#VANDER WHEN I CATCH YOU

[max-of-progress]

Waaaaahhh

Was doing a Hunger Games rewatch and got to that scene when Peeta attacks Katniss and starts choking her out and I was like "Aha, if I had a nickle-"

But then I thought about the sheer damage Vander's big ass paws would've done to Silco's neck and how long it would've taken Silco to recover from that on top of everything else, how swollen and brusied his neck would've been, how his voice probably would've been shot for days or even weeks, and I just,,

When I catch you Vander, when I catch you.

[hunniebunniebear]

Hello today i was collecting references for sketching purposes and,,, i just-

Look

Look at his face… in such a short moment you can see so so much, the abject terror of the moment, the desperation of breah and what gets me the most is like,, to me at least, he looks heartbroken.

God and the fact you can see the nerve damage has already set in where his face is injured bc his eyebrow isnt moving. The detail of that is insaaaane, like they rlly dont miss a trick with the animation.

this is genuinely one of the reasons i struggle to characterise Vander because how can you see this!!! ^^^

And go back and grab him again

[maynardotheratman]

I’m so glad season 2 finally put to rest the “Vander didn’t care about Powder as much as Vi” rumors.

[q8qwertyuiop8p]

Thanks for the most useless answer possible. Miraculously, after Vander drowned Silco and Silco went into hiding and was not in contact with them, "stuff happened" between Silco and Benzo. Seriously? You could have just blamed it on Silco having a bunch of people ripped apart in front of Benzo or Vander lying about what happened ("there's worse things out there than enforcers"), but no, you need to create even more plot holes. Why even answer that question? They really just don't care about them.

[silcosgoodgirl]

i need someone to tell me how i manage to think about the most depressing things when seeing something about arcane. like i js wanna think about happy things but then riot comes barging in like "NO IT IS TIME FOR CRIPPLING DEPRESSION‼️‼️‼️"

[lavendersgirl]

vander played the same song for powder that her mom played

[rockstar-burger]

ACT II SPOILERS BELOW (NOT A LEAK) ‼️

[currentlyincognitoperson]

I'm going to need an infinite amount of business days of sleep to get over this are you KIDDING.

[hauntedwonderland0964]

Isha fuCKING DIES!?!?!

[thefallenangel2008]

JAYCE YOU MTF, WTF??? JAYCE WHEN I CATCH YOU JAYCE.

[nightmareinfloral]

sure, let’s have the victim of police brutality and abuse in the prison system have sex with her cop and now authoritarian leader girlfriend in a cell after her sister, who was the only thing keeping her going prior, just confessed to going out to commit suicide. seems like a reasonable thing to write.

[stcries]

@forzaun wrote: isha drags a softly smiling jinx behind her as she bounds her way over to vander, pulling as hard as she can on jinx’s lagging weight, who only slows to make isha pull harder and more determinedly. laughing, jinx scoops isha into their arms instead of walking the short distance being pulled along, holding isha also serving to bring the child higher to vander’s eye level. “she wants to know if you’ll say her name,” jinx informs vander, eyes warm with affection for this little girl and wistful for a life once lived. (forzaun :) )

large beastly body laid sprawled across the ground, head resting upon folded arms, slight shaking of lower limbs in his slumber. however, large ears are quick to twitch to life, picking up on nearby footsteps and laughter. vander all too quickly unfurls from his position, stretching akin to that of a feline before straightening out, head turning readily towards the two approaching figures.

as soon as the young child is brought upwards, nose presses unbelievably close to their form, small audible sniffs as vander takes in their scent. oh part of him already knew who they were, even if they hadn’t known one another for that long. but perhaps it was a father’s instinct to toy with the younglings just a bit, hence why twitching nose was pressed so close to skin, tickling at it’s surface before pulling back with a deep grumble.

the request can’t help but earn a small head tilt, dual coloured eyes alternating between the two. perhaps it was an attempt to see if his voice had returned to him, or maybe it was simply childlike curiosity. either way, vander would be happy to oblige. tongue briefly comes to lick at lips, as if preparing jaws for the incoming movement. it takes a moment, but eventually. “i-isha …” although slightly garbled, an effort was made,

[amalgamatus]

Me just now realizing that Singed used canid DNA to turn Vander into a monster because Vander's nickname is The Hound Of The Underground because he PROTECTED PEOPLE like a loyal hound, and he wanted to steal even that from Vander by turning him into a bloodthirsty dog

[sadiesdoll]

sevika with a breeding kink. ♡

drunk!sevika x reader. | just sevika wanting to cum inside you. (mdni ♡)

sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ | 2 |

contains: breeding kink, praise kink, size kink, strength kink (kinda), possessive language, alcohol use (both parties intoxicated but consenting), & dry humping.

a/n: this was heavily inspired by this fic so please check out their original work cus it’s perfect

Enjoy ♡

You're giggling as you shut the door behind Silco and Vander, both of them high-fiving and stumbling toward their Uber like gremlins on a sugar rush.

"Text me when you get home!" you yell after them, already kicking off your shoes.

The apartment's a mess—beer bottles, takeout containers, someone left a single sock on the windowsill (???). You start gathering stuff in your arms with that tipsy buzz still in your veins, swaying a little with each step.

You make your way toward the living room to check on Sevika but stop in your tracks when you see her sprawled flat on the carpet, one leg bent awkwardly and an arm slung over her face like she's shielding herself from the world.

She groans, "Those fuckin' assholes cheated."

You try not to laugh. "Was this Vander or Silco?"

"Both." She slurs. "Fuck 'em."

You tiptoe closer, hands on your hips. "I warned you not to go shot-for-shot with literal tank-sized men! Well.. except silco.”

Sevika grumbles again, her voice deep and raspy, like gravel soaked in whiskey. She shifts slightly but doesn't open her eyes.

You straddle her hips carefully, wobbly from the alcohol, planting yourself right on top of her.

"Maybe next time you'll listen to me."

Her arm twitches. She finally cracks one eye open and peers at you. Her gaze drops low.

Her eyes darken.

You're sitting right on her lap, all soft and warm. You’re small compared to her.

She swallows thickly. Her thigh tenses under your ass. You can feel her reacting to you, and you smirk.

"Are you dying?" you tease, pressing your palms to her chest.

"Not yet," she mumbles, but her fingers twitch against the carpet. You bounce a little, teasing, light—just enough to make her groan through her teeth.

"Jesus," she growls. Her hands lift and land heavy on your hips. "You tryna fucking kill me?"

You grin, breathless. "I'm just keeping the winner company."

"I didn't win." She says, looking down at your thighs while rubbing circles on them with her thumb.

"You won me," you shrug dramatically.

And something snaps in her.

Her eyes flick up to yours, full of heat and frustration and some deep, stormy emotion you can't quite name. She shifts under you again, and it's not subtle.

You tilt your head, watching her eyes flutter between your face and your thighs like she's trying to decide where to die. She's flushed now—cheeks warm, chest rising and falling heavier with every second.

You smooth your hands over her stomach, up her ribs, watching the way her breath catches beneath your fingers. "You're really that fucked up, huh?"

"Mhmm," she mumbles, her grip on your hips tightening as you shift again, just slightly. You're barely moving, but it's enough to make her grunt softly—like the restraint is physically painful.

"I could move," you say softly, leaning forward just enough for your chest to brush hers. "Get off. Let you rest."

Her hands clamp down hard. "Don't." It's low. Barely a growl. Almost a plea.

You hum, dragging your fingers up into her hair, letting her body feel the weight of yours. "You're never this needy, babe..."

Her eyes flick up to yours again, this time hazier, darker. "M not needy."

"You are," you whisper, brushing your nose along her jaw. "Look at you. Clingy."

"I'm drunk," she mutters, as if that's a defense.

You giggle softly. "So you admit you need me?"

Her silence is loud.

Your voice dips, teasing, sultry. "What's got you all soft for me, huh?”

She exhales sharply through her nose—half-laugh, half-groan. Then her hand lifts, palm cupping the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair like she's grounding herself. Her thumb brushes your skin softly.

There's a tension in her body, but it's not sharp-it's aching.

She's quiet for a beat. Then:

"You don't get it."

You blink. "What?"

Her grip tightens, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't get how fuckin' lucky I feel just having you like this."

Your breath hitches. And then, that's when it happens—her voice going gravelly, slurred and wrecked:

 "I wanna fuckin' put a baby in you."

You freeze. "...Huh?"

"I wanna-" she exhales harshly, like the words are scraped from her throat. "Wanna fill you up. Wanna make you all pretty and swollen. Fuckin' mine."

You open your mouth but no sound comes out.

Her hands slide rough and slow over your waist, your belly, your hips—like she's mapping it all out. Like she's already claiming it.

"You're so warm," she murmurs, breathless.

"So soft. I can feel your pussy through these little shorts, baby—fuck—“

Her voice breaks into a groan as she grinds up once, slow and heavy beneath you, and you feel allof her.

"I don't want stupid fuckin' plastic. I don't want fingers. I want you raw. I wanna stretch you out with my cock and keep you so fuckin’ full."

You shudder. "Sevika-"

"I want it to leak out of you for hours," she slurs, hips twitching again. "Want you to be messy with me. Want you to smell like it. Like mine."

Your breath stutters, thighs clenching. She feels it.

"Ohhh, fuck," she hisses. "That—do that again."

You try to say something smart. Anything.

But your brain is gone.

Her grip on your hips gets bruising. She's panting. Desperate.

"I'd be so fucking good to you," she growls.

"Rub your feet, your back, kiss that belly every night—l'd take care of everything, just let me—fuck—just let me cum inside you."

Her pupils are blown, her mouth parted in that open-mouthed, wrecked kind of awe like you're something divine. She looks up at you like she's praying. Worshipping.

"You'd look so fuckin' good full. Dripping. Cryin' because l'm too big and deep but beggin' me not to stop."

You gasp, nails digging into her shoulders.

She grins—sharp, unhinged.

"Say yes," she pants, pulling you down so her mouth brushes your ear. "Say yes and I'll do it right now—slow, deep—'til you're milking me for everything I got."

You grab her face to still her, both of you panting, burning up from the inside out. She looks feral. Her jaw clenches like she's holding back from flipping you over and doing it now. And then-

Click.

You both freeze.

The front door creaks open.

In walks Jinx, holding a grocery bag and a half-eaten lollipop, jaw instantly dropping.

Sevika, still fully seated with you straddling her, looks up, red-eyed, lip bitten, her arms wrapped tight around your waist.

Jinx blinks.

“…You good?"

part 2 is out now ♡

criticism and ideas are heavily appreciated (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

thank you for reading! ♡

[narxcisse]

★ — Leaving them hickeys

With: Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Ambessa, Silco, Vander and Sevika

CW: suggestive, hickeys, s1

English isn't my native language / Reverse Ver.!

— VIKTOR

He is a mix of bashful and pleased. When you kiss and nip at his neck, he goes still, cheeks flushed as a soft, breathy chuckle escapes.

"You...really like marking me, don't you?" He tries to act unfazed, but when he looks in a mirror later and spots the darkening bruise, his fingers ghost over it.

He'd cover it with a scarf or high collar in public but secretly loves that you left your mark. It's a rare indulgence that makes him feel wanted.

— JAYCE

He leans into it and lets you do whatever you want, practically purring under your touch.

"You just can't keep your hands off me, huh?" He smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist as you kiss him.

He flaunts the marks with pride. If someone notices, he grins wider. "Oh, that? Yeah, my partner's got good aim."

— MEL

She doesn't stop you; she tilts her head to give you better access, enjoying the sensation as your lips press against her golden skin.

"Careful, darling," she murmurs, her voice smooth as silk. "You'll leave evidence of your affection."

She wears her hickeys like jewelry, unbothered by anyone's reactions, because who would dare question her?

— VI

She pretends to complain. She'll huff as your teeth scrape her skin, but she's grinning the whole time.

"Really? You're leaving me looking like I lost a fight?" She teases but tilts her head anyway.

She wears the marks like trophies. "Yeah, my partner did that. What about it?" If someone stares too long, they might catch her smirking.

— CAITLYN

She gets flustered. She tries to keep her composure as you kiss along her neck, but her blush gives her away.

"Are you... trying to make this harder to hide?" She scolds, though her voice is shaky.

Later, she's wearing a high collar. When Vi notices and teases her, Caitlyn glares but secretly feels proud.

— AMBESSA

She chuckles lowly, utterly amused by your boldness. She lets you have your way, resting a heavy hand on your back.

"Is this your way of staking a claim?" she asks with a smirk, tilting her neck for better access.

She wears the marks unapologetically, daring anyone to comment. She admires your daring streak and rewards you for it later.

— SILCO

His sharp intake of breath is the only indication you've caught him off guard. He doesn't stop you, but his hand tightens on your hip.

"Bold," he mutters, his gravelly voice filled with amusement. "Do you think this will deter anyone?"

He hides the marks beneath his collar but touches them absently, conflicted between annoyance and smug satisfaction.

— VANDER

He laughs softly, a warm rumble from deep in his chest as you leave your mark on him.

"You're enjoying this a little too much," he teases, cupping your face to kiss you.

He's not embarrassed about the marks and won't bother covering them. If someone comments, he just grins. "What can I say? My partner's passionate."

— SEVIKA

She smirks, tugging you closer as your lips graze her neck.

"Careful, sweetheart," she growls softly. "I might start thinking you're obsessed with me."

She doesn't cover the marks, wearing them like a badge of honor. If anyone so much as raises an eyebrow, she gives them a warning glare.

[fulcrums501st]

and then they go out of their way to have this au legitimize the letter when realistically tons of crap would have to have gone differently for this to happen. and it’s the multiverse so hypothetically it could have so I could extend the benefit of the doubt…but the show doesn’t give any specifics about this timeline and the reconciliation so we’re clearly supposed to assume it was the letter

For me it was the montage of Zaunites joining the war to fight for Piltover.

You just KNOW Silco’s corpse was spinning in the water