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The Least Sane Moments

Part 1/?

Vander X OC

Pairing: M/F

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Sexual tension, Canon typical violence, barely proofread and edited, no beta, I'm giving y'all my raw ass writing.

Taglist: @gaybybirth (DM me to be added to the taglist!)

-Vander-

It wasn't often that he saw a new individual in The Last Drop. And when he did, Vander always had the right judgement to decide if he needed to interfere with whatever they were doing. The bar was a hub for all kinds of business transactions, most illegal, but all were under his protection. If something was about to go sideways, he always knew when and how to step in.

Always meaning except for now. And all Vander could do was watch and make sure she stayed right where she was. 

He had no idea who this woman was, and the way she watched the room so intently was starting to make him nervous, especially as the drink in front of her remained untouched. From the looks of the bar, Vander wasn't the only one. Every once in a while, another patron would glance at her out of the corner of their eye, or shift in their seat away from her. 

Their uneasiness was likely because of how comfortable the mysterious woman was. She wore a mask that covered her entire face, making it impossible to see exactly what or who she was so focused on. She wore a floor length skirt that fanned out as though it turned her hidden corner booth into a throne, and her shirt clung tightly to her frame, showing she was muscular and likely an experienced fighter with the hook-swords that rested on her back. 

More people began to notice her, and it was definitely starting to throw everyone off. That, Vander couldn't have. The least he could do for his patrons would be to occupy her. 

Vander made his way to her booth, and sat down next to her like it was a courtesy to everyone else. He didn't say anything, and she didn't even turn her head to look at him. He struck a match with his thumb and lit his pipe, still gaining no attention from her. 

Fine, breaking the ice could be his job. "My drinks that bad, or are you just not thirsty?"

She didn't even spare him a glance. 

"Or maybe something else has captured your focus." 

No movement came from the mysterious woman, but she spoke. "Work." Came a growl like a whisper. Some kind of modulator in the mask must be changing her voice. 

Vander only nodded along, letting out an understanding hum. "If you're waiting for someone, I doubt they're gonna show. You've been here for hours and I'm the only one to even approach your booth here." 

"If you're lucky, he'll be a no-show." She stated with finality. 

"And if he does?" 

"Then I'm the lucky one." The voice modifier glitched as though she gave a small chuckle. 

Vander raised his brow at her, but looked around the bar once again from her vantage point. The entire room was visible from this booth, and her spot was chosen well. 

"Not to sound crude, but is there any situation where we both get lucky?" He asked. 

"One where I'm fast enough, and you're smooth enough, but that second one is looking less likely by the minute." The remark made him laugh a bit, but he was starting to get the picture now. 

"Then I'll leave you to focus on work while I think of a good pick-up line." Vander stood up again, heading back to the counter. For a brief moment, she looked over him like she was finally acknowledging his existence. 

He was barely even behind the bar when she dashed out of her booth like a flash of light. Vander barely had time to realize what she was after until she already had it in her grasp. What he did see was the hook of her sword looped around a man's hand that was holding a pistol. Her other blade was held at his neck. 

Even the shooter was struggling to process exactly what happened because it had all happened in less than a split second. Vander himself was just now putting the pieces together. 

This man had just tried to kill him. And she had just saved his life. 

The woman didn't waste another moment before bringing the butt of her sword across his temple, knocking the shooter out. The pistol clattered to the ground as she slung him over her shoulder. 

She tossed a small bag of coins onto the bar counter for her untouched drink. "Guess I got lucky this time." 

If that had happened to anyone else, Vander might have thought she was just a bounty hunter. Which brought its own problems if he just let bounty hunters come into his bar and start taking people.

But that was an attempt on his own life, which likely meant someone was trying to make a poorly thought out power-play. But if someone knew about it and saved his life, then that had to mean she was either on Vander's side of a war he didn't know about, or she was making a power-play of her own. All of this on top of the fact that she took the attempted shooter alive, which made no sense at all, unless someone was paying her to bring him back alive. 

The entire floor was quiet, everyone wondering just as much as him what the hell just happened. Some appeared just as worried as he was that someone might be out there trying to take over his position in charge of The Lanes. Others just looked concerned for him and were just waiting for him to say he needed help, or that he was fine. Most were curious if he would start a manhunt for the shooter and try to make him pay for the attempt on his life. 

All he could do for now was take it in stride as he picked up the dropped gun and shrugged. "Not a night at The Last Drop without at least one murder attempt, aye?" 

The majority of the patrons laughed it off. If Vander wasn't worried about it, they wouldn't be either. One woman came up to the bar and asked him if he was really alright. Vander just assured her that it wasn't all that surprising, but he'd keep an eye out now. 

She seemed to take his answer, even though Vander was definitely going to get to the bottom of this. 

Only a few hours later, everyone had left The Last Drop and Vander found himself cleaning up on his own. The back door swung open, giving him the only warning he would have for what would happen next. 

"Vander?" Powder called out into the empty hallway as soon as the door was barely even open. 

"I'm just closing up." 

All four of the kids found him, Powder jumping and hugging him the second she saw him, while Vi, Mylo, and Claggor took a seat at the bar counter. 

"What happened? We heard someone tried to blow your brains out." Mylo wondered. 

"And that someone was unsuccessful." Vander said matter-of-factly. 

"Something about a crazy bounty hunter too?" Powder asked. 

"Yeah, something about her." He agreed, lifting Powder up and sitting her on the counter. "I guess she was going after the shooter. Still paid for her drinks, though." 

"Who was she?" Claggor asked. 

"No idea." He answered honestly. "She was smart enough to wear a mask with a voice scrambler, but she didn't seem super interested in sticking around after she'd grabbed her mark."

Mylo shrugged when Claggor looked at him, and Powder just looked relieved that he was alright. Vi, though, could tell something was wrong. She hadn't said anything since she walked in, but Vander could tell she wanted to say something.

"While you're all here, you might as well help me close up. Vi, I could use a hand in the supply room. Everybody else, grab a rag or a broom." He ordered them, getting a few groans from the lot of them. 

Vi followed him to the supply room where he started organizing everything and taking mental note of anything they were running low on. "You got something on your mind, or are you gonna help me out here?" 

"Don't you find this all a little weird?" She asked. 

"Can't say it's never happened before." Vander shrugged. "I try to keep The Last Drop sane, but there's always at least one attempted poisoning or stabbing on the floor a day." 

Vi huffed, "No, I mean the one day someone finally decides to try you, a bounty hunter just happens to come along looking for the guy? It's suspicious as hell!" 

Damn girl was smart. "You might be right." She definitely was. "I certainly doubt it's a coincidence. Regardless of the odds, that woman protected me, and it won't go unnoticed by The Lanes. She's gonna get a few allies, and a lot more enemies because of what happened tonight." 

"So you're just gonna let it slide?" She questioned. 

"No. You know I won't let some bastard try to kill me and not drag his arse through the mud." Vander joked, getting a laugh from the young girl. "I just need to gather some intel before I get to dragging." 

Vi laughed, giving him a side hug as they came out of the supply room. 

It was best the kids didn't know how close of a call it had been. If the bounty hunter had been even a split second too slow, he might not have walked away. The Lanes would see her action as a sacrifice with no hesitation for the sake of his life. That meant more for him than it did for her. 

The people would see Vander as a man in her debt. A debt he would have to pay back to her in one way or another. He didn't like being in the debt of someone he knew well, let alone someone he's never seen the face of. And for her, well, it would surprise him if someone were to make an attempt on her life now that they would assume they were working together. 

And the matter of the guy that actually tried to kill him was a whole different mess. Of his goal was just to make a stupid power-play, then why did someone know about it? There was no way this guy was that stupid. 

Vander would have to get to the bottom of this, and all he had to go on as of now, was the pistol that was left behind. He'd picked it up earlier, but now he actually had the chance to get a good look at it. 

The thing was barely functional. Most of the original pieces were missing and replaced by new ones. This thing had been frequently repaired, but the gun itself was new too. Which meant it likely came from a shop recently. 

The first place on his mind was Benzo's. Vander made his way to the shop, more people than usual watched him as he walked down the street. News always spreads fast down here. 

Benzo's door wasn't even locked thus late at night. "We're closed!" 

"Sounds like a shit business strategy." Vander replied. 

Benzo laughed, "Well, you're never here to buy anything anyway." 

"Then I can't break tradition, now can I?" He laughed back, placing the pistol on the counter. 

"This from your biggest fan?" Benzo asked. 

"Yeah, he dropped it after the hunter knocked him out." He said, "Looks like it came from a shop recently. Figured I'd start with you." 

Benzo looked at the piece carefully. "You were right to. Ekko repaired it, I sold it. I remember the fellow too. Nothing unusual about him, just that he looked scared stupid. Not all that weird for a guy buying a piece for as cheap as he can. Wouldn't have remembered him if it weren't for who came in looking for him." 

That was more promising. "Who was looking for him?" 

The larger man shrugged. "Don't know. Never saw her face, but Ekko recognized her. She asked what he bought, and if the gun was functional. As soon as I told her she was gone. I take it she's probably the woman that saved your ugly mug." 

"You don't know anything about her?" 

"Don't think anybody does." Benzo shrugged. "But you could always try to ask her yourself." 

"I would if I knew where to find her at all." 

"Well, then good thing I know a kid who does." Benzo gestured behind Vander. 

Ekko stood in the doorframe, looking between the two of them. The kid couldn't even be six years old, only a little younger than Powder. 

"Ekko." Vander acknowledged, "Do you know how to find the woman in the mask?" 

"Yeah, but why do you want to find her?" Ekko asked. 

"I'm sure you heard too. She stopped someone that could have killed me. I owe her one." 

The young boy took a second, glancing back at Benzo for a minute. "I'll tell her you're looking, but she'll come find you." 

Vander nodded. "That's all I really can ask. Thank you, Ekko." The boy nodded, running off as fast as he could. "How does he know her?" 

"Told me she protected him." Benzo answered. "Something about a few older kids trying to steal from him. She was waiting at the end of the alley, and scared the shit out of them. But she gave Ekko his stuff back and got him home safe." 

She had a soft spot for kids. Vander doubted she was after a bounty on a couple petty thieves, and she didn't have to help Ekko. 

"You think she's dangerous?" Benzo asked. 

"For Ekko, no." He answered honestly. "I think she's alone, though. Probably a vendetta hunter only going after debts and bounties she hears about." 

"You think she'll meet with you?"

"Only one way to find out." Vander shrugged, heading back out the shop door. If she does show up, it'll be by morning. 

Vander didn't sleep very long. He had to be up well before opening, and he was not a morning person. Along with the thought that either Ekko would show up and say the hunter wouldn't meet with him, or she'd show up herself. 

It was early for a barkeep to be up. And even earlier to be surprised in the alley next to the bar. 

"A little bird told me you're sticking your nose in my business." The modified voice startled him, and if he'd been anyone else, he probably would have jumped away, but he had no idea where her voice was even coming from. 

"Well, it makes sense that I wanted to thank the woman that saved my life." He still couldn't see her. 

"I didn't do it for you." A sudden thud on the ground behind him made it clear where she was. 

She was a little shorter than he remembered her. Though, admittedly someone probably looks bigger when they're throwing an attempted murderer over their shoulder. Now, she was nearly a whole foot shorter than him.

"Then why did you?" He asked. "And why'd you wait until he tried to kill me to grab him?"

"Didn't want to leave a mess." She stated simply. If ever there was a woman of few words. 

Her reason did make sense. If she had gone after him at any other moment, the fight would have trashed the bar, and someone else could have gotten hurt. Waiting until he was focused on his goal to attack was the only way to make sure the least amount of damage was done. 

And if she had attacked him on the way to The Last Drop, anyone on the street could have been caught in the crossfire. She was smart, and did her best given the circumstances. 

"Fair enough." Vander agreed. The woman started to leave, walking past him, but he stepped in front of her to block her path. "I still have questions." 

"I'm sure you do." 

"You know why he went after me?" 

"You have plenty of enemies." She said. 

"I've never met him." 

"Plenty with friends." She argued back, a blank mask staring up at him, hands at her sides without any movement at all.

"Then who hired you to save me from an assassin?"

"Nobody." 

Vander was growing impatient. "You're not giving me a lot to go on here."

She tilted her head to the side with faux innocence, "You noticed?" 

He actually had to look away from her to stop himself from laughing, but even he couldn't help but smile, even if she was vaguely annoying. "Then what can you tell me?" 

"I can tell you anything I want. I just don't want to." 

Vander took another step up to her. Usually he did so for intimidation, but something about her made him sure that not much scared her. There was one thing true about The Lanes, and she made it explicitly clear. Nobody wants to tell you shit unless you got shit to give. 

"Alright. Fair enough. Maybe I could invite you in for drinks. On me, of course." He offered.

He heard that glitch again like she was laughing and the modulator couldn't quite make sense of it. "It's eight in the morning, Vander." 

"A little day-drinking never hurt anyone." He argued back.

She visibly relaxed. "Thank you, but I have to get to work. Don't worry, I'll keep it out of your bar tonight."

"Then the least you can do is tell me your name." 

She tensed up again, and Vander worried he'd crossed a line. She stepped back a bit, looking away from him. "Don't have one to tell." 

So that's what it was about. Not that it was unheard of, in fact a lot of people in the undercity gave themselves names because they didn't grow up with anyone that cared enough to give them one. "Well, I'd like to call you something if you'd let me." 

Her head snapped up to him once again, this time the gesture held surprise and curiosity. "What?" 

"How about Minute? Call you Mita for short?" 

"Minute?" She asked. 

"'Cause I knew you'd be trouble the minute I saw you." 

She looked up the wall of the building she stood in front of, plotting a climbing route. Vander was certain she was just going to jump away and leave him there in silence.

"Mita…" her voice was so quiet the modulator barely picked it up. "I like it." 

She pulled the hook-swords off her back and jumped up, latching onto one of the pipes and using it as leverage to get to the next ledge before disappearing. 

Mita. He didn't get much out of her, but with any luck he'd see her again. Though, Vander had to draw himself a line; he wouldn't ask Ekko to find her again unless one of her problems dropped at his feet again. Now that he had a way to contact her, he didn't want to abuse it. Especially since that only contact was a five-year-old boy. 

The kids went out by noon, and still weren't back. Though Vander wasn't too worried, he knew they were playing by the bridge. It was a pretty slow night, and everyone was gone well before he officially closed. These days, quiet nights are hard to come by. 

Just when Vander thought he could relax, the bell at the front door rang. "We're closed." 

"I can go if you want, but I came to see if your offer was still open." Her voice made him look up immediately. 

"Mita." Was all he could get out for a brief moment. "Sure, the offer's still open. But it depends on how much you drink." 

The glitching laugh in her modulator made him smile again. "I'll be sure to control myself." She comforted. 

"Well, pull up a stool. What'll you be having?" 

"What do you have that has a fifty-fifty chance of killing me?" 

Vander nodded, knowing the exact kind of thing she was looking for. Mita watched him with unwavering focus as he brought out the bottle and poured both of them a glass. It was hard not to immediately start asking questions. Not only did he want the ones she had refused to answer earlier, but he was also curious about why she'd changed her mind about coming here at all. 

Instead, he leaned against the counter in comfortable silence, taking the first drink to assure Mita that the bottle wasn't poisoned. 

Mita's hand went up to her jaw, pressing a button that clicked, and opened the mask right down the center. It took everything in Vander to not stare at her; to see her face for the first time and obsessively watch the expressions that she'd kept private until now. 

She comfortably slid the two halves of the mask to the side of the helmet, and took the whole thing off her head, placing it on the counter beside her. Mita took a deep breath in, relaxing with the breath of fresh air without the faceplate in the way. 

Now Vander watched, suddenly all the more enamored as she brought the glass of hard liquor to her lips. 

He wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting, but somehow she was definitely a battle-hardened bounty hunter. She was a pale thing. Short, dark red hair was cropped close to her head and looked a mess from being in that helmet all day. The stress lines around brown eyes and across the rest of her face told him she was around his age; probably fighting with those swords long before the oldest of the kids ever saw the light of day. 

Vander wasn't sure what Mita looked like when well rested, and stress free, but whatever that looked like, this wasn't it. "Rough day?"

She sighed, trying to let out the stress that came with her job. "A typical day." 

Her unmodified voice was still low and meticulous, but smoother than the mask made it. Really the mask only added some crackle and deeper tones to an already intimidating voice. But right now, Mita wasn't intimidating; she sounded soft, and perhaps a little defeated. 

"Oh so a normal day doesn't look like heroically saving a man's life?" He joked, earning a small smile from her. 

"I'd love for that to be a normal day." She chuckled. "Maybe I could get more kind gentlemen offering a free drink or two." 

"Then what does a typical day look like for you?" 

"A hell of a lot less exciting, and not nearly as rewarding." Mita gestured to her glass again. "Most of my work is just following tracks; some marks are just bad at covering theirs up like your favorite patron." 

Vander nodded in agreement. "You never did tell me how you knew he was after me." 

"Because of who he owed a debt to." She explained. "Someone who hates you quite a bit. He thought killing you could repay that debt. When he scrambled, I was hired to bring him back alive, but I didn't know it was you he was looking for until he was already here. But you don't need to worry about getting shot at again. My employer got so angry he killed the guy himself." 

While it would be invaluable to know who hired her that hated him so much, Vander knew better than to ask. "You're right, that's quite a day. So what brings you here?" 

Mita thought for a second. "I'm not exactly sure." She said. "I just didn't want to be alone." 

"There's a few places that specialize in that profession around here. So why me?" 

She smiled again. "You're the only one that knows my name." 

Vander wasn't sure why the comment struck him the way it did. It made him want her to stay much longer than he knew she would. It made her smile seem all the more important, and made him realize just how vulnerable of a state she was in right now. 

He saw her face. Heard her voice. Knew her name. As of now, nobody else in the world could say the same. 

All too quickly, he also realized he hadn't said anything in a while, and she hadn't either. 

Mita's soft smile hadn't changed, and she comfortably leaned against the counter, simply taking in Vander's presence like just him being there was enough to heal the aches and tiredness that had accumulated throughout her day. And for some reason, he felt the same. 

"So, what's a typical day look like for The Hound of the Underground?" She asked playfully. 

"Ah, well, not nearly as exciting as yours, but if I had a coin for every time someone nearly died here, I could close up shop for good." He chuckled. 

"If you're empty this early, I take it today was slow." She noted. "You get one in here tonight?" 

"Yeah, actually." He recalled. "Today was a botched poisoning. Young girl, trying to capsize an older fellow that was creepin' on her. She just wasn't as slick as she thought." 

"He saw?" 

"No, her poison was too strong. He tasted it with just a sip." 

"Maybe I could give her a few pointers." Mita joked. 

"I doubt a girl like her would take too well to fancy hook-swords." 

"Come on now, Vander. Of all the things you've learned about me in the last twenty-four hours, you didn't pick up on how non-confrontational I am?" She poked at his arm. 

"Well, I know you stay away from catching other people in the crossfire." He allowed. "But poison? You just don't seem the type." 

"That's the best time to poison someone." She pointed out, getting a laugh out of him.

"Alright then, what would you have done, smooth poisoner?" He asked. 

"Depends on the drink he's having." She pulled out a small box from the pouch on her belt, opening it to show Vander what was held inside. The box had nearly ten vials of various liquids and powders, all of which were labeled as some kind of poison or antidote. Mita picked out a few. "I'd say these four are best for subtle poisoning."

"If he's drinking hard liquor, I wouldn't feel too worried about using cyanide. It's effective, fast, and doesn't take a lot to kill a very large man, but it's bitter, and will be noticed very fast in just about any other drink." She explained. 

"Alright, what about mixed drinks? Some are very delicate, and others are pretty strong." Vander had to admit, the interest on her face when she pulled out the poisons was outright beaming, and he didn't want her to stop.

"Can't go wrong with ricin." She picked up the fourth of the vials, but he noticed this one was filled with a white powder. "Put it on food, in a drink, or anything else the victim will ingest. Odorless, tasteless, and unnoticeable until the guy is already dead. But it is a bit slower to take action as it slowly makes the victim grow more ill." 

"Subtle if you don't want anybody to know you killed them." Vander noted. "But what if I needed him to drop dead faster?" 

Mita grinned, moving the third vial forward. "Nightshade." She said, "Sweet to taste and smell, but it takes quite a lot to kill a full grown man quickly. It'll also mess with the color, so either you hope he's drinking something dark, or you'll have to risk the bitter cyanide or slow ricin." 

That was certainly interesting. Mita grinned, Watching him consider her expertise. Normally someone displaying their finest poisons would be an intimidation tactic or a foolish boast. But the way she smiled made Vander sure that it was a sign of trust. 

Why she trusted him, he didn't know. Why he was so happy about it was also a mystery to him, but he wanted to know the extent of her trust, and how much he wanted to do the same. 

Vander leaned forward on his elbows, bringing himself nose to nose with Mita. She didn't lean back; only tilting her head to the side as though she was unimpressed. "And do tell me, Mita. What if you wanted to kill me?"

"Depends on exactly what I'm trying to prove." She considered, "I know fighting you gives me only a fifty-fifty chance of surviving, so that's only if I need to prove I'm stronger than you." 

"Optimistic, but what if you just wanted me dead." 

"I would want you to know it was me that killed you." Mita said, "So I might show off my poisons, tell you what they do, and how to slip them into someone's drink." 

"But I might be expecting you to poison me now. Maybe I won't leave my drink anywhere near you." He took another sip from his glass, still not looking away from her.

"I wouldn't slip a poison into your drink." She stated, laughing slightly, but he was close enough that he felt her breath on his beard. 

"Then what would you do?" 

Mita smirked. "I'd flirt a bit. Tease you a little, maybe let you give me a name, and give you just enough attention to drive you mad." 

"I think I'm following so far."

"Good. Because I would use a poison I haven't told you about yet." Mita picked up the second vial, and placed it in his hand. "This is a concoction of my own design. One that I regularly take an antidote to. Very potent, tasteless and odorless." 

"And what would you do with this?" Vander asked, looking away for a second to see what the liquid even looked like. It was a pale pink, almost syrupy in consistency. 

"Once I've got you completely enamored with me, I would bring you close, and keep teasing you. Maybe offer a touch or two. Just enough to make us both excited, but never enough for either of us." She continued.

"Hey, now this seems a little familiar." He joked, looking back up in time to see her smile again.  

"All of this until you can't take it anymore, and you can't help but kiss me like doing so would save your life again." Mita lifted a hand tracing her fingers so lightly across his jaw. "Only to find the poison was on my lips the whole time." 

Neither of them moved, and Vander found it hard to breathe. "But that's only if you wanted to kill me." 

"Right." She agreed. 

"How fast does that one act?" He asked, his voice quiet. 

Mita snuck a glance down to his lips, still gently raking her nails through his beard. "Less than a minute."

He hummed, knowing full well that he had only known this woman for twenty-four hours, and he had no reason to trust her other than saving his life was a by-product of her job for a night. Still, Mita's words were hard to ignore, and her touch offered only more difficulty. 

Vander wanted to know if she trusted him, but it seems Mita was calling the shots in this game. Now he had to decide if she was bluffing, or if she really did have a deadly poison on her lips. 

Her feather-like touch made it all too easy to call her bluff. Vander leaned forward, catching her lips on his, earning a surprised moan from Mita. She held his jaw with both her hands, nails digging into his skin lightly as she sighed.

The kiss was more like a command from Vander than a question, but Mita still answered with enthusiasm. He cupped her jaw and slipped his tongue just past her lips, and she didn't even hesitate to let him deepen the kiss. But he only allowed it for a moment before pulling away, leaving her riled up, and wanting for more. 

Her eyes were wide when she finally pulled away. "You cocky bastard." She accused.

"I like to call it courage." Vander defended. 

"I think I'll call it what it is." Mita took another vial out of her box and put it between them, collecting the other four. "It's called stupidity." 

Vander read the label on the side Antidote. His heart dropped. 

Mita finished her drink quickly and grabbed her helmet, placing it back on her head. 

"You actually poisoned me!?"

The mask slid back over her face as she looked back at him from the door. 

"Only one way to find out." 

Without another word, she was gone. 

The test wasn't actually calling her bluff. Either he didn't trust her not to poison him and would take the antidote to play it safe, or he did trust her, and he'd risk his life to prove that to her. 

Fuck, that was some woman. 

𝐔𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

Vander x reader

Family x reader

Words: 2.2 k

Warnings: Violence

Summary: A worrying event breaks into your routine, you must intervene so that no one gets hurt, but you end up being attacked

The record player gave a pleasant murmur to the environment, there were hardly any customers so early, which already indicated that it would be a quiet night. You appreciate it, after all it is quite exhausting to attend to the Last Drop completely alone.

You wiped down the counter again that for a dozen times this day, rambling about how Vander's absence would force you to cook dinner tonight. One of the back tables motioned for you to bring them another round but the front door being slammed took everyone's attention.

Powder stumbled through the tables to get closer to the counter, you stared at the door for a few more seconds waiting for the rest of the group to come through the door but no one else entered. You looked confused at the little girl noticing for the first time that she had a trail of tears and dirt down her cheeks.

"They took them," she said, terrified. Several customers along with you gazed at her. "They took my sister and the boys."

You almost jumped over the counter to reach the girl's face and force her to look at you, you didn't understand what she meant but you started to panic too.

"They? Who are they? Where are the others?" You didn't even notice that everyone fell silent in anticipation of Powder's response.

"We have to find Vander," she sobbed. "The enforcers took them."

A collective gasp filled the last drop, you couldn't help fear from crossing your expression, but seeing how you scared Powder even more, you took a deep breath trying to calm down.

"I don't know where Vander is, he'll be back tomorrow," you spoke with distress in your voice. Powder's sobs only made you even more nervous and the room around you began to spin nonstop, the air began to stop passing into your lungs, it was chaos, chaos. Powder's thin hands clung to your clothes shaking you slightly forcing you to come to your senses; you had to do something, now.

"It's closed, everyone out now!" Nobody dared to question you, although some walked slowly to the exit trying to know how you would act next.

You passed your hands over your face trying to cool your brain for a second to think clearly. "Okay, Pow stay here in case Vander comes back," you said hastily throwing your apron to some corner of the place.

"No, no, no, let me go with you, don't leave me alone," she begged. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think to take her with you right then, but you had no idea what you'd be up against.

You shrunk down to her, running your fingers through her hair, over and over in a meaningless attempt to reassure her. "I need you to watch over the place, please Pow, can you do that for me?"

Powder jerked her head away from your grasp but finally nodded. You would take care of her later, your priority right now was something else.

Without another word you went through the gates quickly, you had to get to the border quickly and pray that they still had the children there. It was like everyone around you was moving extremely slowly getting in your way, you even had to push some out of your way.

Like a distant light, you glimpsed the station on the edge of the border, you prayed to all the gods that they were there, safe and that by some miracle there is a fucking topsider willing to help you.

You entered without knocking, taking several glances at some officers present there. You looked for some trace of that unmistakable pink hair but found nothing.

"What are you doing here?" One of the front desk enforcers asked you. You didn't like the way he addressed you, but you still didn't react. You couldn't lose your mind in a place like this.

"They told me that you have my children detained, I came to look for them," you tried to be as calm as possible. The enforcer who had spoken first gave you a judging look from head to toe before lightly laughing.

“We have many detainees here, you should be more specific.”

“There are two boys and a girl, she has pink hair, they are very… distinctive.”

He looked at you in silence for a few seconds, you could see how the other enforcers didn't take their eyes off you either, on guard, as if you were going to attack them at any second. You clenched your fists without being able to contain it, no one moved, no one had the intention of helping you. You opened your mouth to speak again but with a sign one of the guards walked down a corridor making noise with his keys making you close your mouth again.

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, you hated being in a place like this and they hated how your presence 'stank' their immaculate place. Despite still being in the lanes this place had a different vibe, with its decor and architecture clearly from Piltover.

When the three children you were looking for entered the place, you couldn't help but sigh in relief, they were there, bruised and full of wounds, but you had them in front of you. You wanted to get closer to them but one of the enforcers at the entrance got in your way. You looked at him without understanding and finally, the receptionist spoke again:

"Well, I see that they are your children, I'm happy for you," he said Ironically. "Now, I need some documentation that proves that these are your children."

"What-? I-I don't have any of that. They are my children, you can ask them.”

The guard looked at you then looked at the children repeatedly before finally sighing, “Go get the documents that prove your 'maternity'. Otherwise we can't give them to you,” he declared and made a sign to his companion to return to take your children to the cell.

"No! Can not do that!" You approached the counter but a force pushed you from behind, bending one of your arms and hitting your head against the solid wood, now you were immobilized.

You heard the children protest and struggle but you couldn't look at them, half of your body was glued to the wood with your neck forcedly turning to the right, you tried to shake yourself but the topsider behind you bent your arm even more making you yell in pain. Helplessness ran through every corner of your body causing your eyes to fill slightly with tears, you were completely immobilized.

"Attempting to attack an officer ma'am?" The guy at the counter tilted his head to look you in the eye. "That's the damn problem of this city," he began speaking, you still heard the children complaining and screaming but their sounds were drowned out by your own heart pounding in your ears “The garbage like you who believe that everything can be done as they want and when they want. Everyone is the same, you trying to attack an officer, your stupid children trying to steal, it's an endless cycle, a problem that must be rooted out."

You shook your legs and back again to tighten the key which they held you prisoner with, the muscles of the shoulder and part of the arm protested as if they were going to explode at any second but an uncontrollable rage filled your veins.

In a second you put your head in the correct position and forcefully hit the face of the officer who was holding you causing him to let go of you, you quickly hit him again this time with your healthy arms. You didn't have a plan, just an adrenaline rush, you didn't have time to take cover when strong electricity attacked you.

"Mom!"

It was as if your entire body went into a collapse and every muscle stiffened painfully, when the current stopped making contact with your skin you carelessly fell to the ground. Every movement that you tried caused you pain so you chose to stay still.

"Mommy, mommy, are you okay?" You forced yourself to raise your head and reassure the teenagers who had never stopped struggling to let go.

“Take her to the cell too. Charges of rioting and attacking an officer." One of the officers picked you up, you couldn't do anything to resist. “You and your children are going to have a good time in Stillwater." Without much strength in your body, you concentrated and glared at him. You were trying to come up with a damn plan in your head but you seemed to have no escape.

The front door burst open and you fell back to the ground as the officer holding you was flung across the room with a single blow. You looked at the one who was speaking to you, scared but a woman got in the way of your husband.

“I don't want a war, you have your family. Go away."

A dead silence reigned throughout the room, a pair of hands resting on your face forcing you to look at it, it was Mylo that you didn't know how he had let go, he pinched your face a couple of times for you to react. You took it as a point of support to get up but it was as if your whole body was contorted into a painful knot.

You had barely gotten up when two strong arms lifted you off the ground with ease. To tell the truth, it was a relief not to have to force your body to stay upright, but you felt completely limp and weak. The remorse didn't stop spinning through your conscience, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of Vander you would have ended up in that cell where nobody comes out with your children.

"Let's go," the hound of the lanes roared to his puppies who didn't hesitate to obey leaving through the front door. His body also turned with you in the direction of the exit when the woman spoke again.

"I think that in the future you and I could reach an agreement... For the good of the subway."

You watched your husband glance at the woman before he snorted and left the establishment. You could see it in her gestures, she was exuding anger, but she held back. You couldn't help but see how that young Vander wanting to fight against everything that came his way was still there wanting to get out, but it was the best thing for everyone that he stayed hidden.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Vi was the first to approach, her eyes were moist and her face full of bruises, you wondered for a moment if you looked just as bad.

"We were scared, they didn't have to do that, they're damned," Mylo added angrily, you looked at the rest, Claggor only took your hand that was hanging loose and caressed it gently.

"But we're going to solve it," Violet said. "We will attack them when they least expect it and..."

"Is this a fucking joke?" Vander's grip on you tightened causing you to gasp slightly. “Your mother is in this state because she came looking for you! Because you got into trouble! Even though I told you not to! Are you going to do the same?!” You didn't dare to add anything else, the trio also remained silent too scared to reply. “Walk. To home. Now."

You saw the children walk without making another sound, you waited for them to get a few meters ahead of you before speaking: "How did you know we were here?" Your vocal cords protested.

"Powder went looking for Benzo, miraculously she found me," he didn't look at you, he just continued with his gaze glued on the children's back, it was an ache that he didn't even address you completely when he spoke to you.

"Are you coming back?" You said, he looked at you blankly. "To talk to her." He adjusted his grip around you to make you a little more comfortable.

“After what they did to you? Keep dreaming."

"I think you should... Maybe an agreement is the best." Now it was you who didn't dare to look him in the face. "We can't have another war, they would destroy us... Again."

Vander passed one of his hands all over your back and with a little effort he raised your upper half to kiss the crown of your head. You snuggled close to his huge chest listening to the constant beating of his heart, you could have sworn that being by his side made you forget the pain that ran through each of your limbs.

"Rest for now... We'll see how to fix it."

"I don't want to lose anyone else," you sobbed. "I don't want to feel the possibility of losing you or the children again... If something happens to them I'll die." You squeezed his shirt between your fingers while hiding your face.

"I'll see what I can do honey, worry about resting now."

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Vander aftercare hc? What’s he like after sex? Either gn!reader or fem!reader idc which one.

Please and ty

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Aftercare Headcanons - Vander

A/N: reader is gender neutral bottom here. first smut request of the fandom, lets go! i'm not entirely happy with this set of headcanons, but they were fun to write!

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i don't think he's into anything super serious and kinky that would require any specific or intensive aftercare measures, but...

because of that, if you ever asked him to try anything in the bedroom, especially anything that involves using his strength against you (choking, wrestling, pinning you down) he would be especially careful afterwards

asking you how you are, petting through your hair. if you teared up when he was fucking you he would wipe them away and ask you in the softest voice "are you alright? i - i didn't hurt you, did i?"

a very soft and concerned version of him you don't see very often. vander's usually very calm and composed, but you enjoy this little break of character

if you two ever did something that was an actual scene, where vander punished you or anything like that, he would treat you like a deity afterwards. carrying you to the shower and making sure you're taken care of, constantly asking if you're ok.

he's very conscious of his size and strength - how imposing he is and how easy it would be for him to hurt you. he's hurt the people he loved before and he doesn't want to make that same mistake again, so he overcompensates with aftercare

it is a little much, but it comes from a place of love. and he always gives you the sweetest kisses after sessions like that, even if he does hold you like you're made of glass when you cuddle up to go to bed

if you didn't do anything that vander would consider "dangerous" in bed, he's a little bit different

he just sinks into the bed, satisfied and grinning. he would pull you in next to him for cuddles - because neither of you can get enough of that

he's also the kind of insufferable man that would smoke in bed after sex. it would be annoying if it weren't so hot

what isn't hot is when he inevitably falls asleep (which he always does, he gets so sleepy after sex) and then you have to scramble to grab his pipe before it sets fire to the bedding

Hound of the underground

🍋 one shot

Werewolf!vander X reader (arcane)

CW: Creampie, breeding kink, overstimulation, monster fucking, praise kink, size kink

First time writing vander so please forgive me if he's OOC😥

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"Vander?!" You peered over the kitchen wall, brows knitting. For such a large man he can be difficult to find.

You threw the rag over your shoulder, walking further into the back of the bar. There you spotted his hulking figure, hunched in his chair with his face in his hand. His knuckles were white as he clenched the chairs arm. Completely stiff as he stared at a spec of dust on the ground.

"Bars closed up, you alright?" You asked, tilting your head as you dusted off the cleaning rag. "Did something happen?"

He shook his head, an annoyed huff escaping his nose. You faltered in your approach; you knew more than anyone Vander was a gentle man. Soft and caring. He always made sure to keep his emotions in check, letting himself have time to think with his head. But you couldn't deny the quick pang of fear that struck through you.

Afterall, Vander was no ordinary man. He was called the Hound of the Unground for a reason.

"I see you need a minute, I'll go check the-" you rushed out your words. Pointing behind you with a strained smile. Ready to run off but he quickly stopped you. Holding up his hand made you instantly pause.

"No." He shook his head, sighing. "No, no need, love, I just- maybe you should stay with Benzo for the week."

"Huh? Why? Did I do something wrong?"

Vander wanted nothing more than to top your worried face. Tell you how you could never do such a thing. But he didn't have much time. He had to be quick.

"It's not safe for you - to be here, with me, I don't want to end up hurting ya."

"If you're scared about turning, I've dealt with your other form before-" You stumbled forward, wanting to soothe the man's worries.

He let out a frustrated groan, shifting in his seat so he was facing you more. He peeked one eye over his hand. "It's more than that."

Before you could question what he meant he spread out his leg, leaning back into the chair. Your eyes immediately followed and that's where you saw it.

"Oh...OH-!"

Your cheeks were set ablaze. Gripping the cleaning rag as you could only stare at the monstrous tent in his pants. A thick gulp choking you as your mouth watered.

"Don't look at me like that, you'll only get yourself in danger."

His voice snapped you out of your trance. You peered up at him through your eyelashes to see his face finally on show. His pupils were blown out, his mouth twitched causing one of his fangs to peak out. He was half way through transforming already; claws digging into the plush chair. His hair looked thicker, ears beginning to point.

"Like- like what?" You faked innocence. Knowing full well how you must of looked.

"Like you want to choke on my cock."

Your mouth parted. A stutter stumbling out as your brain tried to keep up with the world. Completely caught off guard by his bluntness. You decided to keep it close. Hands tightening around the cloth before you threw it to the side. Walking over to him with growing confidence

You leaned down, caging him into his seat, hands resting on his thighs. He sent you a warning glare but didn't make a move to stop you. You took a few seconds before you moved your hand to his trousers, beginning to unbutton them. You gave him another moment to stop you or say anything but he just watched you. Tilting his hips up for you to continue.

Once you got his pants to his ankles, you got comfortable on your knees. You tried not to think of the pain they'll endure as you ran your hands up his exposed thighs. Vander huffed, a smile on his face as he grabbed your wrist. Placing your hand on his clothed dick.

"Go on, take what's yours."

That was all you needed to hear. Eagerly pulling down his boxers, gasping his dick smacked his stomach. It was so much bigger than you expected. Bigger now he was mid transformation. Would it get any bigger when he's full wolf? You forced your brain to stop. Focusing on the task at hand as you took hold of his cock.

"Fuck, you can barely hold it." He groaned, speaking more to himself than you.

You used both of your hands to hold it steady. Neither of your hands could properly wrap around it. It twisted in your palm as you leaned down. Giving it a kitten lick on his swollen tip. He cursed as you peppered his dick with sloppy kisses, working your way from the tip to the base. And then vise versa. Dragging your tongue on a long vein at the bottom of his cock.

He wanted nothing more than to to thrust into your mouth. Stop the teasing but he still had half a mind. Not wanting to scare you off or make you uncomfortable. No matter if all his urges screamed for him to mark you and stuff you.

You took mercy on him. Noticing his strained expression. You opened your mouth as wide as you could, letting your tongue roll out as you slavered up the head of his dick. Bobbing your head up and down as you took a new inch into your mouth. Sucking until you felt it hit the back of your throat. You hallowed out your cheeks as you held back a gag. Grabbing what you couldn't fit your move and jerked. Twisting along his shaft as you moved up and down.

Vander must of been more sensitive in this state. Cursing between staggered breathes. Jerking his hips everytime you sucked on his tip.

"You wanted to choke on my cock- so let me fuck that cute throat of yours."

You couldn't keep holding your gags; tears burning your eyes as you let him fuck your mouth. He gripped your hair, guiding you as he thursted.

"That's it, take it, you're so good-"

A growl ripped out. His pace becoming brutal as he used your mouth to get him off. Feeling his release build up he pulled you off with a wet pop. You whined as you looked at his twitching cock. You could feel he was so close to cumming. You looked up at him. Lips red and swollen. Cheeks stained with tears.

He easily picked you off the floor, placing you on his lap as he wiped away any stray tears. Kissing your cheek, trailing his mouth along your skin until he got to your throat. Sucking and biting on any inch of skin he could get his mouth on.

"Why did you- why did you stop?" You panted. Feeling how hard he still was against your thigh.

"Love, I want to fill you with my cum, do you want that? Do you want me to breed you?"

He sucked on one spot making your back arch. Gripping his shirt as you moaned.

"Yes, please Vander-" His teeth snagged on your skin. You hissed. "Ow-!"

He pulled away, licking the blood off his lips. His eyes apologetic as he kissed the spot he hurt. Muttering apologies.

"You need a muzzle, those teeth of yours are deadly." You joked, chuckling.

But the look on his face made you pause. Raising a brown as his eyes flickered elsewhere.

"You-- do you have a muzzle?"

"I may of bought one incase it was needed."

Your jaw dropped. A wicked smile growing on your face as you looked him in the eye.

"Can I use it?"

Vander nodded. Reluctantly letting you get off his lap as you bounced to the chest at the far end of the room. You gave him a questioning look and he nodded. You opened it up to reveal some unexpected items; a dagger, boxing gloves, bullets along with the muzzle and a thick collar. A long chain attached to it. Ideas blossomed in your mind as you pulled out the muzzle and collar, rushing back to vanders side.

He let you put them on. Grunting when you gave the chain a tug.

"Is it too tight?"

"Not at all, infact, tightened them up for me, won't ya Darling?"

You smiled. Doing as he asked and gave them all one last tug and adjustment. Once you were satisfied you took a step back.

"Strip."

"Excuse me?" He snarled, towering over you as he glared down. Challenging your new found dominance.

"Please, I want to see you." You pleaded, rubbing circles into his chest. Fluttering your eyes at him with your most award winning smile.

He immediately melted. Letting out a gruff laugh as he took off his shirt and kicked his pants off. Standing before you in all his hairy glory. Naked and at your mercy. First, you'll need to make him putty in your hands.

Vanders hands were immediately on you, tugging at your clothes as he slid his hands under your pants. Squeezing and rubbing your ass and thighs. Nuzzling his face into your head.

"As much as I want you to cum inside me, can we move this to the bed?"

He stilled. Taking in a few moments of consideration. "I'll put a blanket on the floor."

"Please? I know both of our backs will need something soft." You grinned, rubbing his back.

He huffed. As he moved to pick you up, you stepped back. Taking hold of the chain.

"Let's walk."

Before he could say anything, you began your march to the bedroom. Tugging him along with ease as he followed after you. Far too horny to let stubborn pride get in the way. As soon as you both entered, he scooped you up, dropping you on the bed. He licked his lips, dragging his tongue along his fangs.

You quickly threw off your clothes. Unable to stop the giddy glee taking over you as he watched you with hungry eyes.

"Come now, Darling, open up those pretty little legs of yours."

You leaned back on your elbows, opening your legs as far as you could to give him the perfect view of your sex. He growled, instantly before you on his knees. Just as he was about to dig in, the metal bars of his muzzle bumped into you.

"Did you forget, already?" You teased.

"Take it off." He demanded, eyes trained on your glistening cunt. You were already so wet for him. He could smell your arousal as soon as you put his cock in your mouth. And now he was up close? He wanted nothing more than to devour it.

"You'll just bite me again."

"I didn't see where you were put in the position to argue." He barked. Gripping your thighs.

You didn't take this loss. Wiggling your hips so he was more eye level to your pussy.

"Do you really want it that bad?" You trailed your hand down to your folds. Gathering up your slick before tasting yourself. Making sure to lick along the side of your finger to catch every last drop.

Vander in a blind rush of desire, tried going for you again. Unsurprisingly, blocked by the muzzle. He was growling, teeth bared as he watched you play with yourself.

"Stuff me with your cum, make me yours and then I'll let you eat me out for as long as you want."

That spoke reason to his feral mind. He pounced on the bed, caging you beneath him.

"Lube-! Top drawer-" you were able to squeak out. Trying to reach for it yourself but your arms were too short. He quickly opened it, finding the bottle.

He had barely any regard for how much he used. Coating his cock in as much as he could, using whatever was left on his fingers to rub into your folds. Curling his fingers in and out of you until you tugged on his chain. Begging him to fuck you.

Vander lifted your legs to your chest. Positioning himself with a shiver. Sinking himself into your cunt as slowly as he could muster. Knowing you weren't prepped for his size at all but - oh -

"You're clenching around me, Darling, Am I too big for you?"

"No-" you breathed out. Biting your lip as you took in more inches. "I can take it."

"I know you can, take my cock, you can do it."

You both let out a moan when he finally bottomed out. Buried deep inside you. He hunched over you, falling to his side as you both laid there. Still. Unable to move as you adjusted to the stretch. He nudged your shoulder with his muzzle, circling his thumb on your stomach as you breathed in and out.

"M-move." Your voice came out alot weaker than you intended. Wiggling your hips back as he laid next to you.

He slid in and out, still trying to keep it slow. Grunting as you clenched around him. He held up the leg closest to him, adjusting his position to hit your sweet spot better. Your eyes rolled to your back of your head as he fucked against your G-spot. Grabbing his chain as a way to ground yourself.

You cried out as he got faster. Slamming his cock into you with inhuman strength. Rendering you limp as you bounced, he just used your pussy as a fuck toy. Chasing his waited released with howls and grunts. Growling into your ear as he gripped at your flesh. His claws leaving scratches that stung. The pain only addding to your pleasure as he fucked you.

"Gonna cum for me, Darling?" You whined. Feeling his cock twist inside you. "Touch yourself." He demanded.

Your shaky fingers immediately searched for your clit. Rubbing circles into it as you yanked at his chain. Head rolling back at the added pleasure, strings of moans dripping off your tongue.

"I'll breed this tight little cunt, you're all mine, I won't stop until you've taken every last drop of my cum."

"Yes-! Vander! I'm all yours-!"

You felt a familiar band tighten in your stomach. A burst of white covering your vision as you gasped. Your body shaking as your orgasm crashed over you. Your mind barely able to comprehend the sudden load painting your walls. Stuffing you further than you ever thought you could.

"Vander, oh fuck-" you cried. As he fucked you through both of your orgasms.

"ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou-" was all you could chant. You clenched around him, milking out every last drop of his orgasm.

Was the high fizzeled. Vander loomed over you. His semi hard cock still inside you.

"You still with me?" He asked, taking your hand into his palm.

You nodded. Blinking until your vision came back. You smiled up at him, dopey and tired. You motioned for him to get closer, unbuckling his muzzle once he was in your reach.

"I did make a promise."

He knew exactly what you were talking about. He grinned with a breathy laugh. The wild look in his eye already beginning to fade away. He kissed your cheek as a silent thank you.

"Don't worry, I'll clean you up, just lay still." Was all he said as he finally pulled out.

You whined as the sudden feeling of being empty. His cum wasn't enough. He quickly leaned down, gathering any that was dripping out and pushed it back into your weeping cunt. He dragged his tongue against you. His beard scratching your trembling thighs as he greedily sucked on your pussy. Slipping his tongue between your folds, moaning as he tasted your combined release.

He wanted to devour and you and so he was. Holding up your ass as he feasted on your sex. Muffled growls and groans came from him but it was all drowned out by your whines. Overstimulating hitting you.

"Too much-!" You sobbed. Grabbing his hair, yanking it back.

Taking pity on your fucked out mind, he sucked on your clit. Pumping his fingers in and out of you. Causing a loud squealch. Your second orgasm hit you just as hard as the first, a scream ripped out of your as your back arched off the bed.

You went completely limp. Twitching as your vision blurred. Vander licked up your juices from his mouth, wiping the rest away with the back of his hand. He scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on his lap as he ran a bath. Checking the water every so often to make sure it was still warm.

"You did amazing for me, you're so perfect." You smiled at his words. Snuggling closer to him as you drifted to sleep. Kissing his chest as he sung your praises.

request for you if you happen by the chance to fulfill it!!:

arcane crew when they catch you wearing their clothes! something sweet and maybe a little naughty

thank you so much!!

arcane + wearing their clothes

cw: fluff, mild smut, suggestive themes, fem!plus sized reader, comedy, just trying to be wholesome <3

please enjoy! <3

Vander

Immediately pulls you in, lifting you up with a large grin on his face. The white tunic you wear is sags around your shoulders leaving them bare and exposing your pretty collarbones and the dip of your cleavage.

"My, my. Now what do I owe the pleasure of such a beautiful treat? Look at you, begging to be unwrapped like a present on Christmas morning." Vander's eyes drop down into a heavy-lidded gaze and a lazy smirk crosses his features. "Come here then, pretty. Let me unwrap ya."

Vi

Something in her combusts when she sees you trying on her red jacket, twirling around in the dusty mirror before she watches you begin to mimic how she punches. Her laughter startles you out of your reverie and she's instantly hopping down from her spot to come hug you.

"You look lovely, babe. But I think this jacket would look a lot better on the floor," she hooks her finger around your waistband to draw you in further. "Along with the rest of your clothes."

Silco

The crime lord will watch and wait from the doorway, grinning to himself with the way your tiny frame stomps around in his coat, the hem swishing at your ankles as you dish out faux commands. It's when you turn around fully that his heart catches in his throat. You're also wearing his vest, it's too small-- yes, but the way it's pushing your breasts up makes his cock stir to life in his trousers.

"Are you having fun, little one? It seems I've lost track of my coat and vest, but my, the ones you're wearing look awfully familiar, hmm?" Silco tilts your chin up to ghost his lips across yours. Four brass buttons pop open to expose your chest. He relinquishes a hungry growl, dipping out his tongue to lap at a pert nipple. "Better get these off of you for a better look."

Jinx

You've opened Pandora's box because now she wants to share more clothing with you! Even if you say it's too small, she wants to see how the fabric of her black top tightens over your chest as you desperately try to keep your breasts from falling out.

"Nah, I don't think it's too tight. Looks good on ya, toots. Perhaps we could go even a size smaller, whaddaya say?" Her gaze is feline and she doesn't hide the wait her tongue swipes across her lips.

Viktor

He's the one who caught you trying on his favorite red tie and he's the one pushing you to try on his other clothes. Viktor will ask you to try on his whole ensemble and he doesn't care about anything ripping--he'll hush your worries with a gentle kiss and persuade you to try to button up his top. Here, he'll help you. The moment a button pops and you try to apologize, his lips are on yours.

"My darling, you have nothing to be sorry for. You are so divine that even my clothes do not want to conceal such beauty. It has nothing to do with size." He's pulling you into his lap; ripping his shirt off you as quick has he can. Buttons explode across the wooden floor, Viktor doesn't care as he to starts pressing open-mouthed kisses across your exposed skin, deft fingers tugging down the cups of your bra impatiently. Desperate for a taste.

Jayce

He's a fairly broad-shouldered man and things are a bit larger on him so they'd probably fit you the best. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging. Jayce had just finished bathing when he noticed his shirt was missing. Warmth swallows him whole the moment he sees you parading around your shared bedroom dressed in his white button up shirt, the exact item he needed. The fabric skirts around your thighs, floating upwards with every bounce in your step. He wets his lips and clears his throat, feeling bad for interrupting your fun.

"You look lovely, babe. Beautiful as always." Jayce grins, placing twin kisses on both sides of your cheeks. His thumb caresses you gently before sliding down to grip the bare skin of your hip, just above your underwear. A glower simmers in his hazel eyes, he'd recognize that lace anywhere and he connects the dots instantly. You're trying to make him late. And it's working.

Hey! Hope you're doing well. Could I request headcanons where the arcane characters find out you have a daddy kink? Love your writing, btw, thank you for your service

Most if not all my Arcane smut contains some form of Daddy kink so I tried to just do basic hcs for this! They're all into it, I don't make the rules. Also I'm projecting bc I also have a daddy kink oop

arcane men & vi + daddy kink/calling them daddy during sex

cw: smut, fem!plus sized reader, daddy kink, dirty talk

Vander

He instantly rolls with it, it becomes a fairly typical dynamic in the bedroom. He's willing to try anything once as long as it doesn't hurt either of you. It's a major plus if he's also into it.

"You like it when Daddy gets rough with ya, eh? Are you my good girl? You're clenching around me just from a little praise? Oh, sweet thing, has Daddy neglected you? Don't worry, baby, I've gotcha."

Vi

She'd rather be called daddy much more than mommy. Definitely lives for the way you moan for her and works that much harder to fuck her pink strap into your fluttering cunt.

"I'll be your daddy, cupcake. I'll fuck you better than any man ever fuckin' could princess. Gonna have you creamin' so much."

Silco

It pleases him to no end. He's also into being called "Sir" and "Master" but Daddy just hits different for him. He loves you being so subservient but he never forgets how important aftercare is and its never too far out of your comfort zone.

"Is that anyway to speak with your mouth full, princess? You were being so good for Daddy but now I suppose I'll have to find a proper punishment for you."

Viktor

It startled him at first but he takes it in stride. He doesn't want you embarrassed more than you already are. Having called out to him like that during sex was erotic. He may ask you about calling him "Professor"

"Don't hide your face, love. Nothing to be shy about, my darling. I loved it. I love the way you come undone around me, unraveling like a blossoming flower. Daddy's good girl, no? You're always so good for me, so good."

Jayce

The first sound he makes is akin to a squeak and a moan. Wet cum drips down his length. He can't believe you both came after such a simple word was uttered.

"Guess we both are into this whole Daddy thing, huh? Is that what you'd like, baby girl? For me to take care of you? Oh, I will, I promise. My sweet girl. Daddy's going to take care of you in the best ways, but first, let me run us a bath. I bet you're sore, hmm?"

hope you’re having a great day! can i request arcane men and their favourite dirty talk?

arcane men + dirty talk

cw: smut, dirty talk, fem!plus sized reader

Vander

Has to be in the correct mindset for it but once he starts he's not going to stop until you're writhing beneath him like such a good girl. Absolutely will not degrade you, he ain't about that shit.

"Fuckin' hell, you're creaming around me already? You feel amazing. Shh, shh, I know you're close, baby. I've got ya. I'll take care of ya."

Silco

He's more suave and debonair with his words, a touch of elegance to them. His tone will be light and airy, just caressing over your lips in a ghost of a kiss but not nearly enough to sate you. He may indulge you into degradation but it's not his favorite.

"You're trembling so deliciously around my cock, my dear. Do I make you feel weak? You want to cum so bad? Then do so. You have my permission."

Viktor

He's more of a tease than anything, he also won't degrade you, but he also won't let you cum right away if you're misbehaving. Viktor is ever the curious creature and a scientist, so of course he's going to test out different theories to see which one makes you moan the prettiest.

"You like it when I rub your dripping cunt like this, don't you? Oh, I know you do. You're practically creaming around my fingers already."

Jayce

Needed some adjustment time to get comfortable saying more dirty phrases to you. He loves praising you and he did try degrading you once and he hated it, absolutely hated it. The words tasted weird as they rolled off his tongue. Never again.

"You're so beautiful like this, pretty girl. You're taking my thick cock so well. Does that feel good? Oh~. That was a pretty noise. Can you make that again, baby?"

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.

Can you please a do yandere arcane man x reader smutt?? thank you :>>

I don't write many yandere characters so I don't know how well this is gonna go but I'm gonna try my best.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Reader

Tags: established relationship, possessive behavior, jealousy, control issues, yandere behavior, rough sex, making out, marking, bites, scratches, collars, leashes, dirty talk

A/N: I have very few frames of reference for this. It's Yuno Gasai, a few characters from Diabolik Lovers, and that one blonde dude from the Amnesia vn.

Viktor already had a number of insecurities before you started dating. They were further ramped up when he notices others talking and flirting with you even when he is close by. When ever that happens you can feel his eyes on you, burning into you.

Even so he's gentle with you, well other than the bite marks he loves to leave all over you. He especially likes to leave them on the inside of your thighs when he eats you out. Also gets very clingy. You need to go eat, he's with you, going to the bathroom, he's there with you, anywhere at the academy, he's by your side.

"I saw you talking to other men tonight. Very bold of you my love. You know just how to rile me up. Was that your plan? Or do you just enjoy the attention? You know they can't have you right? You're mine and mine alone. I'm the only one who can leave marks like these one you. You know that right? I know you do, I know you do. But I just want to make sure, you can't blame me for that can you?"

Himbo on the outside, very possessive on the inside. He always keeps you close when you attend big events, his hand around your waist or on the small of your back, glaring at anyone who he thinks might try to take you away from him. He's normally very gentle but gets really rough when he gets jealous.

He leaves a lot of bruises, hand and finger marks on you from the amount of strength that he uses on nights like that. He loves to hold your hips still and just pound away at you, until you're a whimpering mess, screaming his name and his name only.

"That was very rude of you babe. I took you as my plus one to the gala, I turn around to talk to Viktor and you already have other men chatting you up? Do you think they can fuck you better than I can? Hm? No, you're real tight right now, so you must know my cock is the only one that can satisfy you. But tonight, I think I might need to punish you instead. Fuck you until you can't move."

Silco has eyes and ears all over Zaun. So when he feels like something is out of sorts with his relationship with you he will summon you into his office for punishment. He doesn't get jealous per se because he knows you want him and only him, but he does get possessive. He never hurts physically but he does raise his voice and when he notices that you're scared he will come in and hug you, comfort you.

He likes to have you on your knees for him, sucking him before he fucks you until you scream at the top of your lungs, especially when you're pressed up against the glass.

"You know why you're here don't you? Of course you do my pet. Now get over here, on your knees. Good girl, that's right. You're a very good girl, and good girls don't talk to my competition. Especially those who eye you like you were Shimmer. But don't worry I'm gonna make sure they all see who you belong to. Do you like that, being fucked against the glass, knowing that anyone who looks up can see you being fucked by me, taking my cock? You do, I know it, your body tells me as much."

There are all kinds of people that come to his bar so he's very careful with you. He likes seeing you laugh, see you have fun, but not to take any unnecessary risks by talking to shady people. That's a big no. He loves you and just wants you safe. If that means that he needs to make you learn your lesson by being a little rough, well it's a necessary risk.

He practically tears away your clothes when you get time alone, not even bothering to take off his, he just needs his hands and his cock to make you cry, moan and come. Especially when he grabs you by the hips and lowers you down on his cock, fast, rough, not a hint of his gentle nature anywhere in his movements, in his eyes, in the way he growls and snarls your name against your skin.

"Darlin you know I don't like to get rough with ya. But sometimes, sometimes I have to. For you. I want to keep you save, and you need to learn not to go and talk to people that can break you in half. Unless its me. But I'll never break you, no darlin, no. I'll protect you, you'll see, just stick with me aight? Let me give you everything, everything you need. Damn, you're tight. Did you want me to get rough? Do you get off on knowing I can break you if I wanted, but you're not scared are you, no, you love it, you love how my cock feels inside you. Fuck darlin you're squeezing me so hard."

Ekko is strangely possessive over you. Which is strange because the only people you hang out with is the other members of the Firelight gang.

He loves to leave hickies on your skin, where everyone can see them. He loves pinning your hands above your head, making you submit to him, if he can pull you hair he will do so, he will make you cry only to kiss the tears away later. He wants to live up to his title of the Boy Savior, he wants to be there for you, whenever you need him, always and for ever.

"I know, fuck, I know it doesn't make sense. I trust everyone here with my life, but not with you my love. I see how some of them look at you, even though they know you're with me, they think they have a chance. Well they don't and I'm gonna make them see that. Everyone will know. Come on, be as loud as ya want, scream for me, so everyone knows how good you have it, how much you love my dick."

He doesn't feel like he has much control over anything really, until you come along that is. His whole life he's had to play by someone else's rules, have someone over him. But now he gets so be in charge.

He likes knowing where you are at all times, if he doesn't well you might decide you want to leave him, maybe you decide that you're above him too, that you don't need him, don't want him. He wants you need him all the time, he craves it, craves knowing that you listen to him at all times. Knowing you listen only to him.

"I'm sorry that all you get right now is sucking my cock, I really have to get to work you know. But you'll stay right where you are won't you. And you'll wait for me. And when I come home I'm gonna make sure that you know never to step out of line, ever again, you understand me love? Oh I know, I know you just want to please me, and you will, you are, with that talented little mouth, fuck yes, I knew it, I knew you could behave, you just needed a little punishment first isn't that right?"

He puts a collar on you when he takes a real liking to you. Where ever you go everyone will know who fucks you every night. He presents it as a gift for you, saying it will make others stay away, to leave you alone, to not hurt you, but everyone knows the truth.

As much as he would love to fuck you in front of everyone, to let you know that you're his, he wants you only for him, to be the only one who sees you come. He will however put a leash on the collar so he can have complete control over you while he fucks you. He will keep you in bed until he feels that you know that he's the only one for you.

"Is that too tight? Can you breathe properly? Well maybe you can after you say you're sorry for leading all those men on. That's cruel you know. Especially because of this. They know what it means and yet you behave like you don't already belong to someone and lead them on. I'm the only one you flirt with, don't you know that? Let me remind you then."

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

thinking abt vander, wbu? im thinking about how he lets you tie him up bc yknow he's got a soft spot for you. how can he say no?

warnings: smut, established relationship, conscent givem beforehand, bondage, unprotected sexc times

well think about this. i mean you're riding him and that first wave of pleasure is addicting.

keep going and going. you're quaking for a third time then a fourth, then a fifth on his cock and it's great, but his self-restraint is hanging by a thread. a single, fraying thread that he's trying to ignore as you edge him and smirk over your shoulder at him. you've got him sweating bullets, hands tied to the wooden armests of the chair, hips futily trying to thrust up into you, but he can't do much like this. his legs weak from the edging, but on the very cusp of his first orgasm of the night backrest of the chair snaps.

one shake of his arms and the wood is off, he's picking you up by the hips and taking you over the nearest surface, be it the bed, his desk or, given his desperate state, even the floor. your ass gonna be red from the force of his thrusts, his hand coming down on your puffy cheeks, and squeezing as he pleases when he does cum.

you'll be up for a while after you've had you're fun. you're smiling while your mixed fluids are slicking both of your thighs because you know he's gonna give you everything he's got. because that's his love.

perverted things the Arcane characters do

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Mel, Marcus

warnings: nsfw content, masturbating, dry humping + more

requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!

VIKTOR knows you're rather concerned about his wellbeing, which is why it only comes as a mild surprise when you offer him to take a quick nap while leaning onto your body. He's an opportunist at heart — his head is soon resting on your chest, his cheek against your soft skin, and he's not actually sleeping, not when his dick is straining hard against his trousers with how close his face is to your tits, but you either don't seem to notice or to care. Besides, he's so exhausted, so surely you'd never ask him to back off, right?

Another thing that he always enjoys is teasing you; it doesn't matter about what, really, as long as your face flushes with a lovely blush, your cheeks suddenly hot, and, god, if only he'd get to see that embarrassed expression while you're bouncing on his dick or kneeling between his legs.

“Are you quite sure you're alright with this, love? Ah—, well, then I must thank you. I could truly use a quick nap. Thank you for looking out for me. I appreciate it, I really do.”

JAYCE has the unfair advantage of his height, so whenever he glances down at you, he's got a perfect view on your cleavage. He can't help but stare at your tits, especially when there's some lace from your bra showing. The sight alone has his dick twitching in arousal, and even though you've caught him staring a few times, you don't seem to mind it much.

It's not often that you and Jayce do sleepovers anymore, especially since he's a Councillor now, which is both a blessing and a curse for him, and also makes this one night a lot more special. He kind of missed the way he used to grind against you while you were asleep; it's not even on purpose, he's just too needy to control himself, and if your ass is pressing so nicely against his dick — really, he's sure no one would be able to resist.

“Haha, very funny, really. I wasn't staring at you — and especially not at your tits. You're just short, it's inevitable that I look down on you.”

SILCO's lips quirk into a smirk when he 'accidentally' pushes an important document off the edge of his office desk. At this point, he doesn't even have to ask you to get it for him anymore — you bend over willingly, panties peeking out beneath your skirt, and for a moment he entertains the thought of you doing this on purpose to tease him.

He also enjoys making you beg for, well, anything, really; your whiny voice and your pouty lips get him hard almost immediately, his dick straining uncomfortably against his trousers. Whether it's for a raise or for his attention, Silco simply loves hearing you whimper and whine.

“What is it, dear? Ah, I see. So you're of the opinion you deserve a raise, hm? Honestly, I'm not quite convinced. Why don't you ask me again? Nicely this time. Mind your manners, will you?”

The first time it happened was an accident, and that you were wearing a white blouse had been bad luck, but now VANDER has to be careful not to spill water onto your shirt too often — that'd simply be suspicious, even though he doubts you'd become wary of him that easily. The sight of your bra showing through your nearly translucent shirt is almost too much to bear for him, though.

One day, when he was looking for you and quickly glanced into your room during his search, he spotted a pair of your panties on your bed and, god, he didn't actually want to do it, but he couldn't help but take them. Now, he regularly jerks off with them in his hands, the delicate fabric wet with his precum as he grinds against it.

“So sorry 'bout that, doll, didn't see ya there. But hey, it's only water. No stain. Just wait here, I'll get you a towel — or do you want one of my shirts?”

When VI suggests you exercise with her, you happily accept, though her offer isn't out of entirely pure intentions — she enjoys watching your tits jiggle while you're both out on a run, or seeing your ass in tight trousers when you force yourself to do another squat, despite how much you're already shaking.

She also loves the way you smell — whether your signature perfume is a rather floral or a musky scent, she's enamoured with it. Whenever you hug, she buries her head in your neck, and she even bought the perfume you use one day. Now, she regularly sprays it onto her pillow whenever she gets herself off — it simply reminds her so much of you, it's almost like you're there, laying next to her.

“Hey, come on, babe — you can go a little lower than that, can't you? Your squats need some more work, that's for sure. Lucky for you I don't mind keepin' an eye on you while you practice.”

JINX is rather short, so, if you're taller than her, she uses this to her advantage and lays her head onto your tits while you're hugging. The gesture looks innocent enough, and it's perfect for her to inhale your scent, whether it's your natural smell or a signature perfume.

Whenever you're talking to her while focusing on something else, Jinx can't help but occasionally touch herself to the sound of your voice. While you're saying something completely innocent like what the weather is like, she's curling two fingers inside of her, another one drawing circles around her clit while you mention how your new coworker totally sucks.

“Hm? What did ya say, sugar? Ah—, sorry, 'm just a lil distracted by your voice, fuck. No, no, continue, darl. Go on. Wanna hear you talk more.”

EKKO feels disgusted by himself when he slides a hand into his trousers to grasp at his already hard dick, precum leaking onto the fabric. His gaze is on your sleeping form, your expression so so peaceful, and his fingers close around his cock at the sight, almost making him moan. He simply can't help but jerk off while you're asleep, and it really isn't his fault that you're so intent on cuddling close to him, your ass against his hips.

Whenever you two playfully wrestle, he pins you down with one hand pinning both of your wrists to the ground, a smirk on his lips. It's not his fault that heat curls in his stomach at the sight of your flushed face and wide eyes, your hair splayed out around your head like a halo and your lips opened just a little.

“You're so easy to defeat. You really need to practice some more to make this exciting, you know? Or, wait—, now you're starting to make me think that maybe you just like having me on top of you.”

It's no secret that MEL enjoys buying you things you want — though she also can't deny that she, more often than not, picks the skirts, dresses and trousers she buys you a size too small, if only to see the fabric stretch tightly over your chest and hips, accidentally drawing more attention to the area. When you keep tugging at the cloth, self-conscious, she chuckles while complimenting you — even if your top is sheer enough to clearly show your bra.

Similarly, Mel enjoys watching you change; no matter if you're elegantly stripping yourself of your clothes or if you're awkwardly fumbling with the zipper. It's the intimacy of the act that has her wetting her lips with her tongue as her eyes roam over your form.

“There's no need to be shy, baby. You look as beautiful as always; I can guarantee that all gazes will be on you tonight, so quit worrying your pretty little head and trust me, alright?”

MARCUS claims that he wants to walk behind rather than in front of you for safety reasons, though he honestly just wants to steal a glance at your panties underneath your skirt. If you're more prone to wearing trousers, the view is just as good — especially since the fabric stretches nicely to hug your curves.

Despite being embarrassed by it, he also picked up the habit of watching you shower. He's not trying to be creepy, seriously, and he respects your privacy — well, or at least that's what Marcus tells himself while he stares at your naked form, your face flushed because of the hot water, steam obscuring his view. One of his hands grasps at his own cock through his trousers and, fuck, he really should leave, but you are showering at his house, in his bathroom, he's not stalking you, and that makes it a lot less weird, right?

“What? The only reason I insist on walking behind you is that I care for your safety. You should know that by now — I told you often enough that I don't want to risk anything happening to you.”

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Vander pulling you into his lap, and leaving kisses along your neck.

WARNINGS ─ gn!reader + general fluff [ wholesomeness + kisses

COMMENTS ─ finishing off the day of fpf with this fluffy little piece; i find it funny that we’ve been ending each week so far with a vander piece and that makes me so happy☺️ -- thank you for sending this in, love!!

five paragraph fics ⇢ send me a headcanon or scenario to write

it was a rare night for the kids -- something that they were only able to manage once a month at most but spelled fun for the whole family. movies were considered a rarity in the lanes, and those who did come across movies usually found themselves without a way to view them.

however, you had managed to set up a system to allow the kids the watch a movie. did you steal most of the components? yes. and was vander upset with you initially after you had presented the gift, making him realize you’ve been sneaking away to the topside to get these materials? yes, but the anger quickly diminished after seeing the bright smiles on the kids faces.

so, you had managed to grab a new movie during your trip topside and knew the kids would continue to watch it over and over until the disk gave out. you quickly presented the disk to them once you entered the last drop, only after they promised to stay out of trouble the rest of the week. vander softly shook his head as he watched your four children race downstairs to put the disk in.

luckily, he had just finished cleaning up the bar and was more than content in getting to relax the rest of the night, “we should get down there, before mylo and powder begin fighting over who gets to put the disk in.” he grumbles softly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before ushering you down the stairs.

the movie is already rolling through the opening credits by the time you both enter the small room the kids had taken over -- mylo pouting over in the large arm chair as powder bounced excitingly in her seat. you stifled a giggle as you waved the kids over to make more room, only for vander to quickly pull you to his lap and press a light string of kisses up the side of your neck, “you did a good job, love.”

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

look, im agree with you whole heartedly. total 100000000%

okay okay so there was a big whoop on here where ppl were on here going yeah i like what you've done with this character, but according to MY character -> you're wrong

idk if you guys were around for that period where everyone respectfully nodded like, ha nice vibes but youre wrong my [wo]man doesn't do that.

BUT YOU SEE YOU SEE THATS WHATS WRONG, i have a bad case of the "yeah you're wrong (respectful)" vibes but lemme just say this all came about bc someone was like vander wasn't touchy outside the bedroom and it RILED ME UP??

let's talk for a moment, im doing this on a whim btw

warnings: 18+ under the cut, minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked, vander being hot as usual, grindddd on me

you're helping out at the last drop. vander's shooting smirks at you every which way and he's sweet. he's so sweet it hurts okay? he's doing his part and you're dealing with a bloke who's trying to drink the whole bar up and flirt with you at the same time.

they're flirting you up and down. vander's playing a bit of pool and he's definitely getting a few groans and snips from how he's staring too long on his turn. but this guy doesn't get the message. he understands why, but he's not going to make you change your nature. if the sun needed to rise in the west for this bonehead to stop flirting with you, he'd make that happen. he doesn't know how, but he would.

you lean over the counter to hand off a tray of pints and a sudden hand palm over your ass makes you jolt. the beers nearly go flying, but they don't?

the tray is tilted in your hand and you realize that vander's hand supports the tray where your small hand can't. he smirks and it sends tingles down your spine and you look over to the drunk who looks wayy more sober.

his hand isn't the balance on your ass that keeps you from tipping and it's not vander's left hand because that's whats braced on the counter to keep him steady. so what's keeping you from falling?

you move ever so slightly and it's not the warmth of his chest, it's the subtle dig that's poking your lower back and how it's deliciously hot pressed to you. he tilts your chin up and the cheeky smile he sends to people as he passes down the street is directed at you. and the cheers that sound from the sight of that same smile don't see the tiny little glint his eye.

"you should be a little more careful." he kisses your nape and the hand moves from the counter to your stomach isn't to steady you. he's got that taken care of. it's to bring you to your toes, forcing you to grind back on him as he stands you both upright. you want to slap a hand over your face because he's looking that patron who went to grab at you in the eye through every second of it.

he hands off the pints and gives your ass a firm slap, staring at the much smaller individual in front of him with a grin. "you go take a break," he stares at you with these loving eyes and the grey turns to mischef as soon as they land on his new company. "i'll take over the bar."

now YOUR vander might want to keep the affections lowkey, but mine? he'll straight up grind you into the counter if "necessary"

i'm respectfully saying my vander is hardly shy

Can you please a do yandere arcane man x reader smutt?? thank you :>>

I don't write many yandere characters so I don't know how well this is gonna go but I'm gonna try my best.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Reader

Tags: established relationship, possessive behavior, jealousy, control issues, yandere behavior, rough sex, making out, marking, bites, scratches, collars, leashes, dirty talk

A/N: I have very few frames of reference for this. It's Yuno Gasai, a few characters from Diabolik Lovers, and that one blonde dude from the Amnesia vn.

Viktor already had a number of insecurities before you started dating. They were further ramped up when he notices others talking and flirting with you even when he is close by. When ever that happens you can feel his eyes on you, burning into you.

Even so he's gentle with you, well other than the bite marks he loves to leave all over you. He especially likes to leave them on the inside of your thighs when he eats you out. Also gets very clingy. You need to go eat, he's with you, going to the bathroom, he's there with you, anywhere at the academy, he's by your side.

"I saw you talking to other men tonight. Very bold of you my love. You know just how to rile me up. Was that your plan? Or do you just enjoy the attention? You know they can't have you right? You're mine and mine alone. I'm the only one who can leave marks like these one you. You know that right? I know you do, I know you do. But I just want to make sure, you can't blame me for that can you?"

Himbo on the outside, very possessive on the inside. He always keeps you close when you attend big events, his hand around your waist or on the small of your back, glaring at anyone who he thinks might try to take you away from him. He's normally very gentle but gets really rough when he gets jealous.

He leaves a lot of bruises, hand and finger marks on you from the amount of strength that he uses on nights like that. He loves to hold your hips still and just pound away at you, until you're a whimpering mess, screaming his name and his name only.

"That was very rude of you babe. I took you as my plus one to the gala, I turn around to talk to Viktor and you already have other men chatting you up? Do you think they can fuck you better than I can? Hm? No, you're real tight right now, so you must know my cock is the only one that can satisfy you. But tonight, I think I might need to punish you instead. Fuck you until you can't move."

Silco has eyes and ears all over Zaun. So when he feels like something is out of sorts with his relationship with you he will summon you into his office for punishment. He doesn't get jealous per se because he knows you want him and only him, but he does get possessive. He never hurts physically but he does raise his voice and when he notices that you're scared he will come in and hug you, comfort you.

He likes to have you on your knees for him, sucking him before he fucks you until you scream at the top of your lungs, especially when you're pressed up against the glass.

"You know why you're here don't you? Of course you do my pet. Now get over here, on your knees. Good girl, that's right. You're a very good girl, and good girls don't talk to my competition. Especially those who eye you like you were Shimmer. But don't worry I'm gonna make sure they all see who you belong to. Do you like that, being fucked against the glass, knowing that anyone who looks up can see you being fucked by me, taking my cock? You do, I know it, your body tells me as much."

There are all kinds of people that come to his bar so he's very careful with you. He likes seeing you laugh, see you have fun, but not to take any unnecessary risks by talking to shady people. That's a big no. He loves you and just wants you safe. If that means that he needs to make you learn your lesson by being a little rough, well it's a necessary risk.

He practically tears away your clothes when you get time alone, not even bothering to take off his, he just needs his hands and his cock to make you cry, moan and come. Especially when he grabs you by the hips and lowers you down on his cock, fast, rough, not a hint of his gentle nature anywhere in his movements, in his eyes, in the way he growls and snarls your name against your skin.

"Darlin you know I don't like to get rough with ya. But sometimes, sometimes I have to. For you. I want to keep you save, and you need to learn not to go and talk to people that can break you in half. Unless its me. But I'll never break you, no darlin, no. I'll protect you, you'll see, just stick with me aight? Let me give you everything, everything you need. Damn, you're tight. Did you want me to get rough? Do you get off on knowing I can break you if I wanted, but you're not scared are you, no, you love it, you love how my cock feels inside you. Fuck darlin you're squeezing me so hard."

Ekko is strangely possessive over you. Which is strange because the only people you hang out with is the other members of the Firelight gang.

He loves to leave hickies on your skin, where everyone can see them. He loves pinning your hands above your head, making you submit to him, if he can pull you hair he will do so, he will make you cry only to kiss the tears away later. He wants to live up to his title of the Boy Savior, he wants to be there for you, whenever you need him, always and for ever.

"I know, fuck, I know it doesn't make sense. I trust everyone here with my life, but not with you my love. I see how some of them look at you, even though they know you're with me, they think they have a chance. Well they don't and I'm gonna make them see that. Everyone will know. Come on, be as loud as ya want, scream for me, so everyone knows how good you have it, how much you love my dick."

He doesn't feel like he has much control over anything really, until you come along that is. His whole life he's had to play by someone else's rules, have someone over him. But now he gets so be in charge.

He likes knowing where you are at all times, if he doesn't well you might decide you want to leave him, maybe you decide that you're above him too, that you don't need him, don't want him. He wants you need him all the time, he craves it, craves knowing that you listen to him at all times. Knowing you listen only to him.

"I'm sorry that all you get right now is sucking my cock, I really have to get to work you know. But you'll stay right where you are won't you. And you'll wait for me. And when I come home I'm gonna make sure that you know never to step out of line, ever again, you understand me love? Oh I know, I know you just want to please me, and you will, you are, with that talented little mouth, fuck yes, I knew it, I knew you could behave, you just needed a little punishment first isn't that right?"

He puts a collar on you when he takes a real liking to you. Where ever you go everyone will know who fucks you every night. He presents it as a gift for you, saying it will make others stay away, to leave you alone, to not hurt you, but everyone knows the truth.

As much as he would love to fuck you in front of everyone, to let you know that you're his, he wants you only for him, to be the only one who sees you come. He will however put a leash on the collar so he can have complete control over you while he fucks you. He will keep you in bed until he feels that you know that he's the only one for you.

"Is that too tight? Can you breathe properly? Well maybe you can after you say you're sorry for leading all those men on. That's cruel you know. Especially because of this. They know what it means and yet you behave like you don't already belong to someone and lead them on. I'm the only one you flirt with, don't you know that? Let me remind you then."

Hello! I saw you’re open for requests for arcane?

If you don’t mind, I’d like a yandere!Vander x reader! They are 21 so there’s an age gap (if you don’t mind writing for that) if not you can make them around ganders age! I’d just like the reader to be very bold and charismatic. That’s all! Thank you and I love your pfp

This handsome, handsome man omfg. Im soo gay but himm??? omg,,,, I've literally been obsessed with this show, so I cant wait to write more for it. Literally every character has me by the THROAT

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Vander: protective, manipulative, obsessive

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Vander is a very two sided yandere 

The weird thing about Vander is that the two of you could have a relatively normal relationship if you wanted too. And it would be a perfectly healthy one too. Obviously the way he became infatuated with you the moment he saw you wasn't very healthy, Vander actually recognizes that and works to fight those,,,, urges. The only ways that his darker side would ever come out would be if:

A. you're life is being threatened. 

B. you were harmed by another (especially those with malicious intent,, Silco). 

C. you were a threat.

Let me explain the last one. You can't be someone like Silco, that's too personal. You would have needed to be something smaller. A thief, a loud-mouthed thug who enjoys pestering others a bit too much, or an enforcer with traditional beliefs. Vander understands the concept of doing what you need to survive better than anyone and he is more than willing to give you a second chance to show that you're not all bad.  

If you take that opportunity, Vander offers you the chance for the two of you to grow close in a healthy, natural way. He absolutely adores your bold and charismatic nature, and he can banter with you so well that even a blind man would be able to see how absolutely whipped he is.  

Omfgg, imagine the way Vander would just,,, glare at someone who was flirting with you. The amount of jealousy that would plastered all over his face would be just unbelievable.  

Powder just straight up asked when the wedding will be. Vander forgets how to breathe, you spit out your drink all over the bar.   

Yandere Vander is one of the purist examples of a protective yandere. Sure, he can be a bit manipulative at times, but Jesus, does he just want to do the right thing by keeping you safe. The man has so much love to give. Towards his kids, towards his people. 

But especially towards you.

Unfortunately, If you don't take that opportunity, his manipulative side comes out. It doesn't matter what age you are, how could you possibly be this thick? You're a threat to himself and possibly his kids, you're unwilling to change, so why does he still love you? He can't work with someone who is unwilling, and he won't let his enemies think he lets people like you walk all over him. So he just takes you, and he hides you away. You'll learn to love him, eventually.  

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IMO, it takes a really persistent darling for Vander to get dark like that. He's a very good manipulator and is more than willing to use less,,, Pg tactics to get you on his side when he's getting desperate. 

But imagine if Silco was flirting with you to get under Vander skin. But eventually he ends up becoming obsessed too, which only pisses off Vander even more.

Trying to convince arcane characters to stay in bed a little longer in the morning *cough* Vander please.

YES WE STAN VANDER

Masterlist

includes Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jinx, Vander

warnings: suggestive content (kinda nsfw?)

gn!reader, let me know if I messed up somewhere

Vi

“Vi,” you whined as she threw back the blanket, allowing a gush of cold air to hit your skin.

“Rise and shine, cupcake,” she said, laughing at the dirty glance you threw her.

“Come back.”

“Can't, I need to do my workout. Those muscles don't come from nowhere.” She winked at you and you suddenly had to clench your thighs together.

“You're denying me my cuddle time.”

“I'll give you all the cuddles when I come back. Promise.”

“I can't properly wake up without cuddles.”

“Have you tried coffee?”

You sat up, frustrated by her stubbornness. But Vi wasn't the only one with a set mind. “You know, I'm sure there's plenty of workouts you can do in bed.”

Vi, who had just been about to step into her shoes, froze. You leaned against the headboard, eyebrow cocked. The blanket had wrapped itself around your legs, revealing a generous amount of skin which you knew Vi was noticing.

“You play dirty,” she said lowly, blue eyes flashing.

You grinned. “That way we could work out together. You always said you wanted me to come with you.”

Vi's lips set in a smirk as she approached the bed in sure steps and you yelped when she suddenly grabbed your legs and pulled you down. The next moment, she was looming over you, her face so close you could count her freckles.

“I warn you,” she breathed and you shivered as her hot breath ghosted your lips. “My workouts kill.”

You grinned, heart pounding in your chest. “Kill me, then.”

Viktor

It was close to a miracle that you even woke up before he'd left. Viktor usually got up so early that you had developed the habit of sleeping through his alarm clock and by the time you woke up for your work, he was long gone, his place on the mattress empty and cold. But this morning you felt his warm body next to you and before you had even fully woken you wrapped your legs around his, tangling your limbs and snuggling closer to his chest.

“(Y/N),” Viktor muttered, voice heavy from sleep, his accent stronger. Your heart fluttered at the way your name rolled off his tongue. “I need to get up.”

“Denied.”

Viktor chuckled, a deep, raspy sound. “I'm afraid it does not work like that.”

“Then make it work like that,” you replied. “You're a scientist.”

Admittedly, in your sleepy state, your words didn't make much sense, but they seemed to amuse Viktor all the same.

“And as a scientist, I need to do science.” He tried to rise from the bed, but your grip on his legs tightened (though you were of course careful to not put too much pressure on his bad one) and he fell back into the pillows. “My love.”

“How about an experiment?” you said.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your proposition. Of course science could peek his interest, not the half-naked, willing person next to him.

“An experiment needs a theory, right?” Your fingers found the buttons of his pyjama shirt and innocently played with them, which didn't escape Viktor's notice.

“Correct.”

“So here's my theory,” you said, propping yourself up. Viktor's amber eyes widened as you loomed over him. “I can get you to stay in bed with me.”

Viktor's gaze trailed along your figure before settling back on your face. “And how do you intend to prove your theory?” He did not sound as certain as he had a moment before.

A wicked grin flashed over your face. “I have a few ideas.”

“Would you mind sharing them?”

“You'll see,” you said innocently, slowly popping open the top button of his shirt. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. “But you'll have to stay. For science.”

Caitlyn

That alarm clock was the most cursed thing in the world. Every morning, took a great deal of willpower from you to not take it and shatter it against the next wall.

Thankfully, Caitlyn quickly shut it off and sweet silence filled the room once more. You snuggled back into the satin pillows, humming in content, but your rest was disturbed when you noticed shuffling next to you.

“No,” you protested, grabbing Caitlyn's arm to hold her back. It was one of the world's biggest mysteries how she managed to be up bright and early every morning. You'd never even heard her complain, even though an Enforcer's working hours were murderous.

“I have to get to work,” she said softly.

“Ten more minutes.”

“I can't.”

“Five.”

“Darling …”

You pushed her back into the soft pillows, enjoying her widening eyes as you hovered over her. “Five minutes,” you whispered, letting your breath ghost over her lips, relishing in the shiver that went down Caitlyn's spine.

“I … I really have to go to work-” But the rest of her words got stuck in her throat when you pressed a feather-light kiss to her pulse point.

“And you're sure there's nothing I can to do to get you to give me these five minutes?”

She swallowed hard. “I suppose I could be … convinced.”

Grinning mischievously, you lowered yourself and pressed a kiss to her throat. “Careful, Cat. I'll have you stay in bed with me the whole day.”

Ekko

Ekko usually got up before you. He wasn't necessarily a natural early riser, but he had people to lead and take care of and he took his duties very seriously. So he got up early every single morning and while you admired that about him, you didn't love it.

So this morning, when Ekko stretched his long limbs and pressed a kiss to your hair, you shifted to lie on top of him, face buried in the crook of his neck.

He chuckled into your ear. “Pookie.”

You hummed but made no move to … move.

“C'mon.”

“No.”

“Baby.”

“No.”

He wrapped his arms around your middle and in a split second he'd flipped you so that he was now hovering above you, stealing your breath with the twinkle in his dark eyes. A smirk spread on your face as your eyes trailed across his toned torso, his muscled arms with which he was holding you in place.

“Good morning, pretty boy” you grinned.

A smile tugged at his lips. “Good morning.”

You wrapped your legs around his body, drawing him closer to your own. Ekko's breath hitched in his throat when your groins slid against each other.

“(Y/N) …”

“You know what would make this a really good morning?”

He sighed, a muscle in his jaw twitching as his eyes roamed your face, caught between the duty to get up and the desire to close the distance between you two.

You took the decision from him by bucking your hips against his. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck it.” He pressed his lips to yours, capturing you in a heated kiss that left you breathless. “I'm gonna show you a good morning.”

Jinx

When Jinx woke up, you woke up. With her loud yawns, giant stretches that had you finding a fist in your face, and cheerful good mornings, it was impossible not to. But you didn't mind, not when the first thing you saw every morning was her bright grin, the cheerful twinkle in her eyes and the firm kiss she pressed to your lips. But Jinx never stayed, she was always quick to jump up and start her day. So you had to be even quicker to hold her down before she could leave the bed, arms and legs wrapped around her small figure.

“I've gotcha.”

She giggled, wiggling in your grap. “Sprinkles!”

You grinned into her shoulder, kissing the soft, exposed skin there. “I've gotcha,” you repeated, lowly this time and Jinx stilled.

“What are you going to do to me?”

You trailed your lips up her neck, relishing in her shivers. “Well, now that I've got you at my mercy …” Your tongue darted out to lick her neck and Jinx let out a quiet moan. “I don't think I'll let you leave until the day's over.”

“You can do a lot of things in that time.”

You hummed in agreement, nuzzling your face in her neck. “You know that thing we wanted to try?”

Jinx's eyebrows shot up and you grinned when you saw the excitement flash in her eyes.

“You won't be able to run away as quick when I'm through with you.”

Vander

“Don't,” you grumble when movement next to you pulls you from your slumber.

Vander chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that has your heart fluttering even after all this time. “I'm afraid I have to. I've got a bar to run.”

A bar, you huff in your thoughts, knowing the first thing Vander would have to deal with had nothing to do with giving out liquor. Instead, you rest your hand on his naked chest, playing with the curly brown hairs. You hear him sigh and a big warm hand engulfs your own. “Just a few more minutes.”

“I know what you're doing.”

You grin, eyes still closed. “Mhm?”

Vander was much bigger and heavier than you, so if you needed to convince him, physical force was not something you could count on. Thankfully, you were more than well-versed in other methods.

Vander shivered beneath you as your fingers traced a light path across his chest. You smiled against his warm skin and let your hand wander to his stomach and then lower until he suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.

“You little minx.”

“Fifteen minutes,” you mumbled.

He raised his eyebrows. “Fifteen? That's quite generous.”

Slowly, you rose up, pressing soft kisses to his chest while your hand began stroking him. Vander's mouth opened in a silent moan and his head fell back into the pillows. “Fuck.”

“Five for you,” you said, “and ten for me.”

After all, he was a gentleman.

Shower/bath sex with Vander? You start to relax and he decides to join in.

WARNINGS ─ gn!reader, slight smut [ illusions to sex, gn anatomy + light dirty talk ] + mature language

COMMENTS ─ excuse me while i think all about this for the rest of the week 🥴 not quite smut, but still enough that you know vander is going to take you apart piece by piece -- thank you for sending this in, love!!

five paragraph fics ⇢ send me a headcanon or scenario to write

it was a rarity to have clean water in the lanes -- something most people who lived in the undercity had gotten use to rather quickly, although without much of a choice. with the amount of pollution that had seeped into the water ways from the decades of mining, it made getting clean water that much harder to secure.

luckily, someone still cared in the undercity to keep the water clean, knowing it was needed to keep society running -- even if it was a society of undesirables. so, after ordering each one of your children to take a bath -- much to their displeasure and grievance, there was still enough clean water left in the cycle for you and vander to get clean before the water day switched over.

and that’s where vander had found you, resting comfortably against the back of the tub, damp washcloth over your eyes as your breathing evened out. a deep chuckle from the doorway startles you, “you know you’re skins gonna get all wrinkled if you lay in their long enough, love.” vander smiled, uncrossing his arms as he pulled the bathroom door closed and made his way over to you. “it feels nice... come join me.” you offer softly, extending you hand out towards him.

he smiles before stripping out of his clothing tantalizingly slow -- almost as if he was giving you a show, and willfully aware of how your darkened eyes trailed over each inch of skin he exposed to you. he waved you forward, climbing into the small tub behind you before pulling you back against his chest with a deep hum, “not sure what you had in mind, but i’m starting to think you got me into this tub for other reasons.”

you could only hum in response, taking his much larger hand and moving it to trail along your chest and down toward your naval -- toward where you wanted him to be, “so shameful... all worked up over my little show, huh?” he mused as the pads of his fingers pressed over your tight hole, smiling brightly as your breath hitched and you dropped back against him fully.

Shower/bath sex with Vander? You start to relax and he decides to join in.

WARNINGS ─ gn!reader, slight smut [ illusions to sex, gn anatomy + light dirty talk ] + mature language

COMMENTS ─ excuse me while i think all about this for the rest of the week 🥴 not quite smut, but still enough that you know vander is going to take you apart piece by piece -- thank you for sending this in, love!!

five paragraph fics ⇢ send me a headcanon or scenario to write

it was a rarity to have clean water in the lanes -- something most people who lived in the undercity had gotten use to rather quickly, although without much of a choice. with the amount of pollution that had seeped into the water ways from the decades of mining, it made getting clean water that much harder to secure.

luckily, someone still cared in the undercity to keep the water clean, knowing it was needed to keep society running -- even if it was a society of undesirables. so, after ordering each one of your children to take a bath -- much to their displeasure and grievance, there was still enough clean water left in the cycle for you and vander to get clean before the water day switched over.

and that’s where vander had found you, resting comfortably against the back of the tub, damp washcloth over your eyes as your breathing evened out. a deep chuckle from the doorway startles you, “you know you’re skins gonna get all wrinkled if you lay in their long enough, love.” vander smiled, uncrossing his arms as he pulled the bathroom door closed and made his way over to you. “it feels nice... come join me.” you offer softly, extending you hand out towards him.

he smiles before stripping out of his clothing tantalizingly slow -- almost as if he was giving you a show, and willfully aware of how your darkened eyes trailed over each inch of skin he exposed to you. he waved you forward, climbing into the small tub behind you before pulling you back against his chest with a deep hum, “not sure what you had in mind, but i’m starting to think you got me into this tub for other reasons.”

you could only hum in response, taking his much larger hand and moving it to trail along your chest and down toward your naval -- toward where you wanted him to be, “so shameful... all worked up over my little show, huh?” he mused as the pads of his fingers pressed over your tight hole, smiling brightly as your breath hitched and you dropped back against him fully.