apps that shut off your music when you open them just how fucking important do you think you are

(lays back all sexy for u on the bed) (bangs my fuckign head on the headboard)

Tate Langdon Scene Pack

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 Hello, darling!

Under the cut are all of the longer fanfics written by me, for the convenience of mobile users, so you can see each individually. For general fandoms including submitted fanfics by other authors, check out my mobile masterlist. Enjoy!

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Y’all could have fucking told me Arcane was gonna screw me up, but no. You lured me in with your gay shit, and I got traumatized sisters.

Depths and Lies

Silco x Reader

A/N: idk what this is lol - the idea for this scenario popped into my head yesterday and I couldn’t get rid of it but also didn’t really want to create a whole back story to reader and Silco’s history…if y’all like this let me know and I may do a prequel to this going more into their relationship and falling out!!

Word count: 828

Warnings: graphic depictions of drowning, mentions of death and dying, murder, angst, very slight hurt/comfort at the end. There are no gender descriptors of the reader.

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You always knew you would die in the undercity. You knew that the crime, the drugs, the filth of Zaun would claim you just as it had given you life. But you never expected it to be like this.

Stabbed, shot, lungs clogged with the air that shouldn’t be breathable anyways. That’s what you expected. Not the pressure building in your chest, throat and lungs burning as you suck in polluted water instead of air. Your death was coming at the hands of enforcers though, so at least that wasn’t a complete shock.

Your fingers claw at the arms of the man holding you beneath the surface. His face is distorted by the water, visage blurred as you thrash and cause even more disruption in the liquid. Your feet kick out uselessly, stirring up mud and making the water even murkier as you try to escape.

But he continues to torture you, letting you up just long enough to gasp for air. But all you can do is try to cough up the water gurgling in your chest before you’re forced back under.

Ironically your life doesn’t flash before your eyes like the stories said. His face does though, and his voice as he told you about his own experience with this torture.

“The story of opposites,” he had told you one night as you laid next to him, bare skin against his own. “There’s peace in water…like it’s holding you. Whispering in low tones to let it in…”

How wrong he was. Yet another thing he lied to you about. Another thing you find yourself hating him for as your life slips through your hands like sand through an hourglass.

It burns. Your lungs feel like they are going to explode. blood runs cold in your veins until you can’t feel your fingers or the way they fall limp around the enforcers arm. Your mouth tastes of metal and oil and everything…hurts.

It’s not peaceful. And the only thing holding you are two firm hands on your shoulders.

You actually start to welcome the darkness creeping in around you. Anything would be better than the agony gripping your chest. Your hands slip back into the water, all the fight seeping away from you as the last of the air, bubbles from your lungs and you’re forced to inhale. You can feel unconsciousness closing in around you and your eyes slip closed just as the enforcers hands leave you.

He must think you’re dead already. But…why is he pulling you back up? Why do you feel the rushing of water against your face as you break the surface? Two arms wrapped securely under your armpits as they drag you from the depths. You can’t understand a thing the person is screaming at you, and if it weren’t for the fact that you were, you know…dying - you might scream at them for prolonging your torture.

That is until you feel the solidness of the earth beneath your back, the dirt under your fingers as they twitch at your sides. Your savior…or who you are assuming is your savior hauls your body onto its side, and it’s like a switch is flipped. Water trickles from your lips until it all comes rushing up in a tidal wave, making your throat burn all over again as you expel the chemical laden water from your lungs.

The darkness starts to ebb away from the edges of your vision as you continue to gag and cough, fingers digging into the ground for purchase. Only when there’s nothing left do you register the hand on your back, and the body of an enforcer floating in the water in the distance.

You turn your head slowly, the action causing the headache blossoming in your temples to explode even more. The laugh that escapes your throat is raspy and broken as you take in the man sitting in the mud beside you. White shirt and dark vest wrinkled and soaked with water and what you assume is blood. Dark hair falls in disarray around his forehead, many of the locks plastered to his temples. His dual colored gaze never leaves yours as your laugh turns into broken sobs, your shoulders heaving as every cry sends searing pain through your chest.

Before you can protest, and surprisingly you don’t find yourself wanting too, two arms pull you into a solid chest. You want to fight him, your anger at him still bubbling just below the surface. But right now all you find yourself doing is wrapping your own arms around his torso as tears continue to fall down your cheeks.

“You lied,” your breath is but a broken whisper against his collarbone as you speak through your tears.

But Silco hears you. And for a moment he’s not sure if you’re referring to your past together or what just happened.

So he just holds you tighter, hoping that you can find it in you to forgive him.

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Moots tag: @all-hallows-evie @twistedstitcher27 @ashotofspotchka

Seeing this between your thighs……..

ANYWAYS

Partition

Silco x Fem!Assassin Reader NSFW

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @six-feet-sleep !!

Six asked for a birthday gift that was basically you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid featuring Silco and a very brassy assassin in his employment. In a car. Two tops trying to top each other. (And yes, one of them does say the quiet part out loud lmao.) 

No Y/N reader, dirty talk, angry sex, car sex, two tops trying to top each other, lots of sass, should be s/d but its d/d lmao, public-ish sex I suppose, bit of a power imbalance but don’t tell them that, some parts could be construed as dub con but trust me they are both into it.

“You had one job.”

“And you of all people ought to realize there’s a lot of moving parts to one job.”  You shot back, rolling eyes at your own transparent reflection in the glass of the window, the undercity passing by outside the motorcar. “And if you don’t stop grousing and let me do my work I’ll accept one more job.”

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Silco: You're drinking again?

(Y/N): Relax, it's just tea.

Silco: What kind?

(Y/N): ... Tea...quila.

All That Is Thirst (Silco x F!Reader) [NSFW]

Summary: Consumed with desire for Silco, you decided to take things into your own hand but you knew better than that. Things were not going to go the way you planned. It would always be Silco’s way, and it was so much better. Tags: Praise, Pet Names, Teasing, Edging, V.fingering, Established Relationship, Clothed Sex, Finger Sucking, Dom/Sub Undertones. Word Count: 2.7 K. –♥– Greeting him with a bruising kiss, your soft lips kissing him ruthlessly, your habitually gentle hands gripping his tie with mighty force, ensuring that you could pull him down and remain still as you would get a taste of what you wanted. Take what you want. A taste of him. All of him.  You had been thinking about him all day, the uncomfortable frustration having you squirming as you sat or stood, your body tingling as your mind replayed memories that stirred the deepest desires within you, your imagination toying with your weakness for your lover, feeding into the thirst that you ached to quench so badly.

Only he could quench it. Only he could soothe your ache. Only he could give you what you want, what you were so desperate for. Greedily nipping on his bottom lip, prying his lips open first before you sucked on the thin plush flesh, your moans the only sound resounding in the room, your heavy-lidded orbs peering into his as they fluttered shut while you licked into his mouth, entangling your tongue with his passionately. Silco simply placed his hands on the desk, reciprocating your ministrations with fervency, permitting you to think that you seized control over the situation by luring him in with your enticing audacity. “Care to enlighten me?” He did not have to use many words to ask for an explanation on what had gotten into you. Your mind was capable of registering that his question was actually: what in the hells has gotten into you? Not you, Silco. Not yet, damn it; you thought. “I’m hungry, Silco.” Your admission came as an earnest imploration, your grip on him tightening, unconsciously emphasizing your claim. Wrong choice of words. It would only prolong this further for you. Feeling the tension sizzle deep inside you, the slow burn that made you feel like you were on the verge of losing your mind. It just made things so much more satisfying, for the two of you. “For?” Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, you knew he didn’t like to be kept guessing when you wanted something. If you wanted it, then you should ask for it and he would never deny you. That’s how much he truly loved you. Unswerving in the way you expressed yourself, that’s how he liked it. You, exposed to him in every shape and form, allowing him to take in all that you were, trust you and ultimately, do the same. “I’m hungry for you, Silco.” The breathiness of your voice conveyed your growing impatience, hands reaching and fumbling on the belt of his pants, clumsy in your fluster, your lust fueling the boldness of your actions. You couldn’t wait any longer so you whined, knowing that he was stalling on purpose and it drove you mad. He just had to have things his way… even though he would still end up giving you what you wanted. Seeing you in this state was a true delight. A deep chuckle rumbling in his chest as his hands, initially poised on either side of your thighs on the desk, were now holding your wrists with barely any strength. The gesture on its own had you stopping in your tracks, looking up at him with pleading eyes, brimming with all the emotions you’ve been bottling up for what Silco knew wasn’t too long, which pleased him extremely. The certainty that your lover would indulge you if you wished to be so was your motive for acting upon your brewing aspirations, didn’t matter how uninhibited they were. Silco welcomed them with open arms. “What is it that you want from me, my lovely pet?” His voice was monotonous yet you’ve grown to know it when he was willing to entertain you. Calling you ‘his’ was the telltale but praising you was only a little cherry on top, a little treat that he would give you, not to sate you by any means. This was him taunting you and seeing you fall for it, intentionally or not, every single damn time fed the inexplicable thirst he had within him to spoil you in his own way. “I want you, Silco. I want you inside me so damn much, it’s all I’ve been thinking about all day. Please, Silco.” The lilt in your voice as you sang his name so sweetly was endearing yet it did nothing to keep him from being seemingly unaffected by your sudden bout of lust. “Hm, I see.” The reverberations of his despondent acknowledgement stirred a nagging anxiety in you. Please don’t tell me you’re going to leave me like this. Please don’t look at me like I’m the only one that’s crazy between the two of us. “Silco, please don’t-” You said, not realizing that your thoughts were slipping out of your lips unknowingly, your agitation being the culprit and the consequence of your impatience.

“Take off your panties and open your legs wider.” He interrupted you, casually leaning back into his chair, placing his elbows on the armrest in slow and composed motions, every movement of his slender body exuding an allure of elegance that made him even more irresistible to you. The light tap of his index on the edge of the armrest, his heterochromic orbs glazing over your figure with disguised intrigue, ignoring the effervescent spark within him while feigning coolness, only to be able to keep himself in check.

For some reason, you completely froze, the rush of anticipation coursing through you had you temporarily immobilized at the fact that your lover was going to pleasure you. At least, that’s what you thought. “Do not make me repeat myself, pet.” The chiding hint in his voice was not severe yet his orders were orders, no matter how they would be spoken. You knew better than to disobey them. Trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, the hammering in your chest should’ve been distracting, your heaving chest almost pained by the intense beating of your heart, excitement thrumming through your veins. Eyes locked on his calm and composed ones, you made a note to make a show out of what you were told to do, lifting up the hem of your skirt till the fabric covered your chest, the softness of your legs fully exposed while you hooked your fingers on the waistband of your panties, wiggling your hips on the wooden desk as you steadily slid it down your limbs till it was off and placed on his lap.

Yet, his eyes remained on yours, paying no mind to the fact that there were clear traces of desire on your panties, a testament to what you have been trying to express to him. But what mattered to him is what you did in that moment. “There you go, my love.” You drawled falteringly, an attempted coquettish smile drawn on your reddened lips, your legs spreading wide enough to give Silco a good look at your glistening core yet he was shaking his head, not needing to click his tongue for you to know that he was not satisfied, the disapproval clear in the quirk of his brows. “Tell me what you want me to do, Silco.” Your urgency was endearing, a blatant contrast to the calm composure of your lover. “Please.” “Place your foot right there.” He pointed at the spot where the back of your thighs kissed the wood beneath it, you followed his instructions to find yourself even more exposed to his eyes. Yet he wasn’t done yet. “Hands on the desk behind you and push your hips to the edge so I can get a better look at you.” Doing just as he said, the cold of the room felt on the warmth of your wet lips, your breath coming out in small huffs as Silco’s thin form advanced towards you, one hand on your thigh resting upon the desk and the other, hovering before your cunt. “Beautiful and soaked just for me. Isn’t that so, my pet?” His soft murmur of admiration wrapped with an inquiry that was nothing but a statement that the both of you knew was much too true for it to be anything but it. “Mhm…” That was all you could manage as you took a sharp breath in the moment you felt him touch you. Prying your slickened folds with deft fingers, Silco kept his eyes trained at the task at hand, gliding his index and middle finger between your lips, your breath grew shakier with each time he grazed your clit, only a wisp of pleasure that could be. The subtle jolt of your hips didn’t go unnoticed by him, deep hums of contemplation reverberated in his chest as he continued to taunt you, delving the tip of his digits teasingly inside your entrance, figuratively and literally keeping you on the edge, unknowing of when he’ll finally push them inside you. “I can see you having something to say. A penny for your thoughts, little one?” The wicked shape of his smile as he peered up at your stiffened form, the furrow between your brows an adorable telltale of your frustration. “I want your fingers inside me, Silco. Just fuck me, damn it.” You swallowed hard, practically glaring down at him, blaming him wholeheartedly for the pain you were in. There was no fault in that but as your words sank in, the intimidating tilt of his head as he awaited an evident continuation that you missed. “Please,

Silco. Please…” There it was. The magic word. That’s all you needed.  “Fuck me…” You moaned, finally feeling your breath rush out of your lungs, Silco’s fingers plunging into you so suddenly, knuckle deep yet not nearly as filled as you wanted to be yet it was better than nothing at all. His wrist turned to face the ceiling as he began to pump his digits with a maddeningly slow pace, his thumb finding purchase on your sensitive nub, rubbing on it in mindless shapes, the emergence of what you sought finally washing over you in small waves. “All in good time, little one.” Silco remained as cool as possible, yet he was avid in his offering to you, watching the clear effects of the surge of pleasure, how it spread through you as he paid closer attention to the little things he knew would bring you closer to tasting bliss. “Don’t move.” He commanded, his eyes glazing over you when his free hand gently caressed your inner thighs, sending exhilarating frissons over your heated skin. “Allow yourself to just feel it.” Increasing the pressure on your clit, drawing tight circles, clockwise and in the opposite direction, your eyes fluttered shut and head thrown back, pitiful moans spilling from your lips. Guiding you to your orgasm, he began to pump his fingers in you fast and slow, making sure to brush against your sweet spot every time, just enough to build you up but not enough to grant you release.

“I’m so c-close, Silco…” You breathed, biting down on your lower lip hard, almost sure that you would leave scratch on the wood beneath you from how hard you were straining. “Silco, please.” Your legs quaked, you were just trying to conjure up every drop of strength and resistance within you not to fuck yourself into his fingers and just end the painful throbbing that just wouldn’t subside.

“You’re doing so good for me.” He cooed slyly, the loving flair to his tone not registering in your mind as you were too far gone at the sound of his praise, at the sinful way his fingers scissored inside your fluttering walls, his thumb toying diligently with your clit would soon be your unravelling.

“So... So… good.” The pregnant pauses in his intonation only emphasized the praise laced in his words, making your toes curl as the tight, blazing coil in the deepest pit of you threatened, no… was about to finally snap. His name was a beseeching mewl on your lips, your back arching so beautifully as your insides spasmed erratically, Silco endeavouring to keep the waves coursing through you with steady pumps and swirls on your clit, your breath stuck in your throat as your entire body tightened, your thighs almost quivering shut from the intense rush assaulting your senses.

“Simply beautiful.” He hummed to himself, his words just a tad bit louder than a whisper yet not audible enough to fall on your ears. Silco, unable to ignore the pride swelling in his chest, relished the sight of you, disheveled and overridden by your desire for him. It was a delicacy that he could never get bored of. Slowly easing his fingers out of your dripping hole, he pushed himself up to his feet while his other hand remained on your thigh, his soothing caresses never ceasing, helping you calm down from the intensity of your high. Ahhh, he thought to himself. The way your pleading and hazy eyes looked up at him. You would be the absolute end of him.

“Open your mouth for me, my pet.” A wicked smile appeared on his face as you whimpered, relishing the way you bloomed in your weakness for him, the way your entire body burned with desire under his watchful and commanding yet loving gaze. A string of your slick connecting his index and middle finger, the pad of his fingertips placed on the tip of your tongue as he slowly slid them over your wet muscle, the tanginess of your desire seeping onto it until his thin digits reached the back of your tongue, your lips practically kissing his knuckles. “Suck.” A pitiful moan escaping you, his order absolute and disobeying him was never an option. Closing your mouth around his fingers, a smirk ghosted past his lips, feeling the wet curl of your tongue around his digits, the taste of your slick spreading through your mouth and down your throat as you began to suck slow yet hard, Silco feeling his fingers push deeper into the warm cave of your mouth with every suck. “Good things always come when you do exactly as I say. Wouldn’t you agree, pet?” He murmured, the decadence he felt in having you so subserviently ache for him dripping in the raspy velvet of his tone, your ministrations magnifying the ravenous longing within him and the straining ache he hid too well. “Isn’t it just lovely to be mine?” His husky whisper fanning over your cheek, his fingers slowly slipping out of your mouth yet you couldn’t to suck them to the tip. “Ah, ah-” Silco dismissed you, the corner of his thin lips upturned in a smile as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, inching closer to you, your lips falling open to greet him into a kiss that never happened, making you whine in disappointment. Why was he so adamant on teasing you like this? “Always so impatient.” He chuckled playfully, licking the bit of slaver that dripped under your lip, barely nipping the lower ones before letting the soft flesh go. “Now, lay down on your back, dearest pet.” Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Silco’s tongue slid a little past his lips, the seductive allure of his mismatched eyes captivating you as you watched him lick the very fingers that had just been shoved in your mouth, then bringing the thumb, that had been very meticulously poised as the harbinger of your pleasure, to the tip of his tongue, rubbing what remained of your desire on it. “It seems that you’ve aroused my appetite.” An empty accusation when he had the full intention of ravishing you all along. And here you were, beaming in your wanton beauty as you looked up at him, wrapping your arms lovingly around his neck as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sinfully sweet kiss. Silco was much too inclined to join you in your lustful afterglow but not before pulling you back into the throes of passion with him.  “We’re not done here until I say we are.” The last words the dark roughness of his voice announced before you were entrapped in his wicked yet ever-loving possession.

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Ruined

Vampire!Silco x Fem!Reader

Arcane Halloweek: Day 4 - Monster AU

A/N: I have been so excitedly sitting on this one shot for days now and I’m so happy to finally share with y’all. Also…I just Just of made up my own vampire rules so just ignore that lol. Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: angst | slight pining | boss/employee relationship | blood | mentions of knives and cuts | biting | vampire feeding | blood drinking | silco being a teasing bastard as usual | fluff | suggestive themes towards the end.

not beta read - apologies for any and all grammatical/spelling errors.

You should have known this was a stupid idea. 

You should have known your mistake and consequent solution would come back to bite you in the ass. Just like every other time you try to go out of your way to appease everyone. Yet, here you are, suffering the consequences because some fucking assholes decided to jump you and the caravan on your way back to the Last Drop.

Sevika, Ran and the other goon with you had made quick work of most of them, their superhuman speed making them efficient in their jobs. However, a few of the thieves managed to get away with almost half of the supply. 

The blood supply that keeps Silco from having to roam the lanes in search of food. 

You can’t help but kick yourself, as you remember the damning words you uttered to Sevika in the aftermath when she asked what you were going to do. What you were going to tell the boss. 

I’ll take care of it.

You might be one of the few humans in Silco’s employ, but you’re good at you’re job and you’re loyal - two things that lead to the right hand woman taking you at your word. Plus, it’s not like you lied. 

You are taking care of it.

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