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sikane · 6 months ago

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shameless smut of my arcane ocs

tags: public sex, voyuerism, brothel?, unrequited feelings, pining, idk if i covered everything but there’s nothing bad

a/n: (i wrote this on google docs so if it’s formatted weirdly that’s why) for context, simon is an enforcer who met kane in the undercity perchance (you cant just say perchance??) and they’re whole enemies to lovers very slow burn type beat. simon fell way before kane did. i might post more of these two at some point and explain some more lore ! but enjoy!

Simon has had enough. He can’t take it anymore. Every Friday and Saturday night, Kane has to leave at 9 o’clock sharp to go do his work at the brothel. And he leaves Simon alone to stew in his apartment all alone, to think about all the men and women who get to put their hands all over Kane, talk to him, kiss him, please him, fuck him. He was sick of it.

This time when they part ways, he sticks around, trailing after Kane at a good distance. He hangs around outside the building as he watches Kane go inside, smoking a cigarette or two before he decides to go in. He was dressed in normal clothes tonight instead of his uniform, so he blended in a bit better. Not that he cared if anyone but Kane noticed him.

He goes in, and a woman immediately finds him. Great. He easily smooth-talks her, paying the fee and nothing more than that. He wasn’t here for the woman. He was here for Kane. Walking through the hall, he glances around into all the rooms, pretending he was looking for an empty one. Then he hears Kane’s voice off to his right, a low, hushed seductive whisper.

Immediately, he b-lines it for the room right beside that one, settling down on the couch with the woman, who he found was named Sasha. She was a beautiful darker skinned woman, one he wouldn’t mind at all to get down with, but needed to focus on the task at hand. Simon spends some time talking to her, easily flirting with an arm around her waist, half pulled into his lap.

She seemed to know who he was, as did a lot of people in the undercity from how he hung around so often. So that’s why she had picked him out so quickly.

With an arm around her waist, he teases at the open back of her shirt, running his fingers along her spine. He coaxes her to her knees, opting for a blowjob, as it would be the quietest option, leaving his ears open for Kane. Speaking of, every time he heard Kane speak through the thin walls, every quiet noise—which were turning into moans as it sounded like his customer was starting to touch him—made Simon’s cock twitch in his pants.

He was about on par with the pair next door, as he leans back, one arm over the back of the couch as he lets the woman work his pants open. He pays her no mind, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, a low sigh leaving him as his erection was released into the cool air of the room.

Hearing the noise the woman makes in reaction to seeing him makes him chuckle, and he looks down at her, “Think you can handle it?” He teases, moving his hips up a bit into her hand.

Next door, Kane goes silent and snaps his head towards the wall to his left. That sounded way too familiar. He quickly shakes his head. No way was Simon of all people in the damn brothel. That was a joke.

The woman smiles charmingly up at Simon, teasing her tongue underneath his head, along the piercings, “It’s my job, honey.” She purrs, taking him into her mouth. Simon sighs, leaning his head back once again.

He once again pays no attention to the woman on her knees with his cock in her mouth, focused on listening to Kane next door. Thankfully the man he was with was quiet, and Kane was putting on a show. He was sure even if he had picked a room a couple more down he’d still hear him. Ever the attention seeker.

With every moan, every mumbled whiny noise from Kane, Simon’s cock twitches, spilling more precum onto her tongue. The woman on her knees begins to put two and two together, giving him a puzzled look, but he wasn’t even paying attention.

Simon cums before Kane even does, a low, quiet groan in his throat, the first noise he’d made all night. Usually, he was vocal, but he wouldn’t dare make any noise to deafen Kane’s moans in his ears.

When the woman pulls off his dick, Simon leans back, catching his breath, his length now softening in his lap. As she stands, she leans down to him, “They’re right about calling you his dog…” She says with a grin, seemingly not even mad she was just used for… whatever this was.

Shock wasn’t an expression often seen on Simon’s cool and collected face, but it was there now. He catches the woman’s wrist, “Sweetheart-“ He mumbles, reaching into his pocket for a couple bills and handing them to her, “Thanks.” He says as he drops her hand, leaning back into the couch with a sigh, groaning and running his hands down his face. And just then, he hears a similar noise next door as Kane cums, causing Simon to cover his mouth and squeeze himself in his pants.

Simon quickly makes his way out of the place whenever he comes to his senses, but he still sticks around outside, smoking a few more cigarettes as he… waits? Why the hell was he waiting for Kane? What was he waiting for, he had no idea. Just as he was debating leaving, he sees the man of the hour come out, hanging onto someone who shared an uncanny similarity to Simon.

To his surprise, the pair stumble into the alley, hands all over one another. Simon was standing in the dark, so he wasn’t recognizable as they walked by, not that Kane was paying attention anyway. Simon stays in his spot around the corner, hearing the clink of a belt, a zipper, and knees hitting the ground.

Thumping his own head back against the brick wall, he groans softly, hand finding his crotch as he palms at the erection that had never fully gone away. The two were only a few feet into the alley, just at the edge of the shadows, so Simon could hear very well.

He heard mumbles of ‘so big’ and ‘such a pretty mouth’ one to which he rolls his eyes, the other gritting his teeth. He wasn’t planning on getting off again, until he heard the noises, ones of Kane expertly choking on that stranger’s dick.

It made him extremely jealous, possessive. That should be him. But it also made his cock throb. He undoes his own belt, pulling himself out with a low hiss, stroking himself from base to head, hips jerking forward. It was as if he hadn’t just cum a couple hours ago.

He hears Kane pull away, gasping for air for only a couple of seconds, followed by more wet sounds as he goes right back down. Simon leans his head back, cigarette in the corner of his mouth hanging forgotten. He grunts softly when the ember falls down on his arm, burning him slightly, more out of surprise than pain. He quickly puts out the half smoked cigarette, flicking it onto the ground to focus fully on his dick.

Once again, it doesn’t take him long to cum. God, Kane had him like a fucking horny teenager. He strokes himself like he was desperate. And he was, there was no lying about it. He was a leaking mess, the precum letting his hand glide easily over his skin. When he finishes, he accidentally groans a little too loud, and by the shuffled sounds, it seems to spook the pair in the alley, but he doesn’t give a shit. He half hoped Kane would come around and see him. And he was never one to miss out on some exhibition.

Tucking himself away for the second time that night, he kicks some dirt over the mess of cum he’d made on the ground, leans down to pick up his cigarette and starts his walk back home. But not without walking past the alley to see Kane standing up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, sporting a satisfied smile on his face.

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“That was you?!” Kane exclaims after Simon had admitted the story to him. It was almost a year later, the two having been together for a few months at this point.

Simon laughs, “It was. And I don’t regret it one bit.” He looks at his boyfriend with a grin. Kane was laying in his lap, chin resting on his chest as he looks up at him. He could feel Simon’s boner poking his stomach through his pajama pants, but he paid it no mind. Not yet, at least.

“You’re fucking crazy, Si.” He sighs, burying his face into Simon’s chest as he gets flustered. The enforcer laughs, running his fingers through Kane’s hair, “All your fault.”

Kane looks back up at him, pinching his nipple and making the larger man under him jump a bit, “I fuckin thought it was you. I thought about it for weeks. But I thought there was no way you would’ve done that. And you did? Jesus Christ.” He huffs a laugh, “And the alley too?” He raises his brows at him.

“Yeah. And from what I remember… That guy looked an awful lot like me.” He grins down at Kane, watching the man’s face go bright red. He sputters, throwing a hand up in the air, “I don’t even remember what he looked like-“ He lies, and Simon of course, sees right through it.

“Yeah… Alright, babe.” He says, kissing his forehead, “That girl did pretty good though.” He jokes, just to mess with Kane, who scoffs and rolls his eyes, “She did pretty good at figuring out your creepy ass. ‘Right about calling you my dog’ my ass…” He mumbles, unable to hide the blush on his cheeks.

“I always liked that nickname.” Simon replies with a grin, “Apparently it’s very fitting.” He says with that almost proud grin. It makes Kane want to puke. In a good way.

“You’re nothing but a filthy dog.” He sighs, burying his face into his chest.

“Your filthy dog.” Simon corrects.

#arcane #arcane oc #arcane original character #my ocs #oc #ocs #original character #smut #sikane #making that a tag because its their ship name. also my username but its fine.#simon grant #kane #tagging their names too for sorting if this even goes anywhere

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amidalorian · 1 day ago

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now some oc writers are using the “x reader” tag and giving the excuse that “it’s just a different perspective.” it doesn’t matter if you use that tag IF YOU’RE NOT INCLUDING THE READER! YOU have your own tag, leave us alone.

the “x reader” tag exists so that readers of any background, appearance, or identity can immerse themselves in a story and feel included as the main character.

when you write a story centered around your own original character, with a defined name, personality, and often a specific appearance, you’re no longer inviting the reader to step into that role, you’re writing about your character, not the reader. that’s completely fine! writing oc content is valid and has its own space.

but misusing the “x reader” tag to gain visibility or clicks is misleading. it sets the wrong expectations and excludes readers who were looking for stories where they could truly see themselves in the narrative. if your story focuses on your oc, label it honestly.

use the “oc x canon” tag or “original character” there’s no shame in that. but please stop co-opting a space that’s meant to be inclusive and flexible for all readers, especially those who are often underrepresented in fiction. the “x reader” tag is not a blank slate for oc projection.

it’s meant to include everyone, not just your creative vision.

respect your audience. tag responsibly.

NOTE: writing in another point of view like “SHE/HE went to the market” instead of “YOU went to the market” does not count as “x reader.”

(not 100% but most of the time) don’t try to be clever or sneaky about it.

NOTE 2: by the way, regarding the second image, it’s great to see more asian, black, and mixed oc’s! but even so, that still doesn’t make it a reader insert, let alone fit the tag. the reader needs to be the main character.

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