was sat with his head hanging in between his knees, facing away from you.
+ you were aware of the death of a young zaunite boy during the conflict, and could only guess that jayce was feeling the guilt from it. sighing softly, you gathered some warm water and a rag to clean up the cuts on his face. pulling up a stool, you placed your hands under his chin to tilt his head up so you could treat him better. his eyes were filled with a deep grief you had seen in many enforcers coming from conflicts with casualties.
+ “it was bound to happen at some point, counsellor.” you muttered, offering a small smile to the man. he huffed softly. “i didn’t expect it to hurt like this.”
+ you stiffened, the hold on the damp towel loosening. you had heard those words all too well repeated to yourself mindlessly before. the rag dropped into jayce’s lap, and as you both reached to grab it at the same time, he spotted the words inscribed on your wrist and faltered, realising the words you had spoken to him before were painstakingly familiar to him.
+ you didn’t need to ask to know what jayce was thinking. despite the heavy atmosphere previously, he let out a breathy laugh, taking your wrist into his hand and running his own fingers over your words, before reaching to unbutton his sleeve to show the words you had uttered to him before.
+ “well, this is a surprise.” you chuckled, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “a pleasant one, i hope?” he responded, not letting go of your wrist. “how could i say no, counsellor?” “it’s jayce to you, now.”
; ekko !
+ our firelight king <3 im so biased help
+ similar to viktor, ekko would spend an unhealthy amount of time questioning the words written on his wrist. “does this belong to you?”, inscribed in little neat letters across his skin. as someone who endured the rough times in the lanes, the idea of a soulmate was a little light in the darkness of zaun life.
+ what ekko didn’t expect was that this soulmate was someone from topside. however, the sentence “didn’t think a piltie would dare touch one of those” left little to your imagination, and you figured it might not be best to think about those words until the time came.
+ and so, one fateful morn had the strings of fate pulling you together, although not in the ways you both might expect. having pilfered some goods from a store topside, a handful of firelights had entered into a scuffle with enforcers not far from the bridge between zaun and piltover. despite the majority coming out unscathed, scar had suffered a sharp blow to the back of his knee and thus making him struggle to walk.
+ you had always been curious of the so-called firelights. as an aspiring researcher yourself, the small creatures were fascinating to analyse - but the humans who named themselves after the insects were even more so. as you ventured out in the early morning to collect some weather data, you had stumbled across an abandoned hoverboard, which you had picked up to look into on return. not far away stood a trio of firelights by the bridge.
+ the tallest was visibly injured, being slung along by another. he had clear vastayan elements in his identity, judging by his bat-like features. interesting, you thought. the next-tallest was in the process of ushering the two, both carrying similar hoverboards to the one you had found, out of the piltover territory and across the bridge, and you heard the words “i’ll be back soon. i gotta find it.” slip.
+ signing internally, you knew that what you had discovered before also belonged to the firelight. as the other two headed off leaving him alone and pinching the bridge of his nose in thought, all rational thought flew out the window as you approached him with the hoverboard in hand.
+ glancing towards you, ekko’s eyes visibly lit up upon seeing the object in your hands. clearing your throat, you inquired “does this belong to you?”
+ ekko let out a huff of relief, moving closer to you. your humble expression and genuine interest let him know that hopefully you meant no harm. “didn’t think a piltie would dare touch one of those.” he scoffed.
+ on hearing his words your breath hitched, and you scrambled to pull your sleeve up to reveal those fateful words. “hold on, before i give this back,” you stuttered, “what does your wrist say? i mean, not that it means anything deep heh, i just— what does—“ “i figured as much.” he replied, moving to take the hoverboard from your grasp, but not without letting his fingers brush against yours ever so softly.
+ you were speechless. your stunned expression made the man chuckle as he turned, giving you a half wave. “wait! you’re just going to leave?! will i… will we meet again?” you called out to him. he looked back over his shoulder, eyes glinting mischievously.
+ “depends, how many stores are there to rob up here, piltie?”
; silco !
+ now, silco was and always has been a denier of the idea of soulmates. how could two people’s fates be intertwined so intricately through something so simple as words? it was absurd. the words on his wrist ended up being forgotten and covered by a watch silco wore. much more worth his time, according to him.
+ that was, until his beloved jinx had strayed too far away from the pack on a mission topside and ended up injured and alone on the streets of piltover.
+ you had always sympathised with the people from the undercity. despite coming from a privileged background, a top-tier education, and benefitting from the bountiful lifestyle of piltover, you were always unconventionally generous to those from the undercity, and you firmly believed that they were as worth as much as someone from topside. alas, you fully understood the hatred that zaunites harboured towards topsiders, and thus accepted that your soulmate could only be from piltover.
+ the day you stumbled upon the blue-haired girl bleeding in a side alley, you immediately recognised her as a citizen of zaun. the gaunt features and sickly pallor were a telltale sign. you took jinx back to your home on the outskirts of piltover, near the bridge to the undercity. having explained to her that no, you weren’t going to feed her to the enforcers and yes, you were fully prepared to face silco’s wrath lest you hurt her, she finally allowed you to patch her wounds.
+ the girl insisted that you take her back across the bridge, claiming that she had to give you proper thanks for helping her. you escorted her back over as promised, two hooded figures sauntering towards the undercity, before jinx insisted that she introduce you to a friend. “hold on, i gotta go get someone real quick. he’s gonna love ya! don’t go disappearin’ on me now, piltie! just wait a couple mins!”
+ after a short wait she returned, dragging a man along with her. she introduced you as “the lady who patched me all up n protected her from the bastard enforcers”,and you discovered the man with her was named silco. he nodded respectfully at you, a sign of gratitude, before clearing his throat. “miss, you have zaun’s deepest thanks.” he said, voice smooth as wine. “it was no trouble at all, really.” you replied as silco turned, before your neutral expression faltered, a look of shock overtaking it. it couldn’t possibly be—
+ “wait! could you…” your voice trailed off, catching the man off guard, the corners of his lips turning up. “could you… show me your wrist, please?” you asked. he scoffed quietly, and you didn’t miss the subtle eye roll. “if you were truly thankful, silco.”
+ taken aback by your newfound confidence, he obliged by rolling up his sleeve, revealing the words you had first spoken to him. now it was his turn to be shocked, and you didn’t miss the glint in his untainted eye. silco offered you his hand, before turning to head back into the depths of the undercity. “how about we discuss this… phenomenon in a more private environment, hmm?”
— arcane requests are open! <3
hot things the Arcane characters do
feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Sevika, Ekko
warnings: suggestive, some nsfw mentions
For some reason, VIKTOR simply loves to tease you. An amused smirk curls his lips upwards as you scoff, slightly embarrassed, after a mocking comment he made about you. He enjoys responding to you with rhetorical questions and taunts you with sentences like “Oh? What are you going to do about it, dear?” and “Ah, is that so? Prove it then”. You can't help but blush every single time.
While Viktor himself is quite intense, his gaze is even more so. It doesn't matter if you're sat directly in front of him or if you're across the room — the second your eyes meet, you're unable to look away. The heated eye contact has you squirming in your seat, a whimper nearly escaping your lips.
What gets you wet almost immediately, however, is the way he often rolls his sleeves up for practical reasons. The sight has you rubbing your thighs together subconsciously and you can only hope that Viktor doesn't notice the way you're staring.
“Correct me if I'm mistaken, dear, but I was under the impression that openly staring at someone was considered impolite. Ah, look at you, blushing this adorably — hm? Whatever do you mean, I should stop teasing you? Make me then.”
JAYCE doesn't see any harm in expressing affection through physical contact, which is why it has become a habit of him to suddenly hug you from behind, strong arms wrapping around your body as his large frame towers over yours. His head is either resting on yours or, if he bends down a little and therefore unintentionally draws more attention to your height difference, laying on your shoulder, his warm breath against your neck making you tremble.
The sight of him loosening his tie with one hand has you staring unashamedly — well, or perhaps you're a little embarrassed, but there's no reason for him to look this good while doing it, with his head tilted back and his eyes closed.
Another thing that makes Jayce unfairly attractive is that he insists on carrying heavy bags and pushing doors open for you. The gestures are caring and gentlemanly in the best way — and that you get to watch his muscles flex whenever he takes a heavy box out of your hands is an added bonus.
“Oh, let me take that for you, babe. Don't want you hurting yourself, do we now? Oh, by the way, you look really pretty today.”
You're not sure why, but the way SILCO sits in his office chair, all calculated calmness, and talks to his subordinates in a stern tone has you squeezing your thighs together more often than once. The way some of his goons are shaking in their boots, despite him not lifting a finger to threaten them, is just so effortlessly dominant that you're fighting the urge to drop to your knees right then and there.
Him smoking those cigars is a similar story — he simply looks unfairly handsome, pretty even, whenever he tilts his head back to breath out circles of smoke.
Each time his voice drops a few octaves lower, you can't help but tremble visibly, because, god, that tone just does something to you. Silco notices, because of course he does, and his condescending smirk has you whimpering.
“Are you quite alright there, dear? I tend to forget you're not used to the way I occasionally need to talk to my subordinates yet. Ah—, even though it doesn't seem like you minded it particularly much. Don't tell me this actually got you wet.”
VANDER isn't trying to be hot when he wraps an arm around your waist while you're walking next to him, it simply feels natural for him to pull you close with his hand resting loosely on your hip, occasionally squeezing it a little.
Similarly, it's not on purpose that he randomly decides to praise you with a warm smile, even if it's only for something insignificant you've done. The words send a wave of arousal down your spine nonetheless.
If you're ever in any kind of dangerous situation, Vander is quick to shield your body with his own — which isn't difficult, given how much bigger he is than you. It shouldn't turn you on, it really shouldn't, but it's just so obvious how much he cares about you that your chest suddenly feels too tight.
“Ah, darl, I noticed you already cleaned up for me. Thank you, appreciate it. You're always such a good girl for me, can't believe I got this lucky.”
Whether it's done subconsciously or on purpose, VI often flexes her arms a little, giving you a golden opportunity to see just how good her muscles look in this lighting. The sight has your cheeks flushing red, and if Vi notices why you're embarrassed, she only chuckles.
Ever one to tease, she likes to gently tilt your chin up to meet her gaze with her fingers, a smirk on her lips as you swallow visibly. The tension is thick enough to cut through, though Vi backs away a moment later, quietly laughing to herself.
Another thing she likes to do is wipe the sweat off her face with the shirt she's wearing, especially after she just finished working out, and the glimpse you get of her abs is simply heavenly.
“Hey, doll, ya should gawk at me a little less obviously. I was worried you're gonna start drooling.”
JINX often has some residue of paint or soot on her face and, once you tell her just that, she uses the back of her hand to wipe it off, which usually only results in it smudging more. You're unsure why, but the sight of her looking all messy, perhaps with bright colours on random spots of her hands and face, has you absolutely enamoured with her, your cheeks feeling hot. She often raises an eyebrow when you point the paint out, and a second later, you're covered in the same colours.
Since she enjoys messing with you, she likes to randomly appear behind you and whisper into your ear — no matter if it's a teasing pet name or something truly dirty, you flinch and tremble every time. Her warm breath against your ear is entirely enough to do that.
After sitting bent over a new invention for hours, Jinx likes to stretch excessively, her arms raised above her head and back bent until you're able to see her hip bones peak out from beneath her trousers. You can't help it as not entirely pure thoughts pop up in your head.
“Hey, sugar, wanna make out? Oops, did I scare you? Didn't mean to. Or, well, maybe I did. Whatever. Come on, entertain me, I'm growing bored over here.”
SEVIKA's whole aura has you willing to drop to your knees in an instant; the way she carries herself is simply oozing confidence and dominance. You immediately feel safe when you're with her because, honestly, who'd willingly dare to go up against Sevika?
She also makes you sit on her lap a lot, even in public, and, god, the action has your cheeks flushing red, especially when the guys she's currently playing cards against stare at you with curiosity. One of Sevika's hands rests on your hip, occasionally moving down to squeeze your upper thigh, and you can only hope no one notices the way you're grinding your hips against hers.
Whenever Sevika pins you to a wall, her face close to yours and a teasing smirk on her lips, your knees suddenly feel a lot weaker than a moment ago.
“Damn, you're blushing. What, are you embarrassed? Why? 'cause of these guys? They're only staring because they too want a piece of you.”
EKKO likes to sit with his arms crossed behind his head, and you're honestly not sure if he knows just how much the position shows his toned biceps off, but by the way your eyes are basically glued to his arms, he has to be aware of what he's doing.
He's pretty protective of you, given how he couldn't possibly bear to lose you, and your cheeks flush a little every time he steps in front of you and defends you against a stranger, no matter if the conflict is a verbal or a physical one.
Another thing that leaves you gasping for breath whenever he does is the way he often pushes his hair back with one hand, his eyes closing, lashes fluttering against his cheeks, and his head tilted back to reveal the expanse of his throat. It's so effortlessly attractive that you can't help but gawk at him.
“Hey, babe, what's happening here? This guy bothering you? I'll take care of it, don't worry. Go ahead already, yeah? I'll catch up to you.”
notes: viktor with rolled up sleeves viktor with rolled up sleeves i repeat viktor with ro
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𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ❥
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 : 𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑟, 𝑉𝑖, 𝐶𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑦𝑛, 𝐽𝑎𝑦𝑐𝑒, 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑐𝑜, 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐽𝑖𝑛𝑥, 𝐸𝑘𝑘𝑜
𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 : 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒/𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒/𝑛𝑏
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓
•if you manage to make him leave the lab you win everything
•he will even appreciate if you help him lay down on the bed , it’s not that he doesn’t know how to do it i mean he is an independent man himself, it’s just that he appreciate those little thing you do for him
•i believe he would love to be held in your arms while you play with his air and tell sweet nothings to him
•if he actually has trouble sleeping he would tell you about what he’s working on , even if you don’t understand what he’s talking about, he’s happy that you like hearing what he likes
•if it’s you that have trouble sleeping he would love to listen to what is bothering you, he also gives good advices and he’s always there for you if you want to talk about everything
•he knows that he lacks when it comes to spend time with you but he wants you to know that he loves you so much , you are so important to him
•i also like to think that he loves kissing your forehead when you fall asleep before him
•even if he likes kissing your forehead whenever you do something good or you do something successfully, he even praises you : “𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙟𝙤𝙗 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡“ and then gives you a kiss on the forehead
•she looves to hold you in her arms , big spoon energy no doubt
•Vi finds comfort having you in her arms, with her past and what she’s been trough, she just doesn’t want to repeat what happened with you
•her favorite cuddling position is when you two are laying down by your side and she holds you from behind or your face is in her neck, either way she loves both
•if she can’t sleep she would find comfort just by hugging you really close to her, just tell her that you’ll be there with her now and forever and she will just melt
•if it’s you that can’t sleep it doesn’t matter how much she’s tired, she will stand up and get you something like a glass of milk/water
•when you finish it, she would ask you if you are a bit more sleepy while she caresses your cheek, if you are she would wrap her arms around you while you two lay on the bed
•all in all she’s just so grateful to have you and she tries to show you how much you mean to her by flirting a little with you or being your comfort zone when you need her
•i don’t think there will be a lot of nights where the two of you are together, for a reason or another he’s always busy and he has business to take care of
•but if it happens to be one of those nights where he can be with you , oh man be prepared to not leave the bed anymore
•he loves you so much though he has some issues when it comes to dimostrate it but don’t worry he’ll let you know how much he loves you by letting you see him in his vulnerable state
•he loves when you put your head on his chest while he gently caresses your hair and whispers loving words to you
•if he can’t sleep he wouldn’t ask for your help but if you insist that you want to help him , he would just take your hand and led you to your balcony
•the air of the night calms him down and he’s even more calmer if you are beside him holding his hand
•if you can’t sleep he would prefer if you ask him and only him to help you go to sleep, but anyway, he would took you in his arms and gently hum you to sleep
•the same method he used to calm down jinx when she had nightmares but instead of humming you a childish lullaby he would hum you a loving song
•his hugs are just something else , really, he gives the best hug in all the undercity and probably all piltover too
•he loves when you sleep on him and he wraps his arms around your waist as to protect you but at the same time he wants to comforts you
•before actually falling asleep, look into his eyes, give him a loving little kiss on the cheek and tell him that everything is going to be ok and that he does so much for the people of zaun and he would be so relieved, really you just make his dreams better
•if he can’t sleep he would talk to you while you are sleeping, he knows you can’t hear him, but telling you how much he’s lucky to have you just makes him feel at peace
•if it’s you that has trouble sleeping he would get up from the bed looking for you and when he founds you stroking the children’s hair as you slowly start to drift off to sleep , he can’t help but smile and prey that for any reason somebody takes you away from him
•likes to sleep while he has an arm around your waist to keep you close to him
•please kiss gently this giant baby’s face and he will e x p l o d e with happiness
•he doesn’t like to wake up early but he has to because of his assignment of protecting the people he lives with
•if he can’t sleep , at first he would try to fall asleep by himself but when you hear him tossing around the matters you can’t help but giggle and help him
•he’ll fall asleep if you whisper to him your day or some stories, if you can sing , he’d love to hear you sing so gently to him
•if you can’t sleep he would try his best to make you a bit tired and he would try e v e r y t h i n g
•like hugging you and telling you about the little things that the place where you two live hides (like firelights ecc)
•he fell even more in love if you paint his face in the morning :)
•i believe he falls asleep a bit later than you , but on the rare occasions that he can’t sleep it’s because of the hextech or because viktor disappears
•he likes to sleep on his side while you two are facing each other and holding hands
•if he can’t sleep he wouldn’t want to wake you up although if you manage to wake up and help him get to sleep , he’d be so great full to you
•just let him tell you whatever is going in his mind while he gently lays his head on your lap
•he’d fall asleep after 5 minutes trust me
•if you have trouble sleeping he would understand and get up to give you a glass of milk
•would ask you if he can hold you for a bit , if you accept, he would wrap his arms around your waist and give you a kiss on your head
•ok so with her you have to be patient like a lot
•it’s hard for her to completely fall asleep with someone next to her, she’ll always be in allert
•but for you, she’ll try of course
•she likes when you two are facing each other and make a lot of funny faces together
•for moments like this she forgets about everything and everyone
•if she can’t sleep she would probably leave in the middle of the night to go somewhere in town, but if you tell her that you would like to help her she would hug you soo tight and thank you
•she just needs reassurance that you won’t leave her while you play with her hair
•if you can’t sleep she won’t know what to do so she offers you to go to the ceiling and look at the sky or town ( like her and Vi did in the past)
•so caring like gurl don’t worry about others but instead worry about you T-T
•also another character that goes to bed late , of course because of his investigation “job”
•she loves the fact that you support her and you believe in her , and she also notices the small things you do for her
•if she can’t sleep she would get up and go around the house trying to feel a little tired so of course when you heard footsteps in the other room and caitlyn isn’t with you, you suppose that she can’t sleep
•if she starts to work at the case she’s working on please pick her up and lead her to your bedroom miss gurl needs sleep
•if you actually do this she would blush a lot
•but when you trace circles in her back while her head is on your chest, you would start to feel a bit sleepy until she completely falls asleep
•if it’s you that are having trouble sleeping don’t worry she would help you in every way possible, by reassuring you if you have bad thoughts or you’re worried about something, or cook something if you are craving food , you name it
•she puts her entire heart in every single thing she does for you
Reader buys lingerie as a surprise but sees herself in the mirror, gets embarrassed, starts to take it off but they walk in and see her in it?
arcane + accidentally walking in on you wearing new lingerie
ft. Vander, Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Finn, Grayson, Marcus, Mel, Sevika, Chuck, & Howl
cw: suggestive themes, lingerie, fluff, fxf, fem!plus sized reader
Heat rises to his cheeks and blood runs South. He immediately closes the door behind him, hulking frame shadowing your smaller one. His eyes rake over your form and a smile forms across his face. Like he can read your body language perfectly, he cups your cheek with a single large hand. His fingertips brush along the pretty pale blue lingerie, thumb fiddling with the bow at the center of the brassiere.
"You look beautiful, darl. Always. Were you shy about wearing this? No reason to be, you look perfect."
A low whistle exits her lips before she even has the chance to process her horndog thoughts. She's circling you like you're her cute little prey. Vi hooks a knuckle around the loop of fuchsia lace, rubbing the material between her thumb and forefinger.
"This looks really pretty on ya, darl. Were you worried I wouldn't like it, why are you so upset? Hmm? I think it looks perfect on you--yeah, makes your body look great. I'm pretty freaking lucky."
Thinks she's looking at a treat, honestly. She's in awe of your beautiful and how the material clings to you. Caitlyn is able to recognize the brand immediately and smiles-- she also wears a similar kind.
"Are you nervous, love? Don't be. It looks wonderful on you. But if you are feeling uncomfortable, we can find something better suited for your form and comfort levels, hmm?"
Duo-colored eyes immediately widen and for a split-second you think you see a tint of pink covering his ears. He clears his throat, closing the bedroom door and quickly crosses the short distance from the door to where you stand fidgeting in front of the full-length mirror. Silco quickly takes note of how you fiddle with the red lacy fabric.
"My love, why are you so nervous? You look divine, that piece absolutely suits you. Though, if I may--" his lips curve over your ear. "I'd much rather see these on the bedroom floor."
Bounces on the balls of her feet around you, fingers fiddling with the bows that rest on the brassiere straps. You're wearing pink/blue cotton candy like top and bottoms. Her eyes are sparkling with love and admiration.
"New set, toots? Looks great! It'd look a lot better on the floor--kidding! Unless? Haha, you're so easy to fluster, firecracker! For real, it looks really good on you."
The grip on his cane tightens and a noticeable flush rises to his cheeks as well as yours. You'd just begun unclasping the back of your black lingerie set, the expanse of your back visible and shoulder strap slipping down off your shoulder to reveal a good handful of side boob.
"If I had known you were waiting for me at home like this I would have left much earlier, my dear. You look exquisite. It suits you well, would look wonderful with that new sheer shawl, no?"
Nearly has to hold onto the wall for dear life because he has to be dreaming right now. He feels a little dizzy, like he's been rocking back and forth on his feet for far too long and the ground is starting to tilt.
"Whoa... Amazing. You've always been beautiful but this soft orange color really does magic for your eyes. What would you call this? Salmon orange? Is that even a thing? Do you mean peach? Haha, okay, babe. My apologies, darling, you look wonderful."
He was looking for a spare culture tube and his favorite Erlenmeyer flask for a new test he was working on when he noticed you dressed in all of your finery, a lime green bra with matching bottoms and golden flowers accented within the semi-sheer fabric. You knew how much he enjoyed seeing you in gold, even if you felt nervous.
"Holy shit, babe! You look hot! Look at your tits! Oh, was that not the right thing to say? You're beautiful, of course! You wanna try to take it off? Why's that-- you look great! Though, I'm certainly not opposed if you want to be naked around me instead."
She had just dropped by home to pick up a book to enjoy on her lunch break. Grayson only entered the bedroom on the hunt for her book when she catches you in such a state. She notes your tenseness right away and chooses not to mention it, jumping right into a genuine compliment.
"Oh, goodness! I apologize, my love. I did not know you were getting undressed in here. Is that a new lingerie set? You look beautiful, my dear. As always, of course."
Whistles low from where she leans up against the door frame. She removes her toothpick from her mouth, dark eyes wandering up your exquisite frame wrapped in delicate purple lace.
"Don't you look like a special treat, doll." She smirks, toothpick toying with the edge of her lip as she slowly makes her way toward you with heavy footfalls of her boots. "Better get to unwrappin' then, hmm?"
Her instinct is to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear only to remember her hair is wrapped in her locs with golden accessories holding it upright. You look ethereal, like a goddess with your sheer golden lingerie. There's something refined about the way you stand, as though you're royalty.
"Every day that passes, I swear I'm that much closer to the angels and the afterlife. Your beauty is unparalleled. Life may never know of peace when a goddess walks among us mortals. Was that too corny? I quite liked it."
Look, man just wanted to get his lunch. He didn't know he was coming home to a full meal. He really didn't expect you to be dressed in such a pretty dark navy blue, like the midnight sky graced with thousands of stars, standing in front of the full length mirror.
"You look gorgeous, honey." He clears his throat. "This is a new set, yes? It looks really lovely, the color suits you well. Brings out your.. ehm, bountiful assets."
He needs to take a moment to collect his thoughts but he can't he can only focus on you and the beautiful powder blue lingerie you wear for his eyes and his alone. It matches his jacket, he realizes. And it takes everything in him, all of his strength, to not rip that set off your body and ravish you with every filthy fantasy he can concoct.
"Were you waiting long, my honey? Terribly sorry. You look lovely and as much desire as I have to see those particular items on the floor right now and have you beneath me--we must be leaving for our reservations soon. I am a man of my word."
Instantly swallows nervously, eyes wide with appreciation. He crosses over to you, taking your hands instantly to stop your incessant fretting. He'll admire how the green lingerie hugs your supple flesh. Thieram can hardly believe you'd go to the trouble for all of this for him. Well, for you, too.
"W-whoa.. This all for me? Wh-why are you trying to take it off? It looks beautiful, I really like it on you. Yeah-- I really do. Such a pretty color, compliments you very well. Ah, you want my help in taking it off-- you're sure? Okay then, anything for my girl."
Y/n: "Ya, I really like Jinx. She's so pretty."
Cait: "She's fucking pychotic?!"
Y/n: "So Pretty."
[y/n]: i want teddy grahams
vi: we're literally fuckin fighting someone right now
[y/n]: i want teddy grahams
jinx: hell yeah let's get teddy grahams
vi: we like actually can't right now
jinx: did i fucking stutter?
jinx: we're getting teddy grahams
Drunk confessions. 18+
Summery: a drunken night leads to some realizations and hurtful words, but you make it up to Vi.
Pairing: Vi x fem!reader.
Warnings: angst. Smut. Drinking. Oral and fingering, reader giving.
A/N: some more Vi for you.
It was any other day in Zaun. The thick night air causing a haze over everything. And because it was the weekend you and Vi had met up at her place to drink and relax from your normally busy weekdays.
But tonight something in her changed.
Not right of the bat. She was her normal self at first. Teasing you and making jokes. It was simple with her, there was no reason to keep up a shield. She had saved your ass too many times for you to count, and you trusted her. Most people you meet in Zaun have alternative motives, but Vi wasn’t like that.
She liked the comfort of having someone she could trust, and so did you. It was like a mutual agreement, you had each others back and kept it light hearted.
You were so used to her presence it was almost like you knew what she was about to say, but sometimes she surprised you. And the next words out of her mouth did exactly that.
“I love you,” she said with a laugh, bringing her drink up to her lips, but she stopped. Her eyes grew wide.
“What?” You meant to just think it, but the light buzz you had slowed the thinking part of you brain.
You cough, trying to save face as you thought of something else to say. Anything.
“I, uh, I mean you’re great to be around,” she said with a nervous laugh.
This wasn’t like her. She exudes confidence and composure, but that just went out the window.
And it wasn’t like you to shy away from answers when you wanted them. Especially not when you had alcohol in your system.
“You love me?” you asked, eyes glued to her.
Sure, you loved her. As a friend.
Wrong. And that realization hit you like a train. Suddenly and surprisingly. You forced yourself to push that thought aside. Love? For you? Not here and not now. Not after your last ‘lover.’
She forced out a laugh, “it’s not that serious.”
“Not that serious? You don’t take love seriously?” you questioned.
“You know that’s not what I mean. I’m not like-“
“Don’t say his name,” you said, cutting her off. Your voice was harsh, like a warning.
Her eyes finally met yours. A silent apology written on her face. But the thought of him just pissed you off. Or maybe it was the thought of love. That stupid, dangerous, pointless feeling. Either way, your mood just soured.
“Just because I opened up to you once while drunk doesn’t mean you know me.”
You didn’t mean it like you made it sound, you didn’t mean to be so rude. But it happened, and you didn’t feel like explaining yourself.
Her eyes moved away, like she was stuck in thought. She had set her drink down, and the hand that was holding it was now running down her face.
“I didn’t mean to bring him up,” she said after a long silent minute.
You snapped back, “but you did.”
Why were you being so mean? So resistant? So distant?
And then suddenly she wasn’t herself. Her eyes went cold, like she just put up layer after layer of walls.
You started to regret what you said after a few minutes went by. You wanted to apologize, maybe change the subject. Try to laugh it off if you thought that would work, but you knew it wouldn’t.
When you look at her she’s not there. Not mentally.
Her distant gaze brings up emotions in you you didn’t know you could feel anymore. It takes everything in you not to run over to her. Not to take her face in your hands. Not to kiss her hard and take her breath away.
Stop. What the hell where you thinking?
With a deep breath you calm your thoughts, thinking through the best way to play this out.
You care about her, you want her, you… love her? Like actually, whole heartedly loved her?
You hadn’t realized- hadn’t let yourself realize- you’d fallen for her. It felt like a blade through your heart once you realized, and it was scary.
Sure, you’ve been in love. But not like this. This wasn’t puppy love, it wasn’t playful and fun and temporary. And this wasn’t unrequited love, painful and scarring and heartbreaking. This was ferocious and needy and real. The woman in front of you was peeling back your layers, and all you could repay her with was resistance. You don’t want to resist anymore, you don’t want to fight it. You can’t fight it.
“Vi,” you said, breathy and nervous.
Is that it? Oh my god brain, please say something else.
Her eyes meet yours, but they don’t change. It’s like she’s looking through you. “Hmm?”
“Come back,” you practically begged.
“I’m right here.” She had no emotion behind her words, and it hurt. Not long ago she was laughing with you, making jokes and having a good time. But she brought up something you had pushed down so deep it hurt to bring to the surface, but that wasn’t her fault.
You shake your head, standing and walking over to sit beside her, “you know that’s not what I mean. Come back to me. Right here, right now.”
Her eyes changed in a way you couldn’t quite put a word to, but promptly went back to emotionless. She was scared to say the wrong thing.
You crawled into her lap to straddle her. A position you had been in a few times, either to patch up a cut on her face or when you could convince her to let you do her makeup. Your arms snaked around her neck, slowly. Slow enough that she could tell you to stop if she wanted to, but she didn’t.
You hadn’t realized how tense she was until she started to relax inside your arms. And once she relaxed you did too.
This felt right. Felt comfortable. It felt like home. It was a surprise you hadn’t felt it before, hadn’t let yourself feel it before. Or maybe you had felt it, you just didn’t realize that’s what this was.
“Vi,” you said against her neck. She shivered, giving you enough confidence to continue. “I love you too.”
She let out a happy sigh and wrapped her arms around your torso, pulling you closer to her.
“You don’t have to pity me,” she laughed, “I can take rejection.”
You kissed her neck in response, causing her head to fall back. She just gave you better access to leave a trail of kisses over her neck and that’s exactly what you did. You peppered kisses all over, and gently nibbled at her neck as you went.
Her hands went to your hips and tightly held on to you, like she was grounding herself. “Careful,” she said, “or you’re going to turn me on.”
You smiled as you lifted your head to look at her, “who says I don’t want to do that?”
Her hands quickly went from your hips to the back of your head before pulling you in for a kiss. A gentle and slow kiss at first, but Vi was hungry.
Soon you two were a mess, pulling at each other and trying to get closer. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to make her come, to make her legs shake and fill her with bliss.
You pulled away, meeting her needy eyes.
How had you not seen it before? Felt it? You loved her so deeply, and it scared you in a good way.
“I need you,” you breathed out.
She smiled, knowing what you meant. She nodded as you slowly made your way off of her and between her legs. She quickly pulled off her pants, and those were shortly followed by her panties.
You devoured her with your eyes, taking in the sight before you. She was already soaked and glistening, like a silent invitation.
You slowly dipped your head between her thighs, her taste overtaking your senses as you slowly licked up her slit.
She is heavenly.
You wanted her to use you, ride your face, to come undone all over you, but she didn’t make any moves to make you think she would. Her legs were starting to shake, and you didn’t know if it was anticipation or fear of letting go.
You slowed, giving gentle little licks before stopping completely and looking up at her. Her eyes were screwed shut tight, arms tense to her side. Was she scared?
“Vi, don’t hide yourself from me,” you said from between her thighs, “I want you.”
Her eyes blinked open, looking down at you, “you’re sure you know what you mean by that?”
You knew her, and she stopped hiding herself from you a long time ago. She was passionate and protective. And dominant.
You gave her a smirk, and nodded.
Her hand found a fistful of your hair, and you let her lead your head back between her thighs. Your tongue made quick work to circle her clit.
Her legs instinctively spread farther apart, giving you more access. You pushed yourself closer to her, feeling her wetness soak your chin.
Vi’s fist tightened its hold on your hair as you continued to circle your tongue around her clit.
She let out a quiet moan as she pulled you closer to her, and you gladly let her. Her taste was filling up your senses and it made you incredibly hungry. You wanted to do more. Give her more.
One of your hands went up to push her leg farther out, while the other went to her entrance. You slowly pushed a finger in as your tongue continued to lick over her clit.
Vi let out a loud gasp and a slew of curse words fell from her lips. It was like music, and the song wasn’t over yet.
You pushed in another finger, and relished in the feeing of her tightening around you. You pumped your fingers in her, letting the pads of your fingers brush over her sweet spot.
“Don’t stop,” she said breathless, both of her hands now entangled in your hair. Her hips were instinctively moving, grinding against you as you quickened your pace.
Her legs were shaking more now, and you knew she was close. She had a death grip on your hair, like she wouldn’t let you stop, couldn’t. And you didn’t want to stop.
You wanted to eat her out until she couldn’t feel her body. Bring her orgasm after orgasm until she begged you to stop, but for now one was plenty until you both had talked about what you were comfortable with.
You slipped another finger in, filling her up as you rhythmically thrusted them into her. Your tongue hadn’t slowed, keeping a steady pace, bringing her closer to what you both wanted. Needed.
She let out a loud moan as she came undone, your name slipping off her tongue. You carried her through it, only slowing when her grip on your hair loosened, before stopping completely. You slowly pulled your fingers out and licked them clean.
You’re eyes landed on her face as you gently ran your hands over her thighs, trying to help ease her shaking legs. She smiled down at you, her eyes now hooded and tired.
Her hand went back to your hair, and you fully expected her to pull you back between her legs. To come on your face again.
But instead she gently tugged you up to her face, bringing you back into her lap, before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. This time it was sensual and slow and sweet, and you liked it. This tender side of her you’ve rarely seen was filling you with a warm feeling you loved.
You love her. It was about time you realized it too.
hello!! can i pls request for how ekko, viktor, and caitlyn (+ other arcane characters if you want) would react to a rebel/troublemaker s/o? tysm 💕
ofc <3 I added jinx to the mix because I love her
arcane characters with a troublemaker s/o
summary: how the arcane characters would react with a troublemaker s/o
pairing(s): ekko x reader | viktor x reader | caitlyn x reader | jinx x reader
now this man is a bit of a rebel already, considering him being apart of the firelights and all. So I firmly believe that he would enjoy your rebel/troublemaker nature, as long as it was for the right cause.
he would love it if you were passionate about fighting for the rights of others and going to extreme lengths to do so
now obviously he's not a fan of you getting into serious trouble, so he tries his best to keep you out of it.
when you get into trouble over small things or things that could get you guys caught by enforcers, he can get upset at your actions and the fact that you aren't thinking about the firelights. When it comes to missions of helping people or trying to take down silco and his gang, he admires your troublemaking nature and prefers you to use it.
now getting in trouble at the academy is a very thin patch of ice to be stepping on, and viktor knows this very well
he tries to remind you that if you keep getting into trouble the academy could very well kick you out. constantly, he is reprimanding you about this and repeatedly trying to tell you to think before acting.
I don't think he would necessarily get anrgy with you, more so he would get worried about the consequences of your actions
now if you go against the rules to help him in his science work — that is a different story
if you mention breaking into a room or stealing supplies from a scientists lab, he is all in if he believes the work can be done to help people with science
it's almost funny how one moment he could be telling you how risky it is to cause trouble in the academy, and the next both of you are stealing supplies from Heimerdinger's lab to help with Hextech experiments
well we all know caitlyn is an enforcer and prefers to follow the law over most things
she can be very lawful and uptight, especially since her job calls for it all the time
when she found out you were quite the troublemaker, she wasn't exactly fond of it. She would constantly lecture you on how important the law is and how awful it is to break the law.
she will almost never agree with the things you do, unless you are going against something that is extremely unfair and deserves to be undone
it would extremely hard for her to deal with your troublemaker nature but if she truly loves you, she will try and see it from your point of view and learn to live with it
is there really much to say about her?
she absolutely loves it! Jinx is probably one of the biggest troublemakers in the undercity and when she finds out that you agree with her and enjoy causing trouble as well, she is head-over-heels in love
always will ask you to go on missions with her and cause trouble wherever you go
she will frown if you go off and do some troublemaking on your own without her
"why wasn't I invited to the party?"
she is probably the person who mostly encourages your behavior and enjoys it more than any of the people around you
sevika is extremely annoyed at the both of you and just rolls her eyes everytime you two are both out, doing your thing
How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O
- Purposely distract him while he’s working
- Don’t get me wrong, he loves when you come to visit him at the lab
- But when you start poking at his cheeks and forehead and anywhere else you can reach to get his attention, he bats your hand away with a quick “Quit it”
- You can see the smallest smile on his face when he says it, though, so you know he isn’t actually upset with you.
- Say things that are entirely incorrect and pretend to believe it wholeheartedly.
You: Space doesn’t exist
Viktor: wH- HOW DOES SPACE NOT EXIST???
You: It’s too big and I’ve never seen it in person. So therefore, it does not exist.
Viktor: *Exasperated scientist noises*
- He then proceeds to explain how space is, in fact, real and why.
- When you tell him you were joking, he pinches the bridge of his nose and laughs, “I swear, one day, you’ll be the death of me, my dear.”
- Slurp on whatever you’re drinking as loud as possible
- He hates it
- Especially when he’s working
Jayce: *writing in silence*
Jayce, freezing for a moment: ... *Goes back to writing*
Jayce: cAN YOU N O T-
- Blow air into his mouth when he kisses you.
- He pretends to be annoyed but it makes him laugh every time.
- starts doing it to you in retaliation
- Pronounce things incorrectly
- You pronounced microwave “me-crow-wa-vay” once and he looked at you like you had three heads
- leave dirty dishes in the sink
- He’s fine if it’s one or two, but if you leave a pile of them in there?
- You will have a very miffed boyfriend on your hands
- But only if you do it when it’s his turn to wash the dishes
- If it’s because your mental health isn’t so good, though, he’s totally fine and makes sure not to make you feel bad about it
- You will not believe me
- But she is VERY ticklish
- You found out when you were joking around and poked her side
- She legit yelped-
- You asked if she was ticklish and there was that tense silence where she debated what to say cause either way, you were gonna tickle her
- So instead of answering
- She ran away from you
-Cue you tackling her onto the bed
- Eventually she managed to pin you to the bed and was like “How dARE YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY ONLY WEAKNESS!!”
- It’s all fun and games, though, cause you best believe she’ll get you back eventually.
- Do that spider thing with your hand
- Make it crawl around on her desk, all over her papers
- She gets mildly annoyed cause like, she was in the middle of something
- But she gets her revenge by doing it to you whenever you’re busy.
- She even makes scary noises for her hand creature for added spook factor
- Lowkey just makes it cuter but-
- Chew with your mouth open
- Do it next to her ear and you’re getting smacked
- Playfully, of course
- Leave your laundry all over the house
- She gets it if you leave it on the bedroom or bathroom floor every so often
- But in the kitchen???
- How the fuck did your shirt end up on the counter???
Summary: You don't know why, or what convinced you it was a good idea. It WASN'T a good idea, and men had gotten killed for much less, than daring to put on your employer's coat and then getting caught wearing it when he returns to his office. However, Silco has an... interesting response to seeing you wearing his apparel.
Pairing: Silco X GN!Reader (Pre-Slash)
Warnings: SFW. Some romantic/sexual tension, small mention of violence, Silco being slightlypossessive
Note: No thoughts, just Silco taking one look at the person of his desire wearing his clothes/colors and immediately going 'Hm...Yes. Mine now.' He 100% is the type who would be smug for days if he realized you were twinning.
"You look good in my colors." You nearly jump a mile, immediately going to yank the coat off of your shoulders, before your boss lets out a small sigh and shortly says, "Leave it," as you hear the door click sharply shut behind him.
Fingers freezing on the collar, you lower your hands down increment by small, small increment as he comes over to you step by slow, slow step. Apologies turn to ash in your mouth as the Eye of Zaun smoothly steps into view on the mirror in front of you, face impassive though you're sure your darting eyes from his face to your own wide-eyed expression is nothing short of comedy.
"Um... I-i really don't know what... what possessed me to put it on, sir."
"I don't know either." He comments, eyes cool, boring into yours through the reflection. The side he stands on, and just behind you is prickling, and it takes all the strength in your body not to jerk as he reached over, hands going towards your neck. The Industrialist wasn't known for his on-hands approach when it comes to retribution, but for daring to put on his prized coat after he left you alone in his office for only two minutes?
Men had been killed for even less, so yes, you could see him strangling you for this show of audacity, and you close your eyes in preparation, biting back a embarrassing whimper for mercy as you feel hands pass either side of your neck.
Keeping your eyes close, you wait for the inevitable, and are surprised, and confused when it doesn't come. Instead, you hear a faint rustle of fabric as the flaps of the coat-collar are pulled out a bit more, and then straightened, before your skin tingles through the thick fabric as you feel his hands slip down from your collarbones to smooth them into place. The hands remain in place, between the space of your chest and collar, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding as his voice quietly, and patiently orders, "Open your eyes."
Never one to disobey, you do so. You manage to breath normally even as your gaze instantly hones onto Silco still standing directly behind you. Even though you felt him, you still can't help but flicker your gaze down to his hands on your body, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. As if noticing where your eyes were at, he moves those hands from where they rested, to rest at your shoulders and slowly begins to turn you away from the floor-length mirror to face him.
You stand before Silco with hands limp at your sides, trying and failing to look away from his duel-colored eyes as he looks at yours without any hesitation, and without revealing a single thought going on in his mind. His hands remain on your shoulders as he drops his gaze down, following the coats form around your body while you find your ears start to burn at the mortification of this entire situation. "Sir, really, I'm-"
He trails his hand from your shoulder, gripping your bicep lightly, but firmly, while the other reaches over and takes your wrist from that same arm. Pulling that appendage up and out a bit, you're rendered mute as he runs a rather critical eye over the fit of the sleeve of his own coat around your arm. He pushes up the sleeve lightly from your wrist in his examination, and you feel your skin prickle, and ears burn with the feel of his skin on yours.
His hands are, surprisingly warm. You don't know why you always thought they would be as frigid as the man usual appears, but you suppose not...
"What are your measurements?" Silco asks, suddenly. Opening your mouth, no sound comes out. He glances back up at your owlish expression, and repeats the question again slowly, but again, you just can't seem to form the words or numbers he wants.
He sighs, clarifying a bit dryly. "Your shirt size."
You close your mouth, swallow, and tell him. He nods, and drops your arm, which you bring back to your side as he smoothly steps back, rendering you stiff.
He lets out a silent breath through his teeth with a nod to himself, hooking a thumb into the pocket of his pants while the other hand absently, thoughtfully rubs on his chin. The fact that he's just standing there, analyzing you, has you bewildered but nonetheless on-edge in preparation for whatever punishment he's concocting for you.
It's useless, you've seen others try and fail, but you try to plead your case nonetheless, "Sir... Silco, I truly am sorry for, um... putting your stuff on while you were-" You're voice is halted as he silently moves his hand from his chin, raising his index finger for silence as he closes his eye in thought, the lidless hellfire-black one still staring into the middle-distance. You can't help but feel as though it's still trained on you, and any other words you had in mind escape you.
A beat. Then the tip of his finger does a slow circle towards the ceiling.
You blink. He opens that brighter, seafoam green eye, and looks at you expectantly under a hooded lid and lashes. Swallowing, chest suddenly feeling tight, you find your feet and body doing the work for you as you brain goes dumb in your astonishment, turning in a slow, disbelieving circle for your boss while wearing his coat.
You feel fire race through your body when you hear him hum distantly by the time you're a third of the way through your rotation, eyes immediately locking onto his still-carefully unexpressive ones as you face him again, your brow raised in a million silent questions. Silco doesn't say anything, again a hand rubbing lightly at his lower face as his eyes roam over your form slowly again. Perhaps Silco takes pity on you (more than likely, he's finished with his examination) as he holds out his hand after another moment of you staring dumbfounded while he looks you over.
You can't seem to get out of his luxurious red, black and golden coat fast-enough, although you slow down considerably as he remarks lowly, with what you almost swear is teasing in his tone, "Don't rip it."
A jolt runs up your arm as you brush hands with his as he gently takes the coat you hold back out to him, casually smoothing the invisible wrinkles on the fabric before folding it over his arm. You stand at attention, awaiting for... well, at this point, you have no idea what you're in for, but his thoughtful expression fades back to neutrality as he looks back up to you. "I trust you've finished with your work for the day?" You nod, quickly & assuringly, and the corner of Silco's mouth quirks up.
"Good. You may go then." He turns, still running his hand over his coat, and you don't dare to take a blessing for granted as you turn and speed-walk out the door.
The moment you're in the hallway outside his office, with the door clicking shut, you let out a long huff of air at your moronic behavior, raising your hands to drag your face down as you silently berate yourself-
You freeze, inhale shortly again though your nose. Your cheeks flare with heat, as you realize you still smell the lingering of smoke, seasalt and cologne from your little stunt with the jacket. It's faint, but it is just so... so Silco, you can't help but jerk them down from your nose as soon as possible, arms stiff at your sides as you march away from the office with quick, determined steps to try and work on forgetting this mortifying incident as quickly as possible.
It works. For a time.
It works, until a week later when you find yourself called to the office.
It works, until you stand in front of Silco's desk and watch with a dry mouth as he slowly opens the slim tailor box on his desk, seemingly bemused by your inability to speak as he gestures you into position at the mirror.
Your attempt to forget the previous incident works, until once more Silco's hands rest just beneath your collarbone as he stands behind you in the mirror. Watching how your eyes scan over the altered, perfectly tailored jacket he had draped over your shoulders, silently guiding your lifeless arms through when all you could do was stare.
The popped-collar is much smaller, fabric close to highlight the line of your throat, with the coat stopping just above your hips, but you would be lying if your jaw didn't drop a little more every time you noted the stunning familiarity in that deep burgundy, smooth black and those gold accents in your new coat.
"See?" You let out a shaky breath as Silco's voice breaths past your ear, warmth filling your chest and cheeks as you feel his hands subtly massage into your shoulders. You see his reflection smile coyly at you from just behind, before your eyes slip close with a shiver as you feel the barest hint of lips along the tip of the jacket-collar at your neck. "Just like I said. You look good in my colors."
how they kiss you
characters -> vi, jinx, ekko, viktor, sevika
genre -> fluff, a teeny weeny bit suggestive
- with that smug smirk on her face. she’s just so proud that you’re all hers, that you’re willing to stick by her through all her fights, rough days, when she wakes you up with her nightmares, her wild adventures: you’re all hers and no one else’s, and she loves to brag about it.
you turn to vi with a smile, and step back when you realise how close she is, but a hand on your back stops you. “…yeah?”
that signature smirk of hers grows as she moves closer to your face, bumping you against the counter you were leaning on. “vi? i’m trying to wash the dish-”
you’re cut off with chapped lips against yours, and you squeak in surprise. vi pulls back to chuckle, and moves in closer to you with her hand pushing you flat against her chest.
“you know i love you right?”
“i know, i know-”
- desperately. jinx has lost so many people along the way, and she’s not about to lose you too, so every kiss she give you is like it’s your last. she’s just so terrified that one day, it really will be your last kiss from her, so she always pours as much emotion as she can into every peck on your lips.
you took a step into your girlfriend’s ’evil lair’ with a smile on your face, holding a box of scraps you found that could help her. old hunks of metal, some batteries, glass containers- anything you found while listening to some of the music jinx recommended to you.
“hey trouble, i’m back!” you called out, strolling along the platform to jinx’s desk, eventually plopping the heavy box on the floor next to her chair. a small thunk behind you made you grin and whirl around with open arms. “hey baby- woah!”
jinx flew into your arms, and you tipped over onto the metal ground, letting out an oof as she crawled onto your lip and cupped your neck in her hands. with a soft smile, you tipped your chin down and jinx swooped up.
her lips were cold and then moved against yours feverishly- not in a sexual way, but she missed you- you could tell by the way she gripped onto your sides with a slight tremor. you pulled away with a smile.
- seriously, which is so odd. well, his kisses always start out serious, but you smooth your hands over his tense shoulders and he melts into you like butter. he spends all day running the firelights and making sure everyone is still alive: and when they’re not, he’s the one to break the news and usually take responsibility for it. so he’s always wound up, stressed and just so serious, but he always appreciates how you manage to calm down his stiff kisses.
“hey you- rough day?”
ekko didn’t answer, just grunted and tossed his hoverboard on one of the seats in the room. he moved to sit next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulder and peeking at the book you’re reading.
“that nerd stuff again?”
“you love reading, we both know it,” you coo and turn to plant a kiss on ekko’s lips. he stiffens and his eyes widen, making you chuckle and pull back. he chases after you and gets flustered when he sees your gaze, mumbling for you to shut up.
you do. you smoothed your hand over his chest with a grin, and moved up to kiss him again, this time he melted into you with his own smile forming. it was nice kissing ekko when he was smiling, it was adorable.
- hesitantly. even after being with you for so long and kissing you so many times, viktor is still shy and hesitant when he kisses you. he cups your neck and stops for a second, searching your eyes and waiting for you to nod before softly kissing your lips. the actual kisses are still a bit hesitant, like he doesn’t want to go full force, scared he’ll hurt you and he treats you like fine china.
“hello, love,” viktor greeted, not looking up from his work. you rolled your eyes and moved over to his desk with a grin, leaning against it until he peered up at you with a smile and a cocked brow.
“you’re pretty when you’re working.”
a small blush settled on his cheeks. viktor huffed out a laugh and smoothed a hand over your hip, leaning up to meet you as you leant down. “can i kiss you?” you asked, moving a hand to the back of his neck to fiddle with his hair.
viktor moved up to meet your lips first, still ghosting over your hip carefully. his kiss was light and slow, like the kisses he often gives when he’s half-asleep in the morning. he’s just so caring, and it makes your heart swell as you pull away to gaze at him.
“go on, stop letting me distract you.”
he chuckles and nods, moving in his seat a bit as you pull up a stool to watch him in a peaceful silence.
- hungry. sevika is always there to remind everyone around you, that youre hers :). don’t worry, she knows that you’re aware who you belong to- but sometimes people get a bit too brave in trying to chat you up, so she wastes no time in reminding them you’re dating silco’s right hand man, by smashing her mouth against yours and pulling you in by your hair.
you placed the drinks down on the table with a smile, grinning as the men cheered in glee while you moved to perch back on sevika’s knee.
“ha! you got a good one there- don’t let ‘em go, for our sake!” everyone around the table jostled and flashes you a thumbs up, or raised their pint to you. you just chuckled and leaned back into your girlfriend who flashed you a small side-smile.
“yeah, they’re not gonna get away that easily,” she said lowly and placed a finger under your chin, laying her cards down on your thigh as she smashed her lips against yours.
with a squeak of delight, you wound your arms around her thick shoulders and held onto her like she the last thing there, ignoring the cheers from the people around you.
sevika pulled away with a wolfish grin, moving to stare at her gambling opponents. “stop staring and continue the game then, huh? some of you should consider getting your own lucky charm if you don’t want to keep losing to me and y/n.”
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arcane | how they show affection | GN reader
contains ; jayce , viktor , marcus , mel , vi
warnings ; none , its fluff
word count ; n/a , its headcanons
SUMMARY ; after a long day of work or not spending enough time with you , they show their affection in their own ways
the moment he see’s you, he’s fallen in love all over again
not a moment where he’s not touching you. some form of body contact has to be made
holds your hand to the kitchen, swaying you around by the waist, lots of hugs and kisses
“i missed you so much.” “jayce, it’s only been a day at work.”
“you’re so breathtaking, how can i ever turn away from this every morning?”
takes every chance he could get to have you lay on top of him
a human heater, he’s just so warm.
hands grasp for yours while in bed, no words escaping jayce’s mouth. his thumb brushed against your knuckles, the sweet nothings being shown. slowly, he’d pull you closer to him until you’re fully tangled around him. —this is his happiness. being able to touch you, ravish you in ways no one else can, he cherishes every second of just hugging you until he falls asleep. he almost regrets leaving everyday.
you’re his catharsis, his addiction that he needs on a basis
the moment he sets foot back into the house, he makes his way to the shared bed and nuzzles himself into your hold
but being a little spoon doesn’t always last long; he ends up holding you on top of him as he grasps for a book to read
his way of showing affection? sharing his hobbies with you. and reading is on top of the shelf.
he reads to you, shares you his mind like an open book, introduces many things he likes to enjoy. he shares himself with you
he gives you apart of his mind because you are his other half
“we’re two halves of a whole soul, you my darling, are my soulmate.” “viktor, you’re going to make me cry.”
a light hum emitted from viktor, his index trailing along the creases of your back—he traced works of art and scenery of what he imagined in the book, each word he spoke causing a different motion of his finger—at times, he’d squeeze you against him with a moment a silence before continuing.
ren is asleep, it’s quiet downstairs with light barely illuminating the room. this is when he takes the chance
while you walk out the kitchen, trying to head upstairs to sleep. marcus would grab you by the hand
no music, just subtle conversation shared as he pulls you into a waltz
he would sway you around the room and place kisses on you here and there
his love language is physical activity.
sometimes he’d paint you while you aimlessly cook breakfast or capture a picture in his mind to remember
“let me paint your body red, let me ravish you until your flushed and feeling the springs bloom in your heart.” “for a sheriff, you’re rather artistic; you know that?”
kisses on the fingertips !!!
a tired mind trying to walk upstairs, marcus would suddenly catch you in his hold. his calloused hand would be gentle when holding yours, suddenly sway you both around the room. never once has his eyes wandered elsewhere, they stayed on your form unless he came down to kiss your shoulders. no music needs to play for him to pull you into dances in the room, because your his muse.
she stares at you for minutes on end until you notice. she’s been rather quiet since her arrival back
not much of a physical affection type of gal, but she has her way with words.
compliments you on end, her hand gracing under your jaw for just a moment.
physical touch is on a different level of passion
“looking stunning as ever, sweetheart.” a kiss on the cheek then she just rests against you for the time being
her words speaker louder than her actions
you can always hear the love in her tone when she speaks to you
“love, can you pass me my brush?” mel spoke, her tone lacing with a hum. when your fingers brushed against each other, she couldn’t help but let a smile tug on her lips; her face scrunching up ever so slightly. “how did i get so lucky to have you in my life?”
arms immediately around your waist, no escape out
big time physical attention. hugging you and having you in your hold at all times
loves taking you out and showing you off
“yeah, that’s my partner. why wouldn’t i show them off?” “vi, you don’t need to feel threatened.”
even if it’s been a long day, she’ll probably walk to a nearby park with you. she loves showing you off to everyone
really proud if a kiss on the cheek is received
she enjoys just being around you as a whole. every now and then, she tries being you with her to places she needs to be
rarely zaun, but there are times she does.
an arm wrapped around or a hand hold the entire time though
she would snake her arm around your waist and continue walking; her thumb brushing against your side. with her head leaned against your shoulder, whether beside you or behind, she can’t help but hold a small smile the entire time. vi would walk into random stores and buy you random stuff honestly.
perverted things the Arcane characters do
feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Mel, Marcus
warnings: nsfw content, masturbating, dry humping + more
requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!
VIKTOR knows you're rather concerned about his wellbeing, which is why it only comes as a mild surprise when you offer him to take a quick nap while leaning onto your body. He's an opportunist at heart — his head is soon resting on your chest, his cheek against your soft skin, and he's not actually sleeping, not when his dick is straining hard against his trousers with how close his face is to your tits, but you either don't seem to notice or to care. Besides, he's so exhausted, so surely you'd never ask him to back off, right?
Another thing that he always enjoys is teasing you; it doesn't matter about what, really, as long as your face flushes with a lovely blush, your cheeks suddenly hot, and, god, if only he'd get to see that embarrassed expression while you're bouncing on his dick or kneeling between his legs.
“Are you quite sure you're alright with this, love? Ah—, well, then I must thank you. I could truly use a quick nap. Thank you for looking out for me. I appreciate it, I really do.”
JAYCE has the unfair advantage of his height, so whenever he glances down at you, he's got a perfect view on your cleavage. He can't help but stare at your tits, especially when there's some lace from your bra showing. The sight alone has his dick twitching in arousal, and even though you've caught him staring a few times, you don't seem to mind it much.
It's not often that you and Jayce do sleepovers anymore, especially since he's a Councillor now, which is both a blessing and a curse for him, and also makes this one night a lot more special. He kind of missed the way he used to grind against you while you were asleep; it's not even on purpose, he's just too needy to control himself, and if your ass is pressing so nicely against his dick — really, he's sure no one would be able to resist.
“Haha, very funny, really. I wasn't staring at you — and especially not at your tits. You're just short, it's inevitable that I look down on you.”
SILCO's lips quirk into a smirk when he 'accidentally' pushes an important document off the edge of his office desk. At this point, he doesn't even have to ask you to get it for him anymore — you bend over willingly, panties peeking out beneath your skirt, and for a moment he entertains the thought of you doing this on purpose to tease him.
He also enjoys making you beg for, well, anything, really; your whiny voice and your pouty lips get him hard almost immediately, his dick straining uncomfortably against his trousers. Whether it's for a raise or for his attention, Silco simply loves hearing you whimper and whine.
“What is it, dear? Ah, I see. So you're of the opinion you deserve a raise, hm? Honestly, I'm not quite convinced. Why don't you ask me again? Nicely this time. Mind your manners, will you?”
The first time it happened was an accident, and that you were wearing a white blouse had been bad luck, but now VANDER has to be careful not to spill water onto your shirt too often — that'd simply be suspicious, even though he doubts you'd become wary of him that easily. The sight of your bra showing through your nearly translucent shirt is almost too much to bear for him, though.
One day, when he was looking for you and quickly glanced into your room during his search, he spotted a pair of your panties on your bed and, god, he didn't actually want to do it, but he couldn't help but take them. Now, he regularly jerks off with them in his hands, the delicate fabric wet with his precum as he grinds against it.
“So sorry 'bout that, doll, didn't see ya there. But hey, it's only water. No stain. Just wait here, I'll get you a towel — or do you want one of my shirts?”
When VI suggests you exercise with her, you happily accept, though her offer isn't out of entirely pure intentions — she enjoys watching your tits jiggle while you're both out on a run, or seeing your ass in tight trousers when you force yourself to do another squat, despite how much you're already shaking.
She also loves the way you smell — whether your signature perfume is a rather floral or a musky scent, she's enamoured with it. Whenever you hug, she buries her head in your neck, and she even bought the perfume you use one day. Now, she regularly sprays it onto her pillow whenever she gets herself off — it simply reminds her so much of you, it's almost like you're there, laying next to her.
“Hey, come on, babe — you can go a little lower than that, can't you? Your squats need some more work, that's for sure. Lucky for you I don't mind keepin' an eye on you while you practice.”
JINX is rather short, so, if you're taller than her, she uses this to her advantage and lays her head onto your tits while you're hugging. The gesture looks innocent enough, and it's perfect for her to inhale your scent, whether it's your natural smell or a signature perfume.
Whenever you're talking to her while focusing on something else, Jinx can't help but occasionally touch herself to the sound of your voice. While you're saying something completely innocent like what the weather is like, she's curling two fingers inside of her, another one drawing circles around her clit while you mention how your new coworker totally sucks.
“Hm? What did ya say, sugar? Ah—, sorry, 'm just a lil distracted by your voice, fuck. No, no, continue, darl. Go on. Wanna hear you talk more.”
EKKO feels disgusted by himself when he slides a hand into his trousers to grasp at his already hard dick, precum leaking onto the fabric. His gaze is on your sleeping form, your expression so so peaceful, and his fingers close around his cock at the sight, almost making him moan. He simply can't help but jerk off while you're asleep, and it really isn't his fault that you're so intent on cuddling close to him, your ass against his hips.
Whenever you two playfully wrestle, he pins you down with one hand pinning both of your wrists to the ground, a smirk on his lips. It's not his fault that heat curls in his stomach at the sight of your flushed face and wide eyes, your hair splayed out around your head like a halo and your lips opened just a little.
“You're so easy to defeat. You really need to practice some more to make this exciting, you know? Or, wait—, now you're starting to make me think that maybe you just like having me on top of you.”
It's no secret that MEL enjoys buying you things you want — though she also can't deny that she, more often than not, picks the skirts, dresses and trousers she buys you a size too small, if only to see the fabric stretch tightly over your chest and hips, accidentally drawing more attention to the area. When you keep tugging at the cloth, self-conscious, she chuckles while complimenting you — even if your top is sheer enough to clearly show your bra.
Similarly, Mel enjoys watching you change; no matter if you're elegantly stripping yourself of your clothes or if you're awkwardly fumbling with the zipper. It's the intimacy of the act that has her wetting her lips with her tongue as her eyes roam over your form.
“There's no need to be shy, baby. You look as beautiful as always; I can guarantee that all gazes will be on you tonight, so quit worrying your pretty little head and trust me, alright?”
MARCUS claims that he wants to walk behind rather than in front of you for safety reasons, though he honestly just wants to steal a glance at your panties underneath your skirt. If you're more prone to wearing trousers, the view is just as good — especially since the fabric stretches nicely to hug your curves.
Despite being embarrassed by it, he also picked up the habit of watching you shower. He's not trying to be creepy, seriously, and he respects your privacy — well, or at least that's what Marcus tells himself while he stares at your naked form, your face flushed because of the hot water, steam obscuring his view. One of his hands grasps at his own cock through his trousers and, fuck, he really should leave, but you are showering at his house, in his bathroom, he's not stalking you, and that makes it a lot less weird, right?
“What? The only reason I insist on walking behind you is that I care for your safety. You should know that by now — I told you often enough that I don't want to risk anything happening to you.”
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