#silco x aristocrat!reader

[dimlylittorch]

this started off as a hurt comfort fic but i changed my mind and it turned into.. manipulation. i am unwell. THIS SHIT IS LIKE 3K+ WORDS BE WARNED.

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Silco x transmasc!reader

small synopsis: he finds the son of an aristocrat in Piltover to be his pawn

He’ll never forget that day. That day on the bridge, when his entire world changed. Ever since then, there’s been a pit inside of his stomach. It churns and twists whenever something that is his is in danger. When something of his is out of his reach.

Grief is a funny thing. It can invoke every kind of human emotion. Anger, sadness.. it tears a person up inside. Leaving scars that will never heal completely. Yes, they fade with time. But sometimes they fester. And wounds get reopened- bringing every single old emotion back in one fell swoop.

Meeting you changed everything he thought he knew. When he thought he’d finally found himself on stable ground, you pulled the world out from under his feet. His heart had grown cold, and he found himself incapable of.. feeling. Feeling anything other than rage, or hate. He had no pity for the weak. Not anymore.

Until he found you.

The day he met you was the day he felt like maybe- just maybe, he could breathe again. A pretty little thing you were. Coming from a good family in Piltover, you were clean and well taken care of, nothing like the people in the Undercity. You were innocent, and completely unaware of the dangers that lied in the Undercity among people like him.

Having packed a small bag, fully intending on exploring some more of the world that your parents kept you so sheltered from, you managed to find yourself near an entrance into the Undercity without even knowing it. Walking through damp alleyways and past the docks, slipping on the occasional patch of worn wood. You had no idea how dangerous it was for you to be out there in the dark.. let alone by yourself.

You found yourself stumbling across run down buildings with holes in the ceiling and ruined infrastructures. One warehouse in particular caught your eye as it seemed relatively stable. You peeked inside through the front entrance before opening the door, it creaking loudly. You take a few steps inside, glancing around at how different it was from the buildings you’d seen your whole life.

“Wow” you whisper to yourself when you look up, a clear view of the moon through one of the holes in the ceiling. Of course, you had no idea Silco was using this place for his own purposes. And you had no idea he was near. Walking through the main area of the building, a small smile creeps along your lips. “Hello!” You call out, hearing a faint echo back, much to your amusement. Silco stood in a dark doorway with his eyes on you, his eye brow quirked with interest. When was the last time he’d heard someone truly laugh?

As you make your way up the large staircase, Silco moves to quietly follow you, curious of your movements. He’d never seen you before.. and you certainly didn’t look like you were from the Undercity. Tripping over debris every now and then, Silco can see the lightness in your movements. You weren’t wary or cautious. Simply exploring like a child would. Once you reach the next floor you see the remnants of old furniture, crouching down and looking at what he would consider trash. He watches with curiosity as you pick up a small item you see on the floor, smiling to yourself as you slip it into your pocket.

Making your way through the run down building, you find a rickety staircase that leads onto the roof. Stepping onto it hesitantly, Silco stays back and watches as you flinch when it creaks and shakes under your weight. Standing still for a moment, you take a breath before heading up the stairs and reaching the roof. Silco hums with amusement as he watches your actions, deciding he might as well follow. He found you intriguing after all. As you settle onto the roof, setting your bag down he slowly follows. But when he hears a sharp creak in the metal, a gasp slips past his lips as he reaches for the roof, the rusted metal staircase starting to collapse.

He saw his life before his eyes- as much as he hated to admit it. The thought of dying to a staircase was embarrassing for a man like him. As he clawed at the wood of the roof, he suddenly felt two hands on one of his arms, and he looked up to see you. The soft face looking back at him, faced riddled with worry.

“Shit- hold on” you say quickly as you tug on him as hard as you can, moving onto your stomach so you can hook your arms under his shoulders, getting a better grip. With a gasp from your lips, he holds onto you out of instinct as he kicks his foot up, using it to push the both of you onto the roof.

When he manages to get onto the roof completely, you roll onto your back, pulling him with you. The both of you breathing heavily, he finds himself in your arms, still holding him. “You okay?” You say softly against his ear before you gently remove your arms from his upper body, leaving him to sit straddled over your hips.

He puts a hand next to your head, using it to sit himself up with a shaky breath as he looks down at you, faces only inches apart. “Fine.” He mutters before he sits himself up further, resting against your hips and thighs. You sit yourself up slightly, hands resting by his knees as you gaze up at him.

“You sure?” You ask softly as your eyes trail over his face, not once flinching from his scars. He looks back at you with a hesitant glance, not used to anyone caring about his wellbeing.

He huffs and moves off of your lap, sitting next to you with a sigh. “I’ve faced worse” he murmurs as he slicks his hair back with his hand.

Sitting up fully, you gently scoot over to be closer to him. You glance over his form, taking in his presence. Fairly tall and slender, but still.. solid. “I’m glad you’re okay.” You say faintly, much to his surprise. He looks over at you, harsh eyes trailing over your form.

“You’re an odd little thing.” He mutters as he looks you over. “And just what were you coming up here for? The scenic view?” He scoffs.

“I’ve just.. never been up here before” you say softly.

“And you got curious?” He muses as he runs his fingers through his hair before standing up and adjusting his not ruffled clothing.

“Mhm” you hum as you stand up with him. Before you can say anything else, a rotted piece of wood breaks under your feet, making you trip forward, grabbing onto him for balance. The force knocks him backwards, making him land on his arse with a huff, you landing on your stomach in his hold. “Christ-“ you gasp when you hit his form and the wood. Gathering yourself for a moment, you look up and meet his sharp gaze. “We have to stop falling into each other like this” you huff with a faint laugh as you sit up slightly, but still leaning over him as you catch your breath.

He sighs when he looks down at you, seeing just how.. soft you truly are. Gentle eyes and a kind smile.. nothing like what he was used to. As you look up at him, your smile widens slightly.

“Hm.. do you have heterochromia? Where your eyes are two different colors?” You question innocently as you sit back and look at him. “They’re really pretty”

He freezes when he hears your words. Pretty. Pretty? Has he ever been called pretty? No. That’s something he would remember. If half of his face wasn’t so scarred it would probably be apparent that he was blushing slightly. Glancing over your facial features, he can’t help but find you amusing. You clearly didn’t know who he was.

“Something like that.” He replies quietly before looking downcast. If only he didn’t have a massive story behind his face. Maybe things would be easier.

Reaching into your bag, you pull out a small brown paper bag and offer it to him. “Are you from the Undercity?” You ask softly. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in Piltover before..”

His eyebrows raise when you offer him the small paper bag, but he begrudgingly takes it, opening it and finding.. cookies. Homemade cookies. He pauses as he thinks about what he’s doing. Sitting on a roof with some topsider idiot trying to make conversation. He should be working towards his dream of Zaun right now. But.. a part of him wanted to stay put. He hated to admit it. But he’s missed being treated like a normal person. And not like a crime lord. Grabbing a cookie with a sigh, he sets the bag down and looks over at you. “Yes, I am. It’s clear you’re from topside..” he mutters as he takes a bite of the cookie.

A small smile quirks at the corner of your lips when you see him take the cookie and take a bite. “My mom made those” you say softly. “Do you like them?”

He huffs a little when he hears you mention your mother. God, how old were you? You seemed in your twenties, maybe.. but there was an innocence about you. The world hadn’t ruined you. Not yet. “It’s.. fine.” He says quietly as he eats the rest of the cookie. He had to stay stoic like always- but in reality he couldn’t remember the last time he had something sweet. It was.. nice. Almost too nice. Sweet enough to give him a toothache. “My compliments to your mother.” He adds faintly.

Your smile widens a bit and you chuckle. “I’ll tell her you said that.” You look at the bag for a moment before gently pushing it towards him. “If you have any friends you want to share with- you can have them. I can always get more.”

God, how innocent could you get? Friends? Him having friends? He almost laughed at the thought. “You truly have no idea who I am?” He questions as he looks up, his gaze meeting your own.

When his eyes meet your own, your heart stutters a little. His gaze was sharp and piercing, nothing like you were used to. In Piltover it was all ‘make sure you maintain polite eye contact- staring is rude,’ but he clearly didn’t follow any stupid rules like you had to. “I’m sorry” you murmur, looking downcast before you look back up at him and offer him your hand. “I suppose I should’ve asked sooner. I’ve been terribly rude.” You could practically feel your mothers words flowing through you- ever forced polite response you ever had to give, rushing back on autopilot. “I’m Y/N, of house L/N.”

His eyebrow quirks when he sees how.. formal you are. He stares at your hand for a moment before sighing and shaking your hand. “Silco.” He says simply before retracting his hand. “And just what does your family do? You seem awfully.. well trained.”

You could help but snort at his words. Well trained? That was a new one. But in reality, it made sense. To society you were nothing more than a dog that knows how to behave. “We’re in the mining industry.” You say with a small smile. “My father manufactures a lot of the machinery that the miners use.”

He hums when he hears your words. Mining? He knew quite a lot about that. Having worked in the mines in his youth.. it’s not something he would go back to willingly. “I take it you don’t work in the mines.” He muses.

“Afraid not.” You hum. “I was attending University.. but I needed a break.”

He scoffs at that, rolling his eyes before he moves to stand up. “There is no time for breaks if you truly wish to accomplish something.” He chastises. “Surely your father has taught you that.”

“I’ve learned not to push myself.” You murmur as you lay back on the roof, gazing up at the sky.

“We aren’t alive just to lie around and relax.” He scoffs as he moves to crouch next to you, his knee by your head as he looks down at you. “You think I got to where I am by taking breaks? By not pushing myself?”

A few moments of silence pass before you sit up, tilting your head up so that your eyes meet his. “And yet.. I don’t even know who you are.”

Before you know it, you feel his hand on your chin, squeezing your cheeks slightly as he lifts your face closer to his. “I’ll have you know, boy.” He whispers dangerously. “I control the Undercity. And everyone in it. So choose your next words wisely.” He seethes as he glares down at you.

A few more beats of quiet- the only noise the occasional creaking of the roof. He watches as your eyes soften, face becoming more relaxed in his hold. Anyone else would’ve been terrified.. but here you were. Gazing up at him.

“Would you like to come home for dinner tomorrow night?”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Pardon?” He questions as he lets go of your face, but not pulling away.

You reach up to rub your chin a little, looking up at him. “Well.. you’re in charge of the Undercity.” You say softly. “And tomorrow we’re hosting a dinner party with other important people.” You murmur. “Would you want to come?”

He stares down at you for a few moments, the cogs turning in his brain. What was this boy’s agenda? He didn’t even know him. But.. the thought appealed to him. Slightly. Being invited to a dinner party in Piltover that is filled with rich bureaucrats, your parents certainly not approving of your choice for a plus one.

“What.. a kind offer.” He says with a small smirk as he stands up, offering his hand to you. Befriending a young aristocrat of Piltover. That could be very helpful with his plans. A little pawn all to himself. “I think it would be rude of me to reject it.”

Reaching up to take his hand, he helps you up as you look at him with a smile on your lips. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” You say sweetly.

He chuckles, slipping his hands into his pockets and looking off into the distance over Piltover. “Oh, I’m sure it will be.”

Your parents were certainly happy when you told them you’d be bringing a plus one. While you were sociable, you haven’t exactly been considered for any marriage unions yet with other young aristocrats- much to your parents dismay. You weren’t exactly the typical marriage candidate anyways. You didn’t have much of an interest in business or politics. You’d much rather do things you enjoy.

While you may seem innocent, you weren’t truly that ditsy. You knew your parents wouldn’t like the person you brought to dinner, but a part of you wanted the discourse. To show your parents you could be doing much worse than you are. But you have been well behaved your whole life, and you’re not doing drugs in a ditch somewhere in the Undercity.

Your mind had a knack for making things seem.. less complicated than they were. Call it a coping mechanism. You didn’t see a scenario where your parents would be incredibly upset that you brought home a man like him. Surely they would be welcoming to someone who has power. That’s what your brain told you, at least. You were sweet and innocent to everyone around you because your brain dumbed things down for you on the daily. Without that? You’d be a walking ball of anxiety. It’s better this way, being the silly little child of an aristocrat who could see the good in everyone.

You had agreed to meet Silco at the main bridge between Piltover and Zaun. When he walks through the evening fog, you smile at him. He was wearing a red button down with nice pants, probably some of the best clothes he had- while you were wearing a white button down with black pants. “You clean up nice.” You chuckle as he walks up to you.

“I try” he muses with a smirk as the two of you set off to your parent’s estate.

As the two of you walked, you can’t help but feel your chest tighten. Were you really about to bring a probably dangerous stranger into your parents home?

“What are you playing at, hm?” Silco hums, making you turn your head to look up at him. When he sees the look on your face, he chuckles. “I know this isn’t just a sweet little invitation. You have a motive.”

A sigh slips past your lips as you both mosey through the foggy streets of Piltover. “I needed a plus one.” You murmur.

“I don’t think I’m the kind of man you bring home to meet your parents.” He muses as he looks down at you.

You huff, rubbing the back of your neck. “Fine- fine.” You sigh. “My parents.. need me to get engaged. And I’m not very fond of the idea. So, I thought if I brought home..” you trail off quietly.

“An Undercity rat like me?” He huffs with a chuckle. “They’d realize they’d rather you single than with me? So if we broke up they’d be grateful?”

A groan slips past your lips as you reach up to rub your face. “Something like that.” You sigh. “Do you mind?”

He laughs faintly at your question. “Do I mind pretending to be the fiancé of a pretty little aristocrat?” He muses. “Not at all. Besides.. I’d rather be here than smoking a cigar in my office like every other night.”

The introduction to your parents was.. interesting.

“Mother, Father!” You say sweetly when you see your parents in the large foyer. They smile sweetly and walk up to you, both of their smiles faltering when they see Silco. “I wanted you to meet someone” you practically beam up at them.

Silco glances down and sees the look on your face, a smirk forming on his lips. You were quite the actor.. it was convincing. He looks at your parents and smirks a little wider at how they try to hold their smiles steady. He knew that look- the disapproving gaze as they examine his facial scars, and his inadequate outfit. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He says lightly as he looks between the two of them.

“This is Mr. Silco- my fiancé!” You grin.

Seeing your parents worlds shatter before their eyes was quite funny. Even Silco had to admit that.

“Your- your fiancé?” Your mother asks quickly, trying to keep up her sweet act and temperament.

“Surprising, I know.” Silco chuckles. “I will admit, we did rush into it a little. But we both know we could die tomorrow. Why not celebrate our love today?” He smiles at your parents.

Christ, you thought to yourself. He was quite the actor. Even you would’ve believed that.

“Silco, you said?” Your father asks as he reaches out his hand to Silco. “It’s.. a pleasure.” He murmurs hesitantly.

“Let’s introduce you to some of the business partners” you say sweetly to Silco as you pull on his arm, dragging him with you throughout the large ball room area.

The night went on, introducing Silco to whoever you could, the cringe on your parents faces truly satisfying. Maybe two hours later Silco has made a name for himself, managing to keep up with conversation better than anyone expected. He may be from the Undercity, but he was quick of tongue. Eventually you manage to pull him along with you into an empty library with only a fire burning for light. As you close the door, you sigh contentedly.

“You’re better at this than I expected” you chuckle as you lean against the door.

“In my youth I certainly did talk my way through a few.. obstacles” he smirks as he sips on the glass of champagne he had in his hand. “I never did ask..” he murmurs as he walks to look around the room, glancing at the books on the shelves. “You don’t want to marry?”

A sigh slips past your lips as you walk into the room, sitting on a chair next to the fire. “I’m not the marriage type.” You mutter.

“That much is clear.” He smirks as he sets his glass down, walking over and resting his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning down so his face wasn’t far from your own. “You aren’t quite like the rest of them, hm? No crave for greed.. no desires that need to be sated. Am I right?”

Your eyes meet his for a moment before you lean back in the chair, your eyes shifting to the fire. “Right.” You murmur.

He gently cups your chin, pulling your gaze back to his own. “Such a little thing, you are.” He murmurs as his eyes trace over you. “I see why your parents keep you on a short leash.” He smirks.

“Yeah, well” you sigh. “They want to hand the leash off to someone else. Preferably a young aristocrat.”

“What if I said I could make all of your problems.. go away?” Silco’s voice questions quietly as he pulls your chin closer to his own.

“What do you mean?” You whisper faintly as you gaze up at him.

“What if I took a hold of your leash? Instead of some stupid boy who won’t know what to do with you..” he muses.

You scoff at his words, pushing him off of you and standing up. “I’m not going to be pawned off like an object” you say firmly as you turn your back to him.

He sighs, walking up behind you and speaking near the shell of your ear. “Little one.. you’ll be pawned off either way. Would you rather go to someone who will allow you freedom? Or a stranger?” He questions faintly.

A shaky breath slips past your lips as you process his words. “This is crazy.” You say faintly as you run your fingers through your hair.

“There, there” he coos in your ear. “Think of it this way.. you met a nice man, and invited him to a party. He helped you by pretending to be your fiancé.. and now you return the favor.” He says as he turns you around so you’re facing him again. “It’s truly not that complicated.”

“Favor?” You question. “What could I possibly do for you?”

“I already control Zaun.” He explains as he cups your chin. “It is in my best interest that I have ties to Piltover as well. Ties.. that cannot be broken. Such as a marriage.”

OKAY GUYSSS this is officially the longest thing I’ve written!! Merry late Christmas🥱

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SUBTERFUGE

YANDERE!SILCO X MAGE!READER — CHAPTER ONE

⇢ NEXT CHAPTER

ABSTRACT: Silco learns of a mage who works in The Lanes who is proficient in potion work. Thinking of utilizing the mage's potions to perfect Shimmer, he realizes he is much more interested in the mage than first anticipated. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Silco is not really yandere this chapter, but it will ramp up in future ones. CONTENT WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, slowburn yandere, slight yandere behavior, intimidation/coercion, swearing, no mentions of "y/n", mentions of drug use, abuse of power, utilization of witchcraft, semi-proof read SILCO’S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: possessive, manipulative WORD COUNT: 1.6k+ WRITING ASSISTED BY: Opal (ty for the ideas <3)

It was a dog-eat-dog world in the Undercity. Being outcast and demonized by the sycophants and aristocrats of Piltover, Zaunites were constantly at each other's throats just to survive.

Everyone knew that and you were no different.

Being a born and raised Zaunite yourself, you learned how to fight for survival. Life didn't give you all the cushy luxuries Pilties got fed to them by a silver spoon.

Seeing the divide between the two nations made you cold and bitter to the topsiders like most others in Zaun. Most used violence and rage as an outlet, but you turned to the arcane. This outlet led you to study magic and witchcraft for years, learning the art of spellcasting and potion brewing. This hobby of yours eventually made you strong enough in your craft to start taking patrons. With having such a unique talent such as yours, you knew how to utilize it to your financial gain. Selling your goods was a tricky business as most would try to swindle you or intimidate you. However, due to being stubborn in your ways, things almost always turned out in your favor.

The thing is, with a business in the arcane, you usually drew an odd crowd of people. Shimmer addicts looking for a quick fix, lovelorn individuals requesting aphrodisiacs, and many more oddballs. However, to you, business was business as long as they paid the price.

Eventually, your name got around quickly in the streets of Zaun, in good and bad ways. People would become more frequently coming for your wares which you could always provide if the price was met. This financial journey eventually led you to open up shop in the outskirts of The Lanes, taking refuge in an old bar that closed down due to competitors such as The Last Drop. Despite the stench of cigar smoke and booze embedded into the floorboards and walls, you set up shop in the quaint little outlet. Potions, crystals, herbs and other miscellaneous magic materials were neatly displayed on rickety shelves that adorned the walls that were once used to display various liquors. The stench of substances eventually got replaced with the melodious aroma of lavender and rose incense that seeped into the wooden architecture after months of utilization.

It wasn't much of a shop, but it was yours and that was all that mattered: The Opalite Oracle.

Months had passed since you opened the shop's doors and business was going well. As you tinkered with the potion on your desk, adding some rose petal dust for a client's aphrodisiac request. You could hear the patchwork clock on the wall tick to 12 am, making a small chime for the turn of the day. A sigh escaped your lips as you reached for the garnet dust, your fingers barely able to snatch it from the other end of the desk. Pouring small increments of the dust into the potion vial, you could hear the rain pounding on the glass window outside. Oddly enough, you felt like you were being watched as the hairs on your arms stood at attention. Looking back at the window, not a soul was outside in the pouring rain. Waving it off, you turned back to your project.

As thunder rumbled the quaint building, the shop bell rang, much to your digression. The store had been closed for the past two hours and you must have forgotten to lock the door at closing again.

"Scram, we're closed. We open at 10 am tomorrow morning," You declared, hearing the firm steps of boots wonder your shop. God dammit, these people are always deaf or stupid. Or maybe both.

"Did you hear me? We are closed, fuck off." You added, putting a cork in the top of the aphrodisiac vial. Staring at the pink liquid in the vial, you heard the footsteps stop behind you at your counter. Eliciting a groan from your vocal cords, you spin in your stool to face the person pestering you at this ungodly hour.

"Hey, dumbass, you got wax in your ears? I said we're clo—"

When you spun around, you were greeted with an unexpected sight. The Eye of Zaun, Silco, was standing there with his hands behind his back, an unimpressed look on his face.

"Hm? What did you just call me?" He rasped softly as he leaned over the counter, the smell of cigar smoke billowed from his breath as his lips moved into a slight smirk. The sly bastard placed a hand on the weathered wooden counter, tapping his nails against it. Pursing you lips, you can't help but feel yourself shrink slightly in your seat at the sight of the man before you.

"Nothing." You murmured with a voice laced with weariness. Silco wasn't the kind of man to come down to The Lanes like this and anybody knew that much. Usually, he would send one of his goons like Sevika to do his bidding for him. The man himself made rare appearances once a blue moon, so his appearance at this hour in your cozy little boutique must hold some importance. To this, Silco retracted his hand from the counter as he stood at his full height.

"Ah, that's better." He taunted, raising a brow at your sudden change of attitude even though he knew exactly why it occurred. Your gaze lingering on his sly smirk as he reached back towards the counter. With a nimble hand, Silco swiped the pink vial from your hands, inspecting the liquid and its contents swaying and bobbing inside. As if hypnotized by the pink fluid in the vial, he holds it up to the lantern illuminating the shop, watching the potion ebb and flow in its container.

"What do you want?" You queried with an annoyed edge to your voice. To this, Silco's gaze floats back to you with a small glint in his eyes.

"Ah, what do I want? Well, I want a lot of things." He croaked as he placed his other hand on the counter, leaning ever-so-slightly towards you as his gaze narrowed. To this, a slight shiver ran down your spine, causing your nails to bore into the flesh of their knees.

"To start, however, I see you are skilled with the arcane, correct?" He probed, his gaze shifting back to the vial in his fingers. To this, a soft hum of confirmation emerged from your throat. Silco's smirk widened as he gazed back at you, his eyes flickering with slight amusement. With a swift flick of the wrist, he tossed the vial behind him and let it shatter on the floor. The porous floorboards slowly absorbed the pink liquid, leaving only shredded herbs and shards of glass in its wake.

"Hey! What the—"

"You're perfect then." Silco interjected, his voice akin to a cinnamon whiskey. His now free hand joined the other on the counter, leaning forward slightly to look down upon you.

"You see, I need some assistance with a project I am undertaking." He added, reaching back into the interior pocket of his collared trench to retrieve three vials of a glowing, purple substance: Shimmer. Anyone in the Undercity with a brain knew what Shimmer was.

"What about it?" You retorted as the drug lord put the vials on your counter, letting the glass clink against the wood.

"Impatient, are we?" He mocked, his hand raised from the counter to grab your chin firmly in his cold, calloused hand, making you look up at him. "My, where are your manners?" He tutted, cocking his head to the side.

"Can you just tell me what you want? Please?" You begrudgingly asked, making Silco remove his hand from your chin with a soft tsk.

"Ah, well, since you asked so nicely, I'll lay it out for you. I need some assistance negating the side effects. You see, I can't let people get physical deformities from my product. It's bad for business." He declared with a guttural tone to his voice. "That's where you come in."

"Me?"

"You." He emphasized, his gaze stern and uncompromising. "You and your expertise are the key to Shimmer's success, dear." He continued as his gaze wondered to the potions on the wall of shelves behind you, internally inspecting the colors and consistencies of the multitude of bottled-up fluids. Eventually, his gaze crept back to the mage before him.

"I will require your assistance in this task. With your unique set of skills, you are exactly who I need." The drug lord proclaimed, a slight glimmer in his orange eye that you couldn't quiet read, but you knew it wasn't good. Shimmer was tearing Zaun apart, turning people into more animals than humans. You didn't want to take part, but what choice did you have?

"And if I refuse?" You questioned, your brows knitted together in a slight scowl. You knew you shouldn't push your luck but something in you told you to at least try. To this, Silco scoffed and looked unimpressed.

"Do you really think you have a choice here?" Silco retorted with a raised brow, knowing both of you knew the answer to that. To this, you sighed and looked at the vials of shimmer before you, watching the liquid glow and bubble in its containers.

"Will I be financially compensated for my time?" You queried, looking back up at the man before you. To this, a small smirk stretched across Silco's lips as he knew he had you now.

"Yes, you will be paid handsomely for your time and cooperation." He answered, leaning back slightly to get a better look at you. To this, you felt a pit form in your stomach but you tried to ignore it as you offered your hand for him to shake.

"Then, it's a deal." You spoke, sealing your fate for a handshake. To this, the smirk on the drug lord's face evolved into a smile, showing his crooked teeth as he shook your hand.

"A deal's a deal, dear."

SONG OF THE FIC: RULE #34 - FISH IN A BIRDCAGE

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Arcane - Little Flower

Silco x female!reader

Warning: SMUT! 18+

Oral recieving/ PiV Sex / Some Fingerplay/ Grinding/ Inexperienced reader/ Soft Dom Silco / Soft Dirty Talk/ Dubious Consent

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Author's comment: I recently finished watching Arcane... so anyway, I started simping and I'm making it your problem :)

As for my Star Wars content followers- don't worry, there is more coming. I actually got three WIP's in the making, one with clone wars Rex, one with Tech and one with Crosshair, and there was an idea for something with Hunter but I haven't started that one yet. I don't know wich one will be finished first, that depends on my mood and motivation.

Playing on repeat while writing this: Going Down Power Of Love Niemand

PS: reblogging and commenting is always welcome.

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Following Chapters:

Little Flower Part 2 - Safe And Sound

Little Flower Part 3 - Cupidos (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 4 - Before You Killed Me (Violence 18+)

Little Flower Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 6 - The Morning After (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 7 - Love And War (Smut 18+

Little Flower Part 8 - Who We Really Are (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 9 - What We Deserve

Little Flower Part 10 - Liar

LittleFlower part 11 - Curiosity Killed The Cat

Little Flower Part 12 - Blood Bath (18+ Violence)

Little Flower Part 13 - Aftermath (18+ Smut)

Little Flower Part 14 - Backlash

Little Flower Part 15.1 - The Punishment Of Our Sins

Little Flower Part 15.2 - The Punishment Of Our Sins (18+)

Little Flower Part 16 - South Of Heaven

Little Flower Part 17 - A Turn Of Events (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 18 - A Bond Without A Future

Little Flower Part 19 - Tick Tock (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 20 - Wedding Night (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 21 - Back In Town

Little Flower Part 22 - Stressed Out (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 23 - Calm Moments

Little Flower Part 24 - Smoke And Fire (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 25 - Filth (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 26 - Sweet Comfort Of Love

Little Flower Part 27 - Stupid Ideas

Little Flower Part 28 - To Raise A Hand

Little Flower Part 29 - Stand Your Ground

Little Flower Part 30 - Never Again

Little Flower Part 31 - Everything You Want (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 32 - A Long Night (Smut 18 +)

Little Flower Part 33 - Influence

Little Flower Part 34 - Revelations

Little Flower Part 35 - The Weight Of A Decision

Arcane - Little Flower

So much potential had always been seen in you, at least your family had. And yet here you were, working at the front desk of a brothel. So much for potential. Things always went differently in Zaun, if you were too meek you didn't get very far. And unfortunately, you were one of those rather meek people.

It was only your second day and you were already fed up with this job, but you had to live on something. After two days you had already seen a lot of different customers and heard some noises that you would have liked to block out. But at least you were not one of the sex workers, that would be the last thing you wanted to do. Considering that you were still a virgin, that would also be completely inappropriate, at least in your opinion. Even if your boss saw it differently and had initially tried to persuade you to become one of the easy girls.

You reckoned as always with everything, but not with your next customer.

When he entered the brothel, his presence filled the entire building. A slim, tall man with dark hair combed back, a few gray strands, well dressed, sublime step. The left half of his aristocratic, prominent face was haggard with scars, his left eye mutated. The narrow nose in profile reminded of an eagle.

He moved directly toward you. You knew this man, had heard his name many times. Silco. A man who was feared in Zaun, just as he was respected. He didn't have nicknames like "The Eye of Zaun" and "The Industrialist" for nothing. This city was more or less his. He had a reputation for being ruthless and unscrupulous. He ruled over everything he owned with a hard hand and questionable ways and means. It was better not to mess with Silco.

He was outrageously attractive in his own way, at least that's how you looked at him.

Your heart beat up to your neck when he stopped in front of your counter, usually you had to greet people accordingly, but when he looked down at you, your voice got stuck in your throat.

Silco knew what effect he had on the people he met.

He smiled and under his gaze you seemed to get smaller and smaller.

"How can I be of service?" you finally asked, almost so quietly that he could barely hear you.

He looked you up and down, leaned a little further over the counter, closer to you and said, "You're awfully quiet, little flower."

His voice was smooth and dark, vibrating through your senses.

"What can I do for you?" you said a little louder this time.

He chuckled, "Unfortunately, I'm not here for pleasure, I need to have a conversation with your boss. Do you know where I can find her?"

You gulped and answered, "In her office," and pointed in the relevant direction.

One of his large, slender hands approached your face. He was wearing black leather gloves, one of his gloved fingers running along your right cheek.

"Pretty thing," he murmured, finally making his way to the office door with a wink in your direction.

Your mouth was dry and your heart was racing. It couldn't possibly be good when Silco paid you such attention.

Silco faced the madam, a middle-aged lady with too much makeup, too much confidence and too little decency. At least if you asked him.

"I assure you, we will take care of the incident that happened with your subordinate," madam Celest promised with a flutter of her fake eyelashes.

"Hmm" grumbled Silco "That would be better for you, otherwise I'll leave the brothel in other, more capable hands".

"That won't be necessary" said the madam hastily.

He leaned back in his chair to glance through the ajar door and caught a glimpse of you standing behind the counter, apparently going through some paper. When he turned back to the madam, there was a shallow smile on his features.

"There is something, something you could use to pay off your debt to me".

The madam listened up, "Oh yeah?"

"Yes. The girl outside at the front desk. I want her."

The madam blinked and tilted her head to the side, "She's not my property, she just works here. Besides that, she's inexperienced, she's not one of my girls, she just works at the counter"

Silco sighed wearily, "I don't care. I want her. Make sure she comes to the club and works for me, then we are even"

"I'll talk to her, but I can't promise anything."

Silco's eyes narrowed as he said "You better make an effort".

After two days in the brothel, you already had another job. The madam had told you what Silco wanted from you and suggested to accept the offer. One never rejected his offers, that never ended well. But even if one accepted it, not necessarily something good came out of it.

You had spent the last few days bringing him food and drinks, his cigars or mail that was left for him at the club. Otherwise you sat in your room in the same building where your bed was and the few belongings you owned. Silco paid well, but you could hardly leave the building because he had you watched all the time. In the free time you had for yourself, at least one of his goons followed you everywhere you went. They were probably there to make sure you didn't run away.

Carrying a tray of fresh fruit, an outrageously expensive luxury in Zaun, you walked into his office just as one of his goons left the room and locked the door behind you. Uncertainly, you glanced at the sprawling desk and the large, noble chair behind it in which Silco sat. He had a cigar in the corner of his mouth. The smoke rose and the entire room smelled of it, of the cigar and his aftershave. A strangely intoxicating mix.

Your heart beat faster, as it always did when you entered his office, or when he entered a room you were in.

Suddenly he looked up, he smiled when he saw you. Trying with all your might to suppress the trembling in your hands, you approached the table and placed the tray on it.

"Thank you, little flower"

That's what he often called you, little flower.

When you were about to leave again, Silco put out his cigar in the big heavy ashtray on his desk and he stopped you from leaving.

"Wait. Come here," he said, beckoning you to him with two fingers.

You approached the table again, but that wasn't enough for him, he waved you even closer. When you got closer but still not close enough, he impatiently grabbed one of your hands and pulled you towards him. He was still sitting in his chair and looking up at you. The sea green of his normal eye shimmered in the setting sun that shone through the large window behind him.

"Don't be shy," he said teasingly, as you flinched because his knee touched your leg.

“What can I do for you?“, you asked nervously.

"Hmm, you could let me do something for you, because there's something I'd be hungry for."

Your heart leapt into your throat at his words.

"Wh-what?"

Instead of an answer, the long, slender fingers of his large hand stroked along your leg, ever upward, under the hem of your skirt, and upward still. You shivered as his fingers ghosted over the delicate fabric of your panties, just above your sex.

"You're really glowing between your legs, this will probably be a warm meal for me," he quipped with a smirk.

„S-Sir?“, you stuttert feeling heat rising in your face and ears.

Again instead of an answer, he acted. His fingertips feel the edge of your panties and slipped under the fine fabric. Gently his long fingers slid through your folds and at the same moment you felt yourself getting wet, fluids pooling out of you.

You did not dare to say anything or withdraw. Partly out of fear, but also because his touch felt delightful, even if you didn't want to admit it.

When he withdrew his fingers you had to suppress a disappointed sigh. But when you saw him guide his fingers covered with your slick to his lips and lick them, a small whimper escaped you.

"Hmm, my little flower is a honey pot," he murmured delightedly.

Your gaze wandered almost automatically to his crotch and you saw the bulge in his pants, it was practically impossible to miss and gave an idea that he was far better equipped than you had assumed.

With a jerk he suddenly pulled you onto his lap, facing him, your legs left and right over his. One of his hands went to your back, went down to your bottom and gripped into the tender flesh. You inhaled sharply and suppressed a small, startled cry.

His free hand went to your neck and urged your head down towards his. He sniffed your neck and sighed devotedly.

"You smell fantastic Y / N, little flower, so gorgeous," he said in a hoarse voice.

The hand on your bottom pressed you even closer, closer to his body, you could feel his hard erection through the fabric of his pants and your panties on your femininity.

He let out a low, heated growl as you tried to move on his lap.

"Where are you going?" He asked, amused.

"I ... nowhere"

Silco began to kiss your neck and a low whimper came over your lips. His hot breath wandered up your throat to your ear where he whispered: "You don't want to get away from me, do you?"

"N-No"

That was neither a lie nor the truth. He attracted you magnetically and at the same time you were afraid of him, of what people said about him.

"Good, because I still have a lot to do with you, my beautiful," he cooed with a smile.

He arched his hips slightly, pressing his lap into yours and nibbling on your delicate earlobe at the same time.

“Hmmm”, you heard him hum with satisfaction, “Your smell, the warmth of your body, the sweet little honey pot between your legs, you are perfect, little flower. A perfect bloom grown in all the junk around us. And I found you, now you are mine. "

You swallowed and said softly: "Please don't hurt me"

Silco stopped moving, his hand on your neck, pressing your head so he could look you in the face.

"What did you just say?" He asked.

Your eyes darted back and forth wildly, looking for an escape.

"Look at me, stop looking so nervously from one corner to the other," he demanded gently but firmly.

You followed his request very nervously.

"Tell me, Y / N, has any of what I've done so far been painful?"

"N-No," you answered him in a very low voice.

Still calm and gentle, he asked, “No? Then why do you assume that I intend to hurt you? "

“People say things about you. They say ... that you are dangerous and angry and that you hurt people "

Silco nodded thoughtfully, then smiled and said: “Yes, I have a certain reputation. But you are not people. You are my little flower "

You nodded slowly whereupon he smiled in satisfaction.

"Good girl"

He turned the chair and you towards the table, grabbed your hips with both hands and lifted you onto the table. He was much stronger than he looked.

His fingers were nimble, slipping under your skirt and pulling down your panties, brushing them over your ankles and off your body. He didn't toss them carelessly to the side as you had expected, but laid them on the table beside you. Finally, he pushed up the fabric of your skirt, reached for your trembling thighs and spread them.

The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he saw you spread out before him like a buffet. He leaned forward in his chair, his face hovering so close over your pussy that you could feel his hot breath on your moist folds. A soft whimper came from your mouth.

He took a deep breath and chuckled, "Incredibly intoxicating, I'm going to lick your little honey pot dry until you forget your own name, little flower."

Your pussy twitched at his words, heat flowed to your center and the tickle of his breath made your bud swell with desire.

The fingers of his right hand ran gently, almost delicately through your folds, one fingertip caressing your entrance, collecting your juices and sliding upward to your pulsing pearl. As he drew small circles on your clit, you were dripping wet and a high pitched moan came from your throat. It never felt this good when you touched yourself, this was something completely different, much more intense.

Silco gently asked you to lean back with your back on his table and you complied expectantly.

His finger continued to massage your sensitive bud as his tongue ran over your folds. Surprised by the sensation, your thighs twitched. His tongue swirled hot, strong and deft through your folds, to your entrance and dipped inside you.

You couldn't help it, the words coming hoarsely from your mouth, "Oh God!"

He chuckled into your folds, the vibration almost sending you over the edge.

Your toes curled, your thighs trembled with tension, your whole abdomen seemed filled with liquid heat. He licked you out, with intense movements of his tongue, humming over and over again with excitement and satisfaction, chasing sweet vibration into your sex.

In a groan it came from your lips, "Please! S-Silco I'm gonna...."

He hummed deep and hungry this time.

"Yes" he mumbled into your folds "Come for me, let go, I'll catch you".

The knot loosened, tingling hot waves vibrated through your pussy and you tightened around his tongue.

Silco moaned and worked you even further, working through your high, gently stroking your hips with his free hand. Eventually he let go of you so he wouldn't overstimulate you, though he couldn't resist the naughty little kiss on your still swollen pearl. He wiped his mouth and grinned at you as you propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him.

Still nervous and breathing heavily from your climax, you smiled shyly at him.

"So, did that hurt?" he asked teasingly, getting up from his chair.

You shook your head and said almost in a whisper, "No. That was nice."

He undid the belt of his pants and at the sight of him unwrapping his length, nervousness crept up in you again. Heavy and girthy, his veiny cock stood out from his body, the blunt tip slightly swollen. He saw the look on your face and tilted his head slightly to the side.

"What's wrong? A little above average I know, but I promise you I'm gentle".

Your mouth opened and you shyly told him softly, "I've never done this before."

"What?" he asked with a puzzled blink "Really never?"

You nodded, shying away from his scrutinizing gaze.

"Now I understand why you're so nervous all the time, you had no idea what to expect did you? Poor thing, must have been scared, but there's no need to be, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm going to make you feel good", he cooed.

He gently pulled you off the table onto your wobbly legs and held you as you almost buckled.

Silco led you to another door in his office and opened it. Behind it was a bedroom with a huge bed with black silk sheets. The rest of the room automatically blanked out of your mind because you knew this bed was the target and your thoughts swirled solely around it.

He began to undress you until you finally stood naked in front of him, his gaze wandering up and down your body.

" Delicious! On the bed with you, little flower".

You complied with his request and climbed onto the bed, turning to face him and watching as he undressed as well. The torso first, out of the fancy coat of the fine vest and the red dress shirt.

Yes he was slim, but under his pale skin hard muscles stood out, a body stronger than it appeared at first sight. A few fine hairs on his chest, already graying, gathered in a line leading down into his pants, accentuated by the appetizing V line of his hips.

At the sight, your mouth watered. Torn between sexual desire and a touch of fear, you watched as he slipped off his shoes, socks, pants and underwear. Again your eyes fell on his privates, so proud, veiny and heavy. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, towards him, and at the same time your nerves fluttered with nervousness.

He smiled at you, in his own haunting way that got under your skin and made you shiver.

Silco climbed up onto the bed, over you, gently but firmly spreading your legs with his, lying down on top of you and pressing his hard shaft against your wet folds. His arms supported most of his weight as he gently began to roll his hips, rubbing his length over your sex and creating glorious friction on your pearl.

With an excited sigh, you wrapped your legs around his body almost automatically and began to move with him. You realized that was far from all, he wasn't even inside you yet and you longed to feel him inside you as much as you were afraid of it. But so far he had been gentle and considerate, so you were nowhere near as scared as you had expected.

There you were, lying naked in Silco's bed beneath him, expecting him to deflower you at any moment. Something you never would have thought would happen just a few days ago. At least not with Silco.

His face came closer and when his lips gently touched yours, your eyes closed with a soft sigh. He was warm and softer than you had expected, this mouth that often gave such harsh words speech, such grim commands- was warm and gentle. His tongue slid over your lower lip, asking for entrance and you granted it only too gladly. As his tongue slid into your mouth and playfully explored yours, you could taste yourself in his mouth, a strange, exciting sensation.

As he increased the pressure of his hips in your lap, you moaned into the kiss and his lips twisted into a smile.

Silco slowly detached himself from your lips and spoke softly in a voice like hot dark chocolate, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Nervously you licked your lips. Yes you wanted it, you wanted to feel more of him, wanted to belong to him, every fiber of your body craved it even if a part of you still trembled gently at the thought. You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him.

"Tell me with your words, little flower," he demanded, cooing.

"I want this, I want you, Silco."

His smile sent shivers through your expectant body.

"Very well, then you shall have what you desire".

He pulled his hips back a bit to line up at your entrance. The tip of his cock hit the folds at your entrance, parting them slowly and gently. You gasped as he slowly entered you, at first with just the tip. As expected, he not only looked massive but felt so as well. Slowly he pushed further, you felt the stretch as he slowly filled you, then a slight resistance and a small sharp pain that made you wince against your will.

You held your breath, nervous and unsure.

Silco stopped, bent down to you without advancing any further, kissed your shoulder and whispered: "Keep breathing, little flower, you don't have to be afraid, this little pain was all the discomfort you will feel, I promise".

You breathed a sigh of relief, but stuttering, irregular. His lips moved to your neck, placing open mouthed kisses on your heated skin, trying to soothe you.

Silco placed a kiss under your ear and whispered, "My beautiful little flower, relax, breathe in and out, breathe with me."

His gentle encouragement helped you regain your composure, his warm lips on your skin, began to rekindle the tingling in your core. As Silco felt you gradually relax under him, he pushed deeper into you.

Your fingers clawed into his shoulders as you felt him filling you, filling your cleft to the hilt, stretching you. The small bush of curly, partly graying hair at the base of his shaft tickled your pearl.

A curse escaped your lips and he chuckled.

"Are you all right?" he asked softly.

"Yeah... it's just so... so much"

With a smile he cocked an eybrow at you, asking, "Too much? Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" you said hastily, wrapping your legs tighter around him and rolling your hips.

"Do you want more?" he asked, his voice a promising whisper.

„Yes! P-please, more...need more“

Silco began to move, pulling his hips back, slowly, and then forward again, into you. The feeling was indescribable. He kept moving, paying close attention to your every reaction. He changed the angle, shifted his weight, until he could see in your face that he was hitting just the right spot in your wet, hot cleft.

"Oh my love, you're so tight and hot and wet, just for me," he uttered hoarsely, and you saw his good eye darken with desire.

But he held back, taking you with gentle thrusts, giving you time.

It wasn't long, however, before your fingers dug into his buttocks, urging him to give you more, harder and faster. He emitted a surprised sound, but immediately complied with your wordless request.

Wet sounds filled the room, mixed with the sound of naked skin meeting naked skin. A sensual and sinful sound. Heat flowed into your pussy, your body quivering with each of his thrusts. His lips and teeth caressed your neck, greedy yet gentle, leaving marks on your skin as he took you greedier and greedier, his breath becoming heavier and faster.

Sweat covered both your skin.

"S-Silco," it came harshly from your lips, "more, please, f-faster..."

With a growl that came deep from his chest, he granted your wish, taking you faster, harder. Whimpers and high pitched moans came rushing out of your mouth, your fingers clawing over his back, his shoulders in helpless horniness as his cock buried deep inside you, moved inside you. His tip kept hitting that one spot that made you see stars and sent hot waves through your body.

One particularly intense thrust made you yelp, "hnngnaaah!.... close, I'm c-close!"

"Good girl, cum for me, cum on my cock!" he forced out through clenched teeth.

The sound that came from your mouth as the knot burst was almost a scream. Your walls tightened around his length, your thighs quivering tensely as a tingling, hot wave followed by many smaller waves like an echo, coursed through your abdomen, radiating heat with a tickle into all your limbs.

Silco growled again as he felt your cleft tighten, your climax racing over you. His thrusts became erratic.

"Where... where do you want me...?"

"Inside me!" you hastily interrupted him, feeling that he could barely hold it in.

Almost at the same moment he let go, his cock pulsing inside you, his seed flowing hotly into your cleft, and for a moment you felt even fuller than before.

With an extended sigh, his thrusts became slower and slower until he finally stopped, breathing heavily. He licked his lips and looked into your sweaty face.

"That was..." your lips twisted into a wide smile as you saw the look of anticipation on his face "Indescribably beautiful."

With a satisfied smile he said in a raspy voice "I don't think I can ever get enough of you. I can't wait to show you more".

He kissed you gently as his shaft slowly softened inside you.

Holding you to his lips, he whispered questioningly, "Would you like to spend the night here, little flower?"

A tender yet joyful, "Yes," was your answer.

Again he showed that smile, that one that he seemed to show only for you, that filled your heart with warmth and your belly with butterflies.

[sevikasangel]

Long Holiday Weekend (Sevika x Reader)

summary: after finding out where her ex girlfriend, who is now a reporter based in piltover, lives, sevika decides to take vengeance methods in her own hands.

warnings: smut, slight dub/con, use of a strap-on, use of a vibrator, anal plug, bondage, daddy kink, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, overstimulation.

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is pure filth. read at your own risk.

Sevika walked silently through the house she had just broken into during the late night hours. Apparently, the enforcers were far too busy with security for the preparations of the city's anniversary fireworks display, implying that on that holiday weekend, they unknowingly would be breaching the security of the citizens.

Even for a citizen, now important to the city: (Y/N) (Y/L/N). A reporter who became popular by writing controversial columns in newspapers and breaking audience records by dealing with topics that were forgotten by the journalists of Piltover. A woman who still talked about Zaun, her former home, despite now living in a comfortable, slightly aristocratic fortress on Piltover's high side. Some could consider that hypocritical on her part, however, nobody could deny that she earned her new found prestige in high society.

Sevika, on the other hand, was enraged by (Y/N)'s emotional betrayal. She had left Zaun when she and Silco needed her help the most. She didn't understand at all that her girlfriend was tired of all the violence and chaos spread by Silco's Shimmer. She'd called Sevika to run away with her to Piltover, somewhere they would start a normal life with (Y/N)'s new job offer, but the older woman just slapped her across the face and referred to her lover as a traitorous rat.

On that fatidical rainy night, the fight between the two women had been so intense that it shook the walls with the vibrations of their shrieks. They woke up the neighbors with all the shouting, objects were thrown, harsh words were uttered by Sevika. She didn't accept that. She didn't accept the fact that (Y/N) deliberately opted to carry her own life and chase her dreams, far away from all the hopeless mediocrity of Zaun, unlike the others.

Clearly, the end of the couple was predictable, and it did happen. (Y/N) left on a Sunday morning mid July, headed to the city of progress while Sevika watched her cross the border as she smoked a cigar. A part of her hoped that the ambitious young woman would regret her decision and turn back, run into her arms and kiss her passionately on the mouth. However, that never happened. No apology, no romantic kiss, no reconciliation. (Y/N) only left bitterness and faded memories behind that smelt like her fucking vanilla body lotion. And so the months went by, the time turning them into nothing but strangers who knew each other far too well.

Deep down, they still harbored feelings for one another. Good and bad. Bitter and sweet. They were all there, drowning in the shallows of their hearts. But life wasn't fair, right? Sevika wondered if (Y/N) still thought about her while living like an exiled princess in this damn mansion in Piltover. But tonight things would change. Sevika would show (Y/N) that she couldn't just walk away like she doesn't mean anything. She would remind this ungrateful bastard that she would be hers forever.

Sevika continued her silent walk through the large, modern house. This place was an absurd contrast to the old rat-infested apartment where (Y/N) had lived for so many years in Zaun. Things had changed drastically in such a short span of time. So short it was doubtful. Sevika felt sick at the thought of how much of herself the reporter had to sell to get where she is now.

She meticulously inspected each room, eager to soon find who she was looking for. She was closer than ever. Sevika's heart was pounding in her chest, she hadn't known much about (Y/N) for almost a year now and only saw her ex lover's face through the grayish television image of Last Drop. Although she was furious, Sevika had to admit that (Y/N) looked as beautiful as she'd always been. Imagining the possibility that she was seeing other people made her blood boil. She was only hers. She would always be hers. No whore in that fucking brothel could compare to her ex girlfriend. Aside from being the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen, she also banged like a fairy in acid.

Upon opening the second door on the left on the second floor, Sevika finally found her. (Y/N) was sleeping peacefully in her comfortable, warm bed. Sevika's heart nearly stopped beating inside her chest. She looked impeccably beautiful, she wore nothing but an old grey t-shirt to conceal her nudity. It brought a smirk to Sevika's dark lips. She never slept with any underwear on, that little fact never changed, she deemed it to be too uncomfortable.

Inhaling a sharp breath, Sevika closed the door quietly behind herself and broke the distance between her and (Y/N) by taking long strides towards the asleep woman. She dropped the black bag she brought with herself on the elegant white rug, and then sat on top of the soft mattress, causing it to sink with her weight. The young reporter shifted in her sleep and turned to Sevika's direction, grunting unconsciously.

Sevika eyed (Y/N) with the intensity of a hawk for a couple minutes, solemnly taking in her features she'd deprived her of for so long. It left a bitter taste in her mouth: abandonment. Calmly, she picked up the mysterious bag previously dropped on the floor and opened it, revealing a diversity of tools she'd brought from Zaun for this special little encounter.

She held a piece of rope in her prosthetic hand while the human one delicately shifted (Y/N) on her stomach and pulled her hands behind her back. She was quick to bind her wrists together. While she was securing a sailor knot, the younger woman was pulled out of her slumber and opened her eyes, moving her arms tiredly.

"Huh?" (Y/N) muttered sleepily when she realized she could not really move her upper limbs. "W-wha'?" She looked over her shoulder and widened her eyes at the sight of no other than Sevika herself towering over her. "What th-" Before she could exactly finish her sentence, Sevika looped her metal arm around her waist and pulled her up to sit with her back pressed tightly against her, the human hand coming to cover her mouth, squeezing her cheeks almost painfully with her fingertips, muffling any sounds that could possibly come from her mouth.

"Shhh." She shushed with her mouth hovering over (Y/N)'s ear. The reporter attempted to failingly struggle by kicking her legs and squirming. It was useless. Sevika was far more strongly built. The only thing (Y/N) earned from her earnest attempts to free herself was making Sevika tighten her grip. "Oh, poor little kitten," she mocked. "Did you really think you could get rid of me? Did I ever mean shit to you, (Y/N)? Living in some fucking palace while your equals are rotting in Zaun?"

(Y/N) protested by uttering inaudible words against Sevika's hand. She groaned and tried to squirm away from her, which was impossible considering Sevika's physical strength and the fact that her hands were tied behind her back.

"How did you get all of this, huh? Are you fucking that bitch Marcia Morcado?" She sneered, referring to (Y/N)'s boss, the anchor of the nightly News. (Y/N) widened her eyes at Sevika's assumption and shook her head, scared of all this. She feared that Sevika would hurt her, as she so easily could, in case she wanted to. "You are mine, do you hear me? You will never leave me. I will kill any other woman who dares lay a finger on my property. Did I make myself clear?" (Y/N) whimpered and hesitantly nodded her head. "Good. Be fucking cooperative, or else I will have to hurt you. Now…" She looked into (Y/N)'s glistening eyes. "I will take my hand off your mouth, okay? If you scream, I will gag you."

Once (Y/N) made a sign that she understood, Sevika slowly lowered her hand, passing it through her neck, sliding on her skin all the way down to her breast. It caused the younger woman to squeak and whimper. She was not expecting this and the helpless predicament in which she found herself at. Sevika suddenly squeezed her tit through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, making (Y/N) grunt and arch her back.

"Please, Sevika…" She pathetically squeaked. "Please, let me go…Don't hurt me…I-I am not fucking Marcia, or anyone…" That made Sevika smirk and grab her chin, squeezing it tightly.

"Do you think I'm fucking stupid, (Y/N)?" She growled. "You need a good reminder of who you belong to. And I am here to give it to you, baby." She said it with a husky voice while looking into her eyes.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly closed on their own will as Sevika dragged her calloused hand along her body, feeling her up so shamelessly. She wished she could hate how her breath hitched while Sevika pressed herself so smugly against her. (Y/N) hated the way she felt the increasing heat of her core just by the smallest touches of the woman who she craved so much. She couldn't hide her shame for getting so aroused by the way Sevika was handling her. This was so wrong.

"Have you fucked Marcia Morcado?" Sevika's breasts were pressed against (Y/N)'s back while her plump, dark lips hovered over her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"No." She replied quietly while her body seeked for Sevika's touch on its own. It made Sevika smirk how she obviously missed her.

"I don't believe you. Why should I?" She almost sounded upset. Her tone was surprisingly gentle.

"It's true. Please, Sevika, come on...You have to believe me. Why would I lie?" She reassured her with a shaky breath, watching as now both Sevika's hands fondled her breasts through her clothes.

"Yeah?" Sevika hummed and (Y/N) slowly nodded her head. She seeked for her enticing eyes and stared into them through her long lashes.

Sevika did something that she didn't do quite often. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against (Y/N)'s soft ones, kissing her passionately, but tenderly. The gesture was unexpected by (Y/N). It took her a few seconds to fully grasp what Sevika wanted so she could adjust. Then, she slightly parted her lips to accommodate Sevika's.

Despite the countless amount of times they had fucked in the past, (Y/N) had never felt this wanted by Sevika during all the time they were together. As sick as it was, she loved how Sevika desired to kiss her like this. For once, it felt like she actually cared. Like she actually loved her. Like she was the only girl in the world.

Sevika pulled her face away from hers, causing (Y/N) to chase her lips, which surprised both women. Sevika took a deep breath and pressed her face in the crook of (Y/N)'s neck for a few seconds, inhaling her vanilla scent, drinking it up like fine wine.

"I missed you." Sevika admitted sharply. It made (Y/N)'s heart pump faster in her chest and her nerves to boil. It was rare to catch a confession like this out of Sevika. She despised showing emotions, she deemed them as a weakness, a weapon that could later on be used against her.

"I missed you too." (Y/N) said it back, which made Sevika smile slightly against her skin and plant a kiss on it, revelling in the goosebumps it left. She turned crimson at the reactions her body was having and how her heart so easily betrayed her brain, her faltered breath, soft whimpers and arched back serving as enough evidence.

Sevika placed her hands on the collar of (Y/N)'s t-shirt, tearing the fabric in half at the seams. It made (Y/N) gasp, shocked, as her breasts bounced with the newly found freedom. The wind blowing through the window caressed her now naked skin, making her shiver and grunt at the cold. The shame of being bare while Sevika eyed her body hungrily like an eagle preying on a smaller bird heated up her face, her facial skin turning red with embarrassment.

She growled slightly at the sight and wrapped a fistful of (Y/N)'s hair around her strong hand. She would devour her with her eyes if she could. How she missed seeing her lover naked like this, just for her. It ignited a fire into her that she couldn't control while it progressively spread. Then, she pushed (Y/N) down onto the bed while she reached down to fetch the bag once again.

When she opened it, she couldn't help but grin darkly as she picked up a familiar silver item with a shiny pink stone at the tip. It made (Y/N)'s eyes widen at the sight. An anal plug. The same plug Sevika used when she wanted to punish (Y/N). She shook her head and shut her thighs tightly.

"S-Sevika…A-ah, no! Not that, please!" She stuttered, feeling herself tensing up, her nerves bubbling through the surface.

Sevika's lips curled to form a sly smirk and she put the silver you briefly away on the bedpost. (Y/N)'s eyes watched her hand very carefully, her heart was beating so fast into her chest that she imagined it crawling out of her throat on its own will anytime.

"We will use that later. I have another plan for you now." She cooed and pushed herself further at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs slightly with a perfectly straight posture. Sevika's index finger lifted and pointed idly to the spot between her legs on the floor. "Come here, kitten. I want to watch such a famous reporter eating my pussy like a common whore." She mockingly pursed her lips.

(Y/N) glared up at Sevika with dilated pupils. Strands of her soft hair were slicked over her eye as the burning desire in her features was unmistakable. She could never overcome her addiction to Silco's right hand woman. Her body carried the sweetest and dirtiest memories of their time together. That alone had been enough to keep her entertained in lonely nights where (Y/N) daydreamed about being fucked by her.

Then, she strained to sit up with her hands tied behind her back and grunted to herself. Eventually, she managed to bring herself to the edge of the bed and put her feet, one by one, on the softness of the rug. She lowered her body until she was sitting on her knees, facing Sevika from beneath with her big doe eyes. Such a submissive sight aroused the older woman, causing her to cuss under her breath.

(Y/N) leaned forward and pressed her cheek against Sevika's inner thigh, inhaling her faint scent that was dulled by the thick fabric of her pants. The smell made her whine and lick her lips in anticipation. How much she'd missed being in this position, although her pride would never allow her to admit it. (Y/N) nuzzled Sevika's thigh with her cheek like a needy pet, making the other woman take the hint to pass her strong hand through her hair, caressing it almost gently.

"Good girl. You are such a good little slut for me." She praised her with a husky tone and grazed the flesh of her bottom lip with her teeth. "Look at you…You are devouring me with your eyes like I am some candy." She chuckled. "That's so pathetic. I know you, (Y/N). Acting all smug and confident, so full of yourself," her eyes darkened and she began fumbling with the buttons of her pants, pushing them down to her ankles along with her underwear, revealing her glistening sex to the woman beneath her. "While you're nothing but a bitch in heat."

"Yes, daddy." (Y/N) is quick to respond, referring to her ex lover as the title she prefered in this circumstance. It pleased Sevika. "You smell so good…" She whimpered while nosing her cunt so eagerly, revelling at the natural scent of her core. Sevika's skin shivered at the sensation of her hot breath fanning against her sensitive cunt.

Sevika looped a fistful of (Y/N)'s hair around her human hand and forced her face closer to her pussy. It made the reporter inhale a sharp breath, almost drinking her up like fine wine. She raised her hips slightly in a way that caused her sex to brush against her mouth.

"Mmm…You've missed daddy fucking your face, ain't it right, baby girl?" She blurted out and licked her lips. "Is this why you've been acting out? Are you being a bitch because nobody's here to put you in your fucking place?"

Moaning and clenching her own thighs, (Y/N) then buried her face between Sevika's legs, sticking her tongue out to lick a long, firm stripe against her slit, tasting the bittersweet juices that leaked from her. She groaned at the taste, sending vibrating echoes through her tongue.

"Fuck," Sevika cursed under her breath and arched her back. She felt (Y/N) circling her clit with the tip of her tongue, as always, being very skilful. "Mmm." She bucked her hips, using her mouth however she pleased, the grip on her hair still steady in her hand. She tugged the strands mercilessly.

Soon enough, Sevika arched her back and used the grip on (Y/N)'s hair as leverage to steady herself. She sneered and choked out a dragged out moan from the back of her throat. She was enjoying this wildly. She squeezed her face between her thighs, nearly crushing her skull as her own breath was becoming faltered. At one point, all (Y/N) could listen to were muffled cussing and quiet groans.

"S-shit! I am close! Daddy's going to cum in your mouth! Such a good slut! Fuck!" Her body suddenly stopped moving, and in seconds it began shaking wildly all together. Sevika released choked groans as she fucked (Y/N)'s face, riding her mouth through her aftershocks. (Y/N) swallowed it all down as much as she could, greedily licking every last droplet of her juices. Upon feeling her own muscles relaxing, Sevika pulled (Y/N)'s face away by the grip on her hair, grinning as she saw her fluids glistening brightly all over her mouth and chin.

It took a few seconds for her to finally catch her breath. Thin beds of sweat trickled down her face and she wiped them away with the back of her prosthetic hand. Soon enough, she stood up and walked over to the black bag she brought with herself, (Y/N)'s accompanying every small movement. Sevika's eyes gleamed as she picked out a purple strap-on. The sight had an impact on (Y/N) - it made her whimper and clench her thighs, ashamed at the feeling of the anticipation, her juices leaking down her inner thighs.

"You've missed my cock, huh?" Sevika smugly prompted and strapped it around her hips. "I know all you've been needing lately is a good fucking. Isn't that right, kitten?" She cooed, almost sweetly, but (Y/N) knew better.

"Yes, daddy." She breathed out as Sevika once again sat on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly with her weight. "Thank you." She batted her eyelashes slowly.

Sevika pointed down at her lap indifferently and shrugged her shoulders. Her eyes roamed around a very flustered and horny reporter, still sitting on her knees before her.

"Come get it, princess. It ain't gonna fuck itself." She spoke in an annoyingly calm tone as if her suggestion was the most casual topic to blurt out. However, (Y/N) still took the hint and soon enough, she carefully stood up, avoiding stumbling with the lack of balance in her arms.

“Daddy, please…" (Y/N) whined needily and Sevika smirked, pleased by how much of a slut she became for her. She yelped upon suddenly being pulled into her lap, her body being manhandled by Sevika to straddle her hips. She squealed in surprise when Sevima slapped her ass, making the skin jiggle with the harsh impact.

“Please?” She said with a teasing pout. “Daddy, please…Oh, daddy, fuck me." She mimicked (Y/N), mocking her words like she was pathetic. She grabbed her hips, keeping them still when the younger woman attempted to shift them to find her rubber cock. "Easy, kitten. Slow. Down." She spoke pausedly and held her chin, pulling her in for a kiss. It was rough and possessive. Sevika's chest rambled at the taste of her own cum in (Y/N)'s tongue. It drove her insane.

“Daddy, please…I need to feel y-!” She suddenly shouted, Sevika's strong hands suddenly slamming her hips down on her thick, long cock, providing her no warning of the sudden sensation of being so full.

“We’ll go slow,” She said, casually, with an indifferent hum. Shifting her hips ever so slightly, Sevika striked a skilful thrust upwards, which made (Y/N)'s eyes roll to the back of her head, her cunt forced to feel every glorious inch of her thick cock pull out and back in. Her strong arms wrapped around (Y/N)'s naked upper body, holding her flush against her chest. “In fact…Let's stay like this until you cum, hmm?"

"No…Please, I need more. I'll do anything…Please, daddy…" She desperately whined and shook as Sevika rolled her hips so torturously slow, keeping her still with the tight grip around her hips, it would surely leave a mark.

"Anything? Awww." Sevika once again mocked and leaned forward, sticking out her devious tongue to flick (Y/N)'s nipple, making her squirm more and arch her chest towards her mouth. "You are so greedy, aren't you? Such a greedy little thing. Maybe I spoiled you too much." She sneered and soon enough wrapped her lips fully around her nipple, sucking on it, wetting her breast with her drool.

Then, Sevika lowered her warm hand down to squeeze (Y/N)'s ass, digging her short nails into it. (Y/N) whined in ecstasy and squeezed the ropes binding her wrists together. She was torturously slow, but feel, steady. Sevika's grip around (Y/N)'s hips remained bruising. The younger woman felt a dull throbbing between her legs while her sex was buried into that damn rubber cock. She wished Sevika would linger her hand down and touch her bundle of nerves, pulling an orgasm out of her. However, that did not cross Sevika's mind at all. This was a punishment.

(Y/N)'s mind was roaming aimlessly, brain going numb with the heat Sevika was providing her with. She was such a monster. The aching slow burn in her pussy was increasing progressively until she could no longer take it. She didn't open her mouth to ask Sevika to move a little faster, she knew it would fall on deaf ears, she would stick to this little torture of hers. Her cock once again dragged in and out, brushing ever so slightly against (Y/N)'s clit in a slow burn build up. The reporter moaned and clenched her jaw, overwhelmed by the intensity of pleasure her body was feeling.

She was forced to stay on the edge for so long, so cruelly and agonisingly long that when the climax finally clicked, she finally reached a glorious orgasm she'd been aching for, it was intense and explosive. It was sharp and mind blowing. Her lips dropped open in a silent scream, no sounds coming out. Sevika had to put her metal hand on her back to secure her from falling over, watching with the intensity of a hawk as she rode out her high so eagerly on her cock.

"Good girl. Look at you cumming like a slut on my cock. You've always been my little slut." Sevika smirked and helped her slide out of her strap-on. However, when (Y/N) stood up on wobble legs, Sevika pulled her right back onto her lap, this time with her back facing her. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." She clicked her tongue in a taunting way. "Where do you think you are going? You aren't going anywhere, princess. Daddy's not done with you."

"W-what? I can't handle another one." She protested and attempted to get up, only to be pulled right back on the previous spot. "Dad- Ahhh!" She cried out when Sevika opened her legs slightly, forcing (Y/N)'s own thighs to spread along and then she placed her metal hand onto her dripping cunt, still leaking from her recent orgasm. "What are you do-" She was once again interrupted by her own choked moan when Sevika's metal arm began intensely vibrating.

"You wanted to cum so badly." She taunted and circled her clit firmly with the vibrating touch. It made (Y/N) melt into nothing but a puddle of incoherent groans and moans of her name, firstly trying to retreat her hips, far away from all of that overwhelming buzzing. "So you will cum again, kitten."

(Y/N) shrieked and curled her toes, yanking her tied arms unconsciously, her hips working on their own now to chase the overstimulating hand of Sevika's. The older woman watched everything with a shit eating grin on her face, revelling at her ex lover's begging and desperation. It sent her crazy to know that (Y/N) would always be a whore when it came to her.

"What's wrong, princess? Is that too much?" When (Y/N) whined and nodded her head frantically, Sevika pouted, mockingly. "Aww. That's too bad, isn't it?" She now pressed two vibrating digits onto her clit, starting to flick and rub it at a fast pace. It made (Y/N) scream and throw her head back, riding her hand so earnestly, like her body was made to take everything Sevika was giving it. "Cum for daddy. I want this whole stupid neighbourhood to hear who you belong to."

As a cue, (Y/N) reached her second orgasm of the night, screaming Sevika's name with a melted brain, her pussy clenching with vigorous pulsing around nothing. She finally removed her hand, allowing the reporter to catch her breath. She was a mess, with a heavy panting chest and messy hair. It was the sight Sevika enjoyed the most.

"Open your mouth." (Y/N) knew better and immediately obeyed, looking up at Sevika and separating her lips. "Good girl." She praised huskily and lowered her own face, spitting in her mouth like it was nothing. (Y/N) moaned at the taste and became crimson at the delicious taste of whiskey in cigars sliding through her starving tongue. "Swallow it," she grinned once her order was so eagerly followed and pecked (Y/N) on the lips. "Yes, that's it. Good girl."

Sevika held (Y/N)'s waist and scooped her out of her lap, laying her on her stomach on the bed instead. She pulled up her hips and just took a moment to take in her ruined naked form. It brought a smirk to her lips.

"Look at you…I am nowhere near done." She pressed two of her fingers against (Y/N)'s lips and used her metal hand to squish her cheeks softly. "Suck daddy's fingers. Yeah, that's it, baby." The younger woman eagerly obeyed and circled the salty digits with her tongue, sucking on them a bit and once Sevika felt they were nice and lubed enough, she pulled them out.

She raised (Y/N)'s hips once again and she felt a cool sensation on her butt hole, it was Sevika testing just the tip of her index finger inside, pumping a couple times, then adding another, doing it for a few seconds until she pulled them all together. It caused (Y/N) to shiver and arch her back, not so used to that spreading sensation in her ass. She gasped slightly when she felt a familiar, cool metal being slipped into her, the medium sized anal plug Sevika had separated earlier. The buff woman groaned at the sight of (Y/N)'s tight little hole swallowing it so nicely.

"You are taking it so well for me, aren't you? Look at you…So fucking hot." She growled and pulled (Y/N)'s head back by her hair, giving her a fast, sloppy tongue kiss on the mouth. Soon enough she pulled back and reached over for some other pieces of rope. "Time to complete you, princess."

Grabbing a hold of (Y/N)'s ankles while ignoring the couple protesting words that trailed down her tongue, she pulled her down on the bed, eliciting a tiny yelp from her. She then used a piece of rough rope to tie her ankles together. She was making sure this little girl wouldn't be going anywhere. She had a lot of pent up frustrations to let out, (Y/N) was in need of a big punishment to remind her of her place.

Sevika dropped down onto the bed, sitting behind (Y/N) and pulling her flush against her chest. She fumbled with the rope and tied it around her arms, all the way to her chest, securing it around her breasts so they nearly jumped out.

"You know, (Y/N)..." She hummed and pushed her shoulder down, making her lay on her side. "I've been thinking about what I would do to you when I finally laid my hands on your beautiful little self again. And here you are…Under my mercy…" She chuckled, almost sounding evil, as she now tied a loop around the ropes in her ankles, uniting it with her chest, making her back bend slightly with her knees up. "This is my revenge and you're not going to ruin it for me."

(Y/N) hissed and attempted to struggle to no results. She knew Sevika was a devil when it came down to bondage, she would only get out of those ropes when she allowed her to. For now, she would be forced to take it like a submissive slut.

"Oh my God, Sevika…" She breathed out and tried to wiggle her hips to loosen the ropes, which only erupted a laugh from Sevika. "Untie me, we can talk this out, it's too much already."

"Is it? That's a shame." She pursed her lips with no empathy for the woman. She picked up more rope, which made (Y/N) frown and shiver, knowing well what was coming next. Sevika ignored all of her no's and please's while she tied it around her waist, bringing a thin piece down between her legs, making it press and rub tightly against her soaking cunt, before securing it on her back. A crotchrope.

She pulled back a little to admire her handwork and grinned at the sight. (Y/N) was already becoming hot and bothered by it, as much as she tried to ignore it, the feeling of the dull rub against her slit was too much to handle. Sevika reached down and played with her tits for a little bit, pulling out a string of whines from (Y/N).

"You know the drill, princess. The more you struggle, the more pleasure you feel. You brought this on yourself, (Y/N)." She kissed her on the forehead and then sat up once again, picking up her underwear and pants discarded on the floor previously, sliding one and then the other again carefully.

"W-wait! Where are you going? Don't leave me like this!" She whimpered and Sevika laughed out loud, slapping (Y/N)'s ass harshly in response. It made the reporter moan, her pussy throbbing idly. This was all too much to handle.

"I will go make us some cocktails." Sevika responded plainly and stood up, walking slowly to the bedroom's door, leaving (Y/N) tied up on her own bed. Before she left her alone, she turned her head to face the struggling woman with an evil smirk tugged on her dark lips. "You'd better enjoy yourself, (Y/N). This is going to be a long Holiday weekend."

[dimlylittorch]

Arcane Masterlist🪐

Main Masterlist🌱

Guide:

🔜 = there is a second part in the works

🥀 = angst warning

☁️ = fluffy content

🌆 = chubby!reader

🏳️‍⚧️ = transmasc!reader

🧳 = long read

🌃 = random/not connected to anything else

[coming soon just means if i have a writing already in my drafts or not]

Silco:

❗️NSFW:

Pretty Boy Assistant 🏳️‍⚧️🌃

Safe House ☁️🏳️‍⚧️🌃

Humiliating 🏳️‍⚧️🌃

Satin Stains 🔜☁️🏳️‍⚧️🧳

❕SFW:

Your Pain Is His Pain 🥀☁️🏳️‍⚧️🧳🌃

Soft Assistant (1) 🥀☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Soft Assistant (2) 🥀☁️🏳️‍⚧️

The Little Aristocrat 🔜☁️🏳️‍⚧️🧳

Series:

The Debt: part 1 // part 2🔜

The Little Aristocrat

Viktor:

❗️NSFW:

Storage Closet ☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Rough Day ☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Valentine’s Day ☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Jayce’s Assistant ☁️🏳️‍⚧️

❕SFW:

Old Friends 🥀☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Jayce:

❗️NSFW:

Desperate 🔜☁️🏳️‍⚧️

❕SFW:

(0) Coming Soon

Vander:

❗️NSFW:

(0) Coming Soon

❕SFW:

(0) Coming Soon

Extra/Multi:

❗️NSFW:

(1) Coming Soon

❕SFW:

(0) Coming Soon

Answered Asks:

Vander x sick!reader ☁️

[dimlylittorch]

my official WIP folder :3

feel free to ask questions, request snippets, and leave asks for me!! all of my fics are for transmasc readers, and some feature added variations such as, but not limited to: plus sized, sweetheart, virgin, innocent, etc.

My Masterlist🌱

(✅ = completed and posted)

The Debt pt.2 (Silco x reader)

The Little Aristocrat pt.2 (Silco x reader)

Satin Stains (Silco x reader) ✅

Aspirin and Aspirations (Viktor x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Viktor x reader)

Untitled mini writing pt.2 (Viktor x Jayce x reader)

Rusted Hinges for a writing challenge (Logan x reader) ✅

Lumberjack Is the New Look (Logan x reader)

Vintage Varnish (Bucky x reader)

Why Be Hopeless when You Can Be Hopeful? (Bucky x reader)

You’ve Got a Hold on Me (Bucky x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Soap x reader)

Simple Save (Soap x reader)

Secret Depths (Soap x reader)

Reflections (Ghost x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Ghost x reader)

Holiday From Hell (Price x reader)

New Buyer (Price x reader)

Check Out or Return? (König x reader)

Flavorless (König x reader)

Unfounded Flirtation (Bruce Wayne x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Bruce Wayne x reader)

Mark The Page (Din Djarin x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Din Djarin x reader)

extra details:

I currently have 9 requests that I am also working on! I promise I’m not ignoring them. I want to do right by them, and sometimes my brain refuses to comply :3

I don’t have a set timeline for any of my fics, but here is where I’m at on them all:

The Debt pt.2 {not started yet}

The Little Aristocrat pt.2 {being written}

Satin Stains {posted}

Aspirin and Aspirations {on hold}

Untitled mini writing {on hold}

Untitled mini writing pt.2 {starting on}

Rusted Hinges {posted}

Lumberjack Is the New Look {not started yet}

Vintage Varnish {being written}

Why Be Hopeless when You Can Be Hopeful? {not started yet}

You’ve Got a Hold on Me {starting on}

Untitled mini writing {on hold}

Simple Save {on hold}

Secret Depths {not started yet}

Reflections {not started yet}

Untitled mini writing {on hold}

Holiday From Hell {on hold}

New Buyer {being written}

Check Out or Return? {starting on}

Flavorless {not started yet}

Unfounded Flirtation {not started yet}

Untitled mini writing {being written}

Mark The Page {being written}

Untitled mini writing {starting on}

Color Code and meanings:

{on hold} = the concept or story has been written somewhat or part way, but i am struggling with writers block

{not started yet} = the idea/concept has been written, no actual plot line yet

{starting on} = the story/concept is in its early stages, maybe a few paragraphs at most

{being written} = the story is being written, only waiting on me being able to sit down and write it

{almost done} = the story is almost completed, i just need to write the ending or do some editing

{posted} = the fic is completed and available to read, the link is on my masterlist or here

[dimlylittorch]

HiIIii, I don't know if you have any ideas or anything planed but I think you should do more Silco/trans man reader at some point cause I loved loved LOVED the ones I read from you🙏<3

-🐶🍃😌

hi pookie!! so I currently have a silco x transmasc reader that’s almost done, just working out the kinks for the smut scene lol. Beyond that I’ll be continuing ‘The Little Aristocrat’ very soon!! Feel free to send me any ideas for anything you’d like to read <3 love you anon!