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honeydazai · 11 months

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 having a secret enemies to lovers relationship with them 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Jayce Talis, Vi, Ambessa Medarda, Mel Medarda, Ekko

content: f!reader, nsfw content, mild violence mentions

notes: this was commissioned by the most lovely @angelltheninth !! thank you so much again!! 💜

Honestly, JAYCE refuses to admit just how much he finds himself drawn to you. You're everything he's not, working in the shadows for Silco while he's Piltover's golden boy, the Man of the Future, and yet there's some odd tension between the two of you that he can't deny. He aches to label it as natural hate, though that couldn't be further from the truth. The catalyst for your eventual growing fondness of each other is when he's got you pinned down, imposing hammer so close to obliterating you and, God, he can't do it. You're his enemy, certainly, and yet he finds himself absentmindedly brushing some dirt off your cheek, touch gentle despite those huge hands.

After that, things go all too fast. One moment you're kissing, you softly moaning into his mouth, the next you try and sneak into the Academy, trying your hardest not to appear suspicious and, well — if you end up making out on one of the tables he usually does science stuff on, who can blame you? It feels all too nice to wrap your legs around his wide waist, pulling him closer while his dick pushes into you, calloused fingers roaming over your skin as if he's desperate to feel as much of you at the same time as somehow possible. It's all too good, until the sound of approaching footsteps, accompanied by the rhythmic thumping noise of a cane, makes both of you flinch, and you're forced to hide in an empty storage room, still dripping with need.

“Fuck, talk about horrible timing—, quick, in here, in here. God. Hopefully he'll leave real quick again, I'm stil hard; don't you worry, we'll continue just where we left off in but a moment. We just can't get caught.”

There is no word for what VI feels for you other than 'hate'. How could she not? As an Enforcer, you're her complete opposite, you're used to the riches and comfortable life of Piltover and, well, she would've never thought she could ever grow fond of you, but it turns out you look awfully pretty underneath her, pinned to the ground of Zaun. There's mud caked to the side of your face and a stray trail of blood runs down your forehead and, oh — for some reason, you don't do anything but moan softly when she leans down to meet your lips in a bruising kiss, her thick thigh spreading your own apart.

It's adorable how your cheeks flush when she calls you a teasing nickname; it's downright sweet when you whimper and press your body against her own. Your very reactions make you so very human, so very much like her. You're not that different from her at all, it appears, and that realisation itself makes things complicated. Vi swears she despises you, hates you with all her heart, but when she sneaks away to your usual meeting place, the sixth time this week, rough touches having turned into loving embraces along the way, she can't say she's being entirely truthful.

“Hey, sugar! You made it. Fuck, I'm always so happy to see ya, it's ridiculous. My heart's beatin' all fast. Oh—, hey, you're eager today, hm? Wanna continue that badly where we were interrupted last time? Fine by me. You gotta spread those cute legs of yours then, darl.”

It comes as no surprise that a powerful woman such as AMBESSA has quite a lot of enemies. There's all too many people who wish her death or worse for the countries she's conquered or the people she's slayed — and yet you're the only one who has ever caught her eye. It's all too easy to have you brought to her luxurious chambers, and even when you're glaring at her, eyes narrowed with nothing short of hatred, she doesn't care, really. Her fingers come up to grab your chin, keeping your head in place as her gaze rakes over your face, taking every feature of your face in.

You're not sure whether to be enraged or relieved that, apparently, she's satisfied with what she sees, though it's a lot preferable when, minutes later, she seats you on one thick thigh of hers rather than having you beheaded. Really, you couldn't stifle your mewls and moans even if you tried when she grinds said leg up against your already dripping folds. Over time, you grow fond of her — something you hadn't thought possible —; your relationship stays a secret, but your smile at her praise is honest, your laughter joining her boisterous one is not an act at all. She's surprisingly sweet for such a bold woman and, well; the fact that she leaves you unable to walk for a day or two whenever she's between your legs is a pretty convincing factor to stay with her, too.

“Aren't you just the sweetest little one? C'mon, now, no need to be shy. You've been grinding against my thigh like a bitch in heat before, haven't you? Surely you can do it again. Though, if my leg isn't good enough for you, maybe you're just not as desperate to cum as I thought.”

There's always been tension between you and MEL; how could there not be when you were anything she didn't stand for, being her political enemy and everything? Really, the amount of bickering you two did was close to ridiculous, and yet neither of you seemed to mind it all too much. Even though you don't make a pretty picture up on a stage or behind the council roundtable, you look all too ethereal on her bed, legs spread wide and arching your back while slender fingers alternate between gently rubbing and meanly pinching your throbbing clit.

Really, you'd worry about it being all too obvious how often you search up her quarters, though she's quick to distract you with soft kisses and the occasional cruel graze of teeth against your neck. There's no need to worry about anything, truly; when Mel wants your relationship to stay between the two of us, it will remain a secret at all costs.

“My, my. You're quite adorable today, hm? So very needy for my touch, and yet I remember quite clearly how you've challenged me in front of the rest of the Council. Love, it almost looks like you were aching to be punished by me. Is that not the case? I might go easier on you if you at least admit it.”

EKKO despises you. There's no way around it. Ekko despises you and, if needed, fights you with all his might, and yet his expression, Firelight mask long knocked off his face, softens oh so visibly when he, one day, meets you at random, your injuries awfully bad. He's not sure what he's thinking when he takes you in and cares for your wounds, nursing you back to health; you're his enemy, damn it, and he should act like it, but the only explanation he has for how he's acting is that empathy is an all too human trait he can't seem to get rid of, no matter how hard he tries. He can't just leave you in the Undercity to rot.

By the time you're back to full health, you can't deny that, even though you're supposed to be enemies, you've bonded quite a bit. He's funny and loving, protective of you, even; and even though your relationship has to stay secret at all costs, given how he'd otherwise lose credibility with the Firelights and you'd be called a traitor, you both can't help but sneak away at night to see each other, you embracing him in a loving hug and his lips pressing against yours all too eagerly. With Ekko, it takes a while until it gets to making out and getting even more intimate, but that's quite alright. There's no need to rush it; you're both more than happy to lose track of time while cuddling and kissing.

“Would've never thought that, one day, I'd be kissin' someone like you like this. Hey—, in a positive way. Don't get me wrong on purpose. Y'know I love everything about you. Yeah? Good. It's almost sunrise, though. 'm afraid you'll have to go back soon.”

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx & Ekko having a crush

Requested by RaineRin13 on wattpad- Can you do one on how they react with us after they found out they like us (like if they act normal or get flustered since they like us)?

Vi didn’t really have a moment where she “found out” she liked you, per say

The feeling was just kind of always there

You both had known each other for a while

Vi and you were always pretty close, some people would say a bit two close

Zaun wasn’t a really place where anything was out of the ordinary, everything was normal

I think the moment Vi realized that you and her weren’t normal friends was when Vi saw two women in a relationship

Either it be in a TV show Vi saw passing by a shop, or in the streets or in the bar

Vi noticed how they acted around each other

And that got the gears turning and Vi realized you both sorta acted like that

Vi knew those women were in a relationship, but you two were not

So Vi started thinking about it, did she wanna be in a relationship with you?

And Vi realized she did, so she didn’t think of you just as a friend

She liked you

And Vi didn’t really know how to feel about it

Vi didn’t know if you liked her back or anything

She didn’t wanna mess anything up

But this is not a if

She was always flirty, even when you two were younger

Girl was always saying something a friend shouldn’t say to another friend

You follow?

She didn’t really know how to say it

Does she just go “Hey! I know you’ve been my friend for like years and all but I like you. You like me back or nah?”

No. She does not.

So she relied on her actions to tell you she liked you

Please pick up on it

Or this is gonna go along for years

(It in fact did go along for years.)

CAITLYN

Caitlyn has always been a sorta loving woman

But it was always different with other people and you

When Caitlyn started having feelings for you she immediately noticed

She didn’t know how to really deal with them

She never had been in a relationship

And Cait was a sorta hopeless romantic, if that's what they’re called

She was terrified of rejection

So she kinda got awkward around you

Then realized she was being awkward and fixed that

Not a lot though

She was mixed with awkward, anxious, flirty and loving all at once

She acted always different around you after she had those feelings surface

And in the early stages when she realized and you did anything for her?

Or to her, like hug her, smile at her, even fucking say her name

I’m sorry but this amazing woman doesn’t know what to do and is sorta frozen

She is kinda flustered a lot around you

Hopefully this will end when y’all get together

Hopefully soon because she doesn’t know how much longer she’ll last

JINX

Jinx was very affectionate, a sorta clingy person mixed with a lot of fucking issues

So she had some friends, some crushes along through the years but she was never really that into them

Most lasting a week or two before running off

But when you came along?

Jinx didn’t know she liked you

She didn’t like a lot of people

She knew she cared for you

She hung around you, you thought she acted normal but her normal wasn’t very “normal”

I don’t know how to describe it really

Jinx doesn’t get flustered a lot but she does when she does anything really affectionate with you

Or y’know when those people in movies are hanging out and laughing and one sorta stops and just stares at the other?

The staring one is Jinx when she realizes slowly she cares for you a lot more than others

She kicks up the affection

She acts normal around you for the most part

She did more things for you thats for sure

She was protective alot but it just got more and more over time

Get a new friend?

“Who are they? When’d you meet ‘em? How did you meet ‘em? Can I meet them? Why not? Do they know about me?”

God forbid you find someone that likes you

Jinx shuts that shit down so quick

I mean, she’s Jinx. The mention of her or a mere thought or her presence scares the shit out of anyone

So she uses it to her advantage

She sticks around you 25/8

Never lets you go

When she likes you, she likes you

No way out of it

EKKO

Ekko knew what it means to like someone or be in love with them

He saw a lot of his friends in the firelights in love

He never experienced it for himself though

He wanted to though

And then you came along

Ekko wasn’t really familiar with the feelings he felt when you were around

He just knew he looked at you differently than the others

Scar had told him that

He didn’t even notice till his friend pointed it out to him

Ekko didn’t really know how to deal with his feelings or why he felt that way about you

He just knew he did, and he liked feeling happy when he saw you

For the most part, he acted normal with you

He just smiled more, laughed more and hanged around you a lot more

He was also more close to you

He hugged you a lot, Ekko liked putting his arm around your shoulder or around your waist

He liked doing things for you

He also liked making things for you

But if you ever reciprocate or be the first to give him something or give affection yourself when he doesn’t expect it?

He gets a little flustered and a bit blushy

He doesn’t know what to do truly

But he hopes his feelings lead to somewhere with you

And he didn’t know that they would

Soon enough

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uraveragelonelyhuman · 1 year

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Arcane S/O Seeing Reader With A Child

EKKO

Ekko didn't really think about kids

He didn't really have time, he had you and he needed to think about the firelights

So the topic of kids never came up

And you both were still barely adults yourself, so there was time

But he always did love seeing you playing with the kids in the hideout

Thought it was nice and that you brought them something they missed

The kids loved you, you would play with them all the time

Ekko would watch all the time, joining in sometimes as you all ran around like mad men

Every kid there was a little joy to you all

But two stuck out from the rest

Jamie and Lena

They were 6 years old twins

They were taken off the streets, their parents abandoned them.

They were terrified, the masks scared them and so did the hoverboards

But they clung to you as you reminded them of their older sister they had lost

And they loved Ekko, they thought he provided comfort and safety for them

Which was rare

And both you and Ekko loved them back

And Ekko didn't know what it was, but seeing you taking care of them made him just fall in love all over again

Ekko walked out the dark tunnel, coming back from a mission as he waved bye to his friends and walked over to the tree.

He stopped for a minute, meeting up with Scar as he waved at his little niece his friend held.

"Where's Y/n?" Ekko asked, Scar was about to answer before Ekko heard laughing. It was yours, but mixed in with some others.

He turned around, confused before his eyes caught your hoverboard zipping past him.

He watched as you stood on the hoverboard, Jamie hugging your waist as you tossed Lena in the air.

The girl laughed, falling down as you turned the corner and went back for her, catching her in your arms.

You placed her in front of you, the girl sitting on the board and holding in as you let Jamie hop on your back.

The boy laughed as you did tricks on the board, circling the tree and going upside down, sometimes even sideways and almost tipping you all over.

You finally came down from the air, laughing as Jamie stumbled off the board while giggling.

You picked up Lena, the girl blowing your messed up hair out your face as you laughed.

You tickled thw girl's stomach, the small one laughing as she tried to fight you off. Jamie then came running at your leg, clinging to it as you laughed.

"Jamie!" You yelled, lifting up your leg as he laughed and clung on.

You eventually stumbled to the floor, holding Lena in your lap as Jamie stood up and hugged your neck.

Ekko watched with a fond smile, tilting his head a bit as he watched you all giggling like a small family. How did he get so lucky?

You looked at him, making eye contact and smiling as you waved him over. Jamie and Lena saw, smiling as they ran up to Ekko and almost tackled him to the ground.

Ekko picked them up, one on each arm as you came walking over. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, rolling your eyes as Jamie and Lena made exaggerated gagging noises.

Ekko laughed, smiling at all three of you.

He was really lucky, he had guy guys.

Vi loved you, because of how sweet and snarky you were

You first met her when you guys were young

You were around her age, 15

She was running around the lanes, looking for Powder

She had run off, saying she was going to a friends house but she wasn't with Ekko

And Powder didn't have any friends

So Vi went looking for her

And she found her

But with you, the girl was on your back as you listened to her rambling

You were smiling, joking with her sister when everyone would usually ignore the small girl except Vi

So she was grateful you were so nice to her sister

That's what initially drew her to you

But you were always sweet to anyone

Especially kids

She wasn't used to anyone being so sweet, especially in the lanes and to kids

She also never really got why people valued kids so much and wanted gehm so bad in the Undercity

It was always chaos, she didn't think she would ever have to care for anyone but herself after what happened the night everyone died

Until she found you again, but you had someone with you

Vi sat in your guys' apartment, on the couch as she felt her joints crack after walking around all day. And getting into a few small fights, not that they would ever tell you.

She looked up, hearing the door hinges creaking as the door opened and heard your voice.

"We're back!" You called out, Vi smiling as she heard the small pattering of feet against the hardwood floors. In came Violet, your daughter.

When Vi had found you, you worked at the brothel. You got into some things after it all happened, found a douche guy and got pregnant.

You didn't love the guy, just after Vi left or died as you thought you wanted to feel love again.

But you didn't, you ended up trying to replace her but you couldn't replace the irreplaceable.

And he left, and when Violet was born you gave her the name of the one you lost. Vi was happy, but also shocked when she met your daughter.

Violet was happy to meet the pink haired woman her mother talked so much about, loving Vi before she had even met her.

Violet jumped on the couch, into Vi's lap as Vi smiled at her and ruffled her hair. "How's your day been?" She asked, messing with the clip in Violet's hair she had done that morning.

"Good, mama got me candy!" Violet smiled, looking up at Vi, holding the candy up as the woman nodded her head.

"She wouldn't stop begging for it." You laughed, sitting on the other side of Vi as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

"Sounds eventful." She chuckled, kissing the side of your head as Violet climbed off her lap.

She laid down on her back, her head in Vi's lap now as she rambled on about your guys' day and offering Vi her candy.

Vi smiled, enjoying every moment. She loved these, eventually you all drifted off to sleep, in your own small world. She loved her little family.

Hopefully Aunt Jinx will visit soon, she hadn't seen her niece in a week. The longest she had been without Violet.

JINX

Jinx only knew you after a few years of her transformation from Powder to Jinx

You worked for Silco

Not a hitman or anything, he hired you to watch after Jinx

Essentially a bodyguard

Jinx hated it

She tried to get rid of you in as many ways that she could think of

She hated being watched over, like a child, it reminded her of Vi

And she hated thinking of Vi

Her big sister who left her

And you hovering over 24/7 like a babysitter, like Vi did, made her hate you

She wanted to get rid of you, she did it before she could do it again

So she followed you one night to your apartment

Wasn't the best but she was confused once you didn't go home after being let go from your shift

She followed you, freezing upon what she saw

You were knelt down in front of a small child

Then she heard the little one, no older than four years old saying "Sissy"

She froze, she finally understood why you reminded her of Vi

Because in a way, you were Vi, the older, protective sister

She stood in her place even after you left with your little sister

After that day she didn't hate you anymore

You were confused at that, thinking she was planning something

But after time went on you just accepted it

Jinx was actually nice to you, well the best Jinx could

And after a long time, you started dating

She loved it

But she never spoke about your sister, you told her about the kid but she never really brought it up unless you did

She thought she would never have to meet her

But she was wrong

"Hey, Jinx!" You called out, Jinx waving over her shoulder as she worked at her desk.

She smiled, hearing your voice but sat up confused when she heard another pair of footsteps with yours.

She heard a small giggle, freezing a bit as she turned around on her chair to see you walking over to her with your sibling on your back.

"Sorry, S/n can't be left alone until I can drop her off with Sevika." You apologize, the small girl peeking over your shoulder at Jinx.

Jinx slowly nodded her head, hesitant and a bit uncomfortable around the child. She didn't hate her, she just didnt wanna mess anything up and had never really been around children.

"Hi, Miss Jinx!" Your little sister smiled, sliding off your back and bouncing up to the woman.

"...Hi?" Jinx waved, staring at the girl as she tilted her head. Why wasn't she scared of her? Her name was pretty well known for chaos.

"What's this?" Nani asked, picking up a bomb off the desk and poing at the pin as your eyes widened.

"Nani-" you were cut off though by Jinx taking the bomb quickly from your sister.

She gave a small giggle, nervous a bit but finding humour in the situation.

"Maybe not that one," she stated, humming as she looked on her desk before her eyes lit up.

"Here! Play with this!" She laughed, stuffing a remote into your sister's hand as she looked at it curiously. "What's this?" She asked, pointing at a button.

"Press it!" Jinx beckoned her, your sister smiling and pressing the button causing yellow, pink and blue sparks to fly all over the room.

Your sister looked up at the sparks, her eyes reflected with the lights as she jumped up and down with excitement.

"Again! Again!" She smiled, Jinx nodding her head and standing up as she took the small girl in her arms.

"Forget Sevika! You're stuck with me now!" She laughs, your sister nodding her head as she wrapped her arms around her neck. You smiled at them.

Walking up to them you gave Jinx a kiss on the cheek, the girl smiling as your sister pushed your face away from her.

"No! Mine now." She stated, hugging Jinx closer to her as Jinx's face grew smug. You shook your head, smiling.

Jinx was happy for now, she was content at this moment. Your sister wasn't so bad. Hopefully she would ruin it.

CAITLYN

Caitlyn liked kids

She thought they were adorable with a lot of curiosity

They reminded her of herself when young

She also had a younger sister she would take care of

It was to help her parents and because she loved her little sister

Her name was Briana, she was nine years old

Her parents had her when she was a bit older

She didn't mind though

She also met you after you had found her sister when she got lost

She thanked you heavily as she was worried to death for the girl

When you guys started dating her sister was around a lot

She at first didn't know what you thought of it, she was sorta nervous

But you never said anything about it

So she thought you liked her sister

But she always was bugged never having confirmation

Until one day she found you guys asleep

Caitlyn sighed, opening the door to your guys' apartment and hooked her coat over the rack hook.

She rolled her shoulders, sighing as she felt her shoulder pop. She went towards the hall, confused to where you were because she would usually be met with you as soon as she came home.

She got to your guys' bedroom, opening the door before freezing in the door frame.

She smiled after a moment, seeing the sight of her sister curled up on your side as you had an arm around her.

The blanket covering you guys was thrown half off the bed, both of you leaning against the headboard.

She shook her head, leaning against the door frame as she admired your sleeping face.

How did she get so lucky?

SEVIKA

She had a kid of her own

Sienna, she was four years old, she never planned on kids but somehow she ended up with one

But she never regretted her daughter

She loved her and she would do anything for her

That's why she was so stand offish towards you when you were first hired by Silco

Her daughter always hung around her while working

It was because her daughter hung around the bar a lot with her while she worked

It was because she knew she could give her the best protection, better than anyone else

But you got closer to Sevika

Not on your own, but because of Sienna

Sevika's boots thud against the wood of the stairs going down to the last drop. She had talked to Silco just now, a new mission was coming up and she had to go.

She hated those. She had to find someone to watch Sienna because even if she wanted to stay with her, she couldn't because this one was too dangerous.

She finally got to the last steps, looking around the bar. It was a slow day, nobody really coming in except for a few people. She finally heard the small giggle of her daughter.

Her giggle mixed in with the music in the bar and the stragglers of the bar's conversations.

She shook her head, a small smile gracing her features. A smile only for her daughter, she heard footsteps on the wood, confused as she looked up and saw Sienna.

But she wasn't alone, in the middle of the room you were with her.

She was on your hip, you spinning her around and dipping her to the music as her little carefree giggle melted her mothers heart.

You then set her down, twirling her around and crouching down to let her spin you the best she could.

Sienna then looked at Sevika, her eyes visible lighting up as she saw her mother. She smiled, waving her mom over as Sevika hesitated before walking over.

You looked at Sevika surprised, smirking at the woman as you silently held a hand out to her. She scoffed amusedly, taking the challenge and taking your hand as she spun you once.

You laughed. "Wow, Sevika knows how to dance?" You teased, the woman rolling her eyes and shaking her head with her own, dumb smirk on her face.

Sienna giggled, her plan had worked. She saw the way her mama looked at you. And she loved you too.

She threw herself full force at you and hugged your waist.

You laughed as you bent down and swayed back and forth with her. The girl on the tips of your feet as you helped her follow your step.

Sevika watched, amused. Her eyes follow you and her daughter with an unfamiliar feeling in her chest.

Maybe you would watch Sienna for her. Would give her a chance to talk to you more.

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g4l4xy-qu33n · 1 year

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Arcane Characters with an S/O that Loves Headpats/their Hair Being Played With <3

Characters included: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Mel, Sevika, Ambessa and Finn

A/N: Readers gender isn’t mentioned and can be whatever you would like. Their hair length isn’t mentioned either, and can also be whatever. This totally isn’t self-indulgent at all- Proofread by Nobody, and the tense changes a bunch but whatever. Also this isn't very long, I wanted to write this but had like no motivation.

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff and head pats :)

Jinx

When you told Jinx that you like head pats, she literally jumped at the chance to give you them

Jinx utilises her long nails and scratches your head with them

If she happens to just be walking by, she’ll pat or tap your head as she walks past

When cuddling, it’s nothing out of the ordinary for Jinx to kiss your head either

Jinx won't hesitate to bite your hair, and/or chew on it (it feels nice in her mouth)

Vi chuckled when you told her that you liked head pats

Since Vi has strong hands and arms, she can’t help it if she gets a little too rough when petting your head.

Vi tends to pat your head with quite a bit of force

She also enjoys ruffling your hair and making it all messy, no matter how long you spent on it

She likes scratching your head, even if she doesn’t have long nails

If stressed, Vi may occasionally gently pull on your hair

Caitlyn

Caitlyn was a tad flustered at the thought of patting your head, but she’d do anything to make you happy

She’s very gentle when petting you and runs her fingers down the back of your head

If she’s stressed, she may fidget with your hair by curling it around one of her fingers

You’re no stranger to receiving soft kisses on the back of your head when Caitlyn’s playing with your hair either

Ekko

Ekko was excited when you told him that you liked head pats, and had a goofy smile on his face for a little

Ekko knows that he has quite big hands, and isn’t afraid to use them when ruffling your hair

Like Vi, Ekko is strong, and may get a little too rough when patting your head if he’s zoned out

Ekko also isn’t embarrassed to tease you about liking head pats

Viktor

Viktor is a bit flustered after you told him you liked head pats, but as a scientist he isn’t opposed to trying new ways of affection with you

Just like everything, Viktor likes to take his time finding things out when trying something new, so at first his pats are soft and curious

Once he realises how you enjoy getting pet, then he will use that technique as much as possible

Eventually, Viktor warms up to the idea of planting soft kisses in your hair, but only occasionally, since he doesn’t want to spoil you too much

If he’s playing with your hair while he’s working, he may sometimes tap his fingers on your head in thought

Jayce

Jayce is completely fine with the idea of giving you head pats.

He loves it when you sit on his lap while he works, since then he has time to give you head pats.

Because of his big hands, it seems that his pats may be quite aggressive, but you would be mistaken

Jayce is gentle and soft when he pats your head

He may occasionally ruffle your hair (gently, as he doesn’t want to mess it up)

If he’s working, he would fidget with your hair

Silco

When you told Silco you like head pats, he scoffed and begrudgingly gave you them

In actual fact, Silco loves giving you head pats and does so whenever he can (which is most of the time)

He usually does long, slow caress like pats down the back of your head, which trail onto your neck.

He finds that the feeling of your hair on his palm and fingers is incredibly relaxing, and pats you when he’s stressed

He’d never say anything like that to your face though

Vander

Vander – as always – is completely open to the idea of giving you head pats, and immediately asked if you wanted any

Like Jayce, Vander may seem like his pats would be quite rough, but in actual fact, he’s incredibly soft and gentle with you

He would sometimes run his hand down your back as well as caressing your head

If you're feeling tired or sore, Vander would gladly massage your scalp during head pats

If you’re just joking around or having a laugh, Vander would ruffle your hair for fun

Mel

Mel is kind of surprised when you tell her that you like head pats, but is in no way opposed to the idea

When she actually started patting your head regularly, the feeling of your hair under her hand became a feeling she missed quite often

When Mel pats your head, she trails her fingers through your hair, and takes the time to carefully remove any knots that may be there

If your hair was intricately styled, Mel would take the time to make sure that she doesn’t mess it up by doing slow and gentle pats

Sevika

Sevika isn’t completely opposed to the idea of giving you head pats but whatever makes you happy?

She mainly just scoffs out of sarcasm and exasperation when you ask for head pats, but complies

She purposefully pats your head very rough and aggressive, no matter if it's styled or not

Sevika scruffs up your hair a lot, and uses her whole hand when she does it, making it all knotted

Sevika would also bonk you on the head for no reason

Ambessa

Ambessa gave you a small smile and quiet chuckle when you told her you like head pats

She mainly just messes up your hair, then fixes it over and over again

Ambessa also curls your hair around her fingers, which are quite big mind you-

She loves it when she makes your hair all fluffy and scruffy as well

Finn

Finn was shocked when you told him that you liked head pats, but immediately hid it and smirked

The pats that Finn does shouldn’t even be called pats, it more like he’s letting out his anger on your hair

He scruffs up your hair on purpose, and clenches it in his fist

Finn also tugs and pulls on your hair just for fun (and a little to annoy you)

He also may randomly just bonk your head with his hand or fist

tsym for reading this, it means so much to me!!! Also I'm open for requests for lists like these if you'd like to! (or a oneshot but I'm a bit too busy irl for those rn so you might have to wait a bit, sorry).

-galaxy <3

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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what would rough sex with ekko be like???

Amazing? Yeah, definitely that.

Pairing: Ekko x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, semi-public sex, praise, dirty talk, soft dom!Ekko

A/N: I really need to get back into writing more Arcane.

Ekko is never rough right off the bat, he prefers to ease into it, ease you into it

But he will tease you a lot before he gets to the rough stage of things

Either way he gets to see you squirm and hear you whine and moan

Uses a lot of praise during sex, even when he's being rough with you

Just because he is rough physically doesn't mean he has to be rough verbally too, plus the contrast elevates the experience in his opinion, the soft, honeyed words, coupled with the harsh, quick thrusts of his cock

"Look at that, look at how good you are at taking me. Never thought you'd do it in a cramped place like this, but here you are, barely arching into my cock yes, but still desperate to take it." Because of the small space in between buildings his mouth is directly against your ear, every words sending a warm, tickling feeling down your spine

Doing things like this here isn't that uncommon, especially for newer couples, still in their honeymoon phase, however there is some privacy provided, and the fact that you're trying very hard not to be heard

"It'll be out little secret, Firefly." Ekko loves to bite your ear as he talks, almost to a painful degree

A secret, you'll be his secret, him fucking you in an alleyway where people could see how good, how hard, your damn near euphoric of a time you're having, with your panties pooled around your ankles and your clothes in disarray

There's very little you wouldn't do for Ekko, clamping down on his cock as he pistons it in and out of you as your orgasm approaches is not one of them, even when you think you catch someone smirking from the corner of your eyes

"Just you and me here Firefly. You're doing amazing you hear me? Amazing. Couldn't ask for a better girlfriend then you." You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend

Ekko always takes his time finishing, even while he's ejaculating he never stops his thrusts but he tries to make the orgasm go on for as long as possible while fucking your next one out of you

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane smut #ekko x reader #ekko imagine #ekko headcanons #ekko smut #ekko x you #ekko x female reader #arcane x you #arcane x reader smut #arcane x female reader

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Could you do hcs with ekko with a s/o who loves to paint?

Of course!! This sounds so cute!!

A s/o who paints includes….

Ekko always has the softest and sweetest compliments for you when he sees your works

Providing for the others who don’t have much, but Ekko’s mood changes dramatically whenever he sees the bright colors of your art

The bleakness of the Undercity is such a contrast to your

You helped him by painting the mural to commemorate others (he got a bit teary-eyed)

If you have a habit of painting on yourself, Ekko likes to trace his fingers along your drawings/tattoos. It calms him down.

The others constantly vie for your attention, be it to paint their armor or to just see what you’ve created

Of course, you always notice Ekko first and foremost. His smug smile says it all 💕

#inbox requests #arcane x gender neutral reader #headcanons #ekko x y/n #arcane #my writing #arcane x you #writeblr #ekko arcane #arcane x y/n #ekko x you #arcane x reader #arcane league of legends #ekko x reader #arcane lol

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sonderessence · 5 months

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#. 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄. vi, caitlyn, jinx, & ekko.

#VIOLET / VI — female reader.

blood stains.

see you again. ( coming soon! )

i could be a better boyfriend than him. ( coming soon! )

#CAITLYIN — female reader.

coming soon...!

#JINX — gender neutral.

coming soon...!

#EKKO — female reader, gender neutral.

coming soon...!

#TAGLIST —

©sonderessence, 2023 — do not steal or copy works, seriously.

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finn-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Yo yo yo I have a mega request!!! Could I get some headcannons about Ekko with an ace spectrum reader (not sex repulsed but not willing to go further than undergarments) like some heqdcannons on what ekko would like and how he would react?

Thank you so so so much!!!!!!

More Than Enough

Intimacy is hard to come by in the rough streets of the Undercity. But with Ekko beside you, you find your way into each other's arms in all the ways you want.

Ekko x Reader

Fandom: Arcane

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Not very sexual, but a lot of mention of sexual intimacy.

Gender-Neutral Reader

I have a lot of thoughts about intimacy and romantic/sexual relationships that deviate from expectations. However, I am not personally asexual (I think? It's complicated) so take my writing with a grain of salt. -Finn

The undercity isn't exactly rife with the time and space for intimacy. Sex is for brothels and back alleys, Ekko tries to avoid both when he can.

So there's a solid chance that it would take a long time for any sexual situation to even come up. With how busy he is with the Firelights, much of your relationship is quick stolen kisses and falling asleep in each other's arms after long days.

The first time anything starts going further would be after a successful raid, with Ekko still riding the adrenaline high and finally having a moment to breathe. He kisses you like you're all the reward he could ask for after all his tireless work.

He's too careful with you for anything to get too far before you tell him what you are and aren't okay with. And he takes in the information like it's vital. It is, to him. You are, to him.

He's someone that wants to know all of the specifics of your boundaries before he tries anything again. It's so deeply important to him that you enjoy the way he interacts with you and touches you.

Big fan of having his hands on your sides under your shirt, just holding you. He likes the skin to skin contact.

He's very tactile in general with you when he has the chance. It's rare outside of the privacy of his room, but he loves just being able to touch you. It doesn't have to be sexual, he just wants you close.

That being said, whatever level of sexual interaction you want, he'll be very willing to indulge, given the proper time.

Ekko prefers the focus to be on you rather than him. He wants to make you feel good.

He checks in with you often, especially if you are trying something new. And he is willing to stop on a dime, no matter how riled up you get him.

Absolutely loves having your hands on his skin. If you give him a massage, not only will you realize how ridiculously stiff all of his muscles are from the consistent stress, but he will also melt under your hands.

He really enjoys just having you close to him and being able to kiss you, long and slow. If that's all it is, that's more than enough. He wouldn't trade it for the world.

Please make him nap with you. He needs it.

Ekko adores you to the moon and back. So long as he gets to make you happy, the details don't have to matter.

#finnwrites #arcane x reader #arcane ekko #ekko x you #ekko x reader #ekko #ekko arcane #arcane #headcanons

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ilovechuuyakjk · 1 year

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I urgently need Arcane requests, mainly from Ekko

I'm already ready to see him in season two

#arcane x reader #arcane #ekko arcane #ekko x reader #ekko league of legends #ekko imagines #ekko x you #vi arcane #arcane jinx #arcane imagines #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn league of legends

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am-i-interrupting · 11 months

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Hiiiiiiiiiii

If you still want Arcane requests, maybe a reader with insomnia? Maybe staying up late with character(s) or whoever you want to write for. Coming to you from my brain running on 3 hours of sleep :)

Caitlyn

She has a habit of staying up late as well but not more than an hour or two past when she should have gone to sleep.

Normally she’ll try to drag you to bed and if you really can’t sleep she’ll ask you to read to her.

Sometimes she’ll wake up if you get out of bed.

In those instances she’ll wrap the blanket around herself and trudge through the house looking for you.

When she finds you, she’ll make a cup of tea and try to drink it beside you but normally ends up falling asleep against your shoulder.

Ekko

He’s either bone tired by the time it comes to the time to sleep or he’s staying up working on something.

Normally he’ll get to a point where he physically doesn’t have the energy to keep working.

When it comes to that he’ll pull you away from whatever you’re doing and maybe grab a ball, something to wear both of you down, to toss around while you have a conversation.

Some of your most meaningful conversations have come from the two of you sleep deprived and trying to wind down.

Jinx

Midnight rants are nothing new for either of you.

Jinx has trouble sleeping in general so you having similar problems just gives her more time to spend with you.

Sometimes you stay up working on your separate projects.

Occasionally she’ll read to you or vice versa.

When the sun goes down is the best time to get and give manicures so either you’re painting and shaping her nails or she’s holding your hand in a touch so delicate it’s like she’s afraid you’ll break as she ever so carefully does yours.

Silco

He’s normally going to stay awake longer than you doing work. It’s a rare occurrence that the opposite happens.

When those do though, he’ll come over to you with a glass of alcohol or tea that he intends for you to steal and drape himself over your backside.

He’ll place the drink down and start tracing all over your body as he tries to coax you to bed.

Some nights end in massages as he speaks words in a tone which seems to be made specifically to lull you to sleep.

Other nights may end in more strenuous activities and well, he wasn’t going to complain.

Viktor

Most nights Viktor spends in the lab until he falls asleep and if he’s not in the lab then he’s in his home with notes sprawled out.

Some nights though, the chronic disabilities creep up and make him too tired to do the work he normally does and if you’re awake on those nights he’ll try to stay awake with you.

He’ll ask you questions about whatever it is that has been taking up space in your mind and genuinely want to know the answer.

He’ll try his best to listen and if you ask him the next day what you talked about he’ll be able to recite things up until he fell asleep so his interest is genuine.

On those days though, he’ll normally fall asleep leaned up against you and it’s left to you to help him get to bed properly.

#ekko arcane x reader #ekko x reader #jinx arcane x reader #jinx x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader #ekko x you #jinx x you #viktor x you #caitlyn kiramman x reader #silco arcane x reader #silco x you #silco x reader #Caitlyn kiramman x you

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jusstya · 1 year

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FORMAS DE FLERTAR, imagine Ekko;

edição simples, feita com os aplicativos 'PicsArt' e a finalização feita pelo CapCup;

a classificação indicativa da oneshot é +16 pelos simples fato de que que há tensão sexual, e eu sou precavido com relação a esse tipo de coisa;

antes que alguém me pergunte, na história ambos os personagens, isto é, tanto o Ekko, quanto a Reader, tem mais de dezoito anos;

a história não tem um arco de arcane que se passa oficialmente. é só algo simples, bobo, fofo, que eu fiz para descontrair e tentar escrever com o personagem;

dito isso, sipnose e links abaixo!

┊ ✧. ໒｡ 𝑺 𝑰 𝑵 𝑶 𝑷 𝑺 𝑬・｡ﾟ･

Você acordou milagrosamente cedo, e Ekko um pouco mais tarde do que o habitual. Graças a isso, ambos se perdem nas conversas matutinas de sempre, ao mesmo tempo em que tentam ter um momento apenas para vocês, apreciando a companhia um do outro.

link disponível no Spirit Fanfics: clique aqui!

link disponível para o Wattpad: clique aqui!

É isso, espero que gostem da oneshot!

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 8 months

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Could you possibly write for ekko with a s/o who has wings and has many not really human qualities that show in show in the way they show him affection. Like their wings fluff up around ekko, tend to try to trap him in their wings, they bring him loads of shiny random items, and they subconsciously tend to sniff him to see where he's been or just to enjoy his scent

(Sorry if this is weird!)

(its not weird and I'm glad to do it! Sorry for taking so long but enjoy!)

Ekko x Winged!Reader

This is actually so cute and I love this and so would Ekko

Ekko has seen a LOT in the Undercity, but someone with wings?

That's a new one that not even he can not gawk at

It's not a bad thing, he's more in awe of you than shock

He wants to know everything and anything about yourself and how your wings formed

Don't leave out any details because he has so many questions and never looks away as you talk

He finds it so cool

He loves to fly by your side on the hoverboards and have little races or who can go up the highest

I feel like he would fall off the hoverboard on purpose just for you to catch him

He loves feeling the sensation of your wings

And when he hears the familiar flapping of them his heart races because he knows it's you coming to see him

Ekko loves any affection, really

Baby boy is touch starved as you can tell

So you liking to wrap your wings around his is actually very comfortable

He loves the way you just hug him and add the wings around him like a cacoon

He teases you a bit on wanting to be so close to him but if you dare pull away he is not letting you go

He loves collecting the feathers that fall from your wings if they do

He keeps them as little keychain things all around his room or as decoration or just in his pocket as a little good luck charm

When he walks up to you and he sees your wings fluff up he gets so happy

Especially when he sneaks up on you and when you see him they fluff up

Boy feels so loved and is so happy

You bringing him shiny little items confused him for a bit I won't lie

But he thought they were cute and he likes the gesture so he kept them all

They're all over his room, his desk, and even as a little decorative little thing in the hoverboard or on the chain to his pocket watch

You giving him small gifts is the highlight of his day because he knows you picked them out just for him

You sniffing him he finds funny though

He smells good and you can't resist it

He also teases you about smelling him so badly as well

He'll get like different cologne or something and he'll see if you get it right as a little game

He loves sleeping with you with your wings around him I bet

He's in a warm cocoon he will never leave

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@FensDelight @kaorussgf

#arcane headcanon #arcane reader #arcane x reader #arcane #ekko x reader #arcane ekko x reader #arcane ekko #ekko arcane #ekko #ekko x y/n #ekko x you #ekko x jinx

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uraveragelonelyhuman · 1 year

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Ekko, Vi, Caitlyn & Viktor x S/o with Amnesia

EKKO

he doesn't know how it happened or why

He just gets angry though

Not at you, at himself and the universe

How could this happen to you

And why you out of everyone?

He loved you and I think he somehow blames himself

He'll try to hell and back to get your memories back

He's heartbroken when you woke up and asked the dreaded question

"Who are you?"

He felt like his entire heart cracked and his stomach just dropped

It was you but not you at the same time

You didn't remember him or anything

He tries to help you or be around you without being sad but its hard

He'll help you around and help you with things you struggle with

Eventually when you get better at things he'll be happy

Still sad though

After sometime he starts losing some hope but refuses to fully give up

And one day he just finds you and you look so happy

He was confused until you told him you remembered everything

It was after you found a gift he had given you when you guys were kids

It was accompanied by a photo of you two as kids

It felt like everything snapped into place

He swore he felt like he was about to pass out

He hugged you so tight you felt like you were about to pass out

Shed some tears shamelessly

He was so happy he had you back

Please never scare him like that again

She was extremely confused

When you woke up and asked her

"Who are you?"

She thought it was a joke

Kept telling you

"I'm Vi, you're girlfriend?"

She felt like her world crashed down

She only had you left, you couldn't just lose your memory just like that

When she found out for sure you had amnesia, she had no clue what to do

One thing she wanted to do was comfort you

But you didn't know who she was

And that crushed her, you had been stuck by the hip since you were young

Everything felt wrong without having you by her side

She helps you with things, doesn't want you to get worse

She gets to know you as you are now

It's painful more than comforting

You don't remember her, how you met, your friends or anything

She feels like something is always missing

She subconsciously does things that remind her of you or sometimes forgets you have amnesia

And when she remembers it feels like she heard that dreaded question over and over in her head

And one day she was just sitting around and you came running over

You then hugged her, you of course hugged her back but she was confused

Until you told her you were you again

She froze for a second before practically picking you off your feet entirely

She felt like crying out of relief

She had you back

And you in whole

She felt whole again, please, never ever do that again

CAITLYN

She's shocked

She's scared at the same time

Could you get worse? Could something else happen to you?

"Who are you?"

Her smile slowly faded from her face as she held your hand after you had woken up

She had waited hours or even days or weeks for you to wake up

She thought she would feel over the moon but you looked at her confused

Like you had never met her before

And it rocked her to her core

As the doctor explained you had amnesia she had to leave the room for a bit

Not gonna lie, she cried

It felt like you had died and someone had replaced you

She wanted to hug you but was afraid you would be uncomfortable

When she helped you, she reminded you of things you used to do or things you guys loved doing together

She then would look at your face as you just looked confused

It felt like her world went quiet all over again

You didn't remember things you always used to do

Or places you went or dates

It felt like someone was in your body or your memory haunted her

It overwhelmed her

And it wasn't on purpose, but she ended up avoiding you entirely

Felt guilty when she realized it but it was to painful

One day you were somewhere you guys loved

Maybe the part, a cafe you frequented or a library

It felt like everything snapped in and the memories flooded in

You went running to her and when you found her you cried

She thought you were hurt and forgot about the amnesia

You kept blurting out random things but she just got that you remembered

And she remembered the amnesia, but you remembered now

She felt so relieved

She almost cried right there and then

She was probably on the job

But who cares?

She hugged you back so tight

She made a promise to herself never to lose you

And to protect you so that it never happened again

VIKTOR

He didn't want to believe it

He had health issues himself

But for you to have this happen to you?

You didn't deserve that

Wanted to crawl into a hole right there and then when you woke up

"Who are you?"

Your question rang in his ear every second of every day after it happened

He avoided you, he didn't even know it though

he spent all his time in the lab once again

You never really saw him after that day when the doctor told you both you had amnesia

He grew more determined over time to maybe find something to help you remember

He wanted you back

It was like you were a shell of yourself

You weren't you, the person he loved and the one that helped him through everything

He was so fucking desperate to get you back

He even resorted to finding Singed once again

Eventually he was in the lab one day and you came barreling in the door

He jumped as you hugged him

You blurted out you remembered

He froze and stood still, even when he began to cry

You even checked on him to see if he was okay

He didn't answer, he just hugged you back and cried silently into your shoulder

He had you back

You weren't gone forever

He didn't lose you

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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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⤝Writober - Week ⤞

[NdA]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is the sign you’ve been looking for.

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

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

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

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

"What does it mean"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is the sign you’ve been looking for.

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

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

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

"What does it mean"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I’ll marry you now, I swear."

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

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

"Say it again..."

"My wife"

"Once again..."

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

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

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

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

Scream so loud and desperate you get goosebumps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just want to sleep.

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

Your eyes close.

And everything fades black.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod. Excellent argument, no doubt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I’m not angry, Jayce"

"I know, but I also know that-"

"Jayce"

"I know… but…"

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

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

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

"I love you."

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

"I love you too"

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

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

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

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

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

Click.

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

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

"This is where the magic happens."

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

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

"Is... isn’t there gravity?"

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

"Aren’t you coming?"

"How?"

"Jump. Just jump."

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

"This is embarrassing"

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

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

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

▶Writober Day 5 “Sinners” [Marcus]

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sweats.

Swallows.

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

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

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

You want to kill him.

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

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

Rich people have no taste nor imagination.

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

Pathetic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The underground city is breathing.

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

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

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

The throat knot prevents you from finishing the song.

God, you’re so ungrateful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now there are no questions, the mass has begun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"drunk enough to say I love you?"

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

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

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

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

"What do you think, does that count?"

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