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All of you arcane lovers really should look into the chaos walking books since you love it when your fave characters never know peace
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Girls night (NSFW)
Everyone’s reaction to reader coming back from a girls night tipsy and horny
I thought this idea was wayyy too funny
18+ minors DNI
Mel
Probably was at the girl’s night with you.
If you smack Mel you’re losing access to your hands and they will be pinned.
She completely understands getting caught up in the moment but she isn’t the one to slap. It’ll just be used as an excuse to steal your soul.
This girls got gadgets you’ve never even heard of and they’re all gonna be working at their highest setting tonight.
Accidentally traumatizing Jayce and waking up to enough noise complaints you could swim in them.
Vi:
At first she’s a pouty puppy. Hasn’t even noticed that you’re tipsy and hella horny. She’s too caught up in feeling bad for herself that you left her at home to spend time with your girls.
She has to get a good look at you before she realizes what’s going on and smirks.
Handsy, hot and bothered, she’s liking this side of you.
But then her pants are coming off, and wow you taste like hard liquor and when did you get her top off?
As soon as she realizes you’re moving a little too fast for her she panics.
Locked herself in the bathroom and sat in the tub till you passed out by the door.
Viktor:
At first he’s excited to see you. He’s ready to hear about all the places you’ve been and what you guys talked about until he sees this carnivores look in your eye he’s never seen before.
You pretty much jump his bones.
You’re going to break the man. You’re squishing his face and he’s fighting to breathe while you’re having some of the best sex the two of you have ever had.
Moans in confused and a little scared cus what the fuck is going on.
He’s half out of his mind while you’re bouncing on him and only really comes back to earth once the two of you are done.
Littered in bite marks and can’t look you in the eye in the morning. Doesn’t even know who you are anymore. This is going in his journal.
Sevika:
Babes can do more than handle you. You’ve met your match with this one. She doesn’t really care if you’re gripping her hair hard if anything it makes her work harder.
Bite her she’ll bite back harder.
She’s gonna chuckle into your mound while you grind yourself against her face. Usually you’d never even think about sitting on her face because you’ve said it before you’re too scared you’ll suffocate her. It’s hard to believe the words ever left your mouth at the sight of the two of you.
When the strap comes out if you get wild she’s just gonna enjoy the show. Completely ignores you when you try smacking her. Only really cares about the faces you’re making cus you look cute.
Sevika can take a couple of hits this is a piece of cake.
Silco:
Someone missed you while you were gone as much as he hates to say it. He tried distracting himself with work but couldn’t help thinking about you and how cold you’d left his presence.
He waits for you at the door so once you come stumbling in he’s getting mowed down immediately.
Congratulations you’ve caught the king off guard and wow this is definitely a new position, have you always been this flexible? What are you doing to his body?
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Open your eyes (NSFW)
A poly Sevika & Silco smut. Reader gets violated by Sevika, gets it in with Silco then gets destroyed by both cus Reader isn’t very good at eye contact <3 18+
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Enjoy🤍
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“I’m bored.” You mutter under your breath laying on your back. The blue of the water from the window bounces across your skin.
Silco left a couple of hours ago. Didn’t tell you where he was going because he doesn’t think it’s your business.
Now you and Sevika are awake having made yourselves comfortable in his laboratory where all of the shimmer is produced. Watching the salt water creatures swim around with nowhere to go.
“Did you hear me, I said I’m bored.” You vocalize once again.
Sevika grunts in response, eyes closed while she rests her head back against the velvet couch. You watch her large form move as she breathes taking in the girth of her exposed thighs in her pajama shorts, the top of her v-line peeking out at you. She’s got her tank top pulled up so that her toned stomach is kissing the air. She must be hot.
“Do you need something?” She mutters flesh arm laying over her eyes. She must’ve felt you staring. “No.” You lie already beginning to feel your dampened panties stick to you.
It’s too early for this. Too early for heat and want. Too early to be a sweaty mess under her. You pick at the skin of your fingers as a distraction. Something to pull your mind away from how…large she looks right now.
“I’m gonna go back to bed.” She suddenly grunts. “I think I’ll come too.” The little voice in the back of your mind shrieks once the words have left your mouth.
She glances in your direction barely taking your presence into account before huffing and walking off.
The two of you silently shuffle back to your room. The comforter’s still a mess from rolling out of the bed this morning. Pillows sticking all over the place. Reflections of the water casting them selves across the walls.
Sevika finds her place leaned back against the headboard tiredly staring forward glaring wordlessly through the window.
The slow movement of the animals begins to lull her to sleep.
That is until you climb into her lap.
“What are you doing?” She grunts voice husky. “I want you.” You mumble starting to place kisses on her neck.
“I’m trying to sleep.” “You can sleep when you’re dead.” You groan into the skin of her neck sucking the skin shades deeper. Lips and tongue messily searching and marking the expanse of exposed skin.
Her flesh hand grabs a nice handful of ass and squeezes when you suck against her collarbone.
Glancing up from under your eyelashes you can see the way she’s looking at you, challenging you to keep going.
You graze your teeth against the bone and she pulls away with her eyes full of want.
Sevika’s metal hand firmly grips your face while her flesh one finds its way under your shirt. Her eyes search your face as it climbs higher from your stomach grabbing and kneading a breast.
It hard to look her in the eye when she’s looking at you like this. Like you’re some piece of meat. Searching your features for every twitch, watching for every tiny telltale sign that she’s unraveling you.
The way you squirm trying to get away, the way your eyebrows furrow when she flicks your nipple. She watches it all. And you just can’t watch her watch you.
With a whimper you clamp your hands down around her metal arm that’s still gripping your face and squeeze your eyes shut.
She thinks you look so cute.
Fondling you under your night shirt she leans in to kiss you. There's the bitter taste of tobacco on her tongue coupled with the way her hands undress you.
Her hands are feeling you up as she continues to steal your breath away.
She sucks your tongue into her mouth, her chest rumbles with your whimpers.
Sevika grips you by the nape of your neck. Her lips are swollen dark with you and your neediness.“Look at me.” She moans, placing a wet kiss to the corner of your mouth.
She grasps your hip with her metal hand and grinds you against the limited material covering her thigh.
Strangled groans force their way up your throat while your grip on her bicep tightens. You shiver and lean back at an attempt to keen from her touch but your eyes stay screwed shut. “I said look at me” She tugs your head back and they fly open.
You can see the bead of sweat trickling down her forehead collecting at her chin. “You deaf sunshine?” She grunts warm breath hitting your cheeks as she continues to grind you against her.
You reply with a moan to which she chuckles.
“Ask me to fuck you.”
Of course she doesn’t expect a response. From the way your face is scrunched up she can clearly see you’re enjoying yourself far too much to even consider opening your mouth. But Sevika is a bastard and she’s consistent.
“Earth to Y/n.”
Eyes glazed over you look in her direction before closing your eyes again at the sensation of her thumb finding its way where her knee once was.
“You’re not good at following instructions.”
Fuzzy minded you watch her pull away to put herself together. You’ve barely processed half of what happened by the time she’s got her strap on in your face.
“Kiss it.” She grunts impatience laced in her tone and the rough grip she has on your hair.
Your scalp is screaming but your cunt is aching and the latter is arguably worse.
You place a chaste kiss to the tip of the silicone and she hums in approval tossing you around so that you’re ass up for her.
Last time she got anywhere near your ass she shoved her thumb inside and tried to lug you around like you were a fucking bowling ball.
Even with half a mind you manage a “Don’t even think about it.” She raises her hands feigning innocence but her eyes tell a different story.
With her pointer and middle finger she spreads you open so that she can get a good look at you.
“I’ve barely even touched you.” A fucking lie. She can see the way your pussy is dribbling. It’s all her fault you’re like this.
She takes a greedy taste nose swiping through your folds while she collects your nectar against her tongue humming at the taste. You taste so sweet to her, bitter but in the sweetest way. She wishes she could drown in you but now isn’t the time for that.
“Look at me.”
It’s a stretch but it’s a good one. You groan squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of the ribbed dildo rubbing against your walls. She hasn’t even started good and you’re gonna pass out.
“Sev-“ “Shut up.”
Sev’s hips are digging deep. You almost can feel her in your throat.
Looking back at her you can see she’s got that focused look in her eye. The kind of look she gives you before she has you begging for mercy. She’s giving you so much already you’re sure you won’t make it two minutes.
You try to slow her down by placing your hand against her abdomen but she only pulls the hand out of the way as she strengthens the pace.
While you let out a string of defeated mewls Sevika leans forward angling her hips at the one spot she knows will ruin you. Hand pressed against your lower back as her hips dig into you.
One of her hands travels to your southern regions and begins to abuse your clit, rolling the poor thing to the point you think you’ll pass out.
You try you really do but then your vision goes all splotchy and your legs start to shake with the promise of giving out.
“Too much.” You mumble.
The bed catches you while you cum. You spasm and seize while you finish and Sevika watches your motionless body for the longest patting your head.
It isn’t till you suddenly spring up with the intention of escape when Sevika grips you by your ankle pulling you back towards her.
She’s holding you by your throat now fucking up into you from behind.
The intense heat climbs up your throat coming out as a howl to somehow escape the remorseless calculated thrusts. She’s so deep her body’s molded to yours guiding it with every thrust huffing into your ear. You can feel her chest making contact with your back sweat collecting at the point of friction.
If you can ever stand again after this you might scamper off and ice your poor cooter but I doubt the odds are in your favor. Besides all of this could have been avoided if you’d have just looked her in the eye when prompted.
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It happens again late in the afternoon. You’re wearing a nice plaid skirt visiting Silco’s office, being annoying, being a distraction. He puts up with you blowing in his ear and running your cold hands against him for so long before he’s done with it.
“Jinx out.” The quick pattering of her feet grows distant until you no longer can hear her. His cologne is potent. The closer he gets to you the more intoxicated you become. Your head swirls as you try to ground yourself but all you can think of is him, all you can smell? Him. All that you can see? Is Silco.
Silco wants you to watch. He wants you to open your eyes and look at yourself while his fingers plunge into your (ahem excuse my French) soppy cunt. It’s quite the sight, dirty, erotic. He wants to share it with you. For a while you’d seen the new mirror and wondered about what it was for. You should have suspected foul play.
His back is to the door sheltering you from anyone that could come budging in without notice. Still a tiny twine of anxiety has looped itself through your guts and has you fluttering with more than your lust.
Distractedly you moan eyes squeezed shut with the idea anyone could come budging in and see you like this. At the sound Silco pulls himself from your grasp to get a good look at you.
“I’m running out of patience pet.” He grumbles. You whimper, hips twitching forward, eyes still stubbornly screwed shut. “Open your eyes.” He tries once more pausing the motion. You don’t move. With a frustrated sigh his fingers retreat from your warmth pulling a whimper from your throat. He holds his fingers in front of you and patiently waits for you to clean yourself off his fingers. “Good girls get to finish.”
Without another word Silco finds his way back at his desk writing off paperwork and you stand wordlessly in the corner of his room, waiting till he’s finished.
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“Where are we going?” “I need to make a stop.
Walking the streets of the underground city you struggle to keep up with Silco’s slender figure. One of his steps is three of yours.
Flashes of neon light bounce across the wet ground momentarily catching your eye. Silco’s grip on your wrist tightens as the two of you near the brothel.
It was so easy to fall into the trap. The room was dark and warm. His hands so tender in the darkness travelling delicate against your frame.
How were you supposed to know that when his mouth connected to your throat Sevika would trap you between the two of them and all you’d know would be the heat of lips and hands impatiently scattered across your skin?
How were you supposed to predict how quickly kisses could become a flurry of clothes on the floor of the brothel? How were you to know that the many curious eyes and ears of the escorts and dedicated patrons would find you so vulnerable in this little room? Maybe you would have never mindlessly followed Silco.
You’re leaned against the arm of the couch, hands tied with Silco’s fine deep blue silk tie. Sevika’s got your panties pulled to your ankles, your ankles behind your head, and her pointer and middle finger knuckles deep. A sea of oohs and ahs hit your ears. Heat burns through the skin of your cheeks.
With every squelch of your pretty pussy the masked faces that have made themselves comfortable on the floor of the lounge tilt their heads taking in the sight of you.
Silco’s pretty toy thing.
“This is my Y/n.” Silco’s crackling voice grapples the collective attention of the masked and costumed audience. Beautiful strangers whose dollar isn’t lost to you. Strangers that glance between your face and your core, with want coming off their bodies in waves. To their dismay, as long as Silco is here they can’t touch.
But oh can they look.
“Y/n here isn’t much of a listener. Many of you know that when I want something I expect to receive it no matter the lengths you must go to satisfy me.”
His pacing momentarily distracts you from Sevika’s invasion of your insides. A collection of drafts falling off the tail of his coat sending shivers down your spine.
“When told to keep her eyes open for me Y/n insisted on shutting them. Now Y/n has to watch all of you watch her.”
Sevika’s fingers stroke up against the textured patch pulling a jolt from you and a collective chuckle dances around the room.
You don’t miss the commentary. “She so sensitive.” “Look at how she reacts.” “Look at how much she’s dripping.”
You also don’t miss the smug look that has found it’s way onto Silco’s face as he looks over you from the back of the couch, protected from the cool night breeze that sweeps in every time someone enters the brothel, by his nice leather coat.
You try to reason with yourself that it could be worse but keep coming up short with the fact this is the worst case scenario.
A bunch of horny strangers watching you get off honestly couldn’t get any worse.
And then Sev leans forward and dives into your core licking at your cunt like a starved woman.
So you were wrong.
Sevika’s broad shoulders flex beneath the material of her shirt. They become the topic of conversation throughout the room although you’re the one being spread like a seven course meal.
But it’s hard not to be jealous hearing how they talk about her right infront of you. Now you can sympathize with her and Silco on how they must’ve felt hearing commentary about you.
You attempt to cover your mouth with your tied up arm to smother the whimpers that climb up your throat only to choke when Sevika settles her smothering gaze up on you. Sharp eyes keenly searching your face for every twitch, every bout of emotion.
Silco grips your face, his gaze softens at the sight of your mascara stained squished cheeks. “Look at me Y/n.”
You do as you’re told. You’ve disobeyed the simple order so many times today it might be worth it to listen for once.
“Since you can’t follow simple instructions.” He lands a smack against your cheek. You moan as your audience gasps. The sting travels right to your cunt. The same one Sevika’s messily smacking on.
Silco pulls something from his coat. A piece of cloth that at first you don’t recognize.
A blindfold. They’re going to blindfold you in front of a crowd of strangers. And oddly enough you’re going to let them.
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Took me ninety years to write this cus perfectionist but we got there
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apparently i lost followers for speaking up, so i'm gonna say it again.
racists are not welcome on my blog. anyone discriminating other human beings for their race, gender, disability or sexuality is not welcome. anyone thinking they are superior to other humans are not welcome.
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I haven’t been posting I know. I’ve sort of been grieving the feeling of my art not having its own place in the world. Like I’ll put my entire soul into something and no one will want it.
Honestly I think I’ve been wrong about the whole thing and that I should just create for my own sake. A lot of people can’t appreciate quality till the artist is dead and gone anyway perhaps that’s just my fate 🤔
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Dear Minors who keep following and Interacting with Explicit stories, I want you to look at this:
Link: https://www.avvo.com/legal-answers/what-laws-apply-to-a-minor-writing-reading-explici-4921019.html
It is illegal for an individual to knowingly use interactive computer services to display obscenity in a manner that makes it available to a minor less than 18 years of age (See 47 U.S.C. § 223(d)). (As stated in a Tumblr post. Click the link to read it fully)
I have seen a lot of discourse, again, about minors being in NSFW spaces and even some adults defending minors and that's not okay. A friend and I have done some research and have collected the above materials to show minors (those who are under the age of 18) that it is illegal for a minor to write, read, or interact with any sort of NSFW work.
When you do so you are putting adults at risk because adults will have to answer for your actions. You are putting adults at risk of legal trouble. When an adult blocks you it is not because they are trying to be mean, it's because they are trying to protect themselves and in existence you from anything bad happening. Nobody wants to end up in jail over a fucking fictional story. It's not fair to adults that you're putting them at such risk because you want to read about your favorite characters having sex.
An author has a responsibility to tag their stories, put warnings on them, and at times disclaimers for the stories so that the reader can make an informed decision before reading. If a story is marked as explicit or the author says they do not want anyone under the age of 18 to read their content then don't read it.
Everyone is allowed to have boundaries. Smut authors are trying to create safe boundaries so they do not do anything that would get them into trouble. If a person - whether or not an they write smut expresses that they don't want children or teens to follow them then that needs to be respected.
It is not anyone responsibility to provide minors with blogs that are safe for them to consume. If a minor can find NSFW blogs then they can find blogs that are safe for them.
Parents - and I know there are parents on here - need to take it upon themselves to educate their children on internet safety and not going into spaces that are not for them. They need to be more proactive in knowing what their children are doing on the internet. There are too many unsafe places and unsafe people on the internet for children and teens to be on it without parent knowledge.
Minors: you need to think about what you're doing and how you're putting people in danger. It is not worth it just so you can read material that's meant for adults. Stop putting people at risk. Stop not listening. Stop following blogs that are under the age of 18. You are in the wrong, not the adults blocking you.
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Game 🔸
vaguely remember this was a request… or was it 🤔 either way 🥵 enjoy
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Opened the blinds to my room for the first time in forever, I’m very happy
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Could we get some more sevika x reader x silco headcanons pls <3 👁👁
Cooking with Silco and Sevika
Sfw and fluffy I don’t know what made me think of this
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.Sev is a great taste tester. She’ll sit on the stool and patiently wait as you steer the spoon to her mouth.
.very honest too
. “Have you ever heard of salt?”
. Makes a face of you make her taste test anything bitter
.Silco is a picky eater which doesn’t really come as a surprise but it can get to the point he’ll peek over your shoulder as you’re stirring and make yet another comment
. “Why don’t you just help me then?”
. Looks giddy as he prepares himself to help cook with you. I mean the man is full on smiling come on
. He has this cute apron with a black cat on it
. This is usually when he starts to tell you little stories he’ll be dicing the green onions and pickled radish and start to tell you about his childhood
. The heat of the oven makes him so soft
. Makes you wonder about how different life would be if he was one of those Piltover people above ground who got a chance to live their dreams
. What if he got to be a professional cook?
. Now you come off a bit sad as his story has gone on to talk about the way he got picked on for sucking on his thumb at the ripe age of 14
. He notices and chuckles and the silence that has settled over you
. “What has captured your mind pet?”
. You’re probably not gonna tell him what you were thinking about, shrug and get back to enjoying the now
. You can’t change what can never happen, but you can make the best of what you do have and that’s a nice kitchen
. The vent clanks and sputters out a bit of dust
. Okay a decent kitchen
. Someone’s having such a nice time cooking in the kitchen that he won’t tell you when the fumes are bothering his eye
. Perhaps you might need to watch him carefully. Steal the onion from him and trade it out with some celery
. Sevika’s the perfect person to have prepare meat. As soon as you hand her the little hammer she’s spinning it around in her hand smiling at the thing
. “Well don’t look so excited.”
. Sevika would make a good butcher with the way she relentlessly pounds any meat she can get a hold of 👀 and slices through anything that poses as a threat to success (sorry Finn)
. Your little cook nights seem to be a great stress reliever for her. Probably the best outlet for violence
. This occurrence might inspire her to explore her interest in knives more outside of the kitchen 👀‼️‼️
. You’ve watched her pluck up a small cube of raw meat and pop it in her mouth out of curiosity before
. Then she was over the can dry heaving and you were on the ground dying of laughter
. She’s never gonna do that again
. I have a feeling Silco really enjoys his fish. I mean he’ll eat all the parts including the eyeballs
. So when you go to the market get some of the freshest fish like species you can find. Silco makes you tip the vender for putting up with mischievous youth as well. He’s the king of the undercity of course he treats his people well
. No you may not taste test whatever he’s stirring in his pot he will absolutely get your fingers with the wooden spoon
.The two of them might take over and you’ll watch them flawlessly navigate the kitchen in comfortable silence
. They like yo make you try new things and when you make a face Silco will hold his hand out calmly as you spit the foreign food back into his hand
. Sevika will help you set up the table, she doesn’t mind. Her least favorite part is folding the napkins though so you’re gonna have to do it
. While you’ve all seated yourself and started eating Silco will go on and have a full on discussion about his day. This is usually the time you catch Sevika watching you eat and she starts to make faces. He ignores the two of you continuing on talking
. Jinx doesn’t like having dinner with you guys but sometimes Silco will make her come down too
. He’s very patient with her as he teaches her how to mince her vegetables and very understanding once she says she’s tired
. Sev won’t let her near the knives, cus one it’s Jinx she’s a walking threat and two Silco will have her ass on a stick if Jinx gets hurt on her watch
. If you don’t finish the food on your plate you get to feed the rest of it to the girls. If Jinx is there then she gets your leftovers, if she isn’t Sev is gonna force you to spear the rest of your asparagus into her mouth with your fork
. If Sev can’t make it to dinner for whatever reason and it’s just you and Silco he’ll make you sit at the seat right next to his rather than in the middle of the table (he and Sev sit at the heads of the table) and will fuss over you as he feeds you by hand.
. He’ll definitely end up over feeding you and then carry you to the bed to sleep and cuddle it off
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*distant screaming*
Sevika with her messy bangs? BEAUTIFUL✨
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Random arcane headcanons
Just for the fun of it. Something different to cleanse everyone’s palates 🍾
All of these take place before Vander’s death
. Zaunians are known as the night or the moon to the yin and yang relationship with Piltover. Many of Piltover’s people called the undercity citizens moon people because of their night life and lack of presence throughout the day
. People in Zaun typically don’t wear underwear (they don’t have last names so like why have underwear?) They still have hygiene practices but it’s just widely viewed as unnecessary and a bit prudish
.The matriarchy is alive and thriving
.One of the reason why abnormal hair colors are so common in Zaun is because of all of the chemicals being consumed and breathed in
.Piltover children exchange myths about the people of Zaun. A lot of people above ground don’t even believe Silco really exists since he’s treated like their own boogeyman
.There are significant amounts of undocumented species living in Zaun mostly because scientific professionals refuse to go down and spend time studying the creatures
.Citizens of Zaun are significantly more creative than citizens of Piltover
.Lack of heteronormativity is a major culture shock to Piltover citizens that visit Zaun
.There’s an unspoken agreement throughout Zaun that everyone is responsible for raising the youth. Now that doesn’t mean all the younglings get along but if you’re a common person minding your business and a child wanders into view it immediately becomes your responsibility to watch out for it.
.This one’s more of a theory but Piltover’s use of the Renaissance modernism will be used against it by Zaun to unify the cities
.Similiar to how Marie Antoinette romanticized being a peasant I think the younger people of Piltover are becoming more progressive in how they view and treat the people of Zaun although they still might romanticize the lifestyles since they don’t fully understand them. Unfortunately a lot of Piltover adults can’t properly educate them against this cus they’re so disapproving of Zaun there isn’t room for communication
Bonus:
Remember how Viktor first met Sky as a kid he was sitting beneath the waterfall, hurts realizing he dumped her ashes off one as he was saying goodbye.
#arcane fanfic#arcane x reader#arcane#arcane imagines#arcane silco#arcane headcanon#arcane imagine#silco league of legends
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Taking it easy this week being creative can be hard 🙃
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Part IV: Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone (NSFW)
Last part to the secretary miniseries I do think I’ll make a couple more mini fics but the official series is done<3
I hope you like it I put everything into it and wrote while I was sick so it reads a little longer than the rest.
I almost gave Silco a foot fetish for shits and giggles.
MINORS DNI 18+
Enjoy
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“OH MY FUCK!” You shriek throwing your raincoat at the distant form sitting in darkness. A glowing eye winking at you surrounded by pitch black.
Quickly reaching over and flicking on the light to your living room you come face to face with Silco who seems unbothered by your panicked state.
Somehow finding out it’s him in your house makes the whole situation 10x’s worse. You scream again.
“Stop screaming.” He gravely mutters, irritably tossing your coat back at you.
“How did you even get in here!”
He silently stares back at you with that clear ‘I’m literally the king of the undercity.’ look.
“Okay stupid question.” You notice his tie is loose. The first few buttons of his dress shirt sit undone. He looks like hell. Worse than hell. Like it chewed him up and spit him out.
Deep bags have settled under his eyes and it looks as if he’s gained a few grey hairs. Unfortunately none of this makes him look any less handsome, that bastard, but it does make you feel guilty.
instead of being asleep he’s been waiting for you to come home.
It tugs at your heart.
If you still worked for him he’d probably be at home, comfy in his bed in a set of nice silk pajamas maybe with the humidifier going.
“Why are you here, isn't it past your bedtime old man?”
He doesn’t take the bait, instead he completely ignores you.
Leans forward, hands clasped as he visibly prepares himself for what he’s going to say next, then looks up at you from where he’s sitting.
“I’m giving you back your position.”
“You’re what?”
“I’m rehiring you.”
Who just stole all of the air in your apartment?
“What about Carl-” “Carl will suffice I will not.”
“I don’t believe you.” A tenseness finds its way into your steps as you minimize the distance between the two of you making your way towards the couch.
“I don’t believe a thing you’re saying right now and I want you to leave.” You point towards your door but he doesn’t budge.
“And why is that?” He counters, tone laced with venom. How dare he pick a tone with you now.
“You break into my house telling me that all of a sudden I’m getting my position back and think I’m just going to be okay with it?”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes! Excuse you for walking in like you own the place-“ “I own the building,”
“-I busted my ass working for you! I gave my all and some, and what do I get for carefully pressing all of the collars of your shirts while you sign off another deal that I’ll have to do all the major paperwork on? FIRED. I get fucking fired.”
Silco rolls his eyes and sighs out, “Y/n,”
“Fired Silco. I slave away for you just so that you can go and lay me off cus picking on me, kicking me while Im already down isnt enough for you. You have to steal every lick of joy I get to experience and wring it out of me like I’m a towel.”
“Y/n,”
“I’m not done. I can't believe you. I put so much of myself into my work. I don’t do it for recognition but dammit it would be nice if you at least acknowledged it. I could pull the moon from the fucking sky for you and that wouldn’t be enough would it?”
“Y/n I think-“
“PLEASE STOP INTERRUPTING ME.”
He gives a curt nod leaning back into your couch cushions.
“I have been your work wife, your business partner, and your friend. I have searched the highest mountains for fucking shaving cream for you. I have had Sevika beat men to the pulp for me just so I can get you hair gel. I’ve spent the last of my paycheck on your stupid cigars just so that you can calm down. And you repay all of that by letting me go. Why would I want to come back to you?”
His expression has softened upon hearing your list of complaints against his mistreatment. His foot taps slowly while his fingers are busy fidgeting. You’ve never seen him squirm so much before.
“So you noticed?” He breathes out.
“Noticed what?” You counter crossing your arms over your chest.
He sighs standing to his feet and slowly starts to make his way towards you. His mouth holds a frown threatening to spill into a smile. A familiar smugness tugging at his expression.
“You are one of the most brilliant minds I’ve ever had work for me. I appreciate your eye for detail, and it does bring me a sort of assurance knowing that a capable individual is handling the data and blueprints of shimmer shipments.”
You can’t even tell if he’s being sincere or if he’s making a fool of you again. You shift so that you’re leaning on your left leg. You’re still trying to hold onto your irritated facade but you can’t help that he’s piqued your interest.
Silco’s never complimented you to your face before. What’s gotten into this man?
“Why did you fire me?”
Still walking closer to you, hands clasped behind his back, he tilts his head at your question. Considers it for a second before he’s towering over you.
“Because I could.” Figures. “And because I started to fear for your safety. With the vigilante situation in hand I thought you wouldn't be capable of handling yourself.”
You quirk an eyebrow at his confession. So all along this has been about “protecting” you. You don’t believe him.
Perhaps it shows on your face because his expression falters slightly.
“Though I admit I hadn’t been expecting you to stand up to me. I guess my judgment on how well you can handle yourself is…flawed.”
He runs a hand through his hair.
“What I’m trying to say is that…I would like to have you come back.” “You would like?” He slowly nods.
So he admits he needs you. Or your service.
Nervously glancing at the door you realize that it’s a little too late to just book it. Should’ve done that when the light was still off. It would have made more sense actually.
If anyone seriously dangerous was in here you would have gotten murdered.
“So do you want tea?” You offer trying your best to make this interaction feel normal, less tense especially after blowing up on him.
It’s hard to do that when the man that fired you is pretty much begging you to come back and work for him.
Silco’s watching your every move like a fucking hawk.
You patiently wait for a response and when he doesn’t say anything you nervously glance at the door again. Maybe you should’ve just ran away.
“So I’ll take that as a no?” As if a spell has been broken he blinks himself free and clears his throat bashfully nodding.
Something about Silco looking nervous surrounded by the interior of your home makes your stomach jump.
“Chamomile if you’d be so kind.”
You make your way to the kitchen, putting a kettle on the stove and watch from the kitchen as he seats himself.
Once the tea is done you make your way into the living room. He’s leaned back into the cushions, head tossed back, eyes closed, arms spread across the back of the couch, man spreading.
He looks like the perfect seat.
“I think I need time to consider your offer.” You utter sitting yourself on the opposite end of the couch offering him his cup.
He raises his head at your confession. “I take it you’ve got something better waiting for you.”
“I can’t just leave Carl. He’ll be lonely. Did you know your bartenders get lonely? And he’ll be exhausted handling all of that by himself. Plus I already started implementing a complex unit of sorting and arranging the glassware that he hasn’t grasped yet-“
He gently takes the cup from you. “I’m giving him a three thousand dollar bonus for putting up with you, I’m sure he will find a way to manage.”
“Putting up with me? Carl loves having me around.”
“He’s been working at the last drop longer than you’ve been working for me. And his name isn’t Carl. It’s James.”
He’s got you there. But do you really want to go back to silent mornings in Silco’s office and having your buttons pushed the next minute? Are you willing to surrender your peace for the sake of his success?
The longer you consider it the more nervous he seems.
“So you need me?” “Yes Y/n, I need you.”
“I’ll come back on one condition.” “Name your price.” “A new desk. Maybe my own office thought that might be pushing it.”
He chuckles at you. A rough noise that scratches its way up his throat.
“I’m serious Silco, I'm never doing paperwork at that tiny piece of trash ever again. Get me a desk or I’m walking.” “Okay.”
He isn’t going to fight you? What happened to the man that would give you hell over completing the simplest task?
“That’s it?”
“You made it clear what you want and since I need your help I’m in no place to negotiate.”
Seeming satisfied with himself he places the chipped china on top of your coffee table and raises to his feet.
With one final look at you he bids you adew walking out your front door leaving your mind a fuzzy buzzing mess.
When you’re sure he’s gone you collapse back into your couch and throw an arm over your face.
“Asshole.”
It’s 9:00 am and you bought a very special back to work gift for yourself to celebrate your achievement of return. A latex pencil skirt. risqué enough to make all the citizens of Piltover faint on the spot.
When you walk in you don’t come empty handed. In fact you bring an entire basket full of cleaning supplies, desk materials, and a couple of decorative pieces.
And the first thing you do is kick Silco out.
“Get out.” “Excuse me?”
“If I’m coming back to work for you there’s gonna need to be some changes made around here. But first you need to leave.”
He stares at you over his spectacles unmoving before suddenly standing and leaving.
As soon as the man is gone you start redecorating.
You get Sevika to rip the ugly curtains from up high for you, and she helps you move Silco’s desk back so that there’s more walk room. It also helps make the space look less awkward.
You replace the lightbulb in the lamp you had thrown at Silco with a nice purple bulb, and wipe down his desk with lemon scented cleaner. Something you know he’ll appreciate.
You color code the folders in the filing cabinet, clean out the paper shredder, unjam the printer, refill the stapler, wipe the window clean, rinse his ashtray, vacuum the welcome rug, and let Sevika carry out your old desk for you.
As it’s passing out the doorway you blow it a kiss. One you hope comforts it as it burns in the deepest depth of hell.
Finally for good measure you drop off a tiny cactus on his desk.
You slink around the office in your new blouse and latex skirt coupled with a pair of classic pumps (that you quickly abandon) and alternate between filing papers and creating a new financial distribution plan to better pinpoint whose pay needs to be cut the next time a vigilante attack takes place.
When the man of the hour returns you silently take in his reaction not missing the way the side of his mouth momentarily quirks up at the sight of the little cactus on his desk.
Or the way that quirk falls at the sight of your skirt. Quickly replaced with a scowl.
If anything you’d thought he’d like it. It was one hell of an investment.
“You have a meeting at 11:00 am with your council of investors so I have all of your data collections on your desk. I went ahead and purchased Sevika’s next shimmer pick up. Here’s your iced, Ristretto, 10 shot, venti, with breve, 5 pump vanilla, 7 pump caramel, 4 Splenda, poured, not shaken. Do you want your shot now or later?”
You twirl the injection in your hand waiting for his response but he stands there looking at you shocked.
He begrudgingly takes the drink from you.
“Where are your shoes?” He mutters glancing down at your feet.
You ball them up under his gaze.
“Nowhere that concerns you.”
He stares at you with this unreadable look. It makes you crinkle your face into a similar posture.
When Sevika enters her eyes immediately go to you. “Why isn’t she wearing shoes?”
“I don’t know.”
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Although you have had some complaints about Silco’s insistence on working you to the bone you still find yourself in the office all the way till 10:00.
Still working, but mostly enjoying the feeling of your highlighter gliding smoothly across your paper while seated at your new powder blue desk.
In your new personal office.
Silco left a while ago and didn’t say if he was coming back, which means that you get to enjoy your new work space.
You don’t understand why he insisted on helping you break in your new office by working on your new couch the entire time but now that he’s gone you've got time to really celebrate.
No grumpy man to ruin your vibe, no one to knock over your nice neat piles of completed work, or criticize you filling out four sheets at one time.
Nope.
Just the nice soft music you put on, the bottle of wine Sevika and Jinx chipped in to get you sitting on your desk, and the night sky twinkling through the large glass window across the room.
Victory has never felt so sweet.
Glancing about the room you take in all the details from the wall paint to the tiny scribble doodle in the corner no doubt left there by jinx. Then you pull open your drawer and stare down at your lovely super gadget whose stuck by you through all of this mess.
A true A1.
And of course that’s when Silco comes walsing in clicking on the light startling at the sight of you. You give an amused scoff plopping down another completed piece off to the side while slamming the drawer shut.
“Didn’t expect me to be here?”
“No.”
He sits himself on the couch across the room from you, clasps his hands, and stares at you.
“Did you come all the way here to watch me work?”
“I came here to figure out who was still in my office-“
“You mean my office.” You correct him reaching across your desk for the bottle of relief.
He cocks his head at your comment and you sigh, reaching for the knife tucked into your stocking.
You animalistically pop the cork from the bottle with your dagger and it seems to catch him off guard.
He has no clue where you got it from and the longer he sits here the more he realizes he doesn’t know about you.
His nonchalant secretary has had a dagger on her person this entire time. Maybe she isn’t as naive as he originally believed you to be.
You pour yourself a heavy glass of wine.
“Should you be drinking at work?” His voice is laced with a teasing tone but you can still hear the slight concern.
What does he care?
“Technically I don’t work here. Remember?”
He ignores your jab. “Why didn’t you just go home?”
“Thought it would do me some good to finish up with the shimmer shipment documents. It’s not like I have much else to do.” “As much as I appreciate your efforts, you need a hobby.”
You shrug at his comment standing and making your way over to the couch.
You seat yourself on the opposite end so that there’s plenty of space between the two of you, and with your heavy glass in hand you stare into the side of his head.
Memorize the curves and scars of the side of his face. Admire how long his eyelashes really are.
He ignores you of course. It seems it’s the only way he knows how to deal with you.
Pretend you aren’t there.
He stares off to the side at something far far away letting the fingers on his hand curl and uncurl around the air. Clenching and releasing at nothing. Then finally looks at you and smiles softly.
It makes your tummy flutter.
“What?” “Are you always this quiet?” He questions. You shrug for maybe the millionth time tonight.
“You know as much as I hate to admit it I’m going to miss working with you in my presence.” He quietly mumbles. But you can still hear him.
“I never thought I’d see the day to hear you say anything close to such a thing.”
The comment makes him smile to the point you can see the edges of his teeth.
“I’ve always liked your teeth.” You mindlessly mutter. “I’m sorry?” You scoot closer to him so not much room separates the two of you.
Leaning forward you push your thumb against his bottom lip prying his jaw down so that you can see his bottom row of teeth. They’re so pretty.
Pearly and clean.
He seems unbothered with you looking (Jinx has done significantly worse) that is until you use your thumb and pointer to pry his lips from his gums even further examining his teeth.
This man has never had a cavity in his life, where is he getting his dental care from?
He gently pulls your hand from his mouth. “I think you should go to bed.” He suggests.
“I’m not tired. If anything I’m frustrated.” The wine in your system has made your cheeks color. Maybe. It could be the wine.
“You’ve had too much to drink.” “This is only my first glass.”
He eyes the half full cup. “Exactly.”
He reaches over plucking the glass from your hand and ignoring your “hey!” takes a sip.
You scoot back to the opposite end of the couch and pull a bar of dark chocolate from between the couch cushions.
One you hid as soon as you found out that this was your new office, and this was your new couch.
Glancing up you find Silco is quizzically staring at the chocolate no doubt wondering where you got it from.
One way or another you’re going to enjoy your new office whether he likes it or not.
A smooth silence resettles over the two of you. Silco sipping on your wine and you slowly eating your chocolate, reveling in the feeling of victory.
Until a chill runs through the air.
You prop your feet onto his lap at an attempt at gaining body heat not thinking much of the action mostly cus you’re too caught up in eating your chocolate like you’re in one of those shaving commercials.
And he seems fine with it, relatively unbothered until a thought crosses your mind and you start to rub the heel of your foot deep into his thigh.
“Well this isn’t very lady like.” A deep rouge has started to climb his neck.
His eyes cautiously lilt over the expanse of your stockinged leg. You pop a spot of chocolate into your mouth and moan in delight. “I beg to differ.”
“I must go-“ “Don’t you think I should get to enjoy myself? I mean you DID fire me,” “with good judgment.” “With silly judgement. I’m a grown woman, Silco.”
You push one of your feet into the side of one of his thighs reveling in the way he seems to shiver at the contact.
You’re nowhere near where you want to be and he already seems to be a mess.
In his own feverish act of retaliation he carefully rips your stocking, slipping his fingers through the tear to grab and massage at your calf. He extends your leg towards him and while maintaining eye contact places a chaste kiss against the sole of your foot.
“You feeling hot?” You sigh. He hums in reply.
“For someone who’s such a little shit I should let you suffer.” With the way you’re looking at him now, like you could eat him, the both of you know that you wouldn’t let him suffer such a fate.
He mindlessly stares at you waiting for something, anything.
“Well are you gonna touch me or what?” You grumble, popping another jagged piece of chocolate in your mouth.
“Always so upset with me.” He mutters placing another kiss at your ankle. “Tell me what I’ve done” another kiss a little higher. “And how I can make it better.”
“You want me to tell you how you can make it better?” You climb on top of him and start to slowly stroke his cheek with your thumb. You watch the way his eyelids flutter closed because of your touch.
You watch the way his lips part and his chest rises with a sharp intake of air.
So touch starved.
Then suddenly you grab a hand full of hair and tug. “I want you to respect me.” You whisper taking his ear between your teeth and moaning at the way he tries to buck you off.
“So sensitive.”
Your grip on his scalp tightens pulling a breathy groan from his chest. “I’m tired of working till the ass crack of dawn Silco.” “And I’ll stop making you.”
“I want free time. You know time to do things other than work?”
You can feel him poking up into you. Humoring yourself you grind down onto him taking his face in your hand.
“Why do you treat me the way you do?” You grumble. He hisses at the way you rub against him. His hands squeezing into your hips desperate for more.
More always more. Always greedy and selfish and impatient.
“Because you’re so pretty when you want to stab me.”
You giggle at his response and his cheeks light aflame at the sound.
“Stop being such a tease pet.” His breath is cool against your ear, left hand steadying you against his lap as his right tugs on the pencil skirt he seems to oh so despise.
Silco smells like the wood of his desk, aftershave, and a deep bitter cologne that invades your senses with no warning.
He sinks his teeth into your neck and a shiver runs up your back. He chuckles against your skin.
“What’s the magic word?” You mutter swallowed by lust.
When he doesn’t respond your eyes flutter open as you pull back to look at him. Blush climbing his neck pupils blown with lust. He’s staring right back at you.
You know he’s being stubborn. The chances of you ever getting him to beg for you are slim, but anything is impossible if you don’t try.
“Don’t get bashful on me now. All you have to say is ‘Miss Y/n may I please have your cunny?’ and i'll give it to you.”
He doesn’t respond, still tight-lipped staring unblinkingly at you. A few strands of his hair have stuck to his forehead. You run your freshly manicured nails through his usually tame hair.
Your hand shimmies down between your bodies and you grab him. He gasps.
“Speak.” “Miss Y/n.” He purrs articulating all the consonants in your name.
“May I please have…your cunt?” His hand’s snaked its way under your pushed up skirt. He’s rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger looking at you with so much want, so much desire.
“Yes you may.” You breathily reply.
Pushing the fabric away from your core he slowly pushes his lanky digits inside of you scissoring his fingers moaning at the way your walls hug him and momentarily clinch at the sensation.
He pulls his fingers from your heat and holds them up to your lips looking at you expectantly. When you take them into your mouth he moans in satisfaction.
That is until you bite him.
You bite the tip of his finger so hard you draw blood. Silco groans at the sight of it pulling his finger into his own mouth to taste the red.
Overwhelmed with the desire to taste him you lean forward into his lips and sigh at the feeling of his cool lips slowly moving against yours. The wine on his tongue potent and contrasting with the copper.
“In.” He mumbles against your lips. “Okay-“ “Now.” “Silco one m-“ “please.”
You pull away to look at him. Your lipstick is smudged all across his mouth. He looks so ruined, so pretty and ruined.
He lets you undo the zipper of his pants and doesn’t even try to hide his smirk at the sight of your reaction.
The man is…long. Maybe 6 or 7 inches eyeballing it.
How the hell does that even fit it in his pants?
You line him up with your entrance and while you still have the courage, stuff him inside before fully sitting. A delicious moan tears from his chest chased with a whimper.
You guide his hands to the buttons of your top as you bounce against him and he impatiently pops them from the fabric before your breasts plop free and he’s basically groping you.
“Oh my.” He coarsely whispers, stroking your breast before leaning in so that his lips connect with your skin.
You sigh at the contact.
Silco’s lips trail across your chest momentarily nipping at the hardened buds. Looking up at you his hot tongue finds placement on one of your nipples. Designated hand tweaking the other all while watching the way you emote.
His eyes feel like fire, burning through you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for him to touch you like this. More ideally somewhere else and not on an office couch but you’re taking what you can get.
He loops his fingers into the waist of your hiked up skirt whimpering as he fucks up into you planting his feet for better leverage.
At some point he angles his hips upwards and accidentally brushed against that spot that has you falling forward digging your nails into his shoulders.
Once he’s found it he abuses it. Short calculated thrusts as his thumb finds its way back to remorselessly abusing your aching clit.
“Silco,” you whimper into his shoulder, feeling the way his chest vibrates with every chuckle at the sound of you.
However as soon as you clench around him his movements begin to stutter.
You take the moment to tease him pulling back to get a good look at the wrecked man.
“I’ve never seen you so speechless before. Cat got your tongue?”
Silco only moans in response, thrusting up to make contact with your hips.
He’s shivering. Legs quaking each and every time you slam back down, gripping onto your thighs and breathily moaning into the air.
“Y/n please.” “Please what?”
“Let me cum.” He sighs into the night air. His voice trembles.
Taking pity on him you readjust yourself so that you’re squatting and start to bounce faster against him.
“Anything for you pretty boy.”
His legs continue to shake the closer he gets to the edge, fingers grasping your thighs as he chases after his own high.
He swears as he pulls out of you spilling against his own stomach. His hands travel up to your sides and massage.
“You didn’t finish.” “No it’s okay-“ “Y/n” he all but growls your name. “Let me help you cum.”
“Fine.”
Climbing off of him you walk over behind your desk and pull your special gadget from the drawer and watch the way the color rushes back to his face as you place it in his hand.
At this rate you might break the poor man.
He turns it over carefully examining the buttons and such before pulling you down on his lap and gently pushing the vibrator inside of you while positioning the ribbed outer part directly against your clit.
Without another thought he clicks it on the highest level, clamping his hand down against your waist to stop you from squirming away.
“S-s-Silco!” “Mhmmm?”
As if he hasn’t done enough, he has the audacity to turn on the heated setting as well. Something you didn’t even know the thing could do.
He’s trying to kill you.
“S-silco!” “Yes pet.” “Too much.”
You shiver in his lap before it seems the ceiling is crashing down onto you. For a moment or so everything goes quiet and then you find yourself collapsed against Silco’s chest heaving in greedy gasps of air.
“This couch was a great investment.” Silco mumbles into your hair.
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he’s not “just some guy” he’s my girlfriend. don’t touch him.
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Let me just say I haven’t forgotten about you guys I swear I’m working on the fourth part but I’ve been sick so it’s made finishing a lot harder.
It’ll be done by tomorrow I promise I never meant for the next part to take this long. <3
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