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[sexysapphicshopowner]

🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- You and Sevika are coworkers turned best friends at her mechanic shop. She's having a little trouble telling you...something. She uses her Secret Santa gift to you to tell you.

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: lesbians being lesbians, Sevika is Sevika but you make her feel things...she's not sure what to make of that, blossoming relationship, pining, christmas, santa, fluff, pet names, first kiss, mistletoe, suggestive talk (you gotta close your eyes though), no use of y/n, not proofread

🤎 A/N: I know I should be writing part 2 to 'Our Love' but this idea (and Sevika period) is giving me serious brain rot. Enjoy my probably ooc ass version of Sev. This sucks ass, butttt I'll make up for it with a better post later, I promise!!

🤎 Notes: most times, I will be explicitly writing a black reader. this is not one of those times. this is a fully ambiguous reader save for the gender- female. I'm a firm believer in the beauty of Sevika's scars so to keep them in this we'll say she's a surviving burn victim.

🤎 Word count: 2.7k

🤎 You were one of the first people to apply for work when Sev first opened her shop

🤎 It was basically run by the two of you the way you became quick friends

🤎 You had come in, already dressed in a worker's jumper, the top half off and wrapped around your waist with a black cami on

🤎 If it weren't for how you were dressed, she wouldn't have even realized you were here about the job posting because she was too busy focusing on how pretty she thought you were

🤎 You started the same day

🤎 It wasn't like you two didn't notice each other, but you both put into your heads that it would be unwise for you to let your attraction go anywhere due to you guys basically running a business together

🤎 So every time you caught yourself drooling over Sev as she worked under the hood of a car, muscles rippling, grease covering her in smudges here and there....whew boy, let's just say you take a lot of....water breaks

🤎 She's no better either

🤎 The way her eyes follow your curves every time you bend over to pick something up

🤎 She stares at your lips whenever the two of you are talking, be it inside or outside of work

🤎 Speaking of which, you guys hang out- a lot

🤎 Within the first month of you working for her, she had already invited you over for dinner- as a friend

🤎 Once you guys become besties, you're over her place more than your own

🤎 You two will talk about any and everything together

🤎 At some point you call yourself trying to ignore your raging crush on your best friend and get a girlfriend

🤎 It ends in you being cheated on serially

🤎 You go to cry at Sev's the night of the breakup

🤎 This is the first time....something happens between you two

🤎 You're both drunk of your asses, you moreso than her

🤎 She's watching you intently as you curse out your ex and ramble on about all the things she wasn't meeting the bare minimum with

🤎 It's not until you've been silent for a while, lips no longer moving, that Sevika looks back up to your eyes, the two of you now dangerously close to one another

🤎 "What's wrong? I was listening I swear," she starts to defend herself

🤎 Your pupils are blown, your eyes glassy and your face flushed- whether from the alcohol, your proximity to Sevika, or a combination of both, you were too inebriated to tell

🤎 You reached up, fingers just barely grazing her jaw as you spoke

🤎 "Your face is so....you're beautiful..." you slurred, fingers ghosting over the scars that were etched into the lower left side of her face, trailing down her neck and disappearing underneath the collar of her t-shirt.

🤎 Her ears burned red hot as she just let you talk

🤎 You continued to slur on, but she chalked it all up to you being drunk until you said some words that made her heart beat faster in her chest

🤎 "'M not....s'posed to....I think....I like you...." you whispered as you leaned against her chest

🤎 Had you been a little more sober, you would've noticed the way her heart started to beat out of her chest at your words.

🤎 Actually, had you been a little more sober...you wouldn't have said that, but shhhh....

🤎 You were out like a light afterward

🤎 It wasn't until that night that Sevika started to get worse with hiding her feelings for you

🤎 She was taking you on more...friend dates

🤎 Buying you flowers because she knew you liked them and "I know you don't have anyone to get them for you right now, so..."

🤎 If you have a hobby like reading or maybe art, she's buying you new sketchbooks and supplies or she's getting you the newest editions of your favorites- all signed because hello??? she's that type of bitch fr

🤎 She gets you guys matching bracelets for your birthday after 2 years of friendship- yes, it's been that long now

🤎 Then comes Christmastime

🤎 You talked her a long time ago into doing Secret Santa with the peeps at the shop

🤎 She doesn't really see the hype, not having much experience with Christmas and it's traditions given her rocky relationship with her father, but she does it (only for you though)

🤎 This is the second annual Secret Santa for the shop

🤎 Just your luck, you don't end up getting Sevika like you wanted

🤎 That's okay though because Sevika got you

🤎 And you know she got you because of how much she's suddenly stressing the secret part of Secret Santa

🤎 Last year, she told you who she had gotten immediately, the two of you picking out your gifts for your respective people together and everything

🤎 Not this year

🤎 This year she doesn't tell anyone, not you, not anybody in the shop- and you know it, you asked around about it

🤎 She racking her brain trying to decide what to get you

🤎 Doesn't help that you're starting to render her useless

🤎 You're catching her spacing out while staring at you more often

🤎 She gets this fuzzy feeling and this misty look in her eyes whenever you're around

🤎 You kinda have an idea that she likes you back, you play into it

🤎 6 months ago, you had started returning her actions- buying her little gifts, making her lunch everyday because she'd forgotten one so many times that now she 'doesn't even have to worry about it', you plan a few friend dates yourself, you cuddle up to her more often whenever you two have your annual movie nights every week

🤎 It's all making her think maybe you know, but...last she checked you kinda liked someone

🤎 You hadn't told her who, even though you knew it was her, but in her mind she was competing with whoever this mystery crush was

🤎 She just wants you to look at her the way she looks at you

🤎 Back to Secret Santa though

🤎 The Christmas party is fast approaching and you still have no clue what the hell you're gonna do to figure out what Sevika's gotten you since you know she's your Santa this year

🤎 You've tried begging, bribing, snooping, everything at this point

🤎 She's keeping her lips locked tighter than a chastity belt at this point

🤎 The party is being hosted at Sevika's penthouse this year

🤎 You aren't allowed to help set up

🤎 You are not happy about that fact

🤎 "Relax, sweets...can't have you snooping in the gifts while we put them under the tree. You might accidentally see whatever your Santa got for you," she teased, running her finger playfully down your cheek

🤎 It was a trick. Your gift is in fact not under the tree

🤎 You decide to play her at her own game

🤎 If she wants to flirt and do all of this stuff for you, you'll do a little something for her as well

🤎 Everybody knows Sevika's got a thing for your body

🤎 You two are best friends

🤎 Best friends.

🤎 You know...those best friends that share a bed like they're a married couple

🤎 The touchy ones that make people question if they're actually secretly in a relationship

🤎 She's never shy about grabbing or smacking your ass- I mean you aren't shy about doing the same to her so it's fair

🤎 The two of you will regularly poke each other’s breasts in passing 

🤎 Whenever she’s driving you to you guys’ “friend dates”, she has to hold your thigh- will 100% make up some lie that it’s for your safety (“How does you caressing my thigh make me safer, Sev?” “You’re asking too many questions here, sweets. Do you want me to move it?” “.....no.” “Then let’s ride.”) 

🤎 So, with all of that known, you decided to show off said body for the party tonight 

🤎 You wore a form fitting dress that was advertised as a sexy Mrs. Claus dress 

🤎 The soft fabric clung to your body like it was practically painted on, the cute little fur trimmings not helping cover the fact that the hem stopped right at your mid-thigh 

🤎 The spaghetti straps and plunging neckline were hidden underneath your dramatic (faux) fur coat 

🤎 You topped it all off with a Santa hat and your matching bracelet Sev had gotten you 

🤎 Needless to say she wanted nothing more than to see what you had on under that coat when you were the last to arrive to party- a detail you made sure you kept since she refused to let you come over to help with set up for the party 

🤎 Her jaw actually dropped when you finally did take your coat off 

🤎 You teasingly closed her mouth, smirking almost knowingly at her, “You’ll catch flies, hotshot.” 

🤎 She’s flustered all night 

🤎 Not only because you seem to be genuinely flirting with her, but because she knows what she has in store for you

Sevika was a bundle of nerves every time you looked up to catch her staring at you. You were drinking a glass of champagne, talking to...someone...she didn’t know, she was too busy looking at you to figure out which of her employees you were fraternizing with at the moment. 

The time to exchange gifts couldn’t come any sooner for her. 

She had been trying to work up the courage to just tell you that she’s in love with you for weeks now, and you with your games weren’t making it any easier. 

You’d take all her gifts with such a grateful smile, throwing your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, but then the very next day you were talking about your mystery crush again. 

You hadn’t said anything to the effect that you didn’t like all the advances she had been making, so she knew you at least felt...something for her...but she needed you to know exactly what she felt for you. 

You looked up to catch her looking at you again, throwing her a bright smile before you excused yourself from conversation with Danny and his girlfriend who’s name you forgot the second he’d introduced her, moving across the living room to go talk to her, “Hey you.” 

Boy if you could feel the way her heart was pumping and how sweaty her hands were the second you walked up. 

It took her a few moments- which you noticed- to find her voice, but she managed to smile back at you, “Hey yourself, Ms. Social butterfly. You’ve talked to everyone already.” 

You gave a soft shrug, “I mean, it’s not that hard to talk to them, I do work with them all, save for the people who brought their partners. Besides, I haven’t talked to you yet, hence why I’m over here.” 

“Hm, true, true....How come you didn’t bring your little secret crush? Not serious enough for that yet?” 

If only you know, huh? 

You gave a half-hearted shrug, “It’s...complicated.” 

“I see. W-” before she could continue, the alarm on her watch went off, signaling that it was time to exchange gifts. 

Seeing as she was hosting this year (you had hosted last year), she was in charge of pulling every gift from under the tree and giving them to whoever’s name was on them, that person then trying to guess who bought their gift. 

You didn’t get anything. 

There’s no way you couldn’t have been chosen. And no one else had gotten their gift from Sevika. 

With everyone else focused on their gifts, she pulled you aside into the kitchen, once again fdgety and nervous, “So...” 

“So?” 

“About your gift....before I....before I give it to you...I have to say a couple of things....” 

“Yeah?” 

She looked at you for a few moments, you could see her contemplating in her mind what she wanted to say. 

She had spent hours in her mirror rehearsing this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t remember a single word she had wanted to say to you. 

She blinked as your hand came up to cup her cheek, “Huh?” 

You gave a soft chuckle, stroking your thumb over her skin, “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting all weird with me all night. You’re nervous. Just tell me, babes, you know I’ll love whatever it is, especially if it’s from you.” 

That did not help her calm down. 

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back to you again, “Okay, so...I know that we’ve been really good friends for....a while now....but lately I’ve been thinking and....I....I like you...you’re nice...and you’ve managed to make 2 years feel more like 20...so...what I’m trying to say is that I....I’m-” 

Your lips pressing to her cheek in a fleeting kiss cut her off as she stared at you baffled, sputtering. 

You giggled again when she couldn’t come up with something to say, pointing above her head, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” 

She looked up to find herself standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe. Her cheeks flamed red as she looked away, pulling a small box out of the pocket of her slacks, “Here.” 

You eyed her for a few seconds before opening the box, gasping softly at the necklace inside. 

You knew that necklace anywhere. 

She told you about it the first time you slept over at her place. 

She had drawn up the design years ago, saying she was going to get it made when she fell in love with a girl. 

You were not emotionally prepared for more than a n ‘i like you’ tonight. 

Neither was your makeup when you started crying. 

She looked up worriedly, “You don’t like it....” she mumbled under her breath, sounding so unbelievably hurt. 

“No, Sev....I love it.....I love you.....” 

“You do?” 

You chuckled through your tears, “Yes, you idiot. Who’d you think my secret crush was? I thought you would’ve gotten it when I said ‘she brought me flowers yesterday’, but instead you brought me an even bigger bouquet the next day as if you weren’t the only person that had gotten me flowers.” 

She rolled her eyes, “Look, I just knew that I really, really liked you, and if I had to compete with someone else to show you how I felt, so be it.” 

“You’re cute.” 

“And you look like a drowned rat, stop crying sweets and let me put the damned thing on for you.” 

You rolled your eyes, turning around anyway as she took the dainty necklace to clasp it around your neck. You punched her in the shoulder, “That’s for saying I look like a drowned rat.” 

She took the jab in stride, pulling you closer to her as she lifted your chin with her other hand, “You’re the prettiest little drowned rat I’ve ever seen...” 

You bit your lip, looking away, “You’re gay.” 

“As are you, your point?” 

“My poi-” 

“Look at me when you talk, sweets.” 

She knew what the fuck she was doing. 

Even still, you brought your eyes back to hers, your voice soft as you whispered breathily, “I love you...” 

“I love you too....” 

“So....” 

“So?” 

“What now?” 

She looked back up to the mistletoe above her head, pulling you forward so that it was over you now, “I show you how to actually kiss under the mistletoe.” 

Kissing Sevika was instantly your new favorite thing. 

She tastes like bourbon and cigar smoke with a hint of cinnamon. 

Her hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against her, her lips were surprisingly really soft- you had yourself to thank for that for helping her “discover” lip balm- sucking you in and drawing all the air from your lungs. 

You had a giddy almost drunken smile as she smirked down at you, “I think that may be my new favorite tradition.” 

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Good Intentions Part Fourteen

Silco has a plan to keep the Undercity from getting suspicious about the two of you. The only problem is that he won't tell you what it is.

Rating: Mature, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 5,500

Warnings: Ongoing references to sex as a form of payment, conspiracy and performances, mention of outside threats, mentions of past oral sex, power play, unprotected piv sex, creampie, discussions of birth control methods, increasing intimacy.

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You stared at the letter Raka had deposited on your desk, feeling a little rattled. You recognized the handwriting on it. Silco almost never wrote messages to you. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. 

With some effort, you pulled your attention from the letter and glanced at Raka. Now that Sevika was back at The Last Drop, Raka was the Haven’s head security guard. He took his job very seriously, and you had no complaints. Not that they would have mattered overly much - Raka worked for Silco, not you. 

“Does this- uh… need a response?” was what you settled for eventually. 

Raka shook his head, putting you more at ease. If it wasn’t time-sensitive, the message couldn’t be anything too vital. There were still a few days left until your meeting with Silco, and you had been concerned that he needed to reschedule at the last minute. Given the tone of your last few meetings, you would have to agree if he wanted to change the time.

“Actually, he said not to bring a response at all,” Raka told you. “He doesn’t want to risk any other communication.”

You nodded at that even as you considered it. When you didn’t have any more questions for him, Raka gave you a half-smile and left, probably going to his office. Given that he had taken over Sevika’s place as the leader of the guards, you had cleared a room for him. He had to create the guard schedules, monitor potential threats… and you were stalling. 

You took a deep breath and broke the letter’s seal, letting the rich paper unfold. Silco’s handwriting continued inside the letter, but in a much smaller amount than you had expected. In fact, there was only one line: 

Be in your office at six tomorrow evening. Look surprised, not scared.

That was certainly mysterious. Silco’s desire to avoid public notice made sense. It was a good idea and it benefited you as well, but your mind was already turning over and over as you tried to think of what he could want with you. 

Could he really be emphasizing public subtlety if he was - apparently - planning a trip to the Haven? At six, the vast majority of Undercity residents were wide awake and eager to gather any information they could. Your only hope was that Silco really did have a plan. 

You spent most of the following day in your office. Oh, you made short trips out into the Haven itself to answer questions or take care of situations, but then you always returned. It would be easier to be in the office, you reasoned, if you could claim to have been working on administration all day. 

It wasn’t even a lie - you did work on administration tasks. There always seemed to be an insurmountable pile of paperwork that needed to be done. Grant requests, zoning and tax information, finding people willing to employ ex-Shimmer addicts… But if you were being honest with yourself, you spent the entire day with one eye on the clock. 

By five forty-five, you had taken to pacing nervously. Your office wasn’t that big, so you made the short circuit around your desk an average of eighteen times per minute. At that rate, you were half worried you would wear a track across the floor. 

At six, you forced yourself to sit down at your desk. When you had finally given up on doing administrative work, you had artfully scattered papers across your desk, along with some hastily written notes. If nothing else, it would give the impression that you had been hard at work all day. 

Who, exactly, were you hoping to trick or impress? That wasn’t a question you wanted to dig too far into. 

When you were settled and still in your chair, you noticed something strange about the noise outside. Specifically, that there was none. As you had predicted, the Lanes were fully awake and active. The cacophony of the crowds sometimes made it difficult for you to work… but somehow, you found it far more unnerving that you couldn’t hear anything at all. 

Before you could stand and peek out of the window, you heard a new sound in the hallway. Arunn’s familiar voice was easy to pick out, though it was tight with fear and anger. And getting louder. 

“You have no business here,” Arunn snarled. “Get out.”

You were on your feet and opening the door before you heard the response to that. 

“I have plenty of business here.”

The split second of warning you had before opening the door was not enough to take away the surprise of seeing Silco in the hallway outside of your office in the Haven. He had nearly reached your door. When you looked past Silco’s shoulder, you could see Sevika muscling Arunn back as he tried to follow the chem baron. Behind Arunn was a crowd of people - some from the Haven and some not. But all of them were gathered and watching as Silco cut through the space between you. 

Silco paid no attention to the scene behind him. With his gaze locked on your face, he said, “There are things we must discuss.”

“Silco,” you greeted simply. 

The man in question bowed his head, also greeting you with your name. “Our meeting has been delayed for far too long.”

You stepped back, ushering him into your office with a graceful motion. At least, you hoped it came off as graceful. You were confused and worried that your private deal would be apparent to every onlooker, so fluidity was not your major focus. Still, you managed to keep a neutral facial expression until Silco had entered the office.

Arunn looked concerned, almost desperate with it as he called your name. You gave a soothing gesture. “It will be fine, Arunn. I promise.”

And then you closed the door.

Silco was walking around your office, studying everything with an intensity far too strong for the situation. He paused long enough to give you a stern look. “Are you in the habit of making promises to your employees?”

“Arunn worries,” you told him. A toneless hum was Silco’s only reply. “But I’m starting to, as well. Silco, what the hell is going on?” 

“Language,” he reprimanded. “We are acting as professionals, are we not?” 

With a scowl, he closed the curtains over your window. Your office was on the second floor of the Haven, but you had no doubt that your neighbors were curious about Silco’s presence in the Haven. You only wished you had the foresight to close the curtains before he arrived. Though that would have ruined the illusion that this was unplanned…

“Was this always your plan?” you asked. 

“Of course,” he said, stroking the leaves of a plant that lived on your bookshelf. “You did an excellent job of looking surprised.”

“And not scared,” you finished. “I remember. But that doesn’t answer my question: what is going on?” 

“There have been too many questions lately,” Silco told you at last. “We are attracting attention. The Haven is specifically anti-Shimmer, and it makes me look weak to let it run unopposed. Previously, I could claim that your efforts were pointless and I simply found it amusing to allow you continue. But now that you have started having a true impact on the Undercity, I had to take action.”

You nodded slowly, trying to calm your pulse. It had suddenly picked up when you realized how terribly vulnerable you were at the moment - alone with Silco in your office, Sevika controlling the crowd outside, and Silco’s security forces set up to prevent anyone from helping you. 

“And what action do you intend to take?” 

The question had been as even and unconcerned as you could muster, but Silco still gave you a crooked grin. It was as if he could read your unspoken thoughts. He spread his hands in front of him. “This is it.” 

“A meeting?” You frowned at him. “I don’t see how that’s going to help. Silco, if we’re going to be attacked again, please tell me. I’ll need as much time as I can get to make sure everyone is out of here safely-”

“You will not be attacked,” Silco told you, jaw twitching. “Allow me to explain: I came for a public meeting. I specifically chose a time when enough of my people and yours are around. They will spread the word that we met. When I leave, I will tell my people that we’ve come to an agreement. Meanwhile, your continued presence here will tell everyone else that you’ve won. We both benefit.”

“I’m not sure whether I see that as a victory.”

Silco shook his head, apparently despairing over your lack of strategy. “You gain acclaim and legitimacy. I retain my place as the uncontested leader of the city. Neither of us will be challenged because of our relationship - which, as far as the public is concerned, is both minimal and antagonistic. Does that clarify things?”

“Yes, it clarifies plenty.” Surely taking such an impatient tone with Silco was courting death, but you were truly irritated. “It is clear that you’ve opened me up to even closer scrutiny from the Undercity than I had before. What if someone finds out about the money that’s changed hands?”

“I’ve already scheduled a meeting with my numerical diversionists.” That was clearly meant to mollify you, but your blank stare must have told Silco that you needed more of an explanation than that. “The financial team responsible for… Well, to use a crass phrase, the ones responsible for ‘cooking my books’.”

Ah. You felt some of the tension drain from you. Not so much from the slang or Silco’s intended meeting. No, the mention of a specific team of people who worked to muddy Silco’s finances was the best source of relief. If they were good at their job, no one would know that you had accepted money from him. If they weren’t, far bigger skeletons would come tumbling from Silco’s closet than lived in yours. Most likely, everyone would be too distracted by his numerous violent crimes to take notice of a relatively small sum that had disappeared without any bloodshed. 

With that realization and the relaxation it brought, you sat down behind your desk. Silco watched you with a slight smile before taking one of the seats across from you. 

“How long is this ‘meeting’ supposed to take?” you asked. 

Silco gave a graceful shrug. “However long you like, though I would suggest at least another half-hour. If I leave earlier than that, the general assumption will be that I won and the public’s suspicions toward you will increase.” 

“So at least another half-hour, if not longer,” you summarized, glancing up at the ceiling as you thought. Silco’s presence in your office was strange, and the feeling of cultures clashing made it difficult to concentrate when you were looking at him. “How should we spend the rest of our time together?” 

It sounded flirty, you could admit that much to yourself. Silco seemed to think the same thing, judging by the way he leaned forward in his chair. 

“Allow me to tell you about one of my favorite memories,” he said. 

You blinked. It wasn’t what you had expected, but perhaps he had something he really did want to tell you. “Uh… Okay. Sure. What is the memory?”

“Once, I was meant to meet with an odious chem baron,” Silco told you. “I couldn’t bear his presence, but I could not afford to dispose of him. Not then. So I scheduled myself a distraction. A lovely distraction, hidden beneath my desk. It was enough to keep me feeling rather more patient than I otherwise would have been and the chem baron left with all of his bones intact.”

You fought to keep your face stern and unsmiling. “Are you requesting that I climb under my own desk so we can recreate your memory?” 

“Not at all.” Those mismatched eyes gleamed at you. “I was going to suggest that I return the favor. Though I’m not certain my knees will support any under-desk adventures. But if you’ll lend me your seat and allow me to move some papers…”

“I’ve never seen you ask permission.” You weren’t sure why you were needling him, but you had already said it, so you held eye contact. 

“This isn’t my office.”

“Fair point,” you conceded, relieved that Silco didn’t seem offended by your questioning. “Though if you’re really asking my opinion, I have a different idea in mind.”

Silco tilted his head at you. “By all means.”

“I think you should stay right where you are.” If Silco disagreed with you giving him an order, he didn’t say anything. Of course, the fact that you had started removing your pants probably served as a solid distraction. 

When you were bare from the waist down, you walked around your desk… though you took a moment to double-check that the blinds were closed as tightly as possible. By the time you were standing just in front of Silco’s knees, he had unfastened the buttons that held his trousers together. You pulled him to a standing position, letting the cloth fall around him before gesturing for him to sit once more. 

“Are you certain?” Silco asked, still standing. “It seems poor manners to sit nude on office furniture that one does not own.”

You arched a brow. “Does that mean you want me to apologize for all of the times I’ve knelt, sat, or lay down on your office furniture?”

“Not in the slightest,” he assured, eyes darkening. “Those instances make up several other treasured memories for me.”

“Then please,” you said, gesturing again for him to sit. 

He did, smirking slightly. “I must admit, I enjoy the elevated confidence of being in your own office.”

“I’m enjoying it, too,” you admitted. And then you proved it by straddling his thighs and doing your best to leave a bruise on his shoulder.

Silco hissed at the sensation, a sentiment you fully agreed with as his fingers drifted between your legs. They slid easily over and into you, and you gave a moan low in your throat. “I didn’t realize you enjoyed it this much.”

You broke the contact between your lips and his skin. The smile you offered could have been bashful, but it felt lazy and more than a little proud. “You’ve made a point of controlling every encounter we’ve had. I think I’m having fun experimenting with my own power this time.”

“So long as you don’t let it go to your head…” Silco trailed, watching you intently even as his fingers teased the collection of nerves at the top of your slit. “Then you may issue one order for this session.”

That was interesting enough to make you lean back from him, trying to give yourself space to ponder the offer. Silco’s hand stayed busy between your thighs, robbing your ability to think critically. Still, you had an idea, even if it sounded like the worst thing in the world to you at that particular moment. 

“I want you to keep your hands on the seat,” you decided, leaning forward to murmur the order in the space beside his ear. 

Silco went still beneath you, pausing for long enough to make you nervous. Just as you were starting to wonder if you had overplayed the bit of power you had been allotted, Silco’s fingers withdrew from you. They moved further and further down until they were holding the edge of the seat, his fingertips wrapped around and brushing the underside. His knuckles went pale with the pressure of his grip. 

You rewarded his acceptance of your order by brushing your fingertips over him. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but he was getting there quickly. He sucked in a nearly inaudible breath as your touch skimmed over him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

Silco nodded, throat bobbing as he swallowed harshly. “You could always thank me with actions rather than words, pet.”

“I could,” you agreed, sounding as though you were considering it. When you could see Silco’s expression moving from interest to irritation, you bobbed slightly. It wasn’t enough to provide any real pressure, but the slide of your lower lips over him sent shudders through both of you. 

Silco’s hips rose toward you, but you slid back and out of reach. He eyed you, exasperation on his face. “Remember, you will not be in charge forever, my little philanthropist. I would advise you not to do anything that would require a response on my part.” 

It seemed like good advice, even if Silco didn’t seem overly threatening. Not because of the situation, of course, but because he wasn’t trying to be. Still, you placed the tip of him against the heart of you and sank down. 

Regardless of any impatience he was feeling, you couldn’t help but think you should tease Silco every time. This was the first time you could remember seeing him as overwhelmed as you were by that first stroke. 

Despite your own focus, turning sharply toward the feelings, you watched Silco with no small amount of pride. His eyes widened, face growing slack as he took in the feeling of your walls clutching hungrily at him. You had to agree, especially when you ground against him. Not only did it push him a fraction deeper, but the pressure against your clit sent a ripple through every muscle in your body. The noise Silco made was almost as desperate as the one that left you. 

You barely noticed when he tried to move, though you noticed the play of muscles in his torso as he started to lift his arms and stopped himself. His hands went back to the seat unprompted and you rewarded him by starting to move. 

It was a significantly awkward position. Unlike when you had used this position in the past, there were no couch cushions or armrests to brace your knees against. With Silco in the chair and you sitting in his lap, your feet barely brushed the floor. You had some ability to move, but it was limited and strained your thighs to the limit. 

That being said, the effort was utterly worthwhile. 

You lifted up on the balls of your feet, extending your legs as far as you could manage to push yourself off of him, then lowered down again. The feeling of Silco’s length sliding through the tight grasp of your body left you feeling distinctly breathless. For his part of things, Silco was struggling so hard that he seemed on the verge of developing a twitch. 

The office was quiet, disturbed only by the sound of sex and the occasional noise from you or Silco. At last, you lost your footing and fell onto Silco’s lap. The sudden drive of him into you pushed a loud moan out. You clapped a hand over your mouth, staring at Silco with no small amount of horror. 

“Don’t worry, pet,” he urged, nodding for you to drop your hand. “I told Sevika to keep everyone on the first floor - especially Arunn. No one will overhear any noises we make. With the possible exception of a scream.”

“Try to restrain yourself, then,” you teased. 

Silco grinned. “I wouldn’t be able to make any promises, but someone decided that I cannot use my hands. With them, one or both of us would be loud enough to be overheard.”

“I guess it was a good decision after all.” 

You started moving once more, though it took a little time to work up to your previous rhythm. The patch of hair at Silco’s base started wreaking havoc on your system and you could feel your orgasm building like a far-off storm. 

Rather than run from it or try to prolong the session, you chased it eagerly. Your hands had been on Silco’s shoulders to help your balance, but you used them to hold him still as you brought your torso toward him. On every stroke, your pebbled nipples brushed over his chest, tightening still further against the onslaught of friction. It was perfect… or so you had thought. 

On the rise of one particularly ambitious thrust, your breasts lifted to a height at which Silco could comfortably reach them with his lips. He wrapped them around one peak, sucking the tender flesh with exactly the pressure that made you weak. You paused there, thighs trembling, as the sensations rushed through you. Your channel tightened and pulsed until you thought Silco had pushed you into an orgasm with only his lips.

But then he released your nipple with a pop, burying his face between your breasts. He pressed a kiss against the cleft at their very base, then managed to give a stinging bite to your skin. You hissed at that, but another shudder ran through you. When Silco pulled back, he was grinning. 

“That’s cheating,” you told him. You were clearly breathless, but thought you sounded reasonably stern other than that. 

“You said to keep my hands on the seat,” Silco countered. From the little wiggle in his shoulders, he was fluttering his fingers to prove that they were where you had told him to keep them. “There were no rules about what I can and cannot do with my mouth.” 

“Very clever loophole,” you admitted. “I hope you’re ready for the consequences.”

A questioning look entered Silco’s expression at that warning. Before he could ask anything, you started working faster than ever. No sooner had Silco’s length - slick and doubtlessly shining with your body’s wetness by that point - been pulled from you before you were forcing him back into you. The soft background noises of your bodies joining together turned to a cacophony, occasionally studded with a moan, groan, or cry from you or Silco. 

The rising storm of your orgasm had turned to a maelstrom inside of you, roaring in your ears and fading your vision. You couldn’t hold it off much longer. “Close.”

The single panted word made perfect sense to Silco. He nodded, brow furrowed. “Hold off for a little longer and I think yours will send mine over the edge.”

“I’ll do what I can,” you agreed. Your hips rose and fell as quickly as they had been, though the ever-tightening muscles of your channel slowed things down every time Silco pushed inside of you. 

One of your hands stayed on Silco’s shoulder while the other rubbed the muscles of his pec, thumb teasing against the flatness of his nipple. For a moment, you thought about leaning in to give the same treatment to him that he had done to you so recently, but you were worried about putting any additional pressure on your body. You were so close that anything could push you over the edge. 

As your hips worked their way down, Silco’s rose to meet you. The thudding collision of your bodies was like a percussive shock wave, so jarring that you were lifting for another stroke before you could fully process the first one. 

He repeated the action, forcing his way inside of you so suddenly and so deeply that there was no fighting your pleasure. 

The orgasmic tightening of your muscles extended to your limbs, arms locking around him even as your legs pulled back to wrap around the legs of the chair - and, by extension, Silco’s legs. Your hips pushed forward, burying him even deeper inside of you as your channel did its best to milk everything from him. 

Silco lasted only seconds. He gave a choked cry, hips stuttering forward in waves that matched the waves of heat he was releasing inside of you. 

The push-pull of Silco’s orgasming length inside of you drew out your pleasure, stretching it until the spasming of your muscles was almost painful. Your jaw was clenched, teeth bared as you tried to take in enough air. Fortunately, your forehead was slumped to Silco’s chest, so he couldn’t see the expression. But you could feel the quick beat of his heart and you knew that he was just as overwhelmed as you were. 

Finally, Silco’s willpower failed and he let his hands settle on your hips. With his grip holding you in place, the pleasure ebbed and you both went boneless in the aftermath. Other than the occasional twitch or spasm, you lay still against each other. 

Silco’s fingers started to move after a few minutes of recovery. They stroked up and down your back, gently kneading the muscles on either side of your spine. You let your head roll off to one side so you could peek up at him with a smile. “That feels nice. I might need you to do that to my thighs or I’m never gonna be able to climb down from here.”

“That is probably the least menacing threat I’ve ever received,” Silco told you. When you gave him a dry look, he conceded anyway, moving those magical fingers to your legs. 

“I’m sorry,” Silco told you. 

The office had been comfortably quiet for some time before the apology, and you furrowed your brows. “For what, exactly?” 

“I don’t- I have been trying not to come inside of you.” This was probably the least comfortable you had seen Silco since you had met him, but the concern on his face kept you from being amused. “It seems… inappropriate, especially since I haven’t asked your opinion about it. So I am sorry.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” you pointed out. “I was in charge of positioning and I asked you to keep your hands on the seat. Besides, I have an implant to make sure there are no unwelcome developments.”

Silco arched a brow at you. “And here I thought you were against body modification.”

You shrugged. “If it’s scientifically tested and medically approved, it makes sense to take advantage of technology.”

“I see,” Silco said graciously, his long fingers trailing down to include your strained calf muscles in the massage. “How long have you been taking that particular precaution?”

“Since before I came to the Undercity.” You were too tired to laugh, but you chuckled at Silco’s clear surprise. “I knew what I was getting into here. I knew there were risks of violence, sexual and otherwise. It seemed better to overprepare than be caught by surprise.”

“And have there been any particular causes for concern?” 

“Present company excluded?” you asked, grinning at him. Silco seemed unamused, so you shook your head. “No, thankfully. I’ve been lucky with avoiding violence - sexual violence, at least.”

Silco made a low sound, one that closely resembled a growl. That was the moment in which you realized that he was still inside of you, though his body was rapidly softening. Silco - unaware of that particular thought - dug his fingers deeper into the heavy muscles of your thighs, but you didn’t mind it. They were sore enough that a harsh massage was helping rather than hurting. 

Still, it seemed best to distract him before he felt the need to take revenge for imagined crimes. “If I tell you something a little bad, will you think less of me?” 

For a split second, Silco’s hands paused on you. But he picked up again with only a minimal interruption. “I would never think less of you, my little philanthropist.”

You nodded, taking a quick breath. “I’m really enjoying this.”

The pause was longer that time. With his gaze purposefully aimed downward, Silco asked, “To which ‘this’ are you referring, precisely?”

“You know,” you told him, gesturing around the room. “This. Hiding from everyone. Tricking them. Acting like we hate each other and that there’s a good chance this will end in violence. All to convince them that we’re operating in a delicate truce.”

“And none of that is true?” Silco asked, voice softer than usual. 

“Some of it is,” you admitted. “But we have our deal and our businesses are enmeshed. More on my side than yours, true, but our truce isn’t left up to chance. It’s all planned out. We’re doing all of this on purpose and they’ll never know it. I don’t know why, but I just think it’s… well, exciting.”

Silco didn’t say anything to that. When you looked up at him once more, you found him staring over your head, apparently lost in thought. 

You shifted uncomfortably in Silco’s lap. Your thigh muscles were still aching, but other muscles in your body were starting to clamor to move. The fluids that had managed to escape you were starting to dry and itch. And now that your urges had been slaked, you were feeling rather exposed, even in the privacy of your own office. 

The small movement pulled Silco's attention back to you. Even as his hands started massaging again, he arched his brows at you. "How are your legs feeling, pet?" 

"I wouldn't say they're steady, but I think they'll hold me." You immediately put that theory to the test and slid backward. You and Silco let out a matching hiss as he finally pulled out of you. 

But once you were standing, you felt fairly normal… other than the mess threatening to drip down your thighs. You rushed to dress once more, mentally congratulating yourself for wearing dark pants. As soon as Silco left, you could go to your room and clean up. Until then, the appearance of being unruffled would have to suffice. 

By the time you had sorted yourself out, Silco was smoothing down his tie and rebuttoning his vest. In short order, he had reset himself into the same unruffled state you were striving for. 

“I believe enough time has passed that the masses will think there is no clear victor,” Silco told you, passing a hand over his hair. “Besides, Sevika will have started letting people past her. We will likely have an audience when I leave.”

You nodded, following along as he started toward the door of your office. “I’ll trust your expertise on this. Are there any certain things we need to do or say as you leave the Haven?” 

“What would you have me do?” Silco asked, arching a brow. “Swear everlasting enmity as you chase me from the premises?”

“You have to admit, that would get people talking.” 

Silco smirked down at you. “Most likely, but that may be too overt for our purposes. This is a far subtler message, but that is the point. The vagaries of thinly-masked dislike allow people to speculate as they will without the need for either of us to confirm any suspicions.”

“Thinly-masked dislike?” you asked, grinning despite yourself. Maybe it was something to do with the smell of your combined efforts mixing with Silco’s cologne. It was an intoxicating scent in trace amounts and it currently felt as if you were drowning in it. 

“As far as they know, yes. But the two of us know better.”

“More secrets,” you said, fighting a wince at how excited you sounded about that. It wouldn’t trick Silco, though, especially when you were standing so close. You had started for the doorknob before Silco had decided to start a conversation. 

“Your new favorite,” Silco agreed. His smile was actually a smile, not a grin or a smirk. You found that it looked good on him. “A secret, clearly.”

You nodded, taking a moment to soak in the relaxed, casual feeling in the room. A lack of tension between you and Silco was certainly rare enough to merit a little revelry. 

Which made it all the more shocking when Silco ducked and pressed his lips to yours. 

It would have been a simple kiss, maybe even chaste, but you gasped in surprise, and the kiss rapidly deepened. Silco’s lips parted as they chased yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth a moment later. After a brief but thorough exploration of each other - surprise didn’t keep you from actively participating - Silco pulled back. His hand was warm on yours, twisting the doorknob and pulling the door open before you could say anything more. 

True to Silco’s predictions, there was a small crowd gathered at the end of the hallway. With wide eyes and low muttering, they watched you and Silco, trying to take in every scrap of information they could glean from your interaction. 

With any luck, your expression looked blank, with a touch of sternness. It was one you had perfected in the Undercity. Maybe it would even look like you hated Silco and were only just managing to keep civil. 

In the strange quiet, you tried to convince yourself that your racing heart was due to the excitement of a successfully misleading meeting and not because you finally knew what Silco’s lips tasted like.

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Author's Note - finally, a real kiss between the two!

The good news is that I have most of the remaining story mapped out. The bad news is that it's at least ten more chapters. Let's get this done!

Thank you for reading! I don't offer a taglist for explicit works, but you can find other works on my masterlist.

#good intentions #good intentions fic #arcane netflix #arcane 2021 #arcane silco #reader insert #silco #silco x reader #silco x you #silco x reader fic #not suitable for minors #spicy #lemon #original characters #minors dni

[airasora]

Arcane ep 3 thoughts (spoilers)

Finally decided to actually watch Arcane and for now, after finishing episode 3, I have one tiny thing to say...

Vi. Girly pop. If we're gonna play the blame game... look in the mirror.

You're the one who started this.

You're the one who took your siblings on that mission, which led to the Topsiders looking for you all, which led you to try and turn yourself in, which led to your adoptive dad to try and turn himself in in your place, which led to YOU taking your siblings to save him - excluding Powder who followed you herself - which put you all in that dangerous situation where Powder made the entire place go boom.

Yes, Powder - your 11 year old sister - caused the explosion, but YOU placed yourself in this position. You're not innocent in this.

Vi, I love you. I appreciate how much love and forgiveness it must have taken to only leave Powder behind for a minute and then already trying to get back to her, BUT... if I don't see you at least THINKING to yourself that you were ALSO to blame for how all that shit even started... At 11 years old, Powder's brain hasn't fully developed consequential thinking yet. YOUR 15-year-old brain has.

I assume this will be dealt with, but I swear to the gods I don't believe in; if Vi takes zero accountability for her own bad choices, Imma be mad! xD

#arcane #i have no idea if this is an unpopular take or not #i'm not in the fandom #i have been spoiled of minor stuff but not a lot so please don't spoil it for me #i am very invested #and good on vi for being emotionally mature enough to almost IMMEDIATELY trying to get back to powder #i'm shitting a tiny bit on her but she's an amazing character

[brunnetessimp]

me watching arcane for the first time thinking what accurate work was done with the sound, animation and colours

me rewatching arcane and finding incredibly talented the work that has been done

#arcane lol #arcane #sevika is crush #ekko is crush #Viktor is crush #my crushes are mostly minor characters but that's definitely not my fault #they're are gorgeous

[itsme-tori]

Just going to post some Huck screenshots <3

#huck #huck my beloved #arcane #he's so expressive :0 #love how minor characters have so much to say in just their movements #he also moves really fast lmao it was a bit hard to get some of these #it's so sad to see how he turned out after the timeskip #from a man who isn't rich but still living somewhat comfortable #to well...that #addiction is a disease #kuro-tori

[kaikamahine]

Little Left Behind by kaikamahine Arcane (League of Legends,) Ren, Jinx, gen, 14k words, 2nd person POV

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Your name is Ren. You are eight years old. You have no mother, and no father, but you have a monster who lives in the pipes over your bed. Her name is Jinx.

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Or, as I like to call it, the “See a Small Fatherless Child, Ask ‘Is Anyone Going to Adopt That’, Don’t Wait for an Answer” family tradition.

#arcane #jinx arcane #ren arcane #arcane genfic #fic:mine #ngl fam the first time i saw ren i said 'oop that's a tie-in character' #bc why would you waste hair like that and pronouns on someone who isn't [mickey mouse voice] going to be important to the plot later #turns out she's not?? she doesn't even have her own page on the wiki??? travesty #it's not her fault her dad the sheriff is literally the only heterosexual on a show full of angry queers hitting things #anyway taking minor characters with less than 3 minutes of screen time and fleshing them into 14k is what I do best‚ so enjoy!

[artisticdreamscape]

~ 𝓑𝓪𝓭 𝓔𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~

 Ive had this in my head for eternity... im so glad to be done with it finally

#jayvik #arcane #League of Legends #Viktor arcane #jayce talis #viktor league #fanart #digital art #my art #minor blood #character death #just incase #this took me forever this is why i have been absent i promise ill post more small doodles now

[waywardsalt]

damien and linebeck have the minor dynamic of damien being a guy who’s pretty well built and has a healthy bit of fat on him and linebeck having the prestigious title of ‘boniest man on the great sea’

#salty talks #damibeck #damien fletcher #linebeck #sure! i need to stop worrying abt putting my oc x canon and other post ph atuff in main tags #anyways. its a fun dynamic in the sense that linebeck generally isnt tooooo interested in sex and doesnt typically get a lot out of it #at least not really touchy feely ‘normal’ sex while damien has more of a sex drive and gets more enjoyment out of it. he likes the bones #but he also has the occasional thought of man it feels like im fucking a redead. anyways. this is important for post ph #cuz like. hes bony partically bc hes iust like thst but primarily bc hes underweight n has food problems. so thats smth they work on w him #so damien’s perspective as smth who enjoys being physical abt linebeck and pays attention to the shape and feeling of his body #is an intimate metric of. through damien holding him by the end of post ph its known that hes at a little bit of a healthier weight #linebeck likes being skinny and generally will stay in that area through how he lives and his preferences genetics and stuff #its just like. hey man. you are skin and bones rn. goal is. healthy weight. and damien holding him is the periodic measurement. yeah? #this is partially why i typically hc him as bein gaunt to the point of emaciated i can have this development n its tied to my hc backstory #the other reason is bc bony guys make me feel like a rabid dog #when my mom and i rewatched arcane a few months back she asked why viktor is my favorite character #and i had to take a minute and come up with an answer that wasnt i feel feral when i can see a man’s ribcage #but anyways under the overarching plot and minor arcs post ph is very much recovery as its personal plot #its a bit inspired by berserk in that way (not explaining itd take a whole but iykyk) so its. linebecks condition is important #his is the most important bc he needs the most work done and hes the most in need of the support group the crew makes up #yeah. anyways linebeck is bony as fuck and damien kinda has a thing for it tho linebecks tailbone is a fucking DAGGER so thats smth for him #slightly similar is body hair comparison- damien doesnt have much the T let him down hes got a lil but not much in post ph #while linebeck is generally pretty hairy and damien also likes that. he sleeps with him like mmmm chest hair and then Bones. im losing it

[threewaysdivided]

G.R.R. Martin once planned to have a time skip in between each chapter of the books, but discarded it because it would require large amounts of flashbacks and expositions to get the audience up to speed. Boy, it sure is great that YJ only had one season so we didn't have to worry about each sequential season having to allocate precious episode time to explain what happen in the gaps while also developing new characters and plot lines /s

Sadly I cannot speak to or for Mister George Raymond Richard Martin's storytelling as I managed to miss the boat on both ASOIAF as a book series and Game of Thrones as a TV phenomenon. However, it certainly seems like he made the right decision there. Smart man.

As for the Young Justice Animated series... I can only agree. While I would have loved to see a continuation of the mystery, and think there was a lot of potential in the original cast of heroes and interesting things they could have done with The Light, I'm glad that DC made the call to cancel the show and move on to new projects when it became clear that the tone and themes didn't fit with their brand-pivot to New 52 edginess, rather than trying to forcibly crush the series into an incompatible mold for use as a marketing vessel.

Plus, the more complaints I've heard from other franchises about what happens when you leave Greg Weisman creatively unsupervised, the more likely it is that we would have just been in for a bad-fanfic barrage of random new characters, arbitrary time-skips, jumbled perspective-hopping, attempted twitter-retcons and general throwing-ideas-at-a-wall that he seems to use in place of actually learning basic narrative techniques like developing a story arc, maintaining character consistency or creating proper causal links between concepts, all seasoned with a heaping helping of Joss-Whedon-inspired performative virtue-signalling, creepy rape-y garbage and fetishistic sexism. Bullet dodged, methinks. Our city now.

There are fine things that are more brilliant when they are unfinished than when finished too much. - François de La Rochefoucauld

Here's to a rare and pleasant display of creative honesty.

[Goof-posting because there's really not a lot about YJ's problems that I haven't already dissected at length. If you want a serious technical look at the scope and structure problems the timeskips cause then I've gone into it here. You can also try here for a deeper dive into how the timeskips are actually just a symptom of a bigger problem of narratively directionless story-contradictions being hastily papered over by a largely-untalented privilege-poisoned embodiment of George Lucas Syndrome and a largely-inexperienced adaptation producer who didn't have the original-storytelling chops to compensate for his co-runner's bullshit once the actually talented original production/ directorial team left the picture. C'est la capitalisme, I guess.]

#young justice #young justice (animated) #there is only one season in Ba Sing Se #I'm not actually opposed to timeskips on principle #it's down to execution #much like with plot twists #I think they have their uses #Netflix's Arcane is a great example of using skips really well - genuinely I can't think of a better way to achieve the goal they wanted #but like twists - if the un-skipped story/non-twist version is more interesting and/or sensical than the version with it then it's a proble #I couldn't pick The Dragon Prince back up after the pre-Season 4 timeskip because the things I was most interested in got skipped over #as you probably can tell: I do not like that Weisman man #if he tries to make ONE MORE CLAIM about his hackneyed rubbish being 'about minorities' I will go absolutely mad right here on this blog #and if he EVER writes another strong-female-character-to-trad-wife fetish-arc again... #I think we should release him into the woods and let a bunch of queer women hunt him for sport #won't somebody please stop this man? #anonymous #3WD Answers

[ourautumn86]

Shane spiting in your mouth sound kinda…. ya know hahahaha 😜😜🙏🙏🙏

swallow

shane mccutcheon x fem reader!

cw; +18 content, minors dni!, oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), spitting, cum play, cum swallowing, making out…

she’s nasty with it. eating you out with so much precision it’s making you shiver in pleasure, whining and pulling at her messy brunette hair as your hips thrust against her tongue, plunging inside of you to scoop out your sweet release.

“fuck, shane.” you breathily moaned, hearing her hum against your clit, making you cry out at the feeling of the vibrations.

she sucked harder on your nub, your back arching when her middle finger pushed inside your tight warm walls, curling and thrusting right against your g spot. you let out a gasp, and she chuckled.

“oh, yeah? right there, huh?” she curled it again, and you whimpered.

you hummed and she cooed, pushing her ring finger inside with her middle, stretching you out and curling them as she went back to lapping at your folds and sucking at your clit.

“gonna cum.” you cried out, pulling at her hair, and she went faster, harder, just how you needed it to have you falling apart with a scream. she looked up at you with her green beautiful eyes to take in the moment in which you soaked her fingers, creaming for her with a slack jaw and furrowed eyebrows. she worked you through it, making sure to milk out of you the last drop of your cum before pulling her finger out and cleaning you up with her tongue. you trembled in overstimulation, watery dazed eyes staring at her when she climbed on top of you, sucking on her fingers to collect your sweet slick inside her mouth.

she tapped your chin, pulling down on your bottom lip for you to open your mouth for her, which you did, moaning when you felt her spit inside of it, when you tasted your own cum from her mouth. she then leaned down and pushed her tongue inside, kissing you with a hunger that left your thighs shaking and your pussy throbbing in a renewed need.

“tastes good, hm?” she whispered against your lips, and you nodded. “swallow for me, baby.” she ordered, and you followed, making her hum. “good girl.”

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a/n; i will stop writing from tlou to join the boycott! to keep the blog going i will focus on other characters like shane from the l world, or vi from arcane (i think???) anyways. hope you enjoy this. also remember to keep talking about palestine and gaza!!!🩵

#shane mccutcheon x reader #shane x reader #shane mccutcheon smut #shane mccutcheon imagine #shane smut #shane l word #l word shane #shane mccutcheon #the l word x reader #the l word imagine #the l word smut #the l word fan fiction #the l word

[reysdriver]

Roleplay | E.M.

Day 1 of Kinktober: Roleplay — eddie x fem!reader smut

warnings: 18+, Minors DNI - roleplay, piv sex, unprotected sex, blowjob, fingering, edging sort of, creampie, light begging

words: 1.2k

Eddie rapped twice against your bedroom door to get your attention while you put on the finishing touches on your costume. “Are you alright, sweetheart? Let me know when I can come in, okay?”

You exhaled lightly and spoke up so your boyfriend could hear you from the hall. “I’m ready, Eds.”

He opened the door slowly, and you bet it was because he wanted to build his own anticipation for the moment he saw you. And when he did get a look at you, he was stunned. His eyes moved from the way you braided the front two locks of your hair, to the way you did delicate, sparkly makeup, and to the long chiffon dress you wore that let him get a faint view of your lingerie underneath. 

When he had gotten home that night, you had told him you had a surprise for him—and you had implied it was sexual—but he never would have expected this. 

Even though you were sure he would be into it, his silence could have been an indicator for anything. “Eddie? Do you like it?”

“You’re— You’re her.” He responded.

You knew exactly what he meant. You had attempted to dress up as the fairy princess in Eddie’s new Dungeons and Dragons campaign—the character he based off of you—and you were so glad he recognized it. 

“Yeah.” You whispered, then repeated your previous question. “Do you like it?”

“I fucking love it.”

Eddie’s lust-ridden voice sent a chill up your spine and brought back your confidence.

“Yeah? Well, I was hoping you could be your character and I could reward you for saving me from the Arcane Brotherhood, would you like that?” 

“Baby, that’s some shit out of my fucking fantasies.”

“Good. You can just lay back and I’ll give you whatever you want.” 

“I don’t get a costume or anything like yours?” He asked, settling down on the bed. 

You got on the bed and started straddling him. “Well, the goal is kind of to have us both be naked soon, so…” You shrugged, then leaned down to kiss him. 

He kissed you back, then pulled away for a breath. Well, you thought it would be to take a breath. Instead, he kept talking. “I’m kind of digging the whole outfit though…”

You sighed exasperatedly. “Oh my god, Eddie. Do you want your reward for saving the fairy princess or not?”

He pulled you back down so you could kiss again. “Yes, absolutely. I’ll shut up now.”

You two were making out heavily, but you moved down to kiss Eddie’s jaw, his neck, his collarbone, and everywhere in between. Eddie tends to have wandering hands when you make out, but this time you had to stop him before they went too far down on you. 

When he looked at you with a slightly confused face, you had to explain to him why you did it. “This is an expression of my gratitude for coming to my rescue. I’m sure the High Forest will be so relieved to have their princess back. I want to do something to show how grateful I am.”

He looked like he finally got it. “So I should just lay back like a paladin weary from a tiresome journey to rescue the princess?”

“Exactly.” You said with a smirk. 

Then you scooted back a foot or so, just to sit beside Eddie’s legs so you could start undoing his belt and pulling down his pants enough to free his dick. 

You looked up at him and batted your eyelashes while stroking his hardening member, trying to put on an innocent yet sexy face. “Is this okay, handsome paladin?”

He was already breathing heavily, but trying to calm himself. “It’s great, princess.”

“Tell me if anything is less than perfect, okay? I want this to be the best gift I can give you.”

“Oh, don’t worry, honey. So far, I love it.”

His compliments just egged you on, but you tried to hide your smile so he wouldn’t get too cocky. You leaned down and fit as much of him inside your mouth as you could. You knew you were doing alright so far because you heard Eddie choke out a moan with every swipe of your tongue against his cock. 

You kept going, bobbing your head repeatedly, creating an amazing bedroom symphony when paired with his repeated moans. 

Because you knew Eddie better than anyone, you knew that him beginning to get tense was the sign you had been waiting for to tell you that he was close to cumming. 

Instead of continuing to suck him off, you let off of him, knowing exactly what it was doing to Eddie. 

Eddie looked at you with aching eyes. “Honey, I was so close—”

“I know, but I thought you’d rather finish in your favourite place.” You pulled his pants off completely, then went to remove your dress as well. 

“As much as I loved that dress, I’m so happy to see what’s underneath.”

You knew he would like it. In fact, you bought a set with a hole in the panties so you wouldn’t even have to take it off and Eddie could keep looking at it the whole time. 

“Yeah? I bought it from some fairies in an oak tree who said any charming hero like yourself would love it.”

“And I do.” Eddie said as you straddled him again. “I mean, I didn’t come rescue you for the reward but I have to admit it’s incredible.”

“Well, I trust you, but I can’t be sure I’ve given a sufficient reward just yet.”

You lined him up with your entrance and lowered yourself onto him slowly. Eddie let out a groan of your name and brought his hands to your hips. You both let out some whimpers—quieter than you would if you didn’t have such thin walls—and you moved your hips to ride him properly. 

You kept moving up and down while Eddie helped gently guide you. And even though you really wanted the night to be all about Eddie, you didn’t protest when he moved his hand to help move you along. 

“I’m so close.” You said breathily. 

He looked like he was holding back. “Me too, princess. I want to finish inside of you, right with you. That’d be the best part of this. Please, princess.”

“I’m right there, honey!” 

With the perfect way Eddie was moving his thick fingers, plus the feeling of him releasing inside of you, it was impossible to hold off your climax. 

You continued to ride him through both of your highs, and then you practically went limp on top of him. You kissed his jaw in the way Eddie always liked as a way to cool down, and he spoke again. 

“If I write more characters based on you, can we do this again?”

You let out a giggle. “I’ll give you one night for every character, Eds.”

#xena's kinktober celebration #kinktober #roleplay #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut

[genacity]

ᚙ GENACITY’S KINKTOBER 2023! ୭ৎ

hello everyone, it’s gen! this year, i’ve decided to participate in kinktober to make up for the lack of content i’ve been producing. to put it short, i’ve been super busy and demotivated because i haven’t played hoyo games in a while. but, i thought it’d be fun to crank out a few halloween themed stories for you guys to let y’all know i’m still alive. every monday and friday of the month i will be posting a blurb or story with one character and a few kinks. so, without further ado, genacity’s 2023 kinktober prompt list!

the kinks written in this masterlist may be considered graphic or extreme for some audiences. please be advised.

this may or may not include mythical species / monsterfucking (vampires, lycanthrope, ghosts, etc), bondage, aphrodisiac / drugging, somnophilia, unhealthy obsession, blood (no gore), impact play, etc.

in all works, each party explicitly verbalizes their concent and is aware they are consenting. in the case of established relationships, it is to be interpreted that the couple has mutually agreed to anything beforehand (ex. somnophilia, aphrodisiac, etc). and is aware and okay with what their partner is doing. safewords are present, consent is key.

this masterlist will also be multifandom to reach more audiences and test my comfortability writing for new media.

as always, minors, do not interact with any of my works or me in general. this blog contains mature content.

thank you for choosing whorror airlines. ✈️

OCTOBER 2. gojo satoru

your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced you’ll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying he’ll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that you’ll never one up him. maybe it’s time to show him that he’s not always right.

bratty! first time sub! gojo, overstim, dacryphilia, anal penetration & fingering, hair pulling, dumbification

OCTOBER 6. rengoku kyojurou

when a clueless hashira wanders into your layer of operations, you can’t help but put up a fight— and admire his fat tits through the inconvenient tear in his uniform you inflict.

demon! reader, masochist? rengoku, feminization, body worship, praise, nipple play, impact play

OCTOBER 9/10. armin arlert

as a vampire and a parent, it’s hard to find a babysitter that’ll stay up all night with your nocturnal little one while you’re at work. luckily for you, armin is here to get the job done.

vampire! parent! reader, babysitter! armin, blood kink, blood sucking, slight pain kink, handjob

OCTOBER 13. vi (league / arcane)

after coming home from a long day of work, your darling girlfriend vi surprises you with some gourmet chocolate. a sweet affection laced with something she thinks she’ll get away with, little does she know that you know her all too well.

afab! reader, aphrodisiac chocolate, degradation, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, slight overstimulation

BREAK. OCTOBER 15 — 21.

OCTOBER 23. kaeya alberich

as a werewolf, it’s hard to control your animalistic urges as is. but while in a heat; dizzy and restless and constantly feverish with your tease of a boyfriend around, it just gets that much more difficult.

amab! werewolf! reader, breeding kink, heat, anal pen, “monsterfucking”, spanking, belly bulge, established relationship

OCTOBER 27. simon “ghost” riley

you and your partner ghost have to train on how to get out of hostage situations. luckily for you, you’re good at tying knots.

sadist! reader, masochist! ghost, bondage, temperature/wax play, suggestive

#@ genacity kinktober 2023 ! 🩸 ☆ #kinktober #dom reader #sub character #sub smut #jjk smut #kny smut #aot smut #arcane smut #league of legends smut #genshin smut #cod smut #sub jjk #sub kny #sub aot #sub arcane #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #sub cod

[elliesbelle]

hello my loves ♡

⚢ my name is belle

⚢ i’m in my 20s

⚢ i am a brown femme lesbian

⚢ my pronouns are they/them

⚢ currently writing for ellie williams & abby anderson from the last of us, and vi from arcane. i’ll expand my fics to other characters as well in the future! feel free to make suggestions for fics, drabbles, or headcanons!

⚢ you may ask to be on taglists for some of my works, but you can instead follow my taglist blog @belleloves

⚢ minors DNI

⚢ no racists, homophobes, transphobes, antisemites, islamophobes, fatphobes, zionists, etc. allowed near me

⚢ if we're mutuals, you can DM me for my main blog :)

⚢ i have a ko-fi if you like my work so much that you feel compelled to tip me ♡︎

palestine will be free

masterlist

the last of us

ellie williams

⚢ fics:

☼ nobody compares to you: series masterlist

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, chapter 12, chapter 13, chapter 14 (work in progress)

☼ almost like we knew: series masterlist

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9 (hiatus)

☼ the heartbreak trilogy: series masterlist

chapter 1: while i die (based on the conan gray song "heather"), chapter 2: rained on with you (based on the lizzy mcalpine song "ceilings"), chapter 3: eviscerated (based on the muna song "everything")

⚢ one-shots:

☼ already over (based on the sabrina carpenter song)

☼ skinny dipping (based on the sabrina carpenter song)

☼ imagine (a world like that) (based on the ariana grande song “imagine”)

☼ how much i need you (based on the olivia o’brien song “hate u love u”)

☼ between your fingers (based on the olivia rodrigo song “the grudge”)

☼ wish she was you (based on the hinder song “lips of an angel)

⚢ texts conversations:

☼ domestic!gf ellie: part 1 (slightly horny but also fluffy nonsense)

☼ domestic!gf ellie: part 2 (ellie gets anxiety from reader not responding)

☼ domestic!gf ellie: part 3 (ellie and reader spend most of their time texting each other at work, it seems)

☼ college gf dealer!ellie: part 1 (featuring pictures of my cat)

☼ college gf dealer!ellie part 2 (living in an off-campus apartment with ellie)

⚢ headcanons:

☼ what ellie would look for in a partner

☼ ellie with an oblivious girlfriend

☼ ellie with the hots for the babysitter

abby anderson

⚢ one-shots:

☼ what i need (based on the hayley kiyoko song)

⚢ texts conversations:

☼ domestic!gf abby: part 1 (abby's love language is acts of service)

☼ domestic!gf abby: part 2 (pranking abby with taylor swift song lyrics)

⚢ headcanons:

☼ loser!abby around her crush

arcane

vi

⚢ coming soon!

#masterlist #about me #belle speaks

[milksuu]

i need Phel w like… a bad bitch reader… the kinda girl her fans would ask her to step on them… and i need him to be completely whipped and submissive for her

❥ prompt: So, here Aphelios was. Dragged to some grungy underground concert by Kayn. And since Ezreal was sick, guess that made him the stand in. He thought he was going to be bored out of his mind. He didn't realize he'd end up being a fanboy---your fanboy. ❥ content/warnings: nsfw 18+, minor blood, BDSM, name calling, bullying (affectionate), lotsa profanity, dom!reader ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!aphelios x badbitch!f!reader, aphelios & kayn ❥ performance song in this fic: Playground (From the Arcane League of Legends Series) - Bea Miller

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

That was one way to start a conversation, Aphelios thought. Usually, when a girl approached him, they were overly friendly and tooth-rottlingly sweet. To a sickening point at times. Too much was overwhelming for him, and he often got migraines from those interactions. He disliked the feeling of needing to reciprocate with the same intensity and niceties. He wasn't like Ezreal, who could entertain for hours with a charming smile and endless conversation. But this was the first time any girl cursed him out within the first millisecond of an exchange. Honestly, it was refreshing. And honestly, he kind of liked it.

He took a moment to look over his shoulder to check if, by chance, you were talking to someone else. He figured he was the only one out in the alleyway. And because of that, he couldn't recall staring at anyone. Although, he did tend to have a bad habit of 'resting bitch face'. Especially whenever he stared off into space. Just so happened to be in your general direction. He wasn't sure whether to call it bad luck or bad timing. Like the whole 'wrong place wrong time' situation. Either way, it was obvious his face and mere existence was pissing you off.

"I'm talking to you, dumbass. You with the stupid fucking headphones at a concert." Flicking your cigarette away, you encroached into his personal space. It forced him against a wall, with you mere inches away from his face. He could smell the burning smoke on your breath, lingering with a hint of spice and clove. "You got a problem, or what? If you do, then say it to my damn face."

That was comical. How could he tell you? Let's see, he reached to take his phone out. You scuffed and snatched it from his hands. "What the hell are you going to do? Call your mommy to come help you?" You mocked him by dangling his cell in his face. So much for that idea. Now what was he supposed to do? He needed to create some distance. Catch you off guard, and for you to react accordingly. Well, with all things considered. He tugged down his mask, and captured your lips. Red ignited your vision. You sank your canines viscously into his bottom lip and smashed his phone against his chest. He tasted liquid metal on his tongue, and felt the reset of his diaphragm. It took a deathly minute for him to fill his chest with air. He swore even if he could talk, that stunt would've shut him up for life. So, yeah. More or less what he expected.

"You sick freak." With a hiss, you spat a mixture of saliva and blood at his shoe. He watched you storm off, fading back into the dark venue and strobing lights. Leaving him with iron in his mouth, yearning for oxygen, and his heart recklessly pounding inside him. And holy shit, did he want more of it.

"What the hell. Did something happen out there?" When he returned Kayn took hold of his shoulder, and spoke at the side of his face. "There's blood on your mask. Do I need to kick somebody's ass here?" Aphelios didn't consider how badly his lip had been busted by your teeth. The pain was subtle compared to the wild thrill he received. And whenever he felt the sting with a brush of his tongue, the thought of you only came to mind. He shook his head, pantomiming how he bit into his own lip by accident. Kayn scrunched his face, but accepted the excuse by taking a long swig of his drink. When the lights dimmed, Kayn smacked at his chest excitedly. Aphelios almost bent over from the aching bruise you left against his sternum. "It's happening. LET'S FUCKING GO!"

The crowd shook the warehouse with roars. Fog spilled across the stage. Red lights poured down. And there you were. Like Hell's chosen ascendent, bound in black leather and succubus fashion. Your voice induced a hypnotism. The lights strobing with each bass beat of your song. The crowd spellbound, wailing and screaming for you to salvage them. But you were their obvious harbinger who would drag them straight to the pits of the underworld. Where they could never escape you. Forever trapped in your playground. And that's exactly where he wanted to be.

Going wide-eyed, Aphelios felt you within in his pulse. His bottom lip throbbing endlessly. He wasn't expecting to have a good time. He wasn't expecting you. He watched as you strutted to the end of the stage, planting your eight-inch heels against the faces of a few audiences members begging to be crushed. He could tell you had no problem delivering them pain, just as you did with him. He never understood the sensation, until tonight.

When the song ended, the crowd settled down for you to say a few words. Swinging your hair out of your mascaraed lashes, you took a swig from your water bottle. "You know guys. I love that you're all here. Thanks for coming out to see me. Feels awesome, really." You breathed heavily into the microphone. "But there's one person I want to give a special shout out to—for being an absolute fucking dickhead. Lights. Over there. Please and thank you." With a snap of your fingers, you pointed straight out into the crowd. Apehlios might as well had a gun pointed to his head. That finger burned a straight hole into his forehead. A spotlight swung over him, until it beamed down like his final day of reckoning.

Kayn snapped his neck going back and forth between you two. He then snatched his elbow, shaking him ruthlessly. "Wait. You're telling me I have to kick her ass? You know—my future fucking girlfriend?" Aphelios noticed there were a lot of fucks to be had with him tonight.

"Yeah. You. Still wearing those dumbass headphones. Tell your pink-haired girlfriend he can't save you. Because your mine after the show tonight." You signaled for the next song to come on, and the crowd went into a tidal wave of screams and wails.

"How the hell am I the girlfriend!?" Kayn yelled into the abyss of concert noise. "And what does my future wife want with you!?" Aphelios merely shrugged. But when his bottom lip pulsed again....he knew exactly what he was getting from you.

"Since you felt like you had the balls to kiss me, I should take them from you. See you try pulling that shit again."

That was one way to flirt with him, Aphelios thought. And he was being liberal with the definition. Threats against his privates never appealed to him before. But when those threats poured from your lips, they sounded like all the things he ever wanted to hear in his whole damn life. Up till now, everything felt rehearsed, repetitive, predictable-- mind numbingly boring. But with you, that wasn't going to be the case. That was obvious by his placement in your hotel room. Hands secured above his head, back arched, and wrists bound by leather stirrups hanging from the ceiling.

"You have one of the bitchiest faces I've ever seen. Bitchier than mine, maybe." The room was dark. He carefully eyed your silhouette approaching him. Aphelios swallowed hard when your hand took his balls in a choke hold. "Let's see how long it takes for me to break it. And if I can't..." With a quick release, you ran the length of a finger up his stiffening shaft. "I'll let you fuck me. Deal?"

Aphelios shuddered an exhale, nodding slowly. This was going to be the hardest thing he'd ever have to pull off...no pun intended. Assessing his own threshold, he knew he might not make it. But to any dog, a treat was still a treat. And he would take what he could get get. Or in this case, earn.

"I'll tell you how this is going to work." Your fingers left his tip, trialed up his stomach, till they rested in the middle of his bare chest. "If you want to tap out, make this sign with your left hand. Got it?" You singed one hand, while the other pressed into that lovely bruise you gifted him in the alleyway. The ache elicited a soft groan. "I asked if you got it." You pressed harder for confirmation. With a rattle in his restraints, he made the gesture. "Good. Looks like you're not a total dumbass."

Abandoning him briefly, he heard something crack in the dark. The scent of leather permeating the hotel air. He felt the material grace his back side, fluttering to his ass. One tap. Two tap. This was his only and final warning. If he wanted out, now was the time. He furrowed his brow, and licked his aching bottom lip. No—he wanted this. A whip to the air and the first strike landed. His whole body contracted as he held back a gasp. Settling to a low groan, it wasn't long till the next one came, then the next, and the next. Every strike hitting and harder. The crop whistling in his ears each time it came for his bare ass and thighs. His breaths turned sharp, sweat accumulated against his pale skin, and his fingers scratched the insides of his palms. After the 50th strike, his ass and thighs were on fire. But all those hormones produced to cope with the pain began to inch him into a subspace he had never reached before. Not to mention, all the hand strokes and squeezes to his dick in between the pain— it was absolutely mind fucking.

"Wow. I'm impressed. You've lasted longer than any of my other toys. You really are a sick freak." Arousal mixed with your half-talk and half-laughter. This was the first time anyone has earned you. And now, you were going to make him wish he'd never met you. "Are you ready to fuck the cum right out of you?"

Holy shit. Thank God he couldn't talk. Nothing would be making sense if he could. Wait, what did you ask him again? No, seriously. He couldn't think straight. The excessive amounts of oxytocin pumping into his brain diluted all his thoughts. When he didn't respond right away, you snatched his face, digging your nails into his cheeks. "I asked you a question, dumbass." That was quickly becoming his favorite insult. You dragged your lips, tongue and teeth across his busted lip. Hypersensitive at this point, that was almost enough to send him. Focus—shit—okay. He remembered, and nodded desperately between your breathy open-mouthed kisses.

He was lucky the bed was behind him. Once he was freed from his restraints, it didn't take much but a finger push from you for him to collapse back. The cold comforters contrasted his burning skin, almost like he dived into an ice bath. He really had this sense he was burning up. Woozy from all the endorphins and adrenaline pumping through him, all the way down to his twitching cock—begging for release. But he felt stuck in a bodily stasis, an erotic paralysis. All he could do was stare up at the melting ceiling, panting for breaths. "You're not fucking anything like this. Awe, what a shame." There was no remorse in your wicked smile as you removed your undergarments. "Deals off. Looks like I'm fucking you instead." He barely processed the meaning of your words until you straddled on top, pushed one of his thighs up, and plunged yourself down on him.

The shock of you taking his whole cock in one swift motion made him choke out a cry of ecstasy. Each of your thrusts were splitting him in two; one of pain and pleasure. His ass and thighs stinging and swelling with heat form all the welts you left on his skin. Rubbing against the cotton covers, rubbing against you. His dick swallowed and squeezed by your pounding cunt, over and over again. With the sound of your drenched pussy slapping hard against his base. He was dragged to an intoxicating edge. To a point where his eyes glossed over pleadingly, his face flushed and saliva streamed from the corners of his trembling mouth. "There it is. Finally broke that bitchy face of yours," he heard you moan, mocking how much of a shameful mess he was.

One more forceful slam of your tight warmth, and pleasure ripped through him, tearing him into unmendable pieces. Every single vein within his body tightened and coiled. Flushing all his insides hot and white. His cock pulsed and throbbed so deep inside you. He cried against his moans, heaving and shuddering. He prayed he would make it through his climax. Lucky for him, he did. Unlucky for him, you weren't finished, and were milking him for all he was worth. The tip of his dick feeling like pins a needles, forcing his back to arch and buck his hip against the extreme sensation. He vaguely heard you curse him out one more time as your walls clamped around him, pushing some of his load down his shaft and onto his pelvis. When the two of you settled, he shivered as you pulled yourself out and reached over him to take something from the nightstand.

"So—" You started, lighting a smoke and taking a long drag. The scent of clove and spice filling the space. "You free or what next week?" Well, that was one way to ask him on a date, Aphelios thought. Not that he needed much convincing to free up his schedule. He considered himself a fanboy—your fanboy.

an: you wanted a bad bitch anon, you got her. thanks for the req. MWUAH.

#heartsteel #heartsteel x reader #aphelios #aphelios x reader #league of legends #reader insert #x reader #request #reqs open #istg all of you in my inbox want to dom this man #yall are aphelios dommy mommys #dont you dare lie to me #look what youve done to this poor boy #GO TO CHURCH

[king--atlas]

Okay, what if ahit but its a DnD type fantasy adventure? It starts with just hat kid and bow kid on a mission to defeat the evil overlord (Vanessa), but they end up forming a silly ragtag adventuring party with people they meet on the way. (Please click for better quality)

Character details I've come up with so far under cut, and also me sounding like a little nerd with dnd classes and stuff.

I haven't decided on any location or character names yet so :P

Hat Kid- She's a wannabe elf warlock and Bow Kid's best friend (they'll probably get names, probably). She doesn't have an arcane focus in the beginning, but she ends up finding and using an umbrella later on. She's very energetic and determined (a little too much at times) and actually manages to become Snatcher's best friend. Bow Kid- She's a human beast master ranger with either a cat or a crow as a companion (idk which one yet). She's a lot calmer than Hat Kid but still gets really excited when she sees a cute creature (even if it is literally trying to kill her.) Cooking Cat- She's a silly kitty cleric (either light or peace domain) from Mafia Town. She's a ray of sunshine and definitely the mom of the group. Snatcher- He's a circle of wildfire druid (bc silly) who, until the kids came and found him, hadn't left his forest in over a century. He was stuck there in wild shape (silly ghost form. Don't ask what creature it is or why he chose to be able to wild shape into it bc i have no clue) because of Vanessa. She tried to turn him into a tiefling like her but it did not go as planned. Clearly. He's still that dark kind of goofy he is in game but just a little bit nicer. Not by much, though. Vanessa- She's a tiefling shadow magic sorcerer who has control over the entire continent. While her outburst (I'll think about more details of it later) effected Subcon the most, it had minor effects all over. She presents herself in her more humanoid form with an overly sweet personality, but the second she's ticked off ditches the facade and becomes her horrid, more demon-like self. She's less of a direct threat until they reach her domain. Empress and the receptionist are also going to join the gang, but I didn't know what classes to make them or what to do with their designs soooooo..... yeah. (To be fair, the other's designs will also probably change bc I made them in like five minutes).

If you have any ideas (especially for Empress and Receptionist) or questions, tell me!

#If I make comics for this they will be silly #Like the group cannot stop getting into shenanagins #especially Snatcher and Hat Kid #also empress and cooking cat will get togther bc I love them #I am a lesbian and I want lesbian cats #a hat in time #ahit #ahit snatcher #ahit vanessa #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #ahit cooking cat #ahit au #my art

[my--moon]

Hi! I'm not longer writing for PJO!

——♡——

Listen, I love Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus, but all these requests are getting repetitive and every time I write for pjo I see the same fanfic done by another creator.

Also people in my asks keep sending me requests that are NOT allowed. Like heavy smut for minor characters. Or fem readers romantic for Nico Di Angelo.

Also I'm getting burnt out and my hyperfixations are shifting to Arcane: League of Legends. So instead I will be writing for those characters!

All Percy Jackson fics will still be there. Just—Not being continued! I will continue to support my pjo mutuals and their fanfics!

If you have have problem with my decision, please put it in my asks and I will let my moots publicly shame you.

tags: @riordanness @ssparksflyy @ishouldsleepbut @hopelesslyromanticshark @sn0id @lilydoeswrite @canonfeminine @mqstermindswift @percabeths-blue-cookies @dippyfresh14 and all my other mutuals!

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo tv show #<3 #incorrect percy quotes #nico di angelo #pjo series