Warning: Gertlo, if it’s not a ship you enjoy dont continue reading as this contains a lot of spiciness and of course, Gert x Mylo! :)
Just drew a little Gertlo sketch cause I was bored.
The context? Honestly, it’s the aftermath of Mylo riding the strapon and Gert praising him for it, saying how good he looked, how pretty the sounds were leaving his mouth. Also shes lowk marking tf out of his neck cause I mean… a personal headcanon of mine is mylos neck is a very pleasurable point, now I know that a lot of peoples are but im talking orgasmic sensitive if he has little to no pleasure anywhere else.
Anyways this was meant to be a sweet Gertlo art i just got caught up in the context there… oops..
For all these headcanons, Gert is topping. (Either using a strapon or a real cock, whichever).
- mylos favourite positions to receive from: backshots, missionary.
- Gerts favourite positions to give: missionary, and whenever Mylo rides (reverse or normal cowgirl)
Both Mylo and gerts discussed dream night:
1. Beginning with slow touches on Mylos hip, Gert being patient with him because of his insecurities.
2. Kissing, hickeys, while mylos getting his ass kneaded.
3. Finally getting somewhere, Mylo being rimmed while being fingered by Gert.
4. Gert going slow, giving him good thrusts hitting the exact angle almost every time.
5. Gert finally speeding up, slapping his ass, kissing his shoulder, pulling his hair.
6. When everything finishes, Gert holding him close while she cleans him up and massages his back, thighs, ass, stomach, arms.
7. He falls asleep to her warmth.
- during their first time, Gert was all high ego and confident, not realising mylo was in fact NOT impressed and Mylo ended up pretending to cum so she would stop. Ever since then Gert checks up on him every 2 minutes.
- One time they both had food poisoning and still tried to do stuff Anyways, they didn’t get far cause Gert burped in mylos mouth and that set him off, and he accidentally threw up (he managed to do it away from her, on the floor).
- Mylos always trying to put flavoured oils on his asshole to make it taste better and Gert hates it when he does this, she always wipes the flavour off so she can just taste him.
- their safe word is “Lemon anchovies”, for some reason.
- Mylo loves things vibrating against his asshole over them vibrating inside.
- Gert tried burning a cigarette butt into mylos knee one Time when he was riding (as he requested) and Mylo genuinely screamed like a startled pig and that made her quit smoking.
- motorbutting is gerts thing 100%, if her face is anywhere near asscheeks, shes diving in and no one can get her out.
okay my first post from this account has to be a banger. fuck. here it goes
NSFW gertmylo under the cut also maybe warning for voyeurism/public? In a way?
Gert at The Last Drop DJing or performing with the Chemsisters while Mylo’s in his room touching himself and imagining her fucking him to the thump of the bass
Still so unforgivable to deprive these two of a real conversation in this episode. After all the very typical arguments they had when they were younger, seeing how affected Jinx was by Mylo in the main universe, all the needless hate Mylo gets from the fandom, seeing these two really talk or have some unserious argument would have been absolutely peak. But apparently shoehorning in some npc to give a single line of dialogue to was the best way to show things got better between Mylo and Powder. It was bad enough Ekko wasn't even allowed to speak to them. Absolutely massive missed opportunity, but it's more doubling down by the writers that Mylo and Claggor just weren't that important. And that is super lame.
Still so unforgivable to deprive these two of a real conversation in this episode. After all the very typical arguments they had when they were younger, seeing how affected Jinx was by Mylo in the main universe, all the needless hate Mylo gets from the fandom, seeing these two really talk or have some unserious argument would have been absolutely peak. But apparently shoehorning in some npc to give a single line of dialogue to was the best way to show things got better between Mylo and Powder. It was bad enough Ekko wasn't even allowed to speak to them. Absolutely massive missed opportunity, but it's more doubling down by the writers that Mylo and Claggor just weren't that important. And that is super lame.
Arcane headcanon: (both characters are adults In the au, which is what Im talking about)
On the first year anniversary Gert and Mylo had been dating, Mylo smothered his ass in frosting and sprinkles, and when Gert entered the room Mylo sat on his stomach in the bed, looked at her, and simply said “theres cake you gotta eat to celebrate our anniversary.” That was the first time Gert ate his ass, but definitely not the last time. She made him c** undone In under 5 minutes from just frequent tongue flick.
(In which Gert finds Mylo sitting alone the night before the anniversary of his sister’s death. And what came of it only strengthened their bond).
(how I feel feeding like the 5 gertlo fans bc IM OBSESSED WITH THEM. But on a more honest note, I think Gertlo has potential to have like actual depth to it. Yes it’s cute on a surface level ofc but I do think one really supports the other where their flaws would bring them down).
(I’ve seen a few fics showing how the siblings were affected after Vi’s death when they were still growing up, but have yet to see one about them actually grown up like we see in ep 7. Losing a loved one and the grief that comes with it never leaves, but the comfort and care of those around you can be a source of help).
(ANYWAYS ONTO THE ACTUAL FIC ENOUGH YAPPING)
Gert gently pushed the door open, the breeze of the outside night air hitting her face. It was refreshing after a long day of work, and for a moment, she forgot why she’d gone up there.
She quickly shook the thought off, eyes landing on the ledge of the rooftop where Mylo sat.
It wasn’t anything like she’d really seen before from him. His posture didn’t seem purposely relaxed, his hair wasn’t perfectly done like he’d normally have it.
A part of her didn’t know how exactly to feel about that.
“…Finally found you.” Gert found the courage to speak up, shoving her hands in her pockets as she walked towards him.
“Hey, Gert.” His voice sounded unnaturally quiet. Yet in a way, it felt like she was hearing him for the first time.
She sat beside him, legs dangling off the ledge, staring into the view of the Undercity and onwards to Piltover. He hadn’t even looked her way yet, so she decided to do so first.
And for once, she couldn’t read him. His face was blank, eyes not exactly distanced but not entirely focused—just completely neutral. “…Sorry, I kinda barged in. Want some time alone?”
“You’re good,” His eyes finally drifted to his hands. “Sorry, I just…guess I’m not feelin’ like myself right now. Kinda tired.”
“Yeah,” She swallowed anxiously, choosing her words carefully. “Tomorrow’s…”
“The anniversary of Vi’s passing. I know.” He grimaced.
“…Wish I could’ve met her. She sounded cool.”
Mylo snickered, reminiscing in the memory. “Understatement. Vi was the best. I mean, when she was with us, I felt like I could do anything, you know? Scary stuff wasn’t scary when she was around.” His smile grows shaky and uncertain. “…A part of me still cant believe she’s gone. I know it’s kinda stupid after so long. I mean, seven years, you know?”
“It’s not stupid.” She reassured him. “…I know you miss her. All your family does. And that doesn’t really…go away, right?”
He shrugs, remaining in the silence for a bit before lifting his head up. “Seven years.” He repeated to himself. “I can see the penthouse we robbed on that day. I stared at Topside for hours up here until my eyes learned that that,” He pointed out into the distance. “That tiny piece of roof hidden by other buildings is the one.”
She squinted, trying to make it out amongst the blur of the night, trying to look at the exact direction he pointed at. As she did so, Mylo continued, “It’s still so…there in my head. If I close my eyes, and I really think about it, I’m in that penthouse again. I can smell the debris around me, and the the way my body was frozen in pain, and the sound of Powder crying and the Enforcers running, the cold tiles under me when I fell over, just…everything. It’s still there.”
“Gosh...” She murmured weakly, unsure of what exactly to say.
“I just…it’s hard to get out of bed every time tomorrow comes, so I…” He hesitated, and Gert straightened herself to look at him. “…I spend the whole morning thinking of what I could’ve done differently to stop it. Stop her from leaving us so early. Like, maybe if I’d picked that stupid lock on the balcony faster, maybe we would’ve made it out before anything happened. If I’d helped her carry the stuff, maybe she would’ve made it to a point where she wouldn’t have died. If I…” He grimaced. “…If I hadn’t been as big of a jerk, maybe Powder wouldn’t have been so desperate to prove herself. Because we all were. And I still made her feel horrible for it.”
Gert’s expression twisted with complete shock. Her body went slack, heart aching with sympathy. This version of Mylo sitting beside her felt so different from the one she’d grown to love and know, yet in a way, she’s known this Mylo just as long. She just hadn’t been able to see him yet. But he’d always been there for her whenever she’d wanted to talk. The real him.
“…Mylo,” she finally had the courage to speak, taking in a deep breath. “I know she meant a lot to you. And I don’t want you to stop grieving her, thats not it. But…you can’t wrap yourself up into wanting to change the past. Because you literally can’t, and you’ll just feel worse.” She scooted closer to him. “I know I sure as hell did when I lost my folks for the first time. I was thinking the exact same way you are. But…I learned that instead of focusin’ on what could’ve been, we gotta focus on what can still be.” She forced a small smile onto her face for his sake. “…I think Vi would want that, don’t you?”
A small smile formed on his lips, yet his eyes were still hurt. “Probably.” He looked up at the sky. “It just…feels wrong to move on without her sometimes, you know? I wanted her to see who I am, who I became. Like, whenever somethin’ big happens in my life, I think “oh, I gotta tell Vi about this,” And then…I remember I can’t anymore.”
He tried to blink away the glossiness in his eyes, even as more tears welled in them. “…I know she’s proud of who you are, ‘Lo. You’re one of the best, funniest, kindest people I know.” Gert smiled softly, reaching for his hand so he couldn’t wipe away the emotions from his eyes. Their gazes locked then. “I know you’re hurting, and I don’t blame you. I know she meant a lot to you. But you don’t have to force yourself to move on without her, because she’s always gonna want to be with you. Always has been. But I promise you, her love for you guys hasn’t changed one bit, no matter what. Don’t forget that.”
He stared at her, the confident facade he’d put on days prior showing no signs of having even existed. “Yeah. Yeah, um…” He sniffled, voice hoarse and soft from pain, finally moving his hand so their fingers intertwined. “…Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so…”
“Don’t.” She interrupted him, and that was enough. Mylo leaned onto her shoulder, silent tears and faint sniffles leaving him as she quietly wrapped her arm around him, letting him pour his heart out onto her without another word.
Whatever words she could’ve said were conveyed just fine in the silence, only the breeze of the night passing through. The view in front of them comforting their vision, and if she focused hard enough, she could hear Mylo’s heartbeat from beside her.
After a few moments, the breeze grew slightly stronger. Mylo wiped away the remnants of tears from his cheeks. “…I remember this old story Vander used to tell us. That the air’s carrying the souls of all the people we lost.” He explained, voice no longer entirely coated with sorrow, now a new sense of contentment present within his tone. “And that whenever we feel the wind, that’s Janna’s way of bringing them right to us.”
Gert smiled, and the breeze brushing her hair suddenly felt much more vivid. “…That’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” She chuckled at his remark, her hold on his hand growing stronger.
“Alright, enough of you.” She weakly shoved him away, to which he laughed. The sound alone made some of the weight on her shoulders drift away.
Mylo wasn’t perfect, but he always managed to make going through her day easier. With his smile, and his jokes, and the way he’d somehow always manage to get a laugh out of her. Always managed to bring the best in her. Gave her hope for the next day, whatever came of it.
“…Thanks, Gert. For this.” He finally spoke up, reaching for her hand once more. She didn’t hesitate to take his. “You’re seriously the best.”
“Don’t mention it.” She smiled softly, and he returned it.
Their focus traced back into the distant night of Zaun and Piltover, letting the presence of the other bring some warmth and solace along with the breeze.
