#Mel medarda headcanons

[pathetic-sapphic]

Arcane women + milfs (gimme ALL the ladies 😏) when their S/O runs away after a particularly bad argument...ugh I'm a whore for angst

Nuh-uh, JINX isn't letting you go anywhere, she won't let you run. Even if you're so insistent of leaving, she'll secretly follow you. She tells herself it's just to make sure you're safe. But it's also because she wants to make sure you aren't leaving her for good. Everyone abandons her but she won't let you, you can't- She thinks to herself as she chases you. As soon as Jinx catches up to you, she pulls you into a hug, clinging to you as if her life depends on it and sobbing into your shoulder.

''I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I said but you can't leave! Don't leave me, please... I'll do anything, just stay! P-please, trinket, I'll be good, I'll listen! You're all I have... If I lose you, I lose everything. So just... stay.''

VI also isn't letting you storm off. She knows she should give you some space but she just can't deal with you leaving in tears. She chases after you, pulling you into a quiet hug. You don't have to say anything, no need to apologize, just don't cry... Vi wants you to feel safe with her and trust her. And that means staying when things are bad and not hiding from her. Just let her hold you for a bit, let her dry your tears, you can talk it all out later.

''Hey, no! I'm not letting you leave! Come on, come here, baby. I know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. No, no, don't cry, it's okay. I've got you, it's okay, just let me hold you for a bit. You know I hate seeing you sad, babe. I'm here.''

As much as she dislikes it, CAITLYN gives you some space. But she won't let you cry alone for long. If you don't come to her then she's coming to you first. Caitlyn doesn't mind taking the first step if it means she can see you smile again. She finds you in the garden, sniffling and silently crying on a bench. She takes a seat beside you, laying her hand on top of yours before intertwining your fingers together and lifting your connected hands so she can press a kiss against your knuckles. It's her way of letting you know that everything is going to be okay.

''There you are, I was looking all over for you. Hey... I know I said some things, things I shouldn't have said to you. I'm sorry, my dear. Could you ever forgive me for acting like a complete fool? Oh, thank goodness, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. We're going to be okay, my love, I promise you.''

MEL can be surprisingly stubborn and wants you to come to her first. Will spend some time pouting and thinking back on your fight but refuses to apologize first. But when the thought of your dejected face and the image of tears running down her cheeks plagues her thoughts, making her unable to do any work, she decides to swallow her pride and make the first move. She invites you over to dinner at her place, where she spoils and pampers you with good food and sincere compliments. She feels bad about your fight and tries to show you just how much she regrets it. However, she knows that words mean just as much as actions, maybe even more in a situation like this and does her best to apologize to you.

''My love... I hope that this evening was enough to convince you of how sorry I am. it hurt to see you like that and knowing that it was my fault... I just couldn't bear it. I love you and I want you by my side, always. That means through good and bad. Thank you for giving me another chance, I love you.''

SEVIKA lets you leave, for both her sake and yours. She knows she has a nasty temper and uses your absence as an opportunity to calm down. The last thing she wants is to hurt you or say something she doesn't mean. When you don't come back after some time, she sets off to find you and once she does, be ready to discover a whole new side of Sevika. She feels so bad for arguing with you and you swear she has never been so gentle or looked so out of place as she stutters out an apology to you. It's so endearing, you know how new this is for her and you can see how hard she's trying. She's so relieved when the two of you reconcile and pulls you into a loving bear hug, pressing a kiss against your hair.

''Hey. Look, you're mad at me, I get that. You have every right to be. What I did was shitty and I shouldn't have acted like that, I'm not angry with you for leaving and I guess I'm trying to say that... I'm sorry, y-you were right. I was totally unfair to you but... can you please come home? I-I can't sleep alone in our bed, it just doesn't feel right without you. You will? Thank fuck, I love you so much, babygirl. I'll make it up to you, I swear.''

Oh, GRAYSON absolutely hates fighting with you and does whatever she can to avoid it. But, arguments in a relationship are inevitable and she feels her heart break as you storm out of your shared apartment. She lets out a sigh and hangs her head low. It wasn't your fault that you fought, she was just on edge and stressed out from work but that didn't mean she could take it out on you. She gives you time, preparing dinner to surprise you when you come back. As soon as she hears the front door opening sometime later in the evening, Grayson wastes no time before rushing to pick you up into her arms, apologizing as she presses kisses against your face, ushering you into the warm apartment and out of the cold winter street.

''My love, you're back! I-I'm so sorry, it wasn't your fault! I've been so stressed out with work and-and the situation with the Undercity has been getting worse and Marcus has been driving me crazy but none of that is your on you. You're always doing whatever you can to help me and I'm sorry for acting that way towards you. Come now, let me pamper you tonight, I want to spoil you properly, my dear.''

As poised as CASSANDRA tends to be, she is also not the most patient partner when it comes to quarrels. She always needs to have the final word and can appear uncaring, which frustrates you to no end. At first she scoffs when you leave, figuring you were just being dramatic. But eventually, she starts replaying your argument in her mind and sees just how unfair and rude she acted towards you. Finds you sulking in the lounge room and wastes no time before she sits next to you and pulls you into her embrace. Apologizing doesn't come easy to her and Janna knows it's too late for her to change but... for you, she's willing to try.

''I'm sorry, darling. I was so wrapped up in my own mind that I didn't even try to pay attention to your perspective or feelings. It was never my intention to hurt you or make you feel ignored. I know I can be hard to deal with at times, but I swear I'll do my best to change. For you, I'm willing to do anything. Good, I love you, let me hold you for a bit, yes?''

Oh boy, AMBESSA is so damn stubborn and a tough nut to crack. She will defend her point until the end and eventually forget who she's even arguing with. She'll talk to you as if you're a political opponent, not her partner. Is seething when you leave, thinking of you as weak. But she cannot deny the way her heart sinks when you don't show up for dinner. She lays in bed alone that night, thinking of how stupid she's acted towards you. Eventually she cannot take it anymore and goes out into the balcony to have a drink, hoping it will help clear her mind. That's when she spots you, crying your heart out in the garden. The sight of your tears is the only motivation she needs to run down and, before you can even register it, she's towering over you. Seeing your puffy, crying face spurs her on to pick you up, holding you in her tight embrace as she whispers apologies into your ear.

''I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my love. I should have never said those things. I love you so much and I'm sorry for being so bad at showing it. Let me carry you to a warm bath and then to bed, you're freezing. I love you too, sweet thing. I'm so sorry for making you think otherwise.''

[loveaetingkids]

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[lullabyes22-blog]

Le Rite sacré de l'amour magique - The Sacred Ritual of Magical Love.

Mild NSFW

I feel so sad whenever I read about how this scene was 'cringe' and 'unnecessary' and 'awkward' - given it's visually and narratively a feast of subtext, and full of delicious tidbits about the essential nature of Hex-tech as a magical system.

It also wonderfully highlights the fusion of a pure source powered by the crystallization of celestial bodies with the viscerality of blood as a sacrificial link to esoteric knowledge - but at the cost of forfeiting one's 'tether' to humanity.

We have Viktor literally having a brush with death and nearly transcending the physical plane, while the Hex-gem takes away his life force and infuses it into its internal matrix - a literal melding between man and magic that, sadly, also requires the forfeiture of his fundamental humanity.

All while simultaneously, Jayce and Mel are making love, in a gorgeously animated sequence which is allllll about prioritizing female pleasure (and showing a female orgasm onscreen in a PG-13 kids' show - like, y'all, that takes balls, given if it were a mainstream Hollywood film, it'd earn an NC-17 rating or get slapped with a big ol' R for its trouble.)

And there's so many wonderful interpretive lenses we can apply to the juxtaposition between Viktor and Jayce - all while sex, death and magic are happening onscreen. On one level it represents Jayce's seduction, and by proxy corruption, at the hands of Mel - all while the Hex-core is corrupted by human blood that belongs to a man who has grown up in toxic environs and carries their lived legacy in his body to the point it's killing him from the inside out.

And on the other hand, we can see it as a divergence between the two routes of magical power as a means to channel transcendent knowledge - one through the brutal solitude of Viktor's path, which will ultimately set him in Machine Herald territory, and have him casting off his 'earthly ties' - right down to everything that makes him human. For him, the Hex-core is knowledge to be penetrated and absorbed, and its secrets require a sacrifice of the highest order. And on the other hand, we have Mel and Jayce literally melding together with astral imagery in the background, to show a different route that magic allows one to take, namely where two life-forces come together and engender something sublime between them (or possibly even make a baby? It's a popular fan theory and I can certainly see the potential.)

Magic, for Arcane, seems to be a means of interconnecting different facets into a unified whole (not unlike the way the series mirrors and makes parallels between a host of characters and circumstances, almost like they're different faces of a Hex-gem). And this scene sums up so powerfully what that system of science and magic is about - and the extreme highs and lows it can take you to.

And of course, right at the heels of this intense interplay between sex and death, two different types of la petite mort, we have the ultimate confluence between the two:

Rebirth.

And who better to embody it than two characters who carry their dead selves behind them like corpses shackled to their heels, in different ways?

Tbh I read these scenes as a trilogy for explaining Arcane's magic system - with Jinx being that final spark - literally the Powder - that blasts Hex-tech in all its destructive and yet empowering potential wide open.

Also a separate aside, I find this scene way more uncomfortable than the earlier two, simply because the interactions between Silco and Jinx are so fraught and charged. The first time you watch it, there's that almost-kiss Gotcha! that makes you spit-take, like: Wait are they...? And then the whiplash is so extreme because in a blink it goes from uncomfortably full of romantic undercurrents to strangely tender, verging on reverent. A moment of perfect and pure trust between two monsters whose entire conception of trust has been trampled into shards that they now use to cut others with.

But for me the pinnacle is this scene.

Other fan theories have also stated that they see Jinx as sort of the unwitting embodiment of the Hex-crystal's power paired with the dark potency of Shimmer, and for me this is one of the biggest visual metaphors. This girl, caught in a blissful gyre of fulfillment and serene frenzy, unmade and then remade, as she deciphers the codes of the Hex-gem and feels, for the first time, at one with herself and with her potential to unlock secrets and usher in miracles.

And madness, too, but that's a whole 'nother analysis.

tl;dr - Please Fortiche. Release an art book. I will shell out the big bucks<3

[funnyscienceman]

so i made some relationship charts

[demigoddessqueens]

gift for you

Headcanons of you getting them a personalized gift…

Jayce

He thinks it’s so sweet and cute of you to think about him in that way. Chances are he pulls you into a tight bear hug with a jovial “thank you!”

Mel

She’s completely surprised that you thought of something so nice for her. It’s not common she gets such intimate gifts, but the idea you think of her that way makes her slightly blush.

Viktor

If you ever got him a personal gift, he feels like the luckiest person in the city. So proud of it and either has it with him at all times, or has it front and center on his desk in the lab’s study.

[fanandfiction]

For Lunch

How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out... (part 2)

Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?

AN: Surprise, I live! One minute I’m having a manic episode, writing every day for a whole two weeks, the next thing I know 4 months go by and my will to live has been completely nonexistent. Don’t you fear though bc low incomes got your back and for the time being I’ve got my ✨sparkle✨ back! (take your medication kids! you wouldn’t have it if you didn’t need it!)

Word Count: 2.06k words

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Cheating, Overstimulation, Jayce is a switch lmao, Threesome, F/F/M, Mild Exhibitionism, Mild Voyeurism, Spanking, Corruption kink, Mild Dubious Consent.

Characters: F! Reader, Jayce (ft Mel), Cassandra, Silco, Vi. (You can tell who my favorites are 😣)

THERE IS NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Cassandra sips a glass of red wine from her office balcony most mornings. As the councilwoman’s secretary, you usually scurry around the office or run small errands for her in the city.  Some days, when her silly little husband or naive daughter works her nerves just right, Cassandra needs to release her pent-up frustration. That’s where you come in. It’s your job to alleviate her stress and workload; what better way to relieve stress than having your secretary bent over your desk for brunch? You were always so good to her, never causing her the stress her daughter did, always willing to try the things her husband would shy away from.

One of Cassandra’s dainty gloved hands massages your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as her other hand is lodged in your sopping pussy, slowly fucking you with her long, slender fingers. It’s a privilege to have an audience with the councilwoman like this, so if you want to cum, you must beg for her, she says. At the same time, she’ll exhale lightly against your clit, teasing you all the more. You have no choice but to beg for her, not that you weren’t seconds away from dissolving in a blubbering mess anyway. The stimulation from her fingers alone was divine, but they were nowhere near enough to get you close to the edge. So you do, like a pathetic little puppy, you beg for her. You plead for her to let her anger and frustration out on you.

            “Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Use me, give me all your stress. I’ll take it, all of it.” 

 If Cassandra’s feeling nice, she’s quick to give you what you asked so nicely for.  She’ll move you to your back with your legs spread to make it easier on her own - you will never catch the counselor on her knees for anyone. She’s quick to press her de-gloved fingers back into your pulsing entrance, her mouth joining them this time, nibbling and suckling your clit. You try your hardest not to scream in pleasure- the last thing you want to do is alert someone to what is happening. But with all her stimulation, you can feel yourself tumbling toward the edge. Failure is inevitable, and you moan loudly when your orgasm consumes you. 

Cassandra slows for maybe a minute as you're coming to, your pussy is pulsing around her fingers, and you’re trying to flinch away from how sensitive you feel, but she’s not stopping. She chuckles into you, steadying you with her free hand, “I’m still very frustrated, my dear. And we haven’t even gotten to the main course. I’m afraid you might need to readjust my schedule after lunch.” 

Jayce would have you at the grand table in the conference hall after a relatively gruesome meeting. He would claim that after such a long boring conference, he needed a snack- he was “just absolutely famished.” You were quick to offer yourself to him, and he wasn’t hesitant to accept your offer. Jayce happily lapped at your cunt, savoring your juices almost as if he had been without food and water for weeks. There was nothing more Jayce wanted than to taste your sweet release, and he had you close to cumming relatively quickly. Jayce is incredibly skilled with his mouth; while his tongue works dutifully, leaving long broad strokes through your folds, one of his hands stimulates your clit. His thumb circles it without remorse, and you’re sure you’re falling apart then and there. But to your surprise and dismay, he halts his movements. 

“Well, don’t stop now that you’ve gotten caught,” Councilwoman Medarda stood tall and as elegant as ever in the doorway. You didn’t hear her come in. In shock, you try to get up, but Jayce halts you. Heeding her wishes, Jayce continues, holding you in place with his free hand. 

“I- Councilwoman- I-I’m sorry!” You squeak, trying to shuffle away from the persistent counselor between your legs. 

She strolls into the room, her hips delightfully swaying as she makes her way to join you. “Don’t be. You’re not the one in trouble- What a good aide you’ve been, helping this greedy dog get his fix,” Mel says. She stands in the inner portion of the table, near your head, peering down at you. She reaches down and begins gently massaging your breasts. “I think if the poor dog wants to eat so bad, we should let him eat, and eat, and eat until his heart's content.” 

There's no time for you to ponder or even process what she means. Your first orgasm comes crashing over you as Jayce takes your clit between his lips and pushes his fingers into your dripping heat. He doesn’t stop, and you can quickly feel the familiar tension returning in your lower abdomen. You attempt and fail to choke back sobs from the overstimulation. His fingers thrust in and out of you with remarkable precision and consistency. As you cum a second time, Mel comforts you by wiping the sweat from your brow and cooing gently in your ear. “There, there. If you waste all your tears night now, you won’t have any for the main event.”

Silco was a busy, busy man. It’s hard work running the undercity and raising a daughter with a loaded, trauma-filled past. So naturally, after a relatively long week of chem barron negotiations that went virtually nowhere, Silco’s patience was wearing thin. He didn’t have time to entertain you or put up with your bratty antics. That, however, has never stopped you, and you don’t take neglect from your beloved too well. If anything, it makes it ten times harder on Silco. You ramp up your brattiness and constantly interrupt his work until he snaps, deciding nothing can move forward until you’re punished. 

Paper and pens are strewn off his large oak desk in seconds, and your body replaces them just as quickly. You're bent over the cold surface, standing on the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him. Your knuckles pale as your grip tightens in anticipation around the edge of the desk. “Is this what you wanted, my attention?” Silco says as he makes quick work of discarding your undergarments. You hum “yes” happily when the cool air hits your sopping cunt. 

“Well, now you’ve got it, my little dove,” he says, groping and massaging the globes of your ass. Don’t be fooled. Silco isn’t letting you off scot-free. Not after all the strife you’ve caused him. His right hand lifts from your ass, and before you have time to register what he might do with it, it’s coming back down hard against your behind. You let out a surprised squeak, tensing when Silco grabs the tingling flesh.  

“ Count them,” he says simply. With little warning, the next one comes down as ruthlessly as the first. 

One, two, three, four, five. You heed his command and count each one. Every harsh slap is heavy and quick, causing your breath to become quick and shallow. 

Your ass is on fire, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from clenching desperately around nothing. As Silco harshly squeezes your burning flesh, his thumb makes its way to massage your tight button hole and your pussy entrance, teasing you. You whine and whither in his grasp. “Do you need something?” Silco’s low vibrato causes shivers to run down your spine. 

“ I need you, please,” you whimper pathetically. 

“We’ll get there, dove…Right now, we’re teaching you a thing or two about patience,” You can feel Silco’s warm breath graze against your entrance. “Keep counting.” He says as laps at your pussy.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. He slaps your neglected left side just as aggressively as the other. Both sides tingle, radiating heat as Silco devours you. It’s hard for you to focus, but you manage all while grinding back into Silco’s mouth. 

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Silco can tell you’re close by how you tense around his tongue, and your legs start quivering. He moves to suck on your sensitive clit, and you grind backward onto his nose. Moments later you're tipping over the edge, Silco guiding you through every second of pleasure. 

Once you’ve caught your breath, Silco retreats, you don’t dare to move or get up. You hear him lick his wet lips and the metal buckle of his pants come undone. “Now onto the main course, my dove.” 

Due to her hostile nature, Vi had spent the first several years of her sentence alone within the concrete walls of Stillwater. The only human interaction she’d had was between meal times when the guards would bring her a tray of gray slop and stale bread or during hygiene hour when she is granted daily access to the showers. One day that changed, instead of being delivered the usual atrocity that was lunch, you’re delivered. Whether it be because her behavior improved or because the prison had reached a certain capacity, Vi didn’t know. When she got a good look at you, she quickly decided she was grateful to have a new cellmate either way. 

This innocence radiated from you, something Vi craved and hadn’t had for a long time. Something about you just screams, “she doesn’t belong here.” There's no way you were in this shit hole on anything more than petty charges, false ones even, Vi pondered. 

You fall into your place in the natural hierarchy so easily as well. Vi didn’t have to fight or intimidate you for anything. She was in charge from the beginning. Food, necessities- anything she asks of you, you give her. You never ask much of it. She kept peering guards off your back and ensured no bigger fish came to snatch you up. Although, maybe you should’ve been more aware of the peering eyes just behind you or the monster sleeping above you, waiting for the perfect moment to devour you whole. 

Before long, the tension you seem too naive to notice becomes almost overbearing for Vi. She’d asked you to scrub her down in the shower, wash her hair, and dry her off. You had done so dutifully, assuming the way she twitched beneath your fingers was due to stress and fatigue. It wasn’t until you found yourself face down against the cool bathroom counter and stripped of your lower garments that you considered anything else. 

“V-Vi!?” you stammer. Alarmed, you begin to thrash, trying desperately to face your cellmate. Only you find it’s futile. With one hand, Vi has your arms in a firm, unrelenting hold behind your back. 

“So innocent, so precious,” She drags out her words like a snake, grabbing and massaging your bare ass with her free hands. “I could just eat you whole.” 

Vi leaves you with no time to ponder her words before her warm mouth finds your cunt. She moans loudly at the taste sending vibrations coursing through you. You try to fight her, but your resolve is already weakening drastically, and your thrashing only serves to push you further into her warmth. 

“Mmh,” she hums. “You taste even better than I imagined.” 

“Please…” you whimper. 

“Please what? Do you want more?” She teases. Before you have time to deny her accusations, two of her fingers join her mouth, thrusting into your dripping hole. The feeling immediately shatters what’s left of your will to fight back. Kitten-like mews and whorish whimpers erupt from your throat. 

“There, there,” she coos, as your walls tense and un-tense tightly around her fingers. She can tell you’re close already.

Her mouth finds its way to your sensitive clit, and she begins sucking hard. With the combined efforts of her mouth and fingers, you're cumming in no time. Screaming out her name as your release finds you, your juices spill down Vi’s face. 

When she stands, her reflection in the mirror serves as your only method of looking at her. She wears a proud smirk on her face, watching as you pant and twitch beneath her. “What a good little slut you are. When we are done, everyone in Stillwater will know who you belong to.”

Next part- For Dinner - Set to include: Sevika, Renata Glasc, Finn, Jinx, Ambessa Medarda

[chairwritexv]

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[ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ]

ᴊɪɴx

jinx accidentally hurting reader during a spiral

reader (jinx’s sibling) sacrifices themself in place of jinx

jinx’s reaction to reader getting beat up

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vi’s reaction to reader getting beat up

ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴇᴋᴋᴏ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴍᴇʟ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ

cutting silco’s hair

reader (silco’s child) sacrifices themself in place of jinx

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𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴍʏʟᴏ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴄʟᴀɢɢᴏʀ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

[satan-plundered-our-oceans]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ arcane masterlist ꒱ ˎˊ˗

~ a masterlist for my arcane fanfics ~

vi

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

just keep driving (vi x gn!reader, jinx x gn!reader)

jinx

get jinxed (jinx x f!reader)

just keep driving (vi x gn!reader, jinx x gn!reader)

sevika

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

mel

n/a

jayce

n/a

viktor

n/a

silco

n/a

vander

n/a

caitlyn

n/a

ekko

n/a

[saeneryis]

A Night to Remember

Includes: Viktor x Reader (gn) Tags: nsfw, finger sucking, gn reader, porn with plot, eventual smut, wholesome, pinning, viktor doms you yes, casual drinking.

Summary: Parties were never really your favorite thing; but giving into Mel's request, you decide to attend, and keep your lover Viktor some warm company. What is bound to happen when passion begins boiling between you two lovebirds?

"May the celebration begin!" The dazzling councilwoman exclaimed, before the room was consumed over a wave of glasses clanking together in unison. You found yourself sitting in one of the nearby tables, toying with the flowery petals that decorated the extravagant-looking centerpiece. "I thought you weren't coming." Butterflies fluttered inside of you as you saw Viktor quickly come down from behind the stage towards your table, and approached to kiss your cheek. "Never thought these kind of events were really your cup of tea." He sat down. "Well..

At the core, you've never been an enjoyer of social gatherings of this size and caliber. "I don't have a place there." You insisted to Mel as she rummaged through your wardrobe. It's not like it was going to work anyways; everyone, incluiding you, seemed to always give into her requests. The thought of her being some kind of sorceress with mind control powers has crossed your mind before, but you'd rather not focus on such impossible things this early in the morning.

Placing her hand close to your shoulder, the councilwoman gave you a comforting smile. "Well, I still think you should be present. Viktor's coming too, you know... And.. I believe you two are very fond of each other.. isn't that correct?" "I-" "Give it a chance, darling. You'll look just as beautiful as starlight." Medarda pulled a particularly elegant outfit from inside the closet. Adorned with a radiant smile, she posed herself on your left. "What do you say?"

"So you said yes, I presume..?" A snarky look emerged from Viktor's face as he turned around at you, to which, you gleefully responded to with the most extreme display of annoyance you have ever showed to anyone.

"What makes you think that, Vik?"

A chuckle escaped from his mouth. "Seeing you standing in front of me, looking as beautiful as you ever were." Your expression shifted into absolute embarassment; even though you had been together for a couple of years now, the thought of him going out of his zone ocasionally to surprise you with heart warming words still hit like a truck, especially in public.

"Viktor!" You exclaimed in shame as red shaded your cheeks. "Are you drunk?"

"Eeh." He shaked his head in disagreement. "Sudden experimentation often leads to the best results, and in our case-- I have to say, I quite enjoyed seeing your reaction." "Can't say I didn't like it either." As the sight of his amber eyes pulled you deeper into him, your lips quickly found way over his, sharing a loving moment in a chaotic moment. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the speech, not the rest of the people. Only you two. Could this moment last forever, you would opt for it without a single thought.

"O-OoOh!" A small curse escapes your lips as both you and Viktor pull away from each other at the unpleasant surprise. "H-Hey! Jayce." You stammered in awkwardness, luckily, your lover was quick to back you up. "What brings you here?" A certain insecurity seemed to develop under his voice. The man gulped. "I- Uh, well.." He laughed. "I, I, DRINKS! Yeah, you guys, uh. Want.. drinks? THERE'S THE TABLE OVER THERE AND I-" A greater, much more, delicate presence took over the conversation.

"Come on now Jayce, stop nagging them." After Mel's gracious words, he seemed to retreat while mouthing the words "i'm sorry" in what looked to be a very funny display. The woman approached his ear and whispered something, which seemed to send the man flying accross into the bartending area.

"So sorry for that." Merdarda apologized. "Jayce can have very.. uh, wrong timings sometimes."

"At this point, I don't really mind him. He's fun to tease, although.. well we were pretty much in the middle of something very important." He approached your ear and whispered in a very low raspy tone. "Which we will continue later on, of course."

Jayce came back to the party with a tray of freshly-made martinis, leaving them over the table and sitting next to Mel. "A toast. For our future."

So, here you were; the greatest event of the year. The beautiful chandeliers adorning the ceiling seemed almost blinding-- on a good way-- which would probably make Mel happy. Hours passed, yet, excitement remained present in the atmosphere. "Vik, look what I found!" "Hm?" "It's an ionian treat. They say it tastes like magic." Overflown with excitement you screamed and shaked. "It's wonderful, isn't it!?" Viktor smiled at your beauty; not only was he admiring your emotion, but also everything you had brought into his life. Love, happiness, and a spark he never thought was still inside of him.

"But I want you to try it." You added, lifting the small treat and leaving it on his hands. "Me? Why?" The man questioned in surprise. "I thought you were.. excited to try it."

You rolled your eyes in irony. "I have something else in mind."

"Oh, alright." He obviously didn't understand what you suggested, but oh well. "It's.." He whispered as he surely made fast work of the tart. "It's sweet, and there's a hint of... anise?"

"Is it good?" "Yes, very. You have very, very good taste." "Can I try it then?" A smile formed around your face, as your hands seemed to reach out for his chest, pulling him closer against you.

You both resumed the interrupted fling from earlier, but this time, something was different; Viktor's moves seemed much more erratic, almost as if he had been holding it in for a long time.

"My.." He whimpered, just before your lips met his again, pulling you even closer to him as his slim fingers went through your hair with care. None of you cared anymore. Even if there's people around. Even if Jayce or Mel are looking from the corner of the room, it simply, did not matter any longer.

Your hand went down on his chest, down to his torso, as you slowly appreciated each one of his body muscles.

You both needed each other. More than ever. Right now.

And nobody was going to change that. As soon as the door of the spare guest bedroom closed behind you, Viktor leaned you against a wall, as his wild, uncontrolled kissed made his way down to your neck. "Ngh.. Viktor, I-" You moaned out, but he quickly put his index finger over your mouth. "Shh.." He whispered. "We don't know if there's people around here.."

You nodded, silently enduring the delicious sensation his handscaressing your chest caused to all of your body. You felt the tips of his fingers trailing around your chest from under your clothes, spinning circles around your upper body.

His lips were back against yours, and you felt the hotness of his breath melting your worries away as Viktor carried you over the bed. Completely laid down, the man began stripping your clothes away with such an attention to detail; starting with your underpants, and making his way into your underwear.

His hand reached between your legs, stroking you through the cloth, to which, he was shocked. "You're.. wet. This is.. for me?" He whispered. "I wonder... just how long... you had been thinking about it." Moving your undies to the side, Viktor began eating you out almost desperately, all while shushing you everytime he felt you got louder.

He pulled away. "Mind the sound..."He said once again, but how were you supposed to keep quiet, while you felt his fingers reach for your insides?

His tongue drooled over you, savoring every detail, every stroke, every slurp, with pure and unfiltered passion. By this point, his shirt had been unbuttoned, except for his tie, which was strangely kept around his neck. Spreading your legs wide open, Viktor climbed over the bed.

He invited you to take them off, to which, you complied, and as soon as you lowered the elastic, his big member flopped out; you could tell he was as hungry, and as needy as you were.

He began introducing himself inside of you; giving you time to adjust. By this point, it was impossible to stop the muffled moans escaping from your mouth everytime you felt how it throbbed, and how it pulled back and deeper with each of his slow thrusts. He was quite long, and you could swear, it was reaching places you never thought anyone else ever would, and you were fucking crazy about it.

As his thrusts gained more confidence and began ramping up in speed, a whine left your lips, to which, he shook in surprise. Two fingers from his left hand suddenly found their way inside your mouth, hoping it would help reduce the sound of your breathy moans.

Oh god. This turned you on more than he could have possibly imagined; the stimulation from his hips pushing into yours sent you spiraling into a storm of whines and moans, all which, were very faintly reduced by his slim fingers twirling inside of your mouth.

"I- I-." He moaned out, with the most of his efforts attempting to still nullify any possible sound, yet, it all seemed futile.

"I lo-love you!"

Pulling his fingers out of you, he pulled you closer towards him, getting one last kiss as climax finally reached bay; the combined sensation of his hot breath, his spasming d*ck inside of you, and your shaky legs; you both managed to end at the same time, together.

After a few seconds, Viktor pulled out of you, watching the entirety of his cum drip out of your entrance and over the bed.

Before words could come out of him, you pulled him into the bed alongside you. "Can I ask you something?" "Ask away, darling." Viktor responded. "What was the party even for?" "I have.. no fucking idea."

Writer's Note: And that's the end! I hope if you got all the way here, you enjoyed it! I love writing wholesome, yet... spicy things like these! I'm still looking forward for a full-on long Viktor story, but it will probably be a bit until it sees light. Gotta make sure it's perfect :･ﾟ✧ I want to thank anyone who's liked/reblogged/or even just read my past works- It truly means a lot, and I want to say, thank you! Have a wonderful night.

[sihakadan]

Arcane cast pining. That is all.

Fuck me, I'm going to die. It is either angsty or so deep it's gross with me. So much fluff lol. These are not established relationships with the reader, just if they were wanting it bad.

SFW, just some language

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•🐀Silco

-Favoritism is a problem if he likes you. Jinx gets away with literal terrorism, just think of the war crimes you could commit and he'd just say it was your favorite holiday tradition.

-He gives you very subtle hints because he isn't sure if you feel the same way and doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

-You do, however, receive lots of flowers from a mysterious 'admirer'. They always seem to be delivered when you are in his office, working. "Ah, more flowers? This 'admirer' must be very smitten with you."

-You know he really likes you when he asks Jinx to not terrorize you or be rude towards you

•💣Jinx

-She makes you personal little drawings and your own little mascot, like her monkey

-Is a little touchier with you. If you are uncomfortable with that, she will request air hugs/ high fives often

-Names one of her grenades after you. Always draws a heart on it and it emits your favorite color smoke when it blows up

-Lets you hang out in her lair with her and touch her things. This is where she is the most vulnerable and only Silco and you are allowed in.

•⌛Ekko

-Is a bit oblivious at first that he may have feelings towards you

-Watches you a lot. Not in a creepy way, he is just fascinated by how you move, talk, act.

-Even if it pisses you off, he does not like to take you on missions or give you dangerous task. You know how to take care of yourself, but he has lost so many and if he lost you-

-Shows you his workspace and makes little gifts for you to keep on your windowsill.

•🦇Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-Since he doesn't really talk, actions and body language is how he communicates

-He is like Ekko and observes. If you catch him looking, he gives you a sweet smile and nod

-You get to hold and play with the baby more than anyone else in the Firelight base. It wrecks him because it is so cute watching you two together

-Brings you little gifts like pretty little rocks and shells, a book, things that interest him to share with you

•💪Vander

-He is pretty upfront about it, but he backs off a bit if you get embarrassed by the attention

-You never pay for your drinks, no matter how many times you try. He once gifted you back all the money you had given him for the drinks. Thought he was really clever about it.

-His eyes brighten around you, and he never stops smiling at you when you talk. Just hearing your voice makes him happy.

•🔥Finn

-You get spoiled. What kitten wants, kitten gets

-You get your own security detail, the best clothes, invited as his plus one to all the parties.

-He isn't ashamed to let you know his feelings, but how deep they are he will never share because he is too afraid someone will use you against him. He'd raze the undercity if you were ever hurt.

-Will actually share silent moments with you because they can be comfortable, but he is giving you the 'fuck me' eyes the whole time

•⚒️Jayce

-He tries to impress you a lot. It can be overwhelming, but he is just nervous that maybe you won't feel the same

-Flowers, candy, jewelry all the time. Will tell you they're from him but he won't tell you why he gave them to you. "I just think you deserve something for your hard work." (Viktor will literally bang his head on the desk because how can his friend be such an idiot?)

-Tells you about his dreams and hopes. It makes his heart swell when he sees how your eyes sparkle when he talks about making things better

-Viktor will throw a book at Jayce if he doesn't admit his feelings for you because, damn it, it is interfering with their work! (He also thinks you two were made for one another)

•📖Viktor

-Smooth with flirting, but if you flirt back, he won't know what to do. He isn't used to someone returning the interest.

-Asks you to get coffee with him daily on his breaks or the one he will take because Jayce demanded he move from his spot in the lab. Walks with you around campus if the weather permits. If not, you both sit in the lounge and talk about little things.

-Gives you lots of books and leaves notes in them for you, like which part was his favorite or what he thinks you would be interested in

-If he has to go to events, you are going with. You two stand back and laugh together about how everyone looks like they're walking with a stick up their ass.

•🖌️Mel

-Invites you to lots of places, to spend as much time as she can with you even while it is for work purposes

-Gets your favorite treats delivered to you.

-Straightens your clothes or hair while talking to you. It is a habit, and it is how she shows affection, but it can be taken as 'you look dreadful, let me fix you'. She means well by it.

-Shows you all her paintings and even teaches you a bit. Even if you are terrible at it, it is not the point, and she is happy to share a passion of hers with you.

•🚬Sevika

-You get silent conversations with her a lot. All she has to do is look at you and you know what it means. Not a word needs to be said.

-She is soft with you, but in a very romantic way. Brushing your cheek with her fingers, glaring at people who are getting too close, telling you that she will protect you

-She can't get you flowers but pays your tab at the bar. To her it is the same thing

-Teaches you cards so you both can gang up on the others and wipe them out of their money

[pathetic-sapphic]

arcane characters and their toxic traits in a relationship?

Arcane characters and their toxic traits

a/n: it is almost 5 am so i haven't proofread it yet ;; hope you'll enjoy it regardless

VI

Tries to take on all the burden and suffering on her shoulders. She never wants you to get hurt or to bother you so she'd rather suffer in silence. This greatly affects your communication as she may get distant whenever she's dealing with some problems, which in turn may make you think that you did something wrong and that she's ignoring you. This simply comes from a traumatic past where Vi always had to take accountability and sacrifice herself for others. She will work on it once she sees the way it affects your relationship though. She just doesn't want to be a burden.

JINX

Very insecure when it comes to your love and loyalty towards her. Jinx is so used to thinking that everyone will eventually abandon her and you're the one person she really cannot lose. Because of this, she will often come off as overprotective and possessive. You will need to make your boundaries clear and reassure her often. Because she's so scared of losing you, sometimes she will go to drastic ends in order to make sure you're still happy with her and don't want to break up. Can also be very impulsive and has trouble sticking to the plans you two made.

CAITLYN

Can come off as insensitive when it comes to finances. Of course, she understands that many people aren't quite as well-off and Caitlyn genuinely cares for everyone but sometimes she doesn't quite understand how affluent she is. She might overwhelm you with expensive gifts, luxurious trips or over the top galas. She won't understand if you're ever hesitant when buying something or why you always make sure to see what's on sale at the market. It will take some time getting used to and you'll have to explain to Caitlyn the differences between your upbringings. Caitlyn isn't a judgemental partner, she just likes to spoil you, though she will tone it down if she notices you getting uncomfortable.

EKKO

Very stubborn when it comes to asking for or receiving help. He will push you away and hide his wounds or problems from you. Ekko is just so used to handling things on his own that he hates the idea of letting you bear his burden. He needs a long talk with you where you'll show him your support and help him realize the importance of confiding in one another. Ekko doesn't realize that it isn't a one-sided thing, meaning that if he helps you out when you need it, you'd do the same for him. Sure, he has the Firelights, many of them who are his friends but he rarely felt comfortable enough to confide in anyone. It's easy to forget that he is just a boy, trying to shoulder the weight of the world, and that he doesn't have to do it all alone.

SEVIKA

Surprisingly inexperienced when it comes to romantic relationships. Sevika rarely gets attached to someone, beyond the sexual sense. For her, lovers are people she sleeps with to release the tension and frustration that builds up during her shift. She never truly had a partner, someone to whom she can show her soft side, someone who will cherish her beyond her body and money. Because of this, she often struggles with showing love towards her partner in a non-sexual way or a way that doesn't include physical touch. Words. That is the biggest problem for Sevika; expressing her appreciation and adoration through kind declarations is something that will take a while for her to learn.

SILCO

Silco is often too focused on his cause towards Zaun and forgets his other priorities besides that one. This causes him to overwork and come off as cold towards anyone he deems a threat to his goal. Because of this, he may ignore his partner whenever he's stressed out and deep into work. He's also rarely home, and since he isn't a fan of PDA, it can be hard to deal with the feeling of missing him so much. He tries to make it up to you with gifts but you'll need to explain to him that such luxurious things cannot replace his touch and company.

VANDER

Similar to Vi (where do you think she got that trait from?), Vander is so used to shouldering everything on his own. He wants to assure for you to live a comfortable and fulfilled life, even at the cost of his own happiness. He works tirelessly to keep the Last Drop and the Lanes afloat and seldom shares the workload with you. You can see how the stress wears him down but he will deny it until he completely bursts under pressure. Vander doesn't understand how much it hurts to see him like this, but some kind words and gentle touches can help when coaxing him into leaning on you too.

VIKTOR

Workaholic who never takes care of himself. So burdened down with the little time that he has left, Viktor doesn't plan to waste any of it by doing trivial stuff such as eating or resting. As loving as he is, Viktor can be an insanely stubborn partner. You'll probably have to hoist him over your shoulder and lock the door to his office in order to take him away from work for a couple of hours. He doesn't realize just how detrimental the negligence when it comes to taking care of himself is to his health. You need to explain to him that he won't get anywhere by working himself to the grave and you'll probably have to beg him to let you take care of him.

JAYCE

As smart as he is when it comes to his field of work, Jayce can be quite dense and heedless of other people's feelings. If you're the type of person who doesn't know how to talk about their problems or struggles with communication, there will be some issues in your relationship with Jayce. He's the type of person who asks you what's wrong and, once you give him a half-assed 'Nothing, I'm fine.', he goes all 'okay :D', pats your back and wanders off. You need to be direct and blunt with him because hints and exaggerated sighs simply won't do the trick.

MEL

Mel is an incredibly intelligent woman who knows how to get what she wants. This means that she can be quite manipulative at times, I mean you have to be if you want to succeed in politics. She'd never act that way with you on purpose, of course not, but it may happen unintentionally. She is also another workaholic who may appear too cold with her feelings but this is simply because she's hesitant to bring her walls and defenses down. It'll take a lot of time and patience to see her vulnerable side.

GRAYSON

Grayson is sort of a combination between Viktor and Vander; works too much and is too selfless for her own good. Grayson takes her job very seriously, safety of the citizens is of the utmost importance to her. This leads to her neglecting her own well-being and health. Lots of caffeine and many long nights in the office are spent by Piltover's Sheriff and, the older she gets, the more it wears down on her. It's hard to ignore the bags under her eyes or the tiredness in her voice as she drags herself into your shared home late at night.

AMBESSA

Quite cold and guarded, someone who doesn't appreciate or understand feelings like mercy or kindness. She believes that every single person is inherently selfish and wants something from her. This is why she doubts your good nature so much in the beginning. It has been a long time since Ambessa let herself get involved romantically with someone so she has a lot of re-learning to do. This may come with a cost of your feelings being hurt from time to time, especially if you're a sensitive and kind-hearted person. As much as Ambessa loves you and tries to show that, it isn't easy to sweep years of experience under the rug. You'll need to be strong while she gets used to upholding a romantic relationship.

CASSANDRA

Cold and regal, oftentimes comes off as strict. Cassandra only wants the best for you but sometimes she just doesn't know how to say it. So instead she might go behind your back in order to ensure your safety and happiness. This often backfires, especially because of your opposing opinions. You feel as if she's treating you like a child while Cassandra simply thinks that she's looking out for you. Is also insanely stubborn, it'll take time for her to learn to look at things from your perspective.

[pitlovers]

headcanon that all the zaunites are stronger and fitter than the topsiders due to the polluted air and constant fighting, so caitlyn is always out of breath compared to vi. she thinks it’s just because of vi’s training in prison, but after a little kid outruns her and doesn’t even break a sweat, she realises that it’s not just vi that’s fitter than her. it’s everyone. vi teases her endlessly

[lullabyes22-blog]

Yoooooo

These two scenes have eerie parallels that I only just noticed upon rewatch.

De facto 'leader' of Zaun/Piltover is trying to take off and find a family member. Meanwhile the border shutdown has his entire city agitated. Said leader's partner/right hand reminds him that there's work in need of doing. A family anecdote is shared to stiffen his resolve and make him reconsider the big picture.

Meanwhile, Jinx haunts the narrative of both cities, as a reminder that she'll be the one calling the shots by the show's end.

Just-

fhgfsss

The art direction of this show stuns me nearly two years later<3

[sapphic-woes]

Ambessa x Fem!Reader - Treasured

A/N: So I. Think Ambessa deserved a little something. Councilor!Reader meets Warlord amirite? I read a headcanon somewhere of the reader being Mel's bestie and ran with it. Minors DNI

Word Count: 5k AO3 link

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You had expected, like Jayce, to have an encounter with Ambessa after she requested your audience. She was apparently targeting people important in Mel’s life, and you were her best friend. However, when you did meet Mel’s mother you were completely unprepared.

“Why are you crying, child?” Her voice cut through the soft buzzing firelights around you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, and you turned, surprised anyone knew of this place. You’d first found the remote balcony once after getting lost in the halls of the council building. But that had been long ago. Now, it was your only place of perfect solitude…until now.

You’d heard from Jayce she was unique in stature. You realized now he had been putting it lightly. From your seat on the floor you could hardly see her face. Her Noxian attire was breathtaking, showcasing dark, scarred arms bigger than your entire waist. She towered over you, and it was hard to believe she was Mel’s mother. How were they even remotely related? Sure, Mel was on the taller side and had several inches on you, but Ambessa had to have over a foot…and that was being generous to yourself. You swallowed, rushing to stand and wipe the tears from your eyes. 

Did she not know who you were yet? You hoped so, or the shame it would bring to your family would never disappear. Being a councilor came with a duty, and you had been taught since you were young that suppression was better than expression. Any deviation from your usual soft, welcoming demeanor was frowned upon by your parents, and you certainly weren’t going to slip up before the leader of Noxus. 

“Ah, pardon me.” You smoothed down your dress, avoiding her question and gathering your emotions in a single breath. Focus, keep up a good image. “This is quite a remote area in the building to come by…” You tilted your neck back to offer a kind smile, trying to appear as warm-hearted as you always were.

“Have you perhaps taken a wrong turn? Would you like me to help escort you back?” Ambessa raised an eyebrow, noticing your refusal to answer. Of course, you couldn’t outwit the warlord so easily, so you were grateful when she let it go and merely stepped around you. 

Ambessa took a deep breath of the crisp night air, eyes focused towards the city below. You preferred to sit and look through the bars of the balcony, and sometimes even dangled your legs over the edge. Yet as Ambessa placed her hands on the railing, standing tall to take a gander down at the citizens below, you held your breath.

She looks perfect like that. As if she's meant to rule over Piltover as well. Or perhaps she is simply the type to ooze superiority over everything she does? In mere standing, talking, I assume even in bed…wait, is she speaking to me?

Surely enough, when you looked up from raking your eyes over Ambessa’s expansive back and arms, you realized she was looking at you. Oh God. Her eyes narrowed mischievously, and it was clear she had been waiting on your response for a good second or two, coyly smiling as she spoke.

“Shall I repeat myself?” The question was synonymous with the unspoken one–are you done–and you blushed, nodding as you cleared your throat. 

“Um, yes please. You were saying, Lady Medarda?” She paused, regarding you.

“You know who I am?” Drat. You swallowed.

“Yes. Er, your attire is quite unique…” Ambessa nodded.

“It is. Nothing like the muted colors of this city. Really…” She frowned, turning back to look at the city below, “is everything about this land made of nothing but plush hopes and dreams?” Oh. You took in her words and her tone. Clearly, the warlord was troubled, and looking back…she'd never answered your question either. 

To move in Ambessa’s presence was to have every action examined under her precise gaze. She did not face you, yet you knew she was aware. Each step towards her was a gamble, and your heart pounded as you drew close. Finally, you stood beside her to look onto the city’s lights below, voice a gracious murmur.

“It is a strength to hope, Lady. Without it, we fall into despair.” You knew her eyes were on you, but you merely looked down at your hands, a hint of a smile on your face.

“Neither hope nor doubt are necessarily wrong. Both are valid in their own right–but to never try is to always fail–is it not?” You turned, meek eyes catching her gaze. Mel always said you knew how to shape yourself before others, and this was no exception. Ambessa didn’t need an aggressive refusal of her advice, even if you disagreed with it. 

She hadn't wandered the council building in search of solitude for that.

To think I would relate to a warlord of all people Her gray eyes studied yours, looking for some kind of hidden motive. To her satisfaction, she found none.

“Piltover is not Noxus, I’m sure you have heard this before. No land is the same simply because it is land…and in a similar way, no person is the same simply because they share the same blood.” That had been a bit much. You glanced into her eyes, and she only nodded for you to continue.

“I believe…while your duties as a ruler are very, very important…” Now was the time to be incredibly gentle in your suggestion, softly speaking into the night air. “To simply spend time understanding who your daughter has become in your absence, would also be beneficial.” 

Silence fell over you two, and it was excruciating.

I shouldn’t have said a word. Perhaps it was because you hoped to help Mel that you spoke on her behalf, or perhaps you simply wanted to divert Ambessa’s attention from your earlier tears. Whichever it was, it resulted in you nervously standing as Ambessa mulled over your words. Will she kill me for my insolence? Surely she could–

“Relax, you have not said anything I take offense to.” You almost breathed out in relief before you realized what she said, holding it in to look up in surprise.

“P-pardon–”

“You’re so stiff you’ve become a statue. Noxus may not function on discrete politics as Piltover seems so irritably built upon, but…” Ambessa shifted to face you better. Had she gotten closer? You couldn’t tell if she had, or if her size took up more room than you were used to. Either way, she easily towered over you as she spoke.

“But I have long since grown used to knowing when someone is afraid of me,” she trailed her gaze over your wide eyes and open, glossy lips, taking in the rouge of your cheeks, “...or when they are intrigued.” 

You didn’t know what to say. She was bold, much too blunt for your heart to take. You sucked in a sharp breath, looking away to hastily speak.

“I–I see.” You took a small step back, hands fiddling behind your back. “While it is true I am cautious of you, I hope my demeanor did not offend–”

“It did not.”

“–then that is good. I do hope you will take my words into consideration.” You inclined your head, desperately trying to ignore her amused smile over your flustered response. But to your credit, how were you meant to handle the advances of a literal warlord?

“I shall leave you to your thoughts, Lady Medarda.” You turned to leave, and you got a few steps in before Ambessa called out.

“Until next time, councilor.” A chill ran down your back, settling in the base of your spine. She knew. You shakily inhaled, hands balling into fists as you kept yourself calm.

“Until then.” You resumed your steps and walked back into the building with a panicked heart, hoping to never see her again.

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You saw her again not long after that. 

The champagne was unpleasant and the music was boring, but suddenly with her appearance, the entire ball shimmered with excellence.

“Piltover truly is disappointing. Even their celebrations are mundane. But I must say…” You had been a wallflower, as per usual. Having a presence was not your thing–that was Mel’s job anyway–and nor were you taught being noticed was good. No, you were trained to wait, observe, and then move accordingly. Some would call you a snake in the grass, and you were fine with that. However, as Ambessa's deep, hypnotizing voice spoke, you couldn't help but feel more like a bunny trapped by a snake. Her gaze focused on you, and you tried not to stiffen. 

“They do know how to decorate themselves.”

She stepped in front of you, and it was alarming how easily she took up your line of sight. Suddenly, there was no ball to observe. You couldn’t look around her to see it in the first place. Heavens. You were cornered, and you wondered if anyone could even see you around her body. What a terrifying presence. You couldn’t help but swallow as she reached out, cupping the side of your face in the palm of her hand.

“We meet again. Must we introduce ourselves this time?” There’s no need. Somehow, you could already imagine the kind of person she was, and what she could do to you–

“She’s a councilor. The one I told you to leave alone after your little stunt with Jayce.” Mel appeared to the rescue, putting her hand over Ambessa’s wrist and ripping the woman’s warmth away from your face. You snapped out of your indecent thoughts, blinking as you watched Mel speak.

“Do you plan on using all the people I care about against me?” I can't believe I nearly forgot myself. You took a sip of the bad champagne to hide your embarrassment, and Ambessa grinned down at her daughter.

“Mel, it hurts to know you expect so little of me–” Mel rolled her eyes “–but contrary to your belief, I have business with the councilor that doesn’t relate to our own issues.” Mel only glared at Ambessa harder until you gently touched her arm, smiling as green eyes focused down at you.

“It is alright, really.” Mel’s shoulders bunched up, clearly not wanting to leave you alone with Ambessa. However, your urging stare eventually won over, and she sighed.

“I’ll be near.” With that she walked away, head held high. You watched her go for a moment before you exhaled, eyes trained on the bubbles rising in your glass.

“Lady Medarda, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Ambessa hummed. Unlike you, her eyes were focused on your face, catching every fleeting glance you offered her.

“I did not know she owned a jewelry brand. No wonder she wears so much.” You froze, looking up at her in surprise.

“You listened.” Ambessa's lips quirked up, and she shrugged.

“You are very convincing.” You smiled at that, looking back down at your glass.

“Her jewelry is beautiful. I'm wearing some of them now. These earrings are from her spring collection last year–one of my favorites. I helped with some designs, but it was mostly being shoved in the face with drafted plans and asked if I’d wear them or not. In the end it was worth it. The geometric designs she came up with were to die for and–!” 

You hadn’t realized you were rambling until you felt your neck hurt a bit. At some point you’d looked back up, and with Ambessa’s encouraging nods you’d kept her gaze as you spoke. Slowly, your usually calculated smile spread into a genuinely wide one, and you’d…relaxed, right in the middle of a place where formalities were necessary. You couldn’t believe yourself, flushing as you looked back down and excused your actions.

“Ah, pardon I–”

“No,” Large fingers firmly held your chin and guided your gaze back up. Ambessa looked down at you with a warm gaze, voice low. “It is lovely to hear you speak. Please, continue.” Ah. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you tried to let out anything to hide it, mustering up a feeble response.

“You are too kind. I speak of nothing substantial. Things you should hear from Mel instead–"

“Then tell me about yourself, y/n. No one else.” Huh? The response startled you, and for good reason. Being the kind of person you were, usually you took information about others in…but the opposite was rarely the case. Now you felt like a fish out of water, unsure how to skillfully reply.

"There's no need. I am not very–"

"Oh, but you are. You speak with such delicate candor, yet your words hold more weight than my own advisor’s. You are a mystery to me, y/n. You stand right before me, and yet…" Ambessa whispered the words right into the space between you two, fingers shifting to delicately brush against your cheekbone. You shivered, not knowing where to look as she continued. "I feel as if you have built a glass wall between us. Tell me dear…why were you crying that night?"

Dear, made your stomach twist almost painfully. You'd never been called that in your life–at least, not in the way Ambessa used it. It was hard to respond with that hand on your cheek, attune to every shudder and faltering breath you took. Your calm exterior was crumbling, and what lay underneath…

Underneath, you loathed, was someone terribly needy, and awfully brittle to the touch.

"Forgive me for appearing this way. I didn't mean to come off as hostile. That night…I was merely tired. Nothing more." You tried to salvage whatever of your facade you had left, but Ambessa wouldn't have it. 

"You know that's not what I meant. You helped me, y/n, now let me help you…or are you not used to the favor being returned?" You stiffened underneath her grasp, and that only confirmed her suspicions. To your surprise, the warlord tsked in frustration. Your heart skipped a beat as Ambessa stepped closer, forcing you to fully press your back flush against the wall.

"Have you never been adored before? Comforted?" She was so close, making your head spin and cheeks burn out of your control. Your mouth opened and closed, but no matter how much you wanted to just say yes and stop this before it spiraled beyond your control, you couldn't speak. Not when Ambessa looked at you like that.

Her eyes promised she wanted nothing more than to treat you like a precious gem. To be doted on and be loved. Get it together. You're a councilor for goodness sake. You didn't need that. You didn't want that…

So why was it that when Ambessa spoke, you found yourself nodding into the palm of her hand?

"Then let me show you, dear…what it's like to be treasured."

__________

You jolted as the bed creaked. You had been sitting on the vast mattress, contemplating all your life choices that led you to this moment. You were about to be intimate with the ruler of a brutal empire. One that ate up weaker countries around it, that offered no mercy to their enemies, that–

“Sweet thing, you're pulling at my heart…” Her voice was a deep, sultry hum. It seemed Ambessa liked to routinely hold your face in her hand, guiding you once again to look her in the eyes. Amusement shined in them. Unabashed lust as well. They mixed together in a mesmerizing way as her eyes raked over you.

“You look terrified I’m going to eat you up.” Yet she likes that? Clearly, from her wolfish grin she did. She leaned down, nose just above your own as she whispered. 

“Don’t be so afraid, hm? I promise I’ll go slow…” The way her irises darkened only made the panic in your heart grow. You found yourself shifting your eyes away, unable to keep her gaze. She chuckled, yet that didn’t stop her from finishing her words, “and savor every bite of you…till there’s no part of your body left I haven’t known.” 

That had you swallowing, eyes glossing over from just the image alone. Your body tingled all over, thighs discreetly rubbing together. Or at least, you thought it was discreet. Ambessa noticed your little squirming, and more importantly, how even in this moment you managed to suppress yourself. 

Poor thing. Ambessa thought as she watched you inwardly struggle. From the moment she’d met you, she thought you were too composed, as if someone had formed you in a factory with a cruel set of limitations. Despite being a councilor, it was like you were a ghost–merely a person reflecting the ideals of those around you. Who you actually were, and what you actually wanted…

Ambessa wanted to know. She wanted to strip you bare of all the useless formalities you had wrapped yourself in. She wanted you disheveled, begging at her feet for her to have her way with you…and inwardly, the warlord cursed. She'd promised to be gentle way too quickly. Just the thought of you on your knees, pleading with her to fuck you senseless was enough to rile her up…but she was not the type to go back on her word. Especially when you fixed her with those wide, innocent doe eyes.

“Take off your clothes, dear.” She muttered the word softly, yet you knew it was a command. You’d dressed up well for the ball, but now you felt as if it had all been for this moment. To have the zipper of the dress be the only sound in the room. To feel the soft silk fall over your shoulders and pool at the base of your hips. To feel her eyes feast over your exposed skin…

“What are you waiting for?” The slight edge in her voice made you jolt. One large digit slipped under the front of your bra, tugging the fabric between your cups. “I told you to take it all off.”

You blushed, unsure how to take the way she was slowly growing more assertive. Something told you this was only the tip of the iceberg with how commanding she could get. Shakily, you obliged, undoing your bra and slipping out of your panties. 

"Good…you like doing what I tell you to do, don't you?" H-huh–a shadow fell over you, and the bed dipped under Ambessa's weight. You sank with it as well, swallowing as you looked up into the warlord's eyes. You were a working member of the government, a dignified individual. And yet?

"You want to please me, don't you? Be a good little girl?" Somehow, you were nodding, drunken off of Ambessa's cooing voice. 

"Adorable," it was all she said before her large hands moved to dance over your body. You trembled under her touch. It was firm, squeezing your ass and breasts, pushing your back against the bed. She may be gentle with her words but… 

Her mouth came next, planting kisses that quickly turned to soft nibbling, and finally to full on bites. The feeling of her teeth grazing your neck, then over the peak of your breasts, down to your sensitive thighs and against the heel of your foot left you shaking all over.

She's not being physically gentle at all. Your whimpers only excited her. Ambessa wanted to hear your panicked, whining voice from the way she held you down. She loved to watch you wiggle in the grasp of her hands, and have each struggle be utterly futile. The woman hadn't done anything else but kiss, fondle, and caress your body–and yet you already felt helpless, lost to the mercy of her hands. 

Routinely she murmured questions. Comments. They grew worse and worse over time. Simply asking if you liked it turned into asking what you needed from her. If you wanted her to speak sweet words into your ear. If you wanted her to praise you. If you needed her to whisper:

“You’re so obedient and beautiful, my perfect little doll to do as I please with." 

At first the words made you blush and stutter, replying with unnecessary politeness that made the warlord tsk aloud. Then Ambessa took the time to suckle your breasts until they throbbed, biting down at the base of your neck all over again. The ebbing pain was somehow sweet. Somewhat addicting. It fogged your mind and made the wetness between your thighs grow, but still she did not touch you there. Why?

"I ask again." Her hot breath was a command by your ear. It had you shuddering over every syllable she spoke. "What do you need?"  

In hopes that this time she would finally pay attention to your aching heat, you buckled.

"Please," Your usually soft, perfectly smooth voice croaked, and you looked up at Ambessa with tear-filled eyes. "Please tell me I've been good…" It was hardly half of what she'd suggested, but she rewarded you for your effort anyway. The praise fell past her lips without shame, and you grew more slick as she made you feel overwhelmingly adored. However, she still didn't touch you there, and you were beginning to find her reluctance to be torturous.

Asking what you needed turned into commenting on how clearly you showed your desperation in the first place. How badly your heat was dripping, soiling the sheets below and getting your thighs all messy. A squeezing grip at your jaw, roughly jerking your face up to hers, had Ambessa doting on your ruined makeup and flushed cheeks. She laughed, noting how much of a pretty little pet you were right now, begging for her to fuck you.

The words should have left you stunned–insulted–and perhaps if it had been an hour ago, it would have. However, now that only made you smile, stomach twisting with glee. Her little pet was a title full of tenderness, and God, did you want Ambessa to be tender with you. You nodded against the tight grip she had on your face, voicing out a whining plea.

"I am. I'm yours, so please, please fu–" She squeezed down hard, effectively shutting you up. You whimpered, and she let out a soothing hush you nearly keeled over.

"I know baby, I know. You want me to fuck you silly? Leave you a mess on the floor? Shall I make sure all of Piltover can hear your crying? You begging my name?"

God yes. You nodded fervently, and she smiled, leaning just to hover over your face.

"Then be a good pet and work for it, darling."

_________

You licked your lips and swallowed fretfully. You were on your hands and knees waiting for her to let you. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy.

"Do you want it?" You nodded, then sucked in a sharp breath when Ambessa's eyes narrowed.

"I-I do! I want to–um–could I…please? M-may I?" You'd never asked for something like this before, voice small and uncertain. She chuckled at your shyness, smiling softly as she curled her fingers inward.

"Look at you…making a mess of what you're trying you say." Your face burned, and Ambessa hummed as she tilted her head. “Come.”

It was a single word. Yet the weight of it made you shiver. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you nodded, crawling between the gap of her thighs. Ambessa's slick folds glistened before you, and the sight was intoxicating. However, you knew come wasn't the same as do, so once you got close enough, you simply sat–eagerly looking up to wait on her command. She cooed at that, reaching out to caress your cheek.

"…Are you going to be good to me?” Your nod had her lips curling into a smirk. She spread her legs wider, and the gentle touch at your cheek turned into a firm grasp at the back of your head. “Then go on, please me.” 

You shuddered, biting your bottom lip. It was a task you didn’t know if you could do well, but you were greedy to try. You went to work, pushing your tongue into her heat and dragging it upward. Ambessa hissed above you, and you felt a shiver rock through her body. To hear her thick, rolling moans above and faulty breaths made your stomach twist. You were warm all over, and you wanted more of her sounds to fill the room, pressing your tongue deeper into her heat.

“That’s perfect baby, just like that…” Ambessa’s force on the back of your head increased, guiding you down deeper. You complied, loving the way her hoarse voice sounded calling your name. You worked harder, moving up to wrap your lips around her bud. Ambessa moaned, legs shaking as you continued to pleasure her. You found yourself gripping more and more of her thighs, growing more confident with every sound she released and harsh tug of your hair. 

The grip was near painful at one point, and you could hardly breathe–but you didn’t care. All that mattered was to please the powerful woman before you, and as Ambessa finally reached her peak with a rolling groan, you did. You kept going until she rode out her euphoria, and as she loosened her grip you pulled back with a heaving breath, lips slick. 

“Did I…was that…” You huffed, looking up at her with hopeful, half lidded eyes. Your immediate need for her praise had the warlord giddy, covering her mouth to hide her crude smile. This was exactly what she’d wanted. You on your knees without a shred of dignity left, desperate for her every fawning word. How beautiful. Ambessa didn’t hold back from rewarding you, sweeping down to lift you up into her lap.

“Ah–!” Her hand didn’t grasp your jaw this time, but rather your neck. A light squeeze was all she needed to feel your pulse quicken, and she smiled. The fear was good, and so was the way you melted under her kiss–letting it steal your breath away. She’d wanted to do this since tears had begun to prick at the corner of your eyes…so, for nearly the entire time, but she’d been patient. Each new thing Ambessa did, she gave as a reward for you giving into your own desires. She wanted to drill it into your brain–that it was okay to be greedy with her, to succumb to your simple wants and needs. She wouldn’t judge you for them, nor make you feel any less. 

Rather, she would fulfill them, till you were all but ruined beneath her.

“Mm…you’ve done so well for me. So just lay back now okay?” Ambessa moved to lay you back on the bed, rising to look down at you hungrily.

“Let me take care of you now, darling.”

_____________

She didn’t take care of you as much as decimate you, but in her eyes it was all one and the same.

“Hungh–!” You could only describe what she was doing as consumption. Ambessa had a violent hunger that wouldn’t quell no matter the amount of times she buried the hilt of her strap inside you, or the number of tears you cried. Now the salty droplets fell from your face as she pistoned the toy deeper inside of you, chuckling as she observed your hazy gaze.

“You’ve become quite a dirty little doll, haven’t you?” She didn’t even look tired, thrusting into you with casual precision as if this was a simple walk in the park. You, on the other hand, could hardly think but to nod and snivel as she knocked on your sweet spot over and over again, smiling as you still managed to answer her.

“You like me making a mess out of you? Then tell me.” To ask you to speak in this state was cruel, but you mustered up a breath to try anyway.

“Y-Ye–” She rocked her hips forward, deeper than the last just to watch the words cut short and nothing but a silent gasp escape past your lips. Ambessa’s eyes sparkled devilishly, watching your words unravel into a fractured moan. She tutted, frowning mockingly as she continued thrusting inside of you.

“Can’t even answer me now, can you? How am I ever supposed to know if you like this? Should I just stop?” Of course, she didn’t mean it–with every push sending the base of her strap nestling deeper inside of you, she showed no signs of slowing down–yet you frantically shook your head, reaching down to weakly graze the tips of your fingers against the thick hands digging into your hips.

“N–no. G-oo–” Ambessa couldn’t help it. You were so desperate, and she cooed as she thrust ruthlessly into you once again, watching you cut yourself up off with a heavy sob. She fell into an even faster, more vicious rhythm, abusing your dripping hole with a wicked grin. 

“Hm? What’s that baby? You have to speak clearly…” You could only whimper. Each rock of her hips urged a new set of tears from your eyes, and to your horror, Ambessa shifted her position. Before you were completely on your back, but now she lifted your ass up, legs resting over her thighs as she leaned over you. No, wait–! 

You cried out as she thrust impossibly deep, hands digging into the mattress on either side of your face. Your vision was a blur until you blinked away the tears in your eyes, taking in the sight before you with a jumbled mind. Beautiful ran as a disorganized mantra in your head, taking in the delicious bounce of her breasts and small droplets of sweat rolling down her thick arms and neck. Her eyes focused on your own bruised lips and tear stained cheeks, drinking in the marks she’d left all over what was hers.  

Each thrust rocked through your entire being, and it was so sweet, her mutters that you were–so perfect, so adorable to her, her precious little pet–you nodded eagerly, raising a quivering hand to hold onto one of the wrists by your side.

“I am, I am, I’m–!” You thought you saw white for a moment, crying out in pleasure. You buried your face into her wrist, overwhelmed to the point where it scared you, and the large hand you held moved to cup your wet cheek in its grasp. Your vision was blurring again, this time from exhaustion rather than tears, and as sleep took over you heard a gentle murmur above.

“Aw, immediately passing out? Perhaps I went too far with her…”

[kissmejinx]

Date night with Arcane characters

Cloudy/Rosey

Arcane x G/N reader

Characters: Jinx Vi Ekko Jayce

Jinx

As I said in past head cannons, I think Jinx has a soft spot for romantic gestures. And to the extent it bleeds over into your romantic date life. She'll set up fairy lights, actually cleaning up her lab so it actually looks like a romantic getaway and she'll have Silco buy some tasty sweets. 

Along with that, she'll set up a reel for you two watch (I don't know if there are movies in the Arcane universe so I'm just going to call them Reels) and get what passes for popcorn in the undercity for you to throw at the screen.

 And at the end of the night, barring if you two are engaging in other activities she'll present you with a single blue metal rose as a material sign of her affection. Please don't throw them away, just put them in a vase where she can easily see them in the morning.

Ta-da!!! I present the wonderful transmogrification from a perfectly functioning workspace to a romantic movie theater! Soooooo~ what'd you think toots~

Vi

Vi on the other hand never really saw the point in big Grand romantic gestures. She likes the little things, the more domestic side of your relationship. So a date night between the two of you will likely just be spending a night in, where she takes a day off from her duties and you from your job. You two can just spend the night basking each other's energy

Oftentimes it'll just be an excuse for you to lazily make out while cuddling. Either that or she'll go to a (very legal) fighting ring and have you cheer her on from the sidelines. It's sort of a ritual you two have, you playing the adoring fan and her the star fighter. Is it kink thing? The world may never know.

She likes it when you plan the dates, she just has no idea what to do for them but if you hint enough, she'll be a little bit more romantic. But don't expect rose petals and champagne, more on the side of teasing nips to your neck and not knowing where one body starts in the other ends

Why don't we just, you know, staying for the night. Just you and me, no one forces, no counsel, no nothing. How's that sound Cupcake?

Ekko

Ekko's date is quite literally a night under the stars. You two go riding on your hover blades, before resting on a rooftop in one of the better parts of Zaun. He prepared a small picnic, fruits and cheeses, all procured from Piltover. You two get to talk about everything and nothing and mostly it's just a break from the chaotic world that is your everyday lives as Firelights.

He'll deny it all day and every day, but he loves it when you get romantic with him. Just please hand feed him little finger foods and let your thumb linger on his bottom lip, he will combust. You'll just have to wait a few minutes for him to get himself back under control before he reciprocates.

If you ever have an indoor date, he'll take pleasure in massages. Giving and receiving, he just likes to touch your skin in the non-sexual sense ( but he won't be complaining if it gets a little bit heated)

I know it ain't much but it's all I could scrounge up fro- …. Oh heh, I'm glad you like it babe.

Jayce

Jayce has the mantra of go big or go home and he certainly isn't going to have a date with you at his parents' house. He’ll probably take you out for a date on the waterfront.

If you let him, he’d love to hand feed you or on the other hand rest his head on your lap. Date nights are fewer and far between, what with Jayce being the face of Hextech so you take what you can get. He’s always enjoyed the outdoors and that’ll be his go to spot for a date. If there’s ever an event you want to go to, you can bet he'll take time out of his schedule for you two to have some fun.

And that’s really what he wants your dates to be. Fun. In the ever-changing landscape of Piltover, a few moments of levity are all he could wish for. He’d love it if you planned the dates, he secretly (not so much) loves it when you take charge.

I know we haven’t been able to do this much, but I just want to.. I want to spend time with you

[demigoddessqueens]

Arcane Affections

I wrote one similar like this for CR, and i wanted to write HC’s aside from my arcane fics

Jayce - absolutely physical touch!! And then next best is any small or big task at hand

Vi - quality time and words of affirmation. Please do, she’s lost so much

Caitlyn - definitely gifts and quality time

Jinx - all five!! She’s been so tormented in life and deserves all good things

Ekko - physical touch, gifts (he deserves them), and quality time

Vander - physical touch (bear hugs) and words of affirmation (he tries/tried his best), doesn’t mind doing stuff for you too

Mel - definitely words of affirmation and physical touch, also some gifts too

Silco - gifts, your time and though he won’t admit it, your gentle touch

Viktor - words of affirmation (mostly, pls, from some insecurities), and

Sevika - quality time all the way

Marcus - touch starved and down for physical touch and quality time, likes to do stuff for you too