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sevsdollette · 8 months

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Not So Sweet [Sevika x fem reader]

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49324864/chapters/124546213#workskin

content warning: still smut. (MDNI) they’re at the brothel this time. fingering, edging, strap on. bondage and like dub con, i guess? obviously reader is into it but Sevika just kinda does what she wants with her to teach her a lesson. brat taming.

summary: It seems like she’s not a customer anymore. Your night could’ve been peaceful, and surely your coworkers would be jealous of you taking their business.

chapters:

1. Relaxing Night

2. A Long Night at Work

note: this one’s fun. tell me why i cared enough about zaun currency to read a reddit post to learn about it. probably still got it wrong too bc i skimmed :/ still in love with her and trying to include more backstory. the reader is like very much based on my arcane oc because why not? it’s my writing i do what i want. also i just really like that story so i want to put it out there. anyway, this one is like just all smut. not much fluff, sorry, but the next one will have plenty of playful banter. hope you like :) (proofread? never heard of her)

—————— 18+ ——————

Life at Babette’s wasn’t nearly as bad as some could picture it. The job itself already gave you a place to sleep—a roof over your head. You were at a point where you were worth enough that only tolerable customers came through. Sure, you had your share of creeps, but most were clean and civilized.

Babette was like your family at this point. You’d been working for her since you turned 18. She had been promising you a job for years before that but wouldn’t allow it until you were old enough. The enforcers would take one look at a minor in her house and arrest her, even if you weren’t working. The day you turned 18, you got off the street.

The worst part was the enforcers. They would raid the place, looking for any drop of shimmer or illegal coins. Some were just trying to do their job. Others would pin you to the ground and cuff you if you blinked at one of them wrong. They’d have their fun teasing you, trashing your room “searching” for illegal activity, before spitting on you and leaving with nothing.

In another life, you were a fighter. In that life, you’d had your fair share of enforcer blood on your hands.

But in this one, you were already too beaten down to care.

Piltover had taken everything from you, much like it did to everyone else. You were one of the only workers that didn’t accept Topside clients. They could go fuck themselves; they didn’t need your help.

That was part of the reason fucking Sevika gratified you so much. It made you feel like you were really pissing off the enforcers, screwing the crime ring’s best fighter. You were helping her grow her forearm strength that night.

You hadn’t run into her since that night. It had been about a week and you’d been lying low. You never knew with those sorts of situations. People could always have ulterior motives. Besides, the lesser known brothel down the road had been raided a couple days ago and you were preparing for the day they came to you.

Sevika surely intrigued you. Given the chance, you would fuck her again, but you knew the likelihood of that. She was too important to hook up with the same person twice. She had every woman in the undercity at her disposal. You were just a whore.

—

The night was still young as you sat up after your last client. They were an excited couple that was much too interested in having a third.

Some of the party left a little disappointed.

In the end, the husband was just watching you take care of his wife. The idea made you chuckle even now.

On your bedside table was your payment. Five silver and two bronze. They didn’t tip well.

Your room at Babette’s was one of the largest there. Lavish curtains hung from the ceiling like it was a deep purple and black circus tent. Silver beading and faux gems hung around the banisters of your canopy bed. The lighting came from low lamps and dripping candles scattered around the room.

The bed, of course, was the centerpiece. It was even on a raised platform compared to the rest of the room. It was a large king with the softest silk a Zaunite could ever touch. There were secret hooks and straps hidden on the sides for easy access, and the bedside tables were packed full of toys.

Other than the bed, There was a small lounge sofa, a mirror, a long plush rug, and a swing. There were other small pieces of furniture around like cushion chairs and little tables, but nothing to be paid attention to.

You got used to your feet and walked down to the other half of the room. You approached the mirror, checking if they left any marks and if they messed up your makeup too badly.

Everything seemed good, and you checked the rest of you. You were wearing a tight black velvet corset with a straight neckline that pressed your chest up. It was part of an underwear set that connected to garters and thigh-high stockings. Your heels had been tossed somewhere around the room, and you didn’t care to find them.

On the coffee table beside the sofa was your mask, which you promptly slid back on. It was simple black and covered down to the tip of your nose. Thin silver laced the edges.

You fell onto the couch, lying across it like a luxurious woman and not an undercity whore. You had the glamor of a woman from Piltover but not the reputation.

You closed your eyes, taking this brief moment of silence. Of course, you could hear the distant sounds that came along with the job. Erotic noises came from nearly every room around, but they blended in after so many years of being there. Someone was always laughing, screaming, moaning, and weeping.

A moment later you rang a bell for the interns to come in and change your bedsheets. They did so quickly and left without saying a word. You were glad. They were a bitchy bunch trying to take your job. All because they thought they were hotter, prettier, or more skilled.

They weren’t.

Out in the hall you heard someone approaching in clicking heels. The curtains to your room slid open, and your coworker Zanira poked her head inside. Her eyes were wide, and she looked around for you somewhat frantically. “Babe, you’ve got a customer coming.”

“Okay.” Your brow furrowed at her. Usually there wasn’t an odd warning before a customer. They just walked on in. You blinked at Zanira. “Let them through?” You didn’t know how to respond in such a random interaction.

Zanira pursed her lips, obviously wanting to say something, but she just nodded and closed the curtain. Her heels clicked as she walked away, and heavy footsteps replaced hers. They were getting louder.

The curtains rustled, being pushed open for the large frame that entered.

A sly smile spread on your face as you watched her look around for you. When her dark, gray eyes met yours, you cooed, “Come back for more?”

When you heard her footsteps you assumed it was some ghastly man coming through for a quick fuck. This was a pleasant surprise. Though, whatever state she left you in would surely impact how the rest of your workday went.

Sevika pulled the curtains closed and clipped them shut. You followed every movement of hers, focusing on how her fingers flexed as she tied the curtains shut. “I heard you’re an expensive one,” she said, eyes sliding back over to meet yours.

You nodded proudly. “It takes a golden hex to get me to do anything.” It took you years to earn your reputation.

“Hm.” She looked over all your furniture, analyzing what the two of you had at your disposal. “What’ll you do for three?”

You smiled mockingly, cooing, “Fall in love with you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then I’m glad I only have two.”

You scoffed. You didn’t need her attitude if that’s all she was here to give. “What brings you here? My girl looked a little alarmed when she saw you coming through.”

Her brow creased and she turned fully to face your side of the room. “Am I not allowed to be here? I come all the time.”

“Yes, but you usually stay with the more… docile of our servers.”

She liked submissives. You’d heard their cries every now and then when you knew she was around. When you would speak to them and they’d mention her, they’d whisper with blush in their cheeks and a prudishness to their words.

You were no such doe.

“Come here and I'll show you why.”

You cocked one eyebrow. “I’m not moving until I see money.”

For just a moment, her strong demeanor faltered. Did she really expect you to crack like that? It was almost cute. She was disappointed. You weren’t like the easy sluts down the hall that listened to her every beck and call.

“What?” You pulled yourself up by the back of the sofa. You now sat across it like a model. It was enchanting and you knew it. “You think just because we hooked up at a bar that you don’t have to pay me?”

That was an off-the-clock fuck for fun. For actual pleasure. If she found you while you were in this room, she had to pay you. There was no premium pass just because of what happened in the back room of the Last Drop.

Though, you wanted her. Half of your brain said “so what? Whatever will happen will be worth much more than whatever she’ll pay you”. The way she stared down at you made you hot. She was there for one reason, and, hell, you wanted to make sure she got what she came for.

“You weren’t asking for payment the other night. Say, by the way you looked I doubt you even remembered what a hex looked like at the time.”

Images of what the two of you had done came flooding back (as if they ever left), and you pressed your thighs together slightly.

Still, curtly, you asked, “Is that so?” You faked a pout. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Your vulnerability is showing, Sevika. Don’t be so desperate, now.”

Her face hardened into stone, and she looked down at you with stern eyes. You would be lying if you didn’t say it excited you. This little game the two of you played was pure entertainment.

She stalked over to you and stopped when she stood above you. You stayed lying back, acting as cool as could be. She leaned down, placing one finger under your chin to tilt your face up to meet her eyes. She didn’t smile as she said, “You’re real cute when you act like you’re in charge.” She pointed across the room. “In bed. Now.”

A shallow breath fell from your lips and, yeah, just like she said, you couldn’t even remember what money was. You wanted her again—you needed her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fuck, you’d make up the money some other way.

You stood up, slipping past her as she ran her hand down your back and watched you go. Her gaze was like glue to your backside, you could tell.

“And get rid of that fucking mask.”

You threw it to the floor.

You crawled into your bed, pushing the covers back and sitting up by the pillows. Across the room, Sevika walked over slowly, pretending to be interested in everything else in the room but you.

When she reached the bed, She stood at one of the banisters, leaning against it and crossing her arms.

“What’s wrong?” You cocked your head to the side. “Water too cold for you?”

She shook her head. “Not at all.” She gestured to all of you. “I want you to touch yourself.”

Her tone had you wishing you would listen to her. She did something to you no other fuck did. Just the way she raked her eyes down your body made you shiver. But you couldn’t let her know that.

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I’m not doing anything to you until you do, and if you don’t start listening to me when I tell you the first time, we’re going to have some problems.”

“Then I guess we have problems.” You stuck your bottom lip out, mocking her.

She sighed, raking her hand through her hair. She looked back down at you. “Come here.”

You crawled forward, stopping at the edge of the bed where she was and getting up on your knees to meet her eye level.

“Oh, but you’ll listen to me now?”

You smiled. “I choose what I want to do.”

“Yeah, alright.” She wrapped her hand around your throat. “I thought you learned your lesson last time. Now, I’m losing faith in you.”

She squeezed just tight enough to have you dizzy. You grasped her forearm, leveling yourself and she held you up just slightly. Excitement riddled your body and you felt yourself getting wet. You wondered how much longer until you broke.

“And, gods, you’re gonna have to stop talking,” she growled, getting close enough to your face that you could smell her.

“But—“

She pressed a metal finger to your lips. “No.”

You swallowed a boulder. Her grip on your neck was starting to have you see stars. It was heavenly. She leaned in, but flinched back when you tried to do the same. She held an ironic, menacing grin as she held you still and kissed you.

It felt like a wash of relief. As much as you were playing to cool, you wanted her so badly. Your panties were ruined and soon you would be too. The heat in your core was nearly unbearable.

Her hand squeezed just the slightest bit tighter around your throat and she had you gasping. You clawed at her forearm and she continued to kiss you, sliding her tongue beside yours. Instead of letting you win, she took one of your frantic hands and brought it down to your underwear, encouraging you.

The room was rocking and spinning around you. Sevika kept you wrapped in her kiss as your shaky hand slipped into your underwear and you dragged one finger through your folds.

A strangled moan ruptured your kiss. Sevika moved to kiss your cheek, jaw, and then your neck as your fingers began to circle your clit. The feelings together were the perfect mix, and you felt yourself relaxing into her touch. Despite this being only your second time together, she knew exactly where to drag her teeth to have you moaning into her ear.

She took her hand from your throat, caressing it down your body as her metal arm kept you firm in her grasp. You needed it. You kept a slow, torturous pace on yourself and it was starting to make you weak. You’d finish soon if you weren’t careful.

Sevika kissed down your neck and across your collar. Her arm hooked around your waist and reached for the laces of your corset. “How do I get this off of you?”

You could hardly think with your hand still massaging your clit. With your free hand, you reached behind yourself and felt around for the right tie.

She was impatient, taking her sharp metal finger and slicing through every row of laces.

“Sev!”

The corset fell off your front and she pushed it out from between the two of you. She stared down at your breast, taking one in her hand as she muttered, “I’ll get you a new one.” She rolled your nipple between her fingers, having you sigh. “Now, shut up.”

“You can’t make me—“

Her lips caught you in another kiss and she led you to lie down on your back. She moved you so the two of you were lying properly in the bed.

You could feel your orgasm coming. You rubbed your clit faster as she seemed distracted with your breast. She dragged her lips down your body and took one of your nipples in her mouth. She ran her teeth over the sensitive skin, sucking it into her mouth. The sensations of all your pleasures made you feel electrified and you could stop from moaning her name.

You were expecting a boring night. But this was anything but that. her figure over yours was enough alone to send you over the edge. Just to know that you were in her arms, being ordered around by her, being punished by her, was maddening. You felt dizzy even without her hand around your throat.

Just as you thought you were going to cum, she pulled your hand out of your panties.

“But…” Your eyes got lost in hers.

“You really don’t stop talking,” she grumbled. You watched as she leaned over and pulled one of the drawers of your nightstand open. Excitement fluttered in your stomach as you wondered what she was grabbing.

She came back with a cloth tie. She sat back between your legs, holding it up menacingly. “Maybe this’ll help you shut up.”

Before you could protest, she was wrapping it around your head and tying it tight enough that you couldn’t speak. The gag pressed into your mouth and you bit down on it with as much attitude as you could, glaring back at her.

“There,” she smiled. “So much prettier when you’re quiet.”

You spit curse at her through the cloth, only becoming more irritated as she nodded along mockingly. As if she could understand every gargled word. Her grin only widened with every nasty word.

Her coarse hands ran over your ribs, reaching around you to flip you over on your stomach. “Stay there.”

And before you could jerk your hands up to move or untie the cloth, she had your wrists pinned behind your back. They fit between the grasp of her calloused palm snugly and she held you still.

She was reaching over again, grabbing another tie to keep your wrists together. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you were more obedient.”

You lay there, completely at her disposal, as she picked up your hips and moved them where she wanted. You were on your knees, shoulders and face pressed into your sheets, and growing wetter by the second. Your clit still pulsed from your fingers, and you needed her to touch you.

Everything she did to you was different and electrifying. Hundreds of people came to visit you but none knew how to touch you like she did.

You turned your head to one side, craning your neck to see her behind you. She was pulling her shirt off and then her bra. It was an entrancing sight, watching the muscles in her shoulders and neck move to pull the clothes over her head. Her brow was tense with focus as she dropped her things off the side of the bed.

You looked at her bare figure, nearly moaning just at the sight of her. You needed to see her pants come off too, but she was done, looking back at you with a hooded stare. She was devouring you with her eyes. it sent a shiver up your spine.

She leaned over you, pressing her chest against your back as she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. Her breath was hot against your bare neck, and the sound of her breathing so close to your ear made your core drip. She groaned as you pushed your ass up against her hips, her teeth biting down on the back of your shoulder.

Her hands ran down the sides of your torso, dragging her fingertips over your skin to make you shiver. Her hands rubbed the underside of your breasts, massaging your soft mounds.

She cupped your breast in her hands, pressing them against her palms as she pinched your nippled between her fingers. A sigh fell from you as you continued to grind your hips back against hers.

One hand moved down your front, toying with the edge of your panties as she bullied your nipple until it was sure to bruise.

“You don’t need these, do you?” She asked.

Before you could even try to respond, she was ripping through the fabric and pulling it off you. She discarded the tatters before slipping her hand back down and diving into your sensitive folds.

“Mm,” she hummed, collecting your slick on her fingers. “So fucking wet, and I was starting to worry you didn’t like me.”

The tips of her fingers began to push into your entrance, causing you to relax into the mattress as a moan slipped past your clenched teeth. Her two fingers curled inside of you, her palm rubbing your clit as she set a slow and burning pace.

The cool metal of her arm slid around your hip, guiding you to ride her fingers. She forced you to comply with her slow pace though you wanted to rest your finish so badly. With every curl of her fingers, she pressed hard against your most sensitive spot. Your soft walls tensed around her hand, dripping down her knuckles as she left a hickey on your upper back, right where your muscle met your neck.

It was hot and painfully slow how you rutted against her hand. A slow moan slipped from you as she tugged at your sore nipple once more. She rolled it in her fingertips, massaging your soft tissue as she rubbed your clot against the bone of her palm.

“You’re so fucking nasty, baby,” she groaned. “Can’t believe I’m fucking a whore like you.”

A blush spread across your face as you whined, grinding your hips faster to try and get her to speed up. You cried her name with a demand to get her to do what you wanted, but it only came out as a string of muffled grumbles.

“What was that?” Her voice was laced with teasing pleasure. It was dripping with amusement. She pulled her fingers out a bit just to shove them back in harshly, having you suck in a hard breath. “You’ve got something in your mouth, babe. I can’t understand you.” She said it so plainly it was like you didn’t already know. Like you were just that fucking stupid.

She seemed to be taking pity on you, ravishing in the way you squirmed when she went faster. Her assault was unwavering as the pleasure spread throughout your body.

Heat shot to your head as you felt your orgasm coming. Your body was frantic, trying to grind and ride her hand just the way you needed to finish. Stray curses and moan were muted by the gag. The cloth was now soaked with your spit and drying out your tongue.

“What’s that?” She taunted, “You’re close, aren’t you?” Her gravelly voice right by your ear. You nodded quickly, face rubbing against the mattress as your eyes snapped open to look at her. The hair was falling out of her ponytail and curling over her forehead as she hovered behind you, close to your neck.

The constant rubbing of her fingers inside of you had you hardly hearing her. The room was filled with your strangled, muffled moans as all you could focus on was chasing your finish.

As quickly as you felt the orgasm coming, she pulled her fingers out of your soaked cunt. The sudden loss of sensation had you twisting under her, hard and angered words spat through the gag as you flared back at her.

“Hey—hey!” She gripped you by the hair on the back of your neck, tugging your face up to look her in her eyes. “Don’t be suck a fucking brat. You’ll get what you want, be patient.”

Your hair slipped through her fingers as she dropped your head back down onto the mattress. Your face smushed into the sheet as your lower half went cold. She moved off of you, once again reaching into your nightstand to find something else.

Your eyes widened as she pulled out a strap that was bigger than one that had ever been inside of you. That one was only for you to use on other people. You didn’t think it could fit in you.

Her name was butchered through the gag as you tried to get her attention. She was too busy pulling the harness over her hips to care about your worries.

Her pants had already been dropped to the floor, and you fought your hardest to break your wrists from the tie she’s put them in. You wanted to feel the strong hacks of her thighs. Her plain black underwear was low on her hips, revealing how far her deep purple scars went down her body.

“Sev…”

Her eyes flicked up to you. Her face was shadowed with lust. Even if you could tell her that would be too much, she wouldn’t listen. You could still see your juices on her two fingers as she walked back over to the bed, crawling behind you.

“I know,” she assured, rubbing your ass and hip. “You’ll be okay, baby. I know you can take it. You talk a lot of shit, but I see right through you. You like it when I treat you like this.”

Your fingers clenched as you tried to pull your wrists free. She only took it as an opportunity to reach down and kiss your knuckles gently. As if she was trying to be chivalrous and sweet.

A final snarky remark was spat into the gag, and this one was louder than the last. A sharp sting spread across your ass as she spanked you. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as she smacked you again, the pain tingling under your skin. It lingered as she adjusted behind you and began to rub her cock through your soaked folds.

The cold silicone made you shiver and whine into the mattress. She eased you into the feeling, but soon enough she was pressing the tip against your entrance. So covered in your slick, the tip pushed into your puffy pussy with more ease than you expected, but soon the stretch became painful.

A sharp cry broke through the gag as she continued to abuse your cunt. Every time you thought all of it was in you, she pushed just one inch more. Finally, the base of her cocker your entrance and you whimpered at the fullness. There was no more you could’ve fit if she tried. Your walls clenched around her and you pushed your hips into her to convince her to move.

Perhaps her teasing was over because she complied, pulling out and rocking back into you. She found a rhythm that you could keep up with, your thighs shaking and tensing as she thrust you again and again.

The tie around your wrists was beginning to strain the muscle in your shoulders and wrists. Your head pressed to the side made your neck crane and cramp as you were pushed harder into your bed. So fucked out, the pain was hardly noticed compared to the coursing, heated pleasure thy she sent through your core, all the way into your lower belly.

You would’ve stayed there forever. The bed creaked with every thrust of her hips, hitting against the wall as she muttered a mix of cruel and sweet saying to you to coax you along.

At some moment, she moved behind you slightly and slowed her pace. Your worries grew and you thought she was denying you your finish again, but she soon began her cruel humping again.

“Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, leaning down so you could see her. In her hand were her two hexes. “Take it.”

You glared up at her, wrists writhing in their tie.

“Come on,” she urged, holding her hand closer to your face so you could really see the money she was going to give you. “You can’t have it unless you take it from me.”

She jerked her hips into you harder, making the strap shove further into your cunt. She had you groaning, face smushed further into your pillow.

Through the bag came a muffled “fuck you”, and she frowned at you pitifully. She shrugged, moving out of your gaze and dropping the coins somewhere on her clothes.

She thrust roughly into you again. “I think you should just give up on this bratty act. I like you a lot more when you’re broken and fucked out underneath me.”

Sure, she was talking to you, but you weren’t listening. One of her hands had snaked down to your front and was rubbing tight circles around your clit. Together, her stimulation and rutting was quickly driving you to your finish.

If you could talk, you would beg. The pleasure was too overwhelming for you to come up with any bite. You needed to cum. You needed her to take you there.

Your peak was approaching fast. and she could tell from the way your hips pushed back into her more sloppily than before. It was a frantic attempt to finish before she could stop you.

“Come on, baby girl, you can cum.”

That was all you needed, her deep voice pushing you over the she as you keened, going limp into the bed as your orgasm shot through you. It came in heated waves that had you crying for her.

She was kind and slowed with your finish. The ribbed sides of the dildo beginning to burn as she slowly pushed in once more time. Then, she pulled out, rubbing the muscle in your shoulder as she sighed.

Her hand slipped up to undo the gag at the back of your head. Your limp body had her pulling the cloth out from under the other side of your head as you spat it out of your mouth.

A thick breath heaved from your lungs as you licked your dry lips. “Give me a break.”

She lifted an eyebrow.

Your nose wrinkled. With the nastiest, most disrespectful tone you could, you spat out a “please”.

She shook her head, smiling to herself. “Okay, baby, I’ll give you a break while I untie you.”

“What if I run?” You hissed. She loosened the tie around your wrists, and you immediately pulled your hands free, rolling your wrists as you pushed yourself up onto shaky arms.

“You couldn’t even if you tried,” she said, helping you roll over onto your back.

You stared up at her, the hair sticking to her forehead, her chest rising with her heavy breaths, and the imprint of a wet spot on her underwear. The sheen on her broad shoulders and biceps was entrancing as you were lost in the sight of her as she leaned down to kiss you softly.

Her hot tongue slipped against yours as you whined against her lips, cradling her face in your hands. She rubbed her palms down your hips, adjusting your legs and spreading your thighs as she brushed the sticky strap against your core again.

A weak sigh slid between your mouths as you braced yourself to take her again. You were sore, but as the dildo rubbed against your clit, you were alight with arousal once more.

She frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m not done ruining you, sweetheart. I want to see you cry on my cock.”

She sunk deep back into you, having you a heaving mess under her. “Now,” she began. “Do you think you can stay quiet without this?” She held up the gag, looking down at you with an expectant gaze.

You let out a heavy breath. As it fell out of you, you realized she’d won. You were too tired and fucked out to bite back. All you wanted now was for her to take care of you. You’d do anything to keep her here with you.

“Good girl.” She rubbed her thumb across your cheek. “See? You can behave.”

She pulled out just enough to ram back in. Your mind was lost in the heat of her. You were ready to beg if need be. You just couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of her fucking into you.

Your hands, still sore from the tie, pressed against her collar and chest. Her skin was softer than expected, and slick with her sweat. You reached between your bodies and cupped her soft breast, massaging it gently. She moaned into your skin, rutting into you so the strap stimulated her clit just as much as she pleasured you.

You were so full, her cock so thick as she rubbed the ribbed sides against your abused walls. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her closer as you ran your hands through her hair.

Her lips met yours in another heated, hungry kiss. She was nearly desperate, spit mixing with yours as she thrust harder and you whined against her mouth. Her teeth nipped at your bottom lip. She rested on one elbow, hand threading through your hair as her metal fingers gripped your thigh to keep you tight against her.

She wasn’t focused on your pleasure, humping against you just so she could feel the strap rub against her clit and get her off. She used you as a fucktoy to reach her climax, being ceaseless in her own pace.

The idea of it made you feel close regardless. The fact that you were her’s and she used you however she wanted had warmth spreading through your core and sparking to your clit.

Your eyes began to sting as tears built at the edges. It was a flood of sensations that had you moaning and crying out as she kissed you again.

“You’re okay, sweet girl. You look so beautiful right now.”

She bit down on your neck so hard you were worried she’d draw blood. Your makeup was running down your face as tears collected in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. You tugged at her hair, having her moan against your skin.

You met her hips, trying to persuade her rhythm to please you, but she only pushed your hips down harder. “Stay still, baby, I’m close,” she groaned. Her incessant thrust only hurt, smacking against your cervix as she chased her high.

Another wave of arousal rolled through your body as her chest pressed against yours, her nipples pressed into your skin and breasts. It didn’t take much longer before she became a mess above you, moaning loudly in your ear as she jumped her cock into you quickly to satisfy her finish.

Stray whispers of praise fell from her lips as she continued to thrust into you, wanting to see you cum and you were close. Shivers shot down your spine as she dragged her lips across your jaw, and your orgasm came on suddenly, having you shake and your vision go white. You screamed, nails digging into her shoulder as your pleasure overtook you.

She hushed you, hand rubbing your hip to coax you down from your high. Heavy breath heaved through your chest as you lay there, hot and thoroughly fucked as she helped you come back to her. Your eyes cracked back open, finding her looking down at you gently with a slight crease in her brow.

“You there, doll?”

You smiled, nodding as she rubbed her thumb across your bottom lip. Sharp exhales still shot through you as you relaxed against the bed and in her arms.

She pulled out slowly, easing out as you but your lip from the sensation. You watched as she took the harness off. She came back with a cloth and wiped the insides of your thighs.

“Why can’t you be this nice all the time,” you jested, pushing her shoulder gently with one foot.

She scoffed, laughing lightly. “I could say the same thing to you.”

You made an annoyed sound in your throat, brushing her off as she got back up. The mattress shifted with her weight and you tried your best to sit up and lean back against your pillows. Your wrists ached as you pushed yourself up, and the tendons in your thighs were sore as you closed your legs.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you muttered. “How am I supposed to do my job now?”

She shrugged, pulling her pants back on. “That’s not my problem.”

You crossed your arms. “Food is expensive.” You didn’t make enough money that day to buy dinner for yourself yet, and you were starting to get hungry. She tired you out in every sense. Hell, you really needed some water too.

“Okay,” she nodded. “How about I make it up to you? I’ve got a poker game tomorrow night and one of my guys just bailed. There’s an empty spot at the table if you want it.”

Your brow furrowed. Why the hell did she want you there?

“You can eat as much as you want,” she offered.

Your head tilted to the side. Every pro and con ran through your mind and a million questions shot through you, but one came to the surface: “Why me?”

“Because I want someone easy to beat,” she teased, pulling her shirt over her head. She saw your glare and shook her head. “Really, there’s just no one else, and the game won’t be as good with less people. You seem like you could hold your own against the guys I hang out with—much better than the girls down the hall.”

Surely, she had some ultimotives. She probably just wanted to get in your pants again but was trying to be nice enough so you would let her. A night at her poker table would probably be a good time. You gambled with some of the other workers when business was slow and you thought you were pretty good. Besides, being seen with her so publicly would probably keep you safer when walking down the street.

“What time should I be there?”

She was fully dressed, standing at the edge of the bed. If she was happy with you agreeing, she didn’t show it. “About nine.”

“Okay. Fine.”

She nodded, leaning over the bed. “Okay, I have to go now.” She motioned for you to come forward and kissed you slowly when you complied.

She hummed against your lips. “Walk me out?”

“Funny.”

She laughed, leaning back and muttering a goodbye as she walked out. You said it back quietly, face slightly contorted in confusion as you tried to figure her out.

After she was gone, you laid there for a while in silence. Your sweat stuck to your skin as you ran your hands over your hair to tame it in the back. You wiped the makeup that was smudged under your eye.

A few minutes later, Zanria poked her head back into your room. You assumed she was just being nosy, but you soon saw she was carrying a tray of something.

“What?” You asked, feeling a bit too tired to be nice.

“She paid for this,” Zanria said, walking up to you in the bed. You sat up more to see the platter full of grapes, cheese, chocolate, and other small foods. There was a small pitcher of water, too.

Of course she did. She seemed to care about you a lot more than she was supposed to, and you weren’t complaining.

You only hoped it wouldn’t get too deep

#arcane #arcane league of legends #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #sevika x y/n #sevika x reader #sevika #sevika arcane #fluff #sevika fanfic

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nadia-cannot-think-straight · 4 months

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This is more or less a speculation, not a theory.

I have read some pretty decent post act 3 Arcane fanfics, yet one thing always bothers me a little bit about them. It is an obvious thing that Viktor will return to Zaun at some point, like this is inevitable. The same goes to his falling out with Jayce. Many people have created some cool scenarios on how it will happen, and i appreciate every single one of them.

With that said, i really cannot imagine Viktor getting banished as an event that starts it all. For a simple reason.

I don't think Viktor would have been bitter about it.

With the way he acts in the last episode of season 1, i believe that he'd think it was deserved. The thing he could be charged for would be an illegal experimentation and the manslaughter of Sky Young. Things he feels so guilty about he tried to off himself. He has very little time left, and if the trial is a necessary procedure, he'd probably accept it. Would he be upset? Of course, but i don't think he would even try to put an effort to avoid it, once people find out. And at the peak of panic in Piltover after Jinx's attack, the whatever the hell is left off the council would try to ensure that there is still at least a renmant of government control. Just like in act 1, that was literally the reason why Enforcers were trying to arrest 4 kids.

If anything, i think it would be Jayce who'd be the most desperate in this situation. "He'd be mad at Viktor for killing an innocent person" he literally did the same thing (if you think about it, Jayce have killed so much more people besides that kid, we just don't discuss it because in the show they are presented as scary monsters, not human beings that got drugged the hell up and now have their entire ripcage obligarated. But y'know, that's the point of this scene). "What about Viktor's illegal experimentation?" What Jayce did with Vi was also kinda illegal? I mean, he is a councilor, he can do whatever the fuck he wants ig, but before hand it was clear that other councilors would not want that to happen.

I imagine that Jayce would do anything in his power to cancel this trial. Viktor is his best friend, person who he has such a close bond to. And while what he did was wrong, he isn't much better. Yet it is Viktor, his dying friend, who is punished.

I can see Viktor actually being like: it's okay Jayce, it needs to happen, i will be okay (he's lying but trying).

So yeah i don't think that Viktor being banished to Zaun would be a death blow to their relationship.

Buuuuut you know what would probably make more sense (at least to me :3)?

Viktor's punishment being working on hextech weapons against Zaun.

Think about it. Jayce in an act of desperation convinces other councilors that as a co-founder of Hextech Viktor would be a viable asset in designing weapons that would "protect" Piltover against Zaun.

Well wouldn't that make Viktor absolutely fucking furious. Viktor may have ****kinda**** accepted his death but making him work AGAINST the city he spend his entire life wishing to improve and protect? Over his dead body, he'd rather be eaten alive by rats in Undercity alleys than do such a thing.

It works for me much better because it keeps Jayce's character much more consistent. Like, it's understandable why would he do it (he doesn't want his friend to die) but also highlights his change in priorities after season 1. Like, he told Silco that Undercity doesn't stand a chance against Piltover, and well, one rocket proved hin wrong. Now there are dead people in Piltover. I think he'd be more radical, more bold, maybe even less forgiving and 100% stressed af.

Does he want to keep Viktor safe? Yes. But does he find building weapons is now necessary when they are at war? Also yes. And considering the "I'M from the Undercity" scene he also tends to forget that Viktor is not, in fact, Piltovan, that as much as he loves Jayce, he does not associate with Piltover society. He is from Zaun, it is an important part of his indentity. Something that Jayce keeps neglecting.

It also doesn't change the fact that he still feels guilty over the death of that ONE child. Not the countless men in chemtanks, that are as much victims of Undercity's terrible state as Viktor is really. I think that when he'd make a decisions "a necessary decisions to keep them saved" he'd think about them, scary, crazy monsters with blades. Not that one kid. Kid feels so much more personal, people who attack them-not.

I'm not saying that is how the conflict in season 2 will look like, nuh-uh, it's just me making some fanfiction prompts lmao.

Anything could happened since them. Viktor trying to sabotage their work which would end up in an explosive and dramatic break up once Jayce finds out? Yep, i can see that. Add some fire and leave Viktor crying on concrete floor, now we have some nice parallels. But i can also see Viktor fucking off right there and there, or other stuff i dunno.

So yeah i have fanfic ideas.

#txt #arcane #arcane viktor #jayce talis #jayvik #arcane spoilers #fanfiction prompts #i guess #???#divorce era #just me brainstorming tbh #btw yes i didn't mention hexcore at all #i just didn't thought it was relevant to this specific plot point #but this shit could probably mess up some stuff too #i am sorry for every grammar mistake too #me not native english speaker me stupid

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loxalotl · 5 months

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Piltover is the problem (*Arcane S1 spoilers*)

Throughout Arcane, Jinx is torn between Vi's "Powder", and Silco's "Jinx". Both love her, but neither accept who she is until Silco's final realistion where he switches from "Jinx is perfect" to "You're perfect."

Something he was desperate to hear from Vander, who gives up on Silco, betrays him and leaves him for dead thinking he doesn't have the capacity to change. But Silco proves him wrong: "Is there anything so undoing as a daughter". Jinx did what Vander couldn't. Gave him something else to believe in. Focussed that anger and injustice.

And Silco did it. He paved the way for peace. And had a good argument for not handing in Jinx for the murder of a couple of guards when Piltover has been systematically murdering hundreds of children and adults alike in the mines etc.. Oh, but it wasn't them directly, so doesn't count? No. Their inaction was what pulled the trigger. And Jayce doesn't even consider being held accountable for the murder of that boy (again, irregardless of all the out-of-sight so out-of-mind deaths). If brokering peace is enough for him, it should be enough for Jinx and Silco too, particularly when Piltover's body count is so much higher.

When it comes down to it, Piltover are the worst kind of abuser. They're the government who acts all nice and shiny and righteous while quietly enforcing child labour, enabling destruction of the environment, gas-lighting anyone who speaks against them, and promoting an unsustainable and lavish lifestyle based on self-interest at the expense of others. The quiet, deep-rooted, insidious evil that points it's finger at any opposers screaming "look, big bad thing threatening our civilised way of life!"

And Vander and Vi are not the "good guys" either. They're another kind of toxic. The "normal" people with a saviour complex who don't understand/accept anyone different, and part of what pushed Silco and Jinx over the edge (because, yes, Silco and Jinx have crossed a line, there is no excusing that). Neither are the Firelights necessarily the "good guys". They are so focussed on infighting in Zaun that they seem to have forgotten about the root cause of their problems. You know, Piltover? The people who have been quietly murdering your families and loved ones for the past X number of years??? Jeez. Remember the bigger picture guys.

Now, we may have been robbed of the "Silco figuring out how to properly dad" in Season 2 as it doesn't fit into Riots universe (looking at you, AO3), but I can only hope it doesn't turn into the "Vi fixes Jinx" show. Jinx doesn't need fixing. She needs people to accept who she is, and access to mental health care so she can focus that brilliance into productive things. People can be not okay but still valid. Yes, Silco was a "bad guy", but he was also a product of Piltover's exploitation, suppression and abuse (hello? Can we address this please?), as well as Vander's betrayal. He was very deliberate in his cruelty. It all had a purpose. Zaun needed someone to step up as nothing else was working (hello Jinx). Was it the right thing to do? Morally, no. But was it the lesser evil that would overall result in the fewest deaths? Who knows.

The key takeaway for me is that Runeterra DESPERATELY needs access to good quality, free mental health services (as do we all). Also, the world could also come a long way if we a) try to be nicer to each other and b) take a closer look at those really in power ('cos there is a whole lotta grey out there).

But that's how I see it. And I think one of the great things this show has done has sparked these discussions on acceptance, equality, mental health etc. It's okay to not be okay. You're not alone, so just be nice to each other. We're all on this lump of space rock together, and for anyone out there who feels lost, I'm sending all the love and hugs in the universe💜

And yeah, watch this show. It's perfect.

#arcane #silco #jinx #lol #piltover's finest #zaun #zaundads #mental health #vi #vander #league of legends #rant post #projectingowngovernmentontopiltover #somuchgrey #piltover

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sevikasangel · 1 year

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❥๑𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 — demon! jinx x f!reader where she finally catches her prey. there's an old saying that you cannot outrun your demons...but at least you could invite it to dance.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴꜱ. ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ: demon au + shadows.

— contains: f!reader, death threat, fear, n sfw, fingering, degrading, bottom reader.

— a/n: dedicated to and requested by @ladylusts-world. had lots of fun with this! hope this brightens your day, darling! 💗

— word count: 2,3K

“come out, come out, wherever you are..”

your erratic breath and the overwhelming noise of your frantic heart ringing in your ears, almost like the blood flow was a tempest, was everything that your mind could apparently wrap itself around. with trembling hands, you clutched the walls, dragging your fingers through them as you clutched the wall in order to turn on the lights of your crappy piltie apartment. you shrieked at the ticklish feeling of a tiny spider that slipped through your fingertips. well, this was the only thing you could afford. even a spider-infested egg apartment in piltover is better than the hood you lived in zaun.

however, now you have no time to howl and whine about your low-class life as you should be directing your attention to the creature that stalked you through the dark, cold alleys on that empty night. working for demon hunters must’ve been the most stupid shit you submitted yourself to for some humiliating amount of money. bills don’t pay themselves and you didn’t want to go back to zaun. you couldn’t, actually. you weren’t exactly a person to whom they were very fond. cheating on card games and going so far as stealing sevika’s wallet weren’t forgivable for them. you did this to survive. an orphan who used to be homeless didn’t have many options to change her life. that didn’t matter to them. most of them also had a fucked up past. you were just another pathetic criminal, robbing and selling your morals in order not to be devoured by the bigger fish.

sighing and drowning in fear, you finally flicked on the lights in the living room. however, once you did so, your soul almost left your body and your heart leaped straight to your throat. you felt like screaming and running, but you were frozen in place, your brain going into fight or flight mode.

“are you lost, princess? you know, it’s not very polite to just run out of playtime just like that…last i checked, we were still playing tag…and i am it.” there jinx sat in all her demonic glory. her legs sloppily spread and her arms slumped on the arms of your chair. her eyes were glistening red as she eyed you up and down like the prey you were. “well, here i am.”

you gulped and stared at the blue-haired creature with wide, fearful eyes. her blue and pink nails tapped incessantly on the wooden table, making you flinch and form goosebumps all the time.

“your effort is admirable. really. but it’s useless! the dumb girl thought she could chase me?” jinx laughed out loud at your pathetic state. “track me down for the big bad hunters to catch me…oh, boo hoo, guess who’s getting the chase now? you still have no money, sweets. no money and soon to be six feet under.”

the wind fanned the blue strands of her hair softly and it made her almost look angelical. that’s the irony, you thought to yourself. your feet almost gained life by themselves and you bolted away, trying to get to the front door. you panted heavily and screamed at the top of your lungs. you almost thought jinx would let you out and you could have another chance. you glanced over your shoulder for any sign of her. nothing. however, you had no time to celebrate since you collided right against lean muscles and tripped over, falling on your back on the cold floor. now standing before you, jinx smirked and glared down at you.

“aren’t you tired of running, toots?” she mocked with a pout.

“no! please, let me go…i-i…i made a mistake. i just needed the money, t-they used me. please. please, don’t kill me. i can’t just stop trying to make it out alive!” you pleaded desperately and the demon girl’s grin only became wider, her eyes almost alive on her face.

“i am tired of chasing. game over, little one.”

you pushed yourself to your feet once again and stared at jinx with hopeless eyes. she was a demon, after all. you were nothing but a human mutt who couldn’t do anything to save your own skin. why struggle so much, why walk through fire to save your life, when death would always find you? shit, you thought to yourself.

“can you at least kill me fast?” it was your only request. the words sounded funny to jinx as she just began laughing, her hand grabbing your arm and pulling you closer. you flinched and shut your eyelids tightly, awaiting her strike.

“who said i will kill you…now?” your heart felt like it would fail you anytime. your legs wobble and a cold shiver goes up your spine. hope was cruel. “i am willing to bargain, sweetheart! if you play by my rules, i might just let you live! thrilling isn’t it!?” jinx almost squealed in a cheery voice.

you stared at her and gulped, hands tightly fisted on your sides. the sight of you so fearful and scared awakened a fire in jinx. she loved the hunt. she loved when her lambs were begging for their lives because she had that control over them.

“and what do i have to do?” jinx smirked and you yelped as she dragged you back to the living room. for a slim and short girl, she was rather strong. you assumed it must be her powers. escaping her was literally impossible. so you just needed to embrace your future and believe she was telling the truth. it was your last hope.

and you were grasping it earnestly. you’d survive by yourself all your life. nobody was there to save you but yourself. how come this would be any different now?

jinx sat down on your armchair and lifted her arms, taking them to the back of her head as she relaxed on the furniture. her eyes shone brightly like rubies as she devoured your figure with them.

“turn on your record player…i wanna hear some rock n’roll, sweetness.” with trembling hands, you immediately attended to her request and reached over to turn it on, then chose a ‘she wants revenge’ disco. soon, the soft guitar swallowed the room as ‘out of control’ began playing.

“w-what now, jinx?” you asked with a scared tone.

“now…take off your clothes.”

“what?”

“i said take off your clothes. don’t make me repeat myself, toots, you are boring me to death and that’s very dangerous.” she sighed and you immediately complied. your hands shakily undid the buttons of your shirt and you ripped it off, your skirt following. as you were about to slide off your stockings, a hand grabbed your wrist, stopping your actions. you looked up to see jinx standing in front of you again. “keep these. these…these are staying, sweetheart. you ain’t taking them off, they look so juicy on you.”

“how are you so fast, i-i didn’t even see you stand up!”

“you are so entertaining, little one!” jinx laughed. “i am not human. nothing about me is human. not anymore.”

her small hands grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. your bodies were now flush together as she began swaying her hips with yours. it confused you and jinx seemed to catch on to that.

“i want to dance with you, sweetheart. if you please me, i might just let you go.”

shakily, you laced your fingers with hers and relaxed a tiny bit as she wrapped her arm around your waist, leading the dance as you both turned your living room into a ball room. the guitar and rock sound didn’t match the energy of your slow dancing, but it was fairly intriguing. it was sensual, erotic, even. the danger did seem more appealing to you now. this is a rather better way to die instead of being killed off with a bullet to your skull from someone you robbed in the past. your life wasn’t so glorious, but your death could be.

your grip on jinx became tighter and you put your head on her shoulder, sucking in a breath to inhale her scent. you wanted to feel her entirely. she smelled like the perfect mix of sweets and gunpowder. your breath fanning against jinx’s neck did things to her and you could hear her growl in your ear.

“i could find a better use to you than being dead, (y/n)...”

“i am yours. do as you please, jinx.”

that’s all the answer she needed to just throw you against a wall. your back slammed against it and you grunted, though before your brain had time to register the pain, jinx pressed her full body against you. her hand grabbed the back of your neck and tugged your hair, pulling you into a heated kiss.

her devilish sharp tongue slid into your mouth with ease and took dominance of yours. the grip on your hair led your face however she wanted. your breathy whimpers and how your touch on her faltered made her skin catch on fire.

"a-a h! jinx! jinx!” you moaned directly into her mouth when she slid her thigh between yours, her free hand gripping your hips and making it roll so your damped underwear humped her skin.

“that’s it, darling. that's my name. who makes you feel so fucking good, huh? i barely touched you and you are so desperate for me,” she moaned and reached over to unclasp your bra. “fuck, just look at these…so perky and delicious...fucking beautiful titties. they are all mine now. tell me who makes you feel like this…” she groaned and leaned down to capture your nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking it as her free hand groped your other breast.

“jinx! jinx!” you whined and gripped the walls, your fingernails scratching the yellow tint, desperate to hold onto something. eventually, you held onto her instead. reaching earnestly for the demon, your fingers grabbed her back, nails scratching the exposed parts. this made her go feral and pull back.

“you are such a good girl, you’re so much more fun like this, huh? i like it when they are needy. the sluttier, the better.” she breathed out.

you released a surprised gasp when jinx just tore your panties in half, leaving you completely displayed to her, with nothing but your stockings on. she looped one arm beneath your thigh and put it over her hip, hand sliding between your bodies to rub your slit. you let out a surprised whimper and jinx smirked.

“so fucking wet you are, pumpkin…hmm…” she took off her fingers for enough time to shove them into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on her hand. “how good of a whore you are, darling. such a messy little pet i get to break, all mine, all for myself. no one else 's."

after she pulled it back, jinx returned her hand to its previous location. wet digits rubbed firm, fast circles on your clit. a hoarse scream left your throat and you bent forward, almost falling onto her, but she was strong enough to keep you up against the wall. your nails drew blood from her back and you were so overwhelmed that you bit her shoulder, jinx grunted under her breath and pushed two of her fingers into your starving, dripping hole.

her free hand gripped your chin tightly and forcefully pulled your face up so you were staring into her eyes. your legs were buckling beneath you and all you could do was moan. her fingers felt so good inside of you. each time she pounded into you felt like all thoughts in your brain were becoming jelly.

“don’t dare look away, princess. eyes up here, right on mine,” she chuckled and leaned in to spit directly into your mouth like it was nothing. you hissed and immediately swallowed it, feeling it go down your throat like the finest wine. “good girl. such a good little fucktoy i found all for myself. you feel so tight around my fingers. if only you could see how fucking pretty your little pussy looks swallowing my fingers, darling…mmhm, i might just become addicted.”

with her thumb and accompanying the rhythm of her finger-fucking, jinx began doing clicking motions on your clit, your eyes glossy and glued onto hers, mouth open as a series of drawn-out cries and dragged moans left your throat. you shook and rolled your hips, desperately chasing your so-needed release.

“fuck, you look so beautiful. cum. cum for your new owner, pumpkin. cum like the slut i turned you into…”

her command was all it took for you to release. you came like you never did in your life. you fucked her fingers through your aftershocks, still releasing needy whimpers as your whole body seemed to become overwhelmed with pleasure. you nearly collapsed in her arms, but jinx held you up.

her smirk was stamped on her face as she took in the marvelous sight of your ruined self. she did this to you. and she needed to see it again. not now, she didn’t want to break you that much. you were the best she’d ever had. you would be screaming her name again tonight, but right now you needed some aftercare.

jinx brushed the hair strands from your face and leaned in to kiss you deeply on the mouth, free hand still gripping your chin.

“i was going to kill you, but i found a much more promising use for you instead, toots.” she breathed out with her forehead against yours. “and i will not let them hurt you either, darling. nobody gets to kill you but myself. but i am not going to. not yet, at least, sweetheart. i wanna see how much further i can break you.”

❥๑TAGGING: @enforcermoss , @petitedeer , @ladylusts-world , @slutformommy793 , @mukurosbracup, @compressedwaterbottle.

#lesbian #arcane #arcane x reader #jinx #jinx x reader #jinx imagines #arcane netflix #league of legends #league of legends x reader #arcane women

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error4343 · 10 months

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After all those years of not having references, it's finally here... Let me present to you:

Fanon Skyvik timeline + bunch of my personal headcanons for their relationships!

To see actual timeline - click on image.

Before diving deeper: This timeline isn’t very well thought out and mostly based on headcanons, so there can and likely is huge divergence from the canonical timeline!

Pre-teen years

Viktor’s parents preferred him to play on the highest levels of Zaun so he wouldn't breathe Antresole's toxins. That's how he met Sky.

Nothing special happened in this period of time. Just two kids messing around, dreaming of becoming the greatest scientists of all Runeterra.

Their senior-assistant dynamic was firstly established, but not quite reinforced.

From early years Sky became protective over her friend. Viktor was (and reminds) not very happy about it, but in the harshness of Undercity protection was necessary.

Early puberty

Oh boy here we go, first romantic shenanigans.

It was time when Sky understood that she likes her friend not only as friend. It wasn't a serious romantic interest, more like “Omg he’s so cute”.

BUT BACK THERE IT WASN’T ONE SIDED!

Anyway, because of Sky’s shyness and Viktor’s fear to ruin their friendship, they never confessed their feelings to each other.

It was time when they both slowly, but steadily came to realize they’re not only into the opposite gender.

Teens

The most bitter-sweet moment in the timeline.

On one hand, those years were a peak for their friendship: both kinda lost their romantic interest, kept being supportive pals to each other and started to try to date someone.

Viktor even came up with the idea to set up their workshop so they can start to make money. So they did and it was a success.

On other hand: shit started to go down between Zaun and Piltover and also with their parents' health.

Even though they never wanted to leave their hometown, Viktor started to think if he could be more useful if somehow he gets into Academia, but for the time it was impossible due to ban of zaunits (it’s a pure hc).

Bridge rebellion & Aftermath

Suppression of Bridge’s rebellion was so horrifying, that the Council decided to lift zaunit’s ban in order to soften the edges. At the same time, due to the failure of the rebellion, inner conflicts started (hc: which led to a split between Silco and Vander).

But not only this: Viktor’s parents died due to smoke poisoning and Sky mother’s health began to worsen drastically.

Under the influence of despair from the failure of the uprising, the death of his parents and, in principle, the hopeless situation in Zaun, Vitya dares to leave the city and take advantage of the opportunity to enter the Academy.

During all of that stuff, both try to hold together their friendship and support each other, but despair ends up winning over Viktor.

Some time apart

Both are going through some shit: Sky - though struggles with life, Viktor - though nationalist intolerance and general struggles with adapting to Piltover.

Sky’s mom didn’t make it.

After 1-2 hard work in the Academy, Viktor proved himself as worthy for the dean assistant position, and, thanks to that, was able to help Sky get to the Academy too.

Act I

Even after reunion, relationships between those two never would be the same as it was in Zaun. But it would be more apparent in Act II.

At the same time, Sky’s romantic interest reincarnates, but this time it’s more mature and serious.

It was a time when Sky met Jayce!

Funny thingy: due to gap in age and education, Viktor became thesis supervisor of Sky (I’m sure it’s not one of the reasons why they never got so close again).

Act II

Вon't have headcanons for this part of their lives for obvious reasons, but keep the homemade reference anyway!

#arcane #arcane fanart #arcane series #arcane netflix #arcane headcanon #arcane art #arcane sky #arcane viktor #sky young #viktor arcane #skyvik #art #my art #funniest thing is that I made this giant piece to start another giant piece :")

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mollysunder · 2 months

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Was Seraphine Supposed to be Piltover's Jinx?

I think it's really interesting that on a meta level, Jinx and Seraphine are near complete opposites. I'm not even talking about the punk/pop, blue hair-pink eyes and pink hair-blue eyes contrast they've got. Both champions follow similar development beats that led to very different results. Let's compare the debut of these two champions. Jinx releases with a music video, the first of its kind done by Riot/Fortiche for a champion, just because they could. Before Jinx's official release, her debut was teased a with a clever marketing campaign where she vandalized the pages of related champions like Vi with her graffiti. With Jinx’s release was also a cleaner introduction of Zaun's aesthetic shift into punk street fashion that later champions like Ekko and Zeri would take on as well, without it being too jarring. By now it's inarguable to say that Jinx has not just been well received as a flagship champion for the region, but through Arcane, has become critically acclaimed.

Seraphine has a much messier history. You can argue she was created to be an idol champion before a Piltovan champion, hence why her design doesn't really match with Piltover's aesthetics. Seraphine debuted as a part of KDA, a pre-existing LoL virtual band, and her release was marketed with a months long interactive social media campaign. In the end, all it did was give Seraphine's character more negative attention to how tone deaf Seraphine's story actually was. Seraphine as a champion had to have her story rehabbed and slowly gain more positive attention from lol fans over time.

Even on a narrative level Jinx and Seraphine are trying to accomplish two very different things coming from divergent backgrounds. Now that Arcane's canon, we can say that Jinx is an orphan whose parents died for better conditions for Zaun. Years later Jinx ensures the full separation of the two city-states by kickstarting the war between the two.

In Seraphine's original story, she's born in Piltover to Zaunite parents that sold everything to make sure their kid has a chance for a better life. Seraphine wants to use her music to unite the two cities, but to do what exactly? What does unity mean when it's not between equals? Zaun broke off from Piltover for a good reason, and I can't see many eager join hands with them.

After all these years Jinx's character and story became further elevated and enmeshed in Riot's lore and Zaun's worldbuilding, but Seraphine's in limbo as her story will have to be reworked again to account for Arcane (tho thay might be welcome because it wasn't that great to begin with).

#league of legends #arcane #jinx arcane #jinx lol #seraphine lol #it really does feel like riot tried to do the same beats jinx had with seraphine #but just with piltover instead of zaun #they just missed bcuz the writing for piltover tends to be biased towards them so it has glaring blindspots in execution #they probably wanted to make seraphine the new face of piltover #but it didn't work out for her like it did jinx

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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year

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Pauper (Oneshot)

After the Zaunite Isles take their independence, there is some expectation of a high-born bride to sooth-away the remaining stings of the rebellion.

As a simple maid to a high-born lady, there are some expectations to follow every order given. Even the order to take her place, her name, her face... And her expected-betrothed.

If only there was an order not to fall in love. It would make thing all the more simpler.

Inspired by @designfailure56 lovely art, found HERE

Silco X F!Reader | Wordcount: 5674 | AO3

Princess & Pauper/Regency AU, drama, romantic tension, love, banter, flirting, romanticism, guilt, lying, identity-reveal, angst, internal conflict, soooooo self-indulgent

There was no uncertain-part within you, that withheld the knowledge that you were risking doom and heartbreak by following this command in its entirety.

Surely, all those under the rule of the reigning family knew full-well that their loyalty, their dedication was not to be faltering, nor was it to be questioned upon the granting of direct-order.

A part of you, however, still hosted rebel thoughts, and wished you had simply ran, the very-instant Lady Clara of Piltover summoned you alone to her chambers. A certainly rare-occasion, for her ladyship seemed eager to host a certain hatred for all aspects that reminded her of her status; from her loathing of balls, glaring-eye towards lovely gowns, and even having a certain annoyance for the leagues of servants waiting on her hand and foot.

Having been the one on hand-and-feet for your entire life, you couldn’t exactly sympathize with her.

And yet, bound by duty and pay, you came at her call, and found yourself at her door upon her summons. Being summoned-alone was not the detail that aroused any suspicions or dread.

It wasn’t until Clara grinned at you, with a smile sparkling in secrets, did you think to feel the hints of dread at the sight of a gown in hand, and a vial of dye in her other palm, whilst her own attire was inconspicuously common, hair colored in your own shade.

Before that night, when a maid of Lady Clara disappeared, and her Ladyship seemed oddly quieted the following morning, you had always giggled at the coincidence of visage, between proper lady, and proper-pauper.

Half a year after taking her place, you cursed the resemblance you shared with the woman. Sometimes, you even cursed your own face, for this deception would, inevitably, be the doom of you upon its discovery, a fact you felt in constant-mourning over...

"My lady."

You not only mourned the forthcoming loss of your employment. You also mourned the fact that this would, regardless of inevitable outcome, be the final night you could reasonably be-allowed in the company of the man calling for you. A man, who made your heart beat louder upon the simple act of rousing your attention from more anxious-thoughts.

A legendary captain of the local waters. A headache to the high-borns you work for, and who they worked for. A gentleman, in theory, with hands far-more calloused and bloodied than your own, in practice.

A king. The King of Zaun.

The man was a king, and yet, he called to you with all the reverence and respect as if it were you who wore the crown.

"My lady?"

"... Forgive me. I am extraordinarily horrid, being lost in thoughts," You murmur, in true apology, as you reach up to pinch the edge of the solid-gold mask. The masquerade-theme of this season’s ball, had been an idea set in place long-before you took on the more-daring mask of the Lady...

A seemingly innocent fact that made you wonder, how just how long her true Ladyship had plotted this, with your damning obedience and familiar-face in mind.

Soothing the gilded-gold into place across your eyes, you suffered a quietly-sharp inhale, before turning smoothly to your companion.

Your companion, and Clara’s betrothed.

The fact made your heart beat even-louder, and more painfully.

“Good-sir,” Managing a brilliant smile, you raised your hand delicately with the back of your gloved-knuckles extended. Relief blossomed warmly as he took no notice of your lack of hesitation, and instead stepped forward, dipping to brush lips across your hand. “You are quite late. I feared your absence.”

Silco, king of the freshly-independent Zaunite isles and waters, rose slowly back to his full-height, with a barely-noticeable curl on his thin-lips.

Half his face was shrouded in a mask that was entirely scandalous, and partially hellish - a joke, you imagine, but there is more fascination than humor as you study. The deep contours meld in colors of blood, of black, punctuated in sharp-curves and ending with an even sharper-horn near his temple.

His eye, always hidden behind a dark-patch, is barely-visible behind the severe mask and glints like a ruby born from obsidian.

“Forgive me, dear lady,” Silco mused slowly, voice a low rumble that eased deep into your bones, and roused you again from your thoughts. “I had other business that required attendance this evening, though, I know that does not surely forgive my tardiness.”

“I have already decided upon forgiveness for your transgression,” You assured him, smiling as he tilted his head to the side, his own brand of mirth clear in his bright-green eye.

“Are you certain? Such a sin as lateness is not a crime to be overlooked so readily, even by the most gracious and forgiving.”

“Yet you have been a perfect-gentleman in all other aspects. Surely leniency can be offered now, due your prior good behavior.”

The smile widens microscopically on his face, and your heart beats like a drum at the sight.

“Still, condolences are a necessity, in light of my own rude actions,” He notes, turning on his heel, and offering an elbow out to you. The red-eye of his gleams behind the devilish mask. “Walk with me?”

He hardly needed to ask. You’d walk with him every step, every minute, of every life, if you could be allowed to; but by the present circumstances, you knew it was an impossibility.

You knew that whatever fleeting affections you have for him, were indeed required to be fleeting. While the true Lady Clara did not divulge the details of her return, from whatever grand adventure she sought to avoid future-engagement, you knew entirely well that her boredom would return, and then so would she.

What became of you then, was still unknown. Mayhaps she would pay you greatly, and dismiss you even greater-distances away, or perhaps she would desire little evidence of her escape, and only the Gods would know of what became of that poor, missing maid from her service.

You did not think Lady Clara capable of such cruelty. But, still, you would have never thought she was capable of forcing you to play her part in the first place, so your expectations of her were quite out-of-sorts.

Regardless, one thing was clear: The real Lady Clara would return, someday sooner, rather than later.

She would dismiss the betrothal, or she would endure it. Mayhaps her forever-unsatisfied personality would clash with that of the man of Zaun, and the engagement would break on mutual-terms.

Regardless, upon her return, your companionship with Silco would be at its end. A relationship doomed from the start, destroyed the moment you were tasked into removing the mask, not just of the masquerade, but of this entire affair. It was not only expected, but a necessity, to avoid rousing suspicion or risking detection of the scheme, should he see a lowly-servant bearing the same face, same voice of her Lady.

Upon the real Lady Clara’s return, you would never be allowed to walk at Silco’s side again.

With that melancholy thought, you swallowed thick at the lump in your throat, and slid your arm through his elbow, before he grew more concerned at your extended-silences of thought. You already did too many of those. “I shall walk with you, always,” You assured him, smiling with the lie.

He smiled at the lie too, and your heart was beating so fast, you swore it began to crack inside its confines. You would not be surprised, when it did.

Arm in arm, he guided you away from the already faint bustling of the dance-hall, into the privacy of the gardens. This was not the first time such privacy was sought, for you spent many mornings after the imposed-deception out here among the roses and fountains. Solitude was a well-treasured gift, when one is playing imposter, but in the arm of a king, it feels like a twisted-version of a reward for all your efforts.

All the strain, the headaches, panic and worry melt-away as you’re guided further into the gardens, stars-shimmering brightly overhead as the breeze gently ghosts over you both, prompting your body to seek closer-shelter against his side.

“Had I known it would take only the touch of wind to guide you to my side...”

“I pray, my good sir, that you are not attempting to tease me!” You said, incredulous even as you bit back a chuckle. “And so soon after I showed forgiveness...”

“Ah, I am but a scoundrel of the worst-breed, according to the betters of both you and I, my lady. I’m astounded you have forgotten.”

“Probably because you are anything but, at least in my eyes and experience,” You said, tilting your head back to gaze up at him, the light of stars catching on the gold-contours of your mask, and offering a bright-gleam to your eyes behind them. “You have more-often been a delightful gentleman to accompany... a man worthy of a crown, dare I say.”

His footsteps come to a slow stop, his green eye gleaming as it gazes down to you. A simple tilt, and both mismatching eyes look down at you for a long moment, emotions seemingly nonexistent, or too well-buried for many to discern his exact-feelings, but ultimately, there’s a softness in his volume and eyes that is impossible to miss when he speaks to you.

“Do you dare say I am worthy of anything else, my lady?”

Breath catching within your lungs, you inhaled quietly, holding the air trapped within you as you continued to behold his rare gaze of tenderness - reveling in it, for Gods know how much longer you were allowed to be looked-at in such a way.

“I say you are worthy of it all, good sir,” You whispered, breathless. “And I shall pray you receive all that is worthy of you.”

This time, the softness at the edge of his vision could not be imagined, nor could the odd, determined glint that flashed in his red-eye... solidifying of some sort of resolve, mayhaps? What it truly signified, you were unsure, for his arm tightened around yours as he escorted the way towards a marble bench, laden with creeping-vines of concrete and stone.

“Many would disagree with such sentiment, darling.”

“There are not many who know you,” You countered as he sat you down upon the bench. The chill was momentary, for while his arm left you, there was only a beat before his hand was offered, one you took into your own silk-covered palm with a delicate squeeze of your fingers. “Half year’s time is long enough for one such as I to know what kind of man you are, and what you deserve, in my opinion.”

Silco hums, hand warm around yours, with thumb stroking slowly over the ridges of your knuckles. “Would you consider yourself to be a person who knows me well, then?”

“I would certainly hope,” You said, honestly, but assured nonetheless. Again, all meetings between the Zaunite Ruler and ‘Lady Clara’ had been done through masquerade, and through physical and metaphorical masks, of politeness and courtesy. An unspoken clause to Zaun’s independence, the Lady poses as a well-standing, well-suited match to further solidifying the trade deals and strengthening the bond between the nations.

It had been for duty, something which Clara seemed eager to avoid all her life.

Upon introduction, it was clear Silco cared for little-else in comparison. Pleasantries were surface-level, with even that first, cold brush of lips against your knuckles feeling superficial. A dullness in his gaze, a careful shield that you thought entirely impenetrable even with your smiles, more enthusiastic, borderline hysteric efforts to ensure the gentleman enjoyed the company of ‘Lady Clara.’

For the first handfuls of meetings, it seemed fruitless. A man contented at performing his duty and little else, he had only been polite, and you had only felt more and more unsuited for the role-assigned to you.

You didn’t know this man at all, and truly believed that you never would.

Then, he mentioned a daughter.

Offhanded, brief and few-details beyond her passion for tinkering, but you had latched onto that information like a life-line, presenting the hope for salvation in the form of a top-line kit, paid with most of your previous-wages, with a smile as radiant as the sun at the next dance.

Expressing hopes that it would inspire the enjoyment of his tinkering-daughter, it had only earned his silence for the night, and you thought all the efforts were wasted.

But the reward came slow, steadily after. A walk in the gardens the following gathering, discussions growing more personable, less-plain, with even half-hidden eyes gazing at you with a shifting-light in the green depths, and glints of red beyond the mask/

You came to know Silco.

Not entirely, and perhaps you would never fully know the man, but he had come to know ‘Clara’ enough, that only another month of evening-gatherings came to pass, before the treaty of Zaun and Piltover was subtly-solidified when he referred to you as his ‘betrothed.’

“Lost in thought again, I presume?” The stern-edge to his voice was betrayed by the faint smirk on his lips when your eyes flashed back up to him, away from the edge of your ornate-skirt you had been worrying with your free-hand. “You look like you’re struggling with a puzzle in your mind.”

“You are indeed a headache to decipher,” Teasing, your own smirk softening with another slow-passing of his thumb over your knuckles, following an amused hum. “But despite this, I will not retract my earlier statement. Despite the mysteries, I consider you a man worthy of the crown, and all else that should pass. I shall pray it only ever be-good, from this moment on.”

“And what of you?”

Your breath caught; only partially for the subtle tightening of his fingers around your own.

Silco only smiled, leaning down to loom over you, but your heart clenched only for other-reasons besides fear.

“Do you think yourself worthy, sweet betrothed of mine?”

No, was the immediate, and true answer to such a question.

In your heart, as it sits, and wants, and awaits being-broken inside your chest, you knew all-too well that it was honest, despite the deception you had played. No-more were you worthy of him than if you still wore the attire of a maid in-truth - done-away with the gold and finery, and facing him as one amongst the lowest of the low.

That alone was enough to taint your deservingness, the deception-besides only solidifying the fact that you were unsuited, illegitimate to even be in consideration for the role of betrothed.

“Mayhaps I ought to pray for good-things to come to you as well,” Silco murmurs, gazing down into your eyes as his other-hand stretches up. The next-breath is released in a shudder, as his ebony-silk gloves touch at your cheekbone, temple, before soothing back wayward hairs - in the shade of the true Lady Clara - from your face. “If not because you deserve them, then because we shall soon be bound in matrimony. All good things to you, shall be good unto me.”

“Then I apologize in advance.”

“Do not. I am content to take the good, and the horrid, in-stride alongside you.”

Said so plainly, so matter-of-factly... you wondered if he was trying to break your heart, or if it was simply his basic-nature to do so, without even being aware of it.

“Careful, good sir,” You murmur, quiet enough that the sound of your voice-cracking goes unawares. “Or I'd accuse you of loving me.”

“A vile accusation.”

Your face grows cold in the night-air as his palm leaves your face, but warmth returns in abundance, as the man sits at your side. As risque as he dared, gloved hand slipped behind you and around, settling on your waist-side as his fingers splayed at your skin, tapping at one of the bones of your corset.

It brought you closer to his side, and even closer to his lips, as he murmured against the crown of your head, “Vile, but truth is so often an ugly thing, isn’t it?”

Hands curled into your thickly-layered skirts as you tucked your chin down. “Yes,” you whispered, guilt and delight mingling as a single, troubled entity inside you. “The truth is ugly.”

Silence reigned between you. Outwardly, there was peace between you, but inside of your heart was a swirling hurricane, the shrieking of distressed-winds only barely held-back behind your teeth, along with swirls of lies...

You feared its release as the silence drew on, his warm breath stirring at your falsely-coloured hair in the blissful, terrible silence, before he filled the air with smooth words instead, “Are you happy, with our engagement?”

Gods, you would be.

You could be, if it was truly a marriage between yourself, and him. Knowing it was for him and Lady Clara, however, made you anything but. “I am the most delighted,” You assured him, tone betraying the words, but a practiced smile balancing out lies with truth. “Such a union would make any woman pleased, and I, am certainly pleasured.”

“I am glad,” He said, speaking each syllable and letter in a low-harmony, that inspired you to lean closer, perhaps more than appropriate, against his chest. Silco’s hand tightened, enough to make you draw breath at the touch of his fingertips pressing into your side... the air all came out of you in a rush, when next he spoke, “We can marry tonight, should you wish it, darling.”

Tonight. Tonight?

Suddenly his hands felt too warm, and breath, even warmer and smelling faintly of spiced smoke, closed-in against your ear as he spoke in a whisper, smooth and rushed like a wave over what remained of your good-senses, “My ship lies in the harbor - the reason for my tardiness. We could be wed by moonrise, untouchable at sea by dawn, in Zaun by tomorrow’s twilight... and from there, bound for life, then eternity, if we are so lucky.”

Your heart breaks, and comes alive at the mere thought. Enough to reinvigorate you to at least attempt to speak at the wonderful, horrible plan.

“I-”

Fingers soothing over the ribs of your corset, somehow you froze even further when you felt the subtle smile against the curve of your ear. “Grand-ceremony is something neither you nor I desire... Piltovian grandeur is something you-yourself claim to disdain, I seem to recall.”

Only because you knew the work that went into it. The fair-share of Piltovian weddings of high-class were backed by days upon days of labor, sore hands and boneless exhaustion ignored for the sake of grand-ceremony, often lasting mere hours. Always thankless, even under the guise of your Lady, you found increasing discomfort at allowing the maids you worked alongside to do your bidding, something you had confessed in-confidence to the man not long-ago.

He remembered, and seemed to admire you for it. Enough to make concessions on your behalf.

“Y-yes, but,” You swallowed, suddenly feeling light, perhaps even faint. “There... There is the matter of paperwork. And surely the treaty-”

“-Would be satisfied. As I can promise you, you would so-soon be as well.”

You are no longer prepared to faint, but to absolutely swoon at such implications, paired with the hints of a roguish-smirk on the Zaunites face, brushing the tip of your ear whilst his fingers petted lightly at your ribcage.

Still. “My parents...”

“...Do you honestly want them in-attendance? They hardly seem to know you, my lady.”

“Do you still wish for it? To marry me?” Ever confident, always composed, the man without a crown says it almost simply. Any other would think his tone flippant, with what great-ease he exhibits when speaking the question.

And thank the Gods for it, or this deception would’ve been doomed from the very start. Your heart still races, from the fact that you want to say yes, when everything hinges on the fact that you say no.

A slow exhale, shocked-nerves crackling with both dread and want, becoming soothed at the barest touch. “Silco, I...”

But you know him enough that his simple question is far from simple, and his tone, flippant and easy, does not reflect the hesitation you know he truly feels.

You shouldn’t. It was not something meant for you, no matter how appealing it sounded, but- “I... of course, but I cannot-”

“My lady, you are being entirely contradicting of yourself. For your sake, perhaps I would suggest honesty?”

He sounds... entirely earnest. Calming, patient, like a hunter soothing a cornered-animal, which is too perfect an analogy for the way your heart feels ready to race from your very chest, every nerve sparking with the desire to run.

Run deeper into his grasp, or run away - you are unsure, and with his knuckles strumming lightly against your skin, his attempts to comfort you are both a blessing, and a curse to your heart’s desires.

You want him. He isn’t yours to want.

Both thoughts swirl and swirl, turning and turning, on and on - until Silco says your name, and you, like the hunted, give in to the instinctive urge to simply escape.

Not one to keep you trapped, the arm slides from around you, freeing your body from a cage, but entrapping your wrist in a smaller, subtler one when you attempt to stand. “Darling-”

“Forgive me, I-... I know it is in my duty, but I cannot-”

Silco says your name, again, and then, at last, you realize what he said:

He said your name.

He said your name, and not the name of Lady Clara.

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ye-local-simp · 2 years

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Hello, I am the one requesting a Toph reader, I love it. If it's not too much trouble, can I make another request? But if that's too much, you can ignore my request of course ^^ May I ask how the leaders would react if the reader told them about his life when he lived in Zaun? (From the Arcane series) It would be after the overblot when there is already trust between them.

History. (Sorry for the spoiler if you didn't see Arcane): After the Zaunite uprising against the Piltovians and ending up losing, leaving several dead, Reader is orphaned as a child but is adopted by Vander, she is an adoptive sister and friend of Vi, Powder, Milo and Clagor, and also from Ekko. … The reader is the same age as Vi in the first act (14 or 16)… after the incident and with the death of Clagor, Mylo and Vander. The reader falls into some garbage bags and before losing consciousness sees Vi being arrested by a Piltover soldier and Silco approaching Powder with his companions, only to pass out and have a strange dream that takes her to the world of the twisted country of the wonders. Sorry if it's too much, but I was excited about the idea, but like I said, you can ignore the request if it's problematic.

Don't worry about it being too much! I actually enjoy answering requests as long as they are appropriate for me! Also sorry but I only do 5 characters now so I will just write for the first 5 dorm leaders in the order of the Game sequence. Another thing is the pronouns you are using, since you are using he pronouns, i will assume that its a male reader. By the way, you can be honest with me and change the details of this request if it isnt up to your standards! I really don't mind!😊😊

[S/o telling the dorm leaders about their life in

Zaun]

[RIDDLE,LEONA,AZUL,KALIM,VIL]

Riddle:

-Feels super guilty after hearing your backstory.

-Especially after hurting you from his overblot.

-Even though Riddle had a hard life himself and was basically told what to do and what to say by his very controlling mother, he could never imagine a life without his mother.

-And knowing that you didn't have parents anymore made him feel a bit more grateful of his life.

-Riddle isn't dumb and is actually aware that not everyone is financially fortunate like the royalty, but the fact that it was you who also lived this kind of life made it more upsetting.

Leona:

-He also knows poverty very well because of Ruggie.

-Even though he may come across as cold,he does have a soft spot for you.

-But he is a lot softer with you since your past seems to be way too traumatic for someone like you.

-His magicless herbivore.

-He might even give up a few naps to make sure you are comfortable and protected (by yours truly of course).

-Mostly because he felt responsible for your wellbeing after his overblot.

-He would also just give you money so you can live life a bit more comfortably that you used to.

Azul:

-As a capitalist, he already is 100% aware of poverty but he does get really upset when he finds out that you lived in a similar circumstance.

-Plus you were orphaned at an age like that, he just couldnt imagine having a life without his mother so to hear your trauma does make him feel deep sympathy.

-On top of that, he hurted you during his Overblot which probably just added to your trauma which he knows is definitely not very benevolent.

-But he does step up.

-As in, he will treat you very greatly and make sure that you are always comfortable and would even give up some money for you.

-He will probably ask for permission to take you out of campus to meet his mother since he figured that if you are family to him, then the two of the people he loves should meet.

-He would even ask the Tweels to also act as your bodyguards too.

Kalim:

-He is clueless but at the same time really sympathetic for you.

-Let alone it being a very close friend and maybe even a love interest.

-He never realised that there were actually places and people that really suffer from problems like being orphaned and poverty because he was always so rich.

-(Mostly since Jamil and his family filtered that out for him).

-He would definitely try hard to make you feel like you a part of something and is always happy to financially help whether it is important or not.

-He just wants to share the luxury that he grew up with, with you.

Vil:

-Even though he technically didn't overblot, he did feel responsible for the pain the overblot caused you since he was so blind with Jamil and felt like he didn't try hard enough to defend you at that time.

-He's speechless.

-Mostly because he doesnt know how to respond and he feels super guilty since he even attacked you during his overblot.

-He had always lived in a comfortable life so to hear that you lived in such a conflicted city made him see you pretty much differently.

-He wants to protect you of his own free will.

-He has to thank you since you sharing you life experience was such an eye opener to him.

-You were orphaned at an age where you were meant to have enjoyed your youth a lot more while he still had his dad.

-Now he is bent on giving you a luxurious life so expect him to treat you like a king.

P.S. To the person who requested this I decided to not write about the part where the reader falls on the garbage bags because it was difficult for more to write as a person who hasnt watched Arcane, so my understanding of the concept and characters are really bad. But i decided to write about the difficult life in Zaun. I hope this is okay with you!!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #dorm leaders x reader

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insane-arcane · 1 year

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Just read your Yandere Jinx story and it was so good. Are you gonna do other yandere characters as well? If you are may I request Mel. I don't see a lot of fics for her but I love her. Jinx and Caitlin would be cool as well. Those 3 are my biggest crushes in Arcane lol. Anyway love your blog man, keep doing what you're doing.

Yandere Mel Headcannons

Growing up in war leaves a person scarred in ways you could never imagine unless you'd lived through the same war. You are a random Nobel, a dime a dozen in Piltover. Just another prestigious name in a city flooded with them. Someone with a bright future because your parents can buy it and not because you've earned it. And yet there's something about you. Something that really intrigues and pulls Mel in. And as someone who's learned to follow the signs she follows them to you. And you do not disappoint.

Mel knows when she wants something. And when she wants something she obsesses over it. Obsesses over you. With her connections and inquiring nature no one even blinks an eye as she casually asks questions, thinking it's another social call or something similar. She's good at hiding her true intentions and better at masking when she's up to something. After all one must be sneaky to win a prize.

She has a bold attitude and a sly tongue. She'll shyly brush her fingers over your shoulders in a gentle touch to get your attention when others are around before pinning you to a wall and taking what she thinks she's owed when your alone. Every kiss she's given and any kiss she takes feels like heaven against her lips. And she wants more. She wants all of you.

Mel channels her emotions through painting and politics. All of her paintings start to become focused on you. Your hair, your lips, your nose, your eyes, your face and body, the things that interest you, the things you've shared with her in private moments. All of it becomes immortalized in her work as you become her soul muse, the center of her infatuation. You have no idea she's like this either as she keeps these master pieces locked up so only she can enjoy their beauty.

If there's one thing she's learned from her mother after being cast out, it's how to be the fox and the wolf. She's a wolf behind closed doors keeping any and all other suitors away from you. Making threats and using her connections in unsavory ways to keep you safe. And Infront of others she becomes a fox. Intelligent, coy, and playful. Her influence, her power, her abilities, she's using them all for you. You should be greatful she could have picked anyone but she chose you. While she doesn't believe in the old gods or fate perhaps she'll make an exception for you.

She gives you gifts both as a way of showing she can support you and showing others that you are hers. Filling your closet and home with gifts from her as well as having beautiful guest rooms prepared for you in her several homes. She surrounds you in lavish items that very few can afford, only the absolute best for you. Jewelry, fine silks and outfits, books, soaps, perfumes, wine, tickets to shows and events, gala meetings, furniture, connections, antiques, magical items, things from her travels, anything and everything you could ever want or need she's one step ahead of you when it comes to getting it.

While she's not always possessive trusting that she's secured her place in your life and that she holds your heart she has her moments. When other people can't take the hint. During galas and events when someone begins talking to you in a way she doesn't like she snakes her arms around you and is so sweet, so gentle, as her eyes glare daggers at the person daring to try and take you.

She loves to see her claim on you. The way the jewelry she bought you hangs from your neck and wrists jangling lightly. She'll spin the bangles and pull on your necklace teasingly. Mel also loves to nuzzle into your neck and smell the perfumes and soaps she got you on your skin. And she loves to taste the rich food and wine she bought you on your lips. Nothing tastes sweeter than you and knowing your all hers.

She becomes less secretive of your relationship as she buys you more things. It becomes very clear very quickly to everyone around you that you and her are an item even if you haven't formally discussed it. The touches get more intimate and more public, your shared passion and love burning bright for all to see. While the relationship happened quickly Mel is good at soothing your worries and quelling your fears. You don't remember when you went from distant acquaintances, to friends, to something much more but she simply kisses these thoughts away, using her touch to soothe you. She tells you every day how much you mean to her and how she wants to be with you forever. How you're the only one for her and she's the only one for you.

This is when her manipulative side comes out and when you start to see the wolf hiding behind the fox. If you try and distance yourself from her you realize it's much too late for that. She'll tell stories and spread rumors if she must. Either about you or others who you'd reach out to for help. She makes these lies dig themselves deep into your mind and others. She knows who to keep you away from, who's safe and who isn't. Just stay by her side and she'll protect you. Stay by her side and you'll need nothing ever again. It's terrifying truly facing the intensity of your relationship and how she feels but there's something safe and comfortable about it as well. Mel has trained you well and when you wake up with a ring on your finger you realize you'll be together forever. No one can stop her not even you.

#yandere arcane #yandere mel #mel x reader #arcane mel #arcane mel x reader #yandere arcane x reader

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oreo-oro-orero · 6 months

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Thought I could expand on the Ekko and Jinx obsession idea I posted a while back.

Jinx originally started listening to Ekko just after her third year of middle school, back then he only did covers of other songs and he didn't start making original ones until her first year of highschool and she was his first follower on soundcloud

Ekkos music has helped Jinx through a lot and it helps calm her when she has one of her episodes and after Silco was arrested and given life in prison after he graduation, her listening only increased and she found herself becoming even more of a fan then she already was.

Jinx owns "The Firelight Collection" which is a collection of four specially crafted vinyl records which held the all four of the albums Ekko released in the span of a year for his Firelight event, she has one of the only 10 sets available and she is very protective of it making sure no one touches it and she cleans and polishes it semi-daily

Jinx has an Instagram account where she posts graffiti art and Ekko is one of her followers. He follows her on a alt account and has some limited edition merch she sold a year ago, he wears it to bed and it's his favorite shirt. He also owns a couple of other pieces of her merch such as a lamented poster of one of her popular posts which is a multi colored picture of a cartoon monkey painted on a billboard in a well known part of piltover.

One of the only things Jinx dislikes about Ekkos career is the reputation he has for being sort of ladies man or boy toy and she would find herself getting viciously angry reading the tabloids and articles that claimed this often leading to her sending very colorful worded messages to the reporters and writers of those articles.

#timebomb

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wiroxi · 1 year

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I'm delusional so this is a small essay on why I think my really self indulgent poly ship would work (sorry in advance if there are any grammar mistakes:P)

Lux/Cait/Sera/Jinx/Gwen essay

(lightcannon) It all started with lux/jinx it works for obvious reasons star guardian and you really got me going music video XD

(sonic boom) then there is Sera/jinx jinx has been through so much pain and trauma that she deserves love and affection but most importantly understanding. Sera didn't experience anything even close to what jinx has been through but she can feel what she feels and help her with understanding all those emotions. also jinx could build something for her to help with the noise and they probably would just build stuff together. Also they both kinda hear voices.

(pistolwhip) With Cait/jinx it depends on where they star as enemy's or strangers but no matter with one it is they just have a lot in common they always wanted to be understood, they where outcasts and only had one friend to relay on. Both of them like guns and at the beginning of the series powder just wanted to help, it didn't change it's just who she's helping and with what means.

Gwen/jinx is very similar to Sera/jinx Gwen can see people for what they really are not the masks they put on she help jinx with her emotions and she can also offer an escape, Because she travels so much she can take jinx to many places meet other people with similar problems like her's and sometimes just help her forget (even if just for a second) all the bad things that she's seen and done.

Now the others

(Shining star)Lux/Cait I like to think they know eachother not really well they talked on some party's but since they hate who they really are for the public image. But one day them and Jinx meet and Jinx just brings out the real them they see how beautiful the other is when honest and it helps being more honest with both themselves and others so they bond over that they can help eachother be more open show their true selves without fear because why care what people think when you have your loves

(laze show) Sera/Lux work really well even with the "lux is crazier" tag Sera did fall for jinx at this point it's a plus. Sera can help lux with all her bottled up emotions and her fear of her own magic while lux can help with Sera's so she has better control and it all can be a bit more quiet. Also their characters would just fit they would definitely lean on to earth other.

Sera/Cait is a interesting one because Cait is Sera's fan and would be freaking out at first but as they would get to know eachother she would be less fangirlie and as she was being more herself around her I think Sera would start to admire and maybe slowly fall in love with Cait's passion and drive to achieve her goals. And Cait loves Sera's determination, how she cares so much and how she knows to make a visible change between the people of Piltover and Zaun

Gwen was the hardest to tie to all of them and honestly only had a good one for Lux. I mostly worked of of voice lines and Gwen is kinda a bad bitch

Gwen/Sera "A stage, a voice, is that really all you are?" "A pretty voice, Seraphine. What a shame that's all you were." I will just ignored the second voice line cuz as I said Gwen really sees people for who they are so she knows that there is more to her then just her perfect idol

(golden thread) Gwen/lux just like with jinx Gwen sees lux's pain, fear and the way she hides who she really is. Gwen want's her to understand her pain and work on it instead of hiding it "You seem happy, Lux, but you know pain too. Why deny it?" "No running from pain, Lux. Next time, shine through it."

(royal blues) Gwen/Cait this is just an idea but maybe Gwen could help Cait not to break her back working, and that she should enjoy her life because there are wonderful things in it and she's missing that because her overwork (this is a suggestion from people on a discord server and I just loved it too much)

So that all was honestly expecting it to be longer XD stay healthy drink some water and have a good night or a nice day

Also I need ship names for the rest of them

I ALMOST GOT A SKIN LINE WITH ALL OF THEM I'M CRYING

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Damn, I can't stop asking you to create something new! Well, really, what you're doing is... awesome! Please, can I offer you another idea? Viktor x Fem!Reader, who has wings. But the wings are not ordinary. They look like a hologram, but Reader can fly. Her wings are the size of archangels. Very big. They cannot be felt because they are intangible. By the way, Reader's father is just an archangel who descended from heaven to live an ordinary human life, but he retained his abilities. Reader inherited her wings from her father, but since her mother is a human, the wings do not have a physical shell. Reader's nicknames are "techno angel", "archangel". She works as a scientist. I would like to see a romantic relationship between Viktor and Reader, as well as Viktor's acquaintance with her father. Thank you very much!

(Hey! Thank you for requesting and I love your ideas! My asks are open now so feel free to request! Thank you for liking my writing enough to request! I sure can, Enjoy!)

Viktor x Archangel Reader

Viktor at first thought your wings were fake

Or part of a machine you were making

Since y'know, they look like a hologram and you were a scientist

He once asked you about them but you told them they were real

He was pretty skeptical

You offered him to put his hand through them and he did

He was pretty amazed by them

Even if they were fake they were amazing

He asked a ton of questions about them

He was astonished by how big your wings were

When he saw and learned you could fly for the first time

Ngl he had to take a few to adjust

He was actually stunned

Like he had never seen anyone fly before

Which he hadn't

Not even in the Undercity growing up

You weren't like what he has seen in Piltover or in the Undercity

So that is what drew him to you in the first place

Curiosity

He wanted to know the whole story on why exactly you had wings

That specifically couldn't be felt

Just seen and being able to fly with them

After you both got together is when he actually starting asking those questions

You also once asked him if you could fly him around

Never again

He would like to live

Thank you

He knew the story about how your mother was human and your father was a archangel

But he was still curious on how your father was able to keep his abilities

So when he met your father

Of course he was respectful as always

But he did ask questions about his wings

Which were actually physical

And your father was happy to answer his questions

Your mother loves Viktor

Even if y'all broke up

(Which will never happen)

He's her favorite boyfriend of yours by far

Your father and Viktor are quite good acquaintances

The longer you and Viktor are together the more he and your father will become closer

He was actually very shocked and astonished your dad came from heaven

Viktor was never a real firm believer in that stuff

So hearing that is actually quite cool

He wanted to hear more about it from your father

He likes hearing the story on your father coming from heaven to live a human life

And meeting your mother and the story all together

Your father is quite happy with your choice to be with Viktor

#arcane headcanon #arcane reader #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor x you #viktor arcane #arcane viktor #arcane reader insert #viktor arcane x reader

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kikiiswashere · 2 years

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Unfinished

Summary: You convince Silco to have from adult-stress-relieving-time. It doesn't go as planned.

Pairing: Silco/GN!Reader, established relationship, no use of y/n

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT

Word count: 3.5K

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You had finally convinced Silco to step away from work at a reasonable hour. You were exceedingly pleased with yourself.

And relieved.

You both knew that after . . . disposing of Vander, taking control of the Lanes would not be an easy feat. Made even more complicated when Silco (surprisingly) insisted on keeping the small, blue-haired child he had found wreathed in flames at the ruined cannery. You were doubtful a child could (should?) fit into the lifestyle laid before the both of you – one rife with danger, violence, seediness, and moral ambiguity. But you couldn’t bring yourself to question him. Even if you were the one person who could get away with such a thing.

So, the little one came along. And added a very complex layer to an already lofty endeavor.

There were the expected trials. Starting the Shimmer trade in the Lanes, as well as expanding its production with larger, more fruitful mines. Solidifying the necessary relationship with the Enforcer Marcus who was to be the new Sheriff. Rallying the Chem-Barons, squabbling mess that they were.

Then there were the less anticipated items. You and Silco knew there would be push back when he usurped Vander’s unspoken throne. The amount, though, was off-putting. It took longer to convince, coerce, and kill to firmer ground than anticipated. But Silco got there. Of course he did. However, keeping it also took more presence and man-power than previously expected.

Taking over The Last Drop was a hard-won battle, but imperative to solidifying Silco’s reign. Once procured, though, managing and maintaining the establishment was taxing. Lucrative though it was becoming, with its Shimmer bar that funneled coin right back into the machine, it still needed to be run. Staff. Inventory. Scheduling. Repairs. Every mundane, but essential, thing that kept The Drop flowing.

Then there was Jinx, as she became to be known.

Sweet, little (chaotic) Jinx.

You had not expected child rearing to be in the cards for you and Silco. Zaun was needy enough. And yet, there you both were, stumbling through something akin to parenthood. You knew why he kept her. You didn’t necessarily approve of the projection, but you knew. You understood. He, this Silco, was born of betrayal and water, a sopping, bloody mess when you pulled him from the banks of the Pilt. She, of abandonment and fire, lifted from the ash in Silco’s capable arms.

He needed her.

You needed him.

You all ended up needing each other.

You adored the girl. She was bright, crafty, sweet and funny. A bit odd. She softened Silco – granted, only behind closed doors where you and she were allowed to witness – in a way that bolstered his resolve for the cause. It had been a long time since you had seen the bright, hopeful blaze in his teal eye. For years, it had only been the angry, hateful, vengeful flicker of the dead one. You were glad to see it again.

The hope hadn’t waned, life just plodded on in the challenging way it did.

Gang disputes that needed quelling. Egos that needed soothing (or knocking down a peg, depending). Shimmer that needed producing and distributing. Reports that needed writing, reviewing, and approving. Finances that needed laundering. Bums that needed shake-downs. Payroll that needed issuing.

And, of course, whatever bullshit wrench Piltover decided to through into the Undercity.

Recently, it had been a big one.

The details weren’t widely known yet, but some big tower was being erected near the port. Rumor was that some pencil-pushing egg-heads at the Academy had figured out a way to speed up the travel of airships. Or some such. It would strengthen Piltover’s current trade agreements and cement new ones.

It would leave the Undercity further behind.

Silco chomped his cigars more than he smoked them, and chugged his bourbon more than he sipped it. And he spent hours upon hours harassing Marcus and corresponding with far-off lands about new trade routes for Shimmer. He didn’t sleep. The bed you shared got cold.

Then there was Jinx. It had been a few years since the incident at the cannery, and she was in full teenager mode. There were still overtones of the small odd-ball girl you took in, but her sweet demeanor gave way to sad and sour mood swings that left her insecure, clingy, distant, irritated, and teary-eyed.

She began pushing boundaries and actively antagonizing workers she didn’t care for (namely Sevika). More than once, you or Silco had to step in and head off Jinx-created conflicts between her and whichever employee she had set her sights on that day. You tended to handle these occurrences with a fair amount of diplomacy, whereas Silco openly favored his adoptive daughter.

It was exhausting. And, despite having been teenagers yourselves, worrying to you and Silco at times. Especially when she seemed to be muttering emphatically to herself and jumping at things that only she seemed to see.

You and Silco both knew that the life you both had committed to wouldn’t be easy, but these recent developments had been particularly straining. Which was why you were so relieved when he accepted your hand and suggestion to retire to your bedroom for the day. You’d been trying call him away at a reasonable hour for two-weeks straight, and tonight he finally relinquished.

It had been weeks since he slept at your side. Weeks since you had indulged in each other. You missed him, and you knew he missed you. And what better way to relieve some stress?

You were down-right giddy as you guided him to the bed, blanketing yourself over him as he reclined onto the pillows. Your lips were quick to land on his, slanting across his mouth, kissing deeper than you had in too long. His scarred lips were slow and solid against yours, tongue sweeping against your own. A small moan arced at the back of your throat, excited to welcome him in. His large, lithe hands wove into your hair and held your face to his as he insistently tasted the inside of your mouth.

Silco’s hands loosened their grip slightly and you took advantage, trailing kisses across his mouth, his jaw, to that spot underneath his ear where you gave a lick and a harsh suck. A small gasp blew from the man beneath you, and his body involuntarily arched up into yours. Your lips curled into a satisfied smirk against his neck and continued your journey down towards his collarbones, your fingers nimbly undoing his tie and the top buttons of his shirt as you went. His hands trailed from your hair to skirting your waist and hips in tingle-inducing circles. A sharp nip to Silco’s collarbone had him jolt into your body again, his fingertips flexing firmly into the meat on your hips.

“Easy, my Lovely,” he rasped, throat vibrating against your forehead.

Again, you smirked against his skin. You gave the faint teeth marks you left a small peck before returning to his mouth, planting a deep, languidly-paced kiss there. Silco pressed his lips to yours, his head raising off the pillows to meet you better. You rolled your hips against his, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat that he pushed into your mouth with his tongue. Silco’s hands slid from your hips to your ass, squeezing it and pressing your groin firmly against his. You were ecstatic and insanely turned on to be greeted with a familiar firmness.

It was your turn to groan, your hands sliding up the sides of Silco’s head and fisting in the longer hair on top. You felt him tense and immediately relax at the inadvertent scalp massage, his lips parted from yours in a soft sigh. You took the opportunity to lift yourself off of his slender frame and turned yourself around to unfasten and slip off his boots. Your eyes giddily darted to the straining tent of his quattro-button pants, and bit your bottom lip, saliva pooling under your tongue.

Typically, foreplay between you two was erotically and torturously dragged out. Mainly by Silco’s doing. Despite having been together for several years now, he still enjoyed pulling you through a hot, molasses-slow preamble. Ravishing, worshipping, and devouring you before the main event. Often pulling at least one climax out of you before carnally coming together. You thoroughly relished it, knowing it was one of his ways of expressing the utmost love and adoration he had for you – to make sure you felt good and taken care of. He always made it abundantly clear that your pleasure was important and prioritized.

Although, you knew that his motivations for extended foreplay weren’t entirely altruistic. Hearing the sounds he could pull out of you and watching the shapes his attentions contorted your body into with just his mouth or fingers were a huge ego-boost, as well as a turn on. It made him feel powerful.

But tonight, you weren’t sure if you could stand to slog through a drawn-out foreplay session, pleasurable though it might be. It had been too long since your last coupling, and frankly you just wanted to fuck. You just wanted Silco to hold you while completely nestled within you, so you could feel him everywhere. You knew he would make you cum, but honestly that really didn’t matter to you at the moment. You just needed to have him.

You chucked his boots and socks and those stupid (but somehow sexy?) garters across the room before spinning back around and crashed your lips back against his. Your teeth clacked together. He growled, you snickered. Silco gripped the sides of your face and pried your jaw apart with his mouth, his tongue plundering your own as your hands traveled down to the buttons and straps of his waistcoat.

It was a fairly new article of clothing. One that you admitted did many things for you. One being trying your goddamn patience as your fingers fumbled against its several closures.

Once it was open, Silco shot up causing you to muffle a surprised utterance against his mouth. He helped you shuck the vest off, and you tossed it to the side. Your lips found the pulse on his neck again as your fingers went back to the buttons of his burgundy dress shirt, hurriedly yanking them through their slots. The kisses you were planting and sucking against his neck were getting ragged and sloppy with anticipation. The fire in you only further stoked by the miniscule whines you could hear occasionally escaping the back of Silco’s throat.

You ripped the final button from its home, but before you could pull the shirt off his shoulders, Silco bucked up into you. Your head was thrown back from the crook of his neck and harsh yelp tore through your lips as his stiff bulge rubbed against your arousal with dizzying friction.

Silco took advantage of you being distracted to tug the hem of your shirt up, stripping it over your head and tossing it aside. He lurched forward and wrapped kiss-swollen lips around your nipple. You and arched your chest into his face as one of his hands splayed across the space between your shoulder blades, holding you firmly to him. His other hand delved between you both and began fussing with the buttons of your trousers.

Your hands fisted in his hair as the last button of you fly was breached, and he swiped an exploratory finger against your arousal. You cried out and shuddered. You were too fucking pent up and worked up.

“Fuck,” you hissed through clenched teeth when he did it again. Your hips rocked back and forth, seeking out more.

Yanking his head off your chest, you used your grip in his hair to turn his face up to you. You kissed him like you wanted to eat him, jaw stretched almost painfully wide. You continued to rut your crotch against his as he escaped from your kiss and brought the blunt edges of his teeth to your other nipple. You choked out something that may have a word, maybe his name, as your body convulsed.

Suddenly, Silco flipped you over, back bouncing against the mattress. He pulled his lips away from the hardened peak of your nipple with a soft pop and sat back on his haunches. His lust addled gaze found yours briefly before reaching for the waist line of your pants and pulling them and your undergarments off in one swift tug. You felt your thighs twitch when both teal and orange eyes land on the sight of your sex. Your gaze dropped to his crotch, his manhood straining at the paneling of his trousers, a telltale dark, wet spot forming at the tip of the tent.

You looked back to his face and rubbed your thighs together.

“Sil,” you whispered hoarsely, tongue heavy and stupid with lust, “please.”

Mercifully, he pulled the front panel of his pants down, the four buttons snapping sharply. It was your turn to sit up, your hands helping him pull his trousers and underthings down. Once hurled away, you greedily took his erection in your hand and kissed him. You gently stroked up and down his length a couple times, using the precum that had gathered at the tip as lubricant. You felt him moan against your mouth. Your eyes were closed, but you could hear how his teal eye fluttered shut. He bucked into your hand and you made a satisfied noise at the back of your throat.

Good. It seemed he was also aching for the main event. Quickly you dipped down and took his cock in mouth and gave a few cursory sucks and bobs just to lube him up more – you didn’t want him to waste more time thinking you needed to be prepped. Silco moaned quietly, resting his hands atop your head as you worked.

Perhaps sooner than he would’ve cared for, you detached your mouth from him, and laid back against the pillows. You took his wrists a guided him to hover over you, your legs spreading to welcome him in. He rested on top of you, his forearms bracketing your head as your hands slid up his triceps and shoulders. You canted your hips up slightly and let out a shuddering breath as you felt the head of his cock bump against your entrance. Silco caught your breathy exhale with a deep kiss, and brought one of his hands between your bodies to guide himself in.

One smooth stroke was all it took, to finally settle into the feeling you had been craving for weeks. The feeling of fullness, of connection. The feeling of knowing only you got Silco like this. It made you feel . . . powerful. You gasped into his mouth at the long-awaited sensation of him and wrapped your arms around his upper back, pressing your lips fiercely against his. He met you with equal fervor.

You experimentally flexed around him and he grunted. As he drew back, you hiked your thighs up onto his hips and crossed your ankles at his lower back. It wasn’t the sauciest of positions, but you found it to be the most intimate. And that’s what you wanted out of right now.

Silco set a steady, but burning pace. Rocking in and out of you in fluid strokes. For the first few moments, he just looked down at you studying your face, ragged breath mingling between you both. Your back gently slid back and forth against the soft sheets in time with Silco’s thrusts. He brought his fingertips to your forehead and brushed the hair there out of your eyes before leaning down to kiss you again.

As Silco broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of your neck, he began to pick up his pace. At the new tempo, the bed began to squeak lightly and the arousal that had been simmering inside you all evening was beginning to roil and tighten at the base of your belly. The increased pace also meant Silco began to drive into deeper places inside of you. Ones that had you clenching and beginning to moan.

“Gods . . . f-fuck,” you warbled, nails clawing at Silco’s back.

You felt him turn his head against your shoulder and his gave an open mouth kiss to the side of your neck. Your thighs squeezed his hips and your heels pressed into the small of his back, turning his ministrations from long and deep to short and hard.

Pressure continued to mount. Teasing little swells of the orgasm that was in your periphery glided over your nerves, not landing quite yet. Your hips involuntarily rolled and swished, trying to complement Silco’s movements to get your climax to crest and crash over you.

Between strokes, Silco adjusted his hips and found what you needed. You gasped and clung to him, as the head of his cock repeatedly bashed against a spot that began to roll the shuddering tingles of your impending orgasm closer together.

“Yes . . . yes, Silco. Right there. Shit! Oh, f-fuck, please . . . yes . . .!”

Your climax rolled through you in warm steady wave. Your walls clenched around your partner and your breath was satisfyingly pushed out of you. Your legs and arms felt tingly as they held tightly to Silco. He continued to move through the contraction around him, even picking up the pace as your walls went from a singular, long clench to a soft pulsing throb.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you came down from your high and you pulled in a shuddering breath. You nuzzled into Silco’s shoulder, hands softening against his back. He kept his feverish pace up, his breathing hot and ragged against your skin.

Suddenly, Silco lifted off of you and pulled out. He came onto his knees and lifted you legs over his shoulders. Lining himself back up, he pushed in and set the same hard pace. Your eyelids fluttered at the new position and your back arched, a whispy moan slipping through your lips. You looked up to his face, and found he wasn’t looking at you. Rather, his brow was scrunched, his good eye squeezed shut, the lidless one unfocused. Strands of hair were falling in his face and his teeth were bared, breaths coming out in sharp huffs in time with his hips.

The expression wasn’t dissimilar to others he had made during sex, but something was . . . off. You gently began to reach your hand up towards one of his. He didn’t see the gesture and before you could say anything, he was pulling out again.

“Roll over,” he rasped.

You complied and he was quickly sheathing himself inside you again, his large hands grasping your hips. Silco pounded into you, thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. You braced a hand against the bed’s headboard to keep your face from smacking into it. Being on your knees tilted your hips in such a way that Silco began stimulating that same spot that undid you before. Your fingers curled around the headboard as riptide that was your orgasm threatened to pull you away.

“Oh, Gods,” you gasped, nails scraping the wood. You peeked over your shoulder at Silco. He looked ruined . . . but, again, something was different. You opted for more (well-earned) praise. “Yes, right there. So good. Gods, Silco . . . you feel so good!”

Your next climax was cresting. You could see it. The fact that Silco said your name should’ve sent you over the edge. But it didn’t. In fact, the exhausted way it fell from his lips pulled you away from it. As did the slowing of his hips. As he stilled, you looked back over your shoulder, concern quickly etching over your face.

Silco shoulders and chest heaved in the aftermath of his efforts. His face was sheened with sweat turned down, not looking at you. His hands still gripped your hips tensely.

“Silco?”

He gulped down a big breath and stammered, “I – I can’t finish.”

Your eyes widened, not entirely sure what to do.

“Oh. O-okay.”

He slid out of you and flopped onto his back, flinging his left arm over his face, shielding the ever-open eye. You sat back on your heels and watched him. His breathing was starting to slow, but his chest still rose and fell dramatically. Your gaze drifted to his still hard penis.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, still not looking at you.

“It’s okay,” you said. It was the truth. You reached over and ran a hand sweetly across his chest. Your eyes flicked back to his groin. “Do you want me to – “

Silco snatched your hand as its traveled downward and pulled it up to his lips where he kissed the knuckles.

“No. No, my Lovely. Let it be. Just . . . lie with me.”

You softly smiled at him before dipping your head down to place chaste kiss to his lips. You grabbed the bundle of blankets at the foot of the bed and pulled them around the both of you before you slotted yourself into Silco’s side. With a deep sigh, you rested your cheek against his chest and melted as you felt his chin rest against your hair and his arm wrap heavily around your body. For the first time that night, you felt him soften, relax.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“I love you, Sil.”

A kiss was planted against your pate. “I love you, too.”

Silco drew lazy lines up and down your side until you both fell asleep.

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