#Silco x m!reader

[lovesickf-fics]

Hiiii I'm back again 👉🏻👈🏻 the silco brainworm has been controlling my every thought for a while now so I was wondering if I could request something with male reader x silco!

OKIE SO. I'm thinking like, alpha male reader who is very "not like other alphas" very quiet very calm very unassuming. And silco and him have developed some sort of friendship, to the point omega silco would definitely trust being around him in his heat. And reader took advantage of that trust and violated him in his most vulnerable moment. (Rape/noncon/nonconsensual mating bite)

OOKEEE THAT'S ALL I HOPE IT'S NOT TOO HEHE👉🏻👈🏻 - 🐺anon

Wolf in sheeps clothing

tw : noncon!, aob dynamics, nesting, heat, manipulation, coercion, scenting, mate marking, non con mating bite, blood mentions, knotting, light slapping, crying, drooling, praise, manhandling

character(s) mentioned : Silco (arcane)

reader pronouns : He/him

summary : the early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese, playing the long game works in your favour because now there's a pathetic hole ready for you, and it begs for it despite saying no

a/n : Oh wolfie, you are beyond good. This ask made me so excited to write (despite it taking ages) Thank you soso much, and i hope you like it!

It took months, almost a whole year, but befriending silco had done wonders in the long run for him. Sure, as an alpha, he could have just overpowered silco and forced him down and taken everything he'd wanted but that ruins the fun of it.

Being an odd alpha means getting into omega groups is easy. All he had to do was not act all intimidating and "knothead" like, and most omegas treated him like a friend, silco was no different.

All it took was for him to not outright growl at the omega and also not bare his teeth, simply keeping himself respectful and friendly got him next to the omega almost immediately.

Within 6 months, he was allowed to lean close to Silco, getting a whiff of his scent on days too busy for the omega to hide it as carefully, on weeks close to his heat, the alpha could practically taste him.

Acting calm on those days earned him even more brownie points, what a kind and collected alpha, nothing like the rest. It was subtle, the way his eyes would widen a little, mouth hanging open a little as he pauses mid sentence, but it worked.

Almost 9 months since their meeting originally it happened. They were in silco's office, and it happened. Silco went red in the face, the only skin unaffected being his scar, and then the smell hit him.

Silco went into heat, and he was just a desk away, He was up in seconds, practically jumping over the desk so he stands tall infront of a whimpering sat silco.

Silco barely manages to gasp out in shock, choking on the drool that's building in his mouth. Going into heat around an alpha is always so much more intensifying, and right now, silco is horrified, wet, and so desperate to get as close and as far away from the alpha thats stood next to him

He watches as silco struggles, fighting natural urges is like tearing yourself apart from the inside out, especially for an omega in heat.

Silco's legs tremble, he falls out his chair and he's shaking his head yet when he steps closer all silco does is keen, sat on the floor ready for his alpha.

It doesn't take him long to lift silco, who is wiggling and struggling but with some effort he drags the omega to his own private quaters, a nest laid ontop of the bed and dipping down onto the floor

Silco is mumbling for him to stop, how he can't be in there and how the alpha isnt the one who is to see it, that makes him twitch a little.

Not to see it, as if he hadn't been the best thing in silco's life for months, like he hadn't earned this. He threw silco down, knowing the nest would be soft enough not to hurt him in a way he didn't mean.

When silco landed, he started scurrying backwards, trying to be as small as possible, to avoid his fate. If it wasn't useless, it would probably have been cute

He approaches silco again, the same way he has for months, and he smiles, entering the nest and ignoring the whimper that causes from the omega. The whole area stinks of silco, clothes and pillows piled up in different areas, the whole room a pheremonal mess of desperation, and it was getting to him through the tent in his trousers.

Silco in the corner, mumbling no's and stop's, did nothing but fuel whatever heat was in his stomach, the whole room telling him the opposite of what the omega was saying.

With the smells getting to him now, he wasted no time, cornering the omega in his own nest, grabbing his ankle and tugging silco down so he is directly underneath him, the omega almost yelps, biting his own lip to try hide it.

None of that mattered when he could smell the rush of slick that his actions caused, leaning down and tugging the omegas clothes off, a few of the buttons popping but surprisingly most of silco's clothes stayed in tact, just another reason he was better than any other alpha.

With silco under him, he grabbed him by the hips and changed their alignment, now pushing his bulge against silco's wet hole, the heat making him pulse and the smell making him dizzy in the best way

Flipping silco around came like second nature, barely a blink between the barrier of clothes between the omegas cunt and himself to the hot feeling of skin on skin as he slipped inside.

Instinct took over, the clichés didn't lie when they talked about overwhelming urges and animalistic behaviours.

Hunched over the omega, gripping his waist with an iron grip and slamming his hips over and over and over, ignoring the cries from below, it felt like it was written as perfection, the overwhelmingness of it all tripped him further into a domineering threat, biting down at the shoulders, neck, and any skin in reach, hips never pausing to the point that each thud had a small ache with each connection

Silco was crying, drooling and leaking, every hole was wet and slick and shiny, he stank of pathetic pheromones, and the omega was trying so hard to move, but each slam of the alphas cock inside him rendered him shakey and his instincts kept him underneath and open for the intrusion he begged to stop.

From waist to ass, scratching and slapping at the shape that the alpha hadnt seen clearly, silco had the habit of dressing clothes that hid his naturally omega like body and he was realising why now, he never would have lasted nine months next to this had he realised.

Silco was desperate, bleeding from some of the bite marks, hiccuping sobs that were interrupted by moans from the stretch coming from the knot forming against the edge of his hole, each thrust sending it closer and closer to locking them in, locking them together.

He moves them now, pulling silco up so they're vertical, using the position to slam the omega down harder, nails leaving cuts where they dig in and teeth finding the crook of silco's neck.

Silco's moans are close to screams now, his tears, sweat and drool mixing across his cheeks and chin, and the final tipping point is the bite. The mating bite that sends silco into an orgasm, his hole pouring with slick to help the knot in, cum dribbling down his omega cock, covering his stomach and sheets as he gargles on the word please

He pushes the knot in, his own orgasm coming to him as he breeds the body he holds, pulse after pulse never stopping his hips, now just rutting into the hole that keeps him there.

Silco will hate him for a bit, but for now he wonders if that was enough to gets pups out of the pathetic and almost passed out omega

[oceansssblue]

Silco x Male Reader, Silco hires him as a bar assistant, after a while he can't imagine life without him

Not a lot of Silco x male character out there, so happy to do this request! Mentions of reader having "messy" hair and big eyes (otherwise neutral). This is just a little cute one!

Xx, Blue.

"EXTRA ICE" – SILCO/MALE READER 💖

WARNINGS: mentions of poverty and alcohol. this one is mainly fluffy.

It's winter. It should be cold as fuck this far down the Underground; and yet, the green, toxic fumes makes the air feel warm and charged.

You try to take the minimum breaths necessary while you walk through this part of Zaun. You've got your bandana drapped over your nose and mouth, knot tightened up at the base of your head. Though you're aware it won't save you from one type of lung afliction or another in the long run, you'd like to delay it as much as possible. You'd like the chance of growing old.

The Last Drop feels almost as a relief by now. The floors are somewhat sticky, the wooden countertop and the few chairs scarced around creak an old tune, and every once in a while a few unsavory incidents happen here and there; but with Silco's goons around it's a safe place as any, and the work brings you money –more than you've ever earned in the Underground–.

You're used to the rutine by now. You've been working as a bartender in The Drop for a year now; quickly adjusting to your new job without flinching, knowing this kind of oportunity only comes once in a while. You'd ducked your face down, focusing on the cleaning-serving drinks part of the job and ignoring the rumours and fights that seemed to become inherent to the place. It's not your business –rather Silco's–, and you better not get involved in that. For your sake.

You serve drink after drink for hours with little rest. Your own throat feels dehidrated; your hands are stinging with the effort of too many glasses cleaned, skin raw. It's almost sunset; almost time to make the finest whisky with extra ice.

You shoot more tired smiles and toss comments here and there and signal Thieram you're going up after a while. He nods and you leave him at the bar, making your way through the stairs onto the second floor. The private one. Silco's.

The guards outside don't even bother asking and they step aside. They know your rutine by now as well.

You step inside, humming lost in thoughts at the sight of small scraps of metal and wood scarced inf the floor by the sofa. Looks like Jinx has been entertaining herself here. Between that and the hundred things on Silco's desk, the place is a bit of a mess.

You set things into order in a handfull of minutes. You organize Jinx's stuff into neat piles, depending on the material or it's function, putting everything in a box and leaving it back in the floor for her. You take special caution with the desk; making sure no paper is altered in its order and just cleaning a bit around. You make space for the alcohol; and you make your way down again with two empty glasses in hand and a bag of garbage to get rid off.

You give Thieram a pat on the shoulder to let him know you're back and get back to bartending. Your individual private task of the day is done, and soon, you'll be heading home.

You welcome the night with a big, tired smile on your face. Your hands and lower back hurt, your mouth feels dry and you're plainly exhausted. Your stomach has been making noises for quite a while too; reminding you that you can't go on and on without eating something. Gaining some strength back.

The bar is almost empty by now; just a few regulars lingering around. Thieram is the one tasked with closing this month, though; so you say your goodbye and walk out of The Drop.

It's nice to breathe "fresh" air now, after hours spent inside the bar. You close your eyes and take a few seconds to relax.

The voice by your side almost makes you jump.

After a stressfull afternoon –he never would have guessed being a crime lord would mean dealing with this many problems– Silco's hair is untidy, just like the way he left his desk. His desk is surprisingly organised and clean now, though; which can only mean the new bartender had been here.

Silco calls him "new" in his head because he's still not used to him. He's still searching for him every time he enteres the room as if it were the first day. He still finds himself surprised when he sees he's still there, soldiering through the long hours and the dirty fights and the dangerous stories. He had given him a month max.

Yet, you had done everything right. You didn't complain, didn't pry, just sid your job precisely like you should and left. On and on and on for daya that turned into weeks that turned into months. At some point, you had started to do all this little –but heartwarming– details for him –the organising, cleaning, bringing something to eat, or even things for Jinx to built with–; and now... Now it was not "new", because Silco had definitly grown used to them, but not to his feelings for you.

You were a simple guy. And perhaps that was what made you special; you hold no lies, he felt safe around you, no need to pretend or shield himself. No more than he did unconsciously, at least. Although you could hold yourself on a fight –he had watched that unfortunate incident happen twice–, you weren't violent, or cruel, or any of the things most of the zaunites had been forced to fall in shape with. You weren't naive, but you were... That, normal. A good guy with a good heart and just the necessary touch of Underground sharpness.

Silco blows the smoke of his cigar away, studying the way you close your eyes and drop your head back to close your eyes at the –very far away– sky. You seem relieved now that the day is over; probably glad to be able to go back home and get some well deserved rest. Silco knows where you live –too close to the Lanes to his liking–; it's still quite of a walk from here.

He doesn't want you to go yet.

"How do you memorize every single order?" He asks, hiding his amused smile at the way your body tenses in surprise, at how your big eyes widen even further.

"Shit, you scared me boss" you chuckles, bringing a hand to your chest and shooting him a bright smile –is someone ever that happy to see him, besides Jinx?–. "I give funny names to the patreons, so it's easier to associate it with their drink".

You don't seem to be too fased to know that this question means Silco has been watching you. Paying attention.

Silco wonders if you like that attention.

"For example" you continue. "The old guy with the gap between his teeth?"

Silco nods quietly, and you grin proudly.

"I call him Whistle".

The way you proclaim it almost makes Silco laugh, but instead, he smiles. A side one, a small tug of the corner of his lips that seem to make you even prouder.

You chuckle and shake your head, making the mess of your hair even messier. He likes that about you too, the way each strand seem to follow it's own direction. It's kind of endearing, he thinks. He has never told you anything similar.

"What did you name me to remember my order, then?" he asks, somewhat curious, yet somehow fearing the answer.

You take a few seconds too long to respond, which makes Silco think it is nothing but a lie.

"I didn't... You're the boss, and whisky is pretty simple to remember, so..." you shrug, smiling hesitantly.

Silco can see through your nervousness easily.

"I sugest you try again, with the truth this time" he gives him another chance, taking another breath from his cigar.

You sigh in defeat, smiling apologetically.

"I, uh... Icy Fire. You know, because of the extra ice to your whisky and..."

"The red eye" Silco ends for him.

You must interpret his silence for discomfort or anger, because you quickly jump to excuse yourself.

"I promiss yours is not a mocking name though, boss! I actually like the dual eye thing, you know..."

"Ah, you do..."

He could stop you now, but it's fun to watch you squirm.

"Yeah, yes, I mean, it's kinda' scary but hot at the same time" you blurt out, insisting inmediately, just before realising what exactly have you said out loud.

Silco chuckles this time, he can't help it. The wide eye expresion on your face... Priceless.

"Tell me" he takes a few steps towards you, before you're able to try to make your way out of it. "Is it just the eye you find hot about your boss?"

Your jaw drops, probably not expecting the seductive tone on his voice, the intention hiding beneath it. You doubt, not sure if you want a real answer or if this is all a joke, a way of having a laugh at your comment. You answer, however, if still unsure.

"I, uh... Nah, boss, your fine all around".

This time Silco is the one surprised. He hadn't expected you to give in; to tell him that plainly and directly. You seem hesitant, wary if you had over stepped or not; but he just hums pleasantly.

Ah, so he really does have a chance with you.

Silco stands closer and carefully drapes your well-used bandana over your nose, caressing the skin on the way. Studying the way you seem to tremble at the touch.

Perhaps he'd get the chance to see more of that soon.

"The next time you bring me my drink, stay".

He's back inside The Drop before he has given you time to answer.

He can't imagine his days without you by now... but perhaps he could start with a small personal conversation first.

THE END.

Hey, two in a row! I just got one more silco x male request and I'll jump back to star wars clones. See ya around!

[sadiesdoll]

sevika with a breeding kink. ♡

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

sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ | 2 |

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

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

Enjoy ♡

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

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

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

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

She groans, "Those fuckin' assholes cheated."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes darken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You won me," you shrug dramatically.

And something snaps in her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her silence is loud.

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

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

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

She's quiet for a beat. Then:

"You don't get it."

You blink. "What?"

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

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

 "I wanna fuckin' put a baby in you."

You freeze. "...Huh?"

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

You open your mouth but no sound comes out.

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

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

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

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

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

You shudder. "Sevika-"

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

Your breath stutters, thighs clenching. She feels it.

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

You try to say something smart. Anything.

But your brain is gone.

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

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

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

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

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

You gasp, nails digging into her shoulders.

She grins—sharp, unhinged.

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

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

Click.

You both freeze.

The front door creaks open.

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

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

Jinx blinks.

“…You good?"

part 2 is out now ♡

criticism and ideas are heavily appreciated (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

thank you for reading! ♡

[fics4fags]

Please write more, this is so good 🖤

“Bar Tabs & Bandages.” Silco x Male reader

A/N: This is my first fanfic I hope you guys enjoy :3

Working under Silco and the Eye of Zaun, you never imagined the two of you would get along—polar opposites in every way. Silco, with his calm, calculating demeanor, could keep even the most unruly of his men in check without raising his voice, while you were the kind of person who couldn’t resist poking the bear. You found his cold professionalism amusing to test, and it drove him mad. The only reason you were here was to pay off your debt.

You still weren’t sure why he saved you during the enforcer raid all those months ago, dragging your bleeding body back to The Last Drop instead of leaving you to die in the gutter like everyone else. Maybe he just wanted another soldier for his growing army. Or maybe he saw potential in you. Either way, here you were, stuck under his roof and his rules. Not that you were complaining. It was better than the alternative—at least here, you had regular meals and a bed, which was more than most in Zaun could say. Still, being beholden to Silco grated on your nerves, even if you found a certain satisfaction in testing his patience whenever you could.

Lately, though, you’d noticed a change. Silco seemed less irritated by your constant sarcasm, meeting your remarks with an exasperated eye roll or even, on rare occasions, a wry quip of his own. You weren’t sure what to make of it. Maybe he was getting used to you, or maybe your banter was finally wearing him down.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

One evening, Silco was hunched over his desk, a lit cigar between his lips as he traced a blueprint of Zaun’s streets. The Chem Barons were at each other’s throats again, and you could tell from the tension in his shoulders that the situation was weighing on him. He didn’t look up when Sevika burst into the room, dragging you in by the arm like a misbehaving child.

“This is the third time this week, Boss,” she snapped, shoving you forward. “He keeps picking fights in the bar. I’m sick of it.”

Silco lifted his head slowly, exhaling a cloud of smoke. His mismatched eyes flicked to you, then back to Sevika. “Leave him here. I’ll deal with him.”

Sevika hesitated, clearly annoyed that she wouldn’t get to rough you up, but eventually stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Silco leaned back in his chair, studying you with a mix of irritation and amusement. “You have a knack for getting yourself all messed up, don’t you?” His voice was smooth, with just a hint of mockery.

You shrugged, wiping the blood from your nose with the sleeve of your coat. “This one had it coming. Should’ve kept his mouth shut.”

Silco sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stood. “Maybe you should learn to control that temper of yours. I don’t need you bleeding all over my floor.” He moved to a drawer, pulling out a cloth.

You couldn’t resist. “It gives the place some character.”

That earned a scoff from him as he stepped in front of you. Silco knelt slightly, pressing the cloth to your nose. His touch was firm but surprisingly gentle, and you couldn’t help but notice how close he was—close enough to catch the scent of his cologne mingling with the sharp tang of cigar smoke.

“You can’t keep picking fights,” he said, his voice low. “Sevika’s already on edge with the way you speak to our patrons.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe Sevika should mind her own business.”

That earned you a sharp look. Silco’s hand moved to your jaw, his fingers firm but not harsh as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. “That is her business. You’d do well to respect that and rein in that attitude of yours.”

You gritted your teeth but stayed silent, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours. He continued cleaning your face, his movements methodical despite the tension crackling in the air. When the cloth pressed against a particularly sore spot, you hissed and tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

“Quit squirming,” he growled.

“I’m capable of patching myself up, y’know,” you muttered, glaring at him.

Silco smirked, dropping the cloth onto his desk. He leaned forward, his hands braced on either side of your chair, boxing you in. The intensity in his gaze made your breath hitch.

“Oh, you’re capable, are you?” His voice was silken, dripping with sarcasm. “Then why did you let me help?”

Your chest tightened at the question, and your usual sharp tongue failed you. Silco’s smirk deepened, and he tilted his head, studying your face. “You wanted my help, didn’t you, doll?”

“That’s ridiculous,” you mumbled, looking away.

Silco’s hand caught your chin, gently but firmly turning your face back to him. “Oh, it’s entirely ridiculous,” he said, his tone mocking but without malice. His thumb brushed against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

For once, you were at a loss for words. This side of Silco—soft, almost tender—was something you’d never expected to see. And yet, you couldn’t deny the way your body leaned into his touch, craving more.

“Maybe I enjoyed being taken care of,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Silco hummed, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your cheek. “Maybe I enjoy taking care of you,” he murmured.

The air between you grew heavy, the tension almost suffocating. Silco leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours. “Now,” he said, his voice a low drawl, “are you going to stop fighting in my bar?”

You swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “No more fights. Promise.”

Silco chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. “Good boy.”

The words sent a jolt through you, making your legs feel like jelly. Before you could overthink it, you grabbed his lapels and pulled him down into a kiss. Silco responded immediately, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss with a low groan.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily. Silco straightened his coat, his expression calm despite the flush on his cheeks. “Don’t let me catch you out of line again,” he warned, his voice steady but tinged with amusement. “If you persist, I’ll handle you differently.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at that. Maybe one more bar fight wouldn’t hurt, just to see what he meant.

[abbyslovergirlxo]

Intrusion

Sevika x Ambessa x Reader

Word count: 3.9k

synopsis; You, the pretty enforcer are tasked with retrieving very important documents from none other than Lead Commander Ambessa Merdarda. Sounds rather easy, until you see Silco’s right hand woman bent over her desk.

(Tw; dom!Ambessa, softdom!Sevika, wlw, overstimulation, degradation, enforcer!reader, strap on, sex, biting, sub!reader, sub!Sevika, crying)

Song: Love is a bitch, Two face

Side note: lmk if you guys like this and I’ll do another ambessa/sevika one shot. tbh I’m obsessed with them so I’ll probably drop it anyways lol. Also I’ve never watched the show so if anything is inaccurate don’t hate me, the characters are just fine shit. Anyways, hope u enjoy 🫶

When you first walked into the tall building, you hadn’t expected today to be such a troublesome one. Your commanding officer has tasked you with retrieving a few important documents from Lead Commander, Ambessa Merdarda. When given the task you did well to hide your excitement but nonetheless it was there. You had seen Ambessa, as an enforcer she was starting to become a regular face to be greeted by. But you’d never come close to her and the idea of that was intoxicating. You’d heard rumors about her, the war lord who never took no for an answer and never knew defeat. You’d admired her, her ruthlessness made her one of the most praised women in the world. One day you’d hoped to become as renowned as her. Knowing it was wrong and out of turn, you wondered if you’d be able to ask her a few questions about her strategies when you made it to her office.

The walls were decorated with precise and intricate details. White and blue and gold peeked all over. Sunlight peered in through the huge windows, everything about it screamed luxury. You nodded your head off to the guards posted at the large grand doors that led to the wing with Ambessa’s office.

Your heart jumped out of your chest over and over as you neared that golden and blue door. But you found courage once you reached it, letting off two swift knocks. Silence was all that met you. You decided to be a bit patient, not wanting to barge in. But as the minutes passed you remembered your commander's voice in the back of your head, pestering you about just how important it was that you got them.

Minutes kept slipping so with a slight irritation slipping over you, you respectively knocked two more times. There was a bit more force behind it this time but respectful of course. More silence was accompanied by it. You bit your lip, anxious and worried.

You knew that it wasn’t your fault that the Lead Commander hadn’t answered despite it being known that she was in her office. But you also knew the higher ups rarely cared about ‘excuses’ like such. If you were lucky you’d get chewed out in front of your comrades.

Usually you took any consequences head on, no matter how obscene, like the good soldier you were. But something made your stomach churn to delay the delivery of something of such urgency. You took a deep breath, telling yourself that she’ll understand.

I ’m not knocking the door down or anything, she won’t mind…just open the door

You tried to have your thoughts aid your anxieties and it almost worked until you remembered the scowl on her face a week earlier when a fellow enforcer had approached her disrespectfully. Just the remembrance of such a glare sent shivers down your spine.

Somewhat cowardly, you decided to suck up whatever would inevitably be thrown at you when you showed up with no papers. Disappointed, you put your head down, ready to turn.

Until a muffled groan slipped past the confines of the large door. If it hadn’t been for how observant you were, you undoubtedly would’ve missed it. But upon hearing it you flinched. Worry and fear overtook at the idea of what it could’ve been.

Was Ambessa ok? Had someone slipped into her office and hurt her? Is that why she couldn’t come to the door?

Without so much as a second thought, you bolted through the door, gun raised and finger steady over the trigger.

Any heroism brewing inside of you preparing to ‘save the day’ instantly dissipates. The scene in front of you was so lewd that you couldn’t do anything besides immediately re-holster your gun and attempt to leave. Unfortunately the attempt was halted, the panting voice of Ambessa reaching you.

“ Close the door. Turn around.”

For a second, you let your mind roam over the possibilities this could end with. You cursed yourself for your listening skills, wishing you’d never heard that noise in the first place. You remembered your comrades talking about some rather obscene things they’ve walked in on and they found pretending worked best.

In a last ditch effort, you kept your eyes pointed at the large door. Hand still clutching the handle.

“ I was simply coming to retrieve the documents for Commander Brinman. I apologize for my intrusion, due to the noise, I assumed there was trouble. I will take my leave immediately and return to retrieve them later today if able, Commander Merdarda.”

You heard a chuckle followed by a whine to which you presumed was the brown skinned woman bent over the table, the ones whose legs shook slightly…

You shook your head slightly, cursing yourself once again for the blush that crept on your face.

“ I didn’t ask you for any of that information, little one. Close the door and turn around. That’s an order.”

Desperately you let out one last attempt. Your voice came out weak this time, that soldier formality leaving you.

“ I promise you, Commander Merdarda, that absolutely nothing that has taken place in this office today shall leave it. I swear it.”

“ Well I could’ve told you that. You don’t seem the chatty type, clearly not the listening type either… I won’t repeat myself on my previous orders.”

Her voice sounded less patient this time, so reluctantly you closed the door. The loud click sounded throughout the room, and not a moment after you turned your body to face them. Embarrassment settled on your face as you still refused to actually look, your eyes trained at the floor.

“ Eyes up here, don’t be so rude.”

The moment you looked up, she was already staring at you. Your chest rose and fell a bit faster upon seeing the sight, again. Ambessa stood proudly, muscles and chest exposed for you to see. And though her counterpart did also seem to have muscle you immediately deduced that she wasn’t in the same state Ambessa was. Her hair fell over her face, pants crumpled around her ankles as she lay there, still shaking.

Ambessa smiled at you, but it was clear that it wasn’t a friendly one.

“ Look, we have a guest. Have some manners, or do you undercity dogs not have any of those?”

The harshness yet playfulness in her tone made you shift your legs slightly, still staring at Ambessa. The woman beneath her simply grumbled something but you didn’t catch it. It was hard when your heartbeat was thrumming out of your ears practically.

Ambessa rolled her eyes, using her large hand to tug at the hair of the woman. Another grumble left her, this time clearly more strangled. Guiding her head to look up at you, you nearly collapsed onto the floor upon seeing her face. Sure a few strands still protected her but you’d know that face anywhere.

Any enforcer would. Sevika, Silcos right hand woman. Instantly you scrunch your face up at the sight, luckily Ambessa was nice enough to drop her head back onto the desk, of course not before she forced a ‘hello’ out of her.

“ What to do with you now, hm?”

That question alone was enough for you to not care that Noxus’s Lead Commander was fucking a known criminal in her office, worried about your own fate.

“ Like I said, Commander, I’ve seen nothing. I’ll say nothing.”

She frowned, almost as if she was bored by such a response.

“ I thought we already discussed that. I think you’d be much more interesting with all those clothes off.”

The blush you fought so hard to keep down came back with a vengeance. You stammered over your words but nothing actually came out. You peered over at Sevika, noticing that Ambessa was in fact still inside of her.

“ C-commander… I’m a s-soldier…”

“ Soldiers don’t like getting fucked?”

Your insides boiled at the thought. Your mind fed you images of your legs open, trembling like Sevikas, Ambessa large hands able to reach every and anywhere. It should’ve made you recoil, have you running out of the office and shouting for anyone nearby to come and see the ungodly actions happening in this very room. But it didn’t. It made your breath hitch. Desire pounced at you over and over. You’d always been trained to be the perfect, obedient, and efficient soldier. But there was nothing perfect about the way you gave in so easily to that little voice inside of your head.

You’d be lying if you said everything about the sight of them didn’t make your knees weak. You’d always preferred women but there were no women like Sevika and Ambessa where you’d come from. The disgust you felt for that Zaunite hunched over that desk held no weight against your attraction for her.

“ Well, child, what’ll be?”

“ Nobody will find out…right?”

Ambessa smiled evilly at the question. Yet she ignored it all together. She knew you were going to strip anyway. She knew it the moment you locked the door on your own will, she’d never told you to do that. And oh how she loved the look on your face as you accepted your situation, deciding that Ambessa was never going to give you such security in her answer.

Slowly but carefully you tugged at your clothes. Something Ambessa also hadn’t instructed. She held back a sly comment, picking up on how eager you were. And she didn’t miss the way Sevika clenched around her suddenly, as she watched you strip off the rest of your clothes. You hadn’t noticed either of their staring but god did you feel it.

If your parents were here they’d be so disappointed in you, hands trembling as you showcase your bare body to two women who looked like they were looking at dinner. But you had no space to harbor such a thought, not when Ambessas braid swung slightly, beckoning you over. You moved swiftly, that certain soldier walk about you.

“ Quite nice…”

Ambessa shamelessly checked you out, her eyes lingering concerningly long on your breast. You simply shrink beneath her gaze, her very presence demanding authority. And you saw no reason to grant her anything other than that.

“ How lucky I am, I’ll have to thank Brinman for sending such a pretty one. Alright Sevika, be a little useful for once. Make sure to devour her properly.”

“ Lay down for me then, pretty.”

You’d never heard her voice before. You hadn’t expected it to sound so enticing. Her low eyes and hanging hair made you desperate to be devoured, even if it was by a criminal. You nodded quickly, nervously laying on the desk, your pretty legs spread in front of a bent over Sevika. Ambessa pressed the strap deeper inside at the sight of it causing Sevika to grip the table. The sight the Wolf had infront of her made her want to eat you both alive. From her view she could see everything, your nervous face as Sevika trailed kisses up your thigh, Sevikas sweaty back exposed and flexing as she moved about. She also couldn’t miss the way your cunt clenched around nothing as the Zaunite got closer to that spot that you really needed to be touched.

As planned, the moment Sevika finally did start licking vigorously at your clit, Ambessa started her thrust back up again. Her pace was brutal, even you could tell despite the loud whines that slipped past your mouth. Sevika moaned aggressively into you, not able to contain herself.

“ Look at you two, filthy.”

“ o-oh god…commander–”

You moaned out for Ambessa despite the intense eye contact you held with Sevika. Her grey eyes bore into yours and you worried that alone might get you off faster. If Sevika had a piece of sanity left she would’ve told you to say her name, moan it out in that pornographic tone of yours. But Ambessa was ruthless, hitting her in all the right places. And this pace was no issue for her, her stamina was horrid and she had no signs of fatigue. Sevika trembled and pushed against her rhythmically, not wanting the pleasure to end.

Her eyes rolled repeatedly, struggling to hold that eye contact with you. But you didn’t mind it, quite the opposite. It made you bite your lip at the thought that every vibration that she set off into you was because of the tall woman behind her. To know every time she rolled her eyes she was closer to the edge, drove you crazy. You almost pulled at her hair, wanting her even closer. But cowardice struck your heart, secretly intimated of the strong wanted criminal from Zaun.

Pleasure overwhelmed you as Sevika continued, her face now drenched from everything you were giving her. You whined at the sight, noticing the wet glisten on her nose and chin.

Your hips bucked at her mouth over and over and over. Until that burning sensation was becoming unbearable.

Obedient as ever, you wailed out a request. Ambessa watched hungrily as your legs shook around Sevikas head, wetness dripping onto her leg from Sevikas cunt.

“ please! can I…c-can I come?”

“ I’m not the one between your legs.”

With tears in your eyes and your hands clenched, desperate to not let go until someone, anyone, told you that it was ok. Sevika nearly melted seeing the way you pleaded with her before even saying anything, your lips trembling. Her own orgasm was approaching quickly.

“ p-please…sevika…”

Through broken moans and stutters, “ yes…god yes.”

Ambessa smiled as you whispered a pathetic thank you, your body at war with itself while you finished all over her face. Ambessa could tell she was close, it was obvious from how hard she was pulling it in. Sevika still ate at you desperately despite you having come, instead of relenting she simply pulled your thighs in with her arms, trapping you.

Ambessa had told her to devour you properly, and she wasn’t going to do anything but that. She did falter at her speed for a second, once she heard Ambessa demand for her to finish ‘all over her cock’ and quote.

You whimpered out pleads and begs, but neither listened. All you could do was paw at her strong forearms which clearly was no match for you. And Sevika hadn’t even noticed the scratch marks you gave her, her own orgasm so intense that she was lost in it. And being the cutting woman she was, Ambessa fucked her throughout all of it, until she was satisfied with the alien sounds she pulled from Sevikas throat.

Sevika did stop once Ambessa pulled out, heaving and shaking. And yet she did manage enough energy to leave a few extra peppered kisses on your wobbly thighs.

“ Who would’ve known the brave enforcer made such noises?”

Her voice was one of pure velvet, it made something rush through you. Everything about Ambessa made you go crazy. Yet you didn’t respond, ignoring Ambessa who now was behind you, head in your neck leaving bruises on it. You only whined, breathing rapidly. Her rough hands rubbed all around your breast and stomach.

“ What would your comrades think? You’ve just opened your legs to a wanted criminal, quite easily as well. Did you enjoy it? Having a Zaunite eat your cunt?”

Her words were so vile and you had no answers for her. You couldn’t even think straight, let alone entertain such nasty comments. Instead you opted to begging, not caring how filthy you looked in front of them anymore.

“ can I have more, please?”

Ambessa noticed now that your begging was no longer only directed towards her, your desperation for permission now being sought out from both of them. She didn’t mind. If anything it made her day a whole lot more interesting.

She smirked into your neck before pulling away, looking down at Sevika who no longer was bent over. Instead she now stood tall too, her naked body making you blush. Sevika knew she held no authority when it came to Ambessa, it was obvious. But you? Those lustful eyes peering up at her, awaiting any instruction, so long as it meant they touched you, drove her further into corruption.

Ambessa simply stared at Sevika, allowing her to answer.

“ Since you asked so nicely. Go ahead and open these up for me.”

She tapped at your thighs that you now had shut. Obediently, you opened them. Ambessa left your side, making you miss how warm she was. You heard her rummaging through something behind you before you saw her hand Sevika a stark black toy. Your arousal spilled down your legs as you patiently watched and waited. You grew alive with anticipation as you watched Ambessa grip the back of Sevika’s neck, whispering something in her ear. It left you curious after seeing the way Sevika’s eyes furrowed and she clenched Ambessa’s wrist desperately, nodding softly.

Ambessa left her to come back to your side, this time though she towered over you, cupping your face in her hand. It was surprisingly gentle, the way she rubbed her thumb back and forth. She studied you, finding it enticing how pliable you were, legs open and ready for them to do anything to you. She wanted to leave you clawing at the floor by the time she was done with you and from the way you easily slumped into her hands, she knew she could.

All that distraction made you oblivious to Sevika having a strap now attached to her as well. Sevika walked in front of you, pulling your legs suddenly so that your cunt was mere inches away from her cock. You bit your lip, one hand gripping the table and the other squeezing Ambessa’s wrist that now sat on either side of your face.

Sevika smiled down at you, allowing you to finally get a clear view of her gapped teeth. You nearly swooned at the sight of it. You hadn’t noticed how gorgeous she truly looked with all the hair that previously stuck to her face. But now you could see everything, her plump breast, her large thighs and strong arms, and that fucking smile.

“ Just relax, sweetheart. I know you’ll do good.” She dipped two fingers inside of you causing you to let out a small moan. Sevika made sure to get every bit of them wet, it wasn’t difficult at all, the constantly leaking proving just how good her tongue had been to you. She almost didn’t want to pull out, loving how warm you were inside. But that all went out the door the moment she saw you throw you back after she drew sticky circles around your clit lazily.

“ You’re so fucking wet, I was that good?”

You nodded mindlessly, grinding your ass softly against the desk. Ambessa gripped your chin gently causing you to suddenly open your eyes.

“ Manners, little one. She asked you a question.”

“ yesss,i-it’s so good, it’s a-all sooo good…”

You struggled to get it all out, broken up but moans and wails. The speed of her fingers was blinding by now. But she didn’t want you to cum, not yet. She ripped her fingers away, giving a faux sympathetic glance.

Sevika gripped your thighs as she lined the toy up with your cunt, making a slight show of the sounds it made as it moved back and forth between your lips. You bucked your hips desperate to actually put it inside, you didn’t have to wait long before she was sinking it all the way in. She was slow to enter, sure to not hurt you. But she assumed that’d be difficult to do considering you were practically drenched.

Ambessa itched with lust as she watched the way Sevikas thrust picked up, her stomach flexing and growing wet from you. You moaned out her name hoarsely, grateful that finally something was being done.

“ So pretty… this cunt is fuckin—- ngh… perfect.”

Sevika groaned out, feeling the harness rub against her throbbing clit. She looked up at Ambessa, eyelids low and mouth hung open, panting.

“ Fuck her faster.”

She didn’t dare disobey, picking up the speed immediately. You cried out, feeling it hit inside of you even deeper. Your poor cunt clenched around it, hungry for more. Your whole body felt hot to the touch. You thought you were going to die, not sure how much longer you could hold on despite her having just started.

Sevika moved your legs so that they rose straight up, pulling you even deeper allowing her thrust to drive you insane. You felt her hot breaths against your calf, her breast brushing against your bare skin. Her moans grew louder but it was impossible to overtake yours, your throat ripping out the most obscene noises. You met her thrust as best as you could, knowing you could never get enough of the pleasure she was giving you, even if it was overwhelming.

“ C’mere.”

You felt Ambessa suddenly capture your lips, pulling your head up slightly to ravage you. She tasted like honey and you moaned into her. Her hands roamed all over, cupping your breast that bounced vigorously. She bit at your bottom lip, relishing in the way you whined her name, not commander, her name.

“ ambessaaa.”

She secretly crumpled at sound. Typically she’d have corrected you, and told you to do better with your etiquette. But she couldn’t bother with that when you were shaking now, you and Sevikas orgasm clearly close.

“ fuckkkk! m-m gonn— no!”

You screamed louder than ever, still desperately kissing at Ambessa’s scarred face. The pair admired your discipline, fighting off the orgasm that you knew threatened to spill at any moment.

“ ‘bessa! s-sevikaa! can I— cum! can I please?”

Sevika was so far gone, ignoring your question. She stuttered her thrust, biting into your ankle as her orgasm grew closer. Ambessa gave uncharacteristic sympathy, filling in for her. She leaned down even closer, whispering in your ear.

“ Sevika’s been doing such a good job, hasn’t she?”

A tear slipped down your face as you nodded, whimpering more and more. She kissed the tear away, loving how they so easily fell down your face.

“ So how about we let her cum first, have some etiquette? How about that?”

Quite sure it wasn’t a question, you only offered a pained yes. Sevika sped up slightly making you claw at Ambessa’s hand that rested on your breast. Sevika came silently, her mouth forming into an ‘o’ as she fucked herself through her orgasm while also fucking you.

You looked up at Ambessa, pleading. She shushed your cries, telling you to let go for her and Sevika. And Sevika despite being overstimulated continued to fuck you enthusiastically, refusing to not let your pussy cry for her again. And cry it did, you came so hard on her cock that you saw stars. Vision blurry and body weak, you trembled beneath both of their stares.

You heaved, struggling to catch your breath. But Ambessa noticed you trying to say something. She rubbed your face again leaving bruised kisses on your chest.

“ Speak up, mumbling won’t do much.”

“ more…please”

Sevika, whose chest also struggled to catch breath, made eye contact with Ambessa. Your mind was a heavy haze, not able to concentrate on anything. But you did capture Ambessa’s commanding voice.

“ You heard her, Sevika. Do it again.”

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COYOTE UGLY - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: When you’re not at the lab researching and developing Hextech, you’re in Zaun at the BDSM club Coyote Ugly as the bartender. Having this job ensures your team has enough money to continue working without any headaches. Well you’re in for a massive migraine since the man you’ve been in love with since you were kids is gonna find out about your dirty little secret.

warnings: secrets, bdsm etiquette, dom!viktor, love confessions, abelist comments (Viktor refers to himself in a negative light twice, referencing what others have called him) traffic light system, spanking, afab terms used for the smut section, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, squirting, I’m gonna write this as a 5 + 1 kinda deal. Ok? Ok. Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. This fic very obviously references Coyote Ugly (2000), and I know it is a bar in the movie but I didn't want to do a whole plotline on The Last Drop vs Coyote Ugly; and I didn't have the energy to write and characterize Silco LMAO. So I hope none of y'all are mad I tweaked it to be a BDSM club/bar instead. I've loved this movie ever since I was a kid. Now I'm tempted to do a Practical Magic (1998) fic too 😭😭

The Five Times Viktor Gets a Clue About You, and the One Time His Suspicions are Confirmed

One.

Viktor’s known you for almost two decades by this point. You’re well into your twenties and can do whatever you please. But Viktor’s got suspicions regarding you. Your excuses, your secrets. He knows you better than he knows himself.

So when you walk into the lab one day with a stack of cash, both Jayce and Viktor can’t help but look at you as if you were a project they were working on. You’ve peaked their curiosity and suspicion.

“So,” Viktor starts as you give the money to Jayce, and walk back to your desk, “Where did that money come from?”

You lightly scoff, “Don’t worry about it, V.”

“Of course I’m going to worry about it! That’s a lot of money miláček! Please tell me you got it legally.”

You whip around with a snort, “Don’t worry Viktor, it’s all legal. I just got paid from my second job. I already took a cut for myself; the rest I’m donating to the lab for our research.”

Viktor’s lips thin at that. You already took a cut for yourself and still had that much money to just… give away?

“Whatever you say, miláček.”

You’re gonna regret that. You’ve just peaked Viktor’s curiosity; and what’s the saying?

Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back.

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Two.

Viktor’s curiosity is peaked once more when he sees a glimmer of sparkle at your navel as your shirt rises, as you try to get something off the shelf for him.

Viktor hums as he puts his pen on the hem of your shirt to lift it a bit more. You gasp as a fresh breeze brushes against your abdomen.

“Whats this, hmm?”

You sputter a bit before dropping your arms and tugging your shirt down quickly, “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Your belly button is magical and shimmers on its own?”

You sarcastically hum, “How’d you know?” you add a dramatic gasp, just because you can. Viktor quirks an eyebrow at you, “You can just admit you got a piercing. Its quite common down in Zaun.”

“Whats the fun in that.” You pout, “I got it forever ago, a bit before we left for the Academy actually.”

“You got your navel pierced when you were seventeen, and I never found out about it until you were twenty-six and I was twenty-eight?”

You playfully shrug, “Guess you aren't as observant as you think you are.”

Viktor clenches his jaw, “Don’t tease me miláček. You won't like where you end up.”

“Try me.”

With that, you walk away with a sway to your hips as Viktor's grip on his pen tightens to the point he thinks it's going to snap in half.

You're going to regret that.

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Three.

“What is that?!” Jayce exclaims as you lounge on the couch, taking a small nap. “What? What! What're you screeching about Jayce?”

“That!” he squeaks, “On your lower back! Is that a…”

Viktor finishes the thought, “A tattoo?”

You twist your torso and look down. There's the perpetrator, a small tramp stamp that kind of looks like the Hexcores magic, and in the centre is a heart.

“Yeah.” you casually state as you go back to nap.

“Why does it look like the Hexcore?”

You take a quick peek over to Viktor before muttering, “Why not? I care about you guys and decided to get a tattoo to commemorate it.”

Jayce awes a bit but Viktor just narrows his eyes at you. There's more to it than just that. Because if not, then why did you put it in such a… risque place? Unless you wear low-rise pants or extremely cropped shirts; no one would ever see it.

Unless you're completely naked.

Viktor rubs his nose as you reposition yourself, your hip jutting out as your top rises even farther.

Viktor casually stands up and walks over to where you're resting on the labs couch. Lightly touching your lower back, he feels you flinch as he presses his hand harder onto the fully healed tattoo, “You must be cold, here. Let me fix that.”

And with that, Viktor pulls up the fleece blanket to cover your torso.

You look to Viktor and your eyes have darkened, your lids slightly narrowed. Your lips are lightly pursed as you examine Viktor. Viktor just smirks at you.

The longer this goes on, the more clues Viktor gets.

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Four.

Jayce keeps pacing in the lab. Back and forth, back and forth. Viktor is worried Jayce is going to wear the floor down to the baseboards.

“Are you okay?” Viktor quietly asks, looking at Jayce in concern. He's never seen him so… frazzled before.

“No. There's a small gathering happening later today with the council members and high-level individuals. There was supposed to be a bartender to make the meeting not as mind numbing but the one Mel booked previously is sick. Now we need to find a replacement for…”

Jayce looks at his watch and runs a hand through his hair, “Three hours from now.”

Before Viktor can put his two cents in, you pipe in, “I can do it.”

Jayce whips around to look at you, a manic gleam in his eyes, “You’re not joking, right? You can actually bartend.”

You nod once, “I can actually bartend.”

“Shes not lying Jayce. She was a part-time bartender at the Last Drop when… when Vander was the owner.

Both you and Viktor look down, Vander was a good man. He took care of everyone as if they were his own kids.

Jayce clears his throat, trying to dissipate the mournful aura in the lab, “Wow, you're like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Many hidden talents.”

You snort, “More like a coyote prowling in the forest. Challenge brings mastery, dear Jayce.”

Viktor quirks an eyebrow at you. That's an… odd choice of words. No one ever refers to themselves as a coyote unless they frequent…

Oh.

Oh.

Everything is slowly piecing together, he just needs one more piece of proof before he pounces. Viktor almost feels like he's insane; he's a frequent member of the well-established BDSM club down in Zaun; Coyote Ugly. He's sure he would’ve seen you before. But there's the off chance you work when he's not there. He only goes on Saturdays, on a bi-weekly schedule.

Maybe you knew that and planned your schedule around Viktor's desires.

For this last bit of proof, Viktor’s gonna bring his attitude from Coyote Ugly to the lab. Hopefully, he doesn't traumatize Jayce (or you if he's wrong.)

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Five.

Viktor is good at what he does. Many people look at him and assume he's a virgin due to his disabilities. They think he's submissive due to the fact he's more lean and lithe as a man.

He's not.

He can get anyone down to their knees. He can get anyone to listen to him. He doesn't typically use this power in his day-to-day life, but he's going to bring it to the lab today. Luckily for him, Jayce had a mandated meeting to go to and couldn't weasel his way out of it.

He sees his target in the corner of his eye.

You.

You're standing by the blackboard, wobbling in place. Viktor isn't sure how well you've slept, if you've eaten anything today, or if you've even taken a break.

Viktor gets up from his own spot, and makes his way to the small kitchenette in the lab and prepares a basic sandwich and sweet milk for you. He places the items onto your desk and you're none the wiser.

Its not until Viktor clears his throat do you look away from the blackboard.

“You can barely stand straight. Here, come take a small break. Eat something.”

You smile lightly at the care, “Oh Viktor, I’d love to but I can't. I'm on the verge of a breakthrough; I can feel it! If I stop now, I wont ever complete this runic sequence!”

“I insist.”

“No, I really can't—”

“Sit.”

With that, you sat down at your desk immediately. You've never heard Viktor's voice go like that. So dark, so commanding, so… sensual.

You feel almost ashamed. Here Viktor is, making you food, a drink, and worrying about your health. And you were too much of a brat to see it.

You take half the sandwich and bite into it as your stomach growls at you. Shit, he's right. You haven't eaten in several hours and now your body’s catching up to you.

Viktor tilts his head, observing you.

“You were right, thank you.”

Viktor puts his hand on the nape of your neck and squeezes. You shiver and lean into the touch.

“You’re welcome. Don't make me have to do that again.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and glossy. Your lips pouted lightly. Viktor's grip tightens on your nape and you somewhat successfully suppress a whine.

That's the final puzzle piece.

“I wont.”

“Good girl.”

And with that, Viktor can see you blue screen.

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Plus One.

Viktor's changing up his routine, visiting Coyote Ugly on a Friday rather than his usual Saturday. The trek down to Zaun wasn't too bad, but the difference is air quality was highly noticeable.

Slowly but surely, Viktor makes his way to the club. He's in his usual outfit for this scene, an all-black ensemble with the buttons of his shirt undone almost dangerously low. He can feel the looks of desire shot his way. He's always on the top of the submissive’s lists at Coyote Ugly. And every coyote he's taken has been incredibly satisfied.

But ever since this theory of his sprouted, he's been hyper-focusing on it. On you. So he hasn't been able to take any of the coyotes to bed. They're desperate.

But there's a certain coyote that's already caught his eye.

He sees you working the bar as if it were second nature. Mixing drinks, pouring shots, opening beers, and chatting up the patrons. You seem so at home here.

Viktor gets a lovely eyeful of your outfit when you hope up on the bar with a megaphone, “Same shit, new day! We follow the rules and—”

All the patrons echo your words back to you, “We don't touch your girls!”

You smirk, “And with that, let the party begin!” a bell is heard ringing in the background but all Viktor can do is appreciate your sexiness.

You're in an all-black outfit as well, but its all leather. Your top is closed by a single button, so Viktor damn near gets an eyeful of your breasts. He can see your abdomen down to the top of your navel, your belly button piercing glittering in the club's lights.

Your leather pants are skin tight and low enough that Viktor's worried you can't bend over in them without flashing someone. He sees you turn around to hop off the bar and there it is. Your hexcore inspired tattoo.

Viktor feels his pants tighten at that. Its almost like a branding in his mind. Look at that. She's mine.

A few girls get up onto the bar and dance to the songs playing on the jukebox. With a distraction in place, he makes his way to the bar to order a drink.

Your back is to the bar as you clean some glasses, “What can I getcha?”

Viktor ensures his voice is loud enough so that you can hear him, “A whiskey sour, miláček.”

The sounds of cups almost breaking puts a smile on Viktor’s face. He's got you just where he wants you. You whip around with a deer-in-the-headlights look, “Vi—Viktor! What're you doing here?! You usually come on—”

“Saturdays. Yes, I know. But I've heard wonderful things about a certain bartender and wanted to see her for myself. The only bartender I've ever met is Thomas.”

You inhale sharply, “What gave me away?”

“Little things. The money, your body modifications, referring to yourself as a coyote.”

You hit your forehead with the palm of your hand, “I'm an idiot.”

Viktor shakes his head, “No, you just got too comfortable. Besides how you reacted a few days ago when given an order sealed the deal.”

Your face feels hot, almost unbearably so. Goddamn it.

“Does this… ruin anything between us?”

Viktor scoffs, “Absolutely not! Do you know how long I've fantasized about a scenario like this happening?”

“I have an idea…” your tone is breathless as your eyes are as wide as saucers. No way is this happening. No way are your dreams coming true.

Before anything else can happen, you do a special knock on the bar. Thomas whips his head over to look at you and seems shocked.

“This is officially a Code V. I need you to man the bar tonight.”

Thomas just smiles and takes over no problem, you hop over the bar and stand next to Viktor, a beaming smile on your face.

“A Code V?”

“When I officially get the man of my dreams, I get to have a shift off. No ifs, ands, or buts!”

Viktor smiles sweetly at that.

“So…” you add before your confidence dissipates, “Wanna go upstairs?”

Viktor knows that private rooms are located upstairs if you want to… have some fun. He just nods, a sly smirk on his face, “Lead the way, miláček.”

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You and Viktor rush up as best you can to one of the private rooms. Before anything happens, Viktor enquires if you know about the stoplight system. You do. And with that, you two touch each other in a way you’ve been dreaming about since you both started puberty.

A bit of kissing here, a bit of groping there. Before you know it, Viktor’s fingering open your pussy as you whine and pant at the pleasure Viktor is presenting your body with.

It’s wet, slick, and so hot. Viktor’s hand is slapping against your clit, causing a loud schlick sound that makes your ears burn in embarrassment. Viktor just revels in the sounds and faces you make; he never thought you could get any prettier. Looks like he was wrong.

“Please… Please… Put it in.” You beg, your eyes watery at the constant assault Viktor is giving your g-spot. Viktor kisses his teeth, “Put what in?” He cockily asks.

“Y-your cock. I want your cock in me. I want to fuck you into the bed. Please Viktor, please? I want it so bad… I need it…” You beg, your voice wobbly in your desire. Viktor growls low in his chest as removes his fingers from your pussy. “You're such a good girl, begging for me. C'mon sweetheart, I'm all yours.” With that, you ensure Viktor is comfortable as he sits up against the headboard, you saddle him and slowly sink onto his wonderful cock.

You gasp out a long drown out moan at the feeling. Viktor’s pushed right up against your g-spot, he’s stretching you out. Your pussy is moulding itself to Viktors cock, nothing else in this world will satisfy you now. One hand holds your waist as the other rubs your back.

“C’mon.” In a low, throaty voice, you moan. As if you had to use additional effort to get the words past your parted lips. Your voice is whiney and breathy. As if putting Viktors cock in you knocked all the air out of your lungs. When you lower yourself more, Viktor, who is rubbing your back with his free hand, feels something deep inside his gut tighten up a little more as you persistently try to fit the final few inches of his cock inside. You feel dizzy at that, you're so stuffed… and there’s a few inches more.

Needy. You're so fucking needy; and Viktor loves it.

He squeezes, quickly prickling your flesh beneath his fingertips into a supple hue. Viktor wishes he could mark you like that for good, wishes that squeezing hard enough would leave bruises and indents to last a lifetime. Last several lifetimes. Even if you aren't aware of it, you still attract admiring looks from other people, which irritates Viktor. Ever since you two were teens, people would look lecherously at you. And you never noticed. But at the mere thought of everyone seeing you so marked up, something wild, primal, and almost startlingly possessive gets hold of him. Even though Viktor would know who did it, they wouldn't.

They would question who defiled you so throughly; and not once in their tiny minds would they think Viktor “The Cripple” “The Weirdo” fucked you so good you're bow-legged for days. With a trail of hickeys down your neck and chest, red marks on your wrists and a glazed look in your eyes. Viktor needs to calm down, he’s getting ahead of himself.

Before he can stop himself, Viktor tangles his fingers into your sweaty, untidy hair. You shiver at the feeling. His hands are so strong, so beautiful to look at.

“Viktor! Please! Please let me move! I need it…”You beg. You've needed this since you were fifteen and you noticed how handsome Viktor was becoming.

You lean closer to Viktor, your tits close enough to his face he can easily suck a nipple into mouth. This small shift caused his cock to press even harder into your g-spot; making a long whine and a few tears to slip out of you. Seeing that causes Viktor to freeze a bit before asking, “Colour?” At that you desperately cry out a pathetic, “Green! Please!”

If Viktor had shown even a tiny bit less restraint, the pitiful little "please" that slips from your mouth might have killed him right there.

You start to bounce, a nipple still firmly in Viktor's mouth. One hand stays on your hip as the other tweaks your other nipple. You use the headboard as support to ride Viktor to your heart's content. Fuck his cock is huge, you swear you feel it in your lungs. You could've been doing this for ages. You pitifully whine at that thought; so much time wasted.

“You look so pretty like this, you know,” Viktor mumbles appraisingly as he lets your nipple go, rocking back and forth at an almost painfully slow pace, trying to give you even more pleasure. Your thighs are trembling, splattered with lube, sweat, and an unprecedented amount of wetness from your arousal. You make a tiny, barely there noise in response, pushing weakly back against him. Viktor holds you still. “So fucked out, just for me. So cock-drunk aren’t you? My little fucktoy. My good girl. My prettiest girl” Viktor showers praise on you, who just groans at the sweet attack.

You pull up as far as you can against Viktor’s strength, the head of his cock catching on the entrance to your pussy, before dropping back down aggressively and picking up a steady rhythm. Viktor lets out an appreciative moan at that. Fuck you feel so good. He's gonna become obsessed with your pussy after this. Viktor's head tilts back to rest against the headboard as he moans, you pepper hickeys all across his pale neck. He's not the only one with possessive tendencies.

You go faster and faster, rougher and harder with each bounce, but you still take into account Viktors weaker leg. You're both moaning, yours goes up a pitch when Viktor starts to rub your clit.

Viktor whispers into your ear as he ravages your pussy, “You like that? You slut. Do you like having my big cock stretch you out? Do you like me abusing your g-spot, moulding your pussy into the shape of my dick? Nothing else will ever satisfy you again, will it Pretty Girl? No. It won’t. You’ll be desperate to have my dick rearranging your guts again.”

You just moan and starts to cry at the whispered words alongside the pounding your pussy is getting. The knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, you instinctively know you can’t cum without permission. So you ask,

“Viktor… Can I cum? Please? Can I cum?

Viktor just snarls at that, nipping your ear and slapping your ass with a heavy groan, “Oh fuck… you’re such a good girl aren’t you? Asking for permission to cum without me even having to telling you. Cum. Cum right fucking now.”

And you do. With a gush of liquid, you cum hard. Your body jerking, eyes rolling into the back of your head, with your mouth ajar in a silent moan that trickles down to a pleased whine. Viktor starts to fuck into you, wanting to cum too. You start to overstimulate yourself, desperate to feel Viktor cum.

Little “Uhs.” are punched out of you at each thrust due to the painful pleasure. In no time, Viktor cums too. His hips pressed flush against yours; his sharp hipbones causing a nice bruise to form. You both simultaneously moan at the feeling of Viktor pumping you full of his cum. The two lose their strength and flop down onto the bed.

You're cuddled up, now efficiently cockwarming Viktor. You're both our of breath, and immensely pleased.

“We should clean up.” Viktor pants, you giggle breathlessly, “I don't think I can move.”

The silence is comfortable, enjoyable. You’ve almost fallen asleep when Viktor casually states, “I love you. I've loved you since I was sixteen.”

You look up at him and give him a sweet smile, before pressing your lips together in a loving, passionate kiss, “and I've loved you since I was thirteen. Looks like I've got you beat.”

Viktor just chuckles as he runs a hand through your hair, “I'm exhausted. We’ll get cleaned up when we wake up.”

“I couldn't agree more. But I want a round two before that.”

“Seriously?!”

You slap Viktor's chest playfully, “We could've been doing this for a little over a decade. I'm making up for lost time!”

Viktor kisses your forehead and contently sighs, “Can’t argue with that miláček. Can't argue with that.”

With how vigorously you two went, it’s no surprise you fell asleep in a few minutes. Wrapped up together, as content as can be.

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That's a wrap! Please be nice to me, I haven't written smut since like 2022-2023. Hope y'all liked it!

For the tattoo, search up “cybersigilism heart tramp stamp tattoo” on pinterest to see what kind of tramp stamp you got LMAO

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Ma Meilleure Ennemie (pt 1/?)

Silco was at his limit. The last few days had been a whirlwind, made worse by Jinx's eccentricities, which Sevika couldn't control. He was exhausted, his nerves on edge, so, as if it were the most obvious solution, one of his subordinates suggested that he relax… in a brothel. The idea was so offensive that Silco almost killed him right there. But in the end, there he was and unfortunately or fortunately you are the lucky one who will serve him.

Silco x fem!Reader Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI) Word Count: 4,9K Warnings: smut, resolved sexual tension, oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, discussion (a few lines), you work in the brothel, Silco POV (when to start smut because the male POV It just hits ✨different✨), an obsessive Silco in the end? Set before the events of Act 2 of the first season of Arcane.

I got into my obsessive phase with this man again thanks to the second season of Arcane and I had to turn a conversation with a janitor bot into a fanfic. This is my first time posting something here so I have no idea what I'm doing lol… English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes.

The room reeked of overly sweet flowers, a cloying mixture of perfumes that you never found pleasant but managed to endure. Dressed in a simple white satin gown, which men liked to dismissively call "easy access," you stood behind the curtain, taking deep breaths and trying to hide the trembling in your hands. This wasn’t your first time dealing with difficult clients at the brothel, but this time, it felt different.

Silco.

His name alone was enough to make your breath hitch, and not in a good way. The feared, self-proclaimed leader of Zaun was seated on the couch, his arms draped casually over the backrest while his eye—or rather, his good eye—surveyed the room with evident impatience. You could tell he was irritated, perhaps even more so than the rumors had suggested when he arrived at the brothel. The deep lines on his face seemed sharper under the dim lighting, and he ran his tongue over his lips, muttering something you couldn’t catch.

You knew there was no choice. Refusal would bring consequences far worse than simply losing money. So you swallowed your fear, lifted your chin, and stepped through the curtain with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Your steps were steady, but your heart waged a frenzied battle against your ribcage.

He didn’t seem impressed at first glance, but you could feel his gaze weighing on you as you moved closer. Each step shrank the safety distance between you. Your body moved almost instinctively from there, guided by the muscle memory of your unconventional profession. Carefully, you leaned down, letting yourself settle into his lap. Curiously, Silco showed no visible signs of discomfort, but he didn’t seem particularly engaged either, which only heightened your anxiety.

You assumed he would take the initiative, steering things more directly as clients often did here. The small talk, the courtesies—they always seemed unnecessary in a place like this. Your hands hesitated as they reached his shoulders, finding them rigid at first, but he appeared to relax slightly, sinking back into the sofa with a heavy sigh. It took you another moment to finally find your voice.

“You seem... stressed.”

“Those men aggravate me.” he muttered in response, his voice heavy with frustration, as if exhaustion had seeped into his very soul at that moment.

You nodded as though you understood perfectly. Of course, you didn’t, but you knew how to agree with powerful men without questioning them. Despite the fear that churned within you, you noticed something: he had let you touch him. A rare allowance for someone as reserved and commanding as Silco. The realization was strange, but it made you move your hands more carefully, wanting to prolong his apparent calm.

Silco’s mismatched eyes—one blue, the other orange—scrutinized you with an intensity that made you feel as though he was truly seeing you for the first time. He tilted his head slightly and asked, his tone more curious than cold:

“You haven’t told me your name.”

“Call me whatever you wish,” you replied sweetly, your voice melodious, though only you knew how forced every word felt. Your fingers, braver than your spirit, began tracing subtle lines across his chest, feeling the expensive fabric of his clothing and the warmth of his body beneath it.

“I’m aware of that, but I’d still like to know your name.”

After a moment’s hesitation, you gave him your name. Silco repeated it, testing the syllables on his tongue. Hearing your name spoken by him unsettled you in a way you couldn’t quite place—it was strange how easily it rolled off his lips, as though it meant nothing, and at the same time many things. You weren’t sure if he was genuinely interested or if it was just conversational habit, but the fact that he asked stirred something within you.

“It suits you.” he said. From the subtle curl of his lips, you knew he’d noticed your nervousness. “Indulge my curiosity. What brings a woman as beautiful as you to a place like this? Surely, you have dreams that extend beyond satisfying the desires of others.”

Before you could think of a response, Silco's fingers moved to your face, brushing aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen over your shoulder. The touch was slow and soft—almost too intimate for someone like him. The warmth of his fingertips against your skin sent a shiver coursing through your body. Your instinct was to pull away, but you didn’t dare.

Swallowing your hesitation, you leaned slightly into his hand, like a cat seeking affection. Your posture remained controlled, the smile on your lips unwavering.

“Me? Well, I’m like any child of Zaun... I had to find a way to survive, so let’s skip the tragic parts of the story.” Your fingers began to toy with the fabric of Silco’s suit, admiring the quality of the material. It was the kind of fabric you’d never dreamed of owning, let alone touching. “I got lucky with my looks because, honestly, having sex and earning money beats living on the streets.”

You forced a smile as you said the words, trying to project confidence, though the very idea of finding yourself here still felt unreal. What you truly wanted to say was something entirely different: that you hadn’t had a choice. But that part, you kept to yourself.

“Besides, if I hadn’t chosen this path, I would never have had the chance to be here with you.”

It was an empty, contrived line, but you assumed it was what he wanted to hear. That had always been your role—making others feel desired, as though being in their presence was a privilege for you. Deep down, the bitterness of the lie gnawed at you, but you’d long since mastered the art of hiding it.

Silco’s touch, still unexpectedly gentle, lingered on your face, tracing the curve of your jawline with a calmness that seemed to contradict the dangerous aura surrounding him. Every nerve in your body was on high alert as he stayed silent, simply observing you, his fingers mapping your features. You couldn’t ignore the satisfaction he seemed to draw from your hesitation, as though your nervousness was precisely what he wanted to extract.

“I can see why the men of Zaun would pay handsomely for your... company,” Silco murmured, his voice low and deliberate as his fingers trailed down to your lips. “Still, surely you could have found another path. Something that didn’t involve selling yourself to the highest bidder.”

The disapproval in his tone struck like an invisible slap. You blinked, startled, unable to hide the brief flicker of disbelief on your face. Him? The chemical baron who ruled Zaun, questioning your morality? He, who built his fortune by exploiting desperation and chaos through Shimmer? It was almost laughable, but the weight of his words left no room for humor.

“Tell me the truth,” he continued, his voice slow, each word laced with a faint, mocking edge. “Is this what you want? Spending your nights warming the beds of strangers, smiling as they use you for their pleasure?”

Your fingers, which had been toying with the fabric of his suit, returned to your own body, creating the barest sliver of distance between you—though it felt impossible to achieve while still perched on his lap. You briefly considered keeping up the act, retreating to the mask of seduction and sweetness. But something about his tone, the intensity in the look he gave you, made it clear he wouldn’t accept a rehearsed answer.

"You’re hardly in a position to lecture anyone about morality, you know that?" Your voice was steadier now, stripped of the syrupy tones you had wielded before. There was still caution, but also something resembling either confidence or sheer madness. You weren’t entirely sure what was fueling you. "But the truth is, you don’t have much choice when you attract too much attention. Men have this pathetic need to turn anything they desire into property. If I weren’t here, I’d probably be some baron’s plaything... or any other man’s who thought he had that right."

You caught the slight shift in his expression, but you didn’t stop before he could interrupt.

"At least in the brothel, I have a small sense of safety. Here, we protect each other. It’s not ideal, but it’s enough to survive." Your words dripped with a cynicism you wore like armor, but they were genuine. Silco remained silent. "Satisfied?"

His touch grew firmer then, his hand gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. Silco didn’t settle for easy answers, and that kept you on edge. His mismatched eyes bore into yours, as if he could rip the truth from behind your façade by force. For a moment, your body betrayed your mind, trembling under the weight of his focus—or perhaps under the heat radiating from him.

"No," he said softly, his voice laced with an undeniable authority. "I’m not satisfied."

There was something in his tone that both soothed and terrified you. "I recognize value when I see it, and you’re not just a pretty face or a warm body to be used and discarded. You’re a survivor, my dear. And survivors don’t settle for scraps when they could have the entire feast."

Silco leaned closer, his face now so near that you could feel his breath ghosting over your skin. The hand that had been holding your chin slid down to your waist, pulling you even closer. He was invading your space, breaking every boundary you had tried to set before. It should have made you furious, and yet, there was something maddeningly magnetic about his words, his tone. Like a moth drawn to the flame.

"And what if I told you." he murmured, his voice dropping into a husky whisper near your ear, "That I could offer you another path? A way out of this gilded cage you’ve trapped yourself in? All you have to do is say yes."

It was tempting—far too tempting. But you knew better. This was a trap, a carefully spun illusion of power designed to lure you in. Silco wasn’t just a chem-baron; he was a master manipulator, someone who played people like pieces on a chessboard. His hands were stained with blood, and you weren’t going to become one of his victims.

Your shoulders tensed, and your hands moved to his shoulders, pushing lightly as though instinctively trying to create space between you.

"You’re right about one thing," you whispered back, your voice low but carrying a newfound confidence even you didn’t quite recognize. "I’m a survivor, precisely because I don’t trust men like you."

Your nails dug into his shoulders—not to hurt him, but as a way to anchor yourself, to remind yourself that you still had some semblance of control. To keep yourself from faltering under the weight of his presence. After all, few dared to deny Silco, knowing full well he could take whatever he wanted in the end.

"It’d be foolish of me to say ‘yes’ so easily..." you continued, taking a measured breath to steel yourself. "Everyone in Zaun knows that accepting one of your offers is the same as selling your soul to the devil."

Silco's movement, leaning back slightly to return a fraction of space to you, wasn’t a concession—it was a strategy. He was calculating his next move, and you knew it. His gaze remained fixed on you, and despite his apparent calm, you could feel the weight of his stare—heavy, like a verdict. He didn’t like being challenged, especially by someone who, theoretically, had no power to oppose him. Yet, there was something about you, something that even Silco found himself impressed by, if only for a fleeting moment. He seemed to respect your defiance—admiration disguised as frustration, perhaps.

"You're bold, aren’t you?" Silco spoke, almost amused. "Most girls would jump at the chance to be under my protection. But not you. No, you're far too clever for that."

His hand rose again, this time stopping at your throat, where his fingers rested, feeling the rapid rhythm of your heartbeat. It was a gentle touch, but undeniably threatening—a silent warning. And though the sensation was unsettling, it was nothing you hadn’t dealt with before. After all, if he truly wanted to kill you, he would have done so already.

"Allow me to clarify my proposal, dove," he continued, his voice softening in a way that only heightened your distrust. "I’m not offering salvation or a fairy tale ending. I’m offering you a chance to survive, on your own terms. To rise above the squalor and degradation of this place."

His touch shifted, his free hand sliding along your waist, tracing every contour of your body with an unsettling softness. You could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of your dress, and you knew he could feel the heat of yours just as well. Your body tensed, but you didn’t give in—not even as his hand ventured lower, stopping on your thigh. A shiver ran down your spine, but your mind remained resolute, knowing that any sign of weakness would be an invitation for him to push further.

His tone, now little more than a husky murmur, made the air around you feel heavier, charged with a tension you knew he wielded with mastery. "All I ask in return is your obedience."

His hand, now bolder, slipped beneath your dress, brushing against your bare skin with a touch that felt almost possessive.

You swallowed hard.

"Think carefully," he continued. "Is serving me really worse than being passed from hand to hand, always in danger of being killed like any other cheap whore? At least with me, you’d be valued. Protected."

The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of your breathing, a rhythm that seemed to amplify the rising tension. Silco held the advantage here—he knew it, and so did you. For all your cunning, there wasn’t much you could offer him beyond your defiance. But you weren’t one to yield without a fight. He might have been formidable in many ways, but all men, no matter how imposing, had a weakness. And you knew this weakness well enough.

"My obedience..." you said, your voice soft, dripping with sweet venom. "You already have it… for tonight."

You pressed your body against his, deliberately moving against the part of him he most desired yet had been neglecting. For the briefest of moments, you caught the crack in Silco’s stoic façade, a flicker of pleasure that betrayed him as your slow, deliberate movements sent a surge of heat to his core. Your hips rolled against him provocatively, the thin fabric of your dress bunched high enough to leave almost nothing to the imagination. The lace of your panties pressed against the unmistakable hardness growing beneath his trousers.

"Isn’t this what you came for, after all?" Your voice was a seductive whisper, yet tinged with irony, your tone laced with a hint of mockery. This wasn’t the submissive game you’d been playing earlier. Not anymore. Silco, with all his authority, likely hadn’t anticipated you flipping the cards the way you just had—appealing to something as raw as carnal desire.

You leaned in even closer, your lips brushing his ear, your warm breath sending a shiver through him. "Because I doubt you walked into this brothel looking to recruit a courtesan for your organization... am I wrong?"

Your words seemed to strike a nerve in the feared "Eye of Zaun," as he remained silent for a few moments, though you could feel the tension in his body. His grip on your flesh tightened, almost as if he was holding back. Then, the hand under your dress slid further upward, his fingers brushing against the lace trim of your panties. The touch sent an electric jolt through your veins; it was affecting you just as much as it was affecting him.

"You're playing a dangerous game, dove," Silco murmured, his voice low and laced with warning. "Tempting me with your body, even as you deny me with such effort. It's a risky move."

He leaned closer, just a breath of space separating your faces. "But I suppose that's what I like about you. You're not afraid to dance on the edge of the blade, even if it means getting cut."

Silco’s other hand slid along your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair before pulling gently, tilting your head back to expose the curve of your throat. You felt him inhale your scent, and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips grazed your skin. "However, don’t mistake my desire for weakness. You may not like the result."

"I have no doubts about that," you quipped, increasing the rhythm of your hips, the friction doing a fine job of making you forget you were dealing with a dangerous criminal. You could feel your panties growing damp. "But that doesn’t matter now, does it?"

With difficulty, you moved your head to face him again, despite the way his hand still gripped your hair. Your own hands wandered across his slender frame, sliding down toward his trousers.

"You’re paying to have me, not to talk." With practiced ease, you unfastened his trousers, your hand slipping past the barriers of his clothing, finally touching him. A gentle stroke, testing… "So let’s make your money’s worth."

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Silco's breath caught in his throat as her hand slid inside his pants, her fingers brushing his hardened length. The sensation was electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing down his spine. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of his underwear, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to buck his hips against her touch. But even as his body responded to her ministrations, Silco's mind remained sharp and alert. He knew she was trying to gain the upper hand, to turn the tables on him by focusing their encounter on base carnal desires. And while he was more than willing to indulge in such pleasures, he refused to let her think she had won. But, he would recognize her cleverness.

With one swift movement, Silco grabbed her wrist, halting her exploration of his cock. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. "Ah ah ah, not so fast, dove," he purred, his voice low and dangerous. "You forget who holds the power here. I'm the one paying for your services, and I'll be damned if I'll let you set the pace."

Silco released her wrist and sat back, his eyes raking over her body with undisguised hunger. "Strip," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I want to see every inch of that gorgeous skin. And then, if you're a good girl, I might let you touch me again."

As she began to comply, Silco allowed his gauze to drift down to the junction between her thighs. He could see the damp spot on her panties, evidence of her arousal, and it made his cock throb with need. But he held himself in check, determined to make her work for her pleasure, even if it becomes an unbearable temptation for both of them.

Once she was fully exposed, Silco reached out and ran his fingers along the edge of her undergarments, teasing her with the promise of his touch. "Now, show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "And maybe, just maybe, I'll give you what you really want."

Oddly enough, that stubborn woman obeyed him without question, living up to what she had said about him having her obedience. The sight of her kneeling naked was sinful, even more so when her curious fingers made quick work of undoing his pants completely. Taking a moment to study his cock, and when Silco opened his mouth to let out a sarcastic comment she finally took him into her mouth.

Silco groaned as her tongue laved along his shaft, the wet heat of her mouth sending jolts of pleasure racing through his veins. He could feel his cock pulsing in her grip, the blood rushing to his groin as his arousal mounted. It took every ounce of his self-control not to simply grab her head and force her down onto his dick, to fuck her pretty face until he painted her throat with his seed.

But he resisted the urge, determined to savor every moment of this exquisite torment. She was skilled with her mouth, he had to give her that. She knew just how to tease and tantalize, to bring him to the brink of madness without pushing him over the edge.

Silco's hands fisted in her hair, his grip tight enough to be uncomfortable but not quite painful. He guided her head as she worked him over, showing her exactly how he liked it. Up and down she went, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock.

"Fuck, just like that," Silco sighed with pleasure. "Take it deeper, dove. Show me how badly you want it."

He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm building at the base of his spine. But he held back, determined to make this last. He wanted to hear she beg for it, to watch her break apart on his cock like the desperate little slut she was.

Silco's hips rocked in time with her bobbing head, his pace increasing as his arousal grew. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his core, the pleasure bordering on pain. But still he held back, his iron self-control the only thing keeping him from exploding down her throat. Finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, Silco yanked she off his cock and hauled her up into his lap. He crashed his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste himself on her lips. His hands roamed her body, groping and squeezing, leaving marks of possession on her soft skin.

The kiss was confusing at first, perhaps because she probably didn't expect him to pull her in for a kiss. However, it didn't take long for her to give in, returning the same intensity. Of course, it would be foolish to think that her wandering hands would remain still since soon Silco could feel her gripping him and rubbing against herself. She had pulled her panties aside as she covered him with her wetness, as if her saliva wasn't enough. When the provocation seemed to last longer than it should, she lined up his tip with her entrance. That woman was going to kill him.

Silco groaned as she sank down onto his cock, her tight heat enveloping him like a vice. The sensation was exquisite, her walls fluttering and clenching around his length as she adjusted to his size. He could feel every inch of her, from the slick, velvety softness of her entrance to the tender spot deep inside that made her gasp and writhe.

His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her movements. Up and down she rode him, her pace growing faster and more erratic as the pleasure built within her. Silco thrilled at the sight of her, head thrown back in ecstasy, breasts bouncing with each thrust of her hips. She was certainly a sight that would stay in his mind for a long time.

He leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard as he rolled the other between his fingers. She cried out, her back arching as the dual stimulation sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through her body. Silco could feel her walls tightening around him, her body tensing as she neared her peak.

"That's it, dove," he growled against her skin, his voice rough with lust. "Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock."

Silco's hips snapped up to meet hers, driving his cock deeper, harder, faster. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, obscene and beautiful all at once. He could feel his own climax building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in his core. But he held back, determined to bring her over the edge first.

He reached down between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight, fast circles. The added stimulation was too much for her, and she came with a scream, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. And, as if possible, becoming even more beautiful.

Only then did Silco allow himself to let go, his own orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. He thrust up into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he exploded, his seed painting her insides with its heat. He could feel her milking him, her walls rippling and fluttering around his.

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You collapsed against Silco’s body, utterly spent, as if the world around you had vanished during those feverish minutes. Your forehead rested against his shoulder, and you desperately tried to catch the breath that seemed to have abandoned your lungs. Your body, slick with sweat, still trembled with the remnants of pleasure, involuntary aftershocks that left your overly sensitive skin prickling at the slightest touch. Every muscle felt too heavy to move, leaving you there, trapped between exhaustion and the slow return to reality.

The silence that followed was filled only with the sound of your uneven breathing mingling with his, punctuated by the muffled music, laughter, footsteps, and the occasional moans from other rooms. The brothel was alive, grounding you in where you were, even though the power play that culminated in this moment had momentarily made you forget.

"So..." You lifted your head slowly to meet his gaze, your voice husky and still thick with effort. "Did I please you?" You knew the question would sound like a provocation masked as submission, but you would regret letting the opportunity to tease him slip by so easily.

Silco remained silent for a beat, and then a low, rough chuckle escaped his lips. "Please me? That would be an understatement, dove." he replied, his voice still deep, almost purring. "You exceeded all my expectations."

As he spoke, you felt his fingers rise to your face, brushing aside a strand of hair stuck to your damp skin with a subtle touch. His heterochromatic eyes were locked onto yours, and the moment seemed to stretch on longer than it should have. A part of you wanted to pull away, but something about the intensity of his gaze kept you rooted in place.

His hands slid down your back, fingers tracing the subtle contours of your spine. The heat of his touch sent another shiver through you, your body still far too sensitive. He knew that, of course, and seemed to savor every small reaction he could elicit.

You thought he would push you away, that this moment would end quickly, but he didn’t. Instead, Silco’s lips met yours in a fleeting touch, so brief it could hardly be called a kiss. Then, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed as if he were absorbing what had just transpired, what he had just done to you.

"But I’m not done with you yet." he whispered, his voice a dark warning, the echo of something dangerous. Something you should fear.

But you laughed in response.

"I was hoping you’d say that," you teased, slowly shifting your position on his lap, feeling your muscles protest against the movement.

The smirk playing on your lips was wicked as you took in the state of him. Though still clothed, his appearance was far from composed. His trousers, carelessly undone, were wrinkled and disheveled, while his previously immaculate hair was a tousled mess. And those eyes—still hazy, swimming in lust—watched you with an intensity that sent a thrill down your spine. He was chaos incarnate, and you felt absurdly proud of being the one to unravel him.

"However..." You slid off his lap with the same provocative grace that had carried you through the entire evening, your body still trembling faintly from the lingering sensations. "I believe you'll have to pay again if you want to see me next time... Our time is up." You felt his cum, as well as yours, slide down your thighs as you sank into the spot next to him on the couch, but you didn't really care about cleaning it up. The only shred of decency you had was fixing your panties. 

Even with nothing but your undergarments covering your skin, you made a point of turning this moment into something that would haunt Silco’s mind—a small finale, pure provocation.

Silco remained seated for a moment, his intense gaze never straying from you. There was something in his eyes—a possessive glint, almost feral. It was as though he wanted to say something, to act, but with an admirable display of restraint, he held back.

You watched as he reached into his pocket, retrieving a wad of bills. With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed them onto the table in the corner.

"Consider that a bonus for your... exceptional service."

Rising from the couch, he began adjusting his clothes with mechanical precision. His nimble fingers fastened the zipper on his trousers and smoothed the creases in his suit. The final touch was the swift motion of his hands taming his disheveled hair, each strand returning to its rightful place. With every deliberate move, Silco reclaimed the aura of the man who commanded fear and respect across all of Zaun.

When he reached the exit of the room, he paused. He didn’t turn completely but tilted his head just enough for the warm orange glow of his eye to catch the dim light.

"I have a feeling we’ll see each other very soon, dove." Part2

[sukiyurii]

Get Jinxed

jinx x reader (fluff, making out, hand in pants... it's not that bad, fem!reader) (this is really short im so sorry)

men, minors dni

Far too caught up in your own work, Jinx decides that you're gonna take a break.

"Come on, shoot faster Just a little bit of energy, yeah I wanna try something fun right now I guess some people call it anarchy,"

“Jinx, for fucks sake, please turn off the radio,” you hiss tiredly, sending her a sharp glare as you pull your gaze up from your blueprints.

She whips her head around with that annoying, toothy smile. The one that she uses when she knows that you’re already annoyed. Finding a way to push your buttons is like… her favorite thing ever.

“Aw, c’mon toots, you don’t like my music?” She teases, leaning over the table you’re both sat at, propping her chin up on her hand. “What’s got your panties in a twist?” She continues to chastise you, earning herself an irritated huff and eye-roll. 

“Nothing, Jinx. I’m just… just tired,” you answer, dropping your pencil onto your paper and rubbing your face frustratedly, a weak attempt to push away the brain fog.

She cocks her head to the side and gives you a sympathetic pout before turning down the volume, the once blaring stereo is now a quiet hum. “I think that you need to take a break,” she announces and her voice pitches up excitedly– like she has an idea. 

You give her a weak smile and shake your head, “I’m alright bluebell, I’m almost done,” you reply, smudging the graphite that had accumulated on the side of your hand onto your jeans. As your attention had been caught by the offending powder, you hadn’t realized that she snatched your pencil from the surface of your sketches.

“Jinx–!” you exclaim, immediately shooting your hand out, trying to snatch the pencil back from her slender hands. “Ah, ah, baby,” she tuts, waving the pencil mockingly. She throws it behind her before leaning back over the table with a sly smirk over her face. 

She grins before she pushes herself back, scraping the legs of the chair across the floor as she stands up. You lean back in your chair and eye her curiously, watching as she slowly treads towards you, carrying the same sly expression. 

“What’s your pretty head comin’ up with, now?” You ask, shifting the chair around so that you’re pulled away from the table and now facing her. You tilt your head back slightly as you watch her closely, trying to ignore the borderline hungry look in her eyes as she stops in front of you. 

She leans forward and braces her hands on the back of your chair and you feel one of her braids brush against your knee as it falls over the front of her shoulder. “I still think you need a break,” she responds quietly, “and I’m bored.” She finishes, settling herself into your lap. Her breath ghosts across your lips, causing you to let shiver lightly.

You hum out contentedly as you feel her weight relax onto your thighs. “Are you?” You murmur, immediately reaching up to hold her waist. Her hands remove themselves from the chair and one moves to the back of your head, and the other to your shoulder.

She nods in response before pressing her lips to your cheek gently. She peppers your cheeks in soft kisses, cradling your head gently. You feel her grin against your skin as you finally begin to let out quiet chuckles, your sour mood from earlier finally lifting. 

“‘M sorry for snapping earlier,” you mumble tiredly, tilting your head back so you can look at her properly. You reach up with one hand to gently cup her jaw, gently stroking your thumb over her cheek.

“It’s alright, sugar,” she replies, moving her lips from your cheek to your own lips, sighing softly at the contact. Months worth of fighting the ongoing conflict and dealing with Silco’s death has left little-to-no room for any quiet moments for yourselves.

You tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss as much as you can. “Missed you so much, pretty,” you say, nipping at her bottom lip. She continues to let out pleased noises as you press your mouths together. You release her cheek and move it to her hip, grasping it tightly. 

The kisses are needy and sloppy as she continues to hum and moan quietly into your mouth. “I’m gonna do somethin’ about that attitude of yours, though,” she threatens teasingly, reaching down to unbuckle your belt.

As her hands fumble with the clasps she continues to press your lips together, grinning triumphantly as she undoes it. “You can do whatever you want to me,” you reply, sliding your hands down her back and onto her ass, gripping tightly as you roll her hips against yours. 

“I’m sure you'd let me,” she taunts, watching you hungrily as she slides a hand beneath the waistband of your pants. She grins wickedly, biting her lip as she watches your mouth drop open in a moan.

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

Mushy

Sevika x Female Reader (Fluff)

Cw: None!

Proofread!! || Note: I had such a good idea for a fanfic but this was this outcome. It’s 12, I’m sleep deprived, and I can feel my eyes giving out. good night lol.

What she strived to be is powerful, scary. She likes knowing that she’s someone no one wants to play with, someone no one can handle.

She worked under Silco, killing anyone who gets in what they believe will make Zaun thrive, make Zaun so much more powerful than Piltover— who took too much from them.

You knew who she was— You were her beloved lover. Someone whoo one get past her tough shell, make her merciful and soft. See the side of her that no one knew existed.

How could it?

“‘M home,” the door closed with a thud, before heavy footsteps approached the bathroom; where you were, peeking out from the open door with a smile on your face.

“Home already? I thought you had some sort of.. meeting?”

Sevika stared down as you patted your makeup sponge on your face, her eyes lidded from the exhaustion wearing her body down. She leaned against the doorframe, not acknowledging the question for a second.

“Jinx.” She said, “all that kid does is get in trouble.” Her voice a usual gruff, lacking any care in what she’d just said. Sevika didn’t get along with Jinx, nor did Jinx get along with her. Neither of them gave a damn about each other.

“Mm, I’m guessing.. you weren’t assigned to take care of it?”

“Nah.”

The two of you were quite for a second, especially Sevika. Sevika, who couldn’t take her eyes off of you, admiring you from the side as you brushed through your ends. Staring at the way your delicate fingers gripped the handle, stroking over the two parts of your hair; which, she was trying her hardest not to reach out and feel.

After a long thought, long admiring session, Sevika pushed off the frame and slowly wrapped her flesh around your waist. Slouching over you, chin against your head, with her breath softly hitting your neck. The soft humm of her mechanical arm echoed through the bathroom, easing any tension in the woman’s body.

You leaned against her, having not felt the warmth of her touch in a while. A while too long. Her calloused hand pressed against your stomach, just grazing over the thin fabric of your shirt while she soaked in your scent; pre-perfume spray. She’d always hated that sweet scent you hid your “natural smell” under.

Her shoulders eventually dropped, her eyes started at your face from the mirror. Tracing over your pretty, perfect features. Nothing, to the both of you, was better than this. Having the both of you conscious and able to feel every touch.

The only skin to skin moments the two of you would get was late at night, when you were fast asleep and when she came home and dropped next to you in bed. An arm draped over your side as she pulled you against her chest.

With her eyes closed, a low, raspy groan escaped Sevika. Her mind was growing drowsy from the contact, she was too lazy to want to pull away, to focus on something other than you.

And you, with your hand rubbing up and down hers, your nails lightly scratching her skin as she nuzzled further into you. Her shell cracked the longer she stayed close, the tough front she put up was beginning to crumble. But, Sevika couldn’t care less, she trusted you more than anyone— you were the one person who she’d let see like this.

“Y’know I missed you,” she whispered, her breath slow and light.

You chuckled, though it was more of a huff, “I know, ‘Vika. I missed you, too.”

Even after the countless times she had tried denying she had a soft spot, moments like these showed something else. Showed that she could get mushy for you, be mushy for you.

Admire you all the while needing your attention and approval.

Even the most respected women need a little pampering.

[hy6erion]

I really love your Viktor and Jayce x petite reader request you had done! Can I request the same prompt for JayVik, Silco, and Ekko please?

Small Thing — JayVik, Silco, Ekko (seperate)

synopsis: three filthy fucks with the most dangerous men in piltover and zaun — stretched open by jayce and viktor, spit-slick and ruined by silco, and bounced breathless on ekko’s lap ‘til your legs give out

cw: fem! reader, explicit, petite! reader, threesome (mfm), oral (m receiving), gagging/ drooling/ spit, thigh riding, p in v penetration

JayVik .𖥔 ݁ ˖

You’re flat on your stomach, legs spread just enough for Viktor to kneel between them. His hands are on your hips, cool skin working to guide you back into him as he grinds slow, deliberate circles against your ass. He’s not inside you yet — just letting the weight of his cock drag along your soaked folds, teasing you open with every rut of his hips.

You’re trembling already. You’ve got nowhere to go.

Jayce is in front of you, thighs spread wide, cock thick in your palm. He’s watching your mouth, barely breathing, one hand on the back of your head as he brushes your lips with the head of his cock. You’re small between them — ridiculously small — your belly flush to the mattress, mouth wet, cunt dripping, caught in the slow push-pull of Viktor’s hips and the heavy weight of Jayce in your palm.

“Open” Jayce says — low, not demanding, but knowing you will. And you do, lips parting as his cock drags across your tongue, slow and heavy. He pushes in until you gag, and your fingers twitch around the base, holding him as best you can while your mouth stretches wide.

Behind you, Viktor groans softly.

“Look at this“ he murmurs, dragging your hips back again so your cunt spreads open around the head of his cock. “Look at how easily she gives in.”

Jayce watches the way your jaw works to take him, the soft gag in your throat as you try to breathe through your nose, slick dripping from your pussy as Viktor finally notches in. It’s a slow stretch — you go tight and tense, your hips twitching as he eases in inch by inch, filling you without hurry. You let out a muffled, strangled sound around Jayce’s cock.

“Easy“ Viktor says, but his hands grip your hips harder.

He’s deep by the time your voice breaks — nothing but a ragged little sob around Jayce’s cock as Viktor bottoms out, your cunt clenching down on him so tight it drags a hiss from his throat.

“Fuck, she’s—” Viktor cuts himself off, fucking into you with a shallow thrust. “Too much.”

“Let me see.” Jayce pulls out of your mouth and leans back, watching your hips as Viktor draws out and sinks in again. Your cunt clings to every inch of him, wet and stretched and flushed.

Jayce growls low, eyes flicking up to Viktor. “Switch.”

You barely register what’s happening before they move — Jayce hauling you into his lap like you weigh nothing, guiding your messy cunt down onto his cock in one slow push that has your back arching hard. You cry out — too full, too deep, stretched wide in his lap while he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you still.

Viktor sits in front of you now, flushed and breathing heavy, cock glistening in his hand as he watches your belly bulge slightly from the size of Jayce inside you.

Jayce grunts behind you, rolling his hips slow and thick. “You seeing this?”

Viktor nods, eyes fixed on your stomach.

Jayce groans at that and drives in deeper, just to showcase it a bit more.

You don’t know what you’re saying anymore — the noises you’re making aren’t words. You’re just twitching, drooling, caught between their hands and weight and mouths. Viktor leans in and cups your face, thumb tracing your lips as Jayce fucks you from beneath.

Viktor feeds his cock to you — slow, careful, watching your eyes roll back when he slips into your mouth. You take it because there’s nothing else to do. You’re not even thinking anymore — just a soft, wet mess between them, your cunt pulsing around Jayce’s cock while your mouth works over Viktor’s, drool pooling at the corners of your lips.

“Fuck, just like that” Jayce groans, thrusts getting rougher, hands gripping tighter. “She’s close—feel that?”

Viktor is watching you, his thumb slipping into your mouth beside his cock. “Let her come. We’re not done.”

Your orgasm rips through you like heat — sudden, sharp, clenching. Your body spasms between them, tiny and overwhelmed and soaked. You’re shaking, crying, throat stretched and cunt clenching and still they don’t stop.

Not until you’re limp between them, wrung out and trembling, a perfect little ruin in their hands.

Silco .𖥔 ݁ ˖

“You can’t even wrap your hand around it, can you?”

Silco’s voice is calm, almost amused. He’s fully clothed, slouched back in that high-backed chair of his while you kneel naked in front of him, small fingers struggling to stroke his cock. It’s thick and veined, flushed a dark red that looks violent against your skin. When you try to circle your fingers, there’s a full gap left between thumb and middle finger — he wasn’t wrong.

“Little thing like you, trying to take this?” he murmurs, stroking a finger down your jaw.

You nod, tongue out already, drooling down his shaft like you’re starving. He watches it — how you loll your tongue up the underside, licking along the length of him while your hand struggles to keep a rhythm. You have to use both hands just to stroke the base and even then, he’s got more left over.

“Open up“ he commands.

Your jaw drops and you brace both hands on his thighs as you lower your head — Silco’s cock stretching your mouth open with slow, deliberate pressure. Your throat tightens the deeper you take him, the head pressing past your tongue, spit bubbling out the corners of your mouth. You gag — once, twice — and Silco groans low in his throat, not from concern, but satisfaction.

“Don’t stop“ he warns. “Keep going.”

You sob around him, trying — trying so hard — as your throat spasms, your tiny body jerking from the sheer effort of taking something that massive. Silco’s hand threads into your hair, not guiding, not forcing, just present, a silent reminder of who’s in control.

He fucks your mouth slowly, using it like he owns it, hips flexing just enough for your nose to press to the rough fabric of his slacks. You choke, spit running down your chin, onto your breasts. He groans again when you start crying — little, pathetic noises muffled by the weight of him.

“Look at you“ he breathes, staring down at the mess of you. “So small. So useful.”

When he finishes — when he finally grips your jaw and holds your mouth wide open, spilling down your throat in thick, hot pulses — you nearly collapse from the effort.

Ekko .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Ekko loves the size difference.

He says it all the time — not in words, but in the way his hands span your hips entirely, how he lifts you with one arm like you weigh nothing, how he always tucks you against him like you belong right there.

Right now, he’s got you sprawled over his chest, his back against the mattress and your slick little pussy grinding over the flexed muscle of his thigh. You’re both bare — he hasn’t even tried to put it in yet, just watching the way you use his leg, grinding yourself over it, desperate and soaking and breathless.

You whimper every time your clit catches the ridge of muscle, the friction just right. You’re so wet it’s smeared down his skin, sticky-slick sounds filling the room each time you rut your hips forward. Your cunt glistens against his thigh — a creamy mess that has Ekko groaning and flexing the muscle harder for you.

“You like that?” he murmurs, voice low and raspy in your ear. “Keep goin’, baby.”

You gasp, burying your face in his shoulder. Your hips stutter, thighs twitching — you’re close and you can’t even help it. He grips your ass, guiding you down harder, helping you fuck yourself against him.

“Shit” he groans, watching. “Gonna come just like that, huh? Didn’t even need my cock.”

You’re crying out now, right on the edge — one more rock forward and you snap, your whole body tensing. You shake through it, thighs clenching, cunt pulsing open on empty air as you smear even more slick over his leg. He doesn’t stop you — just rubs slow circles into your back, letting you ride it out.

Suddenly he grabs your hips and flips you onto your back.

He lines himself up, the fat head of his cock dragging through your mess. You’re still twitching from your orgasm, and you whimper when he presses just the tip in — barely an inch, and you’re already full.

“Goddamn“ he mutters, voice wrecked. “You’re tight.”

You just moan, legs open, eyes glassy.

“Next round” he growls, leaning over you, thick and hot and heavy above your tiny frame. “You take all of me.”

[lovesickf-fics]

I neeeeeeeed Vander and Silco to put me in my fucking place (ignore if you don't like this request) but I'm telling you either poly or separate I need to be the biggest brat ever and then I want them to tell me DOWN BOY and I would bark FR AAAAAUGAHSHWSHSKKSKS I NEED THEM CARNALLY

Some brats take two

tw : man handling, being tied to a chair, slapping, hair pulling, light kicking, choking, spitting, wiping face in spit, fingers in mouth, biting, light blood mention, degredation, tearing clothes, mouthing clothed cock, masterbation, cumming on face/chest, being left hard.

character(s) mentioned : Silco x Vander x m!reader (arcane)

reader pronouns : he/him

summary : With him a long-time menace to both leaders of the undercity, they decide that for once working together might just put you in your place

a/n : This was so fun to write, i will admit i struggle to write brat reader so i hope this was enough! i hope you enjoy nonnie<3

It doesn't take long for the undercity to catch wind of him, 6 months of getting in the way, breaking rules, downright just irritating the mass of the undercity, no one who has tried yet has managed to even slow him down.

So it works its way up, through the ranks of the undercity until it's Vander and Silco's problem, seperately but still, they decide if he can cause such a ruckus they can manage to be civilised until he's dealt with.

Catching him was probably the hardest part, something about him. He blended into the shadows, appearing and disappearing like a pest that just couldn't quit

Silco is assured that he'll falter at some point, and vander feels like nothing is going to get him to slow down.

It takes some time, for the jabs and snide comments to stop, the men are more or less getting along when it happens. When something goes terribly wrong for just one specific irritant.

He falls, while running and jumping away from the small chaos below he falls, landing on the solid ground with a thud, the air leaving him and he lays there wheezing.

It's vander that finds him, chasing the shape that seemed to almost fly from the problem. Vamder almost tramples him, too used to looking up, but there he is, panting at the bigger mans feet. It's almost perfection, winded and essentially knocked out, travel is simple.

Vander carries him to silco's place. The two had realised silco would be in more danger at vander's tavern, so it was just the way things worked out.

He woke up easily enough, his wrists and ankles strapped tight to a chair, bound by some worn-out rope, tugging relentlessly but with no weak spots for him to use he just looked like a fool infront of the two men.

The two men watched him in amusement, Vander even letting out a snort at his pitiful attempt. It's Silco that speaks first.

"You have been quite the handful, thankfully though, we can use that as a reason to drag this out"

Vander doesn't say anything, but he does crack a smile, moving first to touch him, tugging his hair so that his head snaps up, the strain upwards to meet the larger mans eyes making his neck ache

Silco circles the chair like a hawk, walking slow and deliberate, kicking the chair a few times, the creek of wood on concrete and the footsteps being the only sounds. The realisation of no one hearing him scream makes something burn inside him.

Vander and Silco step back, letting his head fall back to a natural state. He takes his chance and spits, the glob landing grossly across Vanders chest.

The laugh that vander lets out is deep and riddled with something that isn't humour.

It takes less than two steps for him to be back where he was, grip not on his scalp but his neck, nails digging in a little too hard to be comfortable, cander raises his other hand, slapping him rough across the cheek, pulling him forward in his daze of shock so his sore and tender cheek is now covered in the cold wet from where his spit landed.

"You're disgusting, yknow that? a pain in our asses and even when you're stuck here, you dont mutter an apology"

Vander is mumbling, the words hot above you and all cruel, Silco watches blank faced, unsurprised at the turn out, walking simply to the side of the bound chair and slapping down on his inner thigh, its swift and it stings, he hits another 3 times, all on the same spot until it throbs and the yelp leaves his mouth despite being held back.

The first crack in the demeanour seems to make both leaders grin, enjoying this more than they expected, Vander moves his grip from the back of his neck to the front, his head falling back and resisting the grip, squeezing tight vander chokes him, making his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth open.

Silco takes advantage of it, two of his fingers slipping into the easy access opening. The intrusion fills his mouth till his lips are against the base of silco's fingers, and his throat feels a little too full to be comfortable

Vander releases his neck, the gasp of air not filling him enough with how his mouth is held open by the fingers, he bites down, hard, the skin breaking and the warm, slow trickle of blood fills his mouth and drips down his chin.

The only sign that Silco even feels the digging is the slight twitch of his mouth and the exhale of breath, but the fingers dont move, and only push a little harder making him choke and sputter around the digits.

Vanders belt hitting the floor makes his eyes break the contact he held with silco, the larger man removing his outergarments, so he's left in nothing but his worn in top and unbottoned pants.

Vander nods at silco and silco moves, an understanding between them unspoken as vander steps infront of him again, silco now stripping off to the side in a similar fashion.

Vander slaps him across the face, the other cheek now stinging with the familiar sensation, gripping his hair with one hand and a leg coming up to step just in front of his growing bulge vander laughs.

"I dunno why im surprised that you're enjoying this. it's perfectly in character for an attention seeking slut like yourself isnt it?"

the question is rhetorical, nothing but a twitch in your groin and the heat rushing to your face was needed for Vander to get the answer he wanted.

Vander moves away, tugging the t-shirt as he goes, the fabric laying useless against the bound body in front of him.

He lays there useless, blood on his chin, shirt open and still strapped spread, his bulge on display for anyone who looked, and Silco and Vander looked.

Both men watched him, enjoying the mess that he was after leaving messes across their territory for months it felt only fair that they made him remember just how messy it can be.

The pair of them weren't hard yet but it wasn't difficult to change that, silco took his head and spoke

"Now I've learned we can't trust you not to bite, so we'll just have to find other ways to use this pathetic body of yours, won't we? i mean, you couldn't even run away properly. What a useless mess"

Silco doesn't elaborate. Simply gripping his jaw and holding it open, using the grip to force his head down, his back curving uncomfortably till his open mouth is lined up with Silco's clothed cock, with a pull Silco makes it so he is pressed against the open heat, using the grip on his jaw to move it, as though all he was to Silco was a toy to fuck.

the fabric dampens and becomes uncomfortable to press against quickly, but it does nothing to deter silco, his eyes stay focused on him and how the spit gets across his cheeks and down his chin, moving him carelessly so theres even some on the tip of his nose.

After soiling the boy, Silco pulls away barely half hard but thoroughly entertained as he strips the damp pants and tugs his boxers down, both Silco and Vander stood like that.

He doesn't know when vander stripped more or when the man had started to touch himself at the sight of him being humiliated, but Vander was, and it clearly worked as he was hard.

Vander takes Silco's place, knowing better than to trust a mouth that bites so he simply stands directly in front, continuing to move his hand, acting as though he wasn't sitting there but at the same time staring as though he was the only reason Vander might cum

Silco steps in beside Vander, both of their cocks infront of him, hands touching themselves and eachother, while they touched their own cocks, they let their other hands wander across eachother.

Vqnder holding the small of silco's back, fingers squeezing around the smaller waist and Silco leaning into vanders chest, eyeing him as though he was dirt, despite how his hand moves a little quicker whenever they lock eyes.

With both of them so close yet too far, his cock strains in the only fabric he wears that isnt torn, his face is covered in drying spit and blood and his body aches from being tugged and slapped and straining against the binds that still hold him tight.

He almost cracks, his body hurts and he's desperate, tears well in his eyes and thats when it happens.

Vander cums first, he had been going longer than Silco, cumming in spurts that cover his chest and collarbones, the splash landing up across his jaw, mixing with the mess of fluids he's covered in. The grunts Vander makes sounding gutteral as he tilts his head down into silco's hair

Silco follows soon after, vanders hand taking over his own, tugging the cock like he knew it with his eyes closed, the cum going higher, splattering across his cheek and nose, some going as high as his forehead, silco bites back any sounds but the way his body shakes from the orgasm shows the way it takes over him.

They recover silently, touching each other in passing as they dress, silco wearing a fresh pair of pants, leaving the soiled ones on the concrete, a hot reminder of what happened now that the two are untossled

Leaving him there is cruel, but its just to them, vander leaves with silent words of a repeat. Silco doesnt bother answering him with words and waves the larger man away with his hand, Now the two of you.

Silco gives you a once over with his eyes and curls his lip.

"Disgusting, ill have someone dispose of you later, we wouldn't want you thinking a reward would come of your bratty behaviour"

and he leaves. The door slammed behind him, left alone bound, damp in fluids, and hard in your pants. You learned a lesson, but not the one they wanted.

You would be back for sure.

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— 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐋’ 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘.

biker!sevika x piltovan femme!reader. MDNI 18+ dom!sevika, sub!reader, semi-public, fingering, dirty talk, smoking, pet names, kissing, a singular ass slap or two. w/c: 1.2k, all porn a pinch of plot, enjoy bubz <3..

she’s such a punk with her man bun and her big arms hugged tightly by the leather jacket she sports, zaun written in bold letters on the back , and she smells of potent cigars and gasoline..you can literally smell her coming.

being a huge part of silco's clan and his right hand was nothing short of menacing, their rivals stretched far and wide all over the globe and she was the one cleaning their messes. and damn did she scare the hell out of everyone.

and then there was you, a piltover babe, you weren't an angel by no means..hanging out at the kiramman's everyday, you had to as you were nearly neglected by your parents whom worked closely with the council to upkeep the peace. and maybe it made you a bit angry at the world, or at them undercity murderers.

going to the last drop alone when you've obviously been told not to by your father, such a rebel.

“are you lost girl…you don’t look like you belong here hm?”

what you didn’t anticipate is for this hunk of a woman that you knew well enough to know she doesn’t want you here. pinning you against the old wall of the last drop as the loud music reverberates across the dark and musty alleyway, slim cigar hanging off of her lips with a tiny smirk.

“don’t think that’s any of your business sevika.” you snap, trying to take back some of your dignity as she towers over you, her shadow engulfing your entire existence.

“oh but you are my business”

your breath hitches at her words, heart thudding faster then ever at her response. mist colored grey eyes following the line of your mouth before locking onto your eyes, she spits out the half smoked cigarette, stubbing it with the toe of her worn out boot, mech arm twitching at her side.

her face inching closer, her gigantic body invading your space fully as she whispers against your mouth “you’re such a desperate little whore..you really thought that you can get me riled up like that hm? showing up in your shortest set, alone might i add.”

she smirks, making you work for it, chasing her pierced lips in hunger. her bulky arm circling your waist and twisting your entire body into the wall face first, a thud and a whine spilling out of your mouth.

“m-mhm i had to sevi, i missed you.”

her hand slides against the meat of your thigh, stilling the movement of your ass as you try to grind against her groin. “so pathetic ain’t ya?” a loud slap lands on your thigh. “a-ah yes ‘m so pathetic sevi” you bet it’ll bruise, the thought leaves your wet pussy convulsing tightly around nothing as her mech hand slides against your neck, tightening around it.

you can’t help but arch your back more, a threatening grunt leaving sevika’s mouth. “keep doing that ‘nd you’ll have to walk home naked.”

you can feel her smirk against the side of your head, your hands landing on both sides of her leather cladded thighs, clawing at them with no care to her spoken threats. grinding slowly with precision. “you’re gonna mark me up before you make me walk home? fucked out ‘nd naked for you? hm? want everyone to know..vika p-please a-ah.”

“awh so slutty..does your mother know of this baby?” she chuckles “her precious girl walking out of the pits of hell that she’s trying to fix up. clothes torn, hair disheveled like a whore, reeking of pure sex.”

her big calloused hand slides down to your chest pawing at your boobs like a hungry mutt “you’re soo mine.” a haste slap landing on your tit before she tucks her hand into your shirt sliding down your bra without care if anyone would come out and see the two of you. cold forefingers pinching and twisting at your perked up nipple. she growls into your neck “say it.”

ring cladded hand sliding down and into your panties, you can feel her lips stretching into a smirk at the way you’re dripping wet for her, feeling up and down your drenched slit.

“ ‘m yours sevi ah-hngh fuck mee.” your hand reaching to still her hand as you grind against it with no shame. “h-hah oh fu-uck.” eyes rolling at the way her big hand engulfs your entire pussy, clit twitching against her calloused hand at the feeling of the hard ridges alone.

“tch look at you..using me with no care” her mech arm wrapping around your waist as you lean into her, head falling against her shoulder, legs nearly giving out from underneath you if not for her tight hold against your midsection.

never stopping your movements you keep on using her hand, she lets you think that maybe you’re in control. you never noticed how fast you were going, until she stills your hips by ramming two fingers into your pussy, penetrating way too slow for your liking.

a squeaky breathy moan leaving your mouth as you chase hers for a kiss, looking back into her big lusty eyes as you brace yourself against the wall. her cigarette smelling lips melting against yours as she groans into your mouth loud. the squelching of her abuse against your pussy loud enough for her to hear as clear as day, sending her into a trance.

the door to the last drop opens up abruptly, the jingle sounding off as a group of people come out as you squeal in front of her face. "s-sevika" she tuts, shielding you body with hers "shh quiet.” not even taking her hand out or pausing.

you feel your body starting to shake violently against her, you cannot pinpoint if it's because you might get caught or not. pawing at her jacket and hair, nearly losing your mind at her speeding up, curling her long digits upwards and against where you need her most. she can feel how you tighten around her digits, she cannot resist it ramming her fingers into you even more. “cum for me baby..now.” and you can’t help but gush at her command.

“o-oh fu-u-uck sevika pleasee” you bite on your lips drawing out blood, brain turning into mush as she keeps the same pace, making you cream all over her fingers. as the both of you stand there, catching your breath as she chuckles at the state of you. a soft murmur leaving you lips “shut up.”

easing her soggy and very wet fingers out of you, she kisses all over your neck, turning you around. “not what you were saying earlier hm?” she mocks you, hand reaching out to your bitten lip, wiping the blood onto her handkerchief. eyes softening at the state of you “you’re all good?”

“mhm ‘m soo good” wrapping your arm around her neck you leave pecks here and there on her face and neck as she scowls—mouth still stretching into a tiny smile. a stinging slap landing on your ass. “fine fine ‘nough of that” she grunts out after leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

“let’s get you home huh? hop on.” and you do so with shaky legs. getting driven back to your parents whom definitely heard the loud engine rev closer with your arms wrapped around her waist like your life depended on it.

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[wrthzell]

hellooo! i haven't requested anything for a WHILE but your latest work of m!reader x vander was so cute so i got a little idea.

LET'S JUST IMAGINE (😭😭) that vander survives, but instead of him, the one who died THAT day was his fiancé/husband. so now, he's not warwick but his husband is.

u see the reunion inside the mines, how would it be if his husband on warwick form recognized him? and how would he react to seeing him like that?

if u liked the request let me know bc i may have a little idea of a continuation for this one where everyone gets a happy ending lol 🫡

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. — (Vander X Warwick!Male Reader).

Note: Hi! That's actually such an interesting switch! Ended up very angsty and took a while to finish since end of year has everyone very busy. It was fun to write, thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Vander's husband was accidentally a victim during Silco's revenge plot. After many years, he returns to his home—Vander—but with drastic changes.

Warnings: Spoilers, don't read unless you've watched Arcane. Potentially triggering content that briefly mentions a fight and injuries.

Key: (Y/n) — Your name. | (H/c) — Your hair colour. | (E/c) — Your eye colour.

Red obscures (Y/n)’s vision, all objects but a mere shadowy silhouette in a maroon background. The sounds are distorted, muffled as if the creature was submerged inside a liquid even as the putrid air scorches his lungs and burns inside him along with his blood. Faint memories fade in and out of his consciousness like a detuned radio switching between frequencies, the humming of the static and the violent flashes of noise dulled out by the words that cut through it.

Powder’s eyes adjust the settings, keeping the radio tuned at the right frequency and letting the memories be coherent and loud for longer. The red fades, white seeps through, and suddenly he sees the little girl before him, shining like the sun. He opens his mouth, strange even to himself, and lets the sound out of his throat. “Powder.”

A rough, calloused hand presses against his shoulder in a gentle gesture of affection as he watches the children run around chasing each other. Tousled blue hair comes in his direction, Powder’s eyes closed as the girl giggles and holds out another one of her recent contraptions in her tiny hands. Her eyes were open, and the sweet look on them brought a pleasant sensation of joy. The hand squeezes his shoulder. Vander. Vander. The bar. The mines. Vander.

Claws scratch against dirt and filthy pavements, and the creature desperately propels itself forward as the memories fade away. His feet ache, the static gradually returns, and his vision fogs. There's nothing left once he reaches the mines. Nothingness gnaws at his mind, and the smell of soot and ash throws him back into the liquid; the mines brighten up with his movements, but he is blind to the light. (Y/n) stays quiet, no longer searching, just waiting. What he's waiting for, he doesn't know.

Something does come eventually, metallic footsteps and mumbling voices that send a sharp ringing to his head and urge him to attack whatever has come to threaten him. His gut screams at him to move, and he can't hold out any longer; as the sounds grow louder, he gives in to instinct.

Blood rushes to his head, a mechanical click of weapons echoes in the mines, and he feels a surge of vicious adrenaline pumping along with the mixture of chemicals inside him. Dark silhouettes appear, bracing themselves for confrontation and raising their guards; one stands out, a hulking figure—compared to the others—that stands in front with its fists raised.

(Y/n) lunges at it, sharp teeth ready to maul the shadow and tear it into pieces. He knocks them to the ground, claw grazing their left cheek as he slams his hand on the side of their head. The black blur stays still, eyes boring into the creature's mismatched ones.

Greyish blue overwhelms the crimson and the darkness, and as the man’s mouth opens, his voice pierces its way directly into his ears. “(Y/n)... What happened to you?”

It’s unlike Powder’s gentle tuning; his is a harsh decentering force that rips him away from his current reality and thrusts him into the past and the present at the same time. He shudders, mind spinning endlessly with recognition and horror freezing him at where he stands and paralysing his every limb to complete inertia. If he once was submerged in liquid, this liquid has now been turned solid and started to form cracks at its surface.

Five seconds in stillness pass before the creature staggers away, its body swaying side to side as it loses its balance. The pressure in his brain grows stronger as the static melts away and leaves clarity in its wake; the memories surge in a blaring stream, and this time, they stay. (Y/n) blinks twice—vision finally clearing up—and looks at the man in front of him.

“Vander.”

The lights flickered with each step he took and white spots danced in his vision. (Y/n)’s head throbbed, his heart ached, and suddenly it wasn’t just dirt entering his lungs but burning ash as Vander gawked at him—eyes wide, desperate. He stands amid fire; wreckage falls all around him, threatening to crush him and end his life at any moment. His body is much too heavy to move, and a strange fluorescent liquid leaks out of his eyes and ears.

After a long beat of silence, he felt something wet staining his hand, which he now realised had been firmly pressed against the centre of his stomach. He falls. His head hits the floor first, sending a muffled thud from his ear to his eye. The fire crackles around him, cradling him to sleep as the screams vanish bit by bit and the image of Vander dissolves like dust in the wind.

A contrite silence lingers in the mines; his senses return at the same time his memories settle in. No more switching between frequencies, but stuck in the appropriate frequency at which he can remember what was heard and still hear what is being said. Everything breaks completely, and he falls to his knees.

“(Y/n).” Vander calls, worriedly rushing to hold his lover's disfigured face in his hands. There's a rush of tenderness and longing coursing through his veins; he is overwhelmed both by the joy of reunion and by the grief of what was lost.

Darkness shrouds them like a warm cloak, hiding the two men from sight. (Y/n) crawls closer to the other man, his broad figure curling on itself to be as small as possible and claws meekly laying stagnant at the sides of the men he loves. The two hold each other, hearing the sound of their hearts beating. They are alive, and for once in a long time, they are home.

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HOMECOMING? : JAYCE X VIKTOR X M!READER

jayce and viktor are in love. like, a lot. and it’s getting obnoxious, really. they’ll be messing around as you try to go to sleep. you were crushing on both of them for the longest time, but now they were together, and you couldn’t have either of them. right?

hiya! everyone’s happy in this au and no deaths, so that’s why jinx is powder! yes, everyone is healthy and well, including vander, silco, mylo, calggor, heimer, isha, even felicia, and others! in this au, viktor is  healthy! all he’s got is really bad tendonitis, which is why he still uses a cane. also, like i said in my other jayce fic, i don’t speak spanish fluently, so most things in spanish are from google translate. anyways, have a great read and day/night!

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Everyone knows Jayce and Viktor are together. How did that happen? No one really knows. Piltover Academy and Zaun University are the two biggest rival schools around. Both you and Viktor are transfer students from Zaun Uni, and you were roomed together, obviously. Somehow, Jayce found a natural pull on Viktor, and before long, they started dating. 

It was kind of tiring, always being the third wheel. You’re Viktor’s best friend, and so you’re always around. But then, suddenly, Jayce was there too. You were studying and Viktor came home? Jayce was right behind him. Did you go to a café to relax and draw with him? Jayce pulls up a third seat. It was sort of infuriating, you felt like you were losing your best friend to some random Piltie. 

To be honest, you had always had a crush on Viktor, but you never acted on it, scared you would lose your best friend. But turns out, you’re already losing him, slowly but surely. At least that’s what you think. And Jayce, oh, Jayce. He looked so good. Viktor had dragged you to a few of his games, against your free will. However, he did (kind of) look good, all sweaty like that. And him in his varsity jacket after games when his clothes would stick to his skin? Gods, you can’t think that. You’re not supposed to think any of this. They’re both taken, you can’t have them, no matter how much you daydream about it. 

With homecoming right around the corner, everyone was asking each other out left and right. Vi had somehow been able to sneak into Caitlyn’s room and surprise her with flowers. Ekko texted you, apparently, Powder had done a whole big show with glitter bombs and everything to ask him out. Mylo, surprisingly, didn’t make a huge deal about asking Claggor out. But apparently, it was kinda cringey according to Powder. Mel had even gotten some expensive chocolates to ask Elora. You didn’t expect anything to happen, and you had originally planned to just stay in that night. However, Jayce and Viktor had other plans. 

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You’re lying in bed, the window open to the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves. You’re doomscrolling on your phone when you hear the faint sounds of footsteps. You pause the vido you’re watching and sit up. You can hear Viktor and Jayce’s voice follows close behind. You groan, flopping back onto your bed. As the door knob jingles and the door creaks open, they both come in, still talking as you grab your headphones and laptop, deciding to try to get some work done. 

You blast your music through your headphones and don’t notice when Viktor is practically yelling your name to get your attention. You don’t realize even he’s talking to you until he sits down on your bed next to you, and you pull one side of your headphones off.

“Hey, V. Did you need something?” 

“Wow, welcome back to the land of the living, dude.” Jayce laughs, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Yes, eh… Jayce and I have been meaning to talk to you about something.” Viktor says, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Can you take your headphones off? You pull your headphones off, looing in between him and Jayce, searching their faces for any clue to what it is, but Jayce interrupts your thoughts. 

“You’re in love.” Jayce blurts out, and you almost choke on your own saliva. Your whole face immediately turns bright red, and you try to cover your face, only for Viktor to move your hands out of the way. 

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stutter as you shut your laptop. Jayce sits down on your other side, and suddenly you’re trapped. Your whole body feels warm, and your head is swimming. You pull your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs.

“Yes, you do. We’ve talked to Mel, you know. All that psychology stuff actually works, you know. But even without her, we can tell. You blush any time I touch you, and you don’t even try to hide it with Vik,” Jayce says. 

“So, are you just gonna make fun of me? If you are, you don’t need to, I’m already at war with myself,” you mumble, and Viktor cups your face, making you look at him. His touch is electric, and you feel like you’re going to pass out if he gets any closer. 

“Krásný, look at me. We’re not going to make fun of you. Quite the opposite, really. Jayce and I… we have talked about you.” You look up at him, slightly afraid of what he’s going to say. He rarely ever calls you krásný anymore. What is happening? Jayce takes your laptop off of your lap and replaces it with his hand. Yeah, you’re definitely gonna pass out.

“Cariño, will you go to homecoming with us? Nos encantaría llevarte.” As the words flow from Jayce’s mouth, you swear your heart stops for a second. What? What? WHAT? That is literally the last thing you thought he was going to say. Also, CARIÑO? Oh gods, they’ve won your heart. You’ve heard Jayce speak in Spanish to his mom, but by Janna does it feel different when he speaks to you. When Viktor speaks in Czech, you melt. And now Jayce is talking to you in Spanish? You stare, but at what, you have no idea. Your mind has just gone blank, and you have no idea how to respond.

“Wh- what?” Your voice cracks, and you clear your throat. Your head swivels back and forth between them, and there’s a part of you that fully expects this to be a joke. “Are you joking? I mean, what? Is that… like, something you can do?” 

“Of course it is. Who says we can’t? If we all love each other, then why not?” Viktor explains. It’s then that you realize that you’ve stopped breathing, and you shake your head, releasing your chin from Viktor’s grasp, and take a few deep breaths. 

“Is… is that a no?” Jayce asks, his tone hesitant and… scared? They both search your face for any indicator of refusal. 

“No! I mean, no, I-I’d love to. I’m just… in shock, I guess?” You lift your hands from your legs, your hands shaking. You wring them together, trying to stop them from quivering. “I… I’d love to. I’d love to go to homecoming with you two,” you smile, although your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly.

“Really? Oh my gods, thank you!” Viktor grabs your face, pressing soft kisses around your face. Jayce’s fingers intertwine with yours, and you swear your brain short circuits. 

“It’s going to be the best night of your life, we promise.”

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© — @gearsandhammers 2025 - created and written by kaisen - do not steal my work or repost without my permission.

[colemorrison]

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And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound

Pairing : Silco x M!Reader with a chronic illness

Genre : Oneshot/Drabble

Warning's : None, just an emotional thing cause I am in pain.

Summary : Thin arms wrapped around your shoulders, awkwardly rubbing your back up and down.

"I will send someone out to get you your medicine, standing is not good for you. Come."

Word Count : 404

A/n : I am curled into multiple blankets as I write this cause heat is all that helps, this is a little self indulgent but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

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His eyes silently watched you shuffle into his office, settling onto the couch, your small sniffles kept his attention even though there was work covering his desk.

"Dear?"

Silco's voice called, his eyes turned back to his work, awaiting your reply, when you didn't he looked back at you, a small frown tugging at his lips when he was met with your tear stained face.

"Has it gotten that bad again?"

A small nod was all he got in response, you needed your medication which you had ran out of, with it coming from above it wasn't exactly easy getting it in the quantity's you needed.

"I will go out and see what I can do, do I need to call Sevika to watch you?"

Though it hurt to move he watched you get up, limping toward him, your body full of pain in every joint. Your shaking hands wrapped around his waist gripping him tightly, you didn't wanna go through this alone.

"Please don't go."

Your words were so small and your grip so tight it made him pause, frozen in place as your tears dripped onto his vest, your nails dug into his clothes, if he pulled away it might've ripped.

"I.."

You looked up at him, teary eyes pleading with your boyfriend, this was so new to him he was unfamiliar with what to do in this situation, part of him was uncomfortable but another part of him softened at someone feeling so much love for him.

"Alright.. I will stay."

Thin arms wrapped around your shoulders, awkwardly rubbing your back up and down.

"I will send someone out to get you your medicine, standing is not good for you. Come."

It was a demand, the hug melted away as he gently pulled you to follow him to your shared bedroom. The bed was a mess, blankets half way off the bed because of the way you shuffled out of them all. You watched Silco straighten the bed, gesturing for you to lay down as he unbuttoned his vest and folded it on the nightstand.

The bed dipped slightly as he laid next to you, thin fingers wiping away your tears, he hated to see his boyfriend in so much pain. His arms wrapped around your trembling frame, pulling you close to his chest, his skin was warm, his body hugging all the right places.

"Thank you Silco."

"You're welcome handsome."

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[bitchface24-7]

The old man cravings are at it again- (Not like they ever left) I just can't get enough about Silco. ESPECIALLY WITH YOUR LAST POST OMFGG AMAZING!

You already know how I feel about that man and like omg im already foaming at the mouth thinking about him but like- Silco x Chubby/Bigger girl.. Im on my knees and I (NOT TO VENT) could use a little something to believe my favs would love me and my body :3

Thank you and I hope you are doing well! Glad to see you writing and posting again. You always cook!

THE QUEEN OF ZAUN - SILCO X READER

synopsis: you’ve known Silco for quite some time now. You were a Sister of Zaun, you were there when everything went wrong, you were the one to patch Silco up, and you were by his side when he took over the Lanes. Who better to be the one on his arm? His confidant, his companion, his partner… His Queen.

warnings: non-descriptive violence, mentions of the bridge bombing and betrayal, fluff, suggestiveness, pre-established relationship, grinding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, getting caught, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. Why'd they make this old man hot??? Everyone enjoys his character now but I was in the trenches back when we only had S1 and EVERYONE HATED HIM 😭😭 LIKE WHERE WERE YALL BEFORE???? Anyways hope y'all enjoy it!

You've been by Silco’s side for as long as you can remember. He's a few years older than you, and you thought he was the coolest guy ever. Especially when he kind of took you under his wing as a Freedom Fighter for Zaun. You all called each other brothers and sisters, it was a found family that you'd kill for. That you'd die for.

Then the bridge explosion happened.

Countless of brothers and sisters dead. Either by the bomb, or by the relentless enforcers. There was so much smoke, so much blood.

It still haunts your nightmares.

What came after was even worse.

You remember being distraught over how you found Silco. His wavy dark hair drenched in toxic water, clinging to his sculpted face. Bruises around his neck and arms, a nasty laceration on his face— blinding one of his teal eyes.

The wound was raw, red, and looked painful. It oozed pus— infected due to the dirty water he was submerged in.

Silco was quiet. His confident, chatty, sarcastic nature no where to be found. His one clear eye was dark, an anger you've never seen before surfacing on his pretty face.

You asked what happened. What did this? Who did this? He only said one word that explained everything. That one word also broke your heart.

“Vander.”

With that, you cared for Silco to the best of your abilities. He's treasured that care, and he will continue to treasure that care till the day he dies.

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That was a little over a decade ago, the two of you in your early twenties. Now you've grown. Physically, mentally, emotionally. The two of you aren't the same people you were back then.

Silco is much colder. He's manipulative, he uses his charms to get what he wants by any means necessary. He's got the Lanes wrapped around his pinky finger.

But you've got him wrapped around yours.

You're not as naive anymore. Not as kind or generous. These past few years have hardened you, and have shown you that loyalty and respect are earned; not given.

Gone are the two young dreamers who wore stitched-together clothing, wild hair and even wilder eyes.

Silco dawns form-fitting suits, jackets, and polished shoes. Expensive accessories and even more expensive cigars.

You have been gifted a multitude of fancy gifts. Each one more expensive than the last.

Now, you match Silco to a T. A black slinky dress dawns your curvaceous figure, sharp black stiletto heels, dark red nails with a matching dark red lip, a massive rock on your ring finger, and a two-toned fur coat.

Only the best for his wife.

You're one of his soft spots, Jinx, your adopted daughter being the second.

Many have tried to get in Silco’s good books. Very very few succeed.

Men with too much lip and not enough action.

Women who try to warm his bed, stating they're better than you. They're thinner, more “beautiful”, they're the ones who should be seen on his arm.

Silco can’t help but roll his eye at that. He’ll scoff and look down his nose at them with a dark, “She’s a goddess among men. You're a cheap, fake rendition trying desperately to cling to a station not meant for you. Now leave, before you make it so that today is your last day.”

They always leave the office in tears. Bottom lip wobbling as mascara streaks down their cheeks. You can't help but smirk as they shoot you nasty glares. Your perfectly painted lips are full of smug venom, your wedding ring sparkling as you sarcastically wiggle your fingers goodbye.

The woman always huff, crying a bit harder as they leave.

Pathetic.

You casually sashay into the office and see your love sitting at his desk, one hand rubbing his temple as the other swirls his bourbon.

“Hello darling.”

At your voice, Silco’s head jolts up. A rare smile graces his handsome face. You close the door behind you and lock it.

No need for anymore interruptions.

“Sweetheart, it's nice to finally see you. You've been hiding away all day.”

You sigh jokingly, sitting atop Silco’s desk. Your fur coat slides down your arms and rests in the crook of your elbow, showing off your upper body. Your neck, shoulders, chest, cleavage and upper back are devoured by Silco’s hungry gaze.

“I didn't want to intrude. It seems like you had some... Company while I was away.”

Silco scoffs, messing up his usually perfect hair and takes a big swig of his bourbon, “Unwanted company sweetness. They keep trying, those idiots.”

You laugh, fully dropping your coat onto his desk and sitting in his lap. Silco's hands rest against your full hips as you settle down comfortably.

Your tone is saccharine and purr-like as you play with Silco’s hair and trace his sharp features, “Well… you are the most powerful man in Zaun, and the most attractive. I can understand why they want you so desperately.”

Silco’s smirk makes you shiver lightly, “And how would you know that?”

“Because I was just as desperate a decade ago.”

Silco chuckles, a deep grumbly sound emitting from his chest, it makes your panties damp, “I remember. You following me like a lost little duckling. All doe-eyed and bitten-lipped.”

You pull Silco close by the nape of the neck, and kiss his scarred cheek slowly, leaving behind a perfect red imprint, “Well it worked out in my favour didn't it? I remember finally getting you where I desperately desired. How I rubbed it in to the other Sisters of Zaun.” your tone full of smug satisfaction.

“Yes, we fucked desperately inside a random storage closet, like most young adults do.”

Your laugh is loud, and full of joy. It causes a smile to overtake Silco's face.

“There's one thing I miss from all those years ago.”

“And what's that, sweetheart?”

“Your longer hair… and eyeliner. I miss pulling on it when you ate me out and fucked me. Seeing the eyeliner roll down those high cheekbones was just a bonus.”

Silco lunges forward and kisses you, you swear your lips will be all puffy due to the force used. The kiss becomes messy, as the two of you grind against one another, eventually you pull back and see red all over Silco's face.

His cheeks are flushed red, his face has perfect lip marks, his lips are the same red yours are, and his hair's a mess.

God he looks so good.

“I’ll grow it out again, just for you.”

You devilishly smirk as you kiss him once more, your panties sticking desperately to your messy cunt as you frot against the large bulge inside his pants.

Without breaking the kiss, you unbutton and pull down Silco's pants, and he pushes your dress up and pulls your panties to the side, slipping his hard cock in with no problems. Your drenched pussy welcoming him in gladly.

There's no adjustment period, you start bouncing desperately and Silco fucks up into you simultaneously. It's amazing. His cock hits every sweet spot you have.

It’s a bruising pace, his cockhead keeps squishing not only your g-spot but your cervix as well. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you gasp out in pure bliss.

The coiling in your lower belly is wounding up each second you bounce on your lover's cock. Fuck, he's moulded your pussy to his cock. No other will ever satisfy you the way his does.

It’s over for you when he rubs your engorged clit in a smooth circle, your juices making every movement easier. You cum, moaning loudly. Your pussy clenches desperately onto the big, thick cock inside you, and a small amount of juice spills out. Soaking Silcos’s lap and staining his pants.

He continues to fuck up into you, even though you're slouched into his neck and whining at the overstimulation. He's using you like his very own pocket pussy.

And you are.

One, two, three thrusts later he's balls deep inside you, cockhead kissing your cervix as he cums viciously inside you. You can feel each pump of his cock as your belly warms up. God, you aren't sure you can get off his lap without a nice stream of cum oozing out of you.

The two of you pant, satiated. You indulge in your after-glow until it's interrupted by a noise in the rafters above you two. A few minutes later you hear, “I’m assuming I’m getting a sibling in the upcoming months?”

You and Silco look to one another before shouting in tandem,

“JINX!”

Whoops. At least she didn't see you two going at it. Small blessings, huh?

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Hope y'all enjoyed this. Idk what came over me, I wasn't originally going to write smut yet… here we are!