#Silco x gender neutral reader

[linesfromzaun]

Palms (Silco x Gen!Reader)

Rating: G

Tags: fluff, INNOCENT HAND COMPARING (u nasties 😤), cuddling, Smoking Silco, playing with Silco’s hands :’0)

A/N: I overworked myself today at work and needed some Silco fluff. Shout out to @purpurniymstitel for her post here, I haven’t stopped thinking about this because I need him spiritually, carnally, and physically, I am depraved 😔💔

“Darling, I’ve noticed something quite interesting,” Silco exhales the cigar smoke as he talks. You both are relaxing on the red sofa in his office, he sits upright, slightly reclined. You’re draped across his lap, looking up into the decorated rafters.

“And what’s that, hm?” You give an amused smile to match the tone of your voice. Silco holds his free hand up, fingers pointing to the ceiling.

“Place your hand against mine.” You feel a schoolgirl blush creep across your cheeks. You’ve known Silco for a while now, yet you’ve only recently become an item. You place your palm against his, and he lines his fingers up with yours. “I’ve noticed your hands are alarmingly small.”

“Alarmingly? What, like a bad thing?” You giggle as he playfully rolls his eyes.

“Not a bad thing, however I think it would be rather difficult to live with such small hands. How do you wield a dagger?” You huff in feigned annoyance and lace your fingers around his.

“Same as you, have you ever thought about the fact that you might just have really large hands? Your hands are double the size of mine.” You pull the hand that hold yours closer, and begin moving around his fingers lightly.

“Perhaps you just have very tiny hands. It seems to me my hands would be normal size for a man my height.” You give a sarcastic “mhm” and his laughter rumbles in his chest. You continue playing with his hand. Seeing how far they naturally spread out, placing his fingers in different positions. You try to sneak what it would look like if Silco gave the bird and his fingers stiffen. “Are you seriously trying to get me to flip someone off?”

“Just yourself.” You laugh at his blank expression and kiss his knuckles. He holds your fingers in the palm of his hand, swiping his thumb across the little knuckles. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” His thumb caresses your skin once more. His lips lifting into a gentle smile.

“I should buy you a ring, your hands are very adorable.” Oh, he made you melt. He always had the sweetest things to say about you in the safety of privacy. “I’m thinking gold, a little blue or red gem. Simple, but with a statement.”

“Already trying to claim me as yours, I see.” Silco chuckles and his lips press against the skin of your fingers.

“Can’t have anyone getting ideas about you, now can I?” You laugh as he snubs out his cigar in the ash tray, and his now freed arm pulls you into him.

“I suppose not, oh how you woo me, Eye of Zaun.” A kiss on your lips has you humming, the taste of spiced tobacco has you dizzy in love.

“It’s a natural talent, something I pride myself in. Especially since I have you to call mine.” You’re pulled to rest against his chest, and he joins you in lying down on the couch. You both sigh as he pulls the blanket over you both. His hand previously holding yours cards in your hair, the other rubs soothingly along your back.

“I wish we could stay like this forever, just block out the world. Have it just be us and Jinx.” A chaste kiss is pressed to your temple and his nose rests against your skin, feeling his breath breeze against you.

“Me too, my dove, me too.”

#silco #arcane silco #silco my beloved #silco x reader #silco fanfic #silco x female reader #silco x y/n #silco one shot #arcane #silco x gender neutral reader #silco x male reader #silco fluff

[a-gal-with-taste]

What Is Seen (Oneshot)

Summary: The scars are not all you see, when you look at him. And in this moment of peace, warmth and closeness, you take the time to study them... and perhaps, finally, tell the Eye of Zaun what you truly see, when you see him.

Tags: Winter/Holiday Fic, cuddling, mentions of hurt/comfort, romance, some humor, established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff because I said so, sleepy kissing, Happy Holidays!

Silco X GN!Reader | 1397 Words | AO3

Too many gave too much attention to his scars, in your humble opinion. 

Admittedly, you had been the same when hired. Momentarily frozen under the sight of crackled-gray, fitted with blood red enveloped in pitch-black. 

It had struck you, haunted you long-after that first meeting, and lingered in your mind. Standing out as a permanent fixture in your thoughts, for days to come, until your next meeting. 

The meeting following after that meeting, you stopped paying attention to the scars. And, though he'd never truly admit it, you imagined that's when Silco began to pay attention to you as well. 

Love didn't come quickly, but the attraction certainly did. Magnetic forces brought together under the guise of business as he built-up his empire, and you eased-in the supplies with a finesse he quietly appreciated. 

But it wasn't your tactics and reliability that made him call you back, and likewise, it wasn't his scars that drew you in. 

Many claim his ruin-eye to be one of fire. True, but also nonsense; the green is far more in its bare intensity, often barely holding back tides of pure, raw thoughts and emotion in that seagreen gaze. 

It was that seagreen that drew you in, lost you in its depths, again and again, until you forgot the scars entirely. 

Forgot who Silco was sometimes, even. The danger of the sea didn't scare you, after your presence became something more than occasional - in fact, a part of you welcomed the drowning. 

And when at last, talks of business ceased, soon with all attempts at speaking failing as your lips found his, you indeed found the drowning delectable, addictive, and magnetic... 

You were more than happy to drown, again and again. 

Silco, though he never said it aloud, was more than pleased you were so-willing to fall to the depths with him. 

And so, you forget the scars. Quite impossible, yet so simple to cast them from your mind as time goes by, as brushes of skin and lips become more frequent, and less hidden. They simply didn't matter, and you so rarely took notice of them when his low-words and expert hands were far, far more all-encompassing. 

Which is why, in this moment of peace, you study your love - and more importantly, those scars everyone seems to fixate on. 

The fire before you both no-longer roars, but exhibits a heat that has long-since sent the Industrialist in a sleep, one that is much needed. You have no doubt your own body, and the comforter you both share, helped get him to such a relaxed state. 

Head tilting-back on the couch, jaw slackened to let soft little breaths whistle through chipped-teeth in his snores, it's a herculean task not to smooth back the ruffled dark-hairs that have fallen askew over forehead and temple. A task failing quick, as your hands begin to ghost up from its placement along the steady, rhythmic beating of his heart, and coasting further up to gently shuffle those dark locks back.

His breathing hitches, and your own stills.

When it resumes, you draw your hand away, tucking it back beneath the blacket, and against Silco’s chest with a tenderness that still, after all this time, feels unreal. It feels unreal, that you are capable of being this close to the man, and likewise, that he remains so close and so trusting to you.

It feels impossible to think a man like Silco can learn to trust again, when you give attention to the scars.

Guessing his weariness would be long lasting, the patch was placed on to hide away the toxified-eye in his rest, but it does nothing to hide the scars you trace with your eyes. Scars that define him. That changed him, fundamentally and morally, into the Eye of Zaun the Undercity knows of today. A man of ruthless and unapologetic nature, a creature of spite and maliciousness, taken human-form…

Others would flinch. 

You simply lean up to brush your lips against the blackened-grooves, the rigid flesh of his marred cheekbone.

It causes Silco’s breath to hitch, and return from the depths of snoring he had fallen into. You say nothing as he awakens with your name on his lips, only traveling your own to follow the line of his cheekbone beneath ruined skin, layering another slow kiss there, as he lets out a dry sigh.

“You realize, the nerves there are mostly dead,” Silco murmurs, in a perplexed question of sleepy affection, masked as dry sarcasm as he fights back a yawn. “I can neither feel nor sense you there, not in the correct capacity. It’s all… muted.”

“Even when I do this?” Another kiss, this one delivered closer to the hollow of his angular cheek, rather than the sharp-bone beneath. The action only earns you a hum, and the arm slung around your hip tightening.

“How about this?” Closer, edging-along the patch that hides his eye. Silco doesn’t even attempt to struggle back the deep yawn this time, but ends it with a tired sound of your name, that you know is secretly amused beneath the exhaustion.

Traveling your mouth closer to the lobe of his ear, you murmur in that honey-sweet, low pitch that you know has him shuddering. “And this-?”

Lips barely make it there, before he is turning, and capturing your lips with his own. 

You melt into him, and it’s not because of the fireplace that lays before you both. The warmth that spreads through your body, at the simple, nearly chaste kiss he offers, is not one that can be born out of such a physical-element as fire. Rather, it originates from something stronger, more heated and powerful, all encompassing, and burning in your veins, through your heart…

Enough to keep you warm, long after he pulls away to lean his forehead on yours. 

“Amusing yourself with my battle scars?” He questioned, more curious than hostile, but the green-gaze of his flickers over your face regardless. Largely from the force of habit, which you don’t blame him for.

“Not exactly,” You murmur, sliding your hand up once more, to cup the unscarred cheek. “Studying, more like.”

“Indeed?”

“Yep.”

“Care to share your findings?”

A smile dances on your lips, shadowed in the dancing of the flames, as you lean closer to murmur against his mouth once-more with hooded eyes. “They aren’t all that scary.”

“Ha.” Silco rolls the singular eye that remains. “I beg you don’t tell the populace. Or else, I may have to find a new career.”

“I could sponsor you.”

“And I would bleed-you dry,” He says in a dark-sweetness akin to bitter honey, as he nips at your bottom lip in a way that has you squeaking, biting back your own grin in an attempt to stay serious.

“I mean it. I don’t normally take notice of them… don’t normally see them, to be honest.” His brow raises, and you shrug, speaking your truth simply. “They aren’t the features I think of most, when I think of you. Not the focal point, and not what I see, when I think of you.”

“What do you see, then…?” His question grows quiet, as your hands travel up to cup at either-side of his face. Angular, sharp, and rough against one of your palms… but you hold his face with all the tenderness that comes when holding something precious, and gazing at him, as though he is indeed something precious to behold.

“What do you think, Silco?” You murmur simply, hand sliding further upward to push away the patch and returning to his cheek the moment it’s off. “What do you think I see?”

Slower, mismatched eyes flick between your own - from habit, ever-assessing, even with you. It’s not one you would fault him for, and you do not fault him now. Only smile, thumb brushing along the rough ridge of skin beneath the infamous eye, as you look at him. 

Look at the man you love. The man you’re happy to drown into, with those seagreen eyes, and happy to burn for, as you hold one-another close before the flames, and all-knowing he would do the very same...

Love. That’s what you see.

Silco never ends up answering your question.

But you think the long kiss he offers you next, as you lay together in the warmth of a crackling fire, says more than enough.

#happy holidays #silco #Arcane #silco x reader #arcane fic #silco fic #silco x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #oneshot #fluff #romance #short and sweet #reader insert #winter fic

[honey-tongued-devil]

Hi!! Could I ask for “Look at me.  Breathe, there you go.” From the prompt list (I believe it’s number 8) with either Sevika or Silco? Bonus points if y/n is having a anxiety attack (as someone who suffers from them). I’d love to see that caring side!

↞“Look at me. Breathe, there you go.”↠

Freaking gold for my Silco brainrot. I’m sorry if it’s short and it’s not perfect, but even today I had an exam (but I wanted to adhere to one-prompt-a-day). This one is special, you can literally hear Silco in the last part... Because I added the audio! It is a paid cameo from @madmizchyf The requests are open, send me a prompt either at your choice or from one of the two lists, specifying with which character you want it!

↠Word count: 860 ↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠List: hurt/comfort (n.8"Look at me. Breathe, here you are." ) ↠Pairing: Silco x gn!reader (not explicitly Romantic, it’s okay for anyone who needs to hear the Kingpin console them) ↠Tw: Description of a Panic Attack

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

The lights are too strong.

You feel them as if they are piercing your skull, intense, with colors so saturated that pinch an indefinite point in your behind your nose, getting you a growing start of a terrifying sense of nausea. It’s inside your head, it makes your brain itch until it hurts just to keep your eyes open. 

And the music is no less, it fills that place making it even more asphyxiating: you feel it in your intestines, it goes back to tightening your stomach in a vise, fondling your diaphragm making it tremble to the rhythm of the bass, and enveloping possessive lungs. 

You can’t breathe at all.

There is not a glimmer of air in that prison of flesh and excess, not a single inch of space between the crowd dancing drunk, screaming, letting the unnatural lights illuminate their faces deformed by adrenaline and only-god-knows-what substance.

The room around you starts to spin, your fingers tremble, and you find yourself sinking fingernails and fingertips into your own flesh in order to maintain control, remain conscious, aware that hell will not spare you if you fall to the ground.

You sweat.

You lift your eyes to the ceiling in desperate search of the familiar handrail while with such a slowness that makes you go crazy a drop of sweat runs an invisible path from the forehead to the tip of the nose.

You are struggling, you are struggling like an animal that clings to life to keep control, and as soon as the slightest space between people’s bodies on the dancing opens up you shoot, pushing people away without looking back.

You don’t have time, you’re suffocating, you’re dying. Cross the space that separates you from the office of the Eye of Zaun with the impetuosity and despair of a man who after spending forty days in the desert sees an oasis for the first time.

You don’t knock, don’t have enough strength to do it, just open the door wide and close it behind you quickly, trying to push away the noises, the light, the smell of alcohol, the screams, the smoke, the intermittent darkness, the bodies that crush against each other.

Your body is heavy and you can’t resist gravity anymore, falling to the ground: knees clenched to the chest, the door behind your back as the only support, shield against the world that rages mercilessly out there, voracious, ravenous.

The only thing you are trying to find with your gaze is Silco, but tears make it difficult to focus on the elements of the room, and you perceive only a blurred silhouette approaching, accompanied by the ticking of the boots.

You try to raise your arms, no matter how pathetic that gesture may be, you need comfort, a safe place to take refuge, and that man’s chest tastes like safety, like home.

But your arms don’t respond.

You just want to cry louder, open your mouth wide and scream, but the air is thin and your body remains motionless, silent in letting tears run through your cheeks. 

As long as man’s thumbs do not gather them in a delicate caress, a light contact like the morning breeze but strong like a hurricane. His is a delicate gesture, he lifts your face just enough to make you meet his two-tone eyes -a combination of sidereal ice and fire of the deepest meanders of hell.

"Look at me. Breathe, there you go."

He takes a deep breath, then a second, slow, until almost instinctively you begin to imitate him, filling the lungs with air all the way; only then he leaves your face sitting in turn with his back against the door; with one arm he wraps your shoulders as he places the other under his knees, picking you up to hold you in his arms, in an almost religious silence.

You breathe deeply, the smell of his cologne is mixed with that of cigars in a mixture so familiar that you finally get back in control, first little by little, then all of a sudden.

And you start crying.

It is more a liberating cry than a desperate one, the arms of the man that seem to isolate you from the chaotic and evil world allow you to be fragile, to cry in that place where if you show weak hyenas and vultures are ready to pluck you to the bones. 

And he staysquiet.

His fingers gently caress your head, moving behind your ears some tufts in a gesture affectionate and respectful: he is waiting for you to be completely vented, he is waiting that all the anger, fear, anxiety you carry inside you have found a way to manifest themselves, without forcing you to suppress emotions, and you cannot help but hold onto him even more.

"I know sometimes your mind is unquiet, but it’s okay, it will be okay. Nothing is either as good or as bad as it seems at the time. Breathe..."

Your heart tightens in a vise as his lips rest on one of your temples, letting them touch your skin in a caress when they open to talk.

"breathe."

#arcane x reader #silco #silco arcane #arcane silco #silco x you #silco x reader #arcane x gender neutral reader #silco x gender neutral reader #silco x female reader #silco x male reader #arcane prompt #arcane writing #arcane x female reader #arcane x male reader #arcane

[x-amount-verbs]

Silco teaching you pool from behind...with his arms around you... whispering instructions very close onto your ear that you feel every breath he takes, feel every small motion of his head right next to yours...and the feeling of his chest against your back...and he pulls out the good ole "good girl" when you get it right...and he doesn't immediately pull away after...and then when you look at him his face is in the perfect position for a lil kith-

[this isn’t all of that, cause I don’t know enough about pool, and am in the middle of some other stuff but uh— in the meantime; here, anon, have fun] [inspired by this piece by @angelqueen13art ]

Corner Pocket (silco x gn!reader, sfw)

“This is completely unnecessary,” you argue, feeling the heat spreading across your chest and up your neck.

Silco’s expression is infuriatingly demure apart from the sly hook to his lips, eyes downcast as he chalks the cue. All he offers is a mockingly consoling hum.

“I know how to shoot,” you point out.

“—People,” he finishes for you.

“-Which I would argue are more important than balls.”

He glances up, brow cocked as he lets you consider your words, and you scowl as the heat works its way across your cheeks.

“Not like that,” you mutter, shifting restlessly. His soft huff of laughter makes your ears burn. Hopefully he can’t tell.

As he moves into your space, you find yourself tensing up, going still, breath caught in your chest.

“Consider it a lesson.” That smoky drawl buzzes in the air between you as he offers the cue. As soon as you take it, his other hand brushes your back, making you jump. Eyes never break from yours, and he only keeps that knowing smirk as he slides his touch from the small of your back to the curve of your waist, a gentle pressure instructing you to turn.

The look you shoot him is as warning as it is wary. But you obey.

Silco’s body pressing up behind you, conforming to yours, is incredibly distracting from the so-called ‘lesson.’

Your words are a low indignant mumble. “…I don’t need you to-”

One hand presses you down, the other sliding along your arm to find your grip on the cue, putting your body into the shape he wants as he covers it.

Cheeks burn as a foot nudges your legs further apart. A tug low in your gut has your toes curling in your boots.

Silco adjusts your arms into the proper position. “Humor me,” he murmurs against your ear, close enough that each close-mouthed ‘m’ feels like a kiss.

#silco #silco arcane #arcane imagines #silco x reader #silco x gn!reader #silco x gender neutral reader #silco/reader #x-amount-writes #drabble #this would be longer but I’m working on the multichap lol

[ghoulofatook]

For the ask game: your crush will never love you! Silco and reader (you can choose which one loves the other)

Your wish is my command, thanks for the ask! 💖 Hope you dig it ✨

Silco x Botanist Reader (no pronouns so can be read as genderneutral in this fic but may continue later as female reader)

Warnings: Obsessive Silco, Unwanted touch, threat of murder, unrequited love, messed up dude tryna not have feelings.

Inhospitable Ground

Silco lazily strolls through the artfully curated Cultivair gardens, secretly hoping to catch a passing glimpse of you as you go about your day.

He had been putting this visit off for as long as he could manage, finding it a frustrating challenge in self control to stay away. You always drew him back, despite his best efforts to excavate you from his thoughts. They eventually drifted back on you, slithering into the forefront of his mind as dreams, passing thoughts, even people who might have been you for a moment, glimpsed from behind in The Last Drop.

He meanders down through a plant lined hallway inhaling the sweet earthy scent of the place rounding a corner to finally confront the damage he had done.

The grand meeting room where he had threatened the chembarrons with his ornate little box of filled with noxious gas. It had been a small oversight to discover in the aftermath that it had withered every plant in the room.

He knew how much you loved that garden, it was your pride and joy and he had slaughtered it in so few moments to posture over subhuman scum. It was too late by the time he realised what he had done. How as the plants shrivelled and died, so with them had any hope of his affections for you ever being returned.

Standing there now in the empty room, arms behind his back, he observes how you'd removed all the death, how new soil now lay in all the garden beds. It must have been an immense job.

His brow knits as he frowns at the unfortunate mess of the situation. There would be no remedying it now.

He hears a thump behind him and turns to see you there in the doorway, a plant dropped at your feet.

Your mouth drops open in shock, eyes wide for a split second before they narrow and all the fires of hell fill them.

"How dare you show your face back here." The venom in your impulsive words could kill ten men.

Silco turns fully towards you, his expression carefully set to considering neutrality.

"Just because you own this garden doesn't give you the RIGHT to slaughter it!" You take a step forward over the dropped plant towards him.

"Some of those carnivorous flowers were the LAST specimens of their kind. They were HUNDREDS of years old." Tears of rage start to line your eyes as you continue pointing an accusing finger at him. The smart part of your brain is begging you to stop but you’re far to angry to listen.

"You should leave" you’re choked up now, hating how your voice quavers as you look up at him.

In that moment his heart aches for you, wishing you would smile or say something kind instead. But the hateful rage in your eyes reminds him that he is a monster. He remembers what he had become, what he had sacrificed of himself for Zaun. He allows the darkness inside himself to bloom in his chest, curling protectively around the pain.

He exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring with his distaste.

"I will not leave my Cultivair." He says coldly, steeling his gaze to fix on your own and striding forward with terrifying purpose.

"If you continue to speak to me like this." He lunges forward and grabs your face so quickly, leaning down over you like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.

"I'll bury you in that garden bed, so your bones feed the plants you so love." He growls into your ear.

If you wont love him, fear and hate are as close as can be, he decides.

You squirm, disgusted by his very touch. Silco smirks devilishly at the feeling of your warmth pressed against him.

"Let me go Silco" you whisper through gritted teeth. Skin crawling at the lingering threat of his body pressed to your own.

He withdraws slowly, unwrapping his long limbs from around you.

Taking a measured step back you turn to pick up the plant that you had dropped, grateful the roots were bound with damp heshen and that it was a hardy specimen. You clutch it to your chest and turn back to face the awful creature before you.

Silco watches you slowly turn with the lovely green plant in your arms. You're so beautiful, so gentle and caring in your work. The feelings it divulges twist and roil inside him, the only external tell is a single deep breath.

"Why did you come?" You ask, trying to hide behind some semblance of professionalism after your shock induced seething rage had spilled forth.

"I'd like a small garden with a pond in the office." He proclaims, slipping easily into the flow of business. "I need somebody to design, build and plant it for me."

You rush to cut him off.

"Bryta is skilled in garden design, I'll send her over at once." You say confidently.

He snorts a cruel half laugh shaking his head. It’s a cute attempt to distance yourself but he won’t be having it.

"I don't want Bryta, She is not the head botanist."

Your heart sinks as you realise you won't be able to get out of this.

"No, no, petal. I want my head botanist herself to make me the best garden money can buy. No expenses spared. You can plant, whatever you like."

You look up suspiciously but you have to admit you're lured in by his generous offer. It was a dream job, despite being promised to you by the devil at the crossroads.

"Help fund the purchase of plants to replace your mess too." You dare to demand. Forcing yourself to stand straight and eyeball him.

He holds your eyes for a beat, glaring at you. You barely notice you’re not breathing.

"All you need do is ask." He says before turning on his heel and sauntering out of the room.

"I expect to see you tomorrow" he calls from the hallway and you suddenly remember to breathe. Pinching the bridge of your nose you move the plant to rest on your hip.

You could not despise him more.

✨ Thank you for reading ✨

Tag list: @angxlictexrs

#Silco #Silco x reader #Silco x you #silco fic #silco x gender neutral reader #silco fan fiction #silco fanfic #ironandglassoc #ask #This is based on a WIP I've been playing with on and off for a while now #evil silco #TW unwanted touch #TW threat of murder #TW unrequited love #TW messed up dude tryna not have feelings

[redskull199987]

Save Haven

Silco x gender!neutral Reader

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: none, this is fluffy

Summary: Meeting Silco in office, after a long day of work, always helps you to calm down...

Masterlist

I walked into the direction of Silco's office, trying to ignore my racing thoughts. Silco had asked me to see him. He only did that if something was wrong. I was nervous, knocking onto his door.

"Don't worry"

I looked up surprised, as Sevika granted me a smile, before leaving Silco's office. I furrowed my brows at her, before stepping inside and closing the door.

"Hello, my Dear", Silco smiled.

"Silco", I replied. My eyes wandered up to the ceiling. My eyes met Jinx' and she grinned at me, waving her hand.

"Jinx, my dear would you grant us some privacy?", Silco asked, eyes wandering up, before Jinx landed on his desk with a heavy thud. I always wondered how his table survived her stunts.

"Will I see you later?", she asked, putting her legs into his lap.

"Of course, dear", he smiled, "I hope you don't mind, I was planning to bring Y/N along for Dinner"

Jinx giggled and clapped her hands:"I'd love to have them over"

She laughed again and jumped up. She came over to me and gave me the biggest hug in the history of hugs, before leaving us alone.

The door closed and I breathed in shakingly. I turned back around and caught Silco starring. His eyes followed my every motion.

"Come here"

His voice was soft and not demanding. It sounded more like an invitation than an order.

I gulped and walked past his desk, stopping in front of him. His eyes lingered on mine for a second, before he looked down at my hand. He reached out for it and softly interlaced our fingers, like he had done it before countless times. I felt him squeeze my hand, pulling me slightly closer to him. A silent plea for me to come closer.

I smiled and carefully sat down on his lap. Silco's eyes wandered over my body, before his hands settled on my waist. I put mine onto his shoulders, but they slowly wandered up, grasping his neck.

Silco chuckled and leaned in closer. His lips graced mine, as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"I missed you", he mumbled.

"Is that why you asked me to see you?", I wondered.

He only nodded, before finally connecting our lips. Even if we had kissed countless times before, I would always feel that firework erupting inside of me, when his lips touched mine.

I felt his hands gripping my waist tightly, pulling me even closer, as he deepened the kiss. Reluctantly, I pulled back for air.

"Someone really missed me", I breathed quietly.

A chuckle left his lips as he pecked my forehead.

"I did, my dear. And as you already know, I was hoping that you'd join us for Dinner later"

"It would be my pleasure", I mumbled against his lips.

His mouth curled into a smiled, as he reconnected out lips. This time, it was more passionate. It felt like, he needed me to survive. Like he was drowning and I was his saving oxygen.

"I love you", Silco mumbled and suddenly pulled away.

His hand rose to caress my cheek and I Ieaned into his touch. I put my hand on top of his. "I love you too", I mumbled shyly.

Silco pulled me into his arms, his hug even topping the one that Jinx gave me earlier. In his arms, I felt save. It was a strange thing to say. Feeling save in the arms of the man, many people of the Undercity feared.

But for me, he was more than just a Kingpin. He was my save haven. A home, I could always return to. He and Jinx had become my family.

"Let's go", Silco mumbled and pulled me from my thoughts.

I smiled and slowly got up. His hand lingered on mine for a second, before he broke contact to grab his coat.

Once, he had all his things together, Silco smiled and put his arm around my waist. He carefully kissed the top of my head, before guiding me out of the office, that I was so scared to enter, just Minutes ago.

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[unluckiestmember]

Intimate Moments (Arcane Edition)

Summary: The most intimate and emotional moment during sex you’ve had with the main Arcane characters!

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor and Silco

Warning: NSFW for sexual themes and suggestive themes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: A compilation from my last account and one of my personal favorite imagines/headcanons. Enjoy!

Jinx

It was your first time having sex with her. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but Jinx being Jinx, dived head first. Literally. She thinks she’s seen and been to heaven when she’s between your legs. The feeling of her on you in such a position made you moan out her name.

Not Jinx. But Powder.

Jinx stares up at you and you already know you made a mistake. No one calls her Powder, not even Silco! Unless you have a death wish, you should keep that name out of your mouth!

You stare down at her blue eyes expecting a scowl or a roar! But you were shocked when she whispered to you,

“Say it... Say it again.”

So you say it. “Powder.”

“Say it again.”

“Powder.”

“Please say it again.”

“Powder...”

You experience the best orgasm in your life, having the loose cannon below pleasure you like there was no tomorrow. She let her tongue work wonders and picked up her pace, taking in all of you in her mouth. When you came, Jinx cleaned you up and even pleasured you a little more, causing your eyes to roll back in eternal bliss.

She could tell you were finished for now so she pulled herself up to cuddle into your side. It took you a minute until you realized she cried to sleep. Not tears of anger or sorrow. But of joy.

Ever since, you are the only one who can call her Powder.

Vi

Vi is a wild animal in bed.

She’ll throw you down and waste no time to fuck your brains out for simple pleasure.

But one day, during a steamy make out session, you stopped to kiss down on her bandaged knuckles.

She’s taken a back for a minute.

Why would you do that?

You keep kissing on her knuckles without a care in the world. “Stop it,” She told you, trying her best to pull away from you. But you hold her softly. “Y/N, stop it...” She keeps fighting back for a minute, but eventually stops.

The brute breaks in your arms. How could you do that? How could you love someone who’s ruined so many lives with those fists of hers? It was impossible, wasn’t it? But you told her the answer to her worries and questions with a single glance into her gray eyes.

‘No.’

That night, you two had sex as usual, but this was more personal. More intimate. Vi took more gentle strokes and eased into picking up her speed and slamming harder on you.

She screams and moans your name like a prayer, countlessly says she loves you, feeling like any moment you will disappear. Though the way your hands relaxed on her hips and drew circles along her waist said otherwise.

The two of you came together before sleeping in each other’s arms. She could get used to sensual sex like that…

Caitlyn Kiramman

Innocent little Caitlyn.

Why are there barely any headcanons for Caitlyn? I-

Caitlyn was a classy woman, so sex was never really on her mind. It still wasn’t when you guys started dating. But you both knew you had to get things over with eventually. So one evening, Caitlyn dragged you to her room to try it.

The both of you were super awkward, especially the female enforcer. She would always ask in between actions “Are you okay? Is this right? Should it be the other way?” Bless her soul.

All around, everything was going well.

Until it was time to get naked. When it came her turn to feel pleasure, she didn’t do anything.

She hung her head low to the ground almost in disappointment. She stared down at her body. Thoughts lingered in her head; ‘What if I’m not beautiful to Y/N? What if I make a fool out of myself?’

Before she could ask herself any more questions, you rid her of her worries with sweet kisses. With every piece of clothing thrown on the floor, you whisper out, “You’re so precious. You look like an angel. Oh, I love you so much.”

You almost broke her down with every kiss you placed to mark her body. Your lips graced on her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her chest and finally her core. Oh, you loved everything about her.

You started to eat her, licking inside her folds at an average pace and flicking your tongue on her clit.

In a matter of seconds, her hands are lost in your hair, pushing your head closer to her to feel all of your tongue inside of her. Her moans clouded the room long after she came in your mouth. Pulling up, you both had lust in your eyes and could tell the night was still young…

Let’s just say she eventually screamed your name to the heavens long into the night and she realized two things; Sex with you was the best! And she was beautiful.

Ekko

Ekko has always been a bit of a wild boy when it came to having sex with you. It’s why you two were together to begin with.

He can be playful some nights, chuckling with you when he messes up something. Rough when he just really wants you. And romantic when you just need to know he cares about you.

One night the two of you were just having the time of your lives. He was slamming into you from behind, groaning out, “You like that, huh? Yeah, go ahead and scream my name, baby.” And boy did you love it.

Just feeling him stretch you out and pound deeper and faster in you was like euphoria. You found yourself screaming at the top of your lungs, “Ah, yes! Right there! Fuck, I love you, Ekko!”

You didn’t want it to stop, but soon the movement had slowed and the grip on your thighs loosened. You felt your body turning now to face the leader of the firelights panting down at you. “You love me,” He questioned, his brown eyes glistening in the moonlight full of hesitant awe.

Did you say you loved him? You never told him because you were scared of getting attached. He was the leader of a cause and lived in Zaun. Any minute he could be taken from you, so you tried not to get attached. Yet you said you loved him, whether it be out of lust or love wasn’t important. You said the sacred three words to him.

In that moment, you were sure as he began to stroke inside of you again, you didn’t see a warrior. You saw your boyfriend, your best friend, your everything.

He must have seen that in you too because he started to dig deeper in you, continuously hitting your g-spot with smooth strokes. His arms wrapped around you tightly, groaning at the feeling of a climax approaching him.

Together in a sea of utter pleasure, the both of you came together before relaxing in each other’s embrace under the shine of the midnight moon.

You slept well that night in his arms, letting him hold onto you with the mindset of if he let you go, you wouldn’t come back.

No matter what, after that day, you both say I love you at least once a day.

Viktor

My everything next to Jinx.

You and Viktor have been partners for a long time in Piltover, working on projects together when he wasn’t accompanied by Jayce. Though you two never started to officially date because hexcore was more important, even if deep down you two wanted to become an item.

Well, the thing about humans is that they don’t know how precious people are until they almost lose them.

Viktor found himself having a particularly horrible week; The hexcore may have fixed him, but took away a close friend. He may have almost stopped an incoming war, but he ended up losing some close allies due to the bombing on the council’s headquarters.

He had thought he lost you when the city went into lockdown due to the commotion. Thank the gods he found you that night safe and sound at your home.

Thank the gods he was safe too.

That following night, the two of you met one another at your home, where he knocked on your door. Your eyes connected with his amber eyes, and you were sure they screamed one thing; ‘I need you’.

In a matter of seconds, you two synchronized like gears to slam each others’ lips onto one another. Moving in rhythm, bodies danced through the dimly lit house towards your bedroom, where the scientist pushed you down on your comforter and wasted no time to rid himself of your clothes.

You did the same, though you found it cute and amusing that he was apologizing for his ‘inappropriate’ actions. You showed it was okay when you slammed your lips onto his again and felt yourself yearning for him.

You two grinded on each other, letting your lower bodies explore one another through groans and moans. The entire night, you two were one. Nothing else mattered when you found Viktor cumming inside of you and placing your hand gently onto your cheek.

You two stared at one another desperately before you heard the man speak in his native tongue, “я люблю тебя так сильно.”

You never questioned what that meant, but when you two started dating, he made it an effort to always tell you “I love you so much.”

Silco

As long as you’ve been dating the crime lord of Zaun, you knew damn well that Silco was not an emotional guy. No one has ever seen him let out his feelings to people, not even Jinx.

If he did ever give into his emotions, it would be out of anger, but never out of love.

He only ever saw sex as something done to relieve stress, kind of like you. You were his bitch anyways, nothing more.

That’s why he would always fuck your brains out, slamming his cock inside of you through your mouth or lower end with one goal in mind; To forget about the world and please himself for once in his god awful life.

However, one evening when he was railing deep inside of you on your desk, something was different to say the least. He wasn’t fucking you like a mad man. He wasn’t calling you degrading names and growling like an animal. Instead, his strokes were sensual and careful.

That was new. Was he sick? It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it. But why was he doing this?

You reach up to touch his face where his scar was and the man had froze up. You wanted to ask what the hell was going on. Where was the man who would pound you senseless?

Instead of being given an answer, his orange and blue eyes just pierced down at you before he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Through those eyes, you had seen the man you once knew. A man who was calculating, but somewhat compassionate. A man who just wanted the best for him and his brother. A man once had big dreams he wanted to accomplish with you by his side.

He always said that naïve brat was gone, but you always knew he was in there. That’s why you had no issue with this new version of him. It’s why you never batted an eye at his scarred eye. As a matter of fact, you adored it. You adored him.

With the feeling of your lips crashing slowly into his, Silco began to fuck you as usual. His strokes only picked up after a moment of your moans colliding in your mouth.

Before you knew it, he came hard and deep inside of you, making you scream out his name before relaxing a bit. Now panting hard on his desk, you stared up at Silco, finding him panting along with you. He eventually pulled away to sit in his chair.

You don’t know why he apologized or what happened that night, but from that day forward, Silco was more open to showing his appreciation for you…

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Would you be willing to do a platonic jinx and silco with a autistic fem reader? Has trouble with communucation and socialization, a bit clumsy, but is otherwise very loyal and sweet to them both and one of the few people who not only can keep up with jinx intelligence wise but actually understand her. Silco and jinx one day overhear one of silco's goon straight up call her an "idiot freak" or something really horrible not knowing she's more than just that kid that hangs around jinx all the time but is pretty much family.

(hello! I however, do not write autistic readers because I do not have autism or know anyone who does and I don't want to be insensitive for anything about that so I cannot do that so sorry. But anyways, enjoy!)

Little Dysfunctional Family

Jinx

Jinx was ways happy to have you

Even if you had your quirks

She wasn't always the best with communication either

She was also accident prone, now and then when she was a certain someone

She didn't like socializing, she hated it

She didn't like being around fake ass goons who thought kissing up to her would get them on Silcos good side

It got tiring

So, having you, and knowing your love and being with her was genuine??

Made everything else matter absolutely jack shit

She treats you like a sibling, maybe if your younger, like a little kid sibling she never had

She will be very protective and loving

She doesn't want anything to happen to you

Or for anything, or anyone to take you away

She doesn't think she can handle that

So she does whatever it means to keep you happy and very loved

As long as you love her the same

It's a great deal, really

She is very happy you're able to connect with her on so many different levels

Especially when you help her when she has freak outs

You understand why she has them, and how she is the way she is

But you never judged her about it

Or really questioned it, you were just you, and you were there for her

And she will always love you for that

And that you're able to keep up with her highly energetic ways is amazing

And how you can make gadgets and go on and on for hours on end with her

She loves

She never had someone like that before, so now that she does

She doesn't wanna let it go and doesn't want anything to change

So to hear someone talk shit about you??

You??

The amazing one, her fucking sibling, like they're nothing??

Oh boy

When Jinx is mad, she is mad

There are no limits

She will do whatever the hell she pleases to them

She'll toy with them for a little tho lmao

She'll be asking

"Why do ya think that?? Wow, what else do you think?"

Acting coy, a fake pleasant and charming smile on her face while she is seething inside

Then she'll just bust out

"Well, funny you say that about, y'know, my best friend."

She'd be giggling while the goon is terrified

Everybody knows

don't fuck with Jinx

She's a firecracker is under the protection and love of the Eye of Zaun

So, safe to say

That goon is GONE

never to be seen again

Oh well, cuts your losses

Jinx will then rant to you about it and be telling you how wrong the goon is

She'll also probably tell you bits of what he said, and make it out like he tried attacking her to justify what she did

But it's okay!

Who can be mad at this amazing girl?

Silco

He is the Eye of Zaun, man

He may not show it or say it very often, but he cares deeply about you and Jinx

He's had you guys for so long, he forgot what it was like without you both

He didn't care that you didn't very function well with socializing and communicating

To him, you were perfect

Because you were you

He wasn't good with that stuff either, like Jinx

That's what makes you all an amazing little family

A family that protects one another from anything

You all were basically molded with the same skills, some lacking in some departments, but we'll enough to appreciate one another

Even if it's not said every day

You knew it, Jinx knew it, and so did Silco

So, he wants to keep you and Jinx happy

He wants you guys to be taken care of

He also appreciated that you can connect with Jinx on a level he can not

Intelligence wise and her personality in general

Not many can keep up with the blue haired wonder

So, it's very much appreciated that you keep her alive while also indulging in her activities

He will not let anyone talk shit about you

Did you see how he acted when Sevika tried to call Jinx a problem??

Well, he'd act sorta like that

If the goon kept going on about you and saying shit

He's be silently pissed as they keep running their fucking mouth

If they even get the chance

He may not kill them per se

But they will be traumatized, no doubt

If they go far enough, he'd probably send Sevika on their ass

He would not stand for it

He would also, probably call them into his office and play a physiological game

He'd threaten them no doubt

And you and Jinx are giggling up in the rafters having the time of your lives watching this absolute jackass almost piss himself

Anyway, Silco would not let any asshole try and run all over you

He taught you better than to let that happen

He also will take care of it for you

It's his way of showing fatherly love

It's not perfect, but it's the way that he knows he can show it without screwing up

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[linesfromzaun]

Seeing this between your thighs……..

ANYWAYS

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[a-gal-with-taste]

Incognito (NSFW)

Summary: Getting arrested actually isn’t as rare of an experience, at least if you're a true Zaunite. In the height of a revolution, handcuffs are as common a sensation as breathing for those prone to troublemaking among the Lanes. It’s the staying in handcuffs, that’s a far-rarer experience.

Silco finds, in this particular incident, with this particular Enforcer, he might just enjoy it.

Warnings: NSFW|MDNI. Roleplay, rough/alleyway sex, slight glove-kink, spit-kink/spit-as-lube, handcuffs, young Zaunite revolutionaries, handjob, brief aftercare, banter, dirty-talk, ‘fuck the police’ but make it literally(?)

As a Zaunite, Silco knows he has no rights. Oh, he's sure that on some fancy paper, on an equally extravagant desk in the highest building in Piltover, there's some drabble about legalities and common-courtesies that are afforded to citizens of the Undercity, especially by those in power.

Obviously, said-niceties are ignored, especially by those in power. Zaunites quite literally reside beneath the feet of Enforcers, why should they see them as anything less than living dirt beneath their boots?

It's predictable, but it still makes Silco fume. The fires of the indignity seem to course through his veins, and though he's had a lifetime to get used to such unfair normalcy, that doesn't mean he intends to stay comfortable with it.

Just like he makes no intentions to stay comfortable in his current situation, with wrists locked tight enough to bruise behind him, and a boot planted firmly at the small of his back.

"You keep that up, I won't even have to do anything to you." The Enforcer's voice is cold, mechanical though the full-coverage helmet on their face. "Wear your damn self out all on your own... Zaunites like you always got too much spirit."

"I prefer calling it self-respect. We actually have it, it's got a nicer ring to it, and it's a bit more harder for you to break out of us." The cuffs are tight, and if they were meant for comfort for it's wearer, obviously they were created by some sort of masochist. Admittedly, Silco had weighed the options of thumb-dislocation, but though his adrenaline was rushing, the pain would still be enough of an inhibitor that, even freed, would hinder him from taking control of the situation again.

Not that his officer gives him any chance to take any sort of control. The bottom of the boot is replaced with a knee, digging hard enough that Silco hisses into the alley-ground beneath him. Kneeling literally atop of him, the uniformed-individual takes hold of his metal-joined wrists and halts the struggles he makes to free himself through the old-fashioned way of wiggling. "These are Piltovian cuffs, you really trying to get out?"

"No. I actually quite enjoy being thrown around by Enforcers - highlight if my evenings, really."

"Smartass... that what got you caught by those other officers? Winning attitude?"

"Regretting the rescue?" Twisting until he's looking over his shoulder, dark hair askew around his face, Silco grins sharply at the unexpressive helmet that seems to glare back at him. "Oh, but with armor so shiny, I bet you were just waiting for the opportunity." And how opportune they had been. A simple tussle outside a bar, with a different set of Topsiders looking to fill their quota of arrests.

Famous, for lack of stair-railings and it's ability to break fissure-folk. But it seemed the officer that had taken him from the original two on their own, seemed keen to break him before they ever made it to that Enforcer tower.

Obviously, Silco hadn't gone willingly.

And equally obviously, a third officer had appeared at the sound of his struggles against the original two, offering to take him to none-other than Old Hungry itself, the infamous, age-old Enforcer tower growing straight up from the depths of Zaun itself.

"Yes," They finally admit, respirator drawing out the slow-breath they make at his accusation, as they drop his cuffed-arms and let them fall onto the small of his back, where they curl into fists. "Yes, I was waiting for them to grab you. Your idiocy is something that could be seen for miles - it was obvious you were up to no-good, even before you went and got yourself caught. You're lucky I was there, can't imagine you would've survived a stint in Stillwater-"

"How touching. A Topsider showing concern for a Dweller-"

His taunt clearly frayed at some already scattered nerves, because with a low growl that seemed to amplify out the mask, gloved fingers grabbed his arms to haul him up. The world spun before it slammed - or rather, he did, right into the alleyway wall. Metal and brick digging into his back as he grunted, cracking his gaze open to peer at his savior through dark locks. Sharp white glinted between them, as Silco could almost catch the dark, irritated glint of their eyes behind the visor. "Such hostility. Must I make a complaint?"

His tone is just as dark, and still a taunt, but there's also a question in his voice, one that has the palm pressing flat against his chest to twitch at it's implications.

"... just trying to do my job."

A smile, nearly genuine crosses his face, and he leans in the space between them, soon close enough that his breath fogs up the lens of the helmet visor. The causes the hand to fully still against his chest, though Silco feels the tremor that runs up his officer's arm as he speaks, lowly and nearly-coaxing, "I do believe your job entitles you to a search. Unless I'm free to go, in which case-" Metal creaks behind him. Digging into already-bruised wrists, but he only smiles, quirks a brow as fingers tighten to curl into the front of his shirt as he breathes.

From his words, or the knee that has snaked up to rub between his Officer's legs. Full of promise, and familiarity.

"-in which case, I can take that pretty little key and be on my way, officer-"

"Literally stop talking."

Any taunts grow mute on his tongue as the tormenting knee his maneuvered out of the way for the Enforcer to move between both legs, the one from his chest snaking to curl and grip his hair, while the other hand ventures down. A strangled sound comes from the respirator, at the same time as a gloved hand palms him between his pants.

"You get off from this?"

"N-not exactly... actually never gotten this far in an arrest before-" Leather rolls and creaks against his clothed crotch, causing him to his at the firm, rough friction that not even his pants can fully render null. "Smartass," His Enforcer teases, giving a squeeze that drags out his hiss to fill the very cracks of the abandoned alleyway. "Attitude like that, you should be cuffed more often."

"Kinky," Cyan-green eyes crack over, and a dangerous smirk crosses his face. Absurdly so, considering his position, but he doesn't seem to consider it at all as he drawls almost teasingly. "But I have a partner."

The hand stills against the strain in his pants. For a moment, breathing heavily through his nostrils, Silco wonders just how unimpressed that face is beneath the helmet - and how long it would take for him to struggle out of the cuffs if his little officer decided to leave him there in their lack of amusement - when deft, quick fingers find the bottoms and zips to his pants, and he hisses out his approval into the evening air.

The feel of a glove around his length is rough, stern, unforgiving and gloriously firm around him. Hips nearly go to thrust into the grip, when, as quickly as it appeared, it abandons him again, earning a growl from deep in his throat.

This, in turn, earns him a rougher tug on his long locks, "Quit bitching, your wrists are already going to be raw from this. You want your cock to get marked up with friction too?" Unimpressed, but at least considerate, the Enforcer raises the flat palm of their glove up to the level of his chin.

Chest rising and falling with growing celerity, Silco glances between leather and reflective metal, piquing a brow. "Do you really want me to rub you dry, Trencher?" The slur makes that rising brow narrow, blue-green eyes now slits, but the Enforcer is unperturbed. "Know some of you got a thing for sadism, but that's really-"

Silco, as usual, has specific and precise aim.

While close-quarter jabs and stabs are his specialty, it cannot be denied that the young Son of Zaun has a aptitude for taking aim, with his throws, and, with a swish of his tongue and a precise shift of lips, his saliva as well.

The man grinned like a shark, at the way his Officer jerked back, growing-still as the wad dripped slowly down the reflected-visor, right between where the eyes would be. Silco took a moment to hum, barely apologetic before once more gathering moisture onto his tongue, and without removing his gaze from the reflective surface of the helmet visor, and the no-doubt wide eyes behind them, lands a second-thick wad of liquid onto the awaiting gloved hand.

Silco smiles, thumping his head back against the wall, and the still-gloved fingers in his hair. "Need anything else for me to assist you with your job, officer?"

His chin all but bounces off the wall behind him as he's turned, roughing shoved against the surface as the fingers twist into his hair, yanking it back while the other glove hand snakes back around to wrap around his cock. "You're insufferable-"

"Oh, you must've... hnng, you had to h-have known we'd be difficult down here..."

"Should've left them drag you to Stillwater."

"Less paperwork that way, t-true."

There’s a squeeze on his cock, filled with friction and also bordering on painful, that leaves Silco to hiss instead of continue his mocking. Regardless, he thrusts into the grip that never ceases to slow or settle, groaning out through gritted teeth when a thumb slides over his head with purpose, and familiarity.

The faint semblance of syllables behind his tight-teeth makes the respirator next to his ear hiss-out, a shaky breath escaping his Officer's helmet as he grinds out the name again. "You're insufferable, loud-mouthed and I should've let them drag you off to jail, you moron. By Janna, did you even have a plan if I hadn't come along?"

"Not really, but c-considering how... e-eagerly you're stroking me, d-dear, it's clear you d... did-"

The hiss fades into an echoing rumble within your helmet as the glove becomes stained with the sudden release, cock twitching in your grasp as you work him through his orgasm. Relishing in the heaving groan that’s muffled with his forehead pressing against the wall before you, you wait until it starts breaking into the beginnings of an over-stimulated whine before you pull your hand away. Chuckling at him small hums and grunts as, after pointedly wiping off the cum-dripping glove on the tail of his shirt, you tuck his cock back into his pants before both armored-arms come down to wrap around his torso from behind. “You, have issues.” 

"Oh shut up, Silco." Chest-to-back, they spread the leaking pre from their fingers all along his length, giving special attention with a smooth leather-clad hand makes the man thump his forehead against the surface in front of him, hips bucking with every motion, and fighting back a pleasured groan as dripping-fingers twist with the next motion along his cock. 

Admittedly, he’s unable to fight the next round of strangled sounds from escaping him, the moment you catch his reaction and ensure to trace along the veins of his throbbing length with purpose. That purpose, apparently, is the whiney-breath that contains your name, that once more makes your respirator hiss with an unrestrained pant of your own at his sounds of pleasure.

“What’s that thing Benzo started? Something about fuck, and the, and Enforcers?” Turning, he catches your hands in his own, humming at the angry red marks left on his wrists. Your hands flex in his grip, possibly out of guilt as you gaze at the sight yourself, but his palms soon slight from your wrist, arms, armor-padded shoulders, until he catches the latch of your helmet beneath his fingers. “I must admit, in this particular situation, it has a quint ring to it,” He murmurs, green-blue eyes crinkling at the corners when the helmet clatters to the ground, the sight of his fellow revolutionary a welcomed and familiar sight indeed.

Silco only chuckles, albeit weakly at the feel of the helmet resting gently against his shoulder blades, and arms squeezing his waist gently as his breathing returns to normal. “You initiated it, dear. I merely followed your lead... and I'm grateful for the efforts to go incognito, it got me out of an arrest, after all... among other, much more agreeable things.”

“Yet here you are, still in cuffs. Freak.” Not for much longer though, for with one last squeeze around his waist, and a clink of metal, there’s a lack of pressure on he’s hands that soon smoothed by your own - flesh and blood fingers, not leather anymore. “Vander’s gonna kill us, you know. This uniform is meant for undercover-work, not fucking around. Literally.”

“See, you do have issues if you think fucking in one of these is a good time,” You say, giving a dirty-look to the helmet abandoned on the ground. The debate to kick it is clear in your eyes, but alas, it’s the only one the revolution has for infiltration-work. You shudder, complaining even while your hands come up to interlock with his, thumbs rubbing away the the worst of his sore wrists, “It’s so... stuffy, even with the ventilator! Sweet Janna, do Topsiders just forget how to breathe once they get underground-”

“Hm.. Is it built into the helmet?”

“Yes, but, they make you carry a spare, and it’s more like a gag than an actual breathing-aid.”

“Oh?” His wrists were still pink, but a gentle roll proved they would fade back to normal after a day. Good to know, just as the information you were proving was just as... insightful. “You know what I realized, officer?”

In dark promise, purpose, and familiarity.

Your eye-roll at his hoarse purr was long, and before you even fully-realize why his hand leaves you, quickly interrupted.

Not by words, but by the simple sound of metal clicking shut around your wrists. Shortly followed by a sound of the air knocked out of you, as positions flipped - brick digs into your back, and with Silco gripping the bit of metal between your wrists to keep them pinned and high above your head, they dig just as hard into your skin.

Silco smiles, almost genuine and equally as shark-like as before, as a hand snakes up your side while a knee slots between yours while he leans close, seeming to inhale the sharp gasp you make. “I realized, you aren’t very good at your job. You caught the suspect, certainly, but you didn’t do a good job searching.”

“I-” Your weakened breath of his name is muted quickly, though not with the sound of metal again, but with his knee shifting purposefully between your thighs, at the same time as his finger almost playfully flicks at the spare-respirator slung at your hip.

Brilliantly, you had referred to it like gag, and could see the consideration of such a comparison in his eyes as Silco leaned close, breath close enough to fog up your visor, if you still had such protection.

Or wanted it, as your eyes flutter briefly as his words and breath traced your face as it twisted with pleasure under the shifting of his knee between thighs. 

“Perhaps I ought to show you how to properly search a 'Trencher'... Officer?”

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[honey-tongued-devil]

Hello sweet devil :D can I request dry humping Vander and silco randomly? How would these lovely dilfs react?

Dry humping [arcane preferences]

▶[Silco, Vander] reacting to their s/o dry humping

[NdA]

"sweet devil" flatters me, honey &lt;3 I entered on tumblr to exhaust a request and I got the notification of this: perfect target, kink that I share, characters that are in my preferences. Mwaaaah.

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: NSFW [MDNI], public kink, choking ↠Character/s: gn reader x Silco, AFAB x Vander

【Silco】

You haven’t seen Silco leave his office for a week

a week that, when you tried to come in, he barely looks up from the documents and raises an eyebrow almost annoyed

"I am busy"

yeah no shit.

for this exact reason, when for the second week in a row you see that the attitude doesn’t change you decide to return more insistently in the Kingpin’s office, only to find him once again curved, a hand pressed on the temple, busy reading and writing paperwork

"Do you need anything?" the usual annoyed tone, the tired and icy look of someone who forgets how to behave like a decent human being when there is work involved.

"I’ll keep you company!"

when you sit on his leg he sighs annoyed, but goes back to work without complaining too much.

He’s pretty used to interruptions.

But after a while you’re in that position he raises his knee slightly without warning, making you squeak.

the bastard smiles.

he only gives you a quick look before returning to the paperwork, obviously satisfied.

The problem is, you’re not.

You place your fingers on the desk for more balance, starting to roll your hips slowly, letting your crotch rub against the man’s leg

for being one of the smartest men in the underworld, it takes a really long time to him to figure out what you’re doing

one hand grabs your side while with the other he arranges his hair in an almost exhausted gesture

"I have to work."

"let me do it alone at least" whimper without stopping moving

You know perfectly well you’ll end up on the desk in no time

but it’s kinda your goal, so...

The man sighs exasperated before returning, once again, to focus on the documents.

Occasionally he lifts his knee or caresses your side, watching you groan and arch at every little change in his posture.

"Silco, please, you haven’t touched me in forever" "forever, more like a little more than a week" the man responds dryly, stroking your tummy distractedly, grabbing it without warning and stretching his lips in an amused smirk when you whine in response. Every second that passes you feel the heat between your legs becoming more and more intense and urgent. You sink your nails into the wood of the desk while almost involuntarily increasing the rhythm, and wince when the firm hand of the man passes from your waist to the neck. "Compose yourself." You nod frantically, straightening your back obediently. You take your hand on his without slowing down, letting a choked sound of pleasure come out of your lips. "I beg you... Silco please..."

【Vander】

Do you see him?

This man is clearly a bastard.

a troublemaker who tries in every way to appear as responsible and reliable as possible.

Every now and then, when the tavern closes he let his friends inside (merchants, helpers, people of the lanes with whom he likes to talk in complete tranquility)

And that’s where your little game starts.

Vander serves drinks for the men at the counter and sits in front of them, on the opposite side, motioning you to sit on his legs.

you rest your elbows at the counter to avoid the men noticing the movement.

joke with those present while, artfully, you roll your hips on the sturdy and comfortable leg of the man.

you all spent the time together laughing, joking, and the more the beer is poured the less likely they are to notice the way you rub on the man

you cannot see the expression of the man but while with one hand he gestures with the other one to guide your movements, squeeze a thigh of yours

if the clothes are easily accessible he brings a hand between your legs teasing you with an exasperating calm.

You know he’s smiling.

He’s smiling like the bastard he is knowing that you have to suppress the verses in the beer mug and disguise the spasms as a way of gesturing.

When the people in front of you are clearly so drunk that they can no longer understand shit, he doesn’t immediately send them out

you know, he likes this game.

he’ll try with fluid movements -which do not give too much in the eye- to make you spread your legs so that they go both sides of his

and that’s where you pretend to be sleepy, so you can lean against the counter and hide your face in your arms while the man sneaks a hand inside the fabric, passing his fingers first between the folds, then to tease the clitoris.

"shh… gentlemen, please. Take it easy or you’ll wake them up" you hear him whispering to others, clearly intent on forcing you to hold back more and more so as not to be discovered.

and it is only when you readjust yourself just further back, rubbing it against his crotch, that he'll flaunt a cordial smile to the men.

"Gentlemen, I’d say it’s time to close up so I can put them to rest and finish the restocking."

"Vander" you call him with a broken voice, the underwear drenched, while he locks the door behind the men’s backs. You put a hand between your thighs, eyes shiny and reddened, lips wet. The look of someone who can’t last an extra second. "Good morning sweetheart" he replies with amusement while you go around the counter to get in front of him, playing with the creased edge of the skirt. When he is close enough, he lowers slightly to kiss you, caressing your hips with both hands, letting them go down gently to take your underwear off. “Vander… Vander please… I can’t do this anymore…” your voice is languid, suffocated in the neck of the man that lifts you and makes you sit on the counter, stroking your thigh before offering you an innocent smile."Where were we?"

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[x-amount-verbs]

Sinners Stained Red

Have a snippet of something I started writing Fuck it, this is a finished piece. A drabble based on this art by @iseutz that has been languishing as a wip on my drive while I work on HH stuff.

[silco x gn!reader] [~850 words] [no use of y/n] [rated M for implied violence, but sfw] [modern au] [mob au] [sadist!silco] [sadist!reader] [tw offscreen torture (not to named characters)] [blood]

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He’s so fucking extra.

You snort a derisive laugh at the sight of blood-soaked hands holding a lit cigarette as Silco looks out over the common area. Up here from his high tower where he can see his people milling about between jobs. And, more importantly, they can see him.

“Ruined another shirt,” you observe, lips hooked in a smirk. “You could really stand to wear gloves, too.”

His good eye slides over to you, subtle smile hidden as he takes another drag. “Where’s the fun in that?” The murmured words curl in the air, visible as smoke.

You want to laugh. Approaching with silent steps, your eyes scan the crowd below. His people. The family. Each upturned face is noted in your mind. Those brave or stupid enough to watch their leader’s mid-interrogation smoke break. The fear, the respect, the anxiety. Your amusement is hard to hide, but you manage, voice wry. “You’re terrifying them.”

Silco hums a confirmation. Leaning on the railing of the upper floor, his red-stained hands are visible to anyone looking up— as is his unaffected demeanor. “Good.” His eyes drift almost unseeing over the crowd, managing to look completely disinterested. The words come out a quiet drawl, lips hardly moving. “Watch the one in green.”

You dutifully find the girl in the crowd, and even from here her mix of awe and terror is clear.

Silco turns, leaning back against the rail, eyes moving to you even as you keep watching. As soon as his back is turned, the girl hurriedly makes excuses to leave.

“A rat?” you guess, watching how she interacts with others as she heads for the doors.

“Mm.” The slight incline of his chin is as close as you’ll get to a nod, when he’s trying to be unreadable from afar. “Feeling the water rise. If we’re lucky, she’ll take more with her.”

You note three potential others to look into, based on shared glances or a careful hand on the back of a shoulder as she squeezes by. Maybe not all of them agents, but all may be weak links.

“Speaking of rats…” You raise a brow at Silco, then nod to his sticky forearms. “That legit, or did you just want to force people to open doors for you?”

One scarlet hand is offered for your inspection even as he takes another drag, his audience downstairs forgotten in favor of your conversation. “I don’t need an excuse for my men to open doors for me.”

His white sleeves are far from spotless, but they’re cleaner to grasp onto than his skin. Holding the fabric at his elbow, you delicately pinch his wrist between two fingers, like it’s something particularly undesirable. Far from the truth, if you’re honest; something about blood on his hands makes him even more appealing.

Spotting the useless sleeve garters, you glance up at him with a smirk from under lowered lashes. “All this classy finery, and you don’t even use them properly?”

Bloody fingers bring the cigarette to his lips, but his eyes stay on you, entertained. “I’ll have you know I always wear my clothes properly. And well.”

A short hum in your throat agrees, swaying toward him and lifting your chin. He does have impeccable style. It adds to his gravitas in every meeting, and his air of professionalism in every front.

Silco pulls back in a minuscule movement, gaze cutting sideways as he shifts just so to draw your attention to the crowd below.

Right. You give up on your subtle request, rocking back again. “Well, then you obviously need someone to ‘properly’ roll your sleeves, if you’re wearing them loose like some sort of harlot.” The jeer is sweet under your breath, too low for anyone to hear and too murmured for your lips to be easily read.

Another drag, gaze bright and sharp. “My forearms so tempting to you?”

Your fingers slide along the railing as you watch him, but you resist any sort of public display. Still. “Very much so, yes.” You grin.

His sharp breath is a laugh, through pressed lips, smoke a brief jet. He simply watches you, calculating. Then he looks back down at his people. The smart ones are minding their own business. The stupid ones look away. Only the most idiotic dare to stare back.

“How’s work?” you ask casually, sweetly.

Thin lips and sharp eyes convey that biting wit without him having to say a word. He still does. “You know, they say torture doesn’t get results, but I’d argue it’s much more entertaining than appeasement.”

“How far did you get with the interrogation?”

“Oh we got the basics of what was necessary yesterday. This is just a bit of anger management. My therapist says it’s important to find ways to vent my frustration.” His drawling tone is so dry you feel it sucking at your skin.

“Still at it?”

Silco’s eyes rake the crowd again, then he pushes off of the rail, heading for the door he’d come out of. “Was about to break out the brand, if you’d care to join?”

You grin. “How could I ever refuse?”

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[cacston]

One thing that annoys me about x reader fan fics, is when they put description about the reader. For example:

"long flowing H/C, flowed in the wind"

"the dress fit over their slim curves"

"her pale skin glistened from the sweat"

Like no, you just excluded a bunch of people from your x reader because of this, if u want it to be ur oc, then make it ur oc. Just don't put it a x reader.

And it's so easy to not put this but still have description about the character

"The wind ruffled their H/C hair"

"the dress fit over their body perfectly"

"her skin glistened from the sweat"

Even if it's an amazing fanfic, I will stop reading, cause the description is not me and it takes me out of the story

But absolutely give me those gender neutral fics, their the fucking bomb!!!!

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[fanandfiction]

Shotgunning W/ Arcane Characters

A/n: So what I’m the last person on earth to watch Arcane? I do have a pea brain and dyslexia so if anything feels inconsistent I apologize. I’m trying to write as gender neutral as possible :’0 but ya know nice and constructive feedback is always welcome! This has not been proof read so please spare me.

Feel free to request anything- my ask box is open!

Prompt: Arcane characters shotgunning with their S/O 

Characters: Silco and Sevika (Separately) 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ MNDI, Language, Smoking, Kissing, Gambling, Tobacco, Illicit Drug (not shimmer)

Silco:

“Staring is a bad habit little bird,” Silco’s monotone voice startled you out of a trance you had unknowingly fallen into. 

You can’t say you were surprised you were caught, your general curiosity often got the better of you. You’re known to stare off into space and wander, it’s a surprise Silco’s not got you on a leash yet.

Recently something about the way Silco looked while smoking was just mesmerizing to you. Maybe it was how peaceful he looked as he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and took a drag from his cigar. Or the deep guttural groan he’d sometimes let out as he exhaled clouds of smoke after a frustrating business meeting.

 Regardless of the reason, you quickly avert your gaze and mumble a quick apology, hoping he doesn’t say anything else. 

“What has enamored your attention now dove?” Even as he so rudely and blatantly did precisely what you wished he hadn’t, he had a cigar hanging from his lips. He didn’t have to look so good while making you feel so small.

Well, it couldn’t be avoided now. 

“Y-Your cigar,” You feebly confessed, swallowing every ounce of your pride in the process. “I was watching you smoke.” 

Finally, he looked up from his paperwork to you, intrigue spread across his face. A raised eyebrow was your only cue to elaborate. 

“I was wondering if I could maybe try?” 

 Now was as good as any other time you could ask, you supposed. 

“Hm?” He removed the cigar from his mouth and looked back and forth between you and it through half-closed eyes. 

“Come here,” He said firmly after pondering for a while. Your heart began to race immediately sending waves of warmth throughout your body and to your center. 

“I can’t let you smoke from this, no. It's far too big for such a delicate bird like you,”  he started, sitting you in his lap. A disappointed look quickly overcame your face. 

“I do have something else in mind, however,” he took a long draw from his cigar and took your face into his other hand. Your face was on fire, there was no way he couldn’t feel it. “Don’t fret.”

“Closer, dove,”  his voice was nearly a whisper. 

When your lips met he gently blew the smoke into your mouth. You swallowed every bit of it, to you it was as if he was giving you your last breath. 

His lips were warm on yours and the taste of mint invaded your tastebuds. The smoke sweetly burned your throat as you inhaled and the head rush made you feel light-headed in the best way possible. Oh how you wished there were a way to save this moment and relive it over and over again.

“How was that my dove?” He asked upon pulling away. 

“Good.” you exhaled, the remaining smoke leaving your lungs as you did. 

Not that he needed to ask, the way your body had succumbed to him told him what he needed to know.

Sevika: 

You spent most of your nights on Sevikas arm as she played cards. You’d sip on the fruitiest cocktail the Last Drop had to offer and your girlfriend would spend the night giving everyone a run for their money. 

And while that's always fun, your eyes and mind tend to wander after a while of drinking. The relationship between Sevika and you could hardly be described as healthy most nights. Sevika knew she couldn’t trust you enough not to get yourself into trouble, hence why you were always sitting in her lap or next to her with an arm draped around your waist or shoulder. Too many times you’d wander out of her sight and she’d find you with your ass pressed against some loser trying to “teach” you how to play pool. 

She had no interest in those toxic games tonight so you were sitting right next to her with your legs crossed over one of her spred legs. Frankly You had no intrest in games tonight either, but you couldn’t help feel a little playful after a few drinks so your eyes had begun wandering for entertainment. 

They found interest in the lit cigarillo hanging uncerimoniously from Sevika’s mouth. Whatever it was packed with burned a deep blue that had you stuck in a trance. Occasionally when she took too long pondering her cards ash would fall from the tip and onto your shoes, but you didn’t mind as your eyes would follow the movement using it as an opportunity to shamelessly look her up and down. It didn’t take Sevika too long to notice you staring almost hungrily in her peripheral.

“Whats caught your eye, kitten?” She asked. She didn’t look up from her cards but a rough hand found your thigh to let you know you had her attention. 

“Your cigarillo,” you sigh leaning into her. “Can I try?” 

Sevika hummed pondering your question she momentarily leaned over to lay a card down. When she leans back she gives your thigh a gentle squeeze almost teasingly before lifting her hand to remove the cigarillo from her mouth. 

“You wanna try?” She asks showing you the lit butt. You nod eagerly ready to take it, but before you can she put it back in her mouth. “Ah ah ah.” 

You pout.

“Poor kitten,” She mocked whilst taking a rather large drag. The cards in her other hand had disappeared, and when it came to cradle your face you nearly began purring. “Well c’mere then.” 

When your lips met you could immediately recognize the heat pooling deep within you and it only spread when she pushed smoke into you mouth. You swallowed every bit of smoke that she offered and immediately felt it rush to your head. It was so dizzying, you had to hold onto her to steady yourself. Somehow when she pulled away you managed to inhale through your nose and then quickly out mouth. 

“Good kitten,” She hummed “Is that what you wanted? Hmm?” 

You looked up at her though half closed eyelids, the effect of blue cigarillo hitting you immediately. With your body unfamiliar with the effects of the blue leaf you were feeling so overwhelmed and couldn’t do much beside fall into her chest when she offered it to you. No longer caring if you caught the attention of other bar-goers because you’re too comfortable, you allowed yourself to relax. 

“Mmhmm.” You sighed as her metal arm wrapped around you cementing you in you place for the night.

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[chickenparm]

reader returns to zaun after a reconnaissance mission of some sort (maybe to ionia to sus out support for zaun's independence?) & after putting up appearances for the chembarons in the meeting, silco locks the door & CAN'T HAVE THEM FAST ENOUGH

it's been a while since i busted out the old silco, but here he is. kinda musty, kinda dusty, kinda crusty........

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“...in conclusion, I can say with confidence that their support would be minimal at best, nonexistent at worst. As a whole, they want no part of this. Maybe an individual investor or two, enough to ease the strain, but nothing that would jeopardize their political position.”

A resounding sigh echoes each of the barons. No one had expected much, but there’s always going to be some glimmer of hope when it comes to independence. Not for the people, but for their plans to line their pockets further. 

Stubbornly, you avoid the gaze of the man at the head of the table. Meeting his eye would only be asking for trouble - your expedition to Ionia had gone on for far too long. But there were too many leads to follow, too many people to speak to, and a few weeks turned into a month turned into nearly five. Silco is not happy.

“Then we’ll consider this adjourned. I’ll have someone reach out to those who may be interested in providing assistance, to see what they’re bargaining for. Too large a piece would only shackle us to another master.”

Silco’s words are a clear dismissal. One by one, the figureheads begin to depart. Before you can follow suit, Silco calls your name. A few of the barons turn to look, and he clarifies, “I’m sure you gathered the names of the interested parties. We’ll discuss it now, since we’re both here.”

And that’s enough for them to lose interest. For the door to close behind the last chembaron and for you to stare at the ornate gilding while you count steps. Only when they are no longer discernible do you realize that Silco had been crossing the room with startling swiftness. As quick as you’ve ever seen him move, wasting no time now that you’re all along with him. 

Your breath leaves your lungs as you’re shoved against the door, the metal gilding digging into your cheek as he presses his chest to your back to pin you there. A hand glides up your side, then down to your hip to dig in with a harshness that speaks clearly of the months of separation.

Silco noses along your neck before speaking directly into your ear, lips barely brushing the shell and leaving you with goosebumps. “After we’re done, of course. We need to have a talk about how long-winded you can be with your reports. I’ve been aching for you.”

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