#Silco x female OC

[napkinscrawls]

Smokestacks

YA!Silco/f!oc | smoking | drunkeness | surprise kiss | inhuman bodyparts

Teen Silco & Gill sitting on a roof, Silco is blitzed. This is their first open conversation since Gill joined the children of Zaun.

Silco takes a drag from his cigarette, he mulls over all Gill's weird behavior, in his drunken state he gets stuck on her name.

"Why the name Gill." he says into the air more than to her, voice thick with alcohol.

Gill shifts & considers something before replying "... because I have gills."

Silco lets out a small hum.

"Can I see?" He thinks she's joking but the booze just wants to see her bare neck, she's always so covered up.

Gill turns to look down at the reclining man, her expression conflicted between flustered & scared.

"D'you promise not to call me a freak & push me off the roof?"

Silco snorts incredulously but when he looks up to see her expression is more scared now. "Never." he quickly reassures, with no room for doubt, almost sober sounding.

Gill quietly moves closer, leaning over & shifting her collar down. Silco's eyes cling to her steadily revealing skin.

Silco slowly sits up as soon as he sees the opalescent lines across her neck, they look initially like scars.

A hand half out, cigarette hanging from his lips.

He realises time is passing when Gill swallows nervously, eyes flicking to her bobbing throat then up to her face. Her eyebrows pinched as if expecting a blow. He chews his cigarette berating himself. 

"May I?" he mutters out, earnestly holding her gaze as he flexes his fingers that are still held between them.

Gill winces in confusion but nods, as soon as his fingers graze her neck she averts her eyes.

"They functional?"

"...yeah"

He lightly runs a thumb across one gill, noticing how the collapsed frill is stiff & concertinaed, but still gives somewhat under his touch, revealing pink skin underneath.

He swallows absentmindedly.

Again forgetting time passes for other people.

"...I can show you a trick, if you like?" her voice surprises Silco, he looks back to her eyes, Gill is smiling nervously but still facing away. 

"By all means." Silco manages not to stumble over these simple words.

Gill takes the cigarette from Silco's mouth & takes a slow draw, eyes flicking back to him as she holds her breath.

As she exhales it's not through her mouth or nose but the gills relax & the smoke files out of all four slits.

Her eyes half closed, she looks almost relaxed.

"Doesn't it burn?" 

She chuckles out the last of the now fresh smelling smoke "I can filter toxins into clean air with these, a cigarette doesn't even tickle."

Silco takes the cigarette back carefully & imagines it tastes sweeter now. He takes another drag as the pieces click together. 

"Good." he says with all the soft awe in the world.

Another long period of silence as Silco returns to his thoughts, alcohol flooding back into his system.

Gill begins to shrink back. "Rethinking the roof thing?" 

"The opposite in fact." Silco draws deep.

Before she can ask Silco pulls her in & connects their lips, blowing smoke inside her mouth as he kisses her.

Smoke billowing around them from her neck Gill's face boils.

"I don't plan to let you go at all." his smile breaks their impromptu kiss.

In the next moment when Gill catches her breath, Silco's eyes wander across her. She thinks he's about to explain himself until he just slumps over.

Panic

Panic. All colour drains from her face. She's poisoned him, all those times hearing what undercity folk say about her kind, maybe it's true, maybe she's coated in poison.

Silco's peaceful snores break the silence, his pulse is steady, no fever.

Gill exhales through her gritted teeth. 

Where's Benzo.

[unluckiestmember]

Arcane x Ransom! Reader

Summary: How would the Arcane characters react if the reader was held for ransom?

Characters: Jinx/Powder, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Silco and Licker (mention).

Warning: Slight cursing and suggestive themes/implied sexual themes.

A/N: I literally got the idea for this request from Helluva Boss, particular episode 6 of season 2. I hope you all enjoy this though, I know I did!

Powder/Jinx

“You have who?! Where are they?!… You want me to pay you for them? Oh I’ll pay you alright!”

Jinx doesn’t take the idea of you getting hurt lightly. She already is super overprotective of her little trinket, so when she heard that you were being held for a price, she wasted no time grabbing Pow-Pow, Zapper and a bunch of chompers to aid her in her “heroic rescue” for her princess/prince. As soon as she is where you are held, you don’t have to see her to know she’s there for you. Don’t expect any talking, just laughter and hollers followed by gunfire, screams for mercy and explosions.

Before you know it, the Loose Cannon is standing in front of you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever and dressing your face with kisses. She will ask you countless questions while freaking out, beating herself up over you being in such a position. But when she feels you touch her and assure her you’re okay, she’s on cloud nine. As soon as she laces the area with bombs to blow it to kingdom come, she’s back at her hideout, being super affectionate and touchy the entire night. Don’t expect anyone to be touching you for months unless they want their head blown off.

Violet “Vi”

“… What?… You… You just pissed off the wrong woman.”

First word that you were kidnapped, Vi wasted no time hunting your captors down and beating them to a bloody pulp. The woman is like a bull seeing red knowing you were somewhere cold and scared away from home and her arms. So until you were back to her, anyone was able to get a personal greeting from the pink haired fighter. Vi is pretty merciful, but in situations like this, she isn’t afraid to push the envelope by giving life threatening injuries to the bastards that hurt you.

When she found you, she didn’t bother asking any questions or giving any money to your kidnappers, unless they counted a mouthful of fists and kicks as payment enough. When she’s done with her punishment, she’ll immediately scoop you into her arms and take the both of you back home, where she checks you for injuries and asks if you are okay. Please comfort her. She may act all tough and cool, but the situation scared her due to thinking she lost you just like everyone else. As soon as she knows you are alright, she’ll promise no one will ever do that to you again.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“You kidnapped Y/N? Why would- Who do you think you are? You better let them go right now!”

Caitlyn was used to people being kidnapped on the job, having to save them or negotiate with criminals for their safety. But she would have never imagined such a thing happening to you of all people. When she was told you were being held for ransom, she understandably panicked before taking deep breaths and thinking of how to get you back to her. The enforcer can easily scrounge up the money for you to be freed, because you were more important than any coin that reaches her pockets.

So when she arranges a meeting with your kidnappers and finds you so scared, she finds it hard to stop herself from grabbing you and making a run for it. If the kidnappers pull a fast one on her though, all bets are off and bullets are flying. When she has you back, she will watch you like a hawk and be on the defensive for a while. But if you assure her enough that you are okay, she will lighten up. On the bright side, after the incident she’s more romantic and spends more time with you in and out of work.

Viktor

“Look, I’m sure we can talk about this. I’ll get you the money, just. Please don’t hurt them…”

Viktor beat himself up when he heard you were taken away from him for monetary purposes. He just doesn’t understand how he would let this happen- How he would let someone easily take you under his nose and put you in harm’s way?! He could’ve waddled in his sorrows, but he couldn’t. He had to save you and he had to act fast! It would hurt him, but he would ask for assistance from Jayce and the council if he can. And if they can’t help him? Well. Maybe it was time to break out those so-called dangerous machines Heimerdinger warned him against using.

When he finds you, he’s wasting no time trying to negotiate a way around matters so you could be freed. And if those negotiations don’t go according to plan, then he’ll use his machinery and his brain to outsmart the criminals into freeing you. When you are back together, he’ll just. Hold you. Like you are a precious gemstone. He’ll promise you this will never happen again. No one will ever lay their hands on you again…

Jayce Talis

“Is this supposed to scare me? If anything, you should be the one scared- Do you know who I am?!”

Jayce does not take threats lightly, especially when it comes to his family, friends and his loved ones. As soon as he was told you were held for Ransom, he let his anger and determination to get you back fuel him to do anything to send a message and bring you back to safety. You will immediately know your boyfriend got the message because in a matter of hours, enforcers are barging into the area you were held like they were entering a war, shooting, punching and slamming anyone who got in their way from their goal; You.

And Jayce is in the middle of it all, swinging his hammer without remorse before running to your rescue as your knight in shining armor. As soon as you grab his hand, he’s walking you back to his place casually through the enforcers destroying everything in their sights and leaving a message for the assholes that took you; Never. Ever. Touch the councilman’s lover. Don’t expect to go anywhere without guards following you if Jayce isn’t, whether you want to or not. Jayce just can’t take the chance for you to be taken again. Is it extreme? Yes. But it was worth it.

Sevika

“Ransom? Seriously? Please, that’s nothing. And I’m about to show you why.”

When it comes to ransom, Sevika wasn’t new to having her friends or past lovers be kidnapped for money. So when she heard you were being held hostage, she casually grabbed her poncho, fixed her arm for a brawl and headed outside to round her co-workers up. When she found you and the ones that took you, she wasted no time kicking in the doors and sicking her co-workers on everyone before she made her way towards you after knocking some skulls in. She’ll ask if you are okay and especially check you for any injuries before grabbing you and joking how you found yourself in this predicament.

The fight rages on as soon as she places you outside for safety. Saving you wasn’t enough. No, she needed everyone to know that when someone messes with you, they have to deal with her and the rest of Zaun. When everything is over and done, Sevika will take you both back home and treat any injuries you want before kissing your cheek and simply talking as if you weren’t kidnapped to begin with. If you think she doesn’t care, then hoo boy. The way she’ll treat you that night in bed will make you think otherwise.

Silco

“Hmm… If I were you, I’d beg for mercy when I get there…”

Silco is never one to be threatened because he’s always the one making the threats. Hearing about you being held for Ransom made him immediately go on the move to round up Sevika to follow him in bringing you back to him. If he gets there and doesn’t find you anywhere, he will deliver a silent signal to bring the house down. But if you are present, then he won’t need violence to be delivered by his Right Hand. He’ll just need to put the fear of gods into your kidnapper.

He’ll paint them a picture of how he’ll find their families and let them listen to the melody of their bones breaking. How he’ll have Licker carve paintings into their bodies and let them choke on their own blood as they beg for mercy. What do they think of that? They wouldn’t like that at all. As a matter of fact, they would hate it so much that they would release you and fade from existence right there. As soon as you are back to Silco, he’s going to take you back home as if this was only a minor inconvenience. But as soon as you two are behind closed doors, he can’t help from keeping his hands to himself and make promises against your skin.

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[lacroixqueen]

made your mark on me, a golden tattoo tattoo artist sevika x reader AU (18+)

Summary: you are getting your very first tattoo and sevika just so happens to be your tattoo artist. flirting and sexual tension ensue.

Pairing: tattoo artist sevika x reader AU

Word Count: 3357 (she's LONG)

Tags: soft sevika, unresolved tension, useless lesbians, gay panic, tattoo artist, tattoos, tattoo parlor

You shifted around the seat in the waiting room of the tattoo parlor for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of a single minute. For some reason you were a lot less nervous on the way here than you were literally waiting for your tattoo artist to set up the room and look over your art samples. You told yourself that this was something you were going to get done if it was the last thing you did. 

I mean, for God’s sake, it was a brand new year, and you wanted your first tattoo to be something special, to carry meaning that only you will understand. Kind of like a little inside joke. 

Apparently the tattoo artist you selected.. Sevika was it? Was quite well known throughout Zaun for several amazing masterpieces. She was attentive to detail, cared about each and every single one of her customer’s needs, and really wanted to make the best product possible for her clientele. 

You crossed one leg over the other, folding your arms across your chest and heaved out a little sigh. She better damn well be. The waiting list for her business was about three months long. You made sure to do plenty of research before committing to something as permanent as a tattoo. I mean, it will stay on your body for the rest of your life. Perhaps even into your death. 

You shuddered at the thought. Whatever. No matter what, it was far too late to turn back now. You already submitted your deposit, gave the artist the design you had in mind and for crying out loud, you were already here at the goddamn place. So might as well get this over with and try to have as few regrets as possible.

“Y/N?” a low and raspy voice called out from the back of the tattoo parlor. “I’m ready for you. You can come on back now.”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. She was ready for you. Okay. What does that even mean? You stood up, dusting off your skirt and took a final big deep breath. 

Just stay calm, you reassured yourself. Everything will be alright in the end. And if it isn’t, heck, maybe there is a surgeon in town who can remove it altogether and you can forget this even happened. Maybe that’s a bit of an overexaggeration. 

You were greeted by what you could only describe as one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Sevika was tall. And just by the looks of her right shoulder and arm muscles bulging from underneath her black tank… you could tell she worked out. Like a lot. She was also smoking a thick cigar between her lips, so her already godlike silhouette was wrapped around in a dreamlike haze.

You muttered a little curse under your breath. As if matters couldn’t get possibly worse, your tattoo artist was hot. As in, very very very hot. This was going to be a long afternoon. 

“You can take a seat right here,” she said with confidence, slapping the tattoo bed with a resounding echo. 

“Oh, uh, yes okay,” you stammered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before hoisting yourself up in a less than dignified fashion.

 

“Are you nervous, Y/N?” 

Oh no. From the corner of your eye, you could see she was smirking quite noticeably. Her eyes flicked over you just slightly. Shit. Was she checking you out? You didn’t even do your makeup properly today because you had no idea what she even looked like. If you had known earlier that she was this drop dead gorgeous piece perhaps you would have put in a bit more effort. You win some, you lose some, you suppose. 

“J-just a little bit!” you squeaked out. “It’s my first tattoo, so I have no idea what to expect.”

“Well, let me just tell you that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, Y/N,” Sevika chuckled as she slid closer to you on her artist chair with your designs in either hand. “If I ever hurt you, you can always tell me to stop and I’ll go slower, okay?”

“Thank you!” Oh god. She smelled so good too.

“Of course. Sooo.. I got to take a look at your ideas last night and I honestly think they are great.” You watched as the thumb of her mechanical hand peeled back a page to glance at the alternate design. 

“Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely. Although I think for this bottom part right here, we might need to make a small color adjustment since there might be some shading issues. And for the top corner here where it gets a little bit more complicated? I think I might do a little bit more dotwork to really flesh out the details. But uh, other than that, the stencil is essentially done.”

“Wow! Then, yes, perfect, let's just keep going then,” you gulped. Your eyes casually glazed over the extensive tattooing Sevika had all over her arm and neck.

“Excellent. So, I’ll just have you lay back and.. you wanted it on your side, right? Just lift up your top for me so I can have easy access to that part.”

“Oh um, sure!” You did as you were told, carefully unbuttoning your sweater and shrugging it off your shoulders. You then laid back, and lifted up your cami to reveal the right aspect of your body. 

“Lovely,” she replied. “And.. may I?” Her mechanical fingertips lightly grazed over the top of your skirt. 

You nodded vigorously. “Of course!” 

With the most gentle touch you have ever felt, Sevika gingerly tugged your skirt down a little bit more so it rested comfortably on the roundest part of your right hip. She did the same with the pink lacy fabric of the thong you had on underneath. You tried to take a small breath as quietly as possible. 

“Cute panties,” she commented almost a bit too nonchalantly before turning her back to you to slip on some latex gloves and ensure her work tray was all in order. 

As if you weren’t already flustered beyond belief, now you might as well have been an uncontrollable mess. “Th-thanks! It’s from um, the store.”

She laughed ever so slightly. “Yeah, I figured as much. Sooo.. for the design. Were you thinking of having it more..” She trailed her gloved fingertip from your pantyline to the top of your chest. “Or more like here?” She ran her other hand over the curve of your waist all the way down to your hip. 

“Uhm.. maybe kind of like.. both? If that makes sense? Like it can sort of spread from..” You gently took her wrist and guided her finger from your belly button all the way to the divot in your waist. “Like that?”

“Hmm.. yes. That should be perfectly fine.” She smirked a bit when you immediately released her arm from your grasp as if you were overstepping a boundary.

 

Without another word, she quickly sprayed some isopropyl alcohol into a wipe and proceeded to sanitize the area. “This might be a bit cold, I’m sorry babe.”

Babe? Did she just call you babe? Does she call all her clients babe? Or is it a little pet name that she only has reserved for you? 

“I-it’s totally fine!” you yelped. But she was right. It was quite cold. She could tell you were lying through your teeth when your tummy suddenly clenched up. 

“You can’t tense up just yet, doll. I haven’t even gotten the needles out,” she chuckled, lightly slapping your hip. “I need you to loosen up a bit, I don’t want you to be too tight.”

“R-right!” you replied. “Definitely don’t want that.” After a brief pause, you struggled to figure out if there was any sort of double meaning in her words. Or maybe you were just overthinking again. 

She let out another hearty laugh and proceeded to massage in some warm lotions into the side of your body. “Just try to relax, hun.” You did as you were told, closing your eyes and making a futile attempt to count numbers. But she wasn’t making your life any easier with all these pet names. And why did her fingers have to feel so goddamn good simply by rubbing cream into your skin. It felt like it was working some type of dark magic, undulating in soft, round circles and moving rhythmically over your waist. 

You could have melted into her hands right then and there. 

“Okay, and now the stencil. This will feel a little bit wet, alright?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip so you wouldn’t accidentally yelp out. For some odd reason, even though you two just met, you felt very safe with Sevika. Like you could entrust your entire body and soul to her and she wouldn’t hurt any of it even if she was fully capable of doing so. 

She smoothed out the stencil exactly over the part of your stomach and waist that you pointed to. She gently kneaded it into your skin, taking extra caution not to be too rough with you. 

With one smooth motion, she removed the stencil and quickly leaned over you to ensure no detail of her handiwork got disrupted. That no stone was left unturned. 

“Looks… just about.. perfect,” she muttered quietly. You could tell her tone has shifted slightly from the flirtatious one she took on earlier. Suddenly she was laser focused, ensuring that nothing, absolutely nothing would disturb the intricacy of her artwork. 

“Great!” you chirped awkwardly, craning your neck over to see the stencil art. Good god. It looked absolutely breathtaking. Her line work was truly something out of this world. And she really did pay attention to every single request you made in your design. “Wow.”

She looked up, locking your gaze with the utmost intensity. “Yeah.” A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She was quite pleased with herself. 

She turned around to power on her tattoo machine. 

“This part is going to hurt just a little bit, okay?” she spun around in her artist chair to check on you.

 

You nodded your head and exhaled ever so slightly. “Okay.” A giant lump was starting to form in your throat and you could feel yourself getting a bit worked up. 

Sevika immediately held onto your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “If it ever starts hurting, just let me know and I will stop right away.”

“O-okay.”

“We’ll start with the first line. Take a deep breath and count to three for me, alright princess?” Sevika said as she positioned the tattoo gun at an angle to your skin. 

Oh my god. Princess?! She definitely does not call all her clients that. Alright. Big deep breath. One.. two.. three- 

The searing hot needle pierced into your skin like a knife. 

“Ah~!” you let out a small cry and Sevika immediately stopped midline.

 

“Too fast?”

“A little bit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll go a lot slower this time.”

You nodded and took in another breath. You felt Sevika’s gloved hand slide over the curve of your waist as she positioned herself to gain a little bit more control over her line. By god did her cologne smell amazing. When she leaned over your body, a few short pieces of her bangs would fall out and just barely graze over your exposed tummy. It was definitely getting a bit difficult for you to concentrate on your breathing and counting. 

Sevika proceeded to carve out the central line of your tattoo design. She worked slowly and methodically, usually in complete silence. But for some reason when she was around you, she felt the urge to keep pushing the envelope and testing your limits. 

“Good girl,” she would coo gently when she noticed your stomach beginning to relax. 

“That’s my good girl..” she would say again when she finished a piece of detailing while you stayed quiet and still. 

You would moan softly every now and then when you felt the needle dig into your skin and Sevika would respond by going just a touch slower and smirking to herself. Secretly, she loved hearing how adorable and helpless her clients sounded when she sank the tattoo needle deep into their skin. Her sadistic nature was one of the primary reasons she decided to go into tattooing as a prime business. 

To have someone completely in her control, at her disposal. To leave a permanent mark on their bodies that would forever remind them of their experience with her. To watch them writhe in pain, or sometimes even pleasure. It was like a drug she simply could not get enough of. 

And you. Something about the way you squirmed was extra fucking enticing and she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

In fact, she could feel you wriggling ever so slightly even now. “Stay still for me, angel.”

And you would immediately stop. Her voice was soft, but also definitively commanding. She needed to focus. To have you moaning and writhing was too much even for her. Her mind would begin to wander to dangerous places. 

Like how it would feel to start ramming into your cunt right then and there and watching how your sensitive body would react to her thrusts. How irresistible and beckoning your moans would sound as they ricocheted off the walls, encouraging her to pound into you so rough and so hard you just couldn’t take it anymore. How cute you would look clutching onto your sweater for comfort, or holding onto the sides of the tattoo bed for dear life. 

You would be lying if you said you weren’t fantasizing about a million hypothetical scenarios in your head. 

Having Sevika press her bicep over the top of your stomach to hold you still just did something to your psyche that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your eyes danced over the detailing of her own tattoo. It looked to be very intricate and well-thought out… wait a second. Was that supposed to be Zaun?! 

“Um, I-I like your tattoo!” you chirped meekly. “It’s really beautiful.”

“Thanks baby,” she smirked to herself. “I designed it myself, actually.”

“Do.. you call all your clients that?” you asked out of the curiosity that was beginning to kill you slowly. 

Sevika suddenly paused in the middle of her tattooing to glance over at you.

 

“Only my favorite ones,” she said with a wink before returning to her work. 

Oh my god. Why does she keep doing that? It’s starting to become unfair. Like she was getting off the high of torturing you and watching your pathetic reactions. And what did she mean by “favorite ones”? So she flirts with all her clients she finds attractive? What does that even mean?!

Every now and then, Sevika would sneak a glimpse over towards you. She loved the way your chain necklace rested so comfortably over the top of your collarbone. Or how plump and kissable your lips looked in the dim lighting of the parlor. Or how your legs were beginning to spread instinctively the closer her tattoo work moved to the top of your skirt. 

Sevika had to fight every last urge in her body to not reach down into your panties and start pleasuring you the way you deserved right then and there on top of that tattoo bed. But she knew she had a job to finish, regardless of how damn adorable you looked and sounded as she drew on the finishing touches of your tattoo. 

“Okay.. almost done,” she said. “You are doing so good, sweetheart.”

You winced a little bit when you felt the needle dig just a bit deeper than usual at the last pattern. Was she trying to tease you back there? Or was that absolutely necessary to finish off the line? Whatever. You tried not to overthink it, even though you have been doing so this entire time. 

“Alright..” Sevika hummed. “Why don’t you step off the bed and take a look in the mirror over there?” 

You did as you were told, hopping off and hobbling over to the full-length mirror across the room. You tilted your head to the side, gently lifting up your cami again to look over the tattoo. Wow. She really did a stunning job. You were a bit surprised, given the fact that she was flirting with you half the time. But holy.. every single piece of line art and dot work flowed so evenly with each other. The design came out exactly the way you had imagined it. 

Sevika gave out a low whistle of approval from behind you. 

You jumped a little bit out of surprise. Sevika had snuck up on you without you even noticing. And god. Just by looking in the mirror she was already towering over you. 

“It’s… beautiful,” you said softly. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”

“That’s wonderful,” Sevika replied. “Now, can you take your cami off for me, Y/N?”

“M-my cami?”

Sevika chuckled and raised up the medical grade bandage she had in her hand. “For this.” 

“Oh. Right. Yes. Absolutely.”

You gently tugged off your shirt and tossed it onto a nearby countertop to reveal a pink lacy bra. Sevika tried not to comment on it but she did in fact take note of how good you looked in it. And how badly she wanted to take it off you right then and there. 

Sevika stepped forward so she placed her thigh between your legs and carefully laid the clear bandage over the top of your tattoo. She gently rubbed it in with her thumb and index finger, making sure to smooth out any uneven edges or creases. She smiled a bit to herself when she felt how hard and fast your heartbeat was pounding against your stomach, or how much warmer your skin felt compared to before. 

“Perfect,” she said, quickly removing her gloves and handing you back your shirt. “So, for this bandage, think of it as like a second layer of skin that offers extra protection. Leave it on for the next few days. Then I would rinse it off with some warm water. Oh and, definitely moisturize.” Her tone shifted from flirtatious to professional and matter-of-fact in what felt like a split second. How did she keep doing that?!

“Y-yes ma’am!” you sputtered out, returning to the tattoo bed to shrug on your sweater and gather your belongings. 

“And the payment is already taken care of since I saw you submitted your deposit in advance, so I believe you are all set,” Sevika said. 

“Great! Um.. thank you Sevika. I was super nervous going into this but you definitely made me feel a whole lot better afterwards.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied, giving you another flirty grin. “Oh, and uh-” The tattoo artist went behind the front counter to dig around a bit until she fished out a slightly bent business card and handed it over to you. “Call me.”

“C-call you?! As in like- Oh my god. I’m.. not sure if I would feel.. I mean, isn’t this kind of fast?”

“I meant to update me on your tattoo healing,” Sevika chuckled. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, princess.”

“Right, right, no yes that makes total and complete sense,” you responded, folding the business card nervously into your palm. “Um.. well I guess I’ll.. call you.”

“Yeah.” She had already followed you to the doorframe and you were standing in the streets of the undercity at this point. “I’ll see you around, alright Y/N?”

“Okay! Yes. Um. Bye! Thank you!” You quickly scurried off into the busy crowds of Zaun, disappearing into the darkness once more. 

You were quite certain that if you didn’t act, that you would barely see Sevika again, save an occasional run-in at the liquor store or maybe a random night at The Last Drop. So you didn’t want to take any chances.

[ursawastricked]

The Glimmering Pearl

Silco x f!reader Moulin Rouge inspired fan fiction

The Dens Delight, a nightclub, one tucked between the undercut of Zaun and its sister city of Piltover, is the secret delight of the rich and poor of Runeterra. The call of loud swing music, the smell of cheap booze, and the warmth of the dens dancers draw in crowds by the hundreds every night, in attempts to lure them into spending.

You call this place home, it loves you like its daughter, and you take comfort knowing that the people love you just as much. That doesn't change that tonight,,you meet him. The eye of Zayn, the kingpin of the undercut,,and he might just be your ticket out of here.

warnings for fic: Drinking, lewd behavior, night club activity in general

word count: 3,289

total wordcont: 3,289

Silco found little joy in places like this. Despite The Drop's atmosphere of bright lights, loud music, drugs, thugs, and alcohol all surrounding him in most of his day to day life, he at least had the luxury of it being muted beneath his office. It didn't bite him like it did here. The sickeningly intense stretch of “rose” perfume stung his nose, and the booze sprinkled about on the floor and patrons stung the rest of his senses as he fought his way through the sea of under city patrons that flocked to places such as this when they needed to feel worth something.

Perhaps it wasn't his scene, but for Finn it was like home ground, which would be the only reason Silco had crawled here to begin with. With him he dragged some extra hands, but found that they too had quickly been washed away in a sea of drunkards, or pulled away by half clothes workers, each one's skirt a differnt brightly colored pattern to draw the attention of whomever had money to spend.

That is what made this place so aggravating. It wasn't like the brothels, those at least held some class in Silcos opinion. At places like Babbettes, attention was requested, then provided, it wasn't demanded, it did not result from a sudden “mis-step” that landed a women lewdly in your lap, or sneaking hands of a pretty face taking inappropriate hold on someone to weasel them into spending hard earned coin. He didn't worry about randomly spilling cheap beer on his silk vest, nor did he have to worry about them then offering to take it off for him. Simply put, he wasn't having fun. He wasn't enjoying the festivity filled floor below, packed not only with thousands of Pilties, desperate for depravity despite them sharing the house with Aunties who too had ventured here for that reason. He less enjoyed that now as he finally found sanctuary in a box seat above, that he could see Sevika, sitting back in a plush armchair, a lady hiking up her peacock colored skirt in his muscles lap, and as she would put it “Having friendly conversation”.

He grumbled lightly, offering a light from Finn as he sat finally. He accepted the silent offer, tucking a cigar between his lips and allowing the flames to lick at the end of the expense tobacco roll. He closed his eyes, another failed attempt to drown out the numbing sound of the ballroom below, as he inhaled a thick cloud of smog into his lungs. He held it for a moment of ease, letting it burn his throat and maybe even seer away the dreadful taste of whatever that wicked bartender considered ‘top shelf brandy’, before he willed himself to exhale the black smoke and let it ribbon away into the ceiling above. His good eye followed its path lazily, finding it curling around a collection of ropes and scaffolding tucked above the box seats and further toward what appeared to be the old placement of a chandelier. He wondered what monster had decided removing such a piece would make this palace look better, clearly a chandelier would vastly improve the facade of class in a place like this, but who was he to judge interior design. He was sure the random placement of ropes and wood made for a much better design choice, not to mention against an old classically crafted glass ceiling. Indeed, why would a chandelier be a valuable piece to keep. 

 His discomfort was quickly caught by Finn, who smirked at the rare entermainted of an uncomfortable and out of control Silco,“Is it too much for you, old man?" he taunted, flicking closed his lighter before snapping it open again, keeping in time with the current music. “I suppose after so many years, the sound of fun can be too much to bear.” he continued, leaning over the ledge and watching as workers danced about with unknowing citizens, unaware of how much each of those stolen kisses would cost them. “Perhaps you, Finn, confuse mindless noise for entertainment..” Silco snarled back, low, controlled. He tapped the ashes of his cigar into a provided bowl on the small table they were given.Finn only offered him a chuckle in response, shrugging off the large gold coat he had worn as he approched and placed himself into the opposite chair of Silco. “Mindless noise? Do you not hear the laughter? The singing of the entertainers?’ “The drunken howls, the croud whistles at the passing waitress, the belch of vomiting patrons…” Silco added bitterly, taking another deep breath of his chosen grounding tool tonight. Finn only stared back, aggravated quickly by the negativity. But to Silco, truth came in positives and negatives, if one side was to be ignored, then you were missing the picture. In this case, missing the picture of a loud, over decorated, overrated, and overly fancy club, one that looked pretty to hide the shady work it openly offered. The two watched each other's expression for a long moment, as two predators would in a territorial competition, who could remain standing their ground longer. But it was Finn who broke the silence first, rolling his hand over the table as he reached for his empty glass and held it up in signal to the standing by server. “I must admit, I had hoped for at least a little down time with you, Silco. Perhaps a meeting that doesn't require a rehearsed debate over the constant work and stress of running our little empire,” he began, maintaining their locked gaze as the server approached and poured a generous amount of amber liquid into Finn's waiting glass. He gestured for Silco to have his glass filled as well, before dragging it to his lips and letting it pass over his tongue during the pause in speaking.

“My empire..you still find yourself in the habit of forgetting where you come from. Where I came from.” Silco sneered, not given the courtesy of a glance to the server as they filled his glass and retreated back behind the curtain.

“Again with the age debate, ‘remember our lives before’, ‘the mines from which we came’, It is always your age that defends your power Silco..and I had just told you, I had hoped for down time with you.” Finn reminded him, placing down his glass with a soft ‘tink’.

Silco rolled his eyes slowly, taking his own glass and leaning back in the seat he had. He felt much more at ease then he would like to admit when the liquor passed his scared lip and spread over his tongue. He was elated to taste actual brandy, not the gasoline he had been fed not thirty minutes ago when he had first arrived. The flavor was rich, a velvety, warm taste, the whispers of the imported fruits it was made with still ghosted into each drop as he swallowed and let the liquid warm his belly, further drawing him into a more comforting position in this prison he found himself in. Embarrassingly enough, it had tamed him enough to cease the fight against Finn and just relax into his seat.

“Besides, the show tonight is one I think is best enjoyed when you have only her to focus on.” Finn cooed, reclining and gazing off into the crowd below. Silco took another blissful sip, considering the words Finn had said without much worry. Yes, this place was well known for its exotic performances, dancers, singers, usually half clothed like the rest of them. But now, with a drink in his hands, smoke in his lungs, and the sound of music slowing down, he welcomed whatever performance was interesting enough to catch Finn's attention as often as it seemed too. Let the show begin,

“Im sure.” he hummed, in reply, closing his eyes and clutching to the comfort of good brandy and an expensive cigar.

Another thirty minutes passed, Sevika arriving back beside Silco, dragging along the peacock lady and sitting her comfortably on her knee as she resumed her guard over the kingpin. He offered her a nod of acknowledgment, earning a satisfied nod back from her, enough of one that he had noticed the smudge of lipstick across her cheek and further down her neck.

He lifted his glass back to his lips before he saw the light dim, and following it immediately was the hush of the loud music, the hush of patrons and the awful howls of laughing girls. He followed all their gaze, to the lowering figure from the ceiling. Above the world, like a bird descending, a swing lowered just level with the box seats where the eye of zaun had found himself. Perched on the seat was a figure, one he had not quite expected. You. You sat above the crowd, your eyes closed tentatively as you held tight to the ropes connected to your seat. You held your breath, still finding your breath a bit constricted by the tight costume they had pulled you into tonight. It was a torturous thing, tight, stiff with what must have been a thousand false pearls, expertly patterned to trace your figure and accentuate your curves. You cross your legs expertly, earning a whistle from below and giving you a little boost of confidence. You straighten your back, take in a deep breath and start your usual performance.The silence breaks with a silk like voice, one Silco didn't expect as the swing slowly sways, and allows for the limited light to shimmer off the pearls stitched to your costume. His gaze locked first onto the tall black heel you wore, but slowly trailed up long legs, to the start of your costume just above your hip, and dragging slowly to your shoulders. But what broke the facade of his disinterest was when you suddenly dip your head back, catching his gaze in yours and revealing the face behind the vision he had been blessed with, as you reached out a hand toward the booth, and the swing slowly began to swing, descending down into the crowd below. His heart raced at the limited eye contact, and he found himself now like Finn, leaned closer to the edge of the box, chasing you to keep your figure in his sights as the music swelled slowly around the hall, reaching its peak when your heel clicked too the floor and you stood at the center of it all. The center of a once chaotic hell scape, had ceased and created a pool from which this divine thing could fully shine, and he was enraptured. This was entertainment indeed. Especially as your voice rang through the sound and your feet followed a practiced little prance around the crowd grabbing playfully at random from time to time and dragging them into your next little move before abandoning them in favor of another. You held the entire hall in the palm of your hand, those not too awestruck to speak offering your whistles, howls, and the occasional help in the song. You chuckle as you allow for a lucky customer to dip your weight, teasingly snatching his cap and placing it on your head for safe keeping. You leave his head spinning and Silco finds a light smile on his scarred lip as you step away, leaving everyone around you chasing your touch, one he imagined was heavenly based on how the other visitors clamored for a chance at it. He rested his glass against his lips as you retreated back to your swing, standing on it with a tight grip on the flimsy ropes before it lifted you again in the air. “Quite the show isn't it, Silco?” Finn murrmered on, stealing a peak at how Silco had become so focused after spitting so much distaine for this place earlier. Silco chuckled lightly, feeling just as relaxed as Finn insisted he be tonight, humming a quick “mhm”, and inhaling a deep breath of smoke. You smiled teasingly at the patrons that flooded where you once stood moments ago, spreading your stance a little for balance as you began to lean back and let the swing move carefree above them, using enough force so that the trajectory of it had began to circle and allow you a to give those in the boxes a bit of a closer look as you. Janna, this always felt so good, yes the height was a little frightening, but the way the people flocked to you, around you, starved for any glimmer of your attention, you felt like a god among them. But as always, the best part of a performance was engaging the audience, and you had been looking out all night for people to play with. About an hour ago you had been doing one final walk around before being dressed, when your eyes caught something particularly interesting moving through the club. A familiar Burgundy colored coat that swept over the dance floor and up the stairs into Finn's box. He was a regular, one you had a few run-ins with in the past, the occasional dance, invitations to his bed after a paid for “chat”, all of which you had politely declined. It wasn't in your best interest to leave the club with patrons after all, you were higher class then that, The Glimmering Pearl of the undercity. But this not so mystery guest, he was more your interest tonight. A ‘big catch’ as your den mother would put it. So you pulled your swing back, aiming directly for that box, and swinging back and propelling yourself toward the balcony. You hooked your legs over the lip of the ledge, sitting yourself nice and pretty in front of a very startled Eye of Zaun. He stared, dumfounded, the snicker of his accompanying crowd. How delightful, the king of the undercity, positively flustered at your sudden appearance. You could swear there was a hint of pink appearing across his skin, through it could just be the lights. You offer him a sly smile, tilting your head and kicking a foot up to rest the tip of your heel just under his jawline. He stared forward, completely enchanted as the satin of your shoe dragged against his skin, causing him to involuntarily lean forward into it. His eyes met yours finally, half lidded, hazey with a building desire as your heel was now placed on his shoulder. It was an easy transition to slip off the ledge slightly, and push more of your weight into his chair as you rested your one leg other his shoulder and leaned close enough to truly see if it was the lighting that resulted in that exquisite rosey color in his cheeks..it was to your excitement, not a trick of the light.  “Good evening, I do hope I didn’t startle you” You hummed, drawing your hand to your chest dramatically, feigning apologetic.Silcos good eye caught the movement effortlessly, taking a moment to admire how the lace of your gloves looked against your skin tone. Only then did he flick his mismatched gaze to yours, ignoring that his face was warmer then he would have liked. You looked into the infamous gaze, finding yourself a bit frozen when the burning orb of his bad eye focused itself on you, a gaze that had often resulted in the blood-spill of maybe thousands. It made you nervous, but quickly you tried to psyche yourself back up, back to flirting, maybe earn a little favor from the royal head of the undercity. “I can’t say I mind,” he replied, training his gaze on you before putting his half finished cigar to his cracked lip, maintaining eye contact as he took a long inhale. Despite your expertise in this, the game of flirtation, you held your breath. It was caught in your throat like you were preparing for something that wasn't coming, and you weren't able to hide it before he had seen it. The roll in his  mouth escaped its hold, and you failed to keep your eyes seedy, as they had now locked on his mouth. Silco cracked a half smirk, titling his head back to exhale the long cloud of smog from his lungs. It was an offered opening, one you hastily took to breath and return to your usual practice routine. You were able to bring back your coy smile, and bring your hands to his tie. You played with it between your fingers, as you expected it was fine silk. With a little smirk, you went with your usual game, loosening it before pulling it away from his throat. You waved it in front of his face,“I expect that back Madame,” he hummed, catching Finn's far too satisfied smirk in the corner of his eye. You giggle lightly, “Well,” as you drag the fabric over your chest, causing Silco to squirm lightly in his seat beneath you. Far more in your element now that you had an in, you tuck the scarf into your cleavage and push your weight back onto the ledge, “I expect i will be seeing you again then.” You tease, watching the hint of challenge in his good eye as you turn and give Finn a fast wink of acknowlagment, waving a little goodbye before you were back on your swing, being pulled back by gravity far away from the Eye of Zaun. As you vanish and drag the warmth in his lap away, Silco gives a disappointed sigh, watching you fly off with his scarf..He breathed in the last breath of his dying cigar before tapping it out in the ashtray. To his left, he can see Finn's stupid smirk still plastered on his artifical jaw.

“How much did it cost you?” Silco asked, refusing to give him anymore for the question, he didn't plan to disrupt his viewing experience just to address a constant thorn in his side. “Not a single coin.” Finn purred, leaning forward to follow you in time with Silco. Silcos raised his eyebrows lightly, trying to hide it, fruitlessly. It wasn't a feeling he would have admitted too, the burning feeling igniting deep in his chest, in the pit of his stomach, the top of the flames licking at his heart. You land again on the ground floor, enveloped almost immediately by the crowd of waiting fans, allowing light touches, lifts, and dips as you make your way to the stage. You strut, trying to keep up your sultry energy, lips softly pursed, eyes lidded, but you struggle as you fight away the growing heat in your cheeks, you try to convince yourself it's all the action. As you huff in a deep breath, tiptoeing up the stairs and clicking your heels loudly on the stage with a loud hollar into the crowd. Silco feels a hum deep in his chest as the sound echoes into him, and his pupils dilate. You give a few playful steps back, up the further stage steps into the feather like bed at the back with a deep call of your final verse. You lay down your weight, flirtatiously flicking your leg over. “MMMwah!” You call, with a dramatic kiss thrown into the crowd. You pull out your stolen scarf from your cleavage, waving it playfully toward Silco, whom you are pleased to see, just as focused as before. You feel the burn in your cheeks win, just as the curtains flutter closed in front of you, and you feel the heat finally reach you, the heat of that single burning eye that now knows about you. Your way out of here.

Yippie! my first big fic!

I really enjoyed working on this one, and I hope to write a part two if it goes well. 

If you enjoy for would like more please lmk, I'm finding for pretty Silco content 

[honey-tongued-devil]

Did you miss me?

(Not gonna lie, @dad-dumpster did one (1) fanart were Silco was eating, with his nose dripping, and it altered my brain chemistry forever )

[silcodependent]

Sway Chapter 5

Silco x Fem!Reader

2.1k words-NSFW, Explicit, MDNI (18+ ONLY) Warnings: Suggestive touching, Semi-public touching, Oral sex (F receiving), Vaginal fingering, Teasing, Edging, Light BDSM Vibes.

You lied. But it was an obvious lie, surely. There can be no real harm in a lie so obvious.

At least that’s what you told yourself as you tossed and turned in bed for what had to be the hundredth time this evening. 

The night came back to you in flashes now that the whiskey had worn off and while there wasn’t a single moment you didn’t remember, some took to haunting your sleep more than others.

The lights, his silhouette, the look on his face as you straddled him, the movement of the muscles in his neck as he swallowed the whiskey you had so graciously given him from your lips, the undeniable hard heat beneath you that had you squirming in your sheets at the simple recollection of it all.

It was no use. The cool fabric of the pillow pressed against your face as you let an aggravated huff.

Everytime you closed your eyes, you saw his staring back at you. That mismatched gaze that held you transfixed and struck something within you so deep that there was no telling where this would go. Eyes of fire and water, so suitable for a man equal parts cold calculation and hot passion. The last part was a bit of a guess but he sure knew how to bring it out of others.

What was he after? His last words to you rung in mind

“Is that so? Well, then I suppose there is only the small matter of your rule. We wouldn’t want you to break your own rule, now would we?”

That voice. Your legs pressed together at the very thought of it, desperate for any friction you could find. Your fingers retraced where his had been, sliding delicately under your chin.

What did he mean by that? If you had…

Would he have…

“Ugh!” You exclaimed, throwing the pillow across the room.

Of course he would have. That’s the game. One you had perfected. Only it wasn’t supposed to go this far. You weren’t even really sure what this was-- other than utterly ridiculous.

You had danced in front of politicians, princes, and diplomats and had them all eating out of the palm of your hand by the time you were through and had never given them a second thought. What was happening to you?

This is exactly why you have your rules. Don’t get in too deep. Make sure you’re the one holding all the cards. And most importantly, don’t get involved with anyone from the club.

You hadn’t broken that rule but it felt like you had as you feebly fought back thoughts of him in favor of sleep’s respite. 

Your high heel dragging up his leg. The way his body gave an involuntary tremble as you approached the outline of his member through his pants. His long elegant fingers caressing their way up your leg, up your thigh, up…

Your fingers dug into the sheets imagining the possibilities of what those gorgeous hands could do.

And just like that you were back in the club again with his hand trailing it’s way up and down your leg. The rich red velvet of the banquet was a perfect complement to his voice as he whispered low in your ear, “We wouldn’t want you to break your own rule, now would we?”

His warm breath ghosted across your face and you longed for the lips that were only inches away.  

“I wouldn’t dream of it”, you heard yourself say from somewhere distant as through a thick haze. There it was again, that lie. That obvious lie.

“I think you already are.” The amusement in Silco’s tone startled your eyes open again to see that his lips were hovering just above your own, his eyes entirely focused on your mouth as his thumb caressed your jawline sweetly. 

This was the part when you pulled away. But you didn’t pull away. Silco’s lips met yours in a slow tender kiss that caused your heart to race. Those long elegant fingers finding purchase in your hair as your mouths moved together, feeling the heat of his body surrounding you. That heat that transformed tenderness to passion the longer the kiss went on. And oh did it go on. 

Silco had awoken a hunger within you that threatened to consume you with every passing moment. It caused you to writhe under his touch, desperate for more as his fingers raised chill bumps on your legs as they made their way beneath your dressing gown, playfully tracing your panty line.

Pressing your foreheads together, the kiss broke off into small gasps of air and gentle hums as you fought to maintain control over yourself.

The smirk that lined Silco’s lips was somehow even more sultry as he took you in, the perfect picture of desire. He pulled you even closer and whispered into your ear, “I won’t tell anyone, if you won’t.”

He punctuated his offer with a snap of your panty line, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. A sting quickly subdued by his fingers smoothing over your supple skin and you were lost to the sensation and at a complete loss of words.

Silco lifted your chin to look at him, searching your eyes for an answer you couldn’t give. The meer proximity of his fingers to where you needed them most had you pulling your lip through your teeth. 

“I can keep your secret. Unless you’re telling me that you don’t want this,” He raised a curious eyebrow at you as you bit harder into your lip. 

Suddenly you felt his long fingers press past the small fabric barrier of your panties, forcing a sharp inhale into your lungs, “but if that’s true-”,

Silco dipped his fingers into your folds, making you mewl and your back arch from just the slightest contact. “Then why is your cunt dripping wet?”

Your hands were on his chest, fabric balled inside of them as you panted looking into his eyes, desperate for more. You didn’t remember moving or how you could have gotten there but you were too lost to your own desire to care. All you could do was look into those breathtaking eyes and nod. 

The thud of your back on the dressing room door brought you back to reality as Silco placed opened mouth kisses down the column of your neck, finding your pulse point and sucking. You couldn’t help the moan that followed but Silco still found it amusing, if the rumbling vibrations his chuckles sent through your body were any indication. He took his time unbuttoning your dressing gown while he worked his way down your body with little bites and kisses. The sensation of his mouth on your skin was divine. You cursed yourself for even considering denying yourself this kind of pleasure. The heat he sent to your core with each kiss, caress, touch was intoxicating. You simply couldn’t get enough. Something made obvious by your hums and soft moans of appreciation as Silco took his time discovering your body.

Silco’s hand ghosted over your breast as you arched your back into it, desperate for more than his little teases. Desperate for him to touch you like he had out in the club. Your desperation earned you a sharp pinch to your nipple that caused you to cry out until Silco silenced you with his lips on yours.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Impatient little thing,” Silco whispered in velvet tones that did nothing to quell your desire as his fingers tenderly attended to your nipple again, soothing the sting he had left only moments again. Hurting and healing with the same breath. 

The moan that followed should have been embarrassing. Would have been embarrassing if you had any scrap of dignity left within you but that was long gone now, slowly undone over the course of the evening by his hypnotizing gaze, the light trace of his fingers on your skin, the irresistible sound of his voice. 

You couldn’t muster an ounce of shame, even as he chuckled at your response to his touch. “My, My--I didn’t expect you to be so needy,” an involuntary whine escaped your lips as his touch retreated from your breast to your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze. You couldn't remember being this worked up in your life but gods he certainly had you right where he wanted you. You were lost in want and all his.

“Could it be that the beautiful burlesque queen hasn’t been touched like this in a terribly long time?” The heat of Silco’s voice on your neck sent chills down your body as he took your earlobe between his teeth, hands trailing down your curves at an agonizingly slow pace.

You nodded and swallowed thickly, forcing any audible reaction into silence with your lip between your teeth.

“Hmmm, that simply won’t do” Silco purred, catching your eyes again, drinking in your desperation and desire as he continued to toy with you.

The anticipation is torture as he places open mouthed kiss down your chest, stopping just before your nipple.

“I like to think that rules are meant to be broken,” The feeling of his lips around your nipple was electric. Lavishing it with the attention of his tongue, the nip of his teeth, and the perfect way your nub fit in between the chip in his teeth as he sucked on your breast, it was nearly enough to make you come undone right there.

The foggy cloud of pleasure you felt under his touch was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. As he squeezed your other breast, rolling your nipple in his fingers you let out heavy sighs of his name, completely lost in him. 

Every sensation with him was amplified as if you were feeling them for the first time. The silk slide of your dressing gown down your arms and onto the floor. The cool chill of your body fully exposed. The firm grip of Silco’s perfect hands on your waist as he lifted you on to him. The unmistakable hard heat underneath you that you longed for as he carried you across the room and set you down on the counter.

The soft light of the vanity gave Silco a dream-like aura and you reached for him, tracing the lines of his cheek gingerly as though committing them to memory.  There was a tenderness in his eyes that would have been out of place only a moment earlier but somehow made him even more irresistible. He kissed you, slow and gentle and reassuring before hooking his fingers around your panties and pulling them off in one fluid motion. 

Silco’s fingers caressed the inside of your thigh, granting your every wish from earlier in the evening. His lips follow teasingly slowly behind, making you pant and sigh for more. He spread you open to him and you couldn’t help but blush noticing your arousal oozing onto the countertop. His eyes lock with yours as he reaches between your legs collecting some of your arousal from the counter on his fingers and brings them to his lips, lewdly dragging them across his tongue.

“Even sweeter than I imagined. Let me have another taste.”

You were speechless and transfixed as his head settled between your legs, sucking gently at the most tender flesh in your inner thigh. You felt as though you had dissolved into nothing but a miserable puddle of want and desire, thoroughly cock dumb before he had even touched you properly. Overwhelmed by the unbearable pleasure of it all.

The heat of his soft breath on your cunt pulled you out of your reverie just in time to watch his tongue lick a long stripe from back to front of your dripping pussy. A sharp gasp escaped your lungs and it took all your effort to resist closing your legs around his head. Even his laughter felt like bliss against you as it sent delightful vibrations through your body. Silco licks another stripe, then another until you're whining for more. You know he’s toying with you but you are helpless against such plots, especially with where his tongue is situated. 

Then his tongue slowly circles your clit igniting a deeper pleasure within you, one you're begging he won’t cut short for the sake of his own little game. But he doesn’t, instead he begins to suck on your delicate nub with purpose, eyes fixed on you as the pleasure within you approaches white hot. If the trembling of your legs didn’t give you away, then it would have been the arch of your back, or the volume of your moans as you practically begged for more, or the way you bit your lip so hard it nearly drew blood as your face twisted in pleasure; you were close.

With a pop he pulled off of your clit forcing you to cry out from the loss of contact.

“Hush darling, you wouldn’t want everyone out there to hear how needy you are,” Silco spoke in a low rumble, as he quelled your desperation replacing his tongue with those long elegant fingers of his moving through your folds, stroking your clit in a way that had you panting all over again.

“You wouldn’t want them to think that just anyone could have you like this.”

You shook your head and pressed your lips together to stifle your moans but it was impossible with the way he was touching you. Twisting that coil inside of you ever tighter with that nonchalance that made the highs he raised you to seem effortless. Even through your lust fueled haze you longed to see a crack in that perfect facade. 

“Hmmm? What was that?” Silco’s words pulled you out of the sensations you were lost to, though you were hardly able to comprehend them.

“Use your words, darling,” he cooed sweetly in complete contrast to the two fingers he pushed past your entrance with force to punctuate his point. 

The moan that followed was lewd but it fully illuminated the need in his features. You didn’t know how bad you needed that, that look in his mismatched eyes, that desire, that hunger--for you. Your desire for him was obvious and clearly he enjoyed toying with you, but to see your same hunger reflected back at you, such a departure from that cool composure he wore so well drove you even higher. 

It was a miracle you had a voice at all with the way he had been keeping you, but you forced out the words nonetheless.

“N-No! Never. Just you. Only you-u.”

Silco’s fingers curled inside you making you see stars sending your own fingers scrambling for any purchase they could find.

“Mmhmm, exactly,” Silco hummed in approval. “Now, should I let you cum like this, or should I watch the faces you make as you cum on my cock?”

The mere mention of his cock was enough to send a jerk through every muscle in your body. Something Silco immediately picked up adding another finger to create the most wonderful stretch. 

“Do you need another reminder about using your words, darling?” he said with a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers that made your eyes roll back in your head. Even his harshness was bliss somehow. 

“Both!” You exclaimed between pants, his fingers rocking you ever closer to your edge. This earned you a chuckle but he didn’t stop. Simply pulled you close, moving the blade of his nose along your neck as he drank you in.

“Impatient, needy and greedy--tsk, tsk,” He spoke against your skin. “Usually I don’t indulge greedy little whores--”

The soft pressure of his thumb against your clit while he pumped his fingers inside you caused you to dig your nails into his shoulder, nearly sending you over the edge.

“But since you broke your rules for me, I’m willing to make an exception.” Silco’s voice was a hiss in your ear as you clung to him, completely lost in sensation. After a moment, he prompted you again.

“What do you say when someone’s done something nice for you?” he taunted in smooth tones.

“T-Thank you-” you gasped.

The pressure on your clit melted into tight circles winding the coil inside of you tighter than you could have ever imagined. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Now cum for me.” 

The words alone might have been enough to make you cum but as the circles around your clit became more rapid you felt that coil in your core snap with pure ecstasy. Silco’s hands fucked you through your orgasm while he stared in open hunger as the effects of your release washed over your face. The muscles in your cunt gripped his digits so tightly they threatened never to return them, a sensation that Silco relished. His name fell from your lips like a holy chant of gratitude.

“Good girl” He whispered in your ear. You could hear his smile in the succulent notes of his voice. 

Your eyes fluttered shut to a blissful brightness, a gentle relief that felt both lovely and out of place. Your fingers sank into the fabric of Silco’s coat, even softer than you remembered. Gripping the light fabric in your hand you pulled him closer, longing to feel him on your skin. But the heat of his touch was gone. 

You forced your eyes open in confusion only to be greeted by a blinding light that forced you back into the softness beneath you. 

The sun.

Your eyes adjusted to the morning light as you acclimated to your ‘new’ surroundings. Still wrapped in the warmth of your blankets in your bed, visions of your time with Silco in the dressing room seemed far away. But as you shifted in your bed you noticed a cool wetness underneath you. A pool of your own arousal had soaked through your panties, your nightgown, and onto your sheets. You sat up, surrounded by the only evidence of your night time encounter with Silco. The full truth of a desire you would never admit to.

His sultry voice rang through the fogginess of your mind, ‘We wouldn’t want you to break your own rule, now would we?’

You flopped back on the bed in exasperation. 

‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’

What a fucking liar I am. 

Ok!!! Finally *some* action! This is my first time writing smut and I could use all the help I can get! So reach out and let me know your thoughts! *Gulp*

I hope you liked it! Much more to come soon!

[viktorshands]

Vampire AU - Part I

Silco x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Language (seriously, that’s it... for now... o.o)

WC: 1370

Chapter I:  An Unexpected Setback

You were an Arts professor at Piltover Academy, teaching students the pleasures of history, music, and art. You loved your job, for as long as you could remember you were always told that you would make an amazing teacher. Unsurprisingly, you did. Coincidentally, so did your best friend, Sky. The two of you were as thick as thieves as two young women could be. You both enjoyed the nightlife of Piltover City, sometimes a little too much, but could always count on each other for everything. 

You stroll up the front steps at Piltover Academy at a leisurely pace, humming to yourself. Only faculty was permitted in the classrooms at this time, with only a couple of days before the fall semester classes started. You nod politely at the other professors as you walk down the spacious hallway until you finally reach your office. You reach for your key to open the door, but before you can open it, you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

You turn, only to see Administrator Jayce Talis standing there, his hands in his pockets and a solemn look on his normally cheery face. 

“Hi, Y/N,” he stared at the floor as if there were something interesting beneath your feet, “do you have a few minutes? I need to speak to you, privately.”

You felt uneasy, a bad feeling twisting in the pit of your stomach, but still you nodded at him and opened the door, letting him into your office ahead of you.

-

“Fired? How? What?” Sky’s voice was at a higher pitch than the rooftops as you sat on the olive green couch in your shared apartment. “I literally just saw him today as I went in to set up my classroom. No wonder he couldn’t look me in the eye.” Her angry growl could be heard from the kitchen across the room, “Men are such cowards! Ugh! Okay, tell me exactly what he said just once more.”

“He said that the Academy was making cuts, unfortunately that included my program. They are centering their priorities in science; hence, the arts are not an ‘ideal expenditure’ according to the board of directors.” You exhaled, defeated, putting your face in your hands. “Oh Sky, what the hell am I going to do?”

Her soft footfalls approached, she put one hand on your shoulder and reached to hand you a warm mug of mint tea. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” She sat down next to you, “Hey, we can search for jobs together if you want?” 

The two of you scrolled online for what felt like hours, the morning sun dipping late into the afternoon now. It seemed like all of the jobs out there were either for someone more qualified than yourself or for much less pay than you would be able to accept. Feeling put-out, Sky got on her computer to order take-out for the both of you - Thai food could always brighten your day.

You came across an ad on a small website for a private tutor. The pay immediately caught your eye.

𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗧𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱. $𝟳𝟱/𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘆𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹.

Hm, could be interesting, but why are there like, no details? Still, I could do worse. You uploaded your resume, your email address, phone number, and hit “Apply”. 

The evening passes quickly. You turn off the TV, uninterested in finishing the episode of Love Island without Sky, who has long since passed out on the couch beside you. You get up and yawn, stretching like a cat before seeing your phone screen light up. As you grab it, you see that an unknown number is calling. At ten o’clock? Scam alert!

You walk to your bedroom and answer anyway, ready to prank the scammer on the other line, “Hello?” You do your best Kermit the Frog impression.

“Miss L/N? This is a call in response to your job application to be a private tutor?” A strong, female voice spoke on the other end of the call.

Dread and embarrassment washed over you like a downpour. Are you fucking kidding me? You chastised yourself.

“Hello?” The woman spoke again.

“Hi!” Now you sounded too overzealous. Tone it down. “Hello, yes, this is Y/N. I apologize, I needed to clear my throat.”

“No trouble at all. I will connect you with the master.” Her voice was deadpan. You heard her quietly say, “fucking hell.” The line went silent for a moment, and your pulse quickened. The what?

“Ah, Miss L/N.” The male voice on the other end purred, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Um, Y/N is just fine, thank you.” You were almost tripping over your words and started to pace your room. “I - I’m sorry, um, what is your name? I am afraid that I don’t know who you, or your school or company is at all. There was barely any information on the application.” You slapped a hand over your mouth and internally screamed at yourself. For the love of crackers and cheese stop talking now before you say anything else offensive.

“Y/N.” He repeated your name, and you froze in place. That voice. “You may call me Silco.” He sounded like honey and whiskey, sweet on the tongue and a burn in your throat to wash it down. He continued, “Let me ask since you brought up the application: What made you interested in this position?”

The money, obviously. “I thought it would be a unique opportunity for myself in my career, and a perfect fit for myself. I have been teaching at the Piltover Academy of Arts and Sciences, well, now just Sciences actually.” Your voice trailed off. “Sorry, I’ve been teaching for three years since I graduated at the top of my class. I have experience with art, history, and music, all of which I think are vital for a student to learn. How old is the student that is requiring the lessons? I only ask because it will be easier to craft lessons depending on their grade level.”

“She is eighteen.” He paused, “I agree that the arts are an essential part of one’s education. Tell me, Y/N, have you ever been to Zaun?”

“Zaun?” You didn’t mean for your confusion to come across so loudly so you covered your tracks, “I have never been but I know that it is a small town, a population under 500 and well-known for their folklore, as well as the birthplace of General Vander who was said to have raised a legion of wolves to fight in the Great War over six hundred years ago.”

“Ah, I see.” He sounded pleased, or strained, if that was possible to detect, “You’re familiar with our quaint town? That is where we are located. My manor is just outside of the town.”

“Oh,” You furrowed your brow, “I am partially familiar, but I am afraid that it would be quite a far drive for me to come all the way out there every day. You see, I live in Piltover City.”

A pause on the other end. You held your breath in anticipation for his response and started mentally backtracking through your other job options. 

“I see, well, we expected that. We are prepared to have you stay on the grounds. Your meals and everything else will be provided for in addition to your flat-rate compensation.”

You couldn’t hide the excitement from your voice and you said happily, “That would be amazing.”

“You’ll hear from us soon, thank you for your time, Y/N,” He said softly, “It has been a pleasure to speak with you.”

“The pleasure was mine, thank you for your consideration, Silco.” It felt strange to say his name aloud, too informal. Before you could say anything else, the line clicked in your ear, startling you back to reality.

You started your nightly routine, though trying to get your heartrate back to resting was more difficult than taming a beast. Still, you fell asleep with your imagination running wild to piece together a picture of the man that is connected to such a sensual voice.

-

Part II

[jusstya]

▌𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 ˖࣪ ♡ ˓ 005 ꜜ ❁ 𝖺𝗌 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ┆. 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑳𝑶 ◗ ₊˚ 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖐𝖆 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖈 ⋆ ❜

❪ ៸៸ ✬ ❫. ━━ 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗟𝗢 𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗢・raiva desenfreada 𖠵៸៸  !⠀ִֶָ

𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀 a madeira dos degraus abaixo de seus pés; em uma ação breve, no entanto, ainda assim, isso não tornou seus passos menos audíveis para as poucas pessoas ao seu redor, tanto pela sua altura, quanto pela sua força. Isso sem falar da raiva que a mulher sentia no momento, especialmente por ter acabado de sair do escritório de Silco em silêncio, optando por se calar ao invés de soltar sua língua azeda para o seu chefe, sabendo que ele não a perdoaria duas vezes seguidas.

Ironicamente, quem havia feito merda na missão havia sido Jinx, mas era óbvio que tudo tinha que cair em cima dos ombros da lutadora, como se Sevika tivesse total controle sobre a mente completamente quebrada da adolescente de longos cabelos trançados diariamente.

Ainda que com os nervos à flor da pele, mais do que disposta a espancar a primeira pessoa que tivesse o azar de cruzar com o seu caminho naquela ocasião, a mais alta tentou controlar sua raiva desenfreada, e decidiu que iria descontar seus sentimentos na bebida pelas próximas horas, perdendo o olhar do grupo já conhecido espalhado sobre a mesa de sinuca, alguns do grupo parecendo um pouco ansiosos ao vê-la.

Sevika ignorou tudo e todos ao seu redor, se dignando apenas em se mover até o bar, sentando-se em uma das muitas cadeiras vazias ━━ graças ao Última Gota estar atualmente fechado àquela hora do dia ━━ sem qualquer delicadeza na ação, deixando transparente até mesmo em sua expressão corporal o quanto ela não estava com disposição para nenhuma gracinha naquele momento.

Sem qualquer surpresa, o barman da vez, Thieram, não fez perguntas desnecessárias como faria com outros clientes em busca de gorjetas. Apenas tremeu um pouco dos pés à cabeça ao ver o braço direito de Silco aparentar estar com o dia cheio e, se curvando por um momento, não demorou a colocar um copo na frente da mulher assustadora, já tendo conhecimento da bebida alcoólica que a mesma tinha preferência nesses dias.

No entanto, no segundo em que Thieram tirou a tampa da garrafa ainda lacrada de bourbon, o vidro foi tirado de suas mãos com uma facilidade beirando ao patético, mas não por Sevika como ele esperava que acontecesse, e sim por Ran.

Os olhos escuros do homem se cruzaram com os púrpura neon de Ran (por conta da luminosidade do local), contudo, nem mesmo sua cor fosca de marrom seria útil contra a indiferença nos olhos da mais baixa. E, com um breve aceno de queixo para o lado, Thieram nem sequer pensou duas vezes antes de simplesmente concordar baixinho com sua ordem silenciosa, se retirando no próximo segundo para fazer suas devidas coisas longe das duas mulheres perigosas.

Ran nem sequer sorriu ao observar o barman se afastar rapidamente, praticamente fugindo com o rabo entre as pernas como um covarde, apenas desviou o olhar para o balcão, colocando o líquido alcoólico no copo ainda vazio de Sevika sem pronunciar uma única palavra enquanto o fazia.

Quando o recipiente de vidro já se encontrava cheio o suficiente, a de cabelos pretos sentou-se ao lado da mais velha, com o corpo virado para a lutadora, apoiando um dos braços no balcão, com uma preguiça óbvia na simples ação.

Todavia, nem por demonstrar tal expressão corporal relaxada ela se tornava automaticamente menos intimidade. Certamente Sevika não se intimidou com isso, por mais que sentisse o olhar intenso de Ran sob seu corpo, tendo pleno conhecimento de que a mais baixa não havia a servido um copo de bourbon em busca de discutir consigo.

No entanto, o silêncio começou a incomodar Sevika, especialmente ao ver que a de cabelos escuros, mesmo se encontrando de boca fechada, ainda servia a bebida em seu recipiente, sem desviar o olhar de seu corpo. Mas quando a mais alta chegou ao quinto copo, sua voz áspera se fez presente; baixa, rouca, e deixando ainda mais transparente que ela não estava com saco para aturar dramas desnecessários:

━━ Se quer me perguntar algo, é melhor fazer de uma vez.

Surpreendente, o canto dos lábios de Ran moveu-se o suficiente para que um mínimo sorriso aparecesse.

━━ Quer jogar uma partida de cartas antes?

━━ Você sabe muito bem que eu não quero jogar porcaria nenhuma.

Um resmungo baixo e suave saiu da garganta da mais baixa ao ouvi-la, não se afetando com a grosseria gratuita da lutadora mais forte, nem sequer se ofendendo minimamente com tal tratamento.

Era como um tipo estranho de rotina para todos do grupo ━━ a maioria dos mesmos ainda se encontrava perto da mesa de sinuca no meio do bar ━━, principalmente nos dias em que Jinx ia junto de suas missões, sempre fazendo o humor antes indiferente (algumas raras vezes beirando ao relaxado quando a mulher acordava de bom humor) de Sevika se tornar azedo, amargo como limão em vista dos outros dias.

Esperando a segunda em comando beber mais alguns copos de sua bebida alcoólica favorita nesses dias, a mulher com uma franja cobrindo um dos olhos voltou a tentar tirar algo da maior:

━━ Aconteceu alguma coisa na missão? ━━ indagou de maneira suave, quase podendo chegar a indiferença se não fosse a sua curiosidade costumeira, mas também não querendo jogá-la com ansiedade na de cabelos presos.

Sevika, para a surpresa da outra mulher ainda apoiada confortavelmente sobre o balcão, resmungou audivelmente no próximo instante. Não para confirmar sua questão, tão pouco para mandá-la se calar como fazia com outros 'colegas de trabalho'; foi como se, por um único segundo, a lutadora deixasse toda a sua insatisfação do dia sair em sua voz para qualquer um ouvir. Isso foi o suficiente para a morena saber que, sim, havia acontecido algo além da discussão e a briga com Jinx.

O problema agora era descobrir o que, para que Ran soubesse como ajudar a sua superior a melhorar o humor, tendo conhecimento que em breve elas iriam até o bordel de Babette em conjunto no dia seguinte, e ter uma Sevika mal-humorada não era exatamente o seu maior desejo no momento.

Apesar disso, seu tempo pareceu chegar ao fim, assim como seu plano de relaxar a mais alta antes de qualquer outra coisa, já que, no próximo segundo, antes que a de cabelos escuros tivesse a chance de reagir, uma voz masculina fez-se presente no silêncio momentânea das duas:

━━ Pare de resmungar como uma criança rabugenta, Sevika, e fale algo com que podemos trabalhar.

Nem Ran, nem Sevika, fizeram questão de mover-se um único centímetro de seus queixos, sabendo que não havia o mínimo de necessidade de desviar o olhar para a voz, sabendo exatamente a quem a mesma pertencia sem precisar olhá-lo duas vezes.

Ainda assim, isso só serviu para reforçar o desgosto de Ran pela surpresa de ver o terceiro em comando de volta de sua missão tão cedo. E, embora seu aborrecimento não tenha aparecido em suas feições, ficou transparente em suas próximas palavras; a insatisfação em sua voz a denunciando.

━━ O que está fazendo aqui, Lock? Não tinha um carregamento para revisar?

━━ O chefe me chamou mais cedo graças ao teatrinho do demônio azul.

Uma risada abafada saiu das narinas da mulher com um braço mecânico, tal ação sendo o suficiente para chamar a atenção dos dois, estranhando tal coisa.

Ran deixou mais aparente ao levantar minimamente uma das sobrancelhas, embora graças a sua franja tampando a maioria de sua testa, isso não ficou exatamente à vista de possíveis olhos curiosos. E Lock se viu apertando as pálpebras em um ato invisível, se perguntando dentro de sua mente se isso era ruim o suficiente para ele deixá-las a sós, preferindo que Ran fosse o alvo da raiva desenfreada de Sevika.

No entanto, como sempre, a mulher com um dos membros modificados os surpreendeu quando apenas sorriu, claramente cínica sobre o que quer que estivesse em sua mente e, levando o copo de cristal até seus lábios, virou-o, tomando o resto do bourbon em um último gole, batendo o fundo do recipiente agora vazio na madeira, com força o suficiente para chamar a atenção de quem quer que estivesse prestando atenção, mas não o suficiente para quebrá-lo em centenas de pedaços.

━━ Temos um problema maior do que Jinx nesse momento.

Isso confundiu tanto Lock, quanto Ran em diversas formas diferentes, e isso ficou perceptível em suas expressões; nenhum deles esperava outro problema para solucionar nessa altura do campeonato, especialmente depois da burrada que a filha adotiva de Silco havia feito essa manhã, de novo.

Jinx já era um problema grande o suficiente para eles lidarem diariamente ━━ e de quebra ainda estar sempre presente na organização. O que poderia ser pior que uma adolescente propensa a surtos psicóticos?

━━ Que tipo de problema? ━━ Lock indagou, tentando entender com mais detalhes do que exatamente a segunda em comando estava se referindo.

O homem ainda tinha um resquício de esperança que tal empecilho fosse pequeno, o típico trabalho que em menos de três dias eles pudessem resolver, nem que fosse com o máximo de força bruta.

━━ O passarinho mentalmente instável irá perder seu posto de pior funcionário do mês por um tempo? ━━ Ran perguntou um pouco depois do homem mais alto, com um tom sarcástico o suficiente para fazer um pouco da raiva de Sevika diminuir, mas não completamente.

Deixando o copo vazio de lado, a mulher com um braço de metal virou-se de lado, ficando de frente para Ran, desviando por um segundo o olhar da mesma para olhar um Lock mais atrás da gótica de cabelos escuros com franja sob um dos olhos, notando a maneira como os dois estavam um pouco tensos, não parecendo tão confortáveis como esperado.

━━ Teoricamente falando, ela não é problema nosso. Ainda. ━━ A confusão em ambas as feições alheias aumentaram, agora ficando tão aparentes quanto a água filtrada de Piltover. ━━ Aquela mulher é um problema meu. E de Jinx.

A maneira como Sevika pronunciou o nome da adolescente de longos cabelos azuis foi dolorosa, como se falar o nome da mais nova fosse uma forma única de torturá-la, sem a necessidade de tocar em sua pele. Não precisava ser um gênio para notar o desprezo que a mulher mais alta tinha pela mais nova, nem sequer fazendo questão de esconder tal fato, nem mesmo na presença de Silco.

Apesar disso, tal desprezo só serviu para aumentar significativamente a diversão que a de cabelos mais curtos sentiu ao ouvir suas últimas palavras.

Ran fez o possível para segurar o sorriso irônico que quis escorregar por seus lábios pintados com um batom preto o melhor que pôde. Todavia, para sua cota de azar daquele dia, um resquício de diversão ainda se espalhou por seu rosto no próximo instante.

Sevika notou com facilidade a alegria no olhar da mais baixa. Se fosse qualquer outra pessoa assistindo tal ação, não veria nada de mais em sua expressão, mas a mais velha conhecia Ran a tempo suficiente para lê-la como um livro aberto. No entanto, a segunda em comando não se irritou com isso, já esperando ações parecidas vindo da mulher sádica, de qualquer forma.

━━ Você vai ter o desprazer de trabalhar com o demônio azul? ━━ Antes que pudesse controlar sua língua, a pergunta já havia saído por seus lábios, escorrendo como um verme. ━━ Boa sorte, porque você vai precisar pra caralho dessa vez.

Sevika simplesmente revirou os olhos ao ouvir, não afetada pelo humor da outra, optando por ficar em silêncio naquele momento, tentando pensar em formas de se livrar daquele trabalho o mais rápido possível.

Todavia, como já era de se esperar, Lock foi quem veio ao salvamento da lutadora  com um braço de metal, cortando o assunto com pouquíssimas palavras:

━━ Deixe a pobre mulher em paz, Ran. Ela já está tendo um dia ruim o suficiente. ━━ Deu dois tapinhas leves nas costas da mais baixa, fazendo-a entender que aquela não era hora para fazer piadas (embora provavelmente ainda havia muitas outras em sua língua furada). ━━ E Sevika, vamos jogar uma partida de sinuca, e eu não vou aceitar um não como resposta. Você precisa de uma vitória mais do que aqueles idiotas.

▌𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗦 ❞

Pense numa dificuldade de mexer com os capangas do Silco, meu Odin do céu, nesse dia que escrevi o capítulo fiquei umas cinco horas sofrendo, tentando decidir personalidade e afins- não reclamando, mas j�� reclamando, né

Enfim! Mais uma vez sem Morgana aparecendo, porém, como sempre, nem isso torna o capítulo menos importante (o próximo é mais importante, mas isso não vem ao caso, shhhhhh

Antes que alguém diga sobre os pronomes de Ran (ela/eles) e que a personagem é não-binário eu quero deixar claro que essa é a minha maneira de escrever a personagem! Em alguns capítulos eu posso tentar abordar essas informações (até pesquisei como, porém não me ajudou muito), mas sinceramente eu sempre me perco ao tentar, e por isso achei mais fácil deixar assim. Peço desculpas caso isso deixe alguem desconfortável, mas infelizmente irá ficar assim, por conta de EU me sentir mais confortável escrevendo assim.

Ok! Deixamos isso de lado, vou me permitir cadelar a relação que criei entre a Sevika e a Ran. E antes que alguém shippe- essa fanfiction não é lugar pra isso (quem que eu tô tentando enganar? Super mexeria nessas duas, mas isso não vem ao caso agora, shhhhh)

Aqui essas duas são apenas amigas! E eu estou decidindo ainda o que fazer com os outros capangas do Silco (inclusive, se alguém souber o nome do resto, tirando o Dustin, eu tô aceitando ideias! Um sofrimento pra achar nomes bons pra eles, que meu Odin do céu-)

Enfim! Espero que tenham gostado do capítulo! Até o próximo!!

▌𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 ⵓ

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Through the Cracks: a Silco x Original Female Character fanfic

chapter 2: Bright Lights

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chapter 1

warnings: smoking, alcohol, language, sevika banter, mentions of sexual acts and favors

a/n: pumped this chapter out so fast while silco brainrot is still active.

The gate between heaven and hell.

That was what the kids at school used to call the bridge connecting Piltover to the undercity. It wasn’t exactly the most clever title, Anita would admit, but it frightened her all the same when she was a little girl.

She never had a need to venture so close to it before. The only time she remembered seeing it in person was from up in an airship with her mother, and it seemed so insignificant and small back then.

And now here she was, staring up at it instead of down. She clutched her black coat tighter around her absent-mindedly as she took in the sight.

Obviously it was at its heart, still a bridge. But just knowing what it connected, what it separated, it held so much weight.

The well-guarded border was, well, even more well-guarded, especially in the recent months. A precaution, the Council had said in one of their general appearances to the public. They explained how the HexTech projects in development were sensitive and they didn’t want anyone interrupting them or getting hurt.

A fancy way of saying they thought all undercity citizens were thieves.

Yet even with the stricter protocols, strolling ever so casually towards Anita, like a typical walk in the park, was Sevika.

The guards paid her no mind, she even nodded at a few here and there. Anita wasn’t even surprised. Silco was obviously bribing someone in the Enforcer ranks.

Many times she wanted to ask Adam about who he thought would be a dirty cop among his fellow officers, just to know who else in Piltover was thriving on Silco’s payroll. But she stopped herself every time.

Maybe it was best not to know whoever this fellow… kindred spirit was.

Sevika didn’t seem to notice Anita until the taller and more muscular woman was closer, crossing over to the side of Piltover. Her eyes widened as she seemed to realize just who she would be escorting to Silco.

Anita bit back a grin. Surprising the stoic bodyguard was always a win in her book.

Sevika blinked as she shook her head, taking slow steps until she was right in front of Anita. “I didn’t know you princesses had tea parties way out here.” Sevika said smugly.

Anita bit back a grin.

Really? Tea parties?

Maybe she surprised Sevika a little too well. That was a weak burn as compared to so many she’d heard the bodyguard say before.

But she’d humor her. “Yes, yours actually. Thanks again for the invite.” Anita said as she smiled brightly up at Sevika.

The bodyguard’s brows furrowed before she rolled her eyes. “I’m serious. What the fuck are you doing here? I’m supposed to meet your father, not his spawn.”

Spawn? Much better. She recovered quickly at least.

Anita crossed her arms over her chest and proudly declared, “It’s been decided that I’ll be the one going to any meetings held in the undercity.”

Sevika, to her credit, didn’t exactly burst into laughter like Anita thought she would, when she played out this encounter in her head over and over again while making her way to the border.

Hey in one scenario she even thought Sevika would straight out ignore her, push her out of the way and head towards her father’s home to forcefully drag the man all the way to the Lanes.

So hopefully that wasn’t what was going to happen next.

The bodyguard simply shrugged. “Ok, s’long as one of you meets with Silco, that’s my job done for the day.” was all she said, already turning around to cross the bridge.

Huh, to be fair, that was one of the scenarios that played out in her head too. Anita just thought there’d be more banter and a shouting match beforehand.

Anita blinked before she took one step to follow the other woman.

Then she realized something that was obvious from the very start.

She’d really be setting foot into the undercity.

It wasn’t just something in her head, wasn’t just an imagined event her anxiety-ridden brain played over and over since she volunteered to do this in the first place.

The reality of the whole thing was suddenly too much to bear and Anita froze. In front of her were buildings that looked nothing like the pretty penthouses that sat just across them, dirty streets piled with trash and muddy puddles nothing like the clean stones she was still standing on.

A few short steps and worlds apart at the same time.

Yet for all her anxiety, Anita was ecstatic.

For the first time in her life, she’d be stepping into a whole new environment, one that she only heard of in stories or saw in pictures from Adam.

Granted a lot of those pictures were from crime scenes but still, pictures nonetheless.

It was thrilling, the thought that in just a few steps, she’d no longer be in Piltover, no longer be in the haven she’d always known.

Sevika didn’t seem to mind, or care about her little self-reflection as the bodyguard called out over her shoulder, “Now, princess. Or you’re walking there yourself.”

Anita was excited, but she also wasn’t afraid to admit that she still needed to hold someone’s hand for her first trip to the undercity.

So, like ripping off a bandaid, she quickly took steps to follow Sevika, feeling a slight shiver down her spine as she crossed the imaginary line from Piltover to the undercity.

Aside from the smell and the architecture, there wasn’t much else that was different. The air wasn’t that bad either.

Huh, maybe all those horror stories really were just exaggerations.

And with Sevika by her side, not many stood in their way, even making themselves scarce along the narrow streets as the bodyguard stomped her way through.

Anita turned her gaze from building to building, from alleyway to alleyway.

Sevika scoffed beside her. “What the fuck are you doing? Trying to snap your own damn neck?”

Anita glared at the other woman but it was hard to be convincing when her chestnut brown hair got in her face after whipping her head around.

Point to Sevika.

Anita moved the strands of hair away from her face. “I’m just looking around.” she said, and she knew she must have sounded like an annoyed tourist. “It’s actually not that bad here. Where is the office anyway?”

Sevika chuckled darkly as she led them inside a building, one that looked abandoned too.

“You think this is the whole of undercity? What did they teach you in that fancy private school, Miss Priss?” Sevika asked incredulously, and Anita’s cheeks burned.

She didn’t have a comeback for that, they didn’t exactly have a class on the architecture and geography of the undercity.

The bodyguard walked into a small alcove, too small to be an actual room, and Anita followed her in. Even in the darkness, Anita could see Sevika’s grin and the glint from her metal arm as she held onto something on the wall. “Hands and feet inside the car at all times.” Sevika mocked.

And before Anita could say anything, Sevika pulled a lever and suddenly they were moving.

Anita could feel Sevika’s smug expression as the elevator brought them down and they were suddenly bathed in a green light.

“Welcome to the Lanes, princess.”

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Bright.

That was the only word Anita could think of as she continued to stare like a wide-eyed child at her surroundings while she trailed behind Sevika, following her deeper into the Lanes. They may be away from the sun but the streets were filled with various vibrantly colored lights, each one unique and eye-catching.

It was still amazing to see how different the undercity was compared to its counterpart above, considering how close they were to each other. It really was like she stepped into a whole other realm once she and Sevika descended down into the Lanes.

The streets were buzzing, people shouting loudly or roaring with laughter. It was never that rowdy in the city above.

Even in the shopping district in Piltover, citizens there were so polite. If there happened to be the occasional drunkard or other such commotion, enforcers made sure they didn’t ‘stain the community with their filth’.

But here, people were just… being.

There was a grill in one of the market stalls along the way and Anita could practically smell all the greasy goodness of-

She blinked.

“I can breathe.” she said in some sort of epiphany moment.

Sevika snorted beside her, confirming just how ridiculous she sounded. “Yes, that’s how one typically knows they’re still alive.”

Ok, she had that one coming.

“Adam told me Enforcers are mandated to wear masks whenever they go here.” Anita added, ignoring Sevika’s mocking as she was still amazed by this little discovery of hers.

She actually did bring a mask with her, just in case. But she was too busy gawking at the sight before her that she completely forgot to put it on.

And there was absolutely no need for it anyway. Sure, the air felt a little thick every now and then, but it wasn’t as horrible as her fiancé’s stories made it out to be.

Sevika cackled as she high-fived someone along the way. “Those soft assholes think getting a cut on the forehead is the end of the world. They walk around here like they’re tough shit but still need all that armor plus a posse to back them up.”

Adam aside, Sevika did have a point.

The air was thick, the streets were dangerous if she didn’t have the muscular woman with her, and she still wouldn’t have allowed her father to go, but all of this was surely something a trained enforcer could handle.

Her fiancé wasn’t that great of a point of reference for enforcers in undercity either, he was almost always assigned to guard the Council offices or the Academy, and the handful of times he did cross the bridge, she was pretty sure he never made it down to the Lanes.

Anita would’ve been a captive audience if Adam told her the tale of the magic elevator that transported you to an entirely different world.

She actually felt kind of smug at that. He was the one fighting and stopping crime everyday, yet here she was now, the first of the two of them to make it to the Lanes, typically stereotyped as the most dangerous place in both Piltover and the undercity.

“We’re here.” Sevika said, shaking Anita out of her thoughts.

She looked up and expected to see a grand sign for a tall office building, maybe Silco Industries, maybe SilCorp.

Oh please let it be SilCorp.

But she was actually more intrigued when the huge neon sign that said The Last Drop glared at her instead, and she could hear the thudding of club music inside.

She didn’t know why she expected Silco to have a tall and grand building so he could tower above the rest of the Lanes.

It fit him, fit the Lanes more. The complete opposite of Piltover, even in how their biggest players lived.

As soon as Sevika opened the door to the club, sure enough the music blared even louder and the inside was packed with people. Dancing, drinking, smoking, playing cards, a few people making out here and there.

Nothing like the parties in Piltover where they played classical music on violins and cellos and had to say “How do you do?” every time someone new walked your way.

Anita was in awe.

Like it was conjured out of thin air, Sevika’s nonmetal hand now had a huge bottle of alcohol in it and the bodyguard immediately took her first swig.

It was a full house and Anita was extra careful in making sure she didn’t trip over anyone as she continued to follow Sevika.

“Sevika! You’re back!” Someone yelled, wrapping an arm around the bodyguard. It was a small man with green hair and a jacket that looked like it was begging to be washed.

The man then turned his gaze towards Anita, eyeing her up and down with a leer. “You got yourself a pretty Piltie tonight, eh? Mind sharin’?” he teased as he moved Sevika to face Anita.

Anita had half a mind to grab the nearest drink and throw it towards the son of a bitch when Sevika cackled over the loud music and clapped the green-haired man on the back.

“Like anyone would want that little thing between your legs inside of ‘em.” she teased, and the man’s lips twitched downwards. Good. “Nah, I’m still on duty. Plus the boss already called dibs on this one.”

They were really going to talk about her like that while she was standing right there? Fucking shouting it even with how loud the music was.

Anita’s cheeks flared red and she wanted to yell out how she heard their entire conversation, but the green-haired man was already laughing, apparently already recovered from Sevika rightfully insulting him, as he gave a tiny salute before he walked back into the ocean of dancers.

So she redirected her rage towards Sevika. She glared at the bodyguard, the latter still grinning wide. “What the fuck!?” was all Anita said.

And she was even more pissed off when Sevika simply laughed again, raising her glass before taking another swig.

Anita waited, eyes wide with fury, as the other woman finished drinking. Sevika waved her off. “Damn, I didn’t even know you knew how to use that word. Good for you, princess!”

Sevika raised her glass again but Anita continued on, “I am not in the mood.”

“Don’t be so uptight.” Sevika said. “Relax, no one’s gonna bother ya here, trust me on that.”

Still pissed, Anita needed some way to release her pent up energy, hopefully before she had to face Silco. And she knew arguing with Sevika almost never worked out for her.

So, nodding rapidly as if she were psyching herself up, Anita took a deep breath as she took her coat off to reveal her black off shoulder dress, prompting a few hollers and wolf whistles from the patrons nearby.

She grabbed a shot that Sevika somehow magically offered to her. Seriously, the bar seemed a world away from them amongst the sea of people, how the hell was Sevika getting all these drinks?

Anita heard Sevika woop as she downed the shot of what was hopefully just the regular burning sensation of alcohol and not burning caused by anything else.

She gulped the drink down. “That… that was strong.” Anita commented, laughing and coughing. It wasn’t that bad either.

Sevika flashed her a toothy grin. “As fun as it would be to see you get wasted, Silco’s gonna make me babysit Jinx again if I get you to the meeting drunk.”

Anita was about to ask if babysitting was code for some kind of mafia-like punishment when Sevika pulled her towards her and they made their way walking up a flight of stairs. They were out in a long corridor and at the end, a blond-haired man waited by another door.

Sevika tossed her empty glass at the man, who took it without question. Not sure if that meant she should do the same before entering whatever was on the other side of the door, Anita tossed her little shot glass and coat towards the blonde as well.

The man seemed confused but accepted it all the same with a shrug.

The door clicked open and though Sevika’s hulking figure blocked most of her view still, Anita could see a glass window with a wide desk right in front of it.

She took a slow calming breath as Sevika moved to the side, and Anita was greeted by the sight of Silco sitting on his chair, his gaze cast downwards at a pile of papers he seemed to be sifting through.

“Mr. Gil, I trust that the little walk wasn’t too ba-” Silco raised his head up and Anita could have laughed at how his blue eye seemed to widen ever so slowly as the kingpin realized it was not in fact Harold, but Harold’s daughter who arrived.

Even Sevika failed to hide a smirk from where Anita could see her.

In a flash, the moment of shock on his face dissipated and a mischievous smirk appeared in its place, his blue eye sparkling.

“Ms. Anita,” the way he said her name in his rich and husky voice made her shiver and she immediately blamed it on that one shot she had earlier. It was strong, ok?

“What brings you here? Business or pleasure?” he purred.

Anita, who stood frozen by the door the whole time, finally got her legs to cooperate as she walked over to Silco. “I’ll be the one to meet with you about the airships.” Anita placed her palms on his desk and leaned down. “You didn’t honestly think I’d let my father come all the way down here until he choked on the air?” she hissed out, glaring at him.

Silco seemed unbothered by her question as his fingers fidgeted and he shrugged ever so casually. “Didn’t he used to be a soldier? I would have thought he was stronger than most.” he said lightly, obviously goading her into agreeing with him.

“He is.” Anita said immediately. “But even he has limits.”

Silco hummed. “Well, no matter. I think I much prefer this arrangement.” he said, flashing a shark-like grin at her.

She blushed furiously. Was he really going to tease her every other sentence? Here she was feeling bad that she had a drink before an important meeting, meanwhile he was having the time of his life trying to get a rise out of her.

She gave him an innocent smile before taking a seat across from him. The criminal kingpin leaned all the way back in his leather chair as he continued to stare at her with a smug and content look on his face.

“So,” Anita started, fixing her brown hair as she crossed her legs, sitting perfectly straight. “Why did you want to start meeting personally?”

Silco glanced at something behind her and nodded. Anita assumed he dismissed Sevika as she heard footsteps soon after and a door slamming shut.

The room was silent save for the thumping of the club music below them.

Silco’s playful grin was replaced by a serious expression on his face, one that intimidated and commanded. Anita had no doubt that the man could easily draw everyone’s attention towards him with just a single look.

Framed against the green light behind him, his elbows on the table and his hands clasped together, he looked more regal, imposing, and menacing, than any Piltover bigshot she knew of.

Anita found it hard to look away from him as he stared at her, like he was examining her, could see right through her, knew what she was thinking, knew how nervous she was.

Silco slid a wooden box on his desk closer to him and Anita’s brown eyes followed his movements. The kingpin picked up a cigar from the container, cutting its cap before using his lighter, the sounds of the metal clicking and the cigar burning somehow soothing to her ears.

Then she realized Silco had yet to answer her question.

And from the little glint in his mismatched eyes, the man knew it too.

He took a long drag from his cigar before finally saying, “Our usual shipping agreement will no longer suffice.” he glanced down at a piece of paper on the desk before turning towards her again. “I’m assembling a group of individuals to run the districts in my name, which means I’m in need of more funds, and quickly.”

Anita’s brows furrowed as she absorbed everything he said, making sense of how she’d be involved in him gathering a little club. “You need more than just once a week of Shimmer shipping outside of Piltover now?”

He exhaled slowly, smoke puffing out. “Oh much more, my dear..” He leaned closer and Anita could smell the tobacco and whiskey on him. “Tell me, have you heard of the HexGates yet?”

Of course she has.

That was all anyone was talking about in Piltover. Golden Boy Jayce Talis’ revolutionary new project that would boost the city’s economy even further.

Suddenly she understood what Silco meant by needing funds ‘quickly’. Using the HexGates would undoubtedly speed things up for him.

There was just one problem.

“Only the Council has authorization to use the HexGates right now.” she said, remembering Jayce’s speech about how the gates were still being tested, that the council bravely volunteered to do it.

And now they continue to profit from all the goods they’ve traded with other ports.

Noble sacrifice indeed.

Silco grinned smugly. “A little thing like that isn’t going to stop me. And that’s where I need your help.”

The kingpin leaned back in his chair. “Find a way to get your airships through the HexGates. I’ll handle bribing the guards when they make their inspections.”

That was easy for him to say, he just had to hand money over while she had to not only secure clearance for the airships, but also assure that they could go through the gates regularly.

She shifted in her chair. “It’s a brilliant plan, but a high ask.”

“With high rewards.” He said confidently, cigar still in hand. “I’m sure you can think of some way to do it.”

He said that, yet Anita’s mind was plagued with doubts.

If Silco was asking for her help, that meant even whoever he was bribing in the enforcers wouldn’t be enough to give them the proper clearance. And the council themselves? They were all rich enough to buy their own airships and import their own goods.

They had no need of a partner for that. Even that frivolous Councilor Salo-

Anita jumped in her seat and Silco watched her in both confusion and amusement. “Something you wish to share with the rest of the class?” he teased as he stubbed out his cigar.

Anita was in too good of a mood and didn’t mind playing along. She flashed him a toothy grin. “I do, actually. Councilor Salo, he’s our way in.”

Silco rested one arm on his chair’s armrest, waiting for Anita to elaborate.

She continued to smile as her confidence picked up. How could she have forgotten about him? “He uses the HexGates almost daily to export his goods. He has his own ships but I’m sure we can persuade him to use ours instead.”

Silco raised an eyebrow and smirked. “How so?” he asked, his tone encouraging and curious.

Anita leaned closer towards him, palms on the desk, eyes sparkling mischievously as she was excited to explain it to him.

She didn’t miss how Silco’s mismatched eyes wandered over her body as she cut the distance between them. She was sure she was also giving him a more generous eyeful of her cleavage.

She tried to fight back the blush that was probably prominent on her face as Silco’s gaze turned just a bit lustful. Again, that was a strong shot of liquor earlier.

She put that thought in the back of her head, telling herself to stay focused.

Salo. Right.

“Councilor Salo is a bit promiscuous.” she started. “I heard he takes multiple partners into his bed, male, female, doesn’t matter. Harmless at first sure, but there are rumors that some of these cases are sexual favors.”

She smirked, thinking back to the time she and her father visited Salo’s office recently. “Most of his staff are… a little inexperienced when it comes to working with the Council.”

She remembered how chaotic they were in just trying to find a single document she needed. Amazing how one desk could catch on fire like that.

She broke out of her thoughts when Silco scoffed, suddenly looking unamused and a bit annoyed too.

“So what? You’re going to fuck him every time we need to use the damn gates?” he spat out, glaring at her.

Anita ignored the jolt that went through her when she thought about how disgusted he sounded, a bit of rage underneath his cool and calm expression.

Thankfully the jolt was also overshadowed by how extremely pissed she was that he immediately assumed she would do something like that.

She was flying high, eager to explain her plan to him and it was like he cut her wings off mid-flight.

She narrowed her brown eyes at him.

There was so much she wanted to scream at him, that how dare he say that, that she was a woman about to be married, that not all deals had to be done through fucking your way there.

But she simply went with, “I’d sooner cut his dick off than let him anywhere near me.” She hissed out and considered it a victory when Silco’s eyes widened ever so slightly.

She stood up straight, away from the desk and crossed her arms. If Silco wasn’t going to interrupt again, might as well continue explaining. “Adam told me there’s evidence from one of the people Salo slept with. But all Salo needed to do was buy them a new penthouse and pay off the enforcers handling the case. The evidence has been in storage ever since.”

“You want to blackmail him.” Silco simply said.

If he hadn’t made that little comment earlier, Anita might’ve been more inclined to flash him a smile. So instead she nodded and said, “I can try asking Adam if he can access those files, but I’m not sure he-”

“No need.” Silco interrupted before standing up from his chair. He smirked smugly. “You’re not the only one with friends on the force. Give me a few days and the files will be dropped off at your father’s house.”

He moved around the desk to stand beside Anita, lips still curled up into a smirk. “Impressive plan.” he said, and Anita felt her ego inflate a little, she had to admit.

How many could say they impressed a kingpin/drug lord/club owner? She was allowed to have that moment, thank you very much.

“It’ll work.” Anita said, feeling the need to assure him. “Salo’s on thin ice as it is just trying to prove himself to the other councilors.” She doubted the frivolous man even contributed anything worthwhile anymore, mostly there for show, for his title and privilege.

“This Adam you mentioned, I assume this is the same man as your fiancé?” Silco asked, tone curious mixed with a slight edge Anita wasn’t sure what to call.

But her mood brightened up at Silco’s question. She did love gushing about her future husband. “Yes. Even when he doesn’t mean to, he’s helping me out.” Her smile widened. “He’s my knight in shining armor.”

Silco huffed out a laugh as he stepped closer to her, close enough that she almost felt his chuckle vibrate against her. “I find it hard to imagine a spitfire like you with someone so…” he flexed his wrist and titled his head. “Traditional.”

Anita scoffed, raising an eyebrow up at him. “Spitfire? You’ve known me for what, two hours tops?”

Silco smirked down at her and from how close they were, Anita could see how bright his mismatched eyes really were, no longer shrouded in an eerie light. “Experience has taught me to get a better read on people. And it didn’t take me long to figure out you’re actually quite ferocious, kitten.”

Anita stood dumbfounded, not quite sure how to respond to all of that. Her brain was trying to figure out the best thing to say first. Defend Adam? Accuse him of judging her too quickly?

Granted ferocious wasn’t exactly an insult to her but what did it mean if a ruthless drug lord called you that?

A part of her, a really silly and crazy part of her, thought she had nothing to bite back at him with because she didn’t mind that he called her ferocious, liked it even.

Obviously it wasn’t just the shot, but maybe the fumes from the undercity were getting to her as well.

It was about time to leave.

“I’ll be back after my talk with Councilor Salo then.” she said as she turned away from Silco’s intense gaze, but from the corner of her eye she could see the shark-like grin on his face.

“And I eagerly await your next visit.” he said huskily.

Like a proper gentleman, Silco walked over to open the door for her. Anita wasted no time as she followed after him, spotting the blonde out in the corridor who still had her coat with him.

“One of my men will escort you home.” Silco said, and she turned to face him. “You’ll be safe.”

Anita nodded at him and gave him a soft smile. That sounded surprisingly sweet of him after their whole back and forth earlier. “Thank you. I’ll see you again with good news, don’t worry.”

Silco’s lips curled into a smirk and she was beginning to think that was a trademark look on him. “I have no doubt. Can’t wait to hear how you pull it off.”

She couldn’t help but grin. She was actually excited too.

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As her father told her every five minutes before she left for the undercity, Anita went straight to his house after her meeting.

It was already late by the time she got back, and she wondered if he had fallen asleep already and simply left the lights on for her for when she’d return.

But as she entered the house, she saw her father in the living room, sitting on his couch.

And he wasn’t alone.

Sitting beside Harold, still in his blue uniform, was Adam. His green eyes brightened considerably as soon as he spotted her, while Harold looked all too relieved that she was back.

“Hey, honey.” Adam said with a wide grin as he walked over to her and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Anita breathed in the scent of him, and it felt like a familiar warmth enveloping her. “I didn’t know you had the night off.” she said, rubbing his cheek.

Adam grabbed her hand to kiss the inside of her wrist. “Sheriff gave my shift to one of the rookies, you know how he is sometimes. So I stopped by to check on Harold.” Adam said.

Before she could thank Adam for being so sweet in looking out for her father, Harold went to stand beside her, an obviously worried look on his face.

“Annie, how…” he paused, as if considering his words carefully, glancing at Adam.

No one outside her, her father, and just a handful of their employees knew of their business with the undercity, with Silco.

“How was the meeting?” he finally asked.

Anita smiled. “It went well. Client will be dropping off files for us in a few days then I’ll be meeting with Councilor Salo.”

Her father, understandably, seemed very confused, but she couldn’t say much while Adam was around.

Adam whistled. “A meeting with a councilor? Must be a big project.” he teased.

Anita simply grinned. “You have no idea.”

She knew at some point she’d probably have to tell the man she was marrying about the sketchier aspects of their airship business, but she still held hope that maybe soon, they wouldn’t need to rely on Silco’s money to keep them afloat.

But today was not that day.

Anita let out a deep breath. “Well, I haven’t eaten in a while so…” she pointed to the kitchen. “Do you mind, dad?”

Harold, who still seemed to be thinking about the meeting with Salo, blinked rapidly as he gestured to the fridge. “No, no, help yourself, sweetheart. I have a few leftovers.”

She thanked him before turning around to walk to the kitchen.

But she stopped when Adam said, “Uhm, honey, you have something on your coat.”

Anita’s first reaction was to quickly shake her coat off and drop it onto the wooden floorboard without looking back, her mind instantly thinking there was a spider or some other creature on it.

“You’re fine, honey, you’re fine. It’s just a drawing.” Adam said reassuringly.

That got Anita to pause.

A what?

Wait.

Oh she swore if Sevika stuck a crude drawing or maybe wrote something like Prissy Bitch on the back of her coat…

She turned to look down at the piece of clothing and it wasn’t irritation she felt, but curiosity.

In vibrant blue and pink colors, someone drew a little grinning monkey onto her coat.

Huh…

[abitohoney]

Hustle - CH1: Proposition

AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Ran & Reader, Established Relationship, assassin reader, Fluff, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, horny idiots in love, Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, sub Reader, Humor, Banter, Choking, Spanking, Teasing, Light Sadism, Begging, Strap-Ons, Lesbian Sex, Aftercare, Gambling, Smoking, lack of understanding card games, totally winging this shit, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, Hair-pulling, reader is not the most graceful creature, but Sevika adores reader all the more for it, Jealousy, Marking, Orgasm Delay, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Hurt/Comfort, a Yordle OC that we will likely never see again but I had entirely too much fun writing, 69 (Sex Position)

Word Count: 7.9k

Summary: Looking to make your nights with Sevika a bit more… exciting, you suggest making use of your shared talent for playing cards. Together, the two of you take the Undercity, and even Topside, by storm. And what’s more exciting than the thrill of winning, or watching your opponents whine and gripe in defeat, or earning far more coin than the two of you could possibly spend? The release of pent-up sexual desire that seems to come with each and every win, that’s what.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

Sevika sat at the small table in your shared room, removing the last screw that held the protective plate over her metal shoulder. A thick cigar- one of the fancy ones you’d gifted her a while back- hung from the corner of her mouth. She was apparently too focused on her arm to realize it had gone out some time ago.

You, however, noticed when you approached her, two drinks in hand and clad in only your underwear and one of her old shirts. After placing one glass near her, and the other at the opposite end by your chair, you grabbed her lighter from the table.

“Light?” you offered, opening the lighter with a swift flick of your wrist.

Sevika glanced down her nose at her barely smoldering cigar before bringing the end into the dancing flame. After taking one long drag, her gray eyes met yours. Tendrils of smoke seeped from the corners of her mouth when her lips curled into a crooked grin.

That smirk of hers was the closest thing you’d get to a thank you, but it was good enough for you. You gave her your own lopsided grin in return before bending down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

Moving to the chair opposite her, you took a seat and started working on sharpening your pile of daggers strewn about the table.

That had become somewhat of a weekly ritual for the two of you. An unspoken one, where once a week the two of you would sit at your small, quaint table littered with parts, tools, and cleaning supplies for Sevika’s arm, as well as sharpening tools and cleaning cloths for your daggers. You’d both have a good drink. She’d have one of her usual cigarillos, or occasionally, like tonight, she’d treat herself to a fancy imported cigar. A sign that she’d had a particularly bad day.

“Rough day?” you asked and carefully wiped one of your daggers clean before setting it aside to grab the next.

“Yeah,” she replied gruffly, focus returned to her arm while she loosened something at the elbow.

Your gaze fell to her bicep from where it peeked out from beneath her leather sleeve, watching almost in a trance as it flexed with her movements.

Good god, she’s so fucking buff.

“Jinx?” you asked, knowing that more often than not the blue-haired girl was the cause of Sevika’s bad days. The bane of her existence really. You’d met the girl a few times over your years under Silco’s employ, and although she was quite the little spitfire, unpredictable even, she seemed like a genuinely sweet kid. Everyone in the Undercity had their demons, so why Jinx’s seemed to bother Sevika so much more, you weren’t exactly sure, but you weren’t about to ask. Best not to poke the bear.

“Yeah.”

Realizing she was clearly not interested in divulging any details, you returned to your daggers in silence, occasionally sipping your drink or stealing a glance at Sevika working on her arm.

Once every dagger was finely sharpened and shined, you turned your full attention to Sevika. Her arm at some point had ended up in far more pieces on the table than usual. Must have been a deep clean day, or something got really fucked up. A quick glance at Sevika’s face confirmed the latter.

Her dark brows sat in a deep v-shaped line and her lips pulled into a tight frown. She was clearly not happy. Even less so than usual.

Dragging your chair over to her side, you ignored the sharp look she gave you at the obnoxious sound of it scraping along the floor, echoing through the otherwise quiet room. “What’s wrong?” you asked and leaned closer to look over all the parts.

“Something jammed,” she grumbled and removed her cigar to throw back the last of her drink.

Picking up her metal hand, which although disconnected from her wrist, was still entirely assembled, you turned it over several times to inspect the construction. Even after all the time you’ve been close to Sevika, you still found yourself fascinated with all the intricacies of her mechanical arm. So many moving parts, powered primarily by something that was also used as a drug. Intricate joints that functioned much like the real thing, but better. More precision, more strength, more flexibility. But the moment something malfunctioned, like now, it became almost useless. So of course you understood her frustration. Not only being left without a usable arm, but also being left with the hassle of trying to fix the damn thing.

As you took what would be the index finger between your own fingers and moved the joints, you could feel more resistance than usual. Turning it so the palm faced up, you stretched and bent the joints opposite their intended direction. There was definitely a build-up of… something. Gunk of some kind. No wonder shit was jammed. Probably full of dried blood, or human flesh. Who knows how many necks she broke or guts she impaled since her arm got a good cleaning.

“What are you smiling about?”

Not even realizing you were smiling, your eyes shot up to Sevika’s scowling face in confusion. “What? Oh. Just thinking about how many idiots you must have slaughtered since you last gave this a proper cleaning. There’s all sorts of shit stuck in the joints. Of course you’re having issues.”

“Well maybe if you did your job and took them out with your little knives, I wouldn’t have to use my hand so much,” she sneered, mouth twitching at the corner. She was clearly proud of her snarky comeback.

Ass.

Smile still in place, but now directed at Sevika, you shot back your own snarky retort, “Well maybe if you didn’t fucking announce our presence with your big ass feet stomping around, I could have used my daggers.”

Oh, that got her truly smirking. A challenge. A verbal challenge. Something the two of you have always taken part in, but ever since becoming an... item, it had become downright exhilarating. You both enjoyed the challenge the other provided. Equal wit, snark, and speed. Not to mention it almost always ended with the two of you engaging in other fun activities.

“I don’t need that hand to choke you.”

“I don’t need to ask if you’re bluffing. All talk.” You smiled at her confidently. At least at first.

Sevika’s chair scraped across the floor when she stood suddenly. Your eyes widened and you jumped in your chair, not really expecting her to do anything. Not when her arm was half disassembled, tubes and wires dangling loose and exposed. You quickly schooled your expression, back to that cocky smile to match hers. She wouldn’t really follow through. Tilting your head back, you stared up at her towering form as she stood close enough for her feet to disappear beneath your chair.

“I don’t need to tell you how very wrong you are,” she sneered, her smile curling into a wicked grin. Without breaking her eye contact with you, she removed her cigar from between her teeth and set it in the ashtray you’d made her months ago. Her prized possession. And when she bent down, you could feel your smile start to falter, confidence waning. “I’ll show you,” she said so quietly you almost missed it.

Fuck. She is going to-

And then her hand was on your throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to have you feeling the strain in your airway. But when the air in your lungs escaped through your parted lips, it was not in the form of a complaint, a cry, or a whine. No, it was a deep, quiet moan. Her name.

“Sevika…”

It’s yet another unspoken… dynamic the two of you had developed from the very beginning of your relationship. Despite you offering her a good verbal fight, and sometimes even physical, it always ended with you submitting to her. Completely willing. Because it would always benefit you both. She gets that ego of hers stroked real nice. A good power trip. You swear it almost makes her high. And you get that euphoric feeling of losing control to someone you trust deeply. Someone you know can give you what you want. What you need. She doesn’t even need to ask. She knows. She’ll only ask to make you say it. To watch you squirm while you try to find the words- your voice- to beg her to give you all your filthy desires.

“What do you want?” she husked, and you could smell the intoxicating mix of cigar spices and high-end whiskey on her breath when she leaned in closer.

“You,” you breathed, your desperate eyes pleading with her wild ones. Your hands- one still holding her metal hand, the other resting on your thigh- clenched, fighting urges. But not because you wanted to remove her hand, or fight back. You wanted to put your hands on her. Touch her. Pull her closer. But you knew you couldn't. Not yet.

“What do you want from me,” she sneered, thick fingers squeezing just a little tighter around your neck.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, but when you saw her arch a brow, you knew what else she wanted to hear. “Please, Sevika.”

Her smirk softened, and as she brought her face even closer, your eyes fluttered shut. The moment those full lips of hers pressed against your own, you felt yourself melting into your chair. The way she kissed you, so teasingly soft while she squeezed your throat in her hand- a hand that could easily snap your neck- left your head spinning. She was powerful enough to destroy you without using so much as even half of that power, yet she always gave you pleasure instead.

Moaning against her lips, you finally dropped her metal hand in favor of placing both your hands on the exposed skin at her hips and waist. She allowed it, but not without the cost of her teasing you. Lips parted, you tried to invite her tongue in, but she chose to run that delightful muscle of hers across your upper lip instead. And when you tried to lean in and take it yourself, her fingers wrapped blissfully tighter around you, leaving you seeing stars.

Without realizing it, your nails dug into the skin just above Sevika’s hips, causing her to break away and hiss at you. Gazing up at her through half-lidded eyes, you whispered a soft, “Sorry,” and relaxed your fingers, soothingly running your fingertips over the little crescent moon marks you’d left behind.

“I need to finish fixing my arm before I fuck you,” she husked, slowly loosening her grip on your throat. “Think you can be patient for me?”

No.

You nodded, whimpering when she released you and went back to her seat. Slowly turning back to the table, you picked her metal hand back up, but your mind was too clouded by lust to really focus. Glancing at Sevika from the corner of your eyes, you spotted her smirking at you. Apparently amused by how she got you so fucking riled up only to leave you sitting there stewing in your own… juices.

So fucking mean, but so fucking hot.

It was a deadly combo that kept you on your toes, and kept you coming back for more. Because in the end, with patience, you always got what you wanted. What you both wanted.

Once your head was mostly clear, you grabbed one of your smaller, sharper daggers and started prying out some of the crap stuck in the joints of her prosthetic hand. Disgusting to most, it was- in all honesty- a very satisfying process for you. The little bits of dried bloody flesh and even bone left you itching to get back to your job. Being Silco’s number one assassin had been rewarding beyond anything else you could have done to get by in the Undercity. You’d always had a knack for stealth, speed, and agility. Not to mention a fascination with knives and daggers, or ‘ pointy objects’ as Sevika so lovingly called them. But that feeling of euphoria you got the first time you slid a blade along someone’s skin, watching the blood trickle then pour from the wound. It was your calling. A sick thing to take pleasure in perhaps, but with the rest of Silco’s crew, you fit right in. Sevika included. You’d seen her get that same wild gleam in her eye. That same wicked smile while she strangled her foe or beat the everliving snot out of them.

Peering over at Sevika, you found her scowl was back in place. Seemed that little intermission was not enough for her either.

“Hey, I was thinking,” you started as you continued to meticulously clean one of the metal fingers, “What if you and I teamed up at cards and wiped this whole damned city clean? I mean, you and I are two of the best, if not the best, players down here. If we teamed up, we’d be unstoppable.”

When Sevika didn’t offer a reply, you turned your attention to her. Cigar back between her teeth, she simply raised a single brow, and you weren’t sure if that was in intrigue or disbelief. “What? It could be fun. Get ourselves some good coin while we’re at it.”

Removing her cigar. She tapped it against the ashtray. With an amused grin, she finally replied, smoke billowing from her mouth while she spoke, “Alright, princess, I’ll admit that sounds like a good idea.”

“A great idea,” you corrected her. “If we set up a tournament, we could end up with enough coin to buy some nice things.”

“Like what?” she scoffed, “More pointy objects?”

You narrowed your eyes at her little jab, gaze dropping to her cigar as you retorted, “Or more fancy cancer sticks.” Before she could throw another retort your way, you added, “But I was thinking more like an improved chem tech arm, so you don’t have to fuck around with maintenance so much. Or you could just pay someone else to do it.” Reaching across the table, you grabbed a cloth and a bottle of solvent. Pouring a generous amount into the cloth, you started wiping down one of the metal digits. “Just think about it?”

“How soon?”

Your gaze shot back up to Sevika. “Really?”

She said nothing, just kept her gaze on you and waited for your answer.

You made no effort to hide the wide smile that put on your face. And though she shook her head in mock disgust, you saw how her own lips pulled up at one corner. “I bet with Ran’s help I could get a tournament set up by this weekend. So you’re game?”

“As long as Ran is involved to make sure you don’t screw it up.”

You ignored her attempt to bait you into another battle of wits, too thrilled that she’d agreed to your idea. Instead, you returned to your task in silence, save for the excited tapping of your foot. That weekend couldn’t come soon enough.

Too caught up in your meticulous cleaning of Sevika’s metal hand, not to mention thinking about how the two of you were going to clean up a bunch of unsuspecting idiots, you hadn’t realized Sevika had finished her own work some time ago. After giving the hand one final wipe down with a clean cloth, you turned to find her leaning back in her chair just watching you while she smoked. “What?” you asked, cheeks flushing under her heated gaze.

Setting the remainder of her cigar in the ashtray, she patted her thigh. “Help me put it back on.”

Suspicious of her intentions with how… oddly she was looking at you, you hesitantly stood from your chair to take a seat across her lap. As you reached across the table to grab the hand, you felt her wrap her human arm around your waist, resting her hand on your thigh. And if that hadn’t been distracting enough while you tried to hook up the tubes and wires of her prosthetic, the feeling of her intense gaze on you sure as hell was.

With everything reconnected, you gave the wrist one final twist to lock the hand back in place. Carefully, you turned it over in your hand, ensuring everything was moving properly. Bending each finger, you could tell the cleaning had definitely made a difference. Satisfied with your work, you lined her hand up with yours, marveling at the contrasting size and material. Bringing it to your face, you placed a kiss on the top of one of the plates that covered the back of it. Releasing her hand, you glanced up at Sevika to find her still staring at you with that odd expression. It was as if she was in disbelief. You searched her eyes for a sign of what she was thinking. And god damn you swore those gray eyes of hers were somehow a softer shade.

“Sevika? Is something wrong?” you asked quietly.

Her gaze fell to her metal hand as she lifted it. She moved each joint, one at a time while she spoke softly, her voice so raspy you swore there was something she was trying to hold back. “I’ve told you this before, but I’ll say it again. You’re too good to me.”

Oh Fuck. That’s so sweet.

She had, in fact, said that before. And your heart both swelled and broke all the same last time. “Sevika,” you whispered breathlessly. You weren’t even sure how to respond to that. Tell her she’s an idiot for thinking she doesn’t deserve your affection and care even after all this time? Tell her everyone deserves someone to treat them right? But you knew neither would help someone like her see the truth. So instead of telling her with words, you decided to show her using her own language. Action. Sliding a hand along her scarred cheek, you pressed your fingers against the back of her neck and slowly guided her lips to yours.

She hesitantly returned the kiss, but it was nothing like her usual more fervent and dominating ones. The kiss was much sweeter, softer, and surprisingly tender.

Her arm around your waist pulled you closer while her metal hand gently grasped your thigh. That delightfully soft nose of hers glided along the side of your own and over your cheek when she cocked her head and pulled you even closer, pressing her lips further into yours.

Though the kiss was far less wild than usual, it still left you equally, if not more, breathless when she pulled away. Resting your forehead against hers, you gazed into beautiful pools of gray. Slowly, that lopsided grin of hers started to reappear.

“Should we head to bed?” you asked softly.

She gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before releasing her hold on you.

The moment you stood up, you no more than turned to head for the bed when you felt a sharp slap to your bottom.

“Hey!” you yelped, spinning on your heel to scowl down- or rather up- at Sevika as she stood from her seat.

“Don’t get too used to that soft shit,” she sneered and stepped closer, toe-to-toe with you.

A challenge?

“Of course,” you replied with a dramatic roll of your eyes. “Can’t ruin that tough image of yours.”

And then she was in your space, chest pressing into yours and causing you to take a step away to keep from toppling backward. You furrowed your brows while you peered up at her.

What’s she playing at?

She took another step into your space, a smug smile painting her face.

You took another step away, the backs of your knees connecting with the edge of the bed.

“Now that I’ve got my hand back…” Sevika drawled and lifted her metal hand to inspect it as the gears near her wrist spun and whirred.

You should have taken that as your warning sign, but you were too focused on trying to figure out what she had planned to do with you. A shrill yelp pulled from your throat when the sharp blade sprung from her arm, slicing through the air dangerously close to the side of your face. With nowhere else to go, you fell onto your rear on the edge of the mattress.

Her dark chuckle made your brows draw together.

“Damnit Sevika stop startling me with that fucking thing!” you snarled and shot her a nasty glare.

“Thought you liked pointy objects,” she jeered, her blade retracting back into her arm with a resounding swish.

“ My pointy objects.”

“Hmm. They are pretty nice,” she teased, eyes blatantly honed in on your tits.

Despite your best effort to refrain, you couldn’t help but grin at that lovely combination of joke and compliment.

Sevika stepped forward again, her knees urging you to spread your legs and allow her between them.

Then she slowly leaned over you, forcing you to scoot back on the bed.

“Sevika…” you sighed, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I told you, I’ve got my hand back now…” she sneered, hands planted against the mattress on either side of your hips.

“Now what?” you asked.

Moving farther away, you fell back onto your forearms as she crawled onto the bed and up your body, her strong arms on either side of your chest. Then you recalled what she’d said to you earlier when things were starting to heat up.

‘I need to finish fixing my arm before I fuck you.’

Oh.

Her hands moved to either side of your shoulders and you let your back fall completely against the bed. You beamed up at her while she smiled down at you wolfishly.

Her eyes dropped to your mouth. "That fucking dopey smile."

"You know you always say that, but then you're just smiling at me. Clearly you love it," you pointed out.

Sevika scoffed, but that smirk remained on her face. "It's ridiculous."

"And cute," you added.

"Ridiculous."

"Ridiculously cute. And it's only for you," you said sweetly.

"Damn right."

You raised a brow. "A bit possessive aren't we?"

"Just know what's mine." Her lips curled higher.

Fucking cocky.

But two can play that game.

"Same," you replied with a crooked grin before grabbing Sevika by her leather vest and pulling her down for a kiss.

She willingly kissed you back, but not without the cost of taking your bottom lip between her teeth and tugging- hard. She chuckled at your whine of protest, lips curling against yours before she kissed away the stinging sensation.

Your game wasn’t over yet though.

Sevika pulled back from the kiss, brows furrowed as she peered down at your smiling face. “What's so funny?"

"This," You replied just before flipping her onto her back. You swiftly moved to straddle her waist and pin her wrists above her head.

She simply smirked up at you with a raised brow.

You both knew she could break free with very little effort, but you both tested each other. You tested how far she'd let your hand go as it traveled down her neck toward her chest. She tested just how brave you'd actually be.

The moment your hand rested over a breast she gave you a threatening look.

"Don't you do it," she growled.

"Don't do what?" You asked with feigned innocence.

"You know what."

"Oh, you mean this?" You gave her breast a hard squeeze, twisting her nipple through the thick fabric of her top. That got you the desired effect, or rather effects. The immediate; a groan and strained face of pleasure, and the delayed; you were not only thrown off her, but also lying face down with your ass held up high by her thigh wedged between both of yours. Before you could even think to react, your wrists were scooped up by her metal hand and held together behind your back.

"You're gonna pay for that princess," she sneered.

You opened your mouth to retort, only for a startled yelp to escape when her flesh hand contacted your asscheek with a loud SMACK!

"Learn your lesson?" she asked, rubbing her hand soothingly over your tingling skin.

“No.”

SMACK!

Another sharp cry ripped from your throat.

"How about now?" she sneered, hand running delightful circles over your other abused asscheek.

"I think- I think you're gonna have to drill it into me,” you managed to get out between soft moans.

Janna, you’re so fucking clever.

"Hate to admit it princess, but I think you're right," she husked and continued to rub your bottom, her thumb inching closer to the inside of your thigh and ghosting over your slit through your panties. "Looks like you're nice and ready for it too."

Your cheeks burned. You knew you were already dripping from what little attention she’d already given you. She always had that effect on you.

She gave your ass one more pat before crawling off the bed and leaving you disappointed at the loss of contact. "Now, how big?" She asked as she strode to the dresser where she kept all the harnesses and attachments.

You rolled onto your side to watch her, resting your head on your hand, elbow propped on the mattress.

"So I was thinking," you started while she rummaged through the drawer, "we should come up with signals to communicate with each other during the tournament."

You tilted your head as you continued to speak, trying to catch a glimpse of which toy Sevika had selected while she slipped on the harness.

"I could come up with a series of subtle hand gestures, ways we hold our cards or drinks, or how we blow the smoke from our cigarillos. You know, something that looks unsuspecting."

"Gonna play dirty, huh?" Sevika sneered as she lubed up the faux cock.

With her back to you, you still couldn't quite make out which one she'd put on. Your curiosity- the anticipation- had your body temperature rising by the second, but you still tried to keep your cool. "Damn right. Those fools won't know what hit 'em. You and I are gonna empty the pockets of every poor sucker down here."

Sevika turned to face you, revealing a strap you hadn’t seen before. Not particularly girthy, but long, bright purple, and with a notable curve.

Oh boy. What the hell is that for?

As she stalked toward the bed, you met her gaze– her very lust-filled gaze. “Why- Why are you looking at me like that?” you stammered and moved to lean back on your forearms, eyes nervously following Sevika as she stalked toward you.

She crawled onto the bed, metal hand slowly dragging up the side of one of your legs. “Cause I want to fuck you. Now shut your mouth or I'll give you something to keep it busy."

"You say that like it's supposed to be a threat. Maybe I want you to keep my mouth busy. Ever think about that?" you retorted with a crooked grin, though it came out much less snarky and confident than you’d intended, your anxiousness getting the better of you.

Her hand froze at your thigh. A single brow arched. Then she sat up on her knees and started to undo her harness.

"Wait!"

She paused, smirking. "Thought this was what you wanted."

"Fuck me first.”

…

“Please," you quickly added.

She said nothing, but bent back down to resume dragging her metal hand up along your leg until she reached your panties. She slipped a sharp claw beneath the waistband, then locked eyes with you and gave you the most evil-looking toothy grin.

“Don’t you do it,” you threatened, eyes narrowed.

“Don’t do what?” she mocked.

“I just bought thOSE!” your words turned into a sharp yelp the moment Sevika ripped your underwear clear off your body. “Fucking hell Sevika! You can’t just keep ripping all my clothes!”

“I’ll buy you more.”

Though she spoke those words with a stoic tone, you could see her mirth plain as day with the damn smirk she wore.

“You’ll just buy something impractical,” you pouted.

“And I’ll rip those off too,” she sneered, backing down the bed to stand on the floor between your dangling legs.

You raised your brows, confused as to why she left the bed. Was she going to fuck you or not?

She leaned over, flesh and metal fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to grasp your hips. Then, without warning, she yanked your body down across the mattress, pulling your ass to the edge of the bed, your shirt up and over your chest when it caught on the sheets, and yet another startled yelp from your throat.

Your mouth hung open to fire another chastising remark, only for it to die in your throat when her hands started slowly gliding up your stomach towards your now fully exposed chest.

“Got something to say, princess?” she husked as she cupped each breast.

You knew she was goading you. Trying to get you to speak so she could provide enough stimulation to make you fumble your words again. So instead you said nothing, just watched her with narrowed eyes. But not even that look stood a chance the moment she started to squeeze and knead your supple flesh.

“Hm. Didn’t think so,” she taunted.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to stifle the moan that you felt building up. Once she added your nipples to her play, you had officially lost the game.

Your eyes fluttered shut, lips parting and releasing a soft moan when she rolled metal and flesh fingers across your hardened peaks.

“So easy to shut you up,” she continued to tease. She leaned over your chest, ghosting her lips along the swell of a breast.

The urge to bite back was completely overrun by the natural desire to just submit to her. To just let her take care of you. Like she always did.

“Just a simple touch,” she continued, accenting her words with a drag of those luscious lips right over a nipple.

You keened, arching towards her mouth, silently begging her to wrap her lips around your flesh. But she wouldn’t do that. Not yet. She had to tease you more. Break you down. Leave you begging.

“S-Sevika,” you whined when she merely slid her mouth to the other breast– not nearly enough stimulation. And good god you craved her. You could already feel the ache building in your lower half– a tight heat that radiated from your core straight down through your legs.

“Yea, baby?” she murmured against the swell of your breast. She introduced her tongue into the mix, dragging just the tip around your areola while her hands continued to explore.

“More, please,” you pleaded. You carded your hands through her hair, but you didn’t dare pull her head closer, despite the burning desire to do so.

“More what?” Her tongue left a long, wet trail from the bottom side of one breast clear across the other.

“Your mouth,” you sighed.

“Hmm,” she hummed against the side of your breast, the vibrations only adding to the torment of her light touches. “What do you want me to do with it?” she asked before flicking her tongue across a nipple.

Your fingers and toes curled and you sucked in a sharp breath. “Suck,” you whispered as you released that breath.

Another reverberating hum. “Like this?”

Those delightfully soft, warm, wet lips wrapped around a nipple and sucked, tongue teasing over the tip.

“Fuck, yes,” you groaned. Your back arched again, pressing your chest closer to her mouth.

“Mmm. And what about this?” she purred. Without further warning she bit down on that sensitive nub, pulling a sharp cry from you only for it to dissolve into a soft moan as she soothed it with her tongue.

The sound of her low, throaty laugh only made your body ache for her more. Before you could beg for her to continue, her mouth started to move up your chest, sucking and biting every inch of skin along the way. Her metal hand soon joined the climb, gliding up the other side of your chest while her human hand descended down your stomach.

Her tongue dipped and trailed up along your collarbone while her metal hand crept up the column of your throat. With her flesh hand tightly gripping your waist, she pressed her metal thumb against your chin, forcing you to expose more of your neck.

Your mind was already reeling from all the sensations, but then you felt the cold, wet tip of her faux cock tease over your clit. Her teeth sank into the flesh of your neck, her nails into the soft fat at your waist. There was no hope for holding back your desperate mewls, her name spilling like honey from your lips.

“Sevika.”

You needed her. You needed her so bad.

“Sevika, fuck me. Please.”

The deep, sinister chuckle that you felt just as much as you heard contrasted against how she ran the side of her nose gently along your cheek and nose.

“So desperate for my cock, hm?” she taunted, lips brushing over yours as she spoke.

You swallowed hard, throat bobbing. Even with your eyes still closed, you could feel the heat of her eyes on you, the arrogant curl of her lips just barely pressed to yours.

“Yes,” you breathed and it took every ounce of willpower to remain still. To not pull her lips to yours and take the kiss you so desperately wanted. To not just thrust towards that teasing silicone toy and grind against it. Your fingers curled against her scalp, your toes against the sheets hanging off the edge of the bed.

Patience.

You needed to be patient. The reward she’d give you would be so very worth it.

She slid her thumb from your chin to the pulse point at your neck, teasing over it several times before finally pressing, ever-so-lightly.

Your lips parted in a breathless gasp, body thrumming in bliss. Your subsequent moan became muffled, drowned out by her mouth hungrily devouring yours. Her tongue delved in, swiping along yours as if fighting for dominance. But there was no battle. There was nothing you could do. You were too lost in that delirium she always brought on when she had her hands on your neck, carefully- precisely- applying pressure.

You were too far gone to even realize the hand at your waist had left to move the tip of the strap between your wet folds, lining it up at your entrance.

And then came the abrupt, glorious stretch of your walls as she buried the faux cock clear to the hilt with one powerful thrust. Your cry of pleasure was muffled by her mouth over yours. You sank your nails into her scalp, earning a threatening growl from her that barely registered through the cloud of pleasure overtaking your mind.

She stood upright, your hands sliding off her head and collapsing against the bed at your sides. You gazed up at her through half-lidded eyes, slowly starting to come back to your senses with your airway fully open again.

God you wanted her hand back there.

“Sevika,” you whined, but you were too ashamed to admit what you wanted. She knew anyway, and yet she’d still make you say it.

“Yeah baby?” she teased. She slipped her hands beneath your thighs, lifting them until your heels rested on the edge of the bed, opening you nice and wide for her. Both her hands firmly grasped your waist and she slowly slid back out, her eyes glued between your legs and reveling at the sight of the silicone toy sliding between your wet folds.

You lost the ability to articulate your request as you watched her move her human hand over your lower stomach and press– hard. Her dark lips curled into a crooked smile, eyes glinting in sick satisfaction while she slowly pushed the strap back inside.

“Fuck, baby,” she breathed.

There was no telling if that was truly for your ears. She looked utterly lost in watching- feeling- her sink deeper inside you.

Your fingers curled against the sheets, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as the added pressure of that wicked curve and press of her hand left an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

She pulled back out again, grabbing one of your wrists and placing your hand flat against your stomach. With her hand encasing yours she pressed down hard, her gaze still locked between your spread legs. Then, torturously slow, she pushed back inside once again.

“You feel that?” she husked. “My cock dragging along your insides? That’s good, isn’t it?”

You could, in fact, feel the tip of the faux cock dragging beneath your hand. That, however, was not what had you reeling with pleasure and arousal. No, it was her expression. She looked utterly enraptured by it. It made your body tremble, visibly shudder against the sheets.

“It’s…” You trailed off, groaning when she bottomed out, her thighs pressing against the backs of yours. “Sevika,” you mewled. Even when you whimpered her name, she couldn’t break away from that state. Instead, she let your hand slip free to grip the sheets again and placed her hand back on your stomach.

She set a slow rhythm, much unlike her typical rough and unhinged pace, more focused on enjoying the show of it than pleasing you, at least until she heard your soft plea.

“Sevika, please,” you forced out between clenched teeth. The pressure against your insides was damn near excruciating. It felt as if you were teetering on the edge of bliss. You needed just a little more.

Sevika’s heavy-lidded gaze drifted up to your face. Though her smirk remained, her gray eyes softened at the sight of your distress. “What do you need, baby?”

“I- I need-” you struggled to speak, distracted by another gradual roll of her hips.

“Hm?”

You felt her press her thumb against the tip of the strap through your stomach and had you been in your right mind you would have vocally accused her of attempting to impede your ability to speak.

“Fuck,” you cursed, closing your eyes shut tight. Her sinister chuckle echoed in your head. She had definitely been fucking with you.

Deep breath in.

“I need more,” you huffed with the release of that breath.

“More what?”

Fucking sadistic cunt.

She knew how much you hated saying the specifics out loud. How fucking hard it was when she was working you up. But she also knew you loved it.

You loved everything about the damn woman smirking down at you while she waited for your answer.

“Fuck me faster,” you groaned, another drag along that sweet spot leaving you seeing stars.

“Forget your manners, princess?”

You peered up at her through narrowed eyes. Whatever malice you had behind that look was lost in how your face contorted in pleasure.

“ Please fuck me faster.”

With a satisfied chuckle, she quickened her pace.

While her hand remained pressed against your stomach, her thumb slid down to tease across your clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat.

Despite your effort to bite back the sounds your body so desperately wanted to release, you quickly lost that battle, succumbing to the pleasure that radiated through your body with each heavenly swipe of her thumb, each divine drag of her cock.

She must have sensed your approaching climax, her pace suddenly increasing and her metal claws sinking deeper into your hip.

The sound of the headboard smacking violently against the wall was lost to your mewls and moans- her grunts and heavy breaths.

And then- time slowed, your body stilling when all that build-up finally exploded in mind-numbing pleasure. You sobbed her name, barely getting out the last sweet syllable before all your breath left your body in a shuddering gasp.

“That’s it, pretty baby, let it all out.”

Your lover’s voice was merely a low hum in your head, the last waves of your orgasm still wreaking blissful havoc on your body.

Then, just as quick as it came, it was gone, leaving you in a daze. Sevika must have come to a stop at some point, you realized when you peeled your eyes open to gaze up at her.

She wore that damn lopsided grin- the cocky one she always has after she fucks you senseless. And senseless you were, brain damn well useless, empty of any and all thoughts other than how fucking wonderful Sevika was. That, and how badly you wanted to touch her. The only point of contact you had with her was the tops of her thighs pressed against the back of yours, and her hands resting against your hip and stomach. You needed to hold her. To be held by her.

“Sev- please,” you panted softly, hand weakly reaching out for her.

Still smirking, she bent over your limp body, her flesh arm slipping beneath your back to scoop you up and hold you against her. As she carried you further up the bed toward the headboard, the faux cock shifted inside you, pulling whines from you that elicited a chuckle you could feel from where her chest pressed to yours.

She dropped you rather unceremoniously against the pillows, smiling like the sexy fucking sadist she is at how the protest you had ready to fire turned into a sharp gasp when she pulled the strap out without warning.

“You’ve got to warn me when you do that!” you chastised, eyes narrowed on her.

She simply chuckled, slipped out of her harness, and tossed it aside. “I don’t have to do anything, princess,” she sneered.

Before you could fire back, she was over you, mouth pressed to yours in a deep kiss that took your breath and left your head spinning. You pulled your legs up, spreading them to give her room to kneel between them. She rested her metal arm beside your head, the soft whirring of its fan a distant echo in your fuzzy consciousness. Her other hand slid up along one of your thighs, fingertips sinking possessively into the supple flesh.

You tangled your fingers in her soft hair. You felt her knee press against your exposed core and your lips parted to moan softly, allowing her to slip her tongue inside and run along yours.

When she finally released your lips from hers, there was little time to recover as her mouth moved down your jaw and neck, biting and sucking marks into every inch of skin along her path. Lips barely grazing your ear, she whispered, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

Had she not already washed away your irritation with her earlier harsh treatment, it certainly would have faded in that instant. Your heart swelled, damn near bursting from your chest.

Your dynamic mostly consisted of witty banter, quips, and jabs. They were typically fairly well-matched, but she had a tendency to win by cheating. She knew what buttons to push, or rather touch, to have you forget any and all coherent thoughts. You both thoroughly enjoy it, and you both knew it was just your odd way of showing your interest in one another, that you both were actually head over heels for the other. However, in rare moments like this, Sevika would say out loud what she was actually thinking. And it left you absolutely floored every single time.

“You know-” you started quietly, pausing to clear your throat, afraid she’d detect that you were getting a bit choked up, “-I could say the same to you.”

She hummed against your neck while pressing more kisses there.

You two really were a gorgeous couple, you thought.

"Imagine what our children would look like."

The moment those words left your mouth you knew it was a fatal mistake, but there was no taking it back. Your heart sank to your stomach and Sevika’s lips paused against your skin.

Oh fuck!

She slowly lifted her head, a single brow raised as she peered down at you.

Oh dear god, say something to fix this!

“I- I mean not that I would have kids with you.” you spat out.

Sevika’s brow raised higher.

“I mean not that I wouldn’t want to- with you. I-”

Oh god, just shut up. You’re just digging a deeper grave.

“Not that I want to either. I- I mean honestly I haven't really thought about it. With you. Or anyone. I mean we couldn't technically...” Your cheeks burned hotter than the fucking sun the more you fumbled your words.

The corner of Sevika’s mouth twitched.

Sensing some sort of snark that would leave you wanting to just bury your head somewhere and never let her see your face again, you tried to further explain. “I just thought, like if we did, not that we would, or wouldn’t, that they’d be really cute and-”

Your nonsensical rambling was finally cut off by the soft press of Sevika’s lips to yours. She kept her mouth there, in a gentle kiss, her hand gently caressing your thigh, until you realized she wasn’t upset or planning to obliterate you with a mocking comment. Your heart rate finally settled and she pulled back from the kiss just far enough to look into your worried eyes.

You searched her face for any sign, any warning of what she might be thinking. All you found was the corner of her mouth curling upward.

Please let that be a good sign.

"IF we had children, they would be beautiful."

Oh gods, the way she looked at you as she said that– even with that damn smirk, those gray eyes sparkling while they watched you- spoke louder than anything. She was complimenting you. A shy smile spread across your face. You reached up to wrap your fingers around her bicep and whispered, “And strong.”

"And cunning."

"And cute." You emphasized the word with a peck to the tip of her nose.

"And great in bed," she added with a cocky smirk.

"Whoa, now that's just weird. We’re talking about our kids here. But are you saying I'm great in bed?!" you laughed.

"I'm saying I'm so damn good it would make up for your lacking." She grinned wider, revealing her tooth gap and making the snarky comment considerably less effective.

“Cute and annoying,” you replied with a barely contained smile as you pressed your hands against her shoulders and attempted to shove her off you.

She was too fast for you though. Not that it should have surprised you. With no effort whatsoever, she grabbed both your wrists into one hand and pinned them above your head. "Very annoying," she sneered.

To your surprise, rather than tease or mock you for your failure, she brought her lips to yours again.

You could feel the wide spread of her lips against yours, and couldn’t help but smile just as wide.

CH2>>

[fairy-writes]

fairy's fics for gaza

hello everyone! i'm not sure anyone would even be interested or care about this but i'm OPENING REQUESTS for @ficsforgaza !! by tossing my hat into the ring, i hope to help raise money and interest for this cause!

keep in mind i'll maybe close my requests if i get overwhelmed or can't fulfill a request. i am setting the donation limit for $5 for 500 words. ofc this is subject to change (e.g. you want a shorter or longer request)

how this works!

you (the reader): send me A DIRECT MESSAGE (not an ask pls, those are reserved for regular requests) asking for a request. i will start working on your request once you've provided proof to me (with any personal info removed) of your donation to a VETTED FUNDRAISER. DO NOT SEND ME THE MONEY

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LIST OF FANDOMS/PEOPLE I'LL WRITE FOR (these are all x reader):

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira, Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kibutsuji Muzan, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

GENERAL RULES

i write specifically SFW. no NSFW or dark content here folks. though there are plenty of participating authors who write either dark content or NSFW!

all writing is gender neutral but can be customized to a female!reader

absolutely no exclusionists welcome. that includes anyone who is or condones racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, aphobia, ableism, islamophobia, antisemitism, or anything similar.

things that WON'T be written: nsfw/smut/spice (implied or otherwise), abusive relationships, yandere, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, mental disorders, incest, character x character, character x oc

if you have any further questions please let me know!! i've never done something like this and it's very probable i've left something unclear lol.

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[roxnpens]

Fall writing challenge

This is the first piece for a little writing challenge I make with some authors friends. I’m going to post these a little irregularly, but there are going to be some seasonal fics ☺️🥰.

Thanks go out to @silcoitus, @beardedladyqueen, @fantadym for beta reading and giving me tips. You’re the best 😘🥹 *smooches*

[Silco x OC] [Silco x female character] [fall season in the Undercity] [fluffy Silco]

TW: [Seasonal depression] [loneliness]

“When you’re near me…” - One shot

Fall is always a gloomy time in the Undercity. The suntime in Piltover is short and barely even reaches the depth of the Undercity.

This time of year does something with Silco. It makes him grumpy, quick to anger and over all distracted. In some years, a seasonal depression hits him during this time and the already gloomy atmosphere around him becomes an even darker shadow over him.

Even Jinx notices the pain in his eyes, but knows she can’t do anything to help him or better his mood.

He barely sleeps on those nights, always turning and tossing from side to side - reliving the dreadful day that Vander disfigured his face and changed his life forever.

But there is hope in this darkness.

You.

You have been with him since he was a young man in the rebellion. You cared for him when he came home - soaked in blood and toxic river water. You gave him a home in your heart when he had nothing.

He was not a man of many words that time, but your presence soothed his heart and soul… back then… and still to this day. During his seasonal depression, he needed you near him to actually get to sleep peacefully and sometimes, when the door to his office is locked shut, he needed your affection and affirmations during the daytime. Sometimes, you had wild sex and others, you just quietly sat in his lap with his arms around you and his head resting on your scalp.

But now… now you’re gone… for a while now. Away from him in order to do important contracts for him in Piltover.

Everyday you’re not with him is like physical torture for him. He needs you in these times more than anything…

Lost in the dark abyss of his own great mind, he sits at his desk bent over papers in an attempt to find a way to get back to work and into a rhythm.

Suddenly, there's a commotion outside his office door and just a moment later Jinx bursts in - her whole face is a firework of emotions. “MOMMY’S BACK!!!! MOMMY'S BACK!!”

Then, a little female chuckle as his beautiful woman ascends the stairs to his office. His face lights up a bit and he rises from his chair to meet her halfway.

________

You immediately notice the dark circles on your longtime boyfriend's face and you know what pain he is in.

His arms wind around you - pressing your body against his and nuzzling his head against your neck. A relieved hum leaves his chest.

One of your hands crawls into his hair, massaging his scalp, while your other strokes his back up and down.

“It’s one of those years, huh…” you note and he nods in your embrace.

“This time without you… it was painful. I’m very glad you’re back - within my reach,” he says and you can feel how his body slowly slouches against you - the insomnia of the past two weeks catching up with him.

“Then get on the couch, dearest. I'll be back very soon. I’ll get something to get your mood steady." You start walking out the door. Your head is already buzzing with the things you want to prepare for Silco and Jinx when you feel a desperate grip on your arm.

“Don’t go again…” Silco's voice is gentle but firm in your ear. You feel the hurt in his voice and it breaks you.

Your other hand wanders over his and presses it softly. Your mind is racing now on what best to do. You know he hasn’t eaten in the days you were away, so you need to feed him somehow. Then you get the idea:

“Then come with me…” you smile over your shoulder “… I bet you and Jinx are starving - so let’s prepare ourselves some yummy food.”

You take Silco's hand and he follows you willingly into your personal kitchen. You let go off his hand and walk over to the fridge, eagerly searching your mind for a suitable recipe and the fridge for the ingredients. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Silco standing in the place you left him as he looks absently at the floor. You take all the ingredients out and unfortunately overload your arms.

“Could you… would you mind helping me, dearest?” you say in an attempt to get his attention.

He immediately looks up and sprints to you , getting most of the things off you and onto the table in the middle of the kitchen.

Once everything is on the table, you pull him close into a kiss, your arms winding around his neck. Both of you indulge in this kiss for a rather long time.

When both of you couldn’t breathe anymore, you keep your arms crossed around his neck and lean your head to him.

“Come on now, let’s get my two favorite Halloween monsters fed. I thought of pumpkin cream soup and some jack-o-lantern muffins - to fit the seasonal food schedule. Is that fine for you?” You smile and he spins you around till your back is bent over the table.

“Oh I’d love that - need a hand, my little bat?” He finally has his signature smile back.

“Oh - love to, my dear vampire.”

“Then maybe I suck you dry after this cooking session and after dinner…”

“Woe me… I might need to take my time with dinner then to make it extra tasty.”

“Like you could create something that’s not tasty.”

And so you start preparing the meal for all three of you with Silco's help. Together, you cut the vegetables into small pieces. Midway, Silco gets rid of his vest and rolls up his sleeves. When his hands are not occupied cutting or stirring - they are constantly on you instead. His lips would graze your neck and he’d make little hums of pleasure.

This continues until the meal is prepared. You call for Jinx and the three of you have a great dinner together. The little Jinx enjoys the Jack-O-Lantern muffins the most, making cheerful noises when she finishes one and asks for the next.

Silco enjoys the soup most, together with a nice glass of whiskey.

After that, Jinx storms off again to work on a new invention, which leaves the cleaning to Silco and you.

“It was lovely, dearest. Your cooking never disappoints,” Silco states while drying the last bowls.

You smile, satisfied with his answer.

“Feeling better now?”

“The only thing that would round this lovely evening up, would be you and me and the comfort of our bed, behind closed doors...” his hands are on your hips again and he nibbles on your neck.

“… after all I promised to suck you dry.”

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[unluckiestmember]

Intimate Moments (Arcane Edition)

Summary: The most intimate and emotional moment during sex you’ve had with the main Arcane characters!

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor and Silco

Warning: NSFW for sexual themes and suggestive themes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: A compilation from my last account and one of my personal favorite imagines/headcanons. Enjoy!

Jinx

It was your first time having sex with her. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but Jinx being Jinx, dived head first. Literally. She thinks she’s seen and been to heaven when she’s between your legs. The feeling of her on you in such a position made you moan out her name.

Not Jinx. But Powder.

Jinx stares up at you and you already know you made a mistake. No one calls her Powder, not even Silco! Unless you have a death wish, you should keep that name out of your mouth!

You stare down at her blue eyes expecting a scowl or a roar! But you were shocked when she whispered to you,

“Say it... Say it again.”

So you say it. “Powder.”

“Say it again.”

“Powder.”

“Please say it again.”

“Powder...”

You experience the best orgasm in your life, having the loose cannon below pleasure you like there was no tomorrow. She let her tongue work wonders and picked up her pace, taking in all of you in her mouth. When you came, Jinx cleaned you up and even pleasured you a little more, causing your eyes to roll back in eternal bliss.

She could tell you were finished for now so she pulled herself up to cuddle into your side. It took you a minute until you realized she cried to sleep. Not tears of anger or sorrow. But of joy.

Ever since, you are the only one who can call her Powder.

Vi

Vi is a wild animal in bed.

She’ll throw you down and waste no time to fuck your brains out for simple pleasure.

But one day, during a steamy make out session, you stopped to kiss down on her bandaged knuckles.

She’s taken a back for a minute.

Why would you do that?

You keep kissing on her knuckles without a care in the world. “Stop it,” She told you, trying her best to pull away from you. But you hold her softly. “Y/N, stop it...” She keeps fighting back for a minute, but eventually stops.

The brute breaks in your arms. How could you do that? How could you love someone who’s ruined so many lives with those fists of hers? It was impossible, wasn’t it? But you told her the answer to her worries and questions with a single glance into her gray eyes.

‘No.’

That night, you two had sex as usual, but this was more personal. More intimate. Vi took more gentle strokes and eased into picking up her speed and slamming harder on you.

She screams and moans your name like a prayer, countlessly says she loves you, feeling like any moment you will disappear. Though the way your hands relaxed on her hips and drew circles along her waist said otherwise.

The two of you came together before sleeping in each other’s arms. She could get used to sensual sex like that…

Caitlyn Kiramman

Innocent little Caitlyn.

Why are there barely any headcanons for Caitlyn? I-

Caitlyn was a classy woman, so sex was never really on her mind. It still wasn’t when you guys started dating. But you both knew you had to get things over with eventually. So one evening, Caitlyn dragged you to her room to try it.

The both of you were super awkward, especially the female enforcer. She would always ask in between actions “Are you okay? Is this right? Should it be the other way?” Bless her soul.

All around, everything was going well.

Until it was time to get naked. When it came her turn to feel pleasure, she didn’t do anything.

She hung her head low to the ground almost in disappointment. She stared down at her body. Thoughts lingered in her head; ‘What if I’m not beautiful to Y/N? What if I make a fool out of myself?’

Before she could ask herself any more questions, you rid her of her worries with sweet kisses. With every piece of clothing thrown on the floor, you whisper out, “You’re so precious. You look like an angel. Oh, I love you so much.”

You almost broke her down with every kiss you placed to mark her body. Your lips graced on her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her chest and finally her core. Oh, you loved everything about her.

You started to eat her, licking inside her folds at an average pace and flicking your tongue on her clit.

In a matter of seconds, her hands are lost in your hair, pushing your head closer to her to feel all of your tongue inside of her. Her moans clouded the room long after she came in your mouth. Pulling up, you both had lust in your eyes and could tell the night was still young…

Let’s just say she eventually screamed your name to the heavens long into the night and she realized two things; Sex with you was the best! And she was beautiful.

Ekko

Ekko has always been a bit of a wild boy when it came to having sex with you. It’s why you two were together to begin with.

He can be playful some nights, chuckling with you when he messes up something. Rough when he just really wants you. And romantic when you just need to know he cares about you.

One night the two of you were just having the time of your lives. He was slamming into you from behind, groaning out, “You like that, huh? Yeah, go ahead and scream my name, baby.” And boy did you love it.

Just feeling him stretch you out and pound deeper and faster in you was like euphoria. You found yourself screaming at the top of your lungs, “Ah, yes! Right there! Fuck, I love you, Ekko!”

You didn’t want it to stop, but soon the movement had slowed and the grip on your thighs loosened. You felt your body turning now to face the leader of the firelights panting down at you. “You love me,” He questioned, his brown eyes glistening in the moonlight full of hesitant awe.

Did you say you loved him? You never told him because you were scared of getting attached. He was the leader of a cause and lived in Zaun. Any minute he could be taken from you, so you tried not to get attached. Yet you said you loved him, whether it be out of lust or love wasn’t important. You said the sacred three words to him.

In that moment, you were sure as he began to stroke inside of you again, you didn’t see a warrior. You saw your boyfriend, your best friend, your everything.

He must have seen that in you too because he started to dig deeper in you, continuously hitting your g-spot with smooth strokes. His arms wrapped around you tightly, groaning at the feeling of a climax approaching him.

Together in a sea of utter pleasure, the both of you came together before relaxing in each other’s embrace under the shine of the midnight moon.

You slept well that night in his arms, letting him hold onto you with the mindset of if he let you go, you wouldn’t come back.

No matter what, after that day, you both say I love you at least once a day.

Viktor

My everything next to Jinx.

You and Viktor have been partners for a long time in Piltover, working on projects together when he wasn’t accompanied by Jayce. Though you two never started to officially date because hexcore was more important, even if deep down you two wanted to become an item.

Well, the thing about humans is that they don’t know how precious people are until they almost lose them.

Viktor found himself having a particularly horrible week; The hexcore may have fixed him, but took away a close friend. He may have almost stopped an incoming war, but he ended up losing some close allies due to the bombing on the council’s headquarters.

He had thought he lost you when the city went into lockdown due to the commotion. Thank the gods he found you that night safe and sound at your home.

Thank the gods he was safe too.

That following night, the two of you met one another at your home, where he knocked on your door. Your eyes connected with his amber eyes, and you were sure they screamed one thing; ‘I need you’.

In a matter of seconds, you two synchronized like gears to slam each others’ lips onto one another. Moving in rhythm, bodies danced through the dimly lit house towards your bedroom, where the scientist pushed you down on your comforter and wasted no time to rid himself of your clothes.

You did the same, though you found it cute and amusing that he was apologizing for his ‘inappropriate’ actions. You showed it was okay when you slammed your lips onto his again and felt yourself yearning for him.

You two grinded on each other, letting your lower bodies explore one another through groans and moans. The entire night, you two were one. Nothing else mattered when you found Viktor cumming inside of you and placing your hand gently onto your cheek.

You two stared at one another desperately before you heard the man speak in his native tongue, “я люблю тебя так сильно.”

You never questioned what that meant, but when you two started dating, he made it an effort to always tell you “I love you so much.”

Silco

As long as you’ve been dating the crime lord of Zaun, you knew damn well that Silco was not an emotional guy. No one has ever seen him let out his feelings to people, not even Jinx.

If he did ever give into his emotions, it would be out of anger, but never out of love.

He only ever saw sex as something done to relieve stress, kind of like you. You were his bitch anyways, nothing more.

That’s why he would always fuck your brains out, slamming his cock inside of you through your mouth or lower end with one goal in mind; To forget about the world and please himself for once in his god awful life.

However, one evening when he was railing deep inside of you on your desk, something was different to say the least. He wasn’t fucking you like a mad man. He wasn’t calling you degrading names and growling like an animal. Instead, his strokes were sensual and careful.

That was new. Was he sick? It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it. But why was he doing this?

You reach up to touch his face where his scar was and the man had froze up. You wanted to ask what the hell was going on. Where was the man who would pound you senseless?

Instead of being given an answer, his orange and blue eyes just pierced down at you before he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Through those eyes, you had seen the man you once knew. A man who was calculating, but somewhat compassionate. A man who just wanted the best for him and his brother. A man once had big dreams he wanted to accomplish with you by his side.

He always said that naïve brat was gone, but you always knew he was in there. That’s why you had no issue with this new version of him. It’s why you never batted an eye at his scarred eye. As a matter of fact, you adored it. You adored him.

With the feeling of your lips crashing slowly into his, Silco began to fuck you as usual. His strokes only picked up after a moment of your moans colliding in your mouth.

Before you knew it, he came hard and deep inside of you, making you scream out his name before relaxing a bit. Now panting hard on his desk, you stared up at Silco, finding him panting along with you. He eventually pulled away to sit in his chair.

You don’t know why he apologized or what happened that night, but from that day forward, Silco was more open to showing his appreciation for you…

Arcane requests are currently open! :D

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day! <3

[freddy5bear]

HELLO Y'ALL!! :3

My name is Sebastian, I'm trying to become a writer and I wanted to start with something small, So id like to get into fan fiction!!

THINGS I WILL WRITE FOR:

Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss:

Vox,

Alastor,

Lucifer,

angel,

husk,

Adam,

Rosie,

Molly/Mollie,(my interpretation)

Fizzaroli,

stolas,

Asmodeus,

Chaz,

Striker,

Loona,

Verosika,

Blitzø

I also love writing for some AU versions of some of them, like Shark!Vox, human alastor etc.

Detroit: become human:

CONNOR♥

Ralph💕

Kara

Makus

Luther

The Jerry's

Nines

Gavin

Simon

North

Hank (only platonically cause I don't feel comfortable writing a romantic situation with him.)

Please specify which route as well, like deviant!Connor, Pacifist!Markus etc.

Arcane:

VIKTOR♥

Jayce

Mel Medarda

Jinx (maybe)

Vi

Caitlyn

Silco

(I have never played league of legends and have only seen arcane so if the lore is inaccurate or it's super out of character for them in the game I am sorry🙏)

Spooky month:

(Characters I will NOT write for.)

any minors, if you do wish to request an aged up version of them i can do that, or if it's a platonic thing.

I WILL NEVER EVER EVERRR WRITE ANYTHING WITH FRANK(THE KIDNAPPER) ROY'S UNCLE, OR ANYTHING WITH BOB PHYSICALLY HURTING THEIR S/O. you can still request Bob but I won't write anything like, " he eats your arm and your attracted to it! *makes out*"

Cuphead:

(Casino cups):

Cuphead

Mugman

The devil

King dice

Chalace

(I'm not sure about the other characters cause I don't know all their lore)

Rise!TMNT:

(AGED UP.)

Leo

Donnie

Raph

Mikey

April

Casey (Jones and Jr)

Hipnopotamus

Repo mantis

FNAF:

I cant list every character bc I love most of them, will not write for the souls inside the animatronics, will base it off of other media with their personalities not relating to the kids. Again, not writing for minors. Wich means, no golden Freddy, circus baby, or the bidybabs. I can't really picture those without thinking that they are children.)

Sonic the hedgehog

Will write for:

SHADOW♥♥

Sonic

Silver

Knuckles

Amy

Blaze

Rouge

I will not write for tails bc he us a child, and I will write for some fan kids, though I need full proof they have given you permission for me to write about them in the way that you want me to, if not I will ask them myself :3

RULES:

Absolutely no noncon.

I won't write reader that is not the gender the character is attracted to, like I wouldn't write a female reader for Angel unless platonic, and any other character that has a confirmed sexuality. even if there is a widely agreed apon head cannon for the character I will still interpret that as up for grabs. Ex: Leo from rise, lots of ppl agree he's gay but it's not been confirmed so I would still write female reader if somebody asks.

I will write smut, my writing when It comes to male characters, Dom or sub is exceptionally better than my writing for women, but I'm here to get better at it so pls still ask.

Please no abusive relationship asks, I don't want unhealthy relationship ideals to become something people look for in relationships.

If any of these things are requested to me you will be reported and blocked.

Also if a character is not in the fandom/list I made, please still ask! I am in many fandoms and like getting into new pieces of media, so although I may not know the request at the time I'd love to get more into the fandom and then write for it!

Also please specify weather you want a platonic, fluffy or smutty fic, otherwise I'll pick for you😈 (it'll be smut guys dw.)

I will not write character x character or character x oc, UNLESS it's like, an amazing ask, but it's not common you'll see me write smth like that. I WILL do specific reader traits though, ex: Bunny!reader (LITERALLY ME GUYS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH♥♥) hellborn!reader, mutant!reader, etc.

One last thing, I love drawing! If you ever see any kind of fiction you would like to see drawn, I would love to, please send an ask/request to draw a part in a fic! Only thing is that I will/can not draw any smut, nor will it be digital, I can really only do traditional art, so enjoy my low quality photos of paper😋

I can't wait to see requests from everyone, and be able to write them! I hope u have an amazing day/night, remember to eat and drink smth today, and dont stay up all night reading smut. (AHEM...)

-Fredd5🐻

[matchamilkislover]

In The Darkest Corners, 2.

pairing: vi x fem!oc (reader with a name)

warnings: mature themes, suggested violence.

word count: 1,242

synopsis: after breaking into stillwater, a top-security prison, olive finds the prisoner she’s looking for to be even less friendly than she expected. and a bit more aggressive.

author’s note: originally published january 2023.

don’t forget to read part 1 first!!

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Olive froze. Whoever was in that cell, it certainly wasn't her mother; but by the look and sound of this inmate, she wasn't sure if she should be all that relieved. But she knew what she needed to do. Taking a deep breath, she spoke.

"I'm Olive. Are you inmate 516?" She asked with as steady a voice as she could muster.

"Depends who's asking," the figure responded gruffly. The voice sounded dark and vaguely female, but Olive wasn't sure. All she could see was a muscular figure pacing back and forth.

"I was told you might have some information I'm looking for," Olive continued, trying not to let the inmate intimidate her.

"And you broke into this shithole to get it? Must be important then." They chuckled darkly.

"It was all Achlan-" Olive was cut off.

"Achlan? Don't tell me you work for that bastard." The figure suddenly stopped and turned towards her. She seemed to be a woman with cropped hair and sharp features, but apart from her aggressive stance, Olive couldn't make out any more details.

"No, I don't. But that's not the point." Olive took a breath, mustering up her courage to step over the red line marked on the floor and get close to the cell bars. "I've spent the last year searching for my mother, Eleanor Whitlock. I've heard whispers of her working with industrialists in the Undercity, but nothing more than that. You're my only lead."

Inmate 516 sighed and resumed her(?) pacing. "Sorry, I've never heard of any 'Eleanor Whitlock'. By the sound of it though, my guess is she was some rich topsider that got too close with undercity business and reaped the consequences. Not uncommon."

"No!" Olive exclaimed. Her voice came out louder than intended, and she silently kicked herself. "My mother wouldn't have done anything like that. I know her. I've heard whispers of her working with the industrialist, Silco, but-" The inmate suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Olive by the front of her shirt, pulling her close to the bars — and her suddenly illuminated face.

"She worked with Silco?" She growled, glaring so hard that Olive thought her eyes might burst into flames. Olive was stunned, not only by the fact that she was currently being held so tightly she was lifted onto her toes, but also by the appearance of perhaps the most attractive person she had ever seen.

The inmate's face was angular and littered with scars, her nose clearly having been broken more than a few times and a roman numeral tattoo marked under her left eye. Olive could tell that she was strong as hell, not only by the fact that she was lifted off the ground, but also by the sight of her stocky, muscular build that was accentuated by large tattoos. She had to force herself to pull her eyes away from the inmate and focus on the task at hand.

"No," she gasped out, "I-I'm not sure, I've only heard his name mentioned once or twice. I thought he was just doing normal business." Olive's chest rose and fell heavily as she struggled to keep her breathing even.

The muscled inmate dropped her. "You topsiders really don't know shit, huh? The undercity's going to eat you alive."

"Not if I can help it." Olive replied. "And you're going to help me. I need information, now."

"Oh I can get you information," 516 smirked, leaning on the bars with her hands dangling lazily around them. "Just not from in here."

Olive held up the keys that had been digging into her palm and sighed. "I just know I'm going to regret this."

Shit. She quickly realized that the many keys on the ring were NOT labeled, and she had no way of knowing which one would unlock 516's cell. She began jumbling with the keys, fitting each one into the lock and growing more and more anxious as she started running out of keys.

"Would you hurry the fuck up?" The inmate hissed, earning her a glare from an already stressed Olive.

"Sorry, I'm not exactly a prison break-in pro, as you can probably tell," She hissed back. Finally, a key slid into the lock easily and clicked. Right as the lock opened, however, voices echoed towards the two of them from down the hall.

"Somebody had to have taken my keys," a low, scratchy voice growled. Olive could see glimpses of what seemed like two large figures — guards, she realized as her heart dropped — who were flashing torches into each cell, clearly looking for whoever had stolen the keys. Looking for her.

The prisoner acted fast, unlike Olive, who was frozen in fear. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, she had forced open the door and yanked Olive inside, pushing her up against a dark niche in her cell with her hand covering Olive's mouth. Wordlessly, 516 held Olive in a firm grip and kept her eyes and ears trained on the now closed cell door.

Meanwhile, Olive's heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest. Here she was, hiding from a guard during a prison break-in, and all she could think about was how she was being held against the wall by a very attractive person who had nearly half a foot on her in height. Shit, she needed to focus. The guards' steps were drawing closer.

"Who's down here again, 516? Yeah, that one's trouble alright." Another gruff voice, clearly belonging to another guard, grunted out with a rough chuckle. Olive watched as 516 clenched her jaw and gently let her go, holding up her finger to signal to Olive to stay silent as she waltzed towards the center of her cell — where she would be most visible. Olive held her breath.

One of the guards ran his thick baton along the bars of the cell as both guards walked into view. With a sinister smile on his face, the same guard with a baton looked 516 up and down with another gruff chuckle.

"Cause any trouble lately, 516? Seems my friend here is missing his keys." The other guard grunted.

"I'm flattered that you would think of me, Flock, but I unfortunately have no idea where Flick's precious keys have run off to," She said smoothly, pulling off the boldfaced lie brilliantly.

"Shame. We haven't had a...talk in a while," Flock responded, resting his baton on the floor and letting a vicious expression take over his face.

"I know, so sad." 516 replied sarcastically with gritted teeth. "Maybe next time?"

Flock's smile widened, showing rows of sharp teeth. "Oh, there's always a next time."

Once the guards had sauntered away and there was silence for a few moments, Olive let out a long-held breath and let herself slump against the wall.

"I'm never doing anything like this ever again," she sighed quietly.

"I hate to break it to you, but we're about to do a lot more of this," 516 replied with a playful, yet still grim air to her. "Now all we have to do is get out of here."

[writingforfun0714]

Masterlist

I’ll update this as I post.

Fandoms I write for:

—Star Wars: Clone Wars, Rebels, Bad Batch, Tales of the Jedi, OG trilogy, Prequel trilogy, The Acolyte

—Arcane (Vi, Caitlyn, Powder/Jinx, Jayce, Viktor, Heimerdinger, Ekko, Silco, Vander, Sevika, Mel, Singed)

—Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra

—Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

—Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire/House of the Dragon

—Harry Potter

—Marvel (Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Miles Morales, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers)

—Jungle Book (I prefer either the 2016/2018 versions but any iteration is fine with me including the OG book)

—Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (ITSV), Across the Spiderverse (ATSV)

—True Detective: Night Country (Liz Danvers, Evangeline Navarro, Leah Danvers, Pete Prior, Rose Aguineau, Julia Navarro, Qavvik)

What I WILL write:

—Single and multi chapter fics

—Crossovers with any of the fandoms listed

— x Reader Insert (FEMALE)

—Angst, hurt, fluff, comfort, etc

—OC fics

—**Mental Illness/slight NSFW/TW (any and all warnings will be placed visibly on each fic)**

What I WILL NOT write:

—Graphic sexual scenes/situations including ABO

—Pedophila

—Incest/‘Clonecest’ (for Game of Thrones fandom but also including clone shipping for Star Wars fandom)

—Male Reader (I will consider gender neutral but anything but female reader is unfamiliar to me)

—Non-Ace Yelena Belova (Marvel). I will not change a character’s gender identity or sexuality either for ANY fandom.

—Beastiality (Jungle Book)

**I want this blog to be safe for minors so any warnings will be placed accordingly**

Fanfiction

Clone Wars

I’m Sorry Anakin—How Anakin got his scar

Bad Batch

Older Sister—Omega befriends my Jedi Youngling OC Maisy while the rest of CF99 are off on Raxus and becomes an older sister figure to the Jedi Youngling. *follows the show/test fic*

Our Love—Original Bad Batch story that introduces my Jedi Youngling Maisy and Padawan Wyyntrr OCs.

Better Half—Echo finds out about Fives

Family—Part 2 of Better Half

Arcane

New Friend— Fix it fic

Sisters of Mine— Female child reader insert that mostly follows the show.

Jungle Book

A Chance Encounter—Request

*Fics in white are one shots*

*Fics in red are discontinued*

*Fics in blue are multi-chapter*

Scene Comparisons

Arcane/Bad Batch

Left Behind Scene

—Part 1

—Part 2

Eavesdropping/Listening to a Conversation Scene

—Part 1

—Part 2