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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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Hello, if you’re taking prompts, could I please request “Viktor + touch-starvation” please and thank you! I don’t have a preference for either SFW or NSFW, so whatever feels right to you! Please and thank you!

oooooo my heart kinda lurched, anyone being touch-starved just makes me feel for em bc baby i can kiss your pain away, i also have trouble counting so there might be twenty one or two sentences in here

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, fluff and pouty viktor i believe, gn!reader

You did a study on how many people show their love in college and back then you were naive, you think. Wide-eyed, falling in love with anyone who caressed your cheek and the whole study was ridiculous and far-fetched, especially when it was thwarted by your professor. But Viktor, after meeting him, you realized he wasn’t much different.

Of course, he didn’t go running after matters of the heart quite as easily, but he’s definitely shown you a thing or two about this ‘love language’ theory you had.

You spent time in his lab, an assistant of an assistant, reading over Viktor’s handwritten letter to a department of some entitled ambassador, but your hand was stroking through Viktor’s hair. He was casually flipping through agendas, meeting notices, and reports when your hand slipped from his hair. He was reading, head leaning towards where your hand had been before taking your palm in a delicate hold before placing it back in his hair.

You smiled, setting aside the document and removed it again only for Viktor to roll his chair towards you and lean his head on your thigh. You kissed his forehead, maneuvering off the desk much to his surprise, his fingers catching your hip making you halt as he found somewhere to stop in his reading before curious eyes turned up to you. “Where are you going?”

You fight a smile off for the sake of messing with him and nod to the papers, “Heimerdinger’s waiting on those papers.”

“They’re not urgent and I could use the company,” he says as he mindlessly signs something off. “Just for a few moments longer.”

You end up sitting on the desk, only this time his head is between your thighs and he’s skimming through this paper uncaring if someone walks in on Heimerdinger’s assistant’s head nestled between your thighs like he’s completely lost it. You ask him what if someone walks in to you like this and he simply shrugs, “No one comes in here around this time of day, but I missed you.”

You let his bangs fall into his eyes with a playful smile, “But I haven’t left your side all evening.”

“You haven’t kissed me all evening either,” his nimble hand lifts the bangs out of his peripheral so he can send you a pointed look and all it does is make you laugh.

“Is that right?”

He raises his brows incredulously and you laugh at the attitude on this man when he doesn’t receive his kisses.

“Better?” you ask and he nods.

“Don’t let it happen again,” he chided with a sternness that makes you throw your head back laughing and, in turn, he smiles up at you.

#the arcane x reader #the arcane x you #the arcane x y/n #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #arcane.misc #arcane.viktor #the arcane fluff #viktor fluff #twenty sentence special

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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vi or ekko x hotmess introverted reader?? IM SHITTING TEARS RN I NEED THIS

ahhh i got emotional, this is not for the event because i didn't feel i could address this as it was needed in twenty words

comfort from vi

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, angst to fluffish ending? maybe swearing? reader and vi are not oil n water, gn!resder?

You’ve never been more for Vi to handle. Both of you had your moments, of course. It was rare that something to this degree would happen. Sometimes you’d have to comfort Vi, in your moments Vi would encourage you, and rarer- she would witness you fall apart in front of her. She hesitated in the hall upon hearing a quiet sniffle from where you said you’d be and poked her head in to see that in the sanctuary of your room, you were crying.

“Hey,” She stood fully in the doorway and, peculiarly, you didn’t make an effort to hide your tears. Merely glancing at her with a heavy gaze weighted by an abundance of exhaustion. “What’s going on?”

You moved off your bed when she sat down much to her surprise. You’d always let her touch you, but not this time.

“It’s been a rough week.” Vi laid out on your bed, knuckles dragging over yours but you’d steered clear of her to stand alone in the middle of your room. “Come on, it’ll get better.”

Her coaxing fell on deaf ears.

“No it won’t.” Your tone was like that of stark winter cold. Vi was visibly stunned by it and yet she swung her legs toward your side of the bed, scooting to the edge closest to where you stood so she wouldn’t scare you off. “This always happens. What’s the point in trying to be good at anything if I’m always going to be last?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You’re good at everything. You’ve got a job that you love-”

“Vi-”

“I found that dream apartment you wanted I guess?”

“Vi-”

“And we celebrated our second year together last month-”

“Vi.” Her eyes found your figure when you’d hissed her name. “I’m not enough.”

The defeat in your tone makes her shoulders slump and somewhere in her ranting she’d gotten close to you, “Enough for what?

Her hands cup your cheeks and the intimacy doesn’t reach you, all it feels like is your space is being invaded and you can’t tell her what you want to tell her. About how all these hours aren’t adding up or giving your all isn’t turning out to be what you hoped. So you turn your gaze away.

“We have each other. And if you’re having a hard time, just remember that I love you-”

The hand strokes your cheek and you pull away. You don’t want to be touched. The hands grazing your arms make you jerk and you shove off Vi, tears streaming down your face as your voice cracks as it slips on a sob and you shout higher than you’d ever had in your life. “I don’t want to be loved, I want to be enough!”

Vi stands there for a moment and you turn your back to her, trying to pull yourself together. You’ve done something wrong. Your mind feels like it’s vibrating from how many thoughts are clanging around. You pushed what burdens you on her and now she’s going to leave, nothings been going right for weeks so what good are you if you can’t achieve anything- what are you worth without results?

“Sometimes… love isn’t enough. Sometimes hoping isn’t enough and sometimes everything you’ve got isn’t enough.” Vi says from behind you and you can feel her stare, slowly you brace yourself for those words that would top these horrible days off, but they don’t come. Instead, she continues, “Love can’t solve everything. Words aren’t enough for when you try with every part of you to reach the bar. I get it.”

Vi sits on your window, hand extended toward you. The fondness behind the look she gives catches you off guard.

“I don’t love you for all that you can give me. I love you for who you are and who you choose to be.”

Your breath catches in your throat because you know it’s never been the easiest for Vi to tell you her feelings. She was like a floodgate when you both got together, but moments like this with her were rare and despite every part of you wanting to go off and be alone, you listened.

“That’s why you tell me what’s too heavy for you, what hurts so that I can help you carry whatever it is. I want to hurt with you so you don’t have to hurt alone. I don’t care if you’ve got the highest marks of anyone who ever lived or if you can fry an egg without burning yourself.” Your eyes finally meet hers and you swallow, eyes flicking up to hers, “You are not supposed to balance the world on your shoulders. You’re not some footstool.”

“If you can’t talk about it all, that’s okay. If you don’t want to just- find me. Grab my hand and I’ll take you wherever you want to go, just don’t shut me out and I promise we’ll be okay. You don’t have to stretch yourself to be flawless.”

She stands so that she can press a kiss to your forehead and wraps her arms around you so you’re pulled into her.

“You don’t have to do better. You’re the best you that you’ve ever been and I love you for it.”

That makes you break completely in her arms and somewhere between rubbing your back and forehead kisses you’d ended up laying in bed with her, both clinging to each other in the barest of night clothes, listening to the outside world while time stands still in your room.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” you murmur into Vi’s arm that’s curled so your face is tucked into her elbow and her hand is stroking your shoulder.

“No.” she replies. “I’m not going to get mad at you for telling me how you felt.”

You nod, but she kisses your nape and her nose fits snugly where it dips.

“But I don’t care if you don’t think you’re enough.” She murmurs, “you’ll always be enough for me. So don’t go caving in on yourself, okay? Talk to me.”

You turn and her nose is atop yours from how close you are to each other, she kisses your forehead and smiles a little when you meet her eyes. “Thank you.” you offer a weak smile, but she merely pulls you close to her.

“It’s a pleasure.” she smiles into your shoulder, “I’ve seen you cry a few times, but now I’m not so intimidated by you.”

You lean back and can’t stop the small laugh that escapes your lips, “We’ve been together for two years.”

“And?” Vi raises her brows, “You’re perfect, how can I not be intimidated by you?”

You lean down to bury your face into her chest, “Have you seen yourself?”

“Fine, but can you say it back?” She rolls her shoulder so you’re facing her and she pecks your nose.

“Say what back?” you ask and she shrugs before you realize you never returned her affections earlier.

You wrap your arms around her neck with the tiniest of smiles, “I love you, too. Thank you.”

She sighs and closes her eyes, happy now that all is alright between you.

“Anything for you, cupcake.”

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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carve thy name

viktor x reader

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not inreract or else you will be blocked, fluff, softish?? angst, suggestiveness, some heavy emotional intimacy, and woof, VIKTOR?? i know, chill guys

can i just dedicate this to you?? @/arcanescribbles like you are so lovely and i found myself writing this after i saw your art AND THEN heard creature

To prosper in Piltover, one must first make a name for themselves in the highs of society. A name for those to admire, a name that will be awed in whispers, and one that strikes shock and anticipation into those who hear it. But who would give such a name worthy of high praise so easily.

No one. Or to be specific, it's passed down with regal and high order of appraised lineage. It's impossible.

"Not hardly." Viktor, your gangly lab partner, stares from the gears of the broken down clocktower that dared to be replicated years and years ago by those of the undercity up at the highs of Piltover.

You snort, already busying yourself with some of the papers you've yet to finish for the school you'd gotten into. "You want to be a Piltie?"

He shoots you a spite-less glare that makes you smirk, "I want to make a change."

You huff, "Make a change, huh?"

He nods and his eyes fall over the tower standing high. "I want to stand in there. I want to step where nobody from the undercity has gone before."

There's a glint in the molten gold of his eyes. It's the same gleam he gets when he's proposing theories he's long since concocted as a child before the day you fell and broke your wrist watching him tinker with his toy boat. It's ambition. A hunger that makes him look like the statues of those men and women topside. But it's a glint that marks his worth, a brief glimmer into his brilliant mind and wonderful personality waiting to be explored behind eyes that hardly do his person justice yet the magnificence instilled astonishing golden rings fit him all the same.

It takes a millennia to pull your eyes from him and you sigh, "Those topsiders are going to be shaken."

"Shaken, hm?" He smiles, walking over to your assignments to nitpick and correct your work, "I thought I was your bilge rat undercity backwash?"

You shoot him a glare and he does nothing but sit on your desk and bask in the irritation behind your gaze, "You'll be one if you ever say that in front of me again."

He laughs, it's dry sounding and throaty with the scraps of his timbre making it sound like a melody played through the undercity's pipes.

"You're Viktor. The gladiator who will take the topside by storm and make a difference where no one thought possible." You reach and stroke hair out of his face.

He abandons the wooden staff to lean into your touch, half leaning on the desk as pools of gold fix their eyes on your face, flitting every millisecond as if they can't get enough of every feature. His hand keeps yours from falling as he leans his cheek into it. He's never been ashamed of how touch starved he is.

"I want to make Piltover tremble with my presence." It's not the same malice that most of people from the lanes speak with when regarding the topsiders. He wants to hold a torch for the fissures. "I want to build something that I can be proud of."

You let your gaze stray whenever his voice drawls thickly with his, but Viktor catches it with the bend of his fingers.

You're already shaken by the application to the academy and the recommendation of Heimerdinger alone would've taken your breath if his face inches from yours didn't already. His lip curls at the side in a way that's only akin to the scientist before you.

Every mole on his face seems meticulously placed to bring you to the way you are, speechless and in awe from how pale moonbeams paint the warmth of his warm iridescence with the haunting beauty that is Piltover's skyline. He's a masterpiece and his constant gaze revered with expectancy commands the lump in your throat as he awaits an answer to a question he hasn't even asked yet and your mouth opens and shuts to trip over an answer you don't have.

"Carve your name into those ivory walls." You mutter.

Unadultered adoraation lingers in the pits of beauty that are your eyes and he's utterly baffled by them. The whims he feels every moment he gazes upon your face or hears you utter about your latest finds threaten to choke him each time he finds himself like this with you. This can only work with you, he thinks.

His tentative fingers brush over your cheek and down the dips of your throat to feel your pulse that's always been quicker than his, and you don't notice the way his teeth drag across his bottom lip while his fingers trek down your skin like unexplored enclaves that beckon him to the vast expanse of your skin that he's only had the pleasure of feeling underneath the layers that have never done you justice. Viktor's palm forces the lapels of your low collar shirt aside, his shirt that he let you borrow without a second thought and here is thinking how wonderful you look in them- how wonderfully you'd look in finest import fabrics that he knows he could only provide by taking the chisel to sign his name to a world that he doesn't have an inkling of.

"I'll carve my name." He murmurs quietly and the sound of his voice thickly marinated in a cadence you've only ever heard from him nearly makes his eyes roll closed.

His weight nearly throws him off kilter, but his lip curls subtly when your hand comes up to his abdomen to steady him and you laugh at yourself for falling for his tricks, leaning your cheek into his hand further. "You cheeky bastard."

His hand falls from your other cheek to cover the one on his abdomen and drag it over his cloth clad body to to settle on where his heart thuds almost as fast as yours does.

"Carve your name with mine," His nose clumsily pushes yours and it makes your heart skip a beat and nearly still. His lips are on yours, but he doesn't kiss you and your hand leaves his cheek to tangle in his hair as he speaks against your lips, "When they shout a name to the heavens, I want it to be ours both entwined."

Your heart leaps and the closeness, the way you're half leaned on the desk and the chair so his body is flush with yours in almost every way possible makes you shiver and now you can see the flecks of golden stars that decorate his eyes, the galaxies upon galaxies of glittering coins that would make the finest hoard for any king. But you are no king nor dragon and yet the possessive greed to keep them to yourself overtakes you like a tidal wave.

"It does not have to be regal or high." His eyes nearly fall closed, "It just has to be yours."

You would give your name that easily.

reblogs and thirsts are welcome <333

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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Oooo vi and female reader?

Vi being too rough on her partner during sexy times and now shes making it up to her during aftercare with cuddles, snacks and a whole bunch of praise and kisses

this was good, i like practicing these from time to time, but i liked how vi's came out i think? she's always a sweetheart and i know she probs gets kinda shy. thank you for requesting, nonnie!

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, use of safe word, some emotional time, tads of angst dabbled in, vi being sweet, fluff and hurt/comfort, implied sexc times

The moment your safe word hit the air, the atmosphere changed. Vi rose from between your legs, rubbing your shaking legs and watching you turn onto your back with your arms over your eyes. You wouldn’t let them down for anything and it was starting to worry her as you and her exchanged quiet words about what’d happened until she’d handed you one of her baggy shirts and watched you change with your back to her, but when you turned and hugged her, relief flooded you.

She sank immediately into your touch and wrapped her arms around you, sighing, “I got lost in my head, I’m sorry.”

You feel yourself smile against her cheek, “You stopped.” You lean back to look at her face and she’s staring at your shirt despite her being bare.

“Hey,” you cup her cheek and she nuzzles into your hand, eyes opened and dazed before they find you and they’re glassy.

“You’re not mad?” Her voice is small and you pull her down to lie on top of you so you can stare at her from where she’s above you.

“We’d have problems if you didn’t listen to me- we communicated, it wasn’t so bad, but I got overwhelmed.” You tell her honestly and you cup her face, “I still want what comes after though and I want it with you.”

Vi nods and the subtle shift of those pretty eyes is all the proof you need to know that you’d gotten through to her. She laid back on your chest while you washed her hair and received the sweetest kisses to your lips while you laughed and talked about everything that's been going on with this week that you hadn’t gotten to share in your rush to be close to each other earlier. She was drying off your body, rubbing the tension out of your sides while you laid on her this time around.

“Thanks for this,” she rubs your back even as you clumsily come to plop yourself on her chest. “You’re really-”

Her voice cuts off when she notices how intense you’re staring at her and you smile at how her eyes avert, “I’m what?”

She shrugs, murmuring that you’re lovely. It makes you laugh, but she shuts you up with a kiss that knocks the breath from your lungs. You cup her face when you both part and you realize you’ve never seen her look so openly enamored with you.

“Thank you for trusting me, even though I-”

You kissed her this time and she smirked at your soft grin, “You’re welcome and there’s nothing that ebbs at my trust in you. Ever.”

#the arcane x reader #the arcane x you #the arcane x y/n #vi x reader #vi x you #vi x y/n #the arcane fluff #the arcane angst #arcane.misc #arcane.vi #twenty sentence special

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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falling slowly

ekko x reader

ekko knows exactly who to seek out when his board goes missing...

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact with my posts or you will be blocked, genderneutral!reader, fluff, fluff, and really.. just fluff, but seriously idc if this is an sfw post don't interact if your age isn't clearly visible, i didnt wanna call ekko's board a hoverboard unless i knew what it was actually called until it gets a name or i find out what it is, its just board in here until i make revisions

"don't you think that's dangerous?" the coy tone makes you scoff as you hold onto the railing beside you.

"what's dangerous is you not minding your own business." you scoff, turning your gaze so you won't have to face your very handsome friend. but ekko soundlessly stood beside your arm on the railing in front of you, whilst your body jerks from trying to find balance, he smirks.

"i think my board going missing is my business." he taps your calf with the tip of his boot and your leg twitches into place at the movement, effectively stilling you from where you're half hunched over.

you smile down at your feet, the faint whirring underneath them sends a thrill up your spine, but a tap to your chin makes you look up and ekko is standing there clearly amused by your reaction.

"can i have that back?"

his nose is a hair away from yours and it gives you plenty opportunity to stare into eyes that are nothing but fused shards of smoky quartz. it reminds you that there is no one like him. no one that can come close anyway.

"i'm using it." you flash him a grin that's meant to prick his nerves, but the fondness that accompanies the rare smile of his doesn't even bat an eye at irritation.

you have no idea how he doesn't hear how your heart's pounding against your chest, bit when he does nothing as you wildly flail on his board you realize this is nothing but fun for him.

he leans his head back on the wall and watches you struggle.

a particularly hard jolt makes you and the board almost go sailing forward into the wall, but your awkward and mildly amusing pose keeps you from doing just that. the milisecond of timid that you seem to keep while shaking atop his board makes ekko burst out laughing, hand coming up to shield his eyes while you grab onto his shoulder.

"gonna watch me break my face or do you want to give me some pointers?"

he smirks and a heavy boot of his lifts off the floor between your feet and steadies the board completely.

you fold your arms together, muttering, "show off."

"it's about the footing."

you tap his knee and he looks unimpressed. he doesn't take his foot off the board like you want. he pushes off the wall and onto his board.

his hands land on your hips as he stands with you on the board and you tense. he pats your hip. "calm down." he chides.

your gaze lifts and there's a fondness in his pretty eyes that makes your heart hammer. you relax in favor of wrapping an arm around his waist and watching how he easily sails around the room while you're clutching him.

he's moving slow enough to where if you were walking he'd be able to tread beside you. he's not doing it to make you shake, but to keep you from suddenly panicking at the slow tilting he does. ekko's doing it to calm you.

you turn your gaze up to him and a dazzling smile frames your face. his gaze darts away when he realizes it's directed at him and the low chuckle to keep himself from crashing makes you curl around him tighter.

he wraps an arm around your waist and glances at the darkening sky.

"wanna go for a ride?"

you glance out the window at the dimming lights below. everyone's settling down for the night and you know that he tends to guard around this time.

"don't you have to leave?" you turn your gaze back up at him and he gives a half smile, one that makes your heart leap.

"come with me then." he pulls you so your chest is flush with his, even with your legs wide and slotted.

your apprehension melts away at the shards in his eyes becoming molten and sweet. the promise in them makes you give and you lean with his movements as he sails out the broken window pane with you.

"i won't let you fall."

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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housewarming gift

silco x reader

the measures your lover takes to keep you safe are astounding...

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you’ll be blocked, swearing, fluff, just something i was thinking about. uhh maybe a fear warning?

Silco coming over when he discovers you live in a rough part of town. He’s taking it better than you hoped because after a few arguments: What will I do if something were to happen to you? How can I let you stay in such a-

You have to remind him that you both live in the undercity and he does mutter that you don’t have to live so harshly. You can live with him out of the way of the more harsh conditions of that in the very deep of the city, but you don’t say anything more about it. The look you give him shuts him up and he sighs when he realizes there’ s no changing your mind.

It’s really not that bad of an area. The air is cleaner on this side of town, but it is prone to break-ins. Silco agreed he’d come visit and you know that it’s mostly so that he can scope out the area and see what kind of security detail he can get away with. You’re surprised when he doesn’t show up a bunch of his ‘associates’.

He smiles when he sees you, tossing his head upwards to get hair out of his face unceremoniously.

“Good evening, love.”

The sweet old lady next door is scrambling inside at the sight of Silco, not at him, she could care less about your gangly boyfriend. It’s what he’s holding that makes you nervous.

Silco’s got a leash in each hand and he’s trying to attract your gaze before you can really start to panic, but it’s no use. Your eyes are glued to the guard dogs at his side, pointed ears that twitch forward to follow subtle noises but generally stand at attention towards you. The dogs are black and brown and he strokes between their ears on the flat of their heads. They’re fucking blindfolded.

“Silco.”

“These are a foreign breed. Dobermans, they’re called.”

Your eyes are narrowed at him and he doesn’t flinch in the slightest. He instead clicks his tongue and both sit simultaneously as he goes to join your side. He smirks in the slightest, taking your face in his hands and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. It’s barely returned because your eyes are focused on the giant dogs on your scrappy lawn.

“What the fuck is this? What happened to your-” you lower your voice and his smirk only grows. “Your security detail?”

“Oh.” He laughs in the slightest with his lips pressed against your temple, “They’re not mine. I bought these dogs for you.”

You gape at him as he takes their blindfolds off and their eyes find you and him before they go towards you. They jump when you jump, skittering down the lawn with less than pleased whines and you think it’s pathetic how they’ve decided to run from you, but Silco merely extends his hand before they’re going over to him.

“They’re trained to protect you specifically. See they recognize you from a sketch I had done, but of course they’re fond of me-”

“Silco.” you grab his arm and the dogs peer up at you, sniffing in your direction, but keeping their distance. “I’d rather have Sevika here.”

He waves his hand, “Nonsense. They’re lovely dogs.”

The two dogs growl at the birds at your feeder and snap their jaws at them. You lean into Silco and shake your head, “I think I’m going to faint.”

He presses a kiss to your cheek and whistles, they turn and approach with their nubbed tails wagging from side to side, “They’re very obedient.”

“So what’s this some sick joke?”

“Ever the dramatic one.” He sighs, “They’re house warming gifts.”

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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Hiii :3 could you do Vander x fem!reader where she wears his clothes and they're just.. absolutely pooling off of her. Way too big. The bottom of the legs of the pants are dragging under her feet, the shirt goes down to her thighs, and her chest is showing? And he just stops to admire small girlfriend <3

uhh.. soo.... um.... you didn't say no nsfw and it got kinda.. provocative... thank you for requesting but really, i wish i was sorry...

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, suggestive, nudity, ahh.. let's just call it smut, i didn't really say breasts for some reason? so it ended up kinda neutral, we'll call it fem!reader to be safe, its fluffy.. sorta

Vander blinks before he’s roaring with laughter, it’s the first time you’ve seen him lose his composure like this and he can’t help the grin on his face when he sees his clothes pooling around you like this.

“New style, love?” He smiles crossing the room to sit on the bed you both share and you shrug idly, not turning to look at him.

He’s no doubt dripping from his shower, but you’re still checking yourself out with the mirror on the wall when you gasp and slap your hands over your eyes after seeing him behind you. You knew he was there, but you didn’t know he was fucking naked.

“Cheeky bastard.” you sneer and it makes him laugh again, only this time, he pulls you so you’re sitting in his lap. It’s then that you decide to look at him even though your face feels like it might pop from how hot it is.

“You’re the one wearing my clothes and they look adorably relaxed-”

“You think?!”

Your flustered tone makes him smile, the laugh he gives is low against your neck making you shiver violently given how his beard scrapes down your neck. The whimper that tumbles from your lips is greeted by a nip to your jaw and you turn, setting your hands on his shoulders as his kisses trail down your neck to the swell of your chest.

“Van-”

He smiles leaning up to peck your lips, helping you out of the pants your wearing the jacket, but he stops you before you can pull off his shirt thats doing to hide your chest from him. It barely stays on your shoulders and yet the way he’s smiling from ear to ear and littering eskimo kisses up your neck is all the convincing you need.

“Keep it on.” He says as you’re turned onto your back.

Your eyes widen comically when his length is onyour abdomen where the shirt has ridden up, he taps the spot where his tip reaches on your stomach.

“I’ll be this deep,” he says. “And you’ll be begging for the shirt off by the time I’m through with you.”

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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jealous ekko x dumb founded reader???

this was nice, i didn't think ekko was the jealous type but now my eyes have been opened, he totally can be, thank you for requesting!!

warnings: minors/agelesss blogs do not interact, jealous!ekko, slightly possessive, fluff, gn!reader, poor bb ekko

Ekko considered that maybe keeping the relationship between you a secret, mostly for your safety, but sneaking around and not being able to hold you when he wanted seemed like a waste given he didn't know what day might be his last or yours for that matter. This was fine. Having you cuddle up beside him on the couch and ramble on about how your day went while you traced lines and features on his face was more than fine.

But you weren’t doing that to him today.

You’d curled up next to one of Scar’s trainee’s and, according to you, had a sweet smile. None of this sat well with Ekko, but when he leaned in the frame of the room where you were lounged next to him, that trainee had tensed immediately despite how flustered he looked compared to how relaxed you were. A heartstopping smile from you didn’t do much to ease the prickling feeling on the back of Ekko’s neck, “I was just asking Lyde about what happened today on his patrol since you were late coming back.”

Ekko really couldn’t help this, how oblivious could you be? That was what you and he did when you curled around him in your room and only when you swung your legs over Lyde’s lap did Ekko snap.

“Lyde.” He snapped and the poor boy scrambled to his feet, making up some excuse about needing to go join Scar for patrol, leaving you with a pout on your face. Ekko calling your name made your attention direct itself up at him and you shot him a scowl.

“What was that for? He didn’t do anything, Ekko.”

Your boyfriend sighed, wrapping his arms around your middle and tugging you up so that he can plop beside you on this bench and pull you between his legs.

“Do you not know about the effect you have on people?”

Your inquisitive eyes lifted to his and his heart lurched at how you managed to look as beautiful as you did and not understand how easily you could rile someone up. He groaned and you turned to set your chin on his chest, head tilting in the slightest, “Is it that bad?”

He chances a look at you and with how you’ve clung to him and the kiss you give his shoulder, he groans and swings an arm around you and one over his face.

“It’s bad for my health.”

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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Reader teaching vi how to properly bandage her hands a Vander catches the two of you?

Had that thought while wrapping my own hands and needed to send this in before I forget

you wrap your own hands? that's hot. but teach me so we can be fight club buddies together

mend the broken

vi x reader, vander x reader

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you'll be blocked, genderneutral reader, fluff, bits of angst, fluff, mentions of mylo, claggor, and powder, before silco's return, allusions to bullheaded brawler, plantonic kinda fic

You get the bar in the mornings and Vander gets the bar for the night shift. Despite all of his protests, you’ll help sling a few pints here and there during that time. When you’re closing up for him after a long night shift, you do catch the half-hearted scolding that Vander gives the troops after they snuck back in half an hour ago. Even when his eyes are heavy in his head, you really admire how he’s never raised his voice at those little crumbsnatchers you’d brought together with him.

It took awhile for Vi and Powder to accept the little family they were brought into with Claggor and Mylo who’d been brought in almost a week before, but you nor Vander were going to give up on this. The boys caved easily after a few meals and when Powder wasn’t with Vi, she was showing you her latest inventions.

All of them were a little tough to crack. Vander doesn’t say it outright, but the fissures and blatant apathy from the topside make it hard for any trust to get passed around. You both have had your experience with it. Mylo was skeptical of the two of you, even being the first under your wing, Claggor was uneasy, but came much faster than the first boy. Powder had almost caved immediately when she saw the impressive joint workshop that you started many years back and Claggor’s addition that was becoming much more advanced with every passing weekend. Violet, even seeing how much Mylo loved to get ahead of Vander when it was mealtime, was a little standoffish. She relented after a year, but you could see was still struggling.

You watched as she laid on the floor, trying to reach under the bar for the first aid kit, but you knocked on the counter, garnering her attention when you waved the makeshift kit you’d put together a while back after meeting Vander.

She sat in a booth, away from you, hissing and occasionally writhing from where she was tending to what you guessed was a scraped knee.

“You should rinse those scars out first.” You say as you take inventory behind the bar. “Why didn’t you let Mylo take care of those?”

“Because I’m fine.” She hissed at you.

You noticed how Vi had kept to Powder and Vander, hanging out with Claggor and, much to your surprise, scheming with Mylo. But she was always careful around you. Never sitting too close or going on about the schemes she’d pull with their newly formed posse though you never minded. She’d open up when she was ready.

You smiled even now at the bristle she offered. “You know Vander was the opposite of you when we were younger.” She didn’t say anything, but reminiscing about those times was always fun. “Especially when he’d scrape his knee running after me. I mean, he could really book.”

“He can’t do that now.” Vi muttered, but you’d heard it.

You were laughing, it was boisterous and you nearly dropped the glass in your hand; She flinched from how loud you were cackling at her remark, but you couldn’t gauge the look on her face.

“I mean, he did used to do a lot of the running when he started swinging his fists around for a couple bucks.”

Her mouth dropped open and wonder flashed in her grey eyes, but she reined in her awed expression quicker than it’d crossed her face. “Let me clean that up for you and I’ll tell you about how that big bear practically invented hopping rooftops running from enforcers.”

Violet’s eyes fell from yours as she thought it over for no longer than a minute before closing up the first aid kit with a nod and disappearing to go find a little clean water. When she returned, you were sitting on the other side of the bar and playing with bandages while she stood in the doorway of the bar.

“Hey, you ready?”

Vi looked taken back by your smile before coming to sit beside you. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw the condition of her hands. You silently extended your hand and she placed it in yours before you examined the faint marks that the bandages left.

“Does everybody wrap their hands like this?” You smile and look up at her. “You did pretty good your first time around.”

You noticed her curious eyes as you picked up some antiseptic and laughed.

“I’m guessing you want to learn what Vander did to make enforcers chase him, not how to tend a wound.”

“Was he cool?” She asked.

You shrugged. “He had almost all of the lanes wrapped around his finger, so I guess you could say that. I thought he was a know-it-all.”

That earned the teeniest of smiles out of Violet who seemed to want to know more about Vander’s younger years.

“He used to fight a lot and he lost like one out of yen each time and would come whining to me about it, but he’d never treat his own wounds after we met.”

“Vander?” Vi asked.

“Yeah.” You smirked. “He even went to brawl under the bridge near Piltover. He always lost over there, but he liked the crowd I think.”

“Did you ever go watch him?”

“Unfortunately.”

Vi’s quizzical brow raise looked too much like Vander’s, but you opted for leaving that little memento for you to think about later.

“To be perfectly honest, I thought the fights were really barbaric. Back then they’d have some shifty looking fighting rings and sometimes fixed fights would get out of hand, so I avoided going. But then the bighead in there started brawling too much and I had to make him take it easy. So we made a deal and I started going.”

Vi shifted in her chair, leaning on the bar counter while you rubbed some antiseptic on her knuckles. “Did you like going to watch him after?”

“Eh,” you thought for a moment and then gave a nod. “You know what? Yeah. I think I enjoyed myself the more and more I saw him. He was really good and he became such a show off the more he fought so it was fun to watch him goof off.”

You let go of Vi’s hand, standing up and motioning for her to help you out.

“He’d do this thing where-”

Vi watched in awe, splurging about fighting moves and asking what he liked to use most while you showed her a few of Vander’s showboating moves that had Vi comparing his moves to fights she’d seen recently.

Seeing her so open, even more than you’d seen her with Mylo or Vander, made your chest warm from seeing this side of her.

“But my favorite move of his was the one where he’d grab the wrist and yank so the knee connects with the stomach. It’s a devastating move, but it closed out his round easily and broke records so it’s my favorite.” You say, sitting down as Vi showed you a couple of her own moves. “He’d help you if you asked him.”

She scoffed and you watched her close up again. Sitting beside you and staring at the empty pool table. “I don’t want to hear another lecture about how fighting is wrong.”

“Oh please, I know that brawler in him is itching to pass on the legacy. He doesn’t want you getting hurt like this is all.” You twirl a bandage around your finger. “I’ll show you how to wrap them and I’ll help you practice a little.”

Her head whipped to you. “But won’t we get in trouble?”

You smirk and tap her jaw with your face. “He’s not going to stop you from doing what you love, Vi.”

You wrap one of her hands, explaining every step and how it should feel on your hand for every wrap she makes and watch as she reiterates some of it back with a little correction from you.

“We going to war now?” You hear Vander quip from the doorway and Vi doesn’t turn to look at him as she looks at her hands.

You turn your attention to him and he’s intrigued by the scene laid out before him. “I was telling Vi that you were lousy at taking care of your own bruises.”

He scoffs, displeased with you bringing up that forgotten skill set of his, “That’s what you were for.”

You flick his jaw and he’s motioning to Vi’s left hand, “Looks like you’ve gotten rusty, too.”

Vi flashed him a proud smile, it’s rare, but you can tell that she’s just knocked Vander flat with that smile of hers. “I wrapped that hand.”

“And she’s better at it than you were.” You tease and Vander rolls his eyes. “But from what I can tell, her guard is like yours when you first started.”

“My guard was great,” he gaped at you. You snickered and shook your head.

“Neither of you know how to guard your faces and you were practically a punching bag.” You start packing away the first aid kit and a sly smile comes on your face. “But I told Vi about those opening moves of yours.”

He smiles and you see the tips of his ears turn a bit red. “They were so dated.”

“But that’s what made them cool.” Vi piped up.

You both looked at Vi who was starry eyed and swinging her fists in the moves that only Vander could’ve mastered.

He looked completely moved. The hand over his mouth that was there to make him look like he was thinking was in actuality to keep him from looking like an emotional, speechless mess. But you saw right through it.

“You know,” You slid him the first aid kit. “Vi’s not interested in beating people’s brains out.”

Vander watched you and Vi set her hands on the counter, effectively getting his attention back on her, “Can you teach me some of those moves?”

Vander raised his brow and crossed his arms, “Who taught you to be so straightforward?”

“That’s how you are.” You call from where you’re wiping down the booth that Vi was at.

You watch Vander sigh and shrug, “If you keep wrapping your hands then-”

“Yes!” Vi was pumping her fists in the air before he could even finish his sentence.

You give her a smile and toss the rag you have at Vander, covering his face and making you laugh at the glare he’s sending you. “It’s about time.”

“We’re waiting till your hands heal up a bit.” He makes a gesture to his knuckles and she nods, “Go rest up. It’s late already.”

Before Vi gets far, she stops and hugs your waist. It’s brief and she sends you a tiny smile and a quiet thanks before she’s leaving you and Vander to tend the empty bar.

“Don’t think I didn’t get that.” He leans on the counter, “Teaching my moves to that nibbler.”

You shrug and wrap your arms around him, “She reminds me of you.”

He sighs and picks you up so you’re level with him, but more importantly, so he can bury his face in your neck. “That was a low blow.”

You ran your hand through his damp hair, “It got me what I wanted.”

He raises a brow and it’s now that you can appreciate just how much he’s rubbed off on every one of those kids. Vi being the most like him is incredible and the way all of them follow him around like little ducklings is almost too much for you to handle sometimes.

“Hey,” Powder pokes her head in the room. “Mylo told me to tell you it’s leaky in our room so we can sleep in your bed tonight.”

“Powder!” You hear the boy snip before yanking her out of the doorway.

Vander is laughing and you’re smiling, wrapping your arms around his neck as he plants a few kisses on your cheek. “When are they going to stop sleeping with us?”

You plant a tender kiss on his lips. It’s for the smiles you share with each other, the little schemes you pull with the newly formed family you have in favor of annoying Vander a little (he loves the distraction with all his heart), and the moments you all have in this little corner of the fissures.

“When you learn how to take care of your own cuts.”

He groans and you’re laughing, pressing a kiss and going to go join the waiting dogpile in your shared bedroom.

“I get the left side, Claggor!” He calls up the stairs as he shuts the bar lights out and moonlight filters through the windows.

Dogpiled in bed with your family in the late autumn months in the fissures with Vander and Claggor bickering over who gets the leftside, Mylo and Powder who snip at each other for kicking each other in their sleep, and Vi who is quiet as a mouse from where she’s comfortably nestled into your back. Nothing comes close to being as great as this home you’d helped to build.

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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Ah, you're welcome!! I hadn't intended for it to get that long. If there's anyone I kin from Arcane it's definitely Ekko. Istg I will raise hell if Riot gives him anything less than the spotlight in S2.

Oh, but to be the lover of the boy savior. You're technically another big sister/brother/sibling that the kids of the commune look up to. He's the leader who fights on the outside, you're the leader who holds things down on the inside. A dynamic duo the two of you are

I have a personal headcanon that when ekko comes home all he wants is you. He doesn't wanna debrief shit, he barely wants to shrug off his clothes and chuck his boots into any corner of the room. He doesn't wanna say hi to the kids but give them a lil wave so that they know he's not purposefully ignoring them

He just wants you, his lover, in his lap, to hold you close and tight and never let you go. To kiss you in the most sensual way, hands roaming your body, rough and calloused from tinkering, heavy lifting, carrying the weight of responsibility. Everything fades away with you, and he can't help but let a breathy, strained "I need you" leave his lips when he feels the pressure of your hips begin to weigh down on his.

omg my brain is melting out of my ears and this isn't helping. im just thinking about how ekko hates smoking because the air in the undercity is bad enough as it is and he just- everywhere else that isn't where you are is simply unbearable. he's a soft spot for the crap hole of the undercity but it is still the polluted undercity.

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked,, lil smut under the cut, seperation anxiety..

i know he comes home in a flurry. he pulls the pigtails of one kid and maybe he spares the faintest of smiles, it makes you smile from where you're in your room. but the moment he juts his head towards the door, they're out and he's inside of you.

it's hungry, but he's never rough when he gets home. he's grabbed tight and the hand he curls around your neck when he's languidly sliding in and out of you is nothing, but heaven on earth. he stares into your eyes when they're not shut and he doesn't have his face buried into his shouoder.

you trust him with his hand around your throat and the way your hips buck to meet his only provides him that much more relief because you're here. you come alive beneath the tips of his fingers, the way you gasp, twitch, shudder and moan from the pleasure he gives you and the pleasure he gets from fucking into you makes his breathing falter. his hips falter and every time he fucks you, at some point, he wraps his arms around your hips and waist so there's no room between you. it's bodies sliding against each other, your moans in his ear ss his lips press against yoor throat in an effort to muffle his wanton groans and the desperate gasps.

your hand finds his that's curled over where you're dripping the most and you're shuddering, barely able to keep your hips from trying to writhe away from the ecstacy he's pumping you with. it's mind numbing and the moment he faintly thinks you need this for pleasure you're gasping, shouting that you love him. it makes no nevermind that you're coming undone from how desperately the two of you are trying to stay close, to breathe nothing but each other's scent in the humid air thats filled your room.

when that choked sound escapes his mouth onto the column of your throat and your legs won't stop shaking from where he's slotted his between yours, you can't come down from that high. not when you're entirely sure that he's everything. you're everything to him. and a welcome home kiss can't fulfill the gratitude you both feel when the other returns. when the other comes home. his hands still knead your backside, fingertips run up your spine and you shiver. he hums out an apology that he almost means because he needed to check that you weren't a dream. you nestle closer despite those wandering hands making you twitch because you're happy they're nothing your mind has conjured up.

he stays close for awhile and the tree whispers about, bustling as if it's rejoicing that you're both together again and it's a welcome sound.

together ekko has built a home with you. one that he will not be so easily pulled away from and any opposing thought is thwarted when his arms wrap themselves around you. you're a cornerstone and he's yours, without one or both, all that you know comes crashing down either way. you both know it. you whimper and the sound is swallowed by his kiss when he murmurs against your lips that he's yours for the rest of today and you'll always have him for now and the rest of your lives.

his arm is wrapped around your shoulders because he's not ready to remember what it feels like when your body isn't flush against his. you're all the home he wants and all he'll ever need, but every day he steps out forces him to be faced with his anxieties the moment he thinks he has it under control.

"i love you." you whisper. he squeezes his eyes shut and his face is no longer visible when it's smushed into your cheek.

"i don't want to leave you every day."

it's a promise. one he swears by. he wants to stay home with you and he wants to cook with you and go wander the streets with you like the world is both yours for the taking and the lump in his throat is one that he's long learned to swallow but knowing that the world is meant for those who will bend for it, not the lovers who will bend the space and time for each other. he swallows anyway because this is the life he's accepted and it's worth more than a world of those with nothing to lose when his everything would give everything and more just to see him breathe another breath.

there is promise on your skin. the darkenning marks on each other, the swollen lines, the cresents left in skin is only there for memory. solely for memory. so when you see the way he winces when someone slaps his back or when ekko sees the stains on your skin from his hands and a few darkening lovebites from his already baggy shirt that's wayy too big on you. as his fingers glide across the puffy lovebites between your thighs, leaving kisses and lingering fingers before he moves to get up from bed is the promise of something deeper than what pleasure he finds between your legs.

his arm is caught and he turns, finding you teary eyed and lip trembling because you don't know what you'd do without him beside you and he never laughs. ever.

he pulls his arm so that your hand glides into his hand easily and he squeezes it when he leans over you to bask in your lips and the way your arms curl around his neck. he needs to go to the bathroom and get back so he can hurry back to trace lines, write his name on your skin with his fingers and he's not going to mnimize the desperation you feel. especially not when he's crippled with the same feeling whenever he doesn't have to be out to patrol streets or drive away the dangers that threaten what he loves most. this is nothing compared rare occasions you give him a good scare when you're asleep and don't answer him when he's home.

he cleans you with gentle hands and his aren't as rough as they should be after all the broken and scarred things he's held together. you care for him and his calluses, they're only rough in the swell of his palm and occasionally his fingertips. his knuckles can't be helped, but his touch is soft otherwise. you're pliant and lean into him each time because despite all ekko has seen and all he's been through he's yours and he's careful, patient person he is.

he kisses your skin, you, over and over and between them you both can't help staring or murmuring nonsensically because you're mapping out the planes of each other's face to commit them to memory. you do it because you won't have that time when he's jumping out the window or running out the door to make out the light in his eyes or the smile you get when he cups your cheek. you do it so that you can remember everything before you both come home to the other.

and really, im here for it. i love ekko and this got unreasonably long but was totally worth it. ekkos so worth it,, i love you so much for giving me this, i can barely fit it all in this baby here

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