#thieram x reader

[abitohoney]

I Just Want to Fuck You

(A sequel to Roses are Red)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5

AO3

This contains Explicit smut, so NSFW, MDNI Sevika x female reader 3.9k words (why are my smut scenes always so dang long? And this is shorter than usual! 😭)

AN: Sorry I couldn’t get this last chapter out by Valentine's Day, but hopefully it’s still enjoyable!

"Your place or mine?"

Seems simple enough a question, but as Sevika only eyes you in contemplation, you start to wonder if perhaps you somehow misinterpreted the poem. But then again, how could you possibly misinterpret the words 'I just want to fuck you'?

"You got a key to the storage closet, don't you?"

What?

Oh.

OH!

"I- Well yes. I do," you reply dumbfounded. That was not the response you were expecting, but you're certainly not complaining either. "But my shift doesn't end for another hour," you add dejectedly.

Sevika looks past your shoulder, which you find odd, at least until she suddenly bellows, "Hey! Thieram!"

You nearly jump out of your skin at the abrupt and commanding call to your fellow bartender. And judging by the shrill little yelp from behind you, he was just as startled as you.

"Y-Yeah?" Thieram stammers nervously as he walks up beside you. He avoids Sevika's gaze like a trembling mouse, and you can't help but smile at how Sevika can bring men to their knees simply with her voice. Her presence.

"She's taking off early," Sevika states matter-of-factly, tilting her head towards you.

"Wha-?" He stops dead, catching the way Sevika narrows her eyes at him threateningly. "Oh. Uh- okay," he finishes meekly.

You almost feel sorry for him. Almost. Hard to feel too bad when you know what this is going to lead to. For you. His loss equals your benefit. A damn good one at that.

“Meet me in the back,” Sevika instructs, but before she can turn to leave, you hoist yourself up onto the bar-top. She arches a brow, clearly impressed.

You swing your legs over to her side of the counter. “My feet are tired. Carry me?” you ask with a playful pout.

Sevika’s lips curl into a smirk and she steps between your spread knees. Wrapping her arms around your waist, she grabs a handful of your ass and tugs you towards her.

You squeal, earning yourself a throaty chuckle from Sevika. The two of you smile at one another as you wrap your arms around her neck and legs around her waist. Neither of you give two shits that the other bar patrons are watching your little display. Not when both of you are so enamored with the other. And horny.

“You’ll be more than tired by the time I’m through with you,” Sevika husks as she carries you around the bar and towards the back.

Biting your lip, you try to contain your excitement. You don’t doubt for a second that she’s going to wear you out. You’re willing to bet a week's pay she’s a master between the sheets. Or in this case, between the mop and the sink.

"You're the one who sent me those flowers, right?" You ask.

"Yeah."

"Thank you. That was very sweet of you."

"Bet you're sweeter," she replies, gaze dropping to your mouth when you instinctively lick your lips.

Using the sole of her boot, Sevika kicks the door open that leads to the hallway behind the bar. Her plump lips are on yours before the door can swing shut behind her.

She kisses you with such fervor, such hunger, it’s enough to steal your breath. And she allows you no time to recover, her tongue immediately forcing entry.

Your soft moan turns into a muffled gasp when you feel your back press against something hard. Blinking several times, you gather your bearings and realize it’s the door to the storage closet.

Sevika finally breaks the kiss, leaving you desperately trying to refill your oxygen derived lungs. “Key,” she grunts, hands groping at your ass. But before you can recover enough to respond, her mouth is latching onto your neck, biting and sucking down the length of it.

“Fuck,” you groan, tilting your head to the side to give her easier access. Reaching down to your pants pocket, you struggle to retrieve your keys, cursing yourself for wearing such tight pants. And Sevika is not making it any easier by sandwiching you between the door and her large frame. Not to mention distracting you with her hands groping your ass and her mouth trailing down into your cleavage.

Nearly ripping your pocket with how violently you yank the damn keys out, your next hurdle is getting them into the lock behind you.

"Someone's impatient," Sevika chuckles as she lifts her head to press her lips to your ear.

"You're the one who couldn't wait to go to one of our places," you reply. Unfortunately, the way you're nearly breathless from being so worked up, your playful snark loses quite a bit of its edge.

Sevika nips at your ear, withdrawing a sharp inhale from you. She grabs the keys from your hand, pressing herself against you harder to keep you from slipping down her body while she hastily unlocks the door.

Though it should have been expected, you aren't prepared for how the door flies open from how damn hard Sevika is pushing you into it. Seems she isn't either, as she stumbles inside. The next thing you know, your back is slammed against yet another immovable object. Judging by the plethora of bottles that crash to the floor, it's a shelf.

The door swings shut, leaving the two of you in a very tiny closet with only a dim, dingy light hanging from above. Sevika wastes no time slipping her hand beneath your shirt to grope at a tit while her metal hand continues to squeeze your ass. She kisses down your jaw, dragging her teeth and nipping along the way.

"Sevika," you groan in protest. You want to touch her. Kiss her. But she's overpowering. Dominating. She gives you no room to return any of the attention, crushing you with her body and leaving your head muddled by her overwhelming presence. All you can manage is to cling to her shoulders and wrap your legs tighter around her waist while she starts grinding against you. And fuck, you can feel a bulge in her pants…

Oh dear Janna, she's wearing a strap.

And it's rubbing against your aching clit, leaving you desperately trying to bite back your moans.

Then she stops. And your resultant desperate whine doesn't go unnoticed.

Sevika smirks at your knitted brows and flushed cheeks. "Needy little thing, aren't you?"

Says the woman who can't seem to keep her hands or mouth off you.

"I thought you said you wanted to fuck me," you tease. And damn do you wish you could capture her expression and keep it forever. She just looks so stunned at your brazen comment. She's clearly not used to having someone brave enough to fire back at her. She's also clearly pleased, if the little smirk she wears is anything to go by.

"Alright sweetheart," Sevika purrs. Then, without warning, she backs up and unceremoniously drops you to your feet. "Fingers or strap?"

"What about mouth?" You ask with a sly grin.

"Your choice."

"Yes," you reply, and when she doesn't seem to take the hint, you add, "I'll take them all."

Her lopsided smile grows large enough to reveal a sliver of teeth.

Oh she likes that.

"Then drop those pants," she sneers.

You stand, unmoving, and watch as she pulls her cloak off over her head and tosses it on the handle of a mop. Smiling sweetly when she raises a brow at your still fully buttoned pants, you answer her unspoken question, "You forgot to say please."

You wonder, for a moment when her stormy gray eyes go wide, if perhaps you are being too brazen with Silco's right-hand woman. She could easily crush you with any part of her body. But you remind yourself; she came to you. She couldn't keep her eyes, hands or mouth off you. You've got this big, sexy brute under your thumb.

You raise an expectant brow to match hers and add, "Unless you've changed your mind." Slowly, deliberately, you run a fingertip down your chest, watching her pupils dilate as she follows the path down to your cleavage. "Would be such a pity," you add with a pout. "I've been so lonely. Needy." And when you see her metal and flesh fingers twitch at her sides, you know you've won.

"Please," she finally relents, but she refuses to meet your gaze. Her eyes remain glued to where your finger traces along the low collar of your shirt and over the swell of each breast.

Although she mumbles the word in the quietest voice, you opt to accept it. Not so much out of the kindness of your heart, but because you're aroused as high hell and want her touching you again. Without another word, you slowly undo your pants and pull them down to your ankles.

You're about to remove your boots when she's suddenly invading your space again; strong, thick thighs nearly touching your face. Peering up at her through your lashes, you find her smirking down at you while she unbuckles her belt, that smooth confidence apparently back in place. Now you can't seem to decide if you prefer her in that shocked, pussy-whipped state of mind, or this cocky, gonna take what I want version.

"Leave 'em," she states, placing her index finger beneath your chin and forcing you to rise.

You don't argue this time, deciding you want- at least for the time being- to let her take control again. Having only dropped your pants, you wonder if she plans to just fuck you with your panties on. But she quickly answers that question when she grabs said panties in her metal hand and just outright rips them like they're made of nothing more than tissue paper.

Sevika's haughty grin spreads wider at your startled yelp.

Okay, you're pretty sure you prefer this version. And as you watch her- this cocky, vast, powerful woman- slowly drop to her knees before you, you realize just how completely fucked you are. Or are about to be.

Sevika places a hand on the top of each of your thighs, and the contrast between the mechanical and organic is startling, but also thrilling. She’s certainly killed men with both, but one feels sharp, cold and crafted by mortals, while the other feels rough with callouses, warm and crafted by gods.

She slides the thumb of both between the apex of your thighs, gently prying them apart to reveal your dripping core. “Already so wet for me,” she hums appreciatively.

You release a shaky breath. Your sudden rise in arousal leaves your lower half aching for her touch. Your body shivers despite your skin feeling entirely too hot.

Sevika’s thumbs delve further, dangerously close to where you need her. But she simply spreads your folds and just… stares. Hungrily.

“Sev-” your whine is cut short, devolving into a broken moan when she drags the tip of her tongue through your folds, stopping just before your swollen clit. And then her mouth is on you, and the pleasure that courses through your body threatens to break any remaining composure you have.

She kisses you between your legs just as she did your mouth; hot, heavy, wild and downright insatiable. It's a myriad of sloppy licking, sucking and prodding. And paired with how fucking wet you are for her, the resulting crude noises should be enough to make you blush, but it feels so fucking good, you couldn't care less.

Then there's her nose. Oh Janna, her nose. She runs it along the throbbing bundle of nerves above while she laps at your cunt.

You card your hands through her silky hair, gripping the little half ponytail at the back. You tug when you feel her ease a finger inside your dripping hole. An impossibly long, thick finger.

"Fuck. Sevika, that feels good," you moan, eyes fluttering shut and head lolling back.

Sevika pulls that finger back out slowly, curling and dragging along your walls and with it another moan from your now slack mouth. Tongue swirling around your clit, she adds another finger, sinking both clear to the knuckle. Reaching up under your shirt with her prosthetic, she wraps her hand around one of your breasts, gently squeezing.

Her mouth sucks and tongue flicks at your clit. Her flesh fingers scissor and pump inside your cunt. And her metal fingers pinch and roll over the hardened peak of your breast. The sheer amount of stimulation is nearly overwhelming, leaving you reeling and struggling to remain standing.

Tugging her hair as you try to grind against her face and chase that rapidly approaching peak, you freeze when you feel the rumble of her threatening growl against your clit. It almost sends you over the edge. "Fuck, Sevika," you whimper. "I'm close. Please."

"Mmm. Not yet, sweetheart," she replies. And blessed Janna, her voice is so raspy, so full of lust, you think you might just collapse right then and there.

Peering down at her through half-lidded eyes, your legs tremble at the sight of this gorgeous brute of a woman with her face buried between your thighs, looking as if she's enjoying her last meal. Ravenous gray eyes meet yours and your knees finally give way.

Sevika catches you, her prosthetic leaving your breast to wrap around your waist and steady you. Removing her fingers from between your legs, she chuckles lowly at your fucked out expression. Wiping her mouth with the back of her free hand, she slowly rises.

Letting your hands drop to her shoulders, your lust-clouded eyes follow her smirking lips, neck craning as she reaches her full height.

Damn, she's so fucking tall. So sexy.

She suddenly pulls you against her firm body. Your resulting gasp is muffled by the press of her lips to yours. Her tongue forces entry and rolls over yours.

The taste of your own arousal fills your mouth, pulling an appreciative moan from deep in your chest.

When she pulls back, haughty smile still gracing her beautiful face, you’re too busy gaping to realize she’s reaching down to unzip her pants.

“Bend over the sink.”

You blink. Still light-headed from desire, you can’t quite process her statement. “What?”

She arches a brow. “Bend over the sink,” she repeats, slower this time.

Your gaze drops to her pants, eyes widening when you find her human hand languidly stroking the length of her long, purple strap.

Oh. Oh fuck yes.

Pants still at your ankles, you’re actually grateful for the absurdly small size of the closet, as you only have to waddle like a fool a short distance to position yourself facing the sink.

“That’s a good girl,” Sevika purrs as she steps up behind you, and your knees threaten to buckle again at that praise. She presses her metal hand to your back, gently forcing you to bend over. With the same hand, she spreads your thighs apart, her human hand guiding the head of the faux cock between them.

The anticipation that fills your entire being has you squeezing your eyes shut tight and biting your bottom lip. You’re certain the sharp tips of her metal fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh is the only thing keeping you grounded as she starts to ease the tip of her strap inside.

“Mmm,” she hums deeply from behind you, “Look at that. Such a hungry pussy. Wants me to fill her up.”

“Oh dear Janna,” you groan. She’s so fucking sexy.

“Forget my name, sweetheart?” she teases. She moves her human hand to your other thigh, helping spread you open as she ever-so-slowly sinks inside you.

Fuck, she’s going too slow. You need her inside you now. “Sevika,” you whimper.

“That’s right," she praises, thumbs gently stroking the insides of your thighs. "Bet I can get you to forget your own name though.”

You try to push back into her, but her nails dig almost painfully into your flesh, stilling you. You’re about to protest when she pushes the remainder of the silicone toy inside you, clear to the hilt. Shuddering at that delightfully full feeling, of her filling you completely, your breath comes out in a shaky moan.

Sevika moves her hands to your waist, holding you while she gives you a moment to adjust. “You still with me, beautiful?” she asks after a moment of just listening to you struggle to compose yourself.

Beautiful? Can this woman be any more perfect?

“I’m- I’m good,” you manage to breathe out. “More than good.”

"Ready?"

Yes!

"I was ready the-" your playful remark is cut short by her abrupt and hard thrust. "Fuck me!" You cry out, hands scrabbling to find purchase along the slick edges of the sink.

You barely register the short, throaty laugh coming from behind you, too focused on the pleasurable sensation between your thighs.

"That's what I'm doing, sweetheart," Sevika sneers as she slowly pulls back out before slamming into you again.

She sets a pace that's somehow both too slow and too fucking good. Using her grip on your waist, she pulls you back onto her faux cock with each snap of her hips.

It takes every ounce of your strength to withhold all the desperate noises brewing in your chest.

Sevika moves her hands to your shoulders for leverage as she bends over and presses her chest to your back. "Fuck! I've- been thinking- about this- for weeks," she grunts against your ear between perfectly timed thrusts.

"What? Fucking me- in a- tiny closet?" You try to tease. It doesn't hold quite the attitude you were hoping for. You're having just as much difficulty speaking as Sevika is, panting in synch with each deep stroke of the strap along your walls.

Without breaking rhythm, Sevika pulls her head back to regard you with an arched brow, to which you offer her a playful smile from over your shoulder.

"Fucking you-" she times her pause with the withdrawal of her strap, leaving just the tip inside. But before you can protest, she slams it back inside. "-anywhere," she finishes with her own cocky smile as you bury your face in the crook of your arm to muffle your cry of pleasure.

Her pace suddenly turns borderline brutal. Powerful thighs pounding against your ass hard enough to rattle the pipes connected to the sink.

Your grip on the sides starts to slip, knuckles turning white as you hold on for dear life. Your strangled moans and whines bounce off the walls of the tiny room, but you can���t hear it over the ringing in your ears as she slips her human hand around you to make messy circles around your wet, swollen clit.

It’s fucking heavenly. She’s a damn sex goddess, you’re certain. The way she rails into you mercilessly at just the right speed, at just the right angle to leave you seeing stars. The way her fingers apply just the right amount of pressure as they tease and toy with your clit. The way she leans over you, pressing her chest against your back in a move akin to an alpha claiming her mate.

You screw your eyes shut, tears pricking at the edges as your climax quickly approaches. Sucking in a deep breath, you hold it, your entire body tensing.

So close. So close!

"I can feel you clenching, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good." Sevika groans against your ear. "Say my name."

The tightly wound coil that burns low in your belly finally snaps. Your eyes roll back behind their closed lids. Sevika's name falls breathlessly from your slack mouth as your muscles contract with the waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Although Sevika stills her fingers against your throbbing clit, she continues to pound into you mercilessly. It doesn't take long for that pleasure to run it's course and leave you feeling entirely too stimulated. "Sevika," you whimper, "too much!"

She takes pity on you (thank the heavens) and gradually slows to a complete stop, strap buried to the hilt in your weeping cunt.

The two of you breath heavily for several moments while you attempt to recover. Her chest presses against your back with each inhale, and you can't help but wonder how great it would feel if both of you were naked.

"Shit," you curse under your breath, "That was… amazing."

Sevika runs the side of her nose along the back of your ear, warm breath tickling the tiny hairs at your neck when she chuckles. "Worth the wait, hmm?" she hums.

Before you can reply, Sevika rises and you feel the overwhelming drag of the faux cock as she pulls it out.

"Shit."

Sevika merely grins at your mumbled curse. Then, as if she hasn't already caught you off guard enough, she brings her flesh hand down against your bare ass with a resounding smack. "I asked you a question."

There's no malice in her tone. You know she's simply teasing you, especially when you feel the terribly sweet rub of her hand over your prickling skin. "Would have preferred it sooner," you reply as you shakily straighten your jelly-filled legs.

Jelly covered legs. Damn, your thighs are coated.

With the help of Sevika's metal arm wrapped around your chest, you rise and turn to face her. She's wearing the most self-satisfied smirk you've ever seen, and it only makes your body flush all over again, arousal returning almost full force.

"Thanks," you say softly, not trusting your own mouth to contain your desire.

She bends down, grabbing your pants and pulling them up far enough for you to take without having to bend down yourself. It's a simple gesture, but you find yourself shocked at how sweet it is. That moment doesn't last long though, as she notices how messy your thighs are.

"Really enjoyed that, didn't you?" She teases and runs her fingers up along the trail, collecting as much as she can before bringing it towards her mouth.

"Wait. Let me," you insist.

Sevika arches a brow, crooked grin taking over as she brings her cum covered fingers to your mouth instead. Her gray eyes watch intently as you let her slip her fingers between your parted lips.

With her close proximity, you can feel how she sucks in a breath when you take the full length of those long digits. She looks delightfully pleased as you suck them clean, tongue swirling around each finger before she slowly slips them back out. Her lips part to say something, but you're pulling her mouth down to yours by the back of her neck before she can speak. This time you're the one to force your tongue into her mouth.

Sevika makes a quiet, deep, guttural sound. Something caught between a gasp and a groan. And when you break the kiss to peer up at her, you find her eyes filled with renewed lust.

"That good, hmm?" You tease.

"That mouth of yours could get you into a lot of trouble, sweetheart," she husks.

"Oh I can do so much more with my mouth," you reply with a sly grin.

Her mouth tugs up at the corner. "That so?"

"Mhmm." You're nearly teaming with how you've clearly, and oh so easily, caught the interest of Silco's right hand woman. How her eyes follow the tip of your tongue as you trace your lips.

"Come back to my place and show me."

You know it's not a request. She's insisting. Not that you have any problem with that. As a matter of fact, it's exactly what you were going for.

Stretching up on your tiptoes, you place a soft kiss to her scarred cheek before whispering, "Sure thing, Valentine."

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Lucky Charm

Summary: You're a bar hand with Thieram at the Last Drop. You're the eye candy of the bar, and according to Sevika; The only one who can pour a drink worth a damn. You've caught her eye, and you'd be a liar to say that she hasn't caught your eye in turn. Heavy tensions finally dissolve with one night of luck.Or! In which Sevika makes you dry hump her thigh during a game of cards and you finally get this woman back to your apartment to ruin you in that pretty dress she likes so much on you.

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Ao3 link: Here

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Relationship: Sevika x Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn with a vulva, Reader also is wearing a dress but once again no gendered lingo, Sevika is a trans woman, Public dry humping but like it’s a Secret

Words: 4.2k

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Sevika was all you thought about nowadays.  

It was funny how it all started. You’d been scooped up by Silco’s gang- not like you’d put up much of a fight. The pay was good and you didn’t have to get your hands dirty. All you had to do was help pour some drinks and make sure that if someone was being rowdy, you made sure to get the proper people to toss them out.  

If bouncers weren’t available, Sevika was the proper person to call for it. And people had to be tossed out pretty often; Meaning you tended to talk to her during those times. It also helped that apparently, according to her, you were the only person in any bar that could pour a drink worth a damn. 

You and Thieram kept it pretty tidy and easy going in the Last Drop. If he wasn’t doing the drink pouring, you were and he was running drinks and vice versa. If the bar was too full, you’d do the drink running just to keep the peace. Thieram wasn’t too good being up close and personal with people who wanted to maul him just for being a little late. 

Thankfully, you knew how to handle people. 

~Rest under the cut~

You were a sweet talker, knowing how to bat your lashes and twirl your hair, playing it up nice and sweet. Sometimes patrons would put a hand on you somewhere like your waist or shoulder, crooning for you to stay. That you might be their lucky charm in the next game of cards or darts. Maybe even their lucky charm in bed later. 

It started subtle at first. 

At first, you thought Sevika was just being helpful looking out for her own. She’d step in, giving you an excuse to walk away somehow someway.  

But then, something recently had been happening.  

Sevika would come by when someone touched you or got too close, normal and business as usual with the swagger in her step. But her metallic arm would wind around your waist or wherever else they touched and pull you close to her. 

In turn, it meant her body was blocking them from touching you again. She’d make sure to step back and away from them, using her other hand to gesture to them with a grunt of, “They botherin’ ya?” With her low, smoky voice implying things you couldn’t even begin to swallow. All whilst leaning in close enough to you that you could feel her breath wash over you. 

And then other times she’d play it up and act as if you were hers. At least, that's certainly what her tone implied. With a, “Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you, filth.” Spoken down to people who touched you, making you feel a little more special each time.   

Each time you’d thank her privately afterwards, but always stating you could handle your own if it came down to it. But she’d given you this little look last time, her hard gaze softening into something that made your heart seize as she’d murmur, “Not a problem, doll. Just taking care of you. Take care of my own down here; You're included in that." 

It echoed through your head on the daily now. Taking care of you. Wasn’t like you didn’t think about her daily already doing that. 

Ideas fluttered in your head of her spreading your legs, dropping to her knees and sighing when you pushed her hair back from her face. How she would take care of you just like that. Splitting you apart on her flesh fingers and her other hand clinging gently to your thigh despite having the ability to rip you apart with the pointed metal. 

Then the pet names. She’d started dropping little ones here and there. Doll, sweetheart- it was weird because you noted she didn’t call anyone else these names. Not even as a form of humiliation or degradation for them. Only directed at you.  

Made you feel special.  

So, what if maybe you started dressing up a little more at work too, right? So, what if you noted the way her eyes trailed after you after you delivered her drinks to her? So, what if maybe you started getting closer to people when delivering your drinks just to catch her eye and she’d come over and ask if they were giving you trouble?  

It catches up to you. The tension between you two could be cut with a knife. Thieram, bless his heart, didn't even have to ask you to deliver her drinks anymore. He'd just immediately put it up, pat it, and say, 'For Sevika'. Or on days he was feeling a little braver, he'd do this little smile and tell you, 'For your girl '. 

Your girl, huh? You could get used to the sound of that. 

But now, Sevika is getting bolder in turn. You'd never describe her as shy, not even now. A tease, though? Always. Recently she asks you to stay for cards, just to be her lucky charm. And damn it if you didn't stay, perched on a chair next to her and letting your leg gently nudge hers occasionally. Or brushing against her. 

Then it happens. 

You're running her drink to her, swiveling around people and enjoying the way your dress brushes against your legs. Too high of slits going up your thighs and too low of a dip in the front of it making you feel all too powerful as you stepped into the room. 

Eyes follow you, but the only eyes you give a damn about looking at you look up to you and darken in hunger immediately. You hide a smile playing on your glossy lips, four drinks expertly in your arms that you gingerly begin to place on the table for her and her players. 

When you place hers down, bent over at her side, Sevika grabs your wrist. Nothing harsh, just a loose hold to get your attention. Attention that you give her with a sly glance under your lashes. 

"May I help you?" Your tone is teasing, standing to your full height with her hand still around your wrist. Her gray eyes flicker across your body, settling on the long slit up one of your legs and moving slowly up the bare, soft flesh. 

Got her.  

"Why not stay a bit? Gotta be tired walking in heels all night." Sevika's tone is smooth, releasing your wrist to instead grab her cigar. One that she drags to her lips, keeping your eye as she blows the smoke out to the side. A smirk lingering on her lips as she widens the stance of her legs and pats her thigh. 

Your heart pounds in your throat, trying not to look too eager at the implication. You keep your facial expression neutral as you look over her, a low hum in your throat as if you're pondering it. 

"Could use a good luck charm this round." Sevika's smirk grows a little bit as she says it, her hand masking it when she takes another drag of the cigar. Her metallic hand reaches out, palm up to you with an expectant look. 

Shit, you didn't have her. She had you. 

"I suppose just a round couldn't hurt. Wouldn't want you to lose, right?" You finally say as if you'd been taking so long to think on it. You take her hand, noting the way it curls around yours and how much smaller your hand is in comparison. 

She spins you gently so your back will face her chest. You perch in her lap as directed, perching on one of her strong, broad thighs. The front of your dress falls over her leg, making the splits more obvious on either side of your thighs to bare them. 

You hear her hum softly behind you, this low pleased sound that shoots straight to your cunt and makes you swallow thickly. It gets even worse when Sevika sets down her cigar in the ash tray, using that hand to rest on your waist. The other holding her round of dealt cards. 

You try to keep your focus on the cards, you do. Trying to listen to what the other card players are saying. But all you can focus on is how Sevika's hand has now brushed down from your waist, nice and slow. Down to the exposed thigh of yours as she cups the swell of your hip and lets her thumb dip down to circle the bare flesh. 

Your breath hitches, but you try not to let her notice. Two could play at this game anyway. 

Carefully, you shift in her lap. You adjust your stance ever so slightly with an expert shift of your hips, feeling your wet panties brush along the roughness of her pants. 

She must feel it too, considering how her grip on your hip tightens, pulling you down a little harder against her thigh. It's a quiet challenge, something that makes you bite the inside of your cheek as you realize what she's doing. 

Sevika wants you to fucking grind on her thigh. A challenge, to see if you'll actually do it. 

It would be humiliating, in a quiet way. The music around you is loud, the flashing lights and the darkness of the room would give no hint to the subtle humps and rolls of your hips. Only you and her would know it. 

And maybe...just maybe this thick tension would finally pop like a burst balloon. 

Not one to turn down a challenge, especially by the handsome woman you've taken to perching on, you roll your hips downwards. It gets delicious friction on you, withholding your sounds save for the tiniest of sighs that you pass off as boredom with a flick of your hair. 

Sevika doesn't help any, getting greedy with you in her lap as she gently tugs on your hip to set the pace. She's an expert with her cards still, and though you can't see her face, you know she's keeping a straight face to the other players. 

The Death tarot cards stare you in the face, and smack dab in the middle of them is a beautiful the Lovers card that she thumbs over. 

You turn your head to the side to feign a cough to swallow down the sigh you have in your throat. Your fingers clutch tight to your own lap, fighting the urge to straight hump her thigh messily like you want to. Each drag of your hips forced by her is heaven, the friction of her pants and your panties making your clit throb. 

A particular sharp tug of her hand makes you gasp sharply, yanking you back into Sevika's chest so she can hook her chin over your shoulder. She plays it up casually, her hand slipping off your hip and instead resting on your bare thigh. 

You're throbbing, wet, and worst part was is that you were shaking in her lap and swallowing down whines at lack of friction. You hardly hear her smug tone as she announces, "Better luck next time, boys." As she lays her cards flat on the table to hear them groan and shout. 

"Play again, this time let me have the lap candy on me. See if they really are good luck." One of the goons say, leaning back in his seat to pat his lap like you're a pet. You huff, opening your mouth and surely ready to start an argument, but Sevika's hand gripping your thigh tighter stops you. 

Worst of all, she's tugging you again to grind you against her thigh. A quiet demand to keep going that makes you flustered and your cheeks flushed. 

"That was our last round- 'sides, I always play for keeps. And them?" Sevika's tone is possessive as she pauses on that note, slipping her hand into your inner thigh and tugging you to be still against her chest. "They're mine to keep. Not for sharing." 

There's a round of boos from the group, huffs and rolls of the eyes that clearly meant nothing as they stand to trot away. Leaving you with Sevika in her chair and you still perched on her lap. 

"Didn't say you could stop, did I?" She murmurs by the shell of your ear, letting her lips tease and her warm breath making you shudder. "Come on, keep movin'." 

You let out a shaky sigh, tipping your head back against her and leaving your neck open for her to kiss. Both of her hands are on you, her metallic hand hooking into your thigh to tug you back as your hips move forward. Grinding you harshly into her as her other hand winds around your waist to hold you more solidly to her. 

Anyone could see you and notice. Even with just what it looked like on the tin, her kissing your neck so openly-- so possessively was sure to garner attention from those around you. But no one would really tell Sevika otherwise. Even if she were to fuck you on the table right in front of you. 

"So pretty," Her praise is quiet, nosing just under your ear as you hump her thigh in slow back and forth grinds. Your brows furrow, your eyes fluttering shut as your breath shudders out. "Bet you make prettier sounds in bed, don't you?" 

It's not a question meant to be answered, not when she's sucking a bruise into your neck that makes you whine aloud. It's quiet still, one of your hands now gripping her flesh arm and the other coming up to fist in the back of her hair. 

You're dizzy with desire; But you're not the only one getting off it seems like. Not when you can feel her behind you through her pants. She's hard, able to feel it against your ass with every needy jerk back of your hips that she gives you. 

"Wanna find out?" You finally breathe out, your breath catching when she grips you tight to hold still. 

"Couldn't treat you like a one-night stand," She murmurs earnestly in your ear, making your heart pound. "Would want you every night. Every day. Wouldn't wanna lose you. But I promise I'd treat you good, you wouldn't want for anything-" 

"Silly girl," You laugh out softly, your laugh more like a breathy sound. "You've had me. For a long time. Now stop the game of mouse and cat and just take what's been yours all this time." 

The moan Sevika presses into your neck is downright needy. You don't get to even tell poor Thieram where you were pulled off to- but you're sure he'd understand. 

You'll owe him another night. 

-- 

It's a struggle to make it back to your apartment, but thankfully you lived close by to the Last Drop. You hardly get the key in before the door is being kicked down, quickly kicked shut behind you as soon as Sevika gets her hands on you. 

You're forced against the door before you can blink, hardly having time to see her vaguely in the dark as she swoops down to your height to steal a kiss from you. 

It's not hard like you expected it to be, not even rough. Her lips are chapped, her hands on your waist are soft but firm- like she's trying to keep you there with her as if you may disappear. As if you may kick her out at any moment or change your mind on the whole ordeal. 

You dispel her fears by grabbing her shoulders to pull her down, snaking your arms around her neck and fisting her hair in one hand to pull her closer to you. The moans that erupts from her is almost feral, the hands on your waist yanking you closer in turn. But she's quicker than you when you go to slot a thigh between hers, instead she kicks your legs apart so she can do it to you. 

You break the kiss to sigh shakily, your eyes tilting up to the ceiling as Sevika kisses down the column of your neck with a growl to her voice. "If I knew you wanted this as bad as me-" 

"Has my flirting not been obvious enough to your liking?" You cut her off with a breathy tease, caught in a moan when she grinds her thigh on your cunt. Your clit is still engorged, your entire body only getting hotter at the action. “Come on, and here the Boss boasts about your observa— ah! ” 

Sevika's teeth sink into the side of your neck where her first bruise was made, making you arch into her with a gasp and your nails pressing to her scalp. A swear falls from your lips, sliding your hands down her body until you can find her ass and yanking her against you firmly instead. 

The height difference makes it more like her hips press to your lower abdomen, but not like that little detail seems to stop her. Not when her hands are finding the underside of your thighs to yank you up against the door to slot her hips properly to yours. 

"D-don't like being talked back to?" You tease again, gasping when Sevika's hips grind harshly into yours. Letting you feel the outline of her cock through her pants. Shit. 

"Don't like being interrupted." Sevika clarifies, dragging her lips up to your ear to nip at your lobe as her voice lowers. "I was already interrupted once tonight to even get here. All I should be hearing from your mouth are those pretty sounds you promised." 

"Then why not get them out of me yourself?" It comes out of you before you can even think. A bite back that makes a dark chuckle rumble into your throat by her lips. 

"Gladly." 

-- 

A woman of her word, Sevika takes you to the bedroom without dropping you once or even looking like she's struggling. When she plops you onto her bed and crawls over you, you get the distinct feeling that you're the prey here. Even as she takes her sweet time taking each layer off, starting with your heels. 

She kisses up your legs, each one pronounced and on purpose. She keeps your eyes on her own as you sit up on your elbows to watch her peppering kiss after kiss on your skin. All but whispering promises with just her eyes. 

"This dress has been killing me all night." Her voice is low, gravel tone by now and making you shudder. You go to sit up to let her take it off you, but she pushes you back down with a cocksure smirk on her lips. "Nah, let's keep it on this time. That way when you try this shit again? You'll think of how good I fucked you in it." 

"Oh -" You gasp out, your face flushing as you lay back down. You bite your lip as her hands slide up your thighs, so gentle as she hooks her thumbs into your panties to pull them down your legs. You help by lifting your hips up, watching with darkened eyes as Sevika pulls them to her face to inhale deeply. 

Your face burns worse than before, watching with blown out pupils when she tucks it into her back pocket. "Oh, you are filthy." You breathe out, amusement and desire burning into your words. 

"You like it." Sevika states, flipping up your dress to show her prize. Your pussy is wet, glistening and flushed- all the proof she needs to know you did in fact like it. 

Your legs are soon hooked up and over her shoulders as she shifts onto her stomach. Your hands reach down, finding purchase in her hair and taking the time to brush her hair back behind her ears. 

You don't miss the smile that briefly graces her lips, or the way she tips her cheek into your palm briefly. A small nuzzle and a peck of your palm from her lips that has you biting your bottom lip to mask a smile. 

It's quickly ruined when Sevika’s tongue licks a stripe, long and slow from your hole to your clit. A filthy moan leaves her lips like finally tasting something she's longed for before her face buries against you. She takes you like she's making out with your cunt, sloppily licking you up and briefly sealing her lips around your clit. 

Your sounds quickly mingle with her own delighted moans. Whines leaving your lips as your fingers tighten in her hair, dragging her up to your clit where she spends her sweet time on you. Each brush of her open mouth and her tongue making you cry out. Only for her to pause to part her lips, running them over your clit as if she were applying lipstick and letting her breath fan over you. 

"Fuck, Sevika-" You whimper, feeling the vibrations of her groan when she suckles on your clit. Her tongue dips down then, her nose running across your clit as her tongue briefly dips inside of you. "Please -" 

"I like when you beg," Sevika's voice is muffled against you, looking like it's taking everything in her to finally lift her head from your cunt. You find her eyes; How glossy her lips are and how it's dripping down her chin like honey. You whine helplessly at the sight. "Tell me what you want, baby. I'll give it to you. Anything you want, just tell me." 

"Y-your fingers, please? Please, I need to feel you." You sigh it out, tugging her hair just a bit when her mouth finds your inner thigh rather than where you need it most. "Don't tease me, Sevika, come on-" 

"Say my name again." Her words are low- nearing on a threat as she looks up at you from under her lashes. She presses a wet kiss to your mound. Right above your clit. A promise. 

"S-Sevika-" You gasp when her lips find your clit again, her flesh fingers dragging through your slick to gather lubricant. "Sevika, please, please-" 

Two fingers curl into you abruptly, experienced and calloused fingers curling right where you need them the most. 

Your hips thrust upwards, quickly pushed back down by Sevika's heavy metal arm laying over your hips. You sob out her name again and again muddled with pleas as she licks you raw and fucks you with her fingers. Her metallic hand moving so she can press on your lower abdomen, keeping you pinned and allowing you to feel all the pressure she gives you. 

You pull at her hair helplessly, sobbing out when her fingers pound into you and finally reaching your end as you cum. Your body trembles harshly, your hips forced to keep still as you squeeze down on her fingers that now just quirk inside of you in small come-hither motions. 

"There you go. Fuck, look at how well you squeeze on my fingers, hm? Gonna feel so good wrapped around me, sweetheart." Her praise is muffled by her own mouth against your clit, flicking her tongue out occasionally just to feel how your body jerks. How you gasp out between moans. 

"Sevika, t-too much." You whine lowly, trying to twist out of her grip to no avail. Sevika chuckles against you, pressing one last kiss to your clit wetly before moving away to let you pant underneath her. Already missing the feeling of her fingers in you. 

Your hair is definitely a mess, the straps from your dress having slid down your shoulders and exposing your chest. Something that Sevika takes great care in reaching up to squeeze deliciously. Sliding her fingers down your breasts to pull at your nipples gently and causing your hips to hump up into nothing with a cry from you. 

"You are insatiable, you know that?" You gasp out, reaching up to bat her hands from your chest despite her quiet laughter. 

"Can't help it. Been wanting this for a while." Sevika croons, sliding her hands down your clothed sides as she does so. It lets you catch your breath, looking up at her through your lashes and letting your eyes fall to the bulge in her pants. 

When you go to reach for her, Sevika snatches your wrist and pins it above your head. "Not this time, doll." When she catches how your lips twist into a pout, she lets a smile play on her lips as she reaches down to peck the pout away. "Let me take care of you tonight. Just focus on you tonight." 

When you finally relent, she kisses you properly. Letting you taste yourself on her lips as you sigh against her and pull her down on top of you. 

Once you've finally caught your breath, she peppers kisses back down your body and ruins you again. And again. And again. 

Throughout the whole night, keeping true to her word, she forces you to cum again and again. On her tongue, on her fingers, all in various positions. Even at some point using your own toys on you until you're pleading and begging her to just fuck you herself. 

Sevika never even gets undressed, despite your begging. Just promising and shushing you about next time. 

You make it a point to tell yourself to buy some rope as you tiredly lay in bed with her arms lazily around you. But a glance down to her arms makes you hum quietly to yourself. 

Chains. You'd need chains to hold her down for next time. 

Next time... 

#Sevika x Reader #Sevika #Arcane #nsft #lemon #princess writing #writeblr #fic #trans sevika

[sheislethal]

the jinx with a very shy but sweet s/o headcanons <333 (I'm the same one who requested it)

may I request jinx's reaction to a very shy but sweet s/o getting bullied? 👀

JINX x shy but sweet s/o

WARNINGS: gn! reader, mature themes such as cussing, death, etc.

Notes: God, I love jinx. I love her violent side even more.

“Mistake”

Electrifying music drifted through the building from the jukebox. There were sweating bodies everywhere as everyone was dancing, playing games, and getting wasted.

The smell of smoke that invaded the room comforted me since it reminded me of home.

I lifted the rim of my glass to my lips, sipping the alcohol. I was at the Last Drop by myself. Without Jinx. The experience was nerve-wracking since I usually hated places crowded with people I didn't know.

My goal was to come out of my shell a bit. Very unlike me, but I figured it would do me some good.

Jinx surprisingly agreed to let me come here by myself, which was strange. She always seemed to be attached to my hip at all times, and that's exactly how I liked it.

She was my comfort when I unwillingly entered uncomfortable situations. I would say this was a prime example, but I did come here willingly.

Thieram stood behind the counter and washed a glass as he spoke with me. We joked about how Jinx would always call him "Chuck" for some reason.

While we weren't close, I would consider him a friend. It was nice to at least know one person here.

"Jinx feeling sick, or something?" He asked curiously, putting up the clean glass.

I shook my head in response. "Nope. I just wanted to come here by myself for once."

"Wow." His eyebrows lifted in surprise. "I thought you didn't like people?"

"I don't not like people, I'm just a little shy." I clarified with an amused smile.

My fingers drifted across the fabric of my long-sleeved, form-fitting shirt. It wasn't as extreme as what other people here were wearing, but it did accentuate my figure.

Thieram and I chatted about nothing in particular for a while until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

My head twisted around to see two women standing by my chair. "May I help you?" I asked with a curious smile, still amused by a joke Thieram had just told.

"Yeah, we're gonna need that seat." A tall blonde spoke with narrowed eyes. My eyes widened and I moved to get up before I paused. Jinx's words about standing up for myself and not being a pushover echoed throughout my mind.

I turned back to the women and politely shook my head. "Sorry, but I'm chatting with my friend, here. There are other seats over there, though." I motioned to the other side of the bar.

Their expressions soured. "Did we ask where other seats were? We want this one, so move."

I furrowed my brows at their tone as they continued. "The fuck are you wearing, anyway? You know this is a club, right?" The other girl spoke.

The blonde chuckled. "Yeah. You can't just show up in whatever you made from stuff in the dumpsters out back."

I eyed her up and down, trying to hide my hurt feelings. We were in Zaun. Of course, people weren't going to be wearing Piltover clothing, if that's what they were expecting.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not moving," I stated, trying to keep my smile from wavering.

"Fucking bitch." Spat the brunette. Both Thieram and my eyes widened once she abruptly moved to shove me off the stool, only to fall to the ground.

A loud bang echoed throughout the building and everyone froze, turning their heads to see the girl now dead on the ground. A bullet had gotten lodged right between her eyes, causing blood to run down her forehead and onto the wooden floor.

My eyes were wide and panicked, and my lips parted in shock. The whole room was silent, only with the distant mumble of music.

I heard a loud thump from behind me on the counter, and I sighed, shutting my eyes tight. The blonde woman's eyes darted from the body of her friend to the person behind me, then screamed in horror before running toward the door.

She didn't get far, though. Another shot was fired right before she could reach the door. She collapsed onto the ground after having been shot in the back of the head.

Everyone was still for a hot second before registering who had shot them. Since this was typically a regular occurrence, they simply went back to whatever they were doing and loud talking filled the room once more.

I turned around to face Jinx's figure standing tall on the counter, her gun still smoking at the barrel. She must've been up in the rafters watching me the whole time.

Of course, she wouldn't have let me come here without her. Or at least, without some sort of protection, aka her. I shouldn't have been so naive.

Her eyes were narrowed and furious. She shoved the gun into its holster and hopped down from the counter, not sparing a very shocked Thieram a glance.

Jinx gripped my arm and pulled me from my seat, leading me out of the building, stepping over the body on the way.

I was used to her killing people for me by now. That didn't mean it wasn't still an unpleasant experience, though.

"Jinx," I stopped and pulled my arm gently from her grasp. "You shouldn't have done that. You could have just scared them away, or something." I reasoned.

She turned to me with a remorseful face, then moved to cup my cheeks with her cold hands.

She tilted her head and frowned. "I had to do it, trinket. No one is allowed to speak to you like that."

She inched closer to me. "No one." Her raspy voice sent chills down my spine. I moved my hand up to caress her wrist that held me. "Promise you won't kill someone when something like that happens again?"

She huffed a laugh and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me against her and touching my nose with hers. "I'm not going to let something like that happen ever again." She told me with determination.

"Now how about we go somewhere quieter? Maybe watch the stars on the roof, again?" She offered and I smiled. "You know me too well."

#jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx imagine #lesbian #arcane #arcane imagines #jinx x reader #lesbianfiction #lesbianromance #fantasy #league of legends #lgbtq #jinx x you #arcane jinx #jinx supremacy #jinx #jinx x y/n #jinx lol #jinxarcane

[kikiiswashere]

Thank you so much for commenting on my post, first and foremost! ❤️

One of the ideas I have, that I hope you're up for writing, is along these lines...

Reader w/ a temper, but it only shows when she's in a fight, or if someone insults anybody she's fond of. She has had horrid prior relationships and fears ever trying again, so she tends to just stick to being alone outside of working as an assistant for Silco.

While she's intoxicated, she overhears a patron (rather boldly) badmouthing Silco in his very establishment, and decides to get into a brawl with the patron. That's when she realizes that she's developed some strong feelings for her boss, and ultimately, she ends up having to explain herself directly to Silco, including why the fight started in the first place.

If possible, a resolution/response with Silco after her drunk admission to feelings would be so awesome. ;-; I'm always down for angst, too.

I'd love to see it written, but again, only if you're up for it! Thanks again! ❤️

Thank you for your patience with this, Love! Thank you for letting me breath a little life into your OC/Reader-insert.

I hope you like it <3

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Recover

Summary: See Ask

Warnings: None/SFW, canon typical violence, drunken confessions, a lil' bit of vomit

WC: 5.6K

Notes: Silco x Reader . . . ? Maybe??

Free drinks were one of the perks of your job.

It made the sting of working as Silco’s assistant mellow just a tad.

You knew most would assume that the sting came from the kingpin’s turbulent temper, his meticulous micro-managing, or his insatiable appetite for power. And while each of those attributes could be challenging at times, none of them actually got under your skin. On the contrary, they were traits you admired: his passion, his vision, his drive.

Admired . . . yes, that was the word. You would entertain nothing else.

There was no point to anything else.

A sardonic huff burst through your lips, sending the bourbon beneath them rippling in the glass. Knocking back the last of your drink, you set the tumbler on the bar top with a hefty, slightly careless thunk. Thieram looked up from the glass he was drying, brow furrowing.

“Another, please, Thieram.” You tapped the bar for good measure.

Thieram gave the glass in his hand a couple more squeaky wipes before setting it down and turning to the wall of liquor behind him. As he fetched the expensive bottle from the top shelf (if all your drinks were free, why not lean in?) your eyes slid around The Last Drop. While it was late, it wasn’t quite late enough for the bar to be in its infamous, full, raucous swing. Older, tired Trenchers (people left over from Vander’s days) sat heavily at the bar around you; small huddles of weary faces sat shoulder-to-shoulder at tables; a small group played a relatively quiet game of billiards over at the large, felted table.

As Thieram returned and poured another two fingers-worth into your glass, your eyes spied Sevika at the far end of the room. A murky plume of smoke rising above her and the two men she was currently swindling in cards. Her full lips hooked in an insufferable grin around her cigarillo as her playthings upped their antes. The next thing your eyes meandered to were the stairs that led to The Drop’s upper levels. To the club’s balcony. And then the private quarters. To Silco’s office. Where you had left him after he thanked and dismissed you for the day.

A perfunctory thanks mumbled from your mouth as you lifted your freshened drink to your lips. The liquor burned delicious and warm down your gullet, grateful for the way it soothed your tired body, relaxed your tangled mind, and numbed your aching heart.

Placing the drink down, your hand swiveled the bottom of the glass against the lacquered bar top, watching as the liquor within spin in a small whirlpool. You didn’t want them to, but your eyes lifted to the neon clock above Thieram’s head. In about an hour’s time, you knew, the club would fill with younger, louder Zaunites and the more rambunctious of Silco’s goons. The lights would pulse. The music would rattle the bar’s foundation. Cheap liquor would flow. Shimmer would be smoked. Gambling. Soliciting. Probably at least one fight.

And he would be there.

You hated that you knew that. Hated that you still knew your ex’s schedule. Hated that he didn’t have the decency to frequent a different club, knowing that this was the one you worked in. He had been the one to break up with you, so his insistence on showing his stupid face was aggravating and spiteful.

You’d be loathe to admit it, but it hurt you.

And it hurt that he knew that, but he still came to The Last Drop like clockwork. Like the time you spent together was some sort of meaningless joke.

Asshole.

At least he hadn’t been as bad as . . .

You stopped that thought in its tracks and knocked the rest of your drink back. A mistake, you quickly realized, as your esophagus rebelled against the onslaught of liquid fire trying to surge its way to your stomach. Catching the cough behind your teeth, some of the beverage rose back up into your mouth where it found refuge in the rounded bubbles of your cheeks.

Luckily, no one but Thieram seemed to notice.

“Smooth.”

Wrestling down the wayward booze, you sneered at him. “Swallowed wrong.”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted. “That stuff isn’t meant to be shot. Didn’t the boss explain that when he first let you taste it?”

Another unwelcome, unfounded zing scratched across your heart.

You bit the inside of your cheek and glared at the bartender. After a beat, you pushed the empty tumbler across the bar toward him and firmly tapped the space next to it. Thieram’s deep set eyes fell to the glass, unimpressed.

“Don’t waste it this time,” he warned, snatching the heavy ornate glass bottle back off the shelf. He poured a finger’s worth and turned to put the bottle back.

“Hey!” you cried. Thieram stopped and looked back at the incredulous expression on your face. Gesturing to the too-empty glass, you said, “What gives?”

His fingers tightened almost protectively around the neck of the bottle.

“I don’t want you wasting it,” he answered. “I don’t need Silco asking me why the books aren’t adding up at the end of the month.”

Your eyes rolled so far back that you thought you might’ve glimpsed your brain.

“Free drinks are part of my compensation, Chuck.” A thrilling, warm tingle shivered under your skin as you watched him flinch at the nickname. “Silco allows me that bourbon. Pour me that bourbon.”

Thieram hesitated a moment more before he stepped back up to the bar and tipped an additional splash into your tumbler. Holding his gaze, you brought the glass to your lips – pinky up! – and took an exaggeratedly small sip. He pursed his lips and rehomed the bottle on the top shelf, surreptitiously nudging it a little farther back than its neighbors, before tending to other patrons at the bar.

With the barman’s attention gone, your hackles drooped and a heavy, lonely feeling pressed under your skin. You took another sip of your drink, relishing the warmth wrapping you up from the inside out. As you continued to nurse and appreciate the fine liquor, the unwelcome sense of being watched interrupted your balmy journey into inebriation.

You may ‘only’ be Silco’s assistant, working relatively safely within the confines of his office . . .  and at his side –

That weird little zing ricocheted behind your ribs again, like a little bird beating its wings against its cage, trying furiously to free itself. You cleared your throat and your mind of the previous thought.

You may ‘only’ be Silco’s assistant, doing paperwork and pushing pencils, but you had worked for him long enough, lived in Zaun long enough to know when you were being eyeballed.

The rim of the tumbler rested on your lower lip again, and while you took another smooth sip your hooded eyes nonchalantly skirted the bar. No one seemed to be paying you any mind, instead favoring shoulder-cramping hunches that kept their eyes in their drinks. Setting your glass down, you swallowed and casually turned right and left on your stool, miming a search for your bag. As you did so, your eyes briefly lifted to the patrons who were closest to your sides.

Bingo.

A stool down from you to your right, some old codger kept sneering at you and then muttering into his beverage. Continuing your charade, you turned your attention back to your drink. Your elbows rested steadily on the bar top and your hands gently cupped your glass. The amber liquor within wavered a bit, the surface catching and flashing the bar lights prettily. A too-steady calm grounded your bones. You waited and listened.

“What was that?” you asked suddenly and sharply, snapping your head in the man’s direction.

The man jerked in his seat, his drink sloshing a bit over the rim of his tankard. Grumbling, he snatched up a bar napkin and wiped away the small spill. He looked over at you.

“What?”

“That’s what I asked you,” you said, voice steady and cold. “Did you say something to me?”

“For Janna’s sake,” he muttered dabbing the napkin against his scraggly mustache and beard. “I didn’ say nuffin’ to you.”

“Oh? You keep staring at me and then mumbling into your ale. You sure you don’t have anything to say to me?”

The liquor in your veins began to bubble with stupid courage. Normally, you would ignore such a person. Tonight, however, the combination of booze, an aching heart, and a weary mind was sending a confrontational itch under your skin. You spun your body on your stool to face the man and sneered at him. Booze streaming hot reactivity through your body swiftly washed away the thought that this might not be a wise idea.

The man glowered back at you, his teeth grinding together. You prayed he took the bait.

After a moment, he clucked his tongue against the back of his teeth and answered your prayer.

“I ‘s just musin’,” he began, bleary eyes falling back to his mug, “how it is tha’ Silco,” he said the name as if it were a rotten, dirty thing to be spat into the dirt, and it made your temper flare, “can afford t’ stock the bar wif that fancy dreck – which I ain’ never seen an’one but you drink, by the way – but apparently don’ave the coin to fix th’mess he’s made.”

Your fingers tightened around your glass. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The man scoffed and took another sloppy swig of his beer.

“The Drop ain’ what’t used t’be,” he slurred, almost nostalgically. “Vander’d blow ‘is lid if he could see the place now.”

“Vander betrayed us,” you spat, putting the same emphasis around The Hound’s name as the man had around Silco’s. “He made deals with Topside that kept Zaun from progressing.” You licked your lips, deciding whether or not to delve this argument further into the murk with another controversial topic. Taking the plunge, you added, “And then he abandoned the Lanes with his kids when they screwed up. Silco came in and cleaned his mess up.”

The man’s eyes lit up with a fire that almost took you aback. “Abandoned us, did’e? Naw, girl. I’m no fool. Vander was’n trouble, but he’d never skulk off wiff his tail ‘tween his legs. Not The Hound. I know tha’s the lie you n’ the rest o’ his lot try’n tell us, but I’ll lick Heimerdinger’s boot a’fore’ll believe he left wiff’is kids to leave the Lanes in the slimy hands o’ that rat-faced bastard.”

He took another swig of his ale, half of which dribbled down his chin.

“’Sides,” he continued, “Vander didn’ take all them chitlers wiff ‘im, did’e?” His eyes slid upward to the balcony above you.

Against your better judgement, your head turned and tilted up. A scrawny leg with a too-big shoe dangled from the edge of the upper-level, gently swaying off-beat to the jangly music that filled The Drop. Jinx didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything but the small handful of metal scraps between her fingers. A screwdriver was tucked between her lips and her brow was crunched in concentration as she fiddled with her contraption. She was allowed to meander around The Drop until night fully fell and the club became rowdy with debauchery. At that point she was sequestered back in her and Silco’s living quarters an additional floor up.

“Even though that one’s always been a’bit of’n . . . odd duck,” he continued, “Vander wouldn’t’ve left her.”

“Leave her out of this,” you warned through grit teeth. You’d taken a shine to the young girl Silco brought back from the cannery and your protectiveness of her was only rivaled by that of Silco’s.

The drunk huffed a wheezy laugh. “Oh yeah, wouldn’ wanna bad talk the great Eye of Zaun’s crazy new toy.”

Your fingers squeezed so tightly around your glass that you were surprised it hadn’t shattered.

“I worked wiff’im, Lass,” he slurred, leaning in with a condescending sneer etching his face in deep, craggy channels, “in the mines. Him n’ Vander. Was always a selfish, meddlin’, no-good pipsqueak. Always tailin’ after Vander, ridin’ his coattails. Even now, tha’s what he’s doin’. Vander did all the hard work t’get The Lanes steady n’ then that opportunistic rat scurried in with his mindless, spineless goons n’ did ‘im in. Silco don’ care a lick for t’Undercity. He’s an ugly, schemin’, chinless, buck-toothed – “

You were not in control of what happened next. Even though you were the one who reacted. In a flash, your drink – your expensive drink – was thrown into the man’s face. He cried out and squeezed his eyes tightly as the alcohol burned them. Next, you smashed your tumbler over his skull. The glass shattered and he wailed, toppling off his barstool.

Blood pounded in your ears. Your vision tunneled in on the man scrambling off of the floor. Your arms and legs tingled with adrenaline and fire, rage curdling your blood, as you launched to your feet. Swiping the man’s tankard from the bar and hurling it in his direction. So blinded by your fury, so intent on beating the bastard to a pulp, you didn’t hear or see the bar’s reaction to the sudden fight.

Thieram had yelped and dropped the bottle he was pouring from. The other patrons at the bar jerked their attention away from nursing their drinks; some even backed up and away from your fray. One of the people at the billiards table jumped and scratched a jagged hole in the table’s felt top. The two men playing cards with Sevika spun in their seats, and the Lieutenant herself dropped the cards she was shuffling. Jinx’s body jolted and she tucked her legs up into her chest, big, dewy eyes wide with fear as she watched you attack the man. After a moment, she leapt to her feet and ran upstairs.

The man managed to throw an arm up that prevented the mug of ale from clocking him in the temple. The beer spilled across the floor and the stein bounced and rolled away under a table. Grabbing the man by the collar, you hauled him to his feet, intent on smashing his stupid face into the bar railing. However, as you lifted him (with strength you didn’t know you had) his hand swept across the bar, grabbed a dirty glass and cracked it across your face.

Yelling, you stumbled back, bumping into your stool. One of your hands cupped your numb cheek and felt wetness beneath your palm. He lunged at you, crashing his head into your ribs and wrapping his arms around your middle, causing you both to tumble back.

You hit the floor. Hard. Your spine spasmed and what air was left in your lungs was forcefully pushed out in a stinging wheeze. Your hand wrapped around the leg of a barstool and pulled, crashing it onto your assailant’s back. Something cracked. He roared. Hooking your legs around his waist, you squeezed and rolled the two of you over. Now on top, you bared your teeth and pummeled his face with alternating punches.

Too soon for your liking, a large metal hand grasped the back of your neck and lifted you off the man’s chest. Hissing and kicking, you did your damnedest to try and break free from Sevika’s grip. She was saying something to you – dressing you down – but you couldn’t hear it through the mighty pumping of your vengeful heart. To your abject horror and disgust the man clambered to his feet and spat some teeth onto the floor. He fixed his eyes on you, hot and furious, and took a step towards you and your keeper.

“Back off, buddy. It’s over,” you managed to hear Sevika say.

Over? Over? Like hell it was over! The idea of letting this ass-hat walk out of here after bad-mouthing Silco and Jinx renewed your need to fight. The idea of having to return to your melancholy mind sent destructive fear through your veins. Wriggling under Sevika’s iron grasp, you managed a lucky kick to her groin. She gasped and buckled forward, dropping you.

Freedom sent adrenaline surging through your veins and you launched yourself back at the drunk, fists thumping against his ribs. He coughed and sputtered, staggering back. Clawing at your shirt, he immobilized you enough to jut his knee up into your stomach. A choked cry tore from your bloody mouth and you fell. Before his boot found your hand or head, you scurried back, grabbing a pool cue someone had dropped. The cue extended your arm enough that is it swept through the air it caught your adversary behind the knees. He buckled and crashed to the ground with an outraged wail. As you rose to your feet, you thrust the cue in Sevika’s direction as she made another grab at your shirt. The larger woman snarled, but you didn’t care.

The cue smacked and cracked against the floor as you tried to deliver a blow to the fallen man, but he rolled out of the way and used a grip of the bar railing to clamber to his feet. Abandoning your broken weapon, your hand found a tight grip in the man’s dirty hair and you bashed his face against the bar top. Once again, you failed to notice his wandering hand and he spun back, clocking you across the face with a liquor bottle.

You screamed and reeled back into Sevika’s arms. Before your attacker could hurl himself back at you, bottle in hand, his eyes suddenly went wide and he screamed in agony. You were confused until you saw a familiar, lanky, red, coal, and gold figure in your wavering periphery.

The man was stopped in his tracks by the knife Silco had speared through his free hand, pinning him to the bar. The Eye of Zaun’s lips curled in a bone chilling sneer and he yanked the bottle from the drunk’s hand. To his credit the bloodied and beaten man did not cower in Silco’s presence, despite the Eye’s imposing figure and the blade skewering his hand. The two men stared at each other; Silco’s chin held high, glaring down his nose at the drunk. The drunk huffed breaths through swollen and bloody lips, his eyes bulging with hate as he looked up into Silco’s face before spitting into it.

Without missing a beat, the kingpin cracked the bottle across the drunk’s temple. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed, slumping against the bar, the knife tearing into his hand as the weight of his body heaved to the floor.

“Back upstairs, Jinx,” Silco barked as he took a pocket square from his waistcoat and wiped the saliva from his scarred cheek.

Your eyes jumped over to the stairs and you saw the young girl watching all of you with wide, scared, but interested eyes. Her hands fidgeted and tugged at her shirt’s hem and her bottom lip was tucked safely behind her top teeth. She looked to Silco and then to you, her eyebrows ticking up behind her jagged bangs.

“Jinx,” Silco insisted, firmly yet kindly.

Her eyes went back to him before turning heel and pattering back upstairs.

The Eye of Zaun turned back to the bar, his eyes landing on you, still slumped in Sevika’s arms. Since his appearance, your wrath had ebbed, replaced by a sense of embarrassment and . . . something else. He looked down at you, taking in your injuries with practiced neutrality. Perhaps you wished it, but you thought something flickered behind his eyes.

It couldn’t be worry, could it?

Before you could search for the look again, he turned his attention to the unconscious man at his feet. His lips curled.

“Get him out of here,” he ordered Thieram. “Tell Lock and Jasper he is not allowed back on the premises. Sevika, take her up to my office.”

An annoyed groan rumbled through the Lieutenant’s arms as she hauled the both of you to your feet. Now that your adrenaline had time to wear off, physical pain was beginning to creep its way into your consciousness. A weak, protesting garble slurred past your swollen lips as Sevika lifted you into her arms. She ignored it, as well as the weak wiggle you gave, and followed Silco back upstairs.

Once in his office, Silco strode to his grand desk.

“Put her on the couch,” he said as he began sifting through the desk’s drawers.

Sevika did so, probably with more care than she wanted to do. Your bottom melted into the couch’s cushions and your spine heaved against the tufted back. Now that your head was back over your shoulders, your vision swam and your brain throbbed.

“You’re dismissed,” came Silco’s voice.

Sevika’s fuzzy form hesitated only for a moment before stalking out of the office, slamming the door behind her. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn your head to look at Silco. Partly out of self-consciousness, partly because your stomach was beginning to curdle and squeeze and you feared you may vomit all over your employer’s furnishings.

As if sensing your thoughts, Silco appeared in front of you, a garbage pail in one hand, a cloth and bottle in the other. He set the trash can next to your knee and sat himself down on the coffee table across from the couch. You made a point to stare at the spot above his head.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

You scoffed, protecting your ego from the ridiculous question. Even though it did take you a beat to remember it. You heard yourself finally answer. Silco nodded as he uncorked the bottle.

“Do you know my name?”

“Silco.” That one was easier.

“Do you know where you are?”

“In your office . . . in The Last Drop.”

“What nation do you live in?”

“Zaun.”

A more satisfied nod bobbled Silco’s head as he dampened the cloth with liquid from the bottle. It smelled strongly of astringent. Too strong. Your stomach roiled, sending you pitching over your lap and vomiting into the wastebin. Silco set the antiseptic and cloth down and reached forward to pull your hair away from your face.

Once your throat was raw and your cheeks streaked with tears, you carefully sat back up, Silco’s hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you back. Once you were propped up, he returned to dosing the cloth.

“What happened?” he asked, leaning forward and pressing the saturated cloth to your cheek.

You hissed at the sting and squeezed your eyes shut. An action that sent another almighty throb through your skull.

“I fought a guy.”

“Yes, that’s what Jinx told me,” he said patiently, dabbing blood off your cheek. “What led you to assault a customer?”

Your now empty stomach dipped. Was he angry? Disappointed? Were you about to be fired? Your jaw moved side to side and you chewed on your tongue, not realizing you didn’t answer his question.

Silco’s dual-colored eyes searched your distant face as he continued to wipe it clean.

“I’m wondering if I hired you for the wrong position,” he quipped. Your breathing stilled as you looked at him. Silco didn’t smile, so you assumed your rattled brain was imagining the small tilt of his lips. “I didn’t know you were so quick on your feet or ferocious in a fight. Perhaps your skills are wasted being my assistant – “

“I like being your assistant.”

The words flew from your mouth before you could stop them, much less think about them. Silco stilled in his attentions and your face flushed horribly. Embarrassment bolstered by liquor coursing just under your skin in cherry red splotches.

Silco’s face softened, as did his voice. “I like you as my assistant, as well.”

Your heart fluttered something horribly wonderful behind your ribs. The flush of your cheeks deepened.

“That doesn’t answer my question, though,” Silco said, tone back to something commanding. “What cause did you have to fight that man?”

Once again, you averted your gaze, dropping your eyes down to your cracked, bruised, and bloodied knuckles.

“He . . . he,” you stammered, unwilling to admit what had sent you into such a blind rage.

The sound of Silco saying your name pulled you from your whirling mind. You bashfully looked to him, seeing his aqua and red eye fixed on you.

He really does have lovely eyes, the liquor in your blood whispered.

Silco spoke before any other intrusive thoughts could sing under your skin.

“You know I value loyalty above all else,” he said. “Honesty is a tenant of loyalty. Now tell me, why were you fighting that man?”

“Because he was speaking poorly of you,” you admitted, your eyes darting away from his.

Silco’s hand paused in its cleaning of your face. You felt his eyes on you in a meaningful way. He let out a small sigh before taking up one of your hands and began to tend to your knuckles.

“There are plenty of Zaunites who do not agree with my leadership,” he mused and you watched his fingers tend to your own.

He held your hand so, so softly. Not as if he were fearful of hurting you, nor as if he didn’t want to touch you. He held it reverently. You couldn’t remember anyone ever touching you in such a way.

“Even the Chem-Barons have their qualms about me,” Silco continued. “For the most part it is petty jealousy parading as gossip. Childish, but benign and meaningless. I will not spare my thoughts or energy on those who do not like me. I am only interested in freeing Zaun.”

Well, I’m interested in you, the booze swimming in your head countered. You hiccupped as a means to stop that thought from coming out of your mouth.

“Why do you give your attention to such people?” he asked, switching the hand he was working on.

“Because everyone should understand and respect how hard you’re working,” you mumbled through swollen lips. “They should be grateful for your passion.”

His thumb swept affectionately over the top of your hand as he cleaned your knuckles. It was the action that proved to be your undoing. Sighing, you allowed your careful mind to rest and let the looseness of liquor coat your insides. Your fingers curled gently, awkwardly around Silco’s hand. It was very warm. Soft in some places, but firm in others where chronic calluses used to blossom and build. His hand stilled in your own, but he made no attempt to pull away. You weren’t certain, but he may have even firmed up his own grip.

“I am grateful for your passion, Silco,” you murmured. Finally, you lifted your gaze to his. “I like being your assistant because I get to see you up close. Your passion, your vision, your drive. It inspires me. I’ve never seen anything like it. I wouldn’t want to work the streets because I wouldn’t get to be with you.”

Silco’s lips parted infinitesimally, and his blue eye widened a touch. He reached his free hand up and gently touched your sore and swollen cheek. An unbidden hiss swept through your teeth and the swell of your cheek rose up in a wince. The little wonder left Silco’s face, his brow furrowed and hand dropped away.

“No!” you cried, vocal cords cracking under the sudden explosion of sound.

Your body leaned forward to chase his hand, but the bourbon and fight made you body sloppy and heavy. The lean veered over to the right, and you would’ve toppled ass-over-tea-kettle if Silco hadn’t caught you, his large hands cupping each shoulder blade. The plump cushion of your cheek smashed against his chest and your leadened arms looped around his thin waist.

“You smell good,” came the drunken mumble from your lips, voice muffled by the silken fabric of his waistcoat.

Silco’s ribcage spasmed in a huff. You weren’t sure if it was amusement or disgust. However, as his hands pressed into your back and held you closer, your foolish heart leapt, fueled by disbelief and hope. The warmth brushed against the scarred wounds etched in the organ, and your logical brain surged back on line. But before you pressed yourself away from his chest, Silco rested his cheek against your hair.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “for your fierce and unwavering loyalty. For me and Jinx. For Zaun.”

Like a switch, your brain flipped back off and your drunk heart melted further against his. After some time, Silco carefully lifted you up, his hands shifting to hold the fronts of your shoulders. Your watery gaze slid up to his. Once again, he went to brush his thumb against your bruised cheek.

“This cut is very deep. I’m wondering if – “

Silco’s wonder was cut off by the press of your mouth on his. A most un-kingpinly squeak peeped out from him, but he didn’t pull away. He tasted like cigars, Shimmer, and warmth. And home.

With a loud smack! you broke away from him and flopped onto the couch.

“I like you, Silco,” you slurred, eyelids and head growing heavy.

 Your feet shifted against the rug, knees knocking in together as you considered standing.

“I should go,” you yawned. Your legs didn’t move. “Am I walking to the door yet?”

“No,” came Silco’s voice. A combination of something amused and baffled. “You’re not leaving, anyhow.”

“No, no. I can’t stay. You’ve already done enough – “

“Nonsense. You’re concussed. And drunk. You’re staying.”

Silco rose to his feet, cupping the back of your legs, gently spinning you on your seat until you were horizontal on the couch. He propped your head and back up with several cushions and retrieved a blanket from the steam trunk behind the couch, covering your body.

“Silco, you don’t have to do this,” you grumbled, although you did nothing to stop him.

“Shush. The Brothers and Sisters of Zaun are loyal to each other. I will work and keep an eye on you,” he murmured, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Are you doing this just because I said I liked you?” The question mumbled through your lips, as you rubbed your face snuggly into the back of the couch.

“No,” he answered. You were on the fringes of a drunk sleep, so you weren’t sure if you imagined him saying, “I’m doing this because I like you, too.”

It felt like you slept a thousand years. At least, you felt like you were a thousand years old as you awoke the following morning. Your body ached, but it was nothing to how your head throbbed and pounded. The bed beneath you felt strange and stiff. Perhaps because it wasn’t a bed at all, you realized, but a couch. You dared to crack your eyes open and you saw red upholstery. Then you smelled . . . cigars.

Your body jerked and jolted up. An action you quickly regretted as the column of your spine spasmed and skull exploded. Groaning, your arms gathered around your knees and dropped your forehead to them. As quickly as your addled brain could piece thoughts together, the previous night swam up in wavering ripples and puddles.

You nursing a chronically aching heart with the expensive bourbon Silco allowed you.

Listening to some twat talk out his ass.

Knocking said twat on his ass.

But he got a few hits in, too, remembering a glass and bottle to your dome.

Silco stopped him before he could rattle you any further.

Silco tended to your wounds. He pulled the hair from your face when you threw up.

Cautiously glancing down at the floor, you spied a clean waste basket. On the coffee table there was a tray that held a silver pitcher and a waiting glass. And a bottle of painkillers.

Your stomach reeled, but not from your aching head. How you had behaved, what you had said, what you did flooded your mind. The blood and warmth drained from your hungover face. Nervously, your eyes peered over your shoulder.

Thank Janna.

He was not at his desk. You might still be able to get out of here with what was left of your dignity. Gingerly, your feet found the floor and your toes flexed inside your boots. Gripping the seat cushion, you prepared to haul yourself onto your woozy legs, but your eyes got stuck on the tray of water and medicine in front of you. Where he had sat.

Silco tended to your wounds. Held your hair from your face. Held you to him when you tumbled forward. He didn’t pull away when you kissed him – GODS! You couldn’t believe you did that! You knew better! Professionally and personally. He didn’t rebuke your drunken . . . confession . . .

The ground felt like it crumbled beneath your feet. Your insides went cold.

You liked him. Not just admired. Liked. Crushed. Infatuated.

Despite the fact that prior relationships had taught you better, you fell again. For your boss.

For the Eye of Zaun.

You were screwed. You’d never recover from this.

The office door opened and you jumped.

“You’re awake,” Silco noted, closing the door behind him.

He was dressed just in his trousers and button-up shirt. His hair wasn’t quite coifed yet and his scar laid bare. The green light streaming in from the window beyond his desk bathed him in an eerily beautiful light. The picture of Zaun itself.

His face was soft in the morning and its light. He smiled.

“May we talk?”

Maybe you wouldn’t want to recover from this.

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Notes: Thank you for reading this too long one-shot! If you liked it, please comment/reblog :)

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WAIT YOU DO TRANS CHARACTERS??? I need more trans!Silco content in my life 😭

Maybe he finally feels comfortable enough to share his first time with male!reader? Idk, you could write anything and I'd read it lol

Aww shucks~ hope I've made it worth the wait!

Trans silco is perfect! You really gonna tell me that man is cis? No way

This is set during the pre-time skip. Silcos empire has been made but he's not at the level of power he is when we see him in the show.

A follow up smut to this ask: here

First time

🍋 NSFW

pairing: trans!Silco X Male!reader

Warning: AFAB body & some language for Silco, penetration, Creampie, slight virginity kink from reader, oral on silco, vibrators, prepping, goofy interactions between acts

Your relationship with silco was interesting. He saught you out for advise or to look after jinx. To keep him company when he was stressed. But as time went on and you two grew closer - one thing lead to another and your view of each other changed.

First it was just, employer and employee. You were ranked up and made his assistant. Jinxes babysitter after seeing you two become close. The lines began to blur. You were family. He began to cherish you. Trust you with things he didn't trust with others. He cared for your opinion above others. You made him weak.

He loved you.

But you didn't know that. You loved him too but thought he'd want to be professional. Despite the drifting touches and gentle moments. You kept your longing to yourself.

Silco had a meeting today. He was out for the entire evening. You were left to clean up the work he had left. Paperwork needing signatures, the bar had to be managed and you need to check the menu. The boss was growing bored of the usual mixes and wanted someone else's perspective.

You looked down at the list jinx gave you before she scurried back to the depths of her room. She overhead your conversation earlier and wanted to give her suggestions on new drinks.

They were... unique. But what would the last drop be without chaos in every corner. You handed the list over to the bartender and he poured you small glasses of each drink. Using his knowledge to tweak them so they'd actually be drinkable.

You took a gulp out of each. Each one left your tongue sizzling. You couldn't tell if you hated them or loved them. You took another sip and was still left unsure. They were perfect!

"Add them to the menu, we can have a special night - monkey mania or something cheesy like that."

You waved your hand, skulling down your favourite of the bunch. Yep, you still couldn't tell.

"Oh and...expect Jinx to come by with new cups, she was very excited about this."

You tapped the counter with a knowing smile. Before Perking up. "Hand me the scotch, won't ya, Thieram."

He placed the bottle on the counter, ready to pour. Your face dropped as you rolled your eyes.

"The good scotch."

Thieram gave you a knowing look. Raising his brow. "You don't think it went well?"

"It never goes well if Finn is involved, that's why I'm here." You grinned.

He handed you two freshly cleaned glasses, pouring a generous amount in each. You thanked him as you slid a tray over, placing the drinks on before snatching the entire bottle.

"Have some faith, (Y/N)." He barked out with a laugh of disbelief.

You just shook your head. Taking the tray up to silcos office. You placed his cigars by them before putting on his favourite vinyl. Refusing to start it until Silco arrived. You drew the curtains just enough for light to peak through. Switching on a few lights on a dim setting. Dusting off and fluffing each pillow.

You clicked your fingers. "Where's the lighter?" You checked your own pockets before searching any of his left over jackets and coats.

You couldn't find a thing. You rolled up your sleeves as you began snooping into his desk. Your cheeks going red as you found a golden vibrator in one. You slammed it shut as you continued your search.

with a sigh of relief you finally found it. Keeping it in your hand as you lifted the tray with the other. Steadying in on your palm as you waited in the middle of the room.

It wasn't long before you heard the familiar trudging footsteps coming up the stairs. You took in a deep breath as you tried to soothe your racing mind. Forcing back the mental picture of Silco pleasuring himself with the vibrator you found. Espically now that he was about to open the door.

"You're already here."

Your boss lowered his knife. He had a feeling it was you but you can never be too careful in his line of business.

"I had a hunch." You shrugged. Panicking as you almost dropped the tray.

Silco sighed as he went straight for his seat. Leaning back in his chair, you trailed after him. Lowering the tray so he could reach his cigar, you flicked on the lighter and lit it for him.

Moving the papers out of the way you played down the tray. You walked over, playing his favourite record with a smile. Returning back to his side as you stood with your hands behind your back.

"I've finished everything off and have piled it by date the contract was received, you'll just need to look over it and give it your signature."

"Thank you." Relief clear in his voice as he let out a drag. When he noticed you weren't moving, he sighed. "Sit."

It was an order. Not an offer. You pulled the nearby footstool from under his desk, sitting down next to him. It was humourous but you held back your snickers. Seeing as you were taller than the man so even at this low seat you were a fairly good height.

Silco took a large gulp of his drink. Rubbing his temples after as he slid the drink over to you. You refilled his glass before taking a swig of yours.

"What happened."

He let out a groan as he chewed at the end of his cigar. Getting frustrated at the mere thought of that meeting. As if the room was suddenly too hot from his flaring anger he hastily took off his suit vest. Holding it with a snarl over his chairs arm.

"The usual, no respect or competence from any of them, Finn making a performance of his own stupidity to win their favour."

"Did it work?"

"of course not." He barked out an amused scoff.

"and here I thought it went awful - sounds like normal business."

"But they did agree to his meaningless suggestions, now plans have been delayed but that's to be expected."

"Yikes." You poured a little extra in his glasses before skulling yours.

He chuckled as he took a long sip. He crushed his cigar before turning to you. His eyes softened as he wiped away the pencil smudge on your cheek. No doubt you got it whilst doing your tasks.

"Silco... would you--" the words died in your throat. Heat rising to your cheeks as your heart thumped in your ears.

Oh god how strong was that drink? Or were you just more of a light weight than you realized. Your brain was hazy as you rubbed your hands up from his knees to his thighs.

"Do you want me to relieve your stress?"

Silco was caught off guard by your question. Stiffening under your touch as you stared up at him. A longing in your eyes he only noticed in moments like these. Where you sat together and talked as equals. He tried to ignore it. Dismiss it. Claim it to be wishful thinking but here you were.

"How would you do that?" His voice was dripped with curiousity, disbelief hanging on the edge of his words.

"However you wanted me to, it's your stress not mine." You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Is that mouth of yours only for show or can you actually put it to work?"

The implication went straight to your dick. Your smile twitching as you tried to hold it back. You forced the chair to move, making silco sit right Infront of you as you pushed his legs open.

"Tell me how I do after, who knows I could be god awful." You teased.

Unpopping his trouser buttons, Huffing as you had to unbuckle his belt before you could properly pull down the front. Those damn pants. You're never letting him wear these again. What even is this?

With his help you pulled his trousers down to ankles. He hummed disapproving as he stepped on your thigh. It took a moment to figure out what was wrong before it clicked. You carefully unlaced his shoes before slipping them off, one by one. Taking his trousers off too. Leaving him in his shirt.

There were many secrets Silco kept. His body was not one of those. Sure, he was private about it but anyone in his close circle knew. He was not ashamed of it. Simply, he found no need to share it with the world. He is a man. That was it.

Your hands trailed up his bare thighs as you reached for his briefs. Pausing to give him time to reconsider but he just shook his head.

"I thought you wanted to help me?" He mocked. "Are you nervous?"

"Just giving you space to decline."

You pulled them down and placed them along with his trousers. Which were folded next to his shoes.

There it was. A sight of real beauty. You savoured every second you could to look at him. Watching his twitching brow as he shifted his hips. Giving you better access as you lowered your head. Maintaining eye contact as you licked up the wet slick from his folds. You moaned against him, the vibrations going straight to his cock as you sucked on it.

Silco groaned as his hands found their way on your head. Gripping you closer as you sucked and kissed his sensative sex. Your eyes rolling as he grinded against your mouth.

"Ah- good pet."

The nickname only made you more eager. Lapping him up as your tongue dragged up him. Rogue swirling around his clit as your fingers rubbed his folds.

Each noise he made drove you closer to completely loosing yourself. You didn't even realize you closed your eyes as you focused on devouring his wet cunt. Grabbing his hips to press him more against your mouth as you slurped and licked.

You kept prodding at his hole as you greedily ate him out. Gathering up his slick as lubricant. Pushing one finger in as you thrusted it in with a slow steady pace. His legs twitched and shifted. Wrapping around your head loosely as he used your back as a way to keep him propped up.

He was unable to speak. Just moaning as he jerked his hips up. He saw white as his climax crashed over him. Feeling sensative as you gave small kisses to his clit.

"How was I? You asked, mouth glistening from your feast. Leaning back to get a better look at him.

"I'll need you to do that more often." He sighed out. Catching his breath.

"Oh? Was I really that good?"

You were grinning. Utterly smug and chest puffed out with pride. You helped him move his legs from your shoulders. Rubbing them up and down as he sat there. Relaxed and smiling.

"Don't let it get to your head too much, I doubt that brain of yours can handle it."

You let out a fake offended gasp. Clutching your chest as you loudly sniffed. "Wounded - truely."

Silcos eye landed on the prominent bulge in your pants. Smirking as he pressed his foot down on it. You let out a strangled moan as he rubbed it. You gripped his leg as you grinded against his foot. Needing relief more than you thought.

"You talk too much, pet, since you did such a good job-" he leaned back spreading his wet folds with long slender fingers. Your eyes immediately snapped to it.

"I'll let you put it inside."

You immediately tried to scramble up. Rushing to get your pants off as your dick took over your brain. All you could think about was feeling him clench around you. How warm and wet he'll feel. You needed it so bad.

Silco watched with clear amusement. Using it to his advantage to hide his nerves. Whilst he was no blushing maiden, he's had plenty of experience. He's never had someone inside him. He didn't trust anyone enough. But he trusted you. He wanted you.

You picked him up from his seat, propping him up on his desk as you moved everything to the side. Trying not to break anything as you finally kicked off your pants. Your shoes flying off too.

You lined yourself up to his entrance, tracing circles into his hip as you moved forward.

"Wait-" Silco pushed on your shoulder. You immediately stopped as you looked at him.

Was he already regretting this? Did you do something wrong?

"I've never had anyone inside me before."

"You're a virgin?!" Genuine surprise was in your voice. How?! He was him! He was so handsome!

"I used toys, that privilege was reserved for me only."

Fair. You nodded, showing you understood. You tried to calm down your racing heart as another grin tugged on your lips.

"But no one's ever fucked you before?"

"No." He shook his head.

You looked down at his sex. Mind was screaming at you to ruin him. To think, no one has ever fucked him. You'll be the first. First to fuck that delicious pu-

You cut yourself out of your perverted thoughts. Your face was burning as you nodded to yourself.

If he's never had anything other than toys then prep will most definitely be needed. You were prepared to finger him until he was ready but you wanted to give him the extra effort. To go beyond the basics.

You opened the drawer, taking out the vibrator much to his surprise. Just as he was about to ask you how you knew you shushed him. Turning it on as it had a light vibration. You placed it on his clit as you drew light circles. He shivered at the action. Slowly dragging it up and down his sex before pressing it to his hole.

You slowly pushed it in, pressing it to the next mode where it picked up in speed. The vibrations traveling up to his aching clit. You rolled in with your finger as you fucked the vibrator into him slowly. He hissed as it stretched him. He was wet enough he could take it but it still needed abit of a nudge.

As soon as it was inside you began to fuck him with it. Wet sounds coming from his pussy as your hand moved faster. Aiming for quick and deep as you stretched him out.

With attention on his cock and being fucked he was growing more sensitive. Absolutely Dripping as he gripped your arm. Steadying himself as he threw his head back. A loud moan echoing through the room as the vibrations grew more fierce. Now on the third setting.

"Fuck me-!" He demanded. Gritting his teeth as he tried to force back the familiar sensation. His release coming quicker than he desired.

You slowed down your movements as you turned off the vibrator. Linging yourself back up with his entrance before you stopped. Scanning him up and down. Before silco could ask you suddenly flipped him over. Pushing his chair closer to the desk. Pressing his ass to your cock as he had one leg propped up on the desk and the other just balanced on the chair.

You finally pushed yourself in. practically drooling at how snug he felt around your shaft. Clenching around you as you thrusted in deeper. Doing exactly as what you did with the vibrator. Easing in until there was less resistance.

It wasn't until the last few inches were in did he start grinding back. Trying to take you in fully as he let out a moan. His brain needing one thing and he was losing paitence.

"Go on , fuck me."

You let out a shaky breath as you pulled out enough. Just leaving the tip in before thrusting back in. Hitting right past the stubborn ring of muscle and exactly where he needed. From this angle he could feel how deep you were thrusting into him. Hitting a spot even he couldn't.

Silco leaned on the desk as he gripped the edge of it. Barely able to prop himself up as you grabbed his hips.

Your moans mixing together as you watched your cock sink into him. Everytime you came out you could see how wet he was.

"You really like this, huh? Like me fucking your pretty little hole."

Your ears were burning. Oh god what were you saying.

"All this power and yet here you are." You pounded into him with one hard thrust. "Letting some nobody fuck you like this."

"You're not some nobody." He gritted out. His words mixing with his Groans. There was still a slight ache but the pleasure was too much to focus on that. It felt too good to stop.

"You're mine."

Your brain suddenly went blank as you stared down at him. Your eyes meeting. A dark possessive fire in his eye as he looked back at you. It was if something posses you. You were moving faster than you thought you could. No longer sparing him as you chased your every desire.

To feel him be stuffed with your cock moaning for you. To please him. To make him come undone. To make him yours. You were his and he needed to be yours.

The words 'your mine' repeating in your head making you whimper.

"Just like that." He breathed out. Enjoying the rougher treatment. Feeling your nails dig into his flesh.

"I fucking love you, I love how good you feel - how you take me- made for me."

The words came out your mouth before you could even process them. Silco clawed at your wrists as he moaned desperately. Neither of you caring for volume.

"You're so perfect for me, pet." His words came out shaky as he felt his sensative he was becoming. "There's no one I trust more than you."

You hooked your arm under his waist, pulling him up as you jerked your hips up. He was bouncing on your dick as he held onto the desk. He reached out with one hand for you tie. Pulling you closer to him as his lips messily met yours. Barely able to kiss from your position but you both tried none of the less.

It was sloppy. Teeth getting in the way. Tongues just getting inside the others mouth as you moaned. It was passionate. Messy. But that's how you liked it. That's how Silco was. Under all his classy looks and composed facade. That who he was. You couldn't ask for anything different.

"Thank you." You kept thanking him as you felt yourself getting closer.

Why were you thinking him? Too many reasons to count. you couldn't think of a single one in that moment. Just focusing on how wet he was and his noises.

"I'm gonna-" you stuttered out.

"Do it." He gasped out. "inside."

You thrusted deep and hard as hot ropes of cum filled him up. He shivered as your released prompted his own. Overstimulation hitting him as you slowly fucked him through both of your highs.

As soon as you slipped out you helped him down from his desk. Picking him up and taking him the much more comfy sofa. Laying him down as you pulled out a Handkerchief from your pocket. Cleaning him up before doing so with yourself.

His hair was a mess. Drool was running down his chin. Shirt crinkled and folded up to show his stomach. His makeup smudged from sweat and when he his face was pressed against his desk.

You sighed dreamily. Running your hands through his dark hair, spotting more grey hairs. Silco hummed as he grasped your wrist.

"Did I do good?" You asked. Voice soft as you watched him kiss your palm.

"Better than good." He locked eyes with you. Smiling, loopy and relaxed.

You adjusted his position. Laying behind him as you held him close to your chest. Kissing his shoulder as you buried your face into it. Neither of caring for the future. Just blissful and shimmering in the afterglow.

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[chickenparm]

Btw would you be willing to write about Thieram again. I would love for the reader to make him blush and squirm.

okay yeah sure here's some more thieram, eat up anon slurrrrrp

Thieram(Chuck)/gn!Reader Drabble - NSFW Deep-Throating, Blowjob, Fluff ---

“Fuck-... Gods, you’re so good…”

Your hum is the encouragement he needs, compounded by the way you look up at him with pleading eyes and wet lashes from your tears. Another curse cuts from his mouth as you take him all the way inside again, your nose brushing the fine hairs at the base of his cock while you desperately try to work past the instinct to gag around him.

It happens anyway, and his head hits the wall with a sharp thud as he rolls it back. His hands clamp onto you - one around your shoulder the other at the back of your head to keep you against him for a moment longer. As soon as you start to pull away, he lets you go and looks down his face at you. You look a mess, drooling and crying and heaving for breath. Even so, you’re struck by the way his eyes almost seem soft.

Your tongue rolls out, intent on taking him until he can’t hold back anymore, but he hits you with a question that startles you, “A-Are we a thing?”

“Are you really asking that right now?”

“I-I mean… Sorry, I just… Nevermind.”

Thieram is still hard in your hand, and you resolve to answer that question as soon as you’re finished here - if only because you’re suddenly intrigued. The topic is dropped as his cock hits the back of your throat again. As you swallow and hum around him to stave off your natural reaction to the intrusion, Thieram whines your name in a way that is most definitely influencing your thought process, stunted as it might be at present.

Just like the times before, but no less satisfying, you let Thieram release on your tongue. He watches with fluttering eyes as you show it on your tongue, then pointedly swallow it. You hope he never gets used to your antics, if only to keep seeing him like this where his pulse is fluttering and he’s gripping the wall behind him with scratching fingernails.

When you get to your feet and kiss him, solidly and with his hands roaming wherever he can reach, you stop him from going any further than over-the-clothes groping. There’s a bit of panic in his eyes, and you realize it’s stemming from the unanswered question - he must think he’s crossed a line. Perhaps a few weeks ago he might have when this all first started, but you’ve had time to be unintentionally wooed by him when he sneaks glances at you at every opportunity.

The next kiss is much softer, more so than anything that’s been exchanged so far. To anyone else, it may be answer enough, but Thieram’s an overthinker with little to no confidence - so you spell it out for him.

“Do you want to be together? Be honest.”

“Yes.”

It’s more emphatic than anything he’s said to you before, clear and concise and no sign of his nervous stutter. You’re almost ready to tell him you’re proud, before you remember exactly what that had been in answer to. And perhaps it’d be a bit demeaning, now that you think about it.

“Okay. So here’s what we’re gonna do, just so you don’t second-guess it,” You shift his hands to your waist, leaving him holding you comfortably as you lean into him in an embrace that’s decidedly tender, rather than the ones of passion you’d shared before. Thieram’s throat bobs as you lay everything out for him to understand, “We’re going back to my place when you’re done locking up. You’re going to fuck me stupid, and then I’m going to tell you that I love you, and you’ll get the answer to your question then, alright?”

The silly grin that’s beginning to spread across his mouth tells you that he very much understands, but he nods in approval anyway. For the first time, he takes the initiative to kiss you - so sweetly that it hurts your teeth. You love it anyway, going back in for another, then one more, and chasing after so many that he has to push you away or else Silco’s going to realize the two of you are fucking each other while Thieram’s on the clock.

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[a-gal-with-taste]

I’m a little unhealthily obsessed with Silco’s graying hair in acts 2 & 3 and I’m just imagining him reacting to being a called a silver fox because he is and he deserves to have someone tell his middle-aged ass how hot he is.

Sweetie, there's nothing healthy about our obsession with this cartoon evil man. His hair is the least of our worries ❤

Warning: Crack, kinda fluffy, minor pining, Reader is simping a lil' bit & is so absolutely oh my god they are so far gone you guys drunk, if Silco had any physical self-esteem issues before, he doesn't have them after this

"I should tell him." Ran immediately raises their brow, turning as they observe you. You don't pay attention though, turning a glass to catch under the bar-lighting. It's pretty, the ever-changing colors sparkling the glass and the shine catches on your eye and makes you blink. After a beat, you smile. As if you had found the answer in the see-through material. "Yeah.... yeah, I'm gonna tell him!"

Your co-worker almost looked weary to ask. "Tell who what?"

You frowned, rolling your eyes, suppressing a giggle at how the world swirled. "Tell Silco he's sexy, duh!"

Ran needed a moment to process the words that just came out of your mouth, and when they did, they turned and made a swift-cutting motion to the Thieram-... no, Chuck. You thought with a snort at the new nickname going around the crew. Chuck sounded funnier. "I dunno if a lot of people tell him... have you told him he's sexy, Ran?"

Clenching their metal-hand, Ran looks physically pained. Like yourself, Ran liked to keep to themselves, following orders and doing the dirty-work without complaint, before camping out at base or heading home without much fanfare. It had taken a while for the two of you to become more regular-drinking buddies, and right now, Ran looked like they were seriously regretting it. "... No."

"Well, why not?" You scoffed, lifting your chin and crossing your arms to rest your head atop of them, fingers lazily tapping on your other wrist. "He is, and more people should say it." Sudden though flashing through you, you jerked your head up to look at the barkeep. "Hey, when's the last time you told Silco he's-"

The taste of metal on your tongue, but Ran is in enough control of her prosthetic not to crush your jaw as they effectively muzzle you. "Do not finish that line of thought." A glance to your glass, and Ran snatches it up with the other gloved hand. "And don't finish the drink, either. I think you'd be absolutely suicidal if you try to complete either one." Scoffing, you tugged at the metal grip on your face until it relented.

You spat out the taste of sharp metal and rubbed at your lips. "Well, it's true. And don't people, like... like compliments? What's wrong with me telling the truth and complimenting him?" Silco was enough of arrogant asshole that he would probably lavish in the praise. But he was still really, really attractive so you supposed it was fine if he wanted to be a jerk about it...

"Whoops." Apparently that internal-thought wasn't as internal as you thought, for Ran is rubbing the wrinkles between their eyebrows with a groan. "Please don't get up and call our boss... attractive. Or arrogant, or an asshole, Janna's sake..."

They're right - if you're going to tell him, you might want to cut out the negatives.

"You are right, I shouldn't call him that," You didn't even give Ran time to sigh in relief, tilting your head. "But like, I don't think there's enough in our language to say about him. Do I just, like... make-up words?" Your co-worker promptly chugged-back half of your stolen drink, but you were squinting too hard towards the ceiling to notice as you pondered aloud. "I mean, I know what's hot about him, but how do you like... put that into words when... he's just... that... hot?"

A poet, you were not, especially in this state.

But you were determined, and even though Ran half-heartedly made a grab for you, you slipped off the stool, regained your balance before you fell flat onto the floorboars, and started a half-shuffle, half-stumble towards the stairs.

Some distant, far-away part of you that still knew what the word 'sobriety' meant, was screaming at the top of its lungs. Do not go up those stairs, it howled. Don't even think about it. You know this doesn't end well, you are drunk, and he's SILCO.

Unfortunately, that sober-part of you made the mistake of saying the S-word, and you only smiled at the thought, and took the steps two-at-a-time. Only nearly-falling twice.

"I'm busy." Piltover's Industrialist, and the Underground's Eye didn't even look up at the sound of his door swinging open without warning. If it had been Jinx, she would've come in through the skylight, hanging from the rafters, and Sevika knew to knock.

And if it were any assassin, he knew one of the two ladies wouldn't be far behind to take care of it. Therefore, Silco could focus wholly on his paperwork, debating whether or not to actually approve this distribution sale...

"Hey, what's that... fuzzy... dog-thing? We don't have them here, but like... they live in forests and stuff."

"I believe it's called a fox." He doesn't know why he answers, but it's offhanded and short. The 'get out while you still have the chance,' is clear in his voice, but you don't hear it, and only grin with a snap of your fingers. "Fox, that's it!"

You flop onto the plush couch, letting out a coo underbreath at how comfortable it is as you set your feet on the arm, one crossed over the other with a grin as you proudly declare, "You're a real silver-fox!"

Silco, whose decided to approve the sale, promptly smears the ink of his pen halfway across the page.

A blink from his eye, and, very slowly, he sets the pen down atop of the paper. Folds his hands together. And lifts his chin to look over at you. "What," His tone was calm, measured, and both red and green eyes were downright murderous. "Are you doing?"

"Shh, don't interrupt," You pout, and miss the way his knuckles go white when you wag your finger at him.

Crossing your arms overhead, a sigh sounds from you as your boss fumes at your gall, but you're too far gone to even notice. "It's like... ridiculous how amazing you are. I'm talking head-to-toe, just... my Gods, have you ever seen yourself in a mirror??"

Again, you wag your finger in the air. "Nuh-uh, I'm not finished! Like, it's everything about you, from the silver-hair, to the biceps, and that tight little ass..."

You sighed dreamily as Silco prompted choked on his own air at his desk, hand darting to grab his glass of brandy.

"But like... I don't see how everyone doesn't see it! You're just like... incredible." Again, you hate the fact that you can't even spell the word sobriety anymore, for you wish you had a better grasp on your vocabulary at the moment. Words are swirling around your head faster than the ceiling is, so you press the heels of your palms against your eyes with a frustrated grumble. "Like, just fucking beautiful. Do you know how stunning you are?"

The fact that you sounded genuine, and also absolutely plastered, made Silco grit his teeth as he set his glass down with a sharp clink. "Is this a joke? Do you think I renovated The Last Drop into a comedy-club? No one is laughing."

You frown, and somehow, find yourself on your feet. Arms sway in air as you caught your balance, and with the world swooping and swaying around you, make your way over towards the desk. "Oof, no, hey-" You nearly fell over it at the same time as Silco shot to his feet, face twisted in a snarl, reaching for the nearest sharp-object-

Smack

The reigning crimelord of Zaun flinched as both your palms landed on either side of his face. You were too out-of-it to avoid the sting entirely, but it faded quickly as he realized you were standing there. Smiling like a complete idiot, but standing there and beaming as you held his face in between hands, like it was something precious.

"See? Even when you're cute when you are angry... or, other-way," You giggled, lolling your head to the side. "Just... I don't know how everyone doesn't see it. How amazing you are, every part of you is just... words suck." You finally gave up, pouting as you lifted one hand to gently pat his scarred cheek, still holding his face as you leaned over the desk to gaze up at him, in true adoration.

"Words suck," You repeated. "You? Perfect."

Then you closed your eyes, finally hearing the far-away sober part of you wailing at your idiocy, and already drafting your eulogy. Distantly, you were aware of long fingers reaching around your wrists, and lowering your hands from his face. You assumed the slight tremble was from your own intoxicated muscles, all out of sync.

"How... much did you drink?"

"A lot." You hiccuped, cracking open your eyes to chuckle sleepily as you watched the world seem to smear and smudge past. "Would still mean it if I was sober, though."

"I'm..." A pause, so long you thought you fell asleep. As your eyes slipped close, you felt something slim and warm wrap around you, and you let out a happy murmur as you felt the couch beneath you again. "... I'm sure you would."

You frowned, blindly reaching a hand up when you felt the warmth leave you, after propped your hand on the armrest. Fingers caught the edge of an designed, leather vest, and tugged slightly. "Hey, nuh-uh. I would. I've been wanting to say that for months now, don't you go... not-believing me. I'm serious."

"Months... is that right?"

You snuggled back against the couch, hand limp and falling as you felt something heavy but comfy fall over your form. Almost hesitant, but you all but snatched it up around your body, smiling happily at the faint musk of smoke surrounding you. "Yep."

Again, it was quiet for so long you thought you'd fallen asleep. You felt that you could, honestly, and curled your legs up so you were nearly buried under the jacket.

Heh. Buried.

You'd probably be dead by morning for this ridiculous transgression, so the humor of mortality was becoming truly funny to even your dazing mind.

"We can discuss this further. When we are sober, and able to speak naturally." You hear a shuffle of something being set by the couch, but only frown. "What if this is how I naturally speak?"

"Ha," He doesn't sound impressed. "There's a bin beside you. If you even think about staining my couch, floor or coat, you won't get a chance to sober up. I'll kill while you're suffering from the worst hangover of your life, but I will not make it a merciful death. Understood?"

"Sure thing, handsome." Lengthy silence, but you strove to fill it. "My silver-fox. Cutie-pie. Hotstuff. Mr Right. Mcdreamy. Apple of my Eye..." You had to giggle at that one, and heard a small sigh, before a press of a finger at your lip, attempting to silence you. "Stop talking," The order isn't biting, but firm. "Go to sleep."

You were one to follow orders, and do as they were told. So obediently, you felt your weighted mind start to sink deeper into those depths calling to you, pulling in for a long, dreamless sleep...

But you didn't go quietly, not without ignoring his orders one last time to whisper with a smile playing on your lips as you drifted to sleep.

"Whatever you want, sexy..."

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#drunk reader is so much fun #this goofy lil simp #look at them stumble around and point at silco like: y'all SEEING this? how DARE he look so fine #Reader: and none of y'all TOLD me he was gonna look this good?! #arcane #silco #shitpost #arcane silco #silco x reader #my writing #drabble request #ask #lol arcane #lol silco #arcane ran #ran is so tired #let them rest #and justice for chuck #arcane chuck #arcane thieram #oneshot

[infamous-light]

Can you do a spin on the post about getting tied up, with reader turning the tables on Jinx?

Thank you!

Surprise, Surprise!

Jinx x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 539

Warnings: Bondage, implied smut

“I could tie you up easily, you know.” You said with determination, not willing to back down from this quarrel.

She arched a single eyebrow, looking at you with skepticism. “Oh really?” She stood up from her chair and started to advance on you slowly. You could see a hint of a smirk starting to appear on her lips. “Toots, you couldn’t even manage to tie a simple bow on the gift box for Chuck’s birthday last month.”

You looked away, embarrassed. “W-Well, I’ve been practicing. I can do it… also, his name is Thieram.” You mumbled the last part under your breath as you glanced back at Jinx who now stood right in front of you. Her pink eyes were shining in mirth.

“You’re cute.”

Was the last thing you heard before a hard shove to the chest sent you falling backward onto the bed with a resound oomph. You didn’t have a moment to react as Jinx was already on top of you, straddling your hips. She then grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head, maintaining a tight hold on them.

You stared up at her in surprise, being caught off guard by the action. She smirked down at you before leaning in, her soft lips barely brushing against your ear. A pleased hum sounded from her throat at your current predicament.

“Maybe next time but I have you just the way I like… all that’s missing is having you wrapped up in some pretty rope.” Her teeth nibbled on your ear and a choked noise escaped you from the sensation. She pulled back a little to grin down at you. “You’d be like my own little birthday present!” Her voice then trailed off into a sultry tone. “Just ready for me to unwrap.”

You whimper at her words. Jinx chuckled, giving you a quick peck on the lips before she moved off you to presumably grab the rope. “Don’t move! I’ll be right back!” She called out over her shoulder.

At that moment, you realized that this was the perfect chance to do it. This was it. You’ll get her this time.

As soon as Jinx returned and climbed back onto the bed with the rope in hand, you leaped up and grabbed her waist, pulling her down, so she was lying on her back. You swiped the rope out of her hand and made quick work of tying her wrists together and looping it around the bed’s headboard.

The look on Jinx’s face was worth the practice you’ve been putting in this past month. You wish you could snap a picture of this exact moment and pin it on the fridge. Just so you could rub it in her face daily.

“See? I told you I can do it.” You gave her a smug grin as Jinx tugged at her bonds a few times with no give.

She scoffed, though her eyes narrowed playfully at you. “I let you do this.”

You rolled your eyes, still smiling. “Sure, Jinx. Whatever you say.”

This time, her eyes flashed in warning but it still bordered on teasing. “Oh, you’ll pay for this, monkey. You better run once I’ve let you have your fun.”

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[queerofzaun]

Hiii so glad you exist! I know you’re swamped with requests so I’ll be patient. I absolutely am in LOVE with Sevika. Can I request a snippet of her first encounter with fem reader who now is in a relationship with her? Thank you!

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : sevika x fem!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : fluff, alcohol consumption

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : reader is in a relationship with Sevika, and the two talk about their first encounter after a few drinks

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 584

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : heyoo! i'm glad you exist too <33 this is just a little snippet so it's a lil shorter than my other fics. also, i am also working on the part two of the sevika smut i wrote, so keep an eye out for that y'all. anyways, as always, hope u enjoy!!

After finishing two bottles of cheap liquor, you were plastered beside your girlfriend. Who was much better at handling her alcohol, and was only tipsy compared to your inebriated state. Your legs draped over her lap as you laid your head back against the sofa with a sigh.

She was still sipping on her glass, running a hand up and down your leg. You smiled, "Hey, Sev?"

Her brown eyes shifted to meet your e/c ones, "Yes, doll?"

"Do you remember the night we first met?" You asked, sitting up a bit.

It was just another typical day in the fissures. It was filled with trading, getting into a few fights with brawlers that lingered on the streets, and with you on your way to get a drink at the last drop before you headed in for the night.

Sevika chuckled as she played with her glass, "I remember saving your ass."

You were sitting at the bar, a drink in hand as you made small talk with Thieram. Music was blaring throughout the small building, the bass shook the stool you were sitting on. People were dancing on the floor drunkenly, playing their card games at the round tables, enjoying drinks with their friends and partners. Smoke could been seen throughout the whole place from the cigars and shimmer.

Some dude, probably twice your age, came up to you. He begged you to come with him. You said you weren't interested in men before telling him to get lost. That only enraged the man, and resulted him in your face as he started to scream at you. Calling you names. He was close to hitting you before he was suddenly thrown across the bar. The entire bar fell silent as they gathered around him with weapons drawn.

"You did." You smiled, "Everyone always said you were scary, but that night.. It made me see you differently."

Sevika looked down at you, with a very subtle look of concern. It was shocking that to see someone who was so tough, soften towards you. Especially that person being known as the scariest woman in Zaun. Before then, you believed the rumors. That she was not someone to fuck with. But there she was, standing above you with worried eyes. It changed how you saw her. No longer scary, but a protector.

"That never changed. You're lucky you managed to make me go soft on you, I don't let anyone see me the way you do." She told you before slowly taking a sip from her cup.

She ended up having a few drinks with you to make sure no one bothered you for the rest of the night. The two of you hit it off immediately. You spent hours talking to her, telling her about how you grew up on the streets. How your parents had passed away when you were ten so you had been on your own for a long time. That you often snuck up into the upper city to steal items to trade for coins and items. She told you about her as well, how she grew up. Opened up about Vander, and why she made the decision to side with Silco. Even went on a little rant about her annoyance for his daughter, Jinx.

"Oh, please. You're just a giant, sometimes aggressive and murderous teddy bear." You teased with a giggle.

She gave you a look with a raised eyebrow. "And you're lucky I love you because if anyone else called me a teddy bear, my blade would be in their chest."

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[abitohoney]

Suffocate Me

(A sequel to the sequel to Roses are Red)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5

AO3

This contains Explicit smut, so NSFW, MDNI Sevika x female reader 4.8k words

AN: Thought I was done with this ficlet, but then anon sent me a funny video in this post and I was inspired to write another chapter, so here you go!

It's only been a week since Valentine's day, and you're already dying to have another night with Sevika. She certainly hadn't been exaggerating about leaving you tired as hell after fucking you in the tiny supply closet. Took you several days to get back to walking like you didn't have something stuck up your-

The door to The Last Drop swings open, pulling you from your horny thoughts. It's closing time, so you're prepared to shout at whatever hooligan decided to let themselves in, but your scowl immediately shifts to a smile spread so wide your cheeks hurt.

Speak of the devil.

And she's looking right at you with an equally wide smirk.

Leaning on the counter, you push your boobs together and further out of your blouse. A blouse that already barely contains them.

"Hi Sevika," you say coquettishly as she saunters up to the bar across from you.

“Hey beautiful,” she replies smoothly. She makes no effort to hide how her gaze drops to your obvious display. Zero shame. As a matter of fact, she goes so far as to pull a small, folded piece of paper from beneath her cloak and slip it between your cleavage. And not without making sure her fingers graze over the curves before she pulls her hand away to rest her arm on the counter. “Since you seem to like poems so much,” she husks, finally meeting your eyes again.

You try but fail to keep your massive grin at bay as you anxiously pull the note out and unfold it. 

Roses are Red The sun gives off heat If your legs are tired Use my face as a seat

When Sevika catches how your eyes go wide after reading the last line, she adds, “You did tell me your feet were tired last time."

Smiling coyly up at her from beneath your lashes, you reply, “I did. And they’re so much worse tonight. I really could use a nice place to sit.” You fold the little note back up and slip it beneath Sevika’s leather sleeve, making sure you run your hand over her bulging bicep before pulling back.

The two of you enter some sort of flirty standoff. Eyes locked and teasing smiles in place. Hers; a sexy, lopsided grin. The one that makes your knees weak and your stomach flutter. Yours; a sweet, playful grin, which you’re pretty sure has a similar effect given how her pupils dilate when she sees it.

Your little game doesn’t last long before you catch the approach of a pair of swinging blue braids.

“Hiya Toots!” Jinx exclaims to you as she takes a seat on the stool beside Sevika. Like, right beside her. Nearly touching her. “Ogre,” Jinx grumbles when she finally regards Sevika.

You watch as Sevika’s shoulders tense and her demeanor does a complete one-eighty. Brows knitted into a deep frown, she’s about to spit out something nasty to the tiny girl next to her, but Jinx beats her to it.

“See! I told ya she’d like the poetry! Gotcha laid too, didn’t it?” Jinx exclaims far too loudly, evident by the strangled sound Thieram makes from the back of the bar. She turns back to you again. “The ogre’s got some pep in her step now. She’s prancing like a fairy rather than clomping like an ogre.” After a glance at Sevika, who is fuming beside her, she amends, “Yeah, maybe not a fairy. Still an ogre, but you get my point, don’t ya, toots?”

You try to hide your smile and stifle your giggles behind your hand. Sevika may detest Silco’s nutty adopted daughter, but you think she’s actually quite amusing. Especially with how easily she can get Sevika riled up.

Jinx’s bright eyes flick between the two of you. She’s just grinning from ear to ear. She leans towards Sevika, her gaze still on you. “And see! There’s those heart eyes I told ya about! She’s just swooning over there like a lovesick puppy!” She leans her forearm on the table, getting herself closer to you and ignoring the fact that she’s pushing Sevika’s arm out of the way in the process. Poking the very angry bear. She curls a finger, beckoning you closer before putting the side of her hand to her mouth like she has a secret to tell you.

You lean in closer, trying so hard not to smile at her antics because you know Sevika is damn near blowing steam from her ears. But for the love of Janna, this is all too funny.

Jinx whispers, but still very clearly loud enough for Sevika to hear, “Listen, I need you two to keep doing whatever nasty shit you two have been doing. I mean she has been a lot less cantankerous and… ogre-y than usual, ya know? Can you do that? For me?”

You simply nod, not trusting yourself to refrain from bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Knew I could count on you!” she exclaims as she leaps from her seat. “Hey, Chuck! A drink please!”

“It- It’s Thieram.”

“Nope. It’s definitely Chuck.”

After Jinx skips to another seat further down the bar, you turn to regard Sevika. And if looks could kill, Jinx would most assuredly be dead. Literally full of knives with how Sevika glares daggers at her. Trying to diffuse her anger, you reach up and gently trace a finger along the scars decorating her cheek. She turns to you, and that anger starts to fade rather quickly. “This gorgeous seat still open?” you ask seductively as you run your thumb over the plush of her bottom lip. And there goes the frown. Completely replaced by that sexy little smirk of hers.

"For you sweetheart? Always," she purrs. Gently taking your wrist into her hand, she brings the back of your hand to her lips to place a kiss there.

If you weren't already grinning like a fool in love, you sure as hell were now. "Your place then?"

"Mhm," she hums and takes a step back as you hoist yourself up onto the bar as you did last time. Her gray eyes go wide when she takes in the tiny, tight shorts you're wearing. They leave very little to the imagination. "Wear those for me?" She asks with a cocky grin.

"What makes you think I didn't wear them to get more tips?" You tease. You have definitely been wearing more revealing clothes since your last night with her in hopes of pulling her in for another. But she doesn't need to know that.

Sevika raises a brow. Probably in a mixture of disbelief that she was wrong, and that you'd even have the gall to say such a thing. But her crooked smile quickly returns as she runs both metal and flesh hands over the tops of your exposed thighs.  "Doesn't matter. They'll be coming off with the rest of your clothes."

Your cheeks flush and you take the opportunity to try to hide it by calling over your shoulder to Thieram, "See you tomorrow!"

He stammers some sort of response, but you're too focused on Sevika pulling you down and into her strong arms to give a shit. Sevika gazes down at you ravenously, both hands gripping the backs of your thighs and the curves of your partially exposed ass cheeks. And if you didn't have a damn audience- particularly the young blue-haired Jinx- you'd let her fuck you right here and now. Instead, you settle for a quick kiss. Hands on her shoulders, you pull her down to you as you stretch up on the toes of your knee-high boots.

Well, you thought it would just be a quick kiss.

Sevika's grip on your backside strengthens as she greedily returns the kiss. She forces her tongue between your parted lips, chuckling quietly when you moan into her mouth.

Fuck. She tastes so good. Like danger and sex and confidence and-

"Bleh! Gross!"

Jinx's loud complaint pulls you back to your senses and you break the kiss, much to Sevika's dismay.

"I know I told ya to keep doing the nasty shit, but I didn't mean right here! Geez! Get a room!" Jinx gripes.

You smile bashfully at her as she rolls her eyes so hard you're certain she's going to fall right out of her seat. "Sorry, Jinx. We're heading to her room now." Before Sevika's mood can fully sour at Jinx's interruption, you give her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. "Let's go. I really need to sit down."

Smirking, Sevika releases her death grip on your backside and slips her human arm protectively around your waist to guide you out the front door.

The walk back to her place is chilly and uncomfortably clammy. Wrapping your arms around your chest, you hug yourself to try to fend off the goosebumps that start to creep over your exposed skin. "I'm cold," you pout when you catch Sevika eyeing your puffed-out chest.

Without a word, she switches sides with you and pulls you under her cloak.

Though you can feel the cold press of her metal arm wrapped around your waist, the heat radiating from where your body presses to hers is more than enough to make it worth it. Not to mention the scent of her that permeates from where her cloak sits just below your nose. You inhale deeply and close your eyes, allowing Sevika to guide you through the dark streets of the lanes.

The moment Sevika gets you inside her apartment, she doesn't even wait for the door to close before scooping you up into her arms bridal style.

Though you should have expected that, you still release a startled yelp. With one arm wrapped around her upper back, you grin up at her as she carries you toward her bedroom. “You’re so strong,” you swoon, relishing in how that stroke to her ego earns you a toothy smirk.

Sevika gently lays you across her bed and places an entirely too-sweet kiss on your forehead before not-so-gently ripping your boots and socks off.

“Impatient again?” you tease as you watch her from where you’ve propped yourself up by your forearms.

She doesn’t grace you with a reply, but her lopsided grin remains as she leans over you to pull your shorts and panties off in one fell swoop. After kicking her own boots off to the side, she starts to kiss her way up your body.

Her kisses begin sweet and chaste, trailing from an ankle to the top of a knee. But as she leans over you, hands pressed to the mattress beside your hips, those kisses turn into little love bites along the top of your thigh. Teeth sink into soft flesh before tongue laps and soothes the sting.

"Sevika," you whimper breathlessly as that warm mouth draws ever so close to the apex of your thighs. You want her there. Need her there. So bad. But she ignores your unspoken plea and lifts your shirt up to reveal more skin. And as she continues her path up your abdomen, you can feel the sinister curl of her lips against your heated skin. She knows exactly what she's doing. Teasing you. Getting you worked up and needy. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. Your whole body burns and aches for her touch, but the longer she makes you wait, the better it will feel when she finally gives it to you.

When she reaches the band of your bra, she uses one hand to yank it down, revealing both breasts before latching onto one. She wastes no time in sinking her teeth into the sensitive bud, tugging just hard enough to border on pain.

Again, you can feel her sexy little smile press against you when you release a startled gasp. Her tongue swirls around your singing flesh to ease the sting of her bite.

"Fuck," you curse as you arch your back, pushing your chest toward her mouth. But she doesn’t give you that control long before she pulls back, leaving you teeming with desire for more.

Knees and hands now on either side of your body, caging you beneath her, Sevika smirks down at your expression. Your half-lidded eyes. Your furrowed brows. Your parted lips. You look desperate for her. You are desperate for her.

You slip your fingers through the soft strands of hair at the back of her head and pull her down for a kiss. She gladly obliges, her tongue slipping between her lips to slide over yours. That damn tongue of hers, you’re certain, is one of her greatest weapons against your defenses. Not just in her wit, snark, and sexy little quips, but in how she uses it to assert dominance. The way she uses it to tease along your lips, only to pull back when you try to take it. How she trails it across the backs of your upper teeth, again refusing to let you stake your claim. How she finally finds yours and all but assaults it with how wild and deep she kisses you.

But right now, you need that mouth and tongue of hers elsewhere. So with your palms pressed to her chest, just below her shoulders, you push with all your strength. To your surprise, and hers, you manage to toss her onto her back against the mattress. Quickly moving to straddle her waist, you grin down at her victoriously as she blinks up at you in shock. That wide-eyed look doesn’t last long though before it's quickly replaced with a taunting smirk.

“Who’s the impatient one?”

“You’re the one who offered me a seat,” you reply as you remove your shirt and bra before tossing them somewhere behind you.

“Best seat in the house,” she replies and you have to bite back a laugh at how cheesy that is, and instead offer your own equally cheesy response.

“Best seat in all of Runeterra.” You flash her a sly smile to match hers.

Sevika merely grins up at you as she trails metal and flesh hands up the back of your thighs and guides you up over her body on your knees.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask, recalling how your legs had given way the last time she used her mouth down there.

She raises a single brow.

“Last time you were down there I lost control of my own damn legs,” you remind her, “I might end up suffocating you.”

“I want you to suffocate me,” she replies with a sinful smirk that disappears between your legs as she moves you into position.

That unexpected and sexy remark wipes the cheeky little smile clear off your face. Arousal winds like a tight coil deep within your belly and you take your bottom lip between your teeth to fight back to moan that threatens to escape. And fuck, the mere sight of Silco’s deadly right-hand woman lying between your thighs is enough to leave you speechless and at her mercy. Your thighs nearly shake with how bad you want to feel that hot mouth pressed against your wet and wanting-

“O-oh fuck,” you moan with a shaky breath when the tip of her tongue teases just outside your entrance.

Unlike your previous encounter, Sevika seems to favor a slower, more teasing approach this time. Using only the very tip of her tongue, she traces along the wet outer edges of your cunt. Gray eyes watch with entirely too much satisfaction, you think, as you struggle to remain still for her.

“Don’t tease, Sevika,” you whine as you clutch at your own thighs. Janna, do you want so badly to just take control. To grab her by those lovely ebony locks and just grind against her gorgeous face.

“Patience, sweetheart,” she murmurs. But the sexy brute beneath you lets her lips graze over your folds, clearly intentional given how she chuckles at the way your thighs tremble.

“We’ve already established neither of us are pa-” your rebuttal is cut short by the unexpected flick of her tongue against your clit. And this time your restraint flies right out the damn window, hips thrusting towards that devilish muscle of hers. “Fuck!” you cry out. And damn it, you get at least one good drag against that sweetly soft, round nose of hers before she’s pressing her fingers bruisingly hard into your hips and putting you back in place.

“I told you to be patient,” Sevika growls, accenting her words with a sharp bite of nails into your flesh.

That certainly gets your attention. You freeze, blinking several times as you stare down at her in surprise over the sudden change in tone. But, oh, she doesn’t look angry. She looks wickedly pleased. Too wound up with arousal, you simply offer her a small nod that you understand, hoping that will be enough to placate her.

“Good girl,” she purrs.

You no more than drop your jaw to release a moan at that sweet praise when you feel her pull you down to her mouth. And this time, she presses those soft, thick lips fully against your core, tongue delving deep inside. Your hands quickly find purchase on the iron rails of her headboard, gripping tightly as pleasure wracks your body.

Patience be damned, Sevika immediately drags her tongue back out, withdrawing not only the slick coating your walls, but also a broken, deep moan from your throat. Before you have a moment to recover, to regain the strength in your aching legs, she’s pulling you back down around her tongue again. She repeats the motions, this time dragging your clit over her nose. And for the love of Janna, she’s fucking you with her tongue and it feels so ungodly good. You don’t even notice the bruising grip she has on your hips as she repeatedly lifts you off her face only to pull you back down against it over and over again. Not when she’s left you desperately trying to contain the mewls, curses, and moans that build with each wave of pleasure that motion brings.

Mind completely clouded with unadulterated lust, the need to release that searing hot pressure that's built in your abdomen, you release the headboard to run your hands up your body. You need more stimulation. You let your head fall back as you grasp at your own breasts- kneading, squeezing, and rolling fingers over the hardened peaks- all while she fucks you with her mouth faster and faster. You no longer attempt to withhold your cries of pleasure. It's not as if you can hear them with how your pulse throbs in your ears.

Climax quickly approaching, you let your body take over, hips bucking in tandem with each descent she brings. But before you can reach that peak, you feel a sudden decline, Sevika losing her momentum. One of her hands, her human one, slips away from your hip.

Heart racing both with arousal and now the panic of losing grasp of that sweet release, you peer down at her through the slits beneath your lids. Sevika’s eyes are just as heavily lidded and dazed. However, you notice her gaze, though not focused, is on your hands where they still play with the supple flesh of your breasts.

“Sevika,” you plead softly.

Nothing.

For fucks sake you need her to pick that pace back up. You try, with little luck, to pick up her slack, thrusting using what little strength remains in your aching legs. It’s just not quite enough and she doesn’t seem to hear your plea, so you make one more attempt.

“Sevika! I- I need you to go faster!”

Somehow, through the blood roaring in your ears, you hear something rattle behind you. Slowly, you glance back over your shoulder, and you nearly cease your movements altogether at the sight before you.

Sevika’s thighs are spread, belt undone and jingling as she touches herself beneath her underwear.

Oh, fuck. That is so hot.

She’s touching herself to the sight of you getting off on her face. You turn back to her and wrap one hand around the headboard again, determination renewing your strength just enough to get your rhythm where you need it. You focus on her face, nearly crumbling as you watch her struggle to keep her eyes from rolling back behind her lids. Deep, quiet groans pull from her chest, muffled by where you now mercilessly grind your wet cunt against her face.

Janna, you’re practically suffocating her. But isn't that what she said she wanted?

Both of you struggle to focus, watching the other fall apart with the fast approach of that euphoric release. Neither you nor Sevika can keep your eyes completely open. Brows- glistening with beads of sweat- pinch together in a mixture of concentration and pure ecstasy. Movements becoming jerky and uncontrolled. Your hips stutter. Her fingers falter. Breath leaves both of your bodies in heated, ragged bursts between your mewls and her groans. Yours echo freely through the room as they fall from your slack mouth, while hers are muted against your cunt.

With just a few more drags of your swollen clit across her nose, you’re the first to fall off that sweet precipice. Your thighs clamp around Sevika’s head like a vice as the pleasure consumes you. A string of expletives mixed with her name falls from your mouth while you cling desperately to the headboard. Vision fading to black, you don’t notice how the sight of your orgasm, the feel of your release seeping onto her lips and chin, finally pushes Sevika over the edge.

Her metal fingers dig into your hip, piercing the skin. Her hips jerk erratically against her hand while her fingers carry her through the waves of pleasure. When she slowly recovers from her high, she opens her gray eyes to stare up at you in a daze.

As you start to come to your senses, your thighs release their death grip against the sides of Sevika’s head, trembling as they threaten to give way to your now dead weight. You peer down past your heaving chest to meet her gaze. Mind still fuzzy from your post-orgasmic bliss, it takes you a moment to realize she must have reached hers as well.

Fearful your legs won't be able to hold you much longer, you use what little strength remains to push off Sevika and roll into your back with a heavy sigh.

"Shit, Sevika," you say breathlessly towards the ceiling before turning to face her. Her eyes are already on you, her slick and drool-coated lips pulled into that damn sexy smirk again. So proud of herself. As she should be. "You really are amazing."

You no more than finish your sentence and she's on top of you, her face hovering mere inches from yours.

"I want to fuck you with my strap," she husks. She tries to lower her head to steal a kiss, but you press your palms against her chest to stop her. And it takes every ounce of willpower not to laugh at her stunned expression.

"On one condition," you reply as you reach up to gently tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear. When she doesn't reply, merely cocks a brow, you continue, "I want to stay the night and you make me breakfast in the morning." Once again Sevika graces you with a hilariously stunned expression. As if she's never been given a list of demands for anything before.

Sevika's lips finally curl into a snarky smile as she chuckles, "Sweetheart, I don't make breakfast for anyone." She makes another attempt to kiss you, but you smoothly roll away, sitting up with your back to her.

"Guess I need to go then. I'll need some extra time to get home and get up early enough to make my own breakfast." You don't dare glance over your shoulder, lest she catches your devious smile. But you don't need to see her to know her face is plastered with a look of pure astonishment at your audacity. Before you can stand to fetch your clothes, you feel her cool metal fingers wrap around your wrist.

"Wait," she says quietly. And you swear her voice is almost shaky.

Now you can't resist the temptation to take a peek at her. You glance over your shoulder, but keep your chin tucked low to hide your smile. Your heart nearly sinks at the sight of her frown. She's sitting up and looking anywhere but at you. She really isn't accustomed to being turned down. That, or she's just really into you.

"Okay. Just- stay. Please," she pleads, stormy gray eyes finally meeting yours.

Oh shit.

Well, now you feel terrible. Damn near brought Zaun's scary lady to her knees.

"Of course," you say softly and offer her a sweet smile as you crawl up onto the bed to straddle her lap. With your arms wrapped over her shoulders, you finally bring your lips to hers.

Sevika snakes her arms around your back, holding you tight and flush against her as if you might float away if she let go. The deep hum of appreciation she releases reverberates through her chest to yours. At the feeling of your gentle prodding, she parts her lips to let you slip your tongue inside.

The taste of your release lingers in her mouth. It reignites the flame of your desire, leaving you with the urge to grind against her lap. You break the kiss to rest your forehead against hers. Both of you are already getting worked up again, exchanging warm breaths between parted lips.

"I want to be on top. Like this," you whisper.

Sevika pulls back to quirk a brow, but her lips curl into a tiny smile. "Any more demands, princess?"

That's a new one.

"Mmm…" you hum exaggeratedly, "Not off the top of my head, but I'll let you know." You give her a playful smile and hop off to allow her to get up.

Lying on your side, head propped up in your hand, you watch Sevika move to the opposite side of the bed to pull a harness and strap-on from a small bedside drawer. Before she can step into it, you're hit with another idea.

"One more thing."

This time Sevika shoots you a warning glare over her shoulder, but she waits to hear your request.

"I want you naked this time."

Her expression remains unchanged.

"Please?" You ask, pushing your bottom lip out. And for just an extra little push, you trail a fingertip down between the valley of your breasts, taking note of how those gray eyes follow with obvious interest. "I'll make it worth it."

With a shake of her head, Sevika releases a sigh of defeat. "You're lucky you're so beautiful," she says as she starts to remove her top.

Those words don't quite sink in immediately. You're too distracted by the sight of Sevika's bare back. The muscles that stretch across her neck and shoulders. The curves of her hips and waist. And oh heavens, there's that gorgeous ass she reveals when she bends over to pull her pants and underwear down.

If she thinks you're beautiful, what does that make her? A damn goddess. That's what.

Wait- Did she tell you you're lucky you're beautiful?

"You only like me for my body?" You ask incredulously as she turns to you, in all her naked glory, while adjusting her harness. "Don't you like me for my personality too?"

"I'm not fucking your personality," she teases as she gets back onto the bed and positions herself upright against the headboard before stroking her faux cock with her flesh hand. With the curl of a metal finger, she beckons you over.

Obediently, you crawl on hands and knees across the bed towards her, but not without making sure she sees your pout.

Sevika gently grasps your chin between metal thumb and finger, tilting your head back until you look her in the eye. Her crooked smile is taunting, but not mean. She thinks your little act is cute. "Sweetheart, you know I'm just toying with you."

It's true. You do know that. But that doesn't mean you're not going to milk her for all she's worth. Get her to confess just how bad she's down for you. You avert your eyes, pushing your bottom lip out further.

She pulls you closer, speaking in a hushed tone as she does. "Your personality, though bratty and demanding-" She pauses, waiting for you to meet her gaze again and continuing once you do, "-is just as beautiful as your body."

You finally let loose a devious little smile, just as she closes the distance to press her lips to yours.

Hook, line, and sinker.

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[sevikitty]

AAAA THE RAN HEADCANONS WERE JUST PERFECTION OMG! If you’re not busy do you think you’d be able to write a one shot of ran x a waitress reader who works in the last drop sometime? If not that’s alright! :OO

🖇 ♡｡ﾟ. # moonlit eyes ♡ °・🖇

🦋 PAIRING: Ran + Reader.

🦋 GENRE: fluff. it's just thieram being thieram and ran inviting you out on a date.

🦋 CW: cursing, suggestive themes (for like one sentence, but still)

🦋 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please know this is the first time I've seriously written something in like nine years when I used to write MysMe fics in class, so tell me if you like it. Sorry I'm late to it-- med school got me a bit busy and this request came in my exams week.

Working at the Last Drop was not an easy task. Sure, it wasn’t the same as dealing with the Firelights on the daily or risking the safety of your neck for the sake of protecting the shimmer cargo like Sevika, Mek and many others did, but it was still a living hell. It was all about running around, cleaning tables, washing the dishes, serving drinks, avoiding the insistent attempts to talk of some patrons, all at the same time, nonstop.

Not much could distract you, since as much as it was challenging, you were the best worker the Last Drop had (at least for now, if you were lucky enough and didn’t get killed in the next few weeks), but a few things -actually, people- did help you soothe the physical and emotional pain the whole thing got you. After all, who doesn’t enjoy watching a good bar fight, when you’re not involved? Or who doesn’t let a laugh or two when Dustin decides to be a menace to society and starts purposefully bothering the most intimidating clients?… Other than Sevika.

Damn, you could even think some of Jinx’s antics were funny enough (again, when you’re not the one on the receiving end).

Still, between the clientele with their sunny personalities, the strong mixed odor of sweat, smoke, shimmer, and alcohol, and the utter disaster this all created, you didn’t have the time to amuse yourself. Even now that you’d think you’d be able to take a breather during your break, the universe seemed to enjoy your suffering, the vibrations of the way too loud music went through the walls amongst the yelling and talking, and now, you were also stuck with the new kid, Thieram, and his nervous questioning.

Well, on one hand, you understood, you really did, no one would like to fuck up during their first weeks at a new job, and in the case of this specific job, the best thing would be to never make a mistake. He needed guiding, but you definitely needed your 15 minutes of napping before going back to that hell hole.

“Remind me again, the blonde, lanky guy, the one who’s constantly startling random people… and licking that bald guy’s head is…”

“Dustin”

“Dustin, good. And the couple, uh, the girl with short white-ish hair and the- uh, the guy, S-something, Smiler?”

“Who? Schyler and Secora?”

“Mhm, yes, and the ponytail guy-”

“Jumbo”

“Jumbo, good. Can I… ask you one or two more questions? One’s about Jinx… She came to give her something called Snake Venom… which I’ve heard is kind of-”

“Highly flammable? Yes, we know, give it to her if she asks”

“But, isn’t that too dangerous? Should we really-”

“Look, Thieram, never say no to Jinx, never. You get me? It doesn’t matter how dangerous it is for her, she’s not your responsibility. So, don’t bother too much about it, give the girl what she needs, and you’ll live. Next question.”

“...Right. Uh, next question, well, there’s this patron who’s always around Rusty– I mean, Dustin, sorry. Uh, they’re always like, playing pool, sitting around,...”

Ran.

You met Ran through work, they’re one of Silco’s goons, and one of the most devoted to the man himself. From what you’ve seen, they’re extremely reserved and quiet, but also so, so charming, so alluring… at least to you.

You didn’t know exactly which part of their entire existence was the one that fascinated you the most, maybe it was the fact that they were constantly appearing and disappearing through the crowd to the point sometimes you wondered if they were ever there to begin with, it made them look so mysterious; or maybe it was seeing them interact with Dustin, their all-time best friend, when most patrons have already left, and only the closest to Silco stayed behind drinking, softly talking, humming to the soft music coming out of the machine in the far corner of the main room. Seeing them look at the guy with the sweetest guy, like a proud older sibling, might just be the sweetest thing to witness. From what you’ve heard, they’ve been best friends since birth, their mothers had been close, neighbors or friends, so they usually let the two children play around together. Apparently, they’ve been there for each other since then, through thick and thin.

Other than that, you didn’t know much about them. It was that type of crush where you’d see this person, who you have basically no chance with, so you just resign to watching them from afar, content with making eye contact with them every two weeks, for at least two seconds. Nothing more, nothing less.

“...but they usually don’t drink much, at least not by the general standards of Silco’s friends and all that stuff, you know? I haven’t heard much of them, have you… Are you- Are you listening?”

Honestly? Not for like the last three to five minutes, no. “Yeah, of course. I think their name’s Ran, if I remember correctly, I don’t know. Why are you asking?”

“Because two days ago, I was on duty while you were at home and, like, they came to me, Ran, Ran came to me, when it was almost time to close, Dustin was outside, and said, they asked me for some schedules”

“What schedules?”

“Your work schedule, like your work times, you know?”

…My what now? “They asked for me?”

“No, your work schedules” Janna give me patience because if you give me strength I’m going to need bail money too.

“It’s the same thing, Thieram. What did they say?”

“...They asked for your w-”

“For the love of Janna, THIERAM, other than that, what did they say? What did you see?”

For you, this could be one of two things. One, somehow they found out about your crush, took offense on it, and is now coming to kill you with their dual spades… Which is honestly not as bad as one would think; or two, for some reason, in some sort of delusional fantasy your brain just created, they like you back, and want to tell you.

Or they want to make new friends, and you’re taking it too far.

But, in all honesty, who asks for work schedules other than murderers and people with crushes?

“Oh, well, they seemed a bit uncomfortable, and I did see Dustin sort of hype them up before they came here. They asked if you were around that night and I said no-”

“What face did they make when you said that?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t even see them react. They asked me for your schedule and I told them I couldn’t give it to them”

“BUT- WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?”

“I don’t know, maybe I thought it was THE RIGHT THING TO DO? And even then, when they insisted for a second time I was too scared to say no, sorry”

“So they do have it?... or not?”

“They do, I don’t know what for though, so don’t ask more”

“Oh, so now you want to stop talking?” And before he even had a chance to speak, Delphi, the other waitress, came in to tell the two of you that the break was over. And so the relaxation came to an end, and it was the moment to go back to hell.

It’s been a few days after your small talk with Thieram, and you couldn’t help but feel your nerves go insane every time you caught a glance of them playing or sitting around in the room. The possibility of them wanting to know more about you made your head spin and your heart go faster, did you really have a chance? I mean, how bad could it really be if you did manage to get them to date you? Would it really put your life at risk or something? Because if it did, you weren’t completely sure if you really cared about it.

For a second, you chose to look in their direction, only to find they were already staring back at you from across the room. Now, eye contact with Ran is not what you’d commonly think, it’s not uncomfortable in the way it makes you want to look away. It’s actually the opposite, their gaze was captivating, more like bewitching, magnetic, it made you feel the need to drown in their eyes and stay there, looking at them, for the rest of your days.

You were so enticed by this you barely even noticed their hand raised to give you a quick, but in some way soft, wave, accompanied by a gentle smile that you gave back. Once they noticed they did catch your complete attention, they made a sign to tell you to wait for them. You could only stare at them, full of nervousness and thoughts about what they could possibly want from you, while they finished their game of pool and said goodbye to the other players.

Your heartbeat only got quicker when you saw them patiently making their way to the bar, stealing one last glance at Dustin who gave them a double thumbs up. This can’t be happening, there is no way this is what it looks like-

When they finally got to the seat right in front of you, Ran sat down and leaned on the counter with their arms crossed, and spoke in a low, soft voice.

“Hi, I’m Ran… I’ve seen you around for a while and I was wondering if I could ask you something, out of the blue, I’d just like to get it off my chest”

What is going on- “Sure, go ahead.”

“Do you think you have the time to go out soon?... Everything around here, Silco’s business, has been moving slowly lately, and I’ve been lucky enough to have more time to rest and hang out around here.”

“... It’s perfectly fine if you don’t, I won’t bother, but just know the offer stays up for you, for whenever you’d like to take it and-” It’s now or never.

“Yes” Ran looked at you with surprise in their eyes, which was quickly replaced by the same peace they always carried in them.

“Excuse me, could you repeat that?”

“Yes, I’d love to hang out with you, or go out, or whatever you’d like.”

Ran chuckled, “I may have a few ideas, hm, if you’d like, we could go to my room- Not with sexual connotations, no, but just to relax and talk for a bit, get to know each other…”

The mere thought of spending more time with them made you feel butterflies right in the middle of your chest. There were so many possibilities.

“I got the message the first time, don’t worry. Is there anything specific you’d like to do? You don’t strike me as the type to go to a restaurant or… anything like that”

“No… I’m not that excited about that type of plan... But I guess I do have a few ideas, I’ve been thinking about taking you to the market, we could buy beads, I have some wires at home, we could make some bracelets, or you could meet my cats”

Do they have kitties? I have won my entrance to heaven with this one. “I’d love to do that, meeting your cats and everything”

“And my rats”

“Your what?”

“My rats, do you mind rats?”

“...They’re sweet,” and not an uncommon pet down here in the lanes, “I don’t mind them, how many do you have?”

“Three, four, five, it depends on the day,” They said with a short chuckle.

Hm, cute.

“Excuse me?” Did you seriously say that out loud-

“I said your rat, your rat, it’s cute, would you like a drink?”

“From you? Anything” Janna don’t let me faint right now.

You started their drink, something simple, yet you put your whole heart into it, just for the sake of being a show off in front of the prettiest little thing in Zaun “...So, what’re your babies’ names?”

Ran seemed to light up at the pet name you used for her loved ones. Bingo, the way to an enby’s heart is through their pets.

“Dustin helped me name them, my cats are Bebe, Luna, and Glitter, and we usually name my rats with my friends’ names, Vika, Lockie, Jumbo Jr.” As they kept on listing the names of their beloved pets, you couldn’t help but be smitten by the way they were rapidly losing their calm composure over the conversation. You noticed how their words started coming out faster and faster, they were getting so excited just by talking about it, it was so angelic and sweet, and you were head over heels for their little expressions.

“The next time I find a new one, I could give it your name, if you allow me to”

“Mhm, I’d love that”

You gave them their drink, and a comfortable silence took place, just you and them, with the longest eye contact session you’ve had in your entire life. You took a seat right in front of them, crossed your arms, and rested your head on them, still looking up straight into their dark gray eyes while they slowly sipped their drink, you felt like you both spent hours in that position, until the front door was slightly opened and Dustin’s head peeked in.

“Psst, Ran, psssst, pssssst”

Ran snickered and turned their head to him, “Yes?”

“Is everything going fine? Super good or like did you not- Did you smooch? Canoodle? Sweep them off their feet? Did you do the wink I taught you?”

Ran gave you a side look and you giggled, making them show a soft smirk, “I did, it worked perfectly fine, thanks”

“Good, I knew it’d work, it always does” He proceeded to come inside and sit on the chair next to Ran’s, “Now, uh, Silco called, we gotta go in a few minutes, you gotta get ready”

“Right now?”

“Yeah Rannie”

Ran huffed and looked at you once more, “Sorry, I gotta go now…”, they whispered.

“Don’t worry, duty calls. Would you like to talk later about the date or…”

“Uh, no, you’re free on Friday night, right?”

“Mhm!”

“I’ll pick you up if you’re ok with it, and we’ll go to the market together”

“Nice, should I bring everything?”

“No, I’ll pay for everything, don’t worry about it”

“No, no, but-”

“Ran, Silco’s calling” Now Sevika’s outside, it’s getting serious.

“I should leave now, bye”

“Bye- Ran, please take care”

“..Will do, please go home soon, stay safe” You didn’t even notice how they leaned on the counter once again to plant a short kiss on your left cheek, at least not until they had already left, and you stood there, shocked.

Dear Janna, or whoever is up there, I’m so glad to be your favorite.

And with that last thought, you took your things and prepared to close The Last Drop for the day. On your way home, you couldn’t stop replaying the events in your mind, over and over again, and when sleep caught you in your bed, your dreams were full of their moonlit eyes. You could only hope for the best, pray for their safety, and for Friday to come sooner.

Anyways, please tell me if it's good or if it is what you wanted, I could rewrite it if you'd like to. It's pretty much my first official fic-- I had a lot of fun though, so if anyone would like to send more requests, I'd def like to write more.

#arcane ran #ran arcane #arcane #arcane dustin #arcane x reader #ran x reader #arcane ran x reader #sevika #☆ MESSAGE FROM RUSTY-SP00N

[grr-imawolf]

dating jinx would be like..

jinx x reader

headcanons on having jinx as an s/o

warnings: nsfw at the end

note: i did not expect this to be so long

meeting her

jinx more often than not has her head up in the clouds with her own problems so relationships wasn’t something she ever considered before meeting you

you knew about jinx even before she knew you. who didn’t know about the notorious crime boss’ loose cannon daughter?

but when you ran into The Last Drop after hours because you had forgotten your jacket you didn’t expect to see her sitting at the bar with her front half laid across the table.

your loud entrance halted their conversation and it felt so incredibly awkward.

she stared at you with calm yet predatory eyes as you awkwardly shuffled towards your seat and grabbed your jacket. she wore a smirk that told you she knew how scared you were

You noticed that your jacket had new bright blue and pink doodles and writing all over it. it didn’t look bad, in fact you quite liked it.

“D-did you draw this?”

“Mhm~”

Thieram looked terrified, worried that he might have to witness the death of a random customer tonight but you couldn’t help but compliment the artist.

She was shocked that you were able to compliment her despite how obviously nervous you were.

“You’re cute, toots. Chuck! Why don’t you pour my new friend a drink!”

After that night, you were determined to talk to her again. You took walks by The Last Drop after hours and peered through the windows, hoping to see her again, but to no avail.

After the third night, you had just about given up when you found only Thieram inside cleaning cups. With a sigh, you hung your head and started your route home before you saw a pair of iron tipped boots at your feet.

“Looking for someone, cutie?”

She was skeptical at first but after having watched your nightly visits from afar, you’d caught her attention. she had started your relationship off with an interrogation of sorts but from then on she’d invite you to come watch her work

Upon the first few days of your visits, she’d often give you tight hugs around the waist and kisses on your cheeks.

You were confused, was she just really really touchy? Or does this mean something more?

Your confusion and fluster was only met by chuckles before she left to go back to her work.

One day, you had plans to meet with a friend you haven’t seen in a while. You decided that Jinx would be okay with one day of your absence and left to go have dinner with them.

Little did you know that this would lead to getting ambushed when you arrived back home.

You don’t know how she got into your house or when she saw you hanging out with your friend but she seemed furious.

The moment you say on your couch, she was on you, with her hand pinning your head to the cushions and a staple gun in her hand.

Another thing that completely surprised you was her strength because no matter how hard you pushed and pulled against her, she was solid.

Of course your resistance was met by a warning shot to the side of your head saying that if you continued to move that she’d hurt you.

She pushes the muzzle of the gun to the bottom of your jaw, tilting your face towards her.

“You’re mine, okay?”

You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut, afraid of the pain awaiting but she instead you feel a quick kiss before all the pressure on your body left.

When you open your eyes again, you found yourself alone in the house. How she left so quickly, you may never know

The next day, she’d act like none of it happened. Going back to her regular routine of the occasional hug and childish joke while she works.

Except you suspect that she may have felt a little guilty for terrifying you because right before you leave, she grabs your wrist and places a wind up toy inside your hand before kissing you on the nose and bidding you goodnight.

dating her

she’s always doodling all over your stuff, including your own hands and face

constant kisses and hugs

super possessive

if you’re not around her, she’ll be lurking a few steps behind, watching

it takes a long while before she fully trusts you but if you intend to break her trust prepare to face your doom

calls you bug, toots, cutie, baby and so many more

loves it whenever you bring her things even if it’s just a snack, she’ll show endless amounts of gratitude

makes you play with toys with her. she makes a toy specially for you so that you can always play

that being said, her intelligence and strength never stop surprising you. just when you think she’s capped, she comes out with something bigger and better.

if anyone dare mess with you, they will most likely die on the spot and if you’re upset about it she’ll be confused but apologize

date places include: The Last Drop, her hideout, Piltover when she’s feeling mischievous, and your place

she likes to keep her dates with you more intimate but won’t hesitate to show you off as hers

if she’s ever feeling confused or down she’ll come to you. you’ll find her in your house awaiting your arrival so she can rant to you about whatever is bothering her then

as long as you tell her the truth and be extra nice to her, she’ll smile and end the night with cuddles

but if she’s ever going through another severe episode, she’ll disappear sometimes for days. if you ever happen to find her she’ll be shocked and a little touched but ultimately force you to go home

when she comes back she might be a little different but still expects the same amount of love from you as before.

nsfw

if things ever get heated expect to leave with huge marks all over your neck and body

didn’t know she had a mommy kink until you accidentally slipped it out in front of her but afterwards, she won’t stop calling herself mommy

ties you up whenever she’s in the mood

if she’s in a good mood, expect her to be goofy and caring. teasing and edging

but if she’s angry she’ll punish you with painful nipple play, overstimulation, and hot candle wax

loves gun fucking you and watching your face as she does it

doesn’t ever expect any reciprocation but if you feel like it, she’d be more than happy to oblige

she’d guide you the way she wants and praise you the entire time

after everything, you’ll most likely be too dazed to notice her cleaning you up as she hums her favorite song

lays you down in a comfortable position after she unties all the ropes and cuddle you while you fall asleep

as you fall out of consciousness you can hear her giggle as she looks at all the marks she’s made. proud of the territorial bruises she’s placed on you

#jinx x reader #arcane jinx #arcane #jinx #x reader #smut #headcanons #dating headcanons

[jinxkinniegobrr]

could I please request Jinx confessing to a gender neutral reader? :) thanks

✿❀Butterflies✿❀

jinx x gn reader

warnings: none

Summary: Jinx has a problem with the feelings she gets around you, so you make her spit out the truth and she goes on to confess.

a/n: im having a hard time writing today for some reason, so if this is a little scattered pls just know my brain is not in the office today. tysm for requesting! i love ur pfp btw

Butterflies were a reoccurring feeling Jinx got when around you, she didn't even know why her hands would get slightly clammy when you would throw a smile her way or when you'd hold her hand when you were scared.

The feeling frustrated her; she would argue with the voices about why her stomach would twist or why she always found her eyes trailing over to you.

She sat at the last drop, her fingers tracing the top of her cup as she stared into space deep in her thoughts. It was only when a warm hand came to meet her back that she snapped out of her daydreaming.

Her eyes met yours when you sat beside her, a smile spreading across her face at the sight of yours," Chuck! two more drinks asap!" Jinx let out a giggle at Thieram's face when she called him chuck, your eyes rolling playfully.

Your eyes roamed over Jinx's current state, hand coming up to brush her loose hairs out of her eyes," Jinx, you know you can't hide stuff from me, spill it." Your demeanor quickly changed to a serious manner, eyebrows raising as you awaited her answer.

Her mouth opened in surprise, a dumbfounded look crossed her face before shaking her head slowly," I dunno, it's not really a big deal i just feel weird lately." Jinx knew it was a lie, well not all of it was but you could tell she was lying just by looking into her eyes.

A sigh left your mouth as your head shook in disappointment," come on, you can tell me we're like best friends. I don't ever judge you, do I?" Your spoke in a soft voice, your finger tracing shapes on her back.

Jinx looked at you with a troubled look, a huff of breath escaping her lips before she replied," When i'm around you, everything seems..better. I like being near you, but i always get this twist in my stomach, or my hands get sweaty, i'm not stupid but I've never felt like this with anyone else." a hand came up to rest on her forehead as she spoke, her eyes never meeting yours.

You were frozen in your place, eyes wide while she rambled on before letting out a small laugh," You mean to tell me, you're acting like this because of some butterflies? Jinx that just means you have a crush!" A couple laughs left you but stopped when you saw how she looked at you.

She grumbled a bit, shaking her head," You don't have to make fun of me..." she went to stand up but was pulled back by your hand.

Your smile never left as you cupped her cheek," I like you too, I get the same butterflies when im around you. I was not making fun of you, i would never."

You planted a kiss on her cheek causing a warm blush to dust her cheeks,

"Hey watch out what if chuck is getting off on this."

" Annnd moment ruined."

#jinx x reader #jinx league of legends #league of legends arcane #league of legends x reader #league of legends #arcane x reader #arcane

[noctovigant]

: VELVET LINING

pairing: silco x f!reader

summary: the top of the food chain is a perilous place in zaun. you intend to steady it.

(im a whore! gif credits to @physicalturian <3)

@wrynne my beloved

->

Up here, beyond the throbbing hubbub of the Last Drop and past Sevika’s sentry turret style protection, it’s much quieter. There’s no one up here, not this close to his office. Only the most trusted lingered so close to the dragon’s den.

There was no need to have a guard posted on the great wooden door on a night like this. It was quiet. Loyalists lingered in the bar below, living it up on free drinks and music from the street band taking up the third table from the door. Free drinks because Silco needed something to distract them with.

You’d hesitated behind the bar when he entered. Stormclouds followed over his shoulders and even Sevika, being Sevika, looked mildly embarrassed. A bad day. A nasty one. He had blood on his gold-capped shoes. Blood on his trousers. Blood on his hands.

As soon as the patrons of the Drop started hawking Thieram for a sip of whiskey, you escaped.

Sevika nodded as you passed, didn’t give a look to the book in your hands. She assumed it’s a routine visit. She’s slow to catch up, sometimes, when it suits. You stop still outside the mahogany door, fist raised to knock.

His cologne lingers in the hallway. Cigars and Zaun smoke. You breathe in and knock, fist against wood. There’s a long moment of silence.

Maybe he’s not in there–

“Come.”

You open the door in one mighty swing and slip inside. It’s regal like a ballroom in here, darkened by the stained glass window and the night beyond it. His chair is turned away from the door. You can see the clipboard balanced on his knee, but not a single other limb on him.

His chair turns when you make it to the edge of the desk. The knife is still there, dug an inch deep into the rich wood. Books are piled up left right and centre. You blink at it all, then meet his eye.

Any tension from the night isn’t showing. He looks as handsome as when he left, regal in the red button up and the gilded gauntlets. The clipboard hits the desk and his fingers steeple, thumbs touching the waistcoat broadening along his check.

You swallow.

His gaze is ever-penetrating.

“Good evening,” he says. “My crown jewel.” You aim a cursory look to the rafters, where only the ghosts of hanging monkeys linger. No Jinx. No little bird eavesdropping. “She’s working on something. At her special place.” He waves a hand. You swallow hard, again. It’s getting harder to ignore his natural movements.

Every shift, every turn, wave of his hand, flick of his brow, fall of his hair. You touch your hand to your mouth when he lifts his head backwards.

“What happened?” A bruise is spreading across his jaw, below his good eye, accompanied by a slim cut. You lean forward. He lets you tilt his jaw with a hand, a careful one, practised by time. It’s gentle.

He likes it. He’d never tell you that, though.

“A buyer wasn’t pleased with the stock,” he hums through gritted teeth. You lean against his desk. “Brought a few unpleasant creatures with him to right our wrongs, he declared.” Silco squeezes his jaw with a grunt. “It was Sevika and I. We handled it.”

“Handled it?” He shrugs. “Handled it… it’ll be handled the next time, too, when Sevika carries your corpse home over her shoulder.”

“That won’t happen.”

“I don’t care if you tell me that, Silco,” you hiss. He looks at you, affronted. You round the desk and whip a handkerchief from the top drawer, where three lay folded perfectly. You snatch up the discarded bottle of champagne from the corner and fish ice cubes from the bottom, half-melted. He watches you with a sullen warmth. One that makes your spine burn and your stomach ache, in the kind way.

“It won’t happen.”

“You should take a break,” you tell him. He nudges up on his tufted chair and allows you room to set a knee between his. The look he offers says it all.

Devotion.

“How could I possibly take a break?” You’re too busy shifting his face to the light to reply. “I’m not in a position to relax, or go on vacation, if that’s what you’re trying to suggest.” You scowl, pushing the handkerchief and ice to his jaw. He winces.

But he leans into it.

“I can control things here.” Silence. You continue. “Take some time.”

“I don’t need time,” he mutters. Venom laces his tone. It’s not a subject he likes being questioned on– he’s lost too much. Too much time, too many souls. Lost too much to let this seat at the high table go. He’s king and his subjects are loyal enough.

“Take it anyhow,” you whisper, softly. “I can do it, Sil.” He turns his head and the ice slips from the handkerchief, clattering off the armrest, to the floor. “Brilliant.”

“I don’t want you controlling anything.”

You straighten and take a step back. It’s not a perfectly poised thing to say, and to Silco’s embarrassment and frustration, you take it the exact wrong way.

“You’d never want me sat there, no. Never want me to do anything important.” You snatch the ledger from the table, red leather softening against your worn fingers. “Just have me write every transactions, every contact… have me negotiate any Topside problems. No dirty work. Nothing important.” Silco stands in a rush. You make a beeline for the door. “I’m better than this.”

“Don’t leave.”

“You’re ridiculous, Silco, you know that?” You raise a finger in anger. It’s anger you like to keep back with a lock and key, but sometimes it’s just too strong. It breaks through the chainlink and laps at your self control. It’s a practise you’ve had plenty of time to master. In fact, it’s embarrassing every time it happens.

Piltover made that clear.

“What you’re thinking, it’s not what I meant,” he says. Without his coat, he’s lean and lithe. A perfect assassin. You reach for the doorknob anyhow. Ego versus control. It’s a constant struggle.

One that vexes you infinitely.

“I don’t want you doing the work I have to put myself through. Every day is a challenge I cannot survive without support.” He raises his hand to his brow and turns, tails of his red shirt flapping. Tension runs along his shoulders like an elastic ready to snap. “Sometimes it’s like drowning all over again. Like being submerged but not being able to fight back. Being a pacifist in a dogfight.”

You drop your hand to your side.

“I would never subject you to that torture, my darling.” He turns again and catches your eye with his own sharp gaze. “Never. Not before I was dead.”

Your heart does that little jumpy thing whenever he opens up. Like progress is being made. It’s not fanciful joy as comes with a music box’s song, but a dark, devout passion as comes with discovering lost treasure. You wet your lips and step away from the door.

Tension seeps from his frame. His brow softens trifold.

“I… I understand.”

It says it all in one troubled word.

‘I care for you, too.’

The words always escape you, when you’re scrambling to cover yourself, to protect yourself from ridicule and embarrassment. Later, maybe, they’d be shared beneath a bedsheet, between arms and under him.

When you’re woven into him like a tapestry and strung tight like boot laces.

He approaches you with four taps. His shoes strike the wooden floor with sharp, steady beats. You let him take your face in his rough hands, slim and elegant fingers crawling into your hairline. Your own hands clasp his.

“Let’s not have this misunderstanding again,” he whispers. His eyes are mystifying. You’re lost. “You matter more to me than this place.”

You tilt your chin so he can slant his mouth over yours. Unspoken words hover in the air like butterflies, ones that creep into your stomach, but they sink in through your lips against his. His tongue. His taste.

You take his wrists and push them downwards, to your waist. It’s what you’ll allow, always. He’s patient, considering.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. It’s so quiet he can barely hear it.

“Don’t be sorry.” He kisses your mouth, your forehead, and taps his cheek against yours. “Don’t be sorry.”

“Okay, Sil.”

“Now, come, tell me about your day.”

#silco x reader #arcane imagine #silco #silco imagine #arcane silco #league of legends #silco x you #im one nasty slag!

[darklcy]

2,5,7,9,10,18 with Sevika, pure angst please!

you got it! hope you enjoy <3

°ₒ 𓂂 ˚ 𓂂 angst prompt list . arcane masterlistₒ ° ₒ 𓂂 ˚˖⋆

→ prompt : catching s/o potentially talking to an ex + confrontation : “just fucking leave me alone.” : “do you trust me at all?” : “what happened to us?” : “do not raise your fucking voice at me.” : “stop crying.”

→ pairing : sevika x reader | Arcane

→ warnings : swearing, mentions of alcohol, anxiety

→ word count : 1.2k

This night was supposed to be a good one.

Technically it still could be, but your mood had been obliterated with a knife the second you stepped inside The Last Drop.

Work had been annoying, your knees ached from long use, and overall you were just tired. But earlier in the week you'd promised to meet up with Sevika here tonight, and you didn't want to miss out on that opportunity. The woman stirred a rhythm of flutters inside your stomach like no one ever had before, so you were more or less excited to see her. Your relationship had been official for only a small moment in time, and though it remained secretive, you appreciated everything about it.

Though when you made your way inside the bar, you couldn't spot her distinctive form amongst the crowd. Perhaps she hadn't made it here yet. No matter. There was always room for extra drinks.

Plopping down at the bar counter, you grinned at Thieram as you tapped the wood. Having been a regular, he already got to work on your drink the second you perched yourself on the stool. In just a few seconds the liquified de-stressor had made its home in your palms, the glass clinking with each other as you consumed the substance.

Your eyes continued to survey the room from left to right in search for the woman, and you frowned when you still couldn't find her. Thieram paused at your silence, cocking his head to the side.

"Waiting for someone?"

Your tongue clicked itself on your teeth. "Yeah, I was supposed to meet Vika here tonight but I don't see her."

Twirling around on the chair, you faced him.

"Have you seen her at all tonight?"

He shrugged and shook his head. "Nope."

With a furrow in your brows, you placed your cup down to mark your seat while you hopped off the stool to further your search. Occasional swaying bodies bumped against your shoulders as you pushed through the heavy crowd. You didn't have a specific destination in mind, but you knew Sevika liked to gather herself in the corner and play poker with drunkards.

You hoped that's where she'd be, instead of listening to the voiced anxieties inside your head telling you she stood you up.

Finally breaking away from the sweaty mosh, you stumbled right into her usual spot, straightening your spine with a sigh. Though your relief sucked itself back into your body at the picture you were greeted with.

"Hey...Let's go somewhere a bit more private, yeah?"

You'd heard many stories of this particular woman with doe like eyes and perfectly styled hair currently batting her eyelashes up at your girlfriend, and the heart tattoo inked onto her right shoulder confirmed her identity. There was no mistake who she was. You couldn't tear your irises away from her red polished nails that traced Sevika's collarbone or the nonchalant glance she flitted your way.

This woman had been Sevika's previous partner.

All of a sudden your body weight doubled over your knees, threatening to break the bones and bring you down to the floor. You wanted to throw up, scream and run as fast as you can all at once. It was excruciatingly overwhelming, yet all you could do was stand there frozen.

Sevika's coy grin faded from her lips the second her grey eyes locked onto yours. It was her expression, her dead pan, shocked face that knocked your vocal cords to work.

"What the fuck?"

She briefly panicked, holding out a widespread palm in your direction.

"Babe...This is not what you think it is-,"

"Then what the fuck is it?"

Sevika pried the other woman off her and rose up to her feet, heavy boots stomping on the floor in a hurry as she neared you. When she attempted to caress your cheek you pushed her away.

"No don't fucking touch me. I'm leaving."

"Babe, come on."

The pounding bass of the music muffled itself in your ears, your senses only singling out the image of her coddling another woman. Maybe it was the extra stress from today, but as you rushed out the bar, hot tears pricked your vision and knocked the neon lights into blurry dots, the dancing crowd falling into slow motion. Stumbling out the front doors your weeps broke out your chest as you treaded down the dim streets.

Sevika burst through the entrance not far after you, her head whipping back and forth to search for you. She gasped when she found your retreating figure down an alley and broke into a sprint.

"[First]!"

Oh god. With a groan, you pulled your hood up over your face, wiping your snot and tears away with a sleeve.

"[First]...please."

"Go away, Vika."

Sevika passed a hand through her choppy hair. "Look, I swear that was a misunderstanding. She came in and she'd been drinking and-,"

"Vika. Please, just fucking leave me alone."

You stopped your hurried steps to peer up at her. She pulled her brows closer together and softly shook her head at your wet eyes, the streetlights reflecting off the water.

"No. Stop crying, and let's talk it out. I'm not letting you walk away from me like this."

You groaned, fingers coming up to tug at your roots and chin averting to the concrete beneath your shoes.

"Oh my goddd. I need to think. I saw what I saw and-and,"

"Which is why I want to talk about it because it was a fucking misunderstanding!"

You whipped up to face her. "How the fuck was it one? You were smiling, you were eating that shit up! What the fuck?!"

Sevika growled at the tone of your voice and leaned her body down to hover over your face.

"Do not raise your fucking voice at me. You know better than to shout at me. That is not what we're gonna do."

You matched her glare with your own, a tear falling out your right eye to tickle the skin of your cheek. Sevika puffed a sigh through her nostrils as she returned to her normal posture.

"Do you trust me at all, [First]?"

That question kicked the fire out of your eyes. With your expression softening, you inhaled and shut your eyes. When you opened, you didn't find the strength to face her directly as you responded.

"..Yes."

"Then why won't you listen to me?"

You faltered for a moment. Honestly, you were scared. You were fearful of the possibility of her finding someone better, or that she missed her ex lover and wanted to get rid of you. She's had many partners before you, and with the relationship you two had being a bit quiet, you figured maybe it was just your insecurities taking charge right now. But instead of voicing your concerns, all you did was shrug.

"What happened to us, baby? You know I'd never cheat on you, especially with that woman. She was drunk, and if it looked like I was enjoying her, I can tell you right now that I wasn't. Can you trust me on that?"

Can you? Can you trust her?

You carefully raised your head to meet her gaze, eye ducts still covered in tears and red irritation. Staring at her like this, her emotions laid out in front of you, you debated with yourself internally.

But after a few minutes, you decided yes. You would trust her.

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[chickenparm]

Man, y'all have really been sleepin' on how cute Chuck (Thieram) is! Is nobody really thinking about how cute it would be to see his dumb face get all bashful if you started flirting with him at the bar daily? Stumbling over himself like a lovestruck dummy? C'mon, guys!

alright i've been pondering on this one for a while now and at the risk of bringing on another marcus-pocalypse i'm going to take this bait. please don't let this bite me in the ass.

Thieram(Chuck?)/gn!Reader 1,838 Words - NSFW Insertion Sex, Spit as Lube, Boning in a Storage Closet, Dig Bick

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"Are you gonna fire Chuck if I weasel free drinks out of him?"

"How many?"

"Is there like... a limit to how many you'll allow before you fire him? I assumed it was one."

Silco's chair turns just enough to level you with one red eye. You can already see the monologue running through his head, a lament over why he bothers to keep you employed here when you spend far too long in his office after delivering your reconnaissance reports. Jamming your hands in your pockets, you rock yourself back and forth on your heels until that red eye flicks to the ceiling in a sign of exasperation.

"Keep it bottom-shelf bottles, I can't afford to find someone willing to work weekends," Silco relents, turning his chair once more so he's hidden from your view. That's about as much permission you're going to get, and you grab it with both hands and run with it.

"Thanks boss, have a good night."

Before the door shuts behind you, you hear his quiet scoff at your short goodbye - you take it for what it is, and appreciate his enthusiastic well-wishes. He hadn't told you outright to take a long walk off a short cliff, and anything short of that is him being pleasant.

The night is already in full swing by the time you make it onto the main floor of the bar. Your target is behind the bar, pouring a shaker of something purple into a glass before sliding it down the bar. That was surprisingly smooth, you'd give him that.

"Chuck! Lookin' good tonight," You lean an elbow on the bar right in front of where he was filling up a cup of ice, and he drops the scoop into the basin in surprise. Chuck doesn't look at you in the eye, instead focusing on one of your cheeks as he stammers out a response you can't quite catch with the pounding of the music.

"Sorry, what was that? I was distracted," You urged him, leaning a bit so he'd look you in the eye - and the moment you catch him with your gaze, you make a show of letting your eyes drag over as much of him as you can see from where you're leaning.

"I-I asked what I can get you-"

Chuck is already skittish, you can't afford to scare him off with something egregious, so you settle for planting your chin on your hand and blinking up at him. Focusing entirely on his lips, you murmur some incomprehensible.

Hook, line, and sinker - Chuck leans in to hear you better, and you repeat the gibberish. Even closer, and you surge forward to press a kiss to his cheek, "Just that, babe."

Maybe that was too much with how quickly he backs off, but to his credit, he doesn't actually run from you. He just awkwardly stands out of your reach and flicks his eyes between the bartop and your face.

"I-I meant to drink," He urges - too quiet to really hear, but you can read lips well enough that you get his drift. You point behind him at one of the lower bottles on the bar, one that he'd have to bend over to retrieve. An easy enough request, and you make a show of checking out his backside as he turns back around.

Chuck looks like he's nearly ready to combust at this point, and you make a big show of patting down your pockets for money before coming up empty-handed. The glass is set in front of you, and you know you've won by the time his face turns red and he pointedly walks away.

That's the first of four drinks that night, and by the time you're ready for your fifth, everything is beginning to wind down. The stool you're perched on is sturdy enough that you feel comfortable turning it back and forth as Chuck stands before you with fingers drumming on the bartop.

"You uh... You know my name's not Chuck, right? It's Thieram?"

"Why'd you say your name like it's a question? Is it Thieram, or are you asking me if it's Thieram?" You're surprisingly deft with your words when you've had a few drinks, and Thieram seems unsteady with how quick you're able to shoot back at him.

"It's Thieram," He repeats, and you grin with a bit too much teeth before you take a sip of your new drink and swallow. Greedily, his eyes follow the line of your throat, all the way to where your shirt cuts off his view.

"Thieram," You start, catching his attention on your face once more, "I think I like babe better. You look like a babe," Thieram is blushing again, and you've reached your limit on drinks for the night so you push him further, "Could be my babe tonight, if you wanted."

Time stops for a moment, and you can see the wheels in his head working overtime while he tries to comprehend when you're propositioning. Deliberately, you take another sip of your drink and wait for his answer.

It doesn't take as long as you expect. His fingers rise to his throat to loosen the tie he was wearing tonight, and finally he murmurs, "I'll be done at four."

"An hour and a half? Babe. You've got someone else working here tonight, you can't go to the back room for supplies? Silco does want some inventory done before the end of the month..."

The look he gives you is so wide-eyed that you're sure you've played this game too roughly and he's going to back out. To your immense surprise, his chin jerks to the door that lead to the back rooms, and you scurry toward it. Holy shit, he's got way more balls than you thought he did.

Finding the stockroom isn't hard, and picking the locks that required you to get to it were painfully easy. They're more for show than anything - anyone stupid enough to try and rob the Last Drop is too stupid to pick through a couple locks. You don't bother to re-lock them behind you - Thieram will be following in your footsteps soon.

Your man finds you in one of the storage rooms lined with non-drink supplies for the bar. You're already tugging your pants down when he locks the door behind him - and then he proceeds to lean against the door like he wants to run out of it.

"Thieram. Stick with me here, babe. You're thinking too much about it," You tell him over your shoulder as your pants slip down enough to give him easy access, "No catch, no trick. You've got about ten seconds before I pull my pants back up and try my luck with someone else."

"Wait, s-sorry," Thieram is already working at the buckle of his belt by the time you finish your sentence. You know he wants it, but the poor guy is either nervous as all hell, or this is his first time, and you're not about to ask which.

But the way he drops his cock between your ass cheeks and rocks against you says volumes about how he's at least been around the block once or twice. The movement isn't as frantic or clumsy as you expect, and he even presses your ass together to wrap around him for a bit of extra friction.

"Don't got a lot of time Thieram, we've been doing foreplay all night," You taunt him a bit, and there's a spark of something in his eye that you barely catch before it's gone. There's not a lot of time to comprehend it before he's bending down to spit on his dick and spread it with a few swipes of his hand. Something about that motion sets your nerves on fire and you're ready.

"Say if you need me to stop-"

"I need you to go, babe, please."

"H-Holy shit, okay," Thieram's hand played on your lower back to brace himself as his cock pushes against your hole. The stretch is immediate - you hadn't gotten a look at his cock before, but this is sublime. You've had some large partners before, but Thieram is... potentially the best.

That doesn't bode well for him, if he was operating under the assumption that this was a one-time event. Especially with how he's rocking it into you with little thrusts instead of jamming you full - it's sweet, about as sweet as the little grunts he's making with every bit further he gets inside you.

"Lights above, Thieram," Your forehead hits the wall just as his hips meet your ass, and you thank whoever's listening that Thieram is on the gentler side because if he'd started railing you right away you're not sure you'd survive it.

"Y'okay?"

"If I'd known your dick was this big the whole time, you'd have never known peace-"

Thieram's cock twitches inside you and you laugh. Of course, that would get him. With a wiggle of your hips, you let him know you're ready, and when he moves you swear he's taking your guts with him. It's a slow drag that you struggle to breathe through - bless him, he's spitting on his dick again to re-wet it - and it's less startling as he rocks back into you.

The pace picks up slowly, and damn if he isn't effortlessly hitting every spot inside you that has you frantically pushing yourself back onto him with little yelps of his name - you're pretty sure you call him Chuck a few times, but he doesn't correct you. He probably can't, considering the circumstances.

Stroking yourself is a no-brainer. It doesn't take you more than a few skilled touches against yourself before you're warning him of your orgasm with a groan of his name. Behind you, he swears - you have to be damn-near strangling him as you bite into your forearm on the wall. Not screaming takes far too much effort, especially when his pace turns wild as he chases his own.

"C-Can I cum inside? Fill you up?"

"Fuck yes you can," Your words are muffled by your arm as you pant into the wall - you're still riding that high and Thieram finishing inside you is the icing on the cake. It takes longer than you expect, but then he's shoving himself so far inside that you can damn near taste him at the back of your tongue.

Thieram groans your name so prettily that you decide in that single moment he's not slipping through your fingers. There's been an absolute diamond sitting there the entire time and now he's got you hooked on what he's got to offer.

The feeling of his lips between your shoulder blades knocks you right out of your reverie - he kissed you. Then there's the feeling of cloth between your legs, and you realize it's his tie that he's cleaning you up with. When he starts to pull your pants back up around your hips, you realize you might be in love.

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