#silco x femreader

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Jinx x femreader whos timid but total sweetheart to her. Always paitent and supportive to her and tries to help calm her when she's expirencing a episode.

(Hey! Sure I can! Here, Enjoy!)

Reserved For Jinx

Jinx didn’t really get you

When she first met you she didn’t even really notice you

You were quiet, not confident and got scared and jumped a lot when someone would try talking to you

You didn’t have a lot of courage

Which was why you usually just helped with making things along with Jinx sometimes for missions

But after you and Jinx started dating that was a different story

She really liked it though! You were really kind, sweet and supportive to her!

It was kind of the first time she actually loved someone like she loved you

And let me tell you she loved it so freaking much

She was kind of nervous, which she never was, when thinking about you when you first saw an episode of hers

But you helped her so much during it

You held her the entire time she cried, even if she sobs and gripped onto your arms enough to bleed

She didn’t even see you falter as you whispered over and over “I love you” and “It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” to her

After it was over she felt bad because she had hurt you

But you just kept reassuring her it wasn’t her fault and that it was okay

I think that was the moment Jinx actually figured out that you wanted to be with her 

Forever

And she clung to you ever since

Even if she did before she kicked it up like ten notches

She is also very smug she is the only one who gets to see you being nice to her

Will constantly blabber about you to Silco

The man gets tired of it once or twice

But he is happy you’re good to Jinx

Just keep it up and you’re all good!

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[insult-2-injury]

(REWRITE) The Politics of Power - Chap 2

Modern AU! Professor Silco x FemReader

The enigmatic Professor Silco takes you in as his grad student assistant. It's only one semester, just how hard could it be?

Chapter 1 | AO3 Link

3.3k WC, SFW, Reader Insert, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Romance, Fluff, Student/Teacher Relationship

Thank you to my lovely beta readers, @sherwood-forests and @x-amount-verbs

Chapter 2

For a man with such lithe, unhurried grace in the classroom, he set an infuriatingly swift pace. You trotted just a half step behind Professor Silco, nearly colliding with his back as you struggled to untangle yourself from your bookbag strap after your hasty exit from his classroom.

Staff and students alike parted unconsciously as he strode down the center of the buzzing hallway, a flagship cutting a wake through the high seas, with you towed closely behind. The sheer force of his presence, the way it was projected outward, it was an almost exhilarating challenge to make camp at his heels, to try and remain within his potent sphere.

You observed him again.

The sharp slants of his shoulders. His jagged profile. The fixed glower he seemed to aim at simultaneously everybody and no one at all, something effortlessly unyielding about him as he staunchly, and rather comically, ignored any bold soul’s attempt to address him.

A fascinating study. And a striking diversion to help blissfully distance you from your surroundings.

Professors greeting in passing. Students reconciling after months apart. Not so riveting small talk about the topic of the summer’s record heat.

People were choosing their clans. Networking.  

Networking. You should be doing the same. Although it felt little more than a collaborative joke of a word at this point, the notion having been beaten into your skull so fiercely by now that it had lost all meaning.

It was integral to not have your name lost among the masses, apparently, but what an exhausting and disingenuous concept it proved to be in action.

You should be trying harder. Playing the game. Rubbing a few elbows. You were fully capable, worth your salt. There just wasn’t much of a point, you thought, when you hardly knew what you wanted in the first place.

Were you a little bitter? Probably.

You thought you'd known what you wanted when you started here.

You’d just gotten, well, a little lost among the masses.

Professor Silco’s bladed jaw tilted toward you only minutely, but it was enough to rip your focus away from him and back to the dwindling chatter as you neared an elevator. It dinged once as it began to shut on a group of excited, babbling students.

Professor Silco muttered something disdainful under his breath but didn’t falter, veering sideways into a shadowy alcove between two massive marble pillars and disappearing, ascending the narrow, winding metal staircase nestled into the hollows of the stone wall.

Impatient of him. But not unfitting.

On first impression alone, there was no universe in which you could imagine this man waiting for an elevator.

You jogged to catch up, zeal driving you up two steps at a time.

But the echo of his steps tricked you, and you nearly collided.

Professor Silco halted stiff as you only just managed to stop your hurtling form from crashing into his back again, feet scuffing, nails digging into the stone wall on either side of the narrow staircase. Before he could react, you had already exhaled an apology, heat blossoming across the apples of your cheeks.

The razor edge of his profile was no less captivating as he addressed you over his shoulder, aggravated. His teal eye glinted sharply from the soft glow emanating from the tiny, paned windows patterning along the rise of the outside wall.

“I didn’t realize I’d hired a leech.”

You propped there, wide-eyed, somehow not flung backward by his sudden proximity. Taking a single step down, you moved to clasp your hands in front of you, an ineffectual safeguard from that scorching gaze as it dusted across your reddening cheekbones from above.

“Well, I don’t know how you missed it,” you breathed quietly, forcing yourself to maintain the piercing eye contact. “It was right there in my profile.”

If he found you funny, he certainly didn’t outwardly show it. But there was something strangely close to amusement in the almost theatrically unimpressed narrow of his eye.

He turned wordlessly, using his arms to lever himself upward again. You hung back a beat before following, drew in a cleansing breath, catching for the first time the scent of tobacco that wafted lightly off his retreating form, an oddly pleasant smell.

“Your tardiness was a one-off, I hope,” Professor Silco’s voice spiraled melodically downward.

“Yes.” You hated how tiny you sounded. “Sorry I interrupted class. I wasn’t thinking.”

You thought you heard a low hum.

“Well, do try and think next time. I don’t tolerate discourtesy well.”

No, not well at all, according to some scathing reviews online. And he hadn’t seemed opposed in the least to discrediting you in front of the entire class, either.

“It won’t happen again, sir.”

There was a short, peculiar pause, where only your gentle pants and the arrhythmic stomping of feet punctuated the silence.

And there was a serrated edge to his tone when he spoke next that seemed to cast a cool breeze down the narrow passage, raising the hairs on the back of your neck.

“I’m sure it won’t.”

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The top floor. Professor Silco’s office was on the top floor and by the time you practically limped out into the corridor behind him, your mind was solely focused on trying not to wheeze. You glared daggers at the back of his head as you walked, more than a little peeved that he’d forced his stubborn method of transportation onto your now burning thighs.

You supposed you could understand now how he kept that slender form.

He stopped abruptly before an open door, one to a tiny room, reaching with a long arm to switch on a light before stepping back again.

“For your office hours.”

Was it an office? Could it really be defined as such?

The walls were a chipped, unsightly off-white. Barely enough room for the wooden desk within, and the tattered rolling chair that looked one sit away from collapse. Not so much as a potted plant, an unsightly painting to draw from the distracting lack of distractions.

It looked rather like a tiny prison cell, almost purposefully designed to provoke madness. You looked to the man beside you, suppressing a shudder at the searching, downward tilt of his head, eyes seeming to drink in your uninspired expressions like they were a fine wine.

But you could make it work. Had to make it work. Besides, it was just four hours a week.

All you really needed was a straitjacket.

“It’s… adequate,” you said finally, hardly able to keep the unimpressed inflection out of your tone.

Those mismatched eyes glittered, and you got the impression he was distinctly pleased at your word choice.

“Adequate. Good." He turned, beckoning you with a haughty incline of his head. "At the risk of echoing our previous correspondences, your office hours are 2-4 Tuesdays and Thursdays following class. Otherwise, your work is with me.”

You quickly shut off the lights to the tiny room, following him a short distance down the hall to a set of thick oak doors with shining brass handles. Unexceptional from the other pompous ones littering the hallway, yet it held a distinct energy that was uniquely him.

Professor Silco - Political Theory

That stupid little gold plaque seemed to wink at you as you watched him pull out a particularly ostentatious set of keys with elegant, mesmerizing hands, thumbing each one in a practiced motion until he was able to make quick work of the locks to allow you both in.

You swallowed, suddenly imagining those long fingers dipping languidly into a dark pool of water, hardly disturbing the surface as he brushed across it. You quickly blinked the odd image away, feeling that same restless stirring in your belly as you stepped inside.

What you found was surprisingly quite cozy, especially considering the cold, prickly man who dwelled there.

You jumped slightly at the impatient brush of Professor Silco’s vested shoulder against yours as he breezed inside before you found yourself enthralled once again by your surroundings.

A colossal, mahogany desk, was back and center, held by four curling, golden lion paws. A red wine-colored Victorian couch was to the left. Bookshelves were to the right, warping under the weight of their impressive collections, so tall they needed a sliding ladder.

Wrought iron windows twisted uneven patterns across the glass that spanned the entire wall behind his desk, where you could see the University’s spires rising like thorns out of a rose’s unruly stem. To the side of his desk there was an entrance to the outside, where you could see the castle structure continued along a stone walkway.

After one year, you were used to the Gothic architecture, and had grown to rather appreciate the unearthly shadows that littered the campus with a somber, mystic energy.

This room would be no different to an outsider’s eye. Yet, somehow, it felt strange, seemed more of a room in one’s home than a school office.

Maybe it was your lower-class upbringing, or maybe it was because you’d completed your undergrad at the local community college, where the staff offices were less extravagant, more built just for basic function, but this room reeked of new money: unquestionably gorgeous, in a wildly intimidating sort of way.

The place was teeming with antiques: a large, faded globe; several scattered piles of worn, well-read books; a shining gramophone sitting beside his desk on a side table. There were portraits upon portraits within gold-lacquered frames, some of long dead philosophers, one of looming mountains casting their reflection upon a dark, impenetrable sea.

You stood, you thought, in the entryway to a King’s private sitting room, feeling out of place fiddling there in your ratty little skirt and hand-me-down coat. You corrected your feet as they started to turn inward, like an anxiety-ridden child, and you nudged your chin up a touch, even as the smell of smoke and cedar began to sink its sinful claws into you, the unique smell of him seeming to scratch some itch deep inside you.

“Hang your coat and place your things at your desk.”

You threw a scowl at the back of his prowling figure, not appreciating the command.

Year of promises. Year of promises.

Biting your tongue, you headed over to the simpler, yet nonetheless extravagant table tucked into the corner to the right of the doors, placing your bag on its surface, allowing your fingers to linger upon the cool, dark wood. A small rose window shed a dim, eerie cast over your assigned little nook.

A little tremor of excitement had you bouncing on your heels slightly. This would be yours all semester, and you didn’t think it possible to have a grander view.

The company you weren’t so sure about yet.

As Professor Silco settled, you perused the room quietly, leaving your coat on in a small rebellion.

Something sparked delightedly in your chest as you inspected the little trinkets on his shelves, his various other antiques, eyeing the portraits on his walls with a childlike wonder.

One drew your attention immediately, hanging above the couch. It was a double-masted ship, tossing about on a torrid sea by light of moon, storm clouds darkening the sky to an ominous navy. Eight stretching arms of a creature rose from the sea, latching onto the wooden outsides, a terrifying amalgamation of crashing waves and limbs.

“The Kraken,” he said, and you nearly cracked a smile.

“I know. I always wanted to study monsters. Mythology and such.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I mean I did. On my own time. Just didn’t reckon a degree in it would get me very far.”

“And history will?”

You exhaled a laugh.

Professor Silco was no-nonsense, certainly, but you were pleased to find he wasn’t completely without humor, however dry. You could see, entirely now, why the more sensitive students would find him unpleasant - harsh even. Yet you found his forthrightness oddly refreshing. Charming in a distinct way.

“Touché,” you said, and you both fell into silence again as he rustled through papers.

You continued across the wall.

Hobbes. Marx. Rousseau. Machiavelli.

“Too many portraits of men,” you remarked, forgetting yourself for a moment as you paused in front of Machiavelli, one hand on his book, the other holding a pair of gloves, lips forming a thin, sinister smile.

“In this room?”

“In the world.”

Skin prickling with awareness, your head swiveled to find Professor Silco had paused, hunched, palms bracing his form upright as he studied you impassively from behind his desk, wreathed in a dull halo of light from the window behind.

“History is unfortunately canonized broadly by men.”

“But so many of these men were driven to success by the women in the background.” You squinted at the portrait. “Which is probably why they all look like they’ve been sucking lemons.”

Amusement took the form of a soft exhale and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the sound surprised him just as much as it did you.

“Do elaborate.”

“There’s someone behind the painter giving them the finger.”

“Hm.”

Professor Silco pushed himself up from his hunch suddenly, grabbing hold of a dug-up folder, head cocking decisively, and he prowled around to the front of his desk.

His increasing proximity cut into your space unexpectedly, like a heated knife, and you alarmingly found your thighs clenching. Every footstep nearer landed with a heated impact that pinballed straight to a spot between your legs, subtly pulsing.

His gaze dropped briefly to the movement, and you swore you saw the tightness in his closed jaw slacken ever so slightly before teal and orange bit into you again. Something darkly curious glimmered there for just a moment before disappearing.

The massive desk creaked as he leaned back against it, the points of his boots a little less than a foot away, perfectly appropriate, yet somehow much too close for your now cartwheeling brain.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so utterly bowled over by someone.

You cleared your throat, averting your focus.

“Perhaps,” he finally said. “Or maybe dourness is just the price of enlightenment.”

You were proud of the way you didn’t waver, becoming a bit cheeky as you steadfastly attempted to ignore his closeness.

“Could also just be one time-traveling portrait artist with a powerful vendetta against men.”

“Who are we to say.”

“I suppose that’s always been the narrative, though, men in power defrauding women, stealing their ideas, in order to subdue,” you said rashly. "Just a shame we’re all stuck here looking at their smug faces.”

From your periphery, you could see the hellish glow of his left eye, bright as a fallen fragment of sun, scorching across your profile.

Fuck. Your first day and you’d shown up late to class and promptly insulted the man’s interior decorating, which overall, you actually quite liked. You always felt foolish when you did this, became too impulsive. Hated the way you were a swinging pendulum, your words either flying out with the speed and venom of a striking cobra or flopping out dull and limp, like a deflating party balloon when you attempted restraint.

Your nose twitched.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I would argue they don’t hold much power if they have to result to such tactics," he interrupted lowly, and like a fish on a hook, your gaze was reeled toward him, his words coasting across your skin like a satin ribbon on a breeze, tying your insides in heated liquid knots. "To subdue."

A heady desire crashed through you with force, and his face remained remarkably impassive as you searched it for double meaning, your own blooming bright red in the process.

"Wouldn't you agree?"

Only when you were confident enough that your voice wouldn’t crack did you speak. “I suppose.” You tilted your head stiffly to the file of papers in his hand. “Those for me?”

There was a pregnant pause before he hummed an affirmative. “Most of this has been conveyed already, barring some slight alterations to your schedule.”

“-Nothing significant, I assure you,” he answered the inquisitive scrunch of your brows as you grasped the manila folder. But he held on for a second too long, eyes finding yours again. “Vander did write a glowing recommendation letter for you.”

Curious, that thread of poison that crocheted through his voice again when he spoke Vander’s name, never deigning to use his title.

“Did he?” Your stomach flipped at the disconcerting lilt in his tone, one that could be written off as simple praise if you weren’t so highly attuned. “I hope to live up to it.”

His mouth creased as he released the file into your waiting fingers. “Oh, I’m sure you will.” Professor Silco pushed off from the desk, sauntering his way back around to his seat. “You are quite the sight on paper. Double major. Graduated with honors. 4.0. Most certainly a hard worker.”

He settled into his high-back chair, the outline of it sharp against the misty backdrop of the University. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine, hm?”

You stood stock still.

God, you had so many questions. So many. But now was not the time to inquire as to why he’d chosen you out of everyone else who was leagues above you. On paper, he was right, you were impressive, and you’d managed to skate under the radar quiet yet well-liked. You had been offered a history scholarship to one of the most highly acclaimed universities and like a lost, wandering pup, been hand-plucked off the streets by Vander’s capable hands.

You were grateful, no doubt, yet the cynic inside was loud. You hadn’t completed your undergrad at some snooty University on the coast. No, you’d gone to the local community college.

Did Professor Silco suspect? Did he suspect that Vander hadn't written that letter at all?

No. He couldn't, yet you couldn’t rid yourself of the nagging feeling-

The lyrical chime of your name from his lips pulled you quickly up and out of your reverie.

With a quiet thanks, you took a seat across from him.

“Political theory wasn’t your first choice, I take it.” It wasn’t spoken as a question; it was a statement.

“Why do you say that?”

“Today in class. You couldn’t have seemed more dispassionate if you tried.”

A feeling of mild discomfort washed over you at his astuteness. You were always so good about remaining impenetrable. It had you bristling slightly, the fact that he’d caught onto your insincerity.

“I’m just tired,” you said evenly, but your mind was still stuck on something else. “You know Vander, then?”

His lips twitched. “Is that what your little band calls him?” The fingers of his hands fluttered over the ends of his armrests in a thoughtful, hypnotizing pattern that had you fighting not to stare.

“Professor Vander,” you corrected.

At the title, something wicked, wrathful eclipsed the dispassion on his face for just a breath of a moment.

“He’s an old friend.”

You nodded, swallowed, and like a trained bloodhound, his gaze honed on the nervous movement.

“I trust you had plenty of time in class to familiarize yourself with the syllabus?” Eyes flicked back up to yours, face ironed back into a careful neutrality, yet tone holding a suggestion of dark self-satisfaction, seeming to know full well your focus had been elsewhere.

“Yes. I did,” you said indignantly, holding his gaze, insides withering beneath it like a flower under the beating sun.

“Oh, good." Professor Silco leaned forward, his long-fingered hands joining upon the desk's smooth, dappled surface. "Then. Shall we begin?"

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THANK YOU TO MY BETAS 💕

I wasn't completely proud of what I had written for chapter 2, and it was a big part of why I've taken so long to update. Apologies for the long wait, but I'm so pumped to write more Professor Silco. Chapter 3 is more than halfway done and should be posted within a few days here. Comments and tags motivate me in such a big way. If you like what you read, please let me know! Thank you so much for reading! - Your pal, Sulty

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Soft Love

This took way too long but I don't regret it. Hope u enjoy!

Vi x FemReader

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: NSFW, smoking, drinking, NEEDLES, smut, oral, fingering, dripping

18+!!!

A/N: there is a cut off for the smut part if you're not comfortable reading that part. Other than that, hope u like the fanfic!

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You quietly open the door to your shared apartment, well, you try to. It’s kinda hard to sneak in after being shot by one of Silcos men. After working as a firelight for a few months, you’re used to getting injuries like this. Vi however, was not. It took years for you to convince Ekko you’re ready to venture outside the firelight hideout, and Vi only made it harder once she got out of prison. You know she only cares about your safety and well being, but you can’t just sit still while everyone else is out there risking their lives. 

You lean against the wall while taking cautious steps, as if you’re walking on mouse traps. Careful not to make any noise to let Vi know you’re home…especially in this state-.....you look up to see your girlfriend’s head poking out from your shared room, Her steel blue eyes staring directly at you paired with an angry scowl you’re familiar with. “Shit…,” you muttered, watching as Vi stomps towards you. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!,” she yells as she grabs your chin and starts examining your face. You scrunch up your face at the sting of your injuries and Vi’s harsh stare. “It’s less bad than it looks,” you say quietly. “Bullshit!,” she growls back. You pull away from her hand and stare at the ground with your eyebrows furrowed. 

Sighing, Vi takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom while you try your best to walk normally as you follow her. She drags you to the tub. “Sit!” she commands. Afraid to make her more upset, you sit on the edge of the tub, using your jacket to cover the bullet wound on your thigh. You watch as Vi goes to the bathroom cabinet and starts pulling out medical supplies.

She turns to catch you staring at her ass while biting your bottom lip. “No. No ass for you until you stop getting hurt,” Vi says with a serious look on her face. She watches as your face falls. “Wha- no ass?! Love, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you retort. She knows you love her ass. I mean how could you not!? They were just two pristine globes that fit perfectly in your hands. Plus, it’s what you can easily reach when you’re about a foot shorter than Vi. “Then maybe you won’t come back as injured next time,” Vi retorts back as she walks towards you with a bottle of vodka, bandages, and other medical supplies to patch you up with. You pout as she sits beside you, wetting a cloth with the alcohol before dabbing it softly on the cuts on your face. 

Hissing at the stinging feeling, you distract yourself by staring at Vi’s face. You wonder how you got lucky to even be in the presence of this beautiful goddess warrior, much less be DATING her. Your eyes trail the detail of her face, studying each and every one of her freckles and the VI tattoo under her eye. The hot scars on her top lip and eyebrow you could spend all day kissing. You stop to stare at her beautiful but scary eyes. The same eyes that hooked you in the first place. There’s just something about blue eyes that make them so beautiful to you. 

Vi rests her elbow on your thigh while concentrating and you immediately flinch at the feeling. She looks up at you with wide eyes concerned, before furrowing her brows and moving your jacket to look at your leg. Revealing a bullet wound in your thigh with the bullet still lodged in. 

“Y/N!!” Vi yells before grabbing your leg with both of her hands to get a better look. “Hey it’s not my fault!” you yell back before grimincing at Vi’s touch. She notices and quickly pulls her hands away. After a moment, Vi looks you dead in the eye with a scowl and says, “I’m gonna tell Ekko you’re not ready to do these missions.” You watch as she gets up and goes in the cabinet under the sink for needle, thread, and tweezers. “What? No way! I’ve worked too hard to be able to go on missions!” you argue as you get up and start walking to her, not even caring to hide your limp anymore. “This is final. I can’t keep letting you get hurt,” Vi replies. “What? You think because you’re out of prison now, you can just control my life again?” “If it means I won’t lose you then yes!” Vi burst’s out. 

You watch as she takes in a shaky breath and stands up, towering over you with tears in her eyes. “You’re all I have left….after Vander..Mylo..Claggor…a-and now Powder..I just…I can’t lose you too.” You watch your girlfriend before pulling her into a tight hug, wrapping your arms around her while she slowly hugs you back.

You hear Vi sniffle as she rests her head into your shoulder while you rub circles into her back. “I’m not going anywhere, Violet.” You whisper into her ear before kissing her cheek. You continue to sooth her for a while, telling her how much you love her while she squeezes you gently. After some talking, you both come to a compromise of Vi training you for missions. It would make her less worried knowing you have some tricks up your sleeve when on these missions.

A few minutes of silent hugging pass till you speak up “Hey, babe. As much as I love being in your hot muscular arms 24/7, I can’t feel my leg.” You hear Vi chuckle softly before pulling out of your shoulder to look at you. She takes a moment to stare at you with all the love in the world while you stare back with just as much love. You reach up to her face with both of your hands and wipe her tears from her cheeks with your thumbs. Vi smirks deviously and starts covering your face with a bunch of her kisses. You giggle at her touch before gasping as she lifts you into the air, carrying you bridal style. 

“Alright princess, let's get you fixed up,” Vi says, kissing your forehead while gently setting you back down on the edge of the tub. She grabs her supplies from the cabinet under the sink again and walks over to you, taking a seat beside you. Looking at the needle for the first time in Vi’s hand, you grab the bottle of alcohol and take a much needed swig from it. 

After cleaning around the wounded area on your thigh, Vi holds the tweezers with one hand and cups your cheek gently with the other. “You ready?,” She asks, rubbing your cheek with her thumb hoping it would calm you down a bit. You take another swig of alcohol, scrunching your face at the burning liquid going down your throat. “Yeah, I'm ready,” you say. You set the bottle of alcohol on the ground and hold the edge of the tub with both of your hands, bracing yourself. Vi drops her hand from your cheek and holds one of your hands that's gripping the tub, interlacing her fingers with yours. “Ok…deep breath for me, cupcake” Vi says as she slowly inserts the tweezers into the open wound of your thigh. You squeeze your eyes shut while practically suffocating the pinkettes hand. 

After Vi removes the bullet, she smiles, giving you a kiss on your head. “You did so good for me, baby. I’m so proud of you,” you hear your girlfriend praise into your ear. You open your eyes when Vi lets go of your hand to see her holding up the needle, brows furrowed in concentration as she tries to put the thread through the hole. 

You stare at the needle worriedly before picking up the bottle of vodka again, taking another swig. Vi notices and laughs. “You afraid of needles, sweets?” She questions. “No!” you retorted back, placing the bottle back on the floor. “Just…that’s an abnormally large needle.” Vi gives you a gentle kiss on the lips this time. She pulls away after a bit, making you sigh looking down, wanting more. “I’ll try to make this fast,” you hear your girlfriend say before you feel the needle go through your skin. You hiss at the feeling, putting both of your hands on Vi’s shoulders to steady yourself, digging your nails into her while she stitches you up. 

Everything’s quiet in the bathroom except for occasional hissing from you. Vi bites her bottom lip in concentration, trying to make you suffer through the least pain possible. Once she’s done, you relax your body and rub her shoulders where you were digging into her the whole time. “Sorry…,” you whisper. You hear Vi chuckle as you look up at her. “I’ve gotten used to it. You’re a feisty little beast in bed, princess. I’d be surprised if I didn’t have scratches on my back.” Your eyes widen as your face turns into a dark shade of pink. “Vi!” you yell while giving her a playful shove, hearing your girlfriend cackle at your reaction. “Don’t worry! I think it's hot,” you hear Vi say while you bury your face in your hands blushing from ear to ear at her words. 

“Just help me up, please,” You say to your girlfriend with a hand raised up. She smiles and pushes your hand away and wraps her strong, defined arms around your back and under your legs, heaving you up to carry you bridal style. “I can’t wait to carry you like this when we’re married,” Vi whispers. You smile and wrap your arms around her neck giving her a kiss on the lips. She kisses back with just as much affection, turning the kiss deeper as she carries you to your shared bedroom. 

Vi breaks away from the kiss once you both enter the room, Breathing heavily as she looks at you with concern as she asks, “Wanna smoke?” “God please,” you respond, leaning your head back while letting out a sigh after the day you’ve had. Vi carries you to the seat by the window, your designated smoking spot. It’s perfect for blowing the smoke out while having a beautiful view of the neon lights of the undercity.

Setting you down carefully, Vi opens the window for you, bringing in fresh air. You reach for your wooden box, kinda like a jewelry box, but for weed instead of jewelry. Opening it, you reach for the paper and grinder, getting everything together to roll one. “I’ll be right back,” Vi says, then leaves the room for a moment. She comes back with a steaming cup of tea as you finish rolling your joint, putting it between your lips and lighting it. 

You take a deep breath letting the toxic air fill your lungs before blowing the smoke out the window. You turn to see Vi holding the cup of tea. You hold the joint out to Vi for her to take. Grinning, she leans down and takes a big inhale while you’re still holding it between your fingers. You watch as she looks up meeting your eyes and winks at you. How tf is she so effortlessly HOT?

Vi sits down beside you on the window seat, blowing the air outside while you take another hit. You feel as your brain and body relax letting the drug do its work. Leaning against the side of the window sill you pass the joint back to Vi. She switches the cup of tea with the paper roll, taking another big hit before blowing out the window, watching the cloud fade away into the air. You take a sip of the tea, immediately grinning at the sweetness of the honey mixed in. Vi knows you love honey in your tea. This continues on for a bit as you both just smoke and drink the warm relaxing tea back and forth, enjoying each others company and the view

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Enjoying the last of the joint, you put it out on the ashtray. You feel Vi's hand suddenly on top of yours, making you turn away from the neon view outside to face her. “I thought I was gonna have to search for a missing girl all over again…” Vi says softly while looking down. Your other hand immediately finds her cheek, caressing over her freckles with your thumb. “I missed you too, Vi.” The pinkette closes her eyes as she leans into your touch, you loved seeing this side of her. The relaxed, calm Vi that doesn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders. You lean in and kiss her lips gently, feeling Vi smile against your lips as she kisses you back. 

The kiss starts off soft before slowly turning deeper, more hungry as you lean back against the window sill, setting the cup of tea on the nightstand beside you. Vi sets one arm above your head to pin you against the sill while the other wraps around your torso, squeezing your waist. You slip both of your arms around Vi's tattooed neck and your legs around her waist. Gripping the longer pieces of her magenta pink hair on the back of your lover's head with your hands. You pull her hair gently, feeling as Vi moans into your mouth. You break the kiss, both of you already breathing heavily against each other's lips. “Vi…please...,” you beg, nuzzling your nose against the side of Vi’s cheek. “Tell me what you want, cupcake” Vi whispers seductively into your ear. Nipping at your pierced earlobe. Vi starts kissing under your ear, leaving a trail of kisses and nips down your neck. She stops at one of your sensitive spots to bite into the skin then licking it softly afterwards. She knows what she's doing, and it's driving you wild.

“I want you, love~” you whine. Vi lets out a chuckle, sliding up to your face again. “But you have me, sweets.” You let out a frustrating sigh. “I mean I want more of you,” you whisper before hiding your face into Vi's shoulder.  “Aww don’t go shy on me now, kitten” you hear your girlfriend say. “I want to feel you inside me…” you whisper into Vi’s ear. You start blushing from the embarrassment. Immediately, you feel her warm hands grab your ass, hoisting you up again. You squeak as Vi stands up with you in her strong tattooed arms squeezing your ass. Vi strides across the room with ease while carrying you, gently laying your back on the bed. 

You watch as Vi takes off her hoodie, revealing her sports bra before climbing on top of you, sealing your lips into another kiss. It was more rough this time, full of nothing but lust as her calloused hands started roaming your body. You start struggling to take off your jacket while trying not to break the kiss. Vi notices and smiles as she helps you take your jacket and shirt off. You watch as your lover gazes at your more exposed body, taking in every curve, every scar with those piercing, lust filled blue eyes. She looks like she was ready to devour you whole, which only made you more excited. 

You watch as your girlfriend puts one hand on the bed, right by your head to steady herself while the other grips your waist again, pulling you in as close as possible against her. Kissing your lips again, she slides her hot tongue across your bottom lip silently asking to explore more of your mouth. Smiling, you open your mouth wider as Vi slips her tongue into your mouth. Both of your tongues dance together as you feel Vi's thigh push between your legs, pressing against your already wet cunt. You gasp at the pressure, feeling as your body already starts reacting to Vi’s touch.

Vi breaks the kiss first, leaving you panting under her. She glazed eye stare at you with a glint of mischief in her eyes. How does she have so much energy for this? You wonder. Vi suddenly leans back down, staring intensely into your eyes as both of your faces are only inches apart. “Can I?” she asks. “Please” you groan, another blush forming on your face as you think about all the possible ways the pink misfit can have her way with you tonight. A bright grin spreads across her face as she starts trailing slobbery kisses from your cheek…to your neck…down your collar bone. You arch your back feeling her rough but gentle hands wrap around your body, quickly unclasping your bra. You feel the straps moving down your arms while Vi kisses your shoulder and down your arm. She throws your bra across the room to the pile of other discarded clothing.

Sitting up eagerly, Vi starts squeezing and kneading both of your breasts with her hands as your head leans back more against the pillows of the bed. You start moaning as you feel the pinkette envelope her lips around one of your breasts, sucking and pulling your hardened nipple with her teeth. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand as a muffled moan escapes your lips. Vi immediately looks up. Removing a hand from your breast, she pulls your hand away from your mouth. Pinning your wrist against the mattress with her stronger hand, you look up to see Vi scowling at you. "Never cover your mouth. I want to hear every sound that escapes your body" she says sternly. Stunned by her seriousness, you only nod as she switches to the other breast, giving it the same mouthful attention the other had. “Vi…you’re killing me here” you choke out while she bites your nipple playfully. “Patience, baby” Vi whispers while starting to trail more kisses down your body. She stops at your waist looking up at you for permission. You nod yearning for her to touch you as she starts sliding your pants down your legs, taking them off and throwing them across the room. Vi wastes no time sliding off her sports bra, pants and boxers. You get more excited as your naked girlfriend climbs back on top of you as she kisses you for what felt like the 100th time tonight. 

You kiss her back needly, letting out a squeak as she bites your bottom lip before pulling away again. You watch Vi's muscular naked body as she slides down to your area slowly and seductively to the place you needed her most. Vi bites the edge of your lacy panties, winking at you with that shit-eating grin of her while never breaking eye contact. Holy shit! Has this woman got to be the most beautiful goddess on this planet!! You feel the familiar wetness pool between your legs making you squirm as you watch Vi pull your panties with her teeth down your thighs and past your ankles, letting them fall to the floor. Vi then grabs both of your knees with her hands, spreading your legs apart for her. You whimper feeling the cold air hit your wetness as Vi takes a moment, just admiring how she made you this soaked. Grinning, she hoists your legs over each of her shoulders, getting herself situated to absolutely destroy you. You gasp as Vi suddenly pulls you to the edge of the bed for easier access. She holds your thighs with her calloused hands as she starts getting to work, licking a long strip up your cunt with her hot tongue making your arch your back instantly. 

As if waking up the animal in Vi, she instantly plunges her tongue into your hole. You moan loudly at the feeling of her wet tongue inside of you while bunching up the bedsheets in your hands. This only motivated Vi more as she started eating you out like a starving man. You start squirming under her, unable to control your body. Vi grips your thighs harder. While being careful of your recent injury, Vi digs her nails into your skin to hold you steady as she licks up your insides. “Vi~…” you moan under her.

You continue chanting her name as your hands reach and grab at the pink strands of hair you love, pushing her face deeper into your pussy, begging for more. “Such a needy baby” you hear Vi chuckle from between your folds. 

Already knowing what you want, she lets go of one of your thighs and slips one of her fingers into your sopping wet hole. Your head rolls back in response as you pull slightly on Vi’s hair. Grunting at your actions her lips latch onto your clit, sucking and twirling the little ball of nerves happily with her tongue as she inserts another finger, moving it back and forth at a steady pace. Vi looks up to see you panting, squirming, and moaning under her burning touch. You're completely under her will as she continues to eat you out like there's nothing else she'd rather be doing right now. You pant more rapidly as you feel that familiar knot form in your stomach. You're close, and you're sure Vi knew too.

Vi starts moving her fingers in and out at a faster pace inside you, curling them to reach that perfect spot, making your back arch on instinct as you start grinding your cunt on her face. You’re so close to your release, needing just that one more push. The walls of the room echo nothing but your moans of Vi's name and the squelchs of your drenched pussy as your lover fucks you with her fingers. “V-Vi please… I’m almost-” you gasp as Vi starts humming while sucking your clit, creating a vibrating sensation that she knows always drives you over the edge. “Cum for me, cupcake” Vi mumbles from your cunt and that was all you needed. The knot in your stomach snaps as your head rolls back into the mattress. You moan loudly into the air, releasing everything that was building up inside you.

Vi moves her fingers slowly while lapping up your cum with her tongue, letting you ride out your high. The overstimulation soon gets to you as you start to squirm again, letting go of Vi’s hair. She understood as she raised her head again to look at you between your legs. You look back at her panting with your eyes half closed after your thrilling orgasm as she slips her fingers into her mouth. Never breaking eye contact while licking your cum off her fingers. You blush at her actions, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Vi. She chuckles while ducking her head so you’d miss. 

You fall back onto the pillows as Vi crawls back up on the bed, laying beside you with her head propped on her hand paired with her usual mischievous grin. “Damn do you taste good, babe” Vi says, giving you a wink while caressing your hip. You breathe out a satisfied sigh, smiling back at her while shuffling to your side to face Vi. You reach a hand out and cup her face. "That was breathtaking, love" you say while caressing her cheek. Vi puts her hand over yours and brings your hand to her lips, kissing the palm of it. "Anything for you, princess."

You look at her hesitantly, lowering your eyes before asking. “C-can I make you feel good, too?” Vi looks at you surprised before a soft smile forms on her face. “Only if you want to… but, don't think you always have to pleasure me too. I'll never get tired of eating you out, sweets” Vi responds, smirking at you. You smile lovingly back at her words. “I know, I know, I just…” you start to say shyly. “I’ll always be down for anything as long as it involves you, Y/N” Vi says, squeezing your hip as recurrence. “...Can you sit on my face?” you whisper, looking back up at Vi to see her reaction. You watch your girlfriend's eyes widened as her cheeks turn a crimson color at your question, not expecting this from you. “I’d love to….but, would I hurt you?” Vi says worriedly. “I’ll let you know if you do,” you reply, smiling as you stroke your thumb on her cheek, right under the VI tattoo.

Next thing you know, you’re laying with your back to the mattress again as your muscular girlfriend carefully sits her thighs on each side of your head. Your eyes trail from her beautiful face...to her tattooed biceps...to her naked breasts down to her oh so defined abs, taking in all of her beauty while she holds onto the bed’s headboard with both of her hands, looking down at you nervously. It's enough to make your mouth water and drool onto the pillows under you.

“Promise you’ll let me know if I need to get up, ok?” Vi asks you, looking down at your excited face. “I promise” you reply firmly with a nod before smiling happily up at her. “Now, sit on me, beautiful!” you say enthusiastically, wrapping your arms around her defined thighs and caressing them. Vi chuckles at you as she slowly lowers herself onto your face. Her chuckles quickly turn into moans as you start licking up her folds. 

Feeling the pinkette shudder at your touch, you squeeze her thighs as you thrust your tongue inside of Vi’s already sensitive hole. You hear your girlfriend moan in response, moving a hand from the headboard to your head to grip a fist full of your hair while her other hand stays holding the headboard tightly till her knuckles turn white. You start pulling her thighs towards you, rocking her hips back and forth to guide Vi on how you want her to ride your face. Following your lead, Vi starts grinding her hips on you. You continue thrusting your tongue in and out between her folds, watching as Vi throws her head back, moaning against the ceiling.

Wanting to give her more, you remove your tongue from inside Vi and start sucking on her clit. Keeping one hand on her thigh, you move your other hand to insert a finger into Vi’s wet pussy. Starting off slow, you pump your finger in and out of your girlfriend as you play with her clit with your tongue, swirling around the bud. “That’s it, baby…right there..” you feel Vi tug on your hair while she grinds faster onto your face. Her breathing becomes more heavy, indicating she’s already close. 

You insert another finger, moving your two digits in and out of her faster as you gaze up at the panting beauty on top of you. Vi lets out another loud moan, her body practically collapsing on top of you. Not long after, you feel the wetness of Vi releasing her fluids all over your fingers. You slow down the pace of your fingers while kitten licking at Vi’s pussy, letting her ride out her high. 

Eventually the overstimulation gets too much as Vi lets out a whine, sliding off of you and plopping onto the bed while still panting for air. “Damn cupcake…I gotta say...I’m impressed” Vi breathes while staring at the ceiling. “Was it ok?” you hesitantly ask, cracking your neck from side to side instantly groaning at the feeling. “Ok? Sweets, that was the best head I’ve had, I think ever!” Vi replies, smiling and wrapping her tattooed arms around you. She pulls you in close while nuzzling her face into your hair. You rest your head on her shoulder as she gives you a kiss on top of your head. “You did amazing, babe” Vi says, giving you another kiss on your temple this time while you lean against her loving touch, relaxing into her warm arms. 

You both sit in silence, cuddling each other until Vi pipes up. “So…another round?” Vi asks, stroking your thigh up and down, being careful of your new stitches against her rough hands while giving you that lustful look in her eyes you know far too well, paired with her usual flirty smirk. Sighing, you give Vi a playful look back. “Only if you’re down,” you reply. Vi sits up giving you a kiss on the cheek, “Always” she replies back. You giggle as you watch the pinkette crawl on top of you again, enveloping your mouth into another loving kiss.

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[sweatandwoe]

Warm Up

Pairing: Silco/FemReader Rating: Explicit Warning: Smut, light bondage, probably ooc Silco Summary: A warm up to Silco x reader, pure smut so it’s all under the read more

He had you pinned to his desk. One hand held both your wrists and the other undid his belt. You were watching as he undid it, slowly and carefully. It slid from the last loop and then he  wrapped it around your wrists, and all you could give was a soft whimper, as his two free hands stroked your thighs. 

"Easy, doll." His lips twitched as his mismatched eyes met your gaze. You gave a little moan as his hand brushed down your side. "So needy. But you do so well." Silco's head leaned down, and you gasped as he bit your neck. He loved over the bite with his tongue, and sucked in another mark not even an inch from it. 

"Taking care of Jinx and I. You're such a good girl." His words were like a slow, warm wind that ghosted over your neck. His hands weren't slow but careful as they came up to cup your breasts. Your nipples were toyed with until your moans and whimpers echoed against his office walls. 

You felt tge press of his hips against your own. Only a few layers of fabric separated you and the hardness he pressed against you. "Please." You began to tremble as he lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth. You gasped as he bit, wrists squirming against the belt. 

He pulled his mouth off with a pop after a moment of listening to the belt buckle struggle against the desk. "Please what, darling?"

He rested his head between your breasts, chin close to your sternum as he didn't let you escape his gaze. 

He wanted to watch you beg for him. And so you did, softly and prettily. Begging for his cock, to fill you, to fuck you. "Silco, please!"

He hummed, and ran his tongue down the middle of your tits. Then ran it back up until his mouth met yours. Soft to start, before his tongue was in your mouth. 

His hands were gone from your body, and you moaned into his mouth. You heard the shuffling of clothes. He pulled away, staring down at you as you felt his cock against your pussy. He kept watching you as he slowly, so fucking slowly, pressed himself inside. 

You were a mess as he bottomed out. Panting, whimpering, the loudest moan aching out of your throat. He gave a low thrust and chuckled at your gasp. "That's my girl. So good."

His mouth was on yours again, but it wasn't long before it moved. He was fucking you slowly to start, too slowly while his lips brushed over your face. Your forehead, your nose, the tops of your cheek. When he got to your mouth again, you kissed him when he hovered teasingly close. 

He groaned against your mouth, and his thrusts went faster. One hand gripping at your thigh as you wrapped it around his hip, the other one moving. Rubbing at your waist, cupping a breast, and then going to your clit. He swirled around it, until you began to tighten around his dick. Then he pressed harder, held your trembling thigh around him and pressed his forehead to yours, letting your cries ring out against the walls. 

It was only a few moments after you came, still panting and sweaty, that you felt his thrusts change, losing their pattern. The tightness from where he gripped you. His groan hidden with a kiss, but you felt his shudder, the last press of his hips to yours, before he emptied himself inside of you. 

You both laid there, panting for a moment. And once that moment was up, you took the opportunity to kiss the scarred side of his face. He wasn't too surprised by it, only a quick flicker of his gaze. 

Your hands were freed next, and he rubbed over your wrists. He checked over them and the marks he left on your throat. And then he looped the belt back into his pants and reached for a cigar. 

You moved, and you watched as his lips twitched as your legs gave a small tremble when your feet hit the floor. He patted his lap, and he kept an arm around you as you settled there. 

He had you cut and light the cigar for him. There were no words, and you didn't feel the need for them, as you nuzzled under his chin. The hand holding you, rubbed small circles into your back. 

Care and safety was a rare thing to feel in the undercity. But in Silco's Zaun, you felt it everyday.

#silco x reader #smut #silco #arcane silco #arcane #quick thing while I write a new slowburn fic #I was gone for a year did my smut get better I think so #mainly cause I edit my shit now #i've written over 3k words of this man in the past 24 hours the thirst is real #fanfic #Sweaty writings

[hotxcheeto]

Hello I love your works ommggg !! Can you write a Sevika x femreader where they both work together and sevika is in love with the reader ? something like the one you recently wrote with the waitress where the reader is really pretty with a lot of fluff and a protective sevika. Thank youuuuuu

━ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Sevika x Fem!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing?, Mentions of alcohol

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙? - Yeah/Nope/Kind of

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - This suckssss

"What's with the long face?" Sevika sat at the bar with a glass in hand, looking around at everyone with her usual glare. "Really?" She glanced at you watching as you smiled and shrugged. "You look more angry than usual, that's all. Something up?" "The drop went bad." Was all she grumbled out taking the last drink of the alcohol.

"Was it my boss's fault again?" "No, if it was, you would've had a new boss by now." Sevika stared into your eyes as you nodded, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. "Do you want another?" She didn't answer and you took that as a yes, walking over to the glass bottles of liquor.

"Hey." A tall woman then walked up to the bar, sending you a smirk. "Hi, what can I get you?" You smiled towards her, your lip gloss complimenting your grin as you poured Sevika another glass of whiskey. "Vodka, and a good conversation." You giggled and set Sevika's glass down looking at the woman.

"I like the way you roll. Be right back, have to take this to a friend." She nodded as you walked to the end of the bar, setting the glass in front of a very frustrated Sevika. You assumed she didn't want to talk about it, she rarely seemed like she wanted to talk about anything.

So after setting it down and smiling at her, you walked off back down the bar much to Sevika's displeasure. Watching as you walked down the bar and grabbed another glass along with a bottle of Vodka. A shy smile on your face as you talked to a woman right across from you.

"So, have you worked here long?" "Yeah, bartending." Half-truth, you were also working for Silco, something you weren't exactly proud of but if it meant the two cities could come together. You'd do anything, for your family to be raised somewhere that wasn't here.

The woman nodded. "I work at a brothel, I run the bar there but fucking hell it drives me insane." "Drunk men?" You both laughed as she nodded, watching you pour the Vodka into the glass, sliding it towards her. "I have a personal bodyguard so they've gotten slightly less annoying." You nodded towards Sevika at the end of the bar with a chuckle.

"Huh." The woman barely glanced at her, instead watching as you moved along the bar. Your hair framed your face, complimenting the slight makeup you had on. "Is she your girlfriend?" "What? No, no we're just friends." You felt yourself slightly frown at this, having to admit out loud you were nothing more than friends. Work partners, as your boss called it.

"Ahh, okay. Well I've got to give it to you, you are a very pretty girl. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in this joint wanted to get with you." You weren't sure how to feel about the comment, your face on fire as you stared at her with widened eyes.

"Really?" "Do I look like I'm lying?" She rested her head on her hand, watching you look down with a bashful smile. "Thank you... I don't..." You laughed slightly, looking down at your fingers before pushing your hair back. 'That's so sweet... thank you." You chuckled again, not making eye contact with the woman.

"Y/n." You looked over, biting your lip just as you made eye contact with Sevika. "Oh... looks like I must've disrupted your knight in shining armor down there." You looked back at the woman before walking towards Sevika.

"What's up?" "She works for enforcers." Sevika took the last sip of her alcohol before setting the glass In front of you. "How do-" "Look at her." You hesitantly turned your head towards the woman. "Does she look like she belongs in a place like this?" You shook your head and looked down at the ground.

"Your shift is over." She then stated blandly as you looked at the time. "I liked her..." You muttered, Sevika's stare focusing on your expression. "Let's go." She stood tall as she looked over to her men, nodding to the woman at the bar.

"So that's why you've been sitting with me? It's not because you enjoy my presence?" You frowned at your own joke while grabbing your bag from the floor. "You're a good bartender." You giggled as you walked through the front doors, Sevika following. "You're a liar." She stared down at you as you walked just beside her.

"I think you really do like me." "Is that so?" "Yep. If you didn't, you wouldn't walk me home every night." You grinned up at her, grabbing her human arm, not her hand. She didn't like holding hands. "Hm." "Are you gonna stop hanging out with me now?" You asked as you both turned into an alleyway, watching as she stared forward.

"You are terrible at responding to me. But it's okay, because you're the best listener." You got to the entrance of your building, looking at it with a frown. You always hated this part, especially now.

"Sevika, wait." Sevika stopped trying to walk away as soon as you spoke. Watching you step up onto the large piece of cement leading to the door that you absolutely hated on every night except the ones in which she'd take you home.

"You can't just drop a girl off without a goodnight kiss." You hurriedly placed a kiss on the woman's cheek. No one would've even dared to get that close to the big scary lady. Yet here you were leaving a lip gloss print on her tan skin.

"It's rude." You whispered, watching a slight smirk appear on her lips. "So I'll see tomorrow?" You smiled, refusing to believe she wouldn't come see you again. "Goodnight Y/n." "I'm taking that as a yes." You spoke as you watched her walk away, turning around to enter your building.

What you didn't know is she never left until she saw your light turn on from your window. Or the fact that she only came during your shift at the bar, and left when you left. Or that she really liked that goodnight kiss.

A/n: I'm so fucking sick rn lollll

#sevika arcane #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #sevika x reader #sevika #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane #nevy writes

[wanderpastme]

Masterlist

Oneshots:

Moondrop x Reader

BY READERS REQUEST

Yandere Moon x FEMReader (NSFW)Yandere Moon x FEMReader VERSION2 (NSFW)

Yandere Moon x MASCReader (NSFW)

Yandere Sun x FEMReader (NSFW)

Yandere Sun x MASCReader (NSFW)

Fanfictions:

Apple of My Eye (Wally Darling x Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Broken (Viktor x Reader)

DISCONTINUED

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 (NSFW)

Chapter 12

Antidote (Silco x Reader)

DISCONTINUED

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

#masterlist

[freementallyillkid]

Master List

Arcane

Mylo

-Mylo x fem boxer reader pt2

Mylo goes to his first underground boxing match

Mylo x deaf reader

Mylo meet r who is deaf

Mom Caitlyn x child reader +Mom/Aunt Jinx  and Uncle Ekko

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5

Sevika

(Manner) Sevika x femreader pt2 pt3

r yells at Sevika for bumping into her Sevika is shocked

Vi

Vi x fem reader

soft smut w/ Vi

Vi x reader

dealing w/ r going through drug withdrawal

Vi x reader

Vi with a r who likes to sing

Vi and Caitlyn

Vi and Caitlyn x reader

A guy flirts with r Cait and Vi get jealous

Jinx

Jinx x male dancer reader

Jinx hides from enforcers and find

Jinx x fem reader

R find Jinx beating someone up

Jinx x Caitlyn’s sister

Jinx x disabled reader

just some hcs

Jinx x fem reader angst pt2

Jinx x reader with toddler (hc)

Viktor

Viktor x reader

stargazing w/ Viktor

Mel

Yandere Mel x reader x Yandere Ambessa

Mel x reader

soulmate au

Ambessa

Yander Mel x reader x Yandere Ambessa

Silco

Silco x wife reader

Headcannons

Viktor, Ekko & Vi with touch starved s/o

The Last of Us

Jesse

Jesse x reader (platonic)

You and Jesse celebrate your birthday

Ellie

Care

Ellie x gn depressed reader, just some fluff with minor angst as Ellie makes you feel better

Again

Ellie x male reader (platonic)

angst, you die via bite some fluff before that

#arcane #mylo x reader #caitlyn x reader #vi x reader #jinx x reader #sevika x reader #sevika #jesse tlou #tlou2 #mel x reader #ambessa #silco x you

[abitohoney]

Vamp Sevika? 👀 I’m intrigued

Hi Lily!

Vampire!Sevika x liaison!femreader

Hey this one I actually plan on completing! Don't have much written yet, just some notes, a few scenes and a summary. Vampire AU obviously. Here's the terrible summary written based on how I think this will go (subject to change as it's very much in it's infancy)

As the new liaison between Piltover and the Undercity, you've been meeting with the frightful criminal kingpin Silco and his alluring right hand woman Sevika for some time now. Undercity born, but Piltover raised, you're well aware of the shady things that take place below, but there's something particularly mysterious about these two that you can't quite put your finger on.

Thanks for the ask!

🖤

#ask game #Honey's WIPs

[abitohoney]

I'm asking about #7 you can't say don't ask and not expect it 🤡 also the Silco x engineer!femreader 👀 ✍️ tell me more

Hi J!

How dare you ask about 7! 😂

Heimerdinger? Barely knew her!

Did not get far into this before abandoning it. This was another I started back in March. Crack fic pairing Heimerdinger and Babette, because WTF not hook up the two Yordles? 🤣 Premise was Heimerdinger was visiting Babette to discuss some shared interest (TBD). She offered him drinks that he accepted and thus became a bubbly drunken mess. Hilarious NSFW shenanigans ensue (think Parm Palace level silliness if you're familiar with their work, although I actually started this before I even knew of their existence or their hilarious work). For whatever reason the crack juice just wasn't flowing on this one, thus it's abandonment.

Silco x Engineer!femreader

Another abandoned WIP 😢 Started back mid January. Got about 8k in and stopped (didn't like my reader... sounded too much like me. This was literally my first attempt at reader insert). Reader, an engineer with a shop in Piltover, starts a mentor type relationship with young Jinx after finding her rummaging for scraps in the trash outside reader's shop one night. As they become closer, developing something more akin to mother daughter type relationship, reader eventually is introduced to Silco. Slow burn ensues.

Thanks for the ask!

🖤

#ask game #Honey's WIPs

[insult-2-injury]

The Politics of Power- Chapter 1

Modern AU! Professor Silco x FemReader

The enigmatic Professor Silco takes you in as his grad student assistant. It's only one semester, just how hard could it be?

Eventually Explicit | 2.3K WC | AO3 LINK

Chap 2 | Chap 3

Reader Insert, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Romance, Fluff, Student/Teacher Relationship

Thank you to @sweatandwoe and @truthandadare for helping me out with ideas on where to take this story! &lt;3

Chapter 1

To say you were hot was an understatement.  And the oppressive cashmere clinging to your neck and torso did little to abate the warm flush that was quickly dampening your skin. It was still early fall, the world autumn-tinted enough that it would have tricked any reasonable person into packing away their summer clothes, you reasoned.

Cruel Fates.

Damn this school for its lack of public transportation. And damn yourself for choosing to wear a turtleneck on today of all days.

A black twill trench coat was slung across the crook of your arm as you raced across campus. You had briefly toyed with abandoning the bulky thing on the bus stop bench to remove its weight, except, it really did complete the outfit. Layered you, you hoped, in an air of professionalism that separated you from the other grad students. Covered the ratty backside of your pleated skirt that kissed the tops of your kneecaps.

You’d so wanted to put on a good face for your first day as a teaching assistant, look half decent for once, and now you’d be showing up late, sweaty and red-faced. He was going to think you uncivilized.

Although, from word of mouth alone, the man was a bit unrefined himself.

You’d done your research, asked questions, read the online reviews.

Professor Silco. The way he was portrayed, he seemed one, big contradictive conundrum. Passionate yet aloof. Accessible yet reclusive.

‘Tough grader.’

‘Hard to please.’

It appeared those with weak knees didn’t make it far in his class.

But people were meddlesome. People were callous. And most of what you’d plucked off the social grapevine about him surrounded the topic of his scars. The ones that allegedly decorated half of his face.

You’d been sitting at the library only days prior when you’d overheard. Hideous. Hard to focus on learning when- And that was as much as you had been able to tolerate out of two particularly scorned students before you had excused yourself abruptly from your seat, a sickly, unexpected anger slithering through your stomach as their conversation had continued.

This year was a year of promises. And you’d promised yourself to only blow up on very special occasions.

Not to say the man didn’t sound anything short of an asshole.

Based on his email responses to you, he was no-nonsense, replying to your valid inquiries with short, sometimes one-word responses that were on the fringes of belittling. It had you wondering what had made him select you, what qualifications you'd had that had stood you out from the rest. Or perhaps no one else had been daring or stupid enough to apply in the first place.

Vander had drawn a hard line when you’d raised the idea, expressly forbidding you to accept the position under him. Hadn’t given a reason as to why. Just that the guy was bad news. But frankly, you didn't much care. You weren’t one of Vander’s elite wunderkind anymore, and hadn't stayed number one for long. You'd been too quiet and perplexing to hold onto his attention, but clever enough to stay in his good graces, feeding off the opportunistic scraps his little fellowship provided.

But still, despite your several glowing recommendations and a pretty robust resume, Professor Silco had quite strangely been the only professor to accept your application. Deep down, you were a bit stung by it, but they would have to knock you out and drag you off campus to get you to forfeit those tuition benefits.

Vander would just have to tolerate it. Once you told him, that is.

So, stalwartly, you pushed forward with no small amount of eagerness about meeting the eccentric man, and a healthy amount of trepidation at the chastising you’d most likely receive at being late on your first day.

The University of Zaun was like a standalone Gothic village, tucked away from bustling Piltover in a valley between two mountain ranges, shrouded always in a translucent fog. Obscured by high peaks from East to West, the sun just barely touched here, glinting brilliantly across the tops of the University’s towering, spired architecture.

The rose windows. The jutting stone buttresses. The vaulted arches that made you feel so deliciously small. It was like walking across the courtyard of a stately castle.

Some people found it dreary here. You found it rather cozy.

The only thing you had time to relish in right now, however, was the temperature drop as you booked it across campus, the sweat cooling on your skin.

Yanking open the giant oak doors of the social sciences building, you shoved your way through several perturbed students, searching as you went. There were no numbered doors here, no, that would be much too tacky. Instead, adjacent to each door there were gold-embossed plaques etched with class names, in no discernible order. Frankly, you’d always found them stupid. And haughty.

Anthropology 101, no. Economics, definitely no.

Bingo. Political Theory.

There was no sliver of window to peek through, but a deep, melodic voice drifted from inside. Made you want to just stand there and listen for a while. But you couldn’t.

You flung your coat on haphazardly, cinching it tightly around your waist, and wiped a bead of sweat off your brow.

You turned the handle as quiet as you could manage, the door squeaking on its hinges.

The voice abruptly stopped.

It would have been best, you realized in dismay, if you had just waited outside until class ended. Followed those silly little gold plaques to his office and stood outside it, prepared with an excuse and your sincerest apologies.

Bit late for that, you thought, hiding still behind the security of the half-open, wooden door.

“Either come in, or don’t.”

The low warning was formidable enough to push you forward and into the small classroom. Oh, how profoundly aware you were, standing there, of the fact that the full room’s attention was on you. But this was no time to lose your nerve. You ignored the sea of eyes, instead locating the only pair you cared the opinion of, to send him an apologetic glance.

And you faltered again.

Professor Silco was slanted back against the front of his desk, one booted foot hooked behind the opposite ankle, arms crossed easily, yet you could feel the chokehold he had over the room, even as he eyed the intruder.

Those scars. Ruinous and etched deeply into the skin on the left side of his face, like rivers carving through a canyon. They began a few inches above his temple, clawing their way down to the bow of his thin lips.

And his eyes. You couldn’t find your way out of their hellfire if you wanted to. The one nearest you was a shocking shade of blue. Teal almost. Half-lidded in its probing judgment. The other was pure obsidian inlaid with a fiery ring of orange.

You needed to see it up close. Needed to be under its flickering damnation. Just to see how it felt.

You shook away the bizarre inclination.

You’d known full well he was younger, early forties at most. Yet, somehow, surprise lit into you anyway, still half expecting, based on your brief interactions over email, to see a cantankerous old man, teaching well beyond his years, wrinkled and scowling.

And he was scowling alright, but he was decidedly handsome in a wicked, unconventional way. And maybe that was what had you standing there like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming eighteen-wheeler.

For a moment suspended in time, you swore there was mutual surprise, a split-second glint of an unfed curiosity in his gaze as he swept your nervous form.

Then it was gone, his face ironing into a perfect impassivity as he uncrossed his arms, shifted himself forward to address everyone with an upward lilt in his tone that told you everything going forward was at your expense.

“What is fifteen minutes late, anyhow, right class? What say we allow my new assistant to introduce herself, since she’s so keen on disrupting.”

The hand wrapped around the handle of your book bag tightened into a hard fist, your nails digging into your palms, centering your wobbling grasp on reality.

“Come, then.”

It was mortifying, the moment you realized that you’d been staring blankly at him for God knows how long, lost in your swarm of buzzing thoughts.

“Right,” you stuttered, face heating up. “My name.”

The unscarred corner of Professor Silco’s lips tilted up into a smirk of mild amusement and you had to tear your gaze away, feeling like a bitter little bug under a microscope as you made your way to the front of the room.

You were good at a lot of things; improvised public speaking was not one of them.

Vander had always pushed you to practice ‘using your voice’, acting as if you’d been born with an innate politician’s tongue and were just too timid to break out of your shell. But you weren’t the orating trailblazer he’d imagined you to be. You just weren’t the monologuing type.

And granted, introductions were extremely doable. You’d done those hundreds of times in your 27 years of life, in front of hundreds of people. But never him. Somehow Professor Silco’s proximity had your mind going haywire, attempting to form words like a broken compass trying to find north.

So, after a long, uncomfortable pause, you quietly introduced yourself to the students, hating the looks of pity you received out of a select few. Your name. Your degree. Your interests. Some hilariously woven fiction about being positively fascinated by the study of politics.

And all the while, you felt his mismatched gaze darting across the planes of your face, your reddening ears, your hair. A burning antagonism at the man clasped hands with self-consciousness as you closed out with a small smile.

After a moment, Professor Silco gave a small nod, instructing you to go sit with a haughty tilt of his head.

You couldn’t help it, your smile dropping purposefully, the curtain of your hair hiding from the rest of the class the look of wrath you leveled him with as you passed. A far-off warning bell clanged as his features darkened, something dangerous and intoxicating lifting his lips into the ghost of a smile, as if he knew something you didn’t.

The moment was over in the breadth of a heartbeat.

Thankfully, a couple of students up front were kind enough to scoot over so that you could take a seat at the edge of the table. You fanned out your work neatly, preparing to jot down clarifying questions on the syllabus, wanting to be fully prepared for the semester.

Tougher in practice, it seemed.

That voice. The one that rolled so darkly across the room like a distant clap of thunder. It was near impossible to brush aside.

You tried not to look at him as he spoke. You could tune out. You’d already taken this class. Aced it. Albeit with a different professor. The only thing you needed to do right now was familiarize yourself with the schedule.

But you did peek.

Because he was expensive looking. A crisp, burgundy dress shirt clung perfectly to his stream-lined torso, tucking into black, slim-fitting dress pants, cinched with a large, brass-buckled belt. He was hugged by a waistcoat, also black, decorated exquisitely with gold detailing. Boots of the same two color schemes fitted his feet and a cotton, raven-colored scarf wrapped his neck loosely. 

Professor Silco was trim, his features impossibly sharp, chiseled of a brilliant marble. His dark hair was styled back, a single, sophisticated band of grey striping backward from his hairline. A refined nose, its blade sharp, cut through the air as he spoke passionately, about what you didn’t know, as you were too busy watching those long-fingered hands wave through the air to emphasize each word as if hammering them into your skull one by one.

You shook your head.

Resolutely, you glared down at the syllabus. And each time his brilliant gaze fell on you, you’d sense it at the crown of your head, startling slightly, gaze pulling upward like a magnet of an opposite pole. And it was always a second too long that he held on, you thought, before he’d roll onward to his next victim. Or was it all in your head?

What did it matter anyway?

Before long, class was dismissed and you sat as quiet as a mouse, observing him unabashedly beneath your lashes. Students filed out, some stopping to greet and introduce themselves to you. Most to Professor Silco. It was hard not to smile slightly at his general aloofness.

And then there were two.

Professor Silco wasn't paying you mind as he gathered his things in his gold-clasped briefcase, and you didn't want to interrupt.

Would he abandon you? Forget you were sitting here at all?

It wouldn't be the first time.

Facing the chalk board at the front of the room, he addressed you suddenly and your brain hit refresh on all mental processing. You were tossed through hyperspace, your name sounding so utterly profound passing across the threshold of his lips. You blinked, something subtle and strange pulsating gently in your lower stomach.

“Yes?”

He took his time before turning to speak.

"We have much to discuss."

But he was sauntering toward you, not away. 

You used your entire arsenal of willpower to even attempt to keep still as his palpable presence slowly stretched well into the limits of your comfort zone. Until he was standing right there, hips almost brushing the front of the desk.

Professor Silco gazed down at you like you were a funny little thing, perched below him all simply, and you didn't surrender, questioningly cocking your head in lieu of speaking. You wet your suddenly dry lips, and his keen eyes darted to the movement before trailing the curve of your throat as you nervously swallowed.

They lifted to yours again.

“I expected more decorum out of Vander’s prodigy.”

It was the way he said it, a trace of venom lacing through his velvet tone, that made you frown.

“Well, don't," you said bluntly.

His good eyebrow cocked.

"I'm not Vander."

“No,” he said after a moment, something about the furtive, knife-edged tilt of his mouth sending a warning shiver down your spine. "You aren't, are you?"

You couldn't speak. Were entirely mute under the spotlight of his attention.

"Come," he said, turning abruptly.

And you followed.

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