#silco x male reader

[gaypirate420]

And if you die, I wanna die with you. // Silco

Silco x male!reader

Prompt: “Get. Up,” Villain said. “You’ve suffered bigger wounds. And if you don’t get up, I’ll destroy anything that’s left of this world.” Villain took a breath. “Please,” they said. “Please get up. Please don’t die on me.”

With the smoke and fading flames Silco thought of how much of an idiot he had been.

Blinded by his ideals and anger years ago, he let you go. The only one who willingly stayed by his side and loved, cared and would take a bullet for him.

Silco pushed you away.

His people where hostile towards you and he never stop them. Every encounter with him ended in screams.

And now, his karma.

In the little part of the Lanes that you still ruled over. Your house was attacked by enforcers and in typical Zaun fashion, no one helped you, not even your own.

Silco looked at your damaged body, exhausted of defending what was left of your home and dignity.

He walked towards you.

Your eyes looked at him, everything sounded muffled, your vision blurry but you could recognize him in the darkest of alleys.

Your tired body tried to stand up, but everything hurts. The blood loss was starting to kick in. You groaned and fell into the ground again.

You see his boots infront of you.

"Get. Up." Silco spat, you meet eyes with him.

Why is he here? To humiliate you on your last breath?

To remind you of what could have been?

Another pathetic attempt. You fell, the whimpers stopped, giving up and let go was the only thing in your mind.

“You’ve suffered bigger wounds. And if you don’t get up, I’ll destroy anything that’s left of this world.” He spoke bitter, he took a breath, he could feel the knot forming on his throat.

"Please." Silco kneeled down. Feeling his hand on your waist, he moved you. Your eyes meet the contaminated sky of Zaun.

His gloved hand stroke your cheek.

"Please get up. Please don't die on me." He whispered, you could only look at him.

You coughed and gasped for air.

"Silco." You called before coughing again.

"Fuck off." You said between coughs, The Drug Lord shakes his head.

"I know you hate me, but I'm deeply sorry for everything I've done to you. Please don't give up. Please. I cannot live without you, my love." Silco spoke with sincerity, from the bottom of his hearth.

One last try. You tried to get up.

Silco grabbed your arm and putting over his shoulder, you groaned but at least your on your feet again.

You meet eyes with him.

"I don't—hate you, Silco. I know I should— but I can't." You mumbled and started walking, every step hurts.

"I still love you, y'know? I don't think I ever stopped." You spoke softly with a following melancholic sigh.

"Neither did I." He whispered, you loose your balance but Silco is quick to catch you.

"I don't want to die, Silco." You whispered a tear rolling down your cheek.

"You're going to be alright, my dear." He whispered and carefully carried you bridal style, lifting you easily.

"For a stick bug, you're quite strong huh?" You said with a smirk , Silco let's out a soft chuckle, his eyes fall onto yours and he offers a small smile which you return before closing your eyes.

You'll be fine.

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A/N: A Silco fic??? On Gaypirate's blog??? In 2023????

[linesfromzaun]

Palms (Silco x Gen!Reader)

Rating: G

Tags: fluff, INNOCENT HAND COMPARING (u nasties 😤), cuddling, Smoking Silco, playing with Silco’s hands :’0)

A/N: I overworked myself today at work and needed some Silco fluff. Shout out to @purpurniymstitel for her post here, I haven’t stopped thinking about this because I need him spiritually, carnally, and physically, I am depraved 😔💔

“Darling, I’ve noticed something quite interesting,” Silco exhales the cigar smoke as he talks. You both are relaxing on the red sofa in his office, he sits upright, slightly reclined. You’re draped across his lap, looking up into the decorated rafters.

“And what’s that, hm?” You give an amused smile to match the tone of your voice. Silco holds his free hand up, fingers pointing to the ceiling.

“Place your hand against mine.” You feel a schoolgirl blush creep across your cheeks. You’ve known Silco for a while now, yet you’ve only recently become an item. You place your palm against his, and he lines his fingers up with yours. “I’ve noticed your hands are alarmingly small.”

“Alarmingly? What, like a bad thing?” You giggle as he playfully rolls his eyes.

“Not a bad thing, however I think it would be rather difficult to live with such small hands. How do you wield a dagger?” You huff in feigned annoyance and lace your fingers around his.

“Same as you, have you ever thought about the fact that you might just have really large hands? Your hands are double the size of mine.” You pull the hand that hold yours closer, and begin moving around his fingers lightly.

“Perhaps you just have very tiny hands. It seems to me my hands would be normal size for a man my height.” You give a sarcastic “mhm” and his laughter rumbles in his chest. You continue playing with his hand. Seeing how far they naturally spread out, placing his fingers in different positions. You try to sneak what it would look like if Silco gave the bird and his fingers stiffen. “Are you seriously trying to get me to flip someone off?”

“Just yourself.” You laugh at his blank expression and kiss his knuckles. He holds your fingers in the palm of his hand, swiping his thumb across the little knuckles. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” His thumb caresses your skin once more. His lips lifting into a gentle smile.

“I should buy you a ring, your hands are very adorable.” Oh, he made you melt. He always had the sweetest things to say about you in the safety of privacy. “I’m thinking gold, a little blue or red gem. Simple, but with a statement.”

“Already trying to claim me as yours, I see.” Silco chuckles and his lips press against the skin of your fingers.

“Can’t have anyone getting ideas about you, now can I?” You laugh as he snubs out his cigar in the ash tray, and his now freed arm pulls you into him.

“I suppose not, oh how you woo me, Eye of Zaun.” A kiss on your lips has you humming, the taste of spiced tobacco has you dizzy in love.

“It’s a natural talent, something I pride myself in. Especially since I have you to call mine.” You’re pulled to rest against his chest, and he joins you in lying down on the couch. You both sigh as he pulls the blanket over you both. His hand previously holding yours cards in your hair, the other rubs soothingly along your back.

“I wish we could stay like this forever, just block out the world. Have it just be us and Jinx.” A chaste kiss is pressed to your temple and his nose rests against your skin, feeling his breath breeze against you.

“Me too, my dove, me too.”

[findmeinthelake]

Golden Mirror

Silco X Reader fic <3 (gender neutral)

Rating: G

TW: Injury/slight gore Contains mostly fluff/tension <3

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. 

It was supposed to be safe.

It was supposed to be secure.

But no.

Of course it went like this.

No one like you is allowed nice things.

Not for a minute.

You screamed, clawing at the mercenary that was sent to kill you.

It’s okay. This was expected. That’s what he said.

You knew the risks.

The cold blade slashed at your face, cutting deep and cutting fast. It burned, tingling as whatever substance was on the knife sunk into your skin. 

You thought you screamed before, but this was a new type of pain. A searing sensation that ran across your cheek, using your veins to spread the awful concoction across your body.

And the screams grew louder.

Were they yours? Or were they from the mercenary? 

A buzzing sound clouded your head, black filling your eyes as the blue dots danced around. 

Is dying supposed to hurt? Or is it oddly comforting like he says?

This was more confusing than comforting.

Everything begins to spin, around and around, jumbling your brain. The screams fade into shouts, and the searing pain is masked with a strange soreness.

Your hands hurt.

— — ( • ) — — 

“Wake up.”

You groggily opened your eyes, the green hue of the room too bright. It was weird. How did you get here?

He walks over. 

What’s his name?

Silco. How could you forget?

“You took a nasty beating.” He murmurs, waving the doctor, whom you barely remember, out of the room. “Hit your pretty little head.” He smirked.

You groaned, rubbing at your temple. 

“I thought I was-”

“Dead?” He hummed, looking over his shoulder at you. “Mm. Strange, isn’t it?” Silco paused, grabbing his syringe and injecting shimmer into his scarred pupil. “It feels out of body- like you are floating.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, your vision coming back to you.

Ah, yes. You were at work.

At home.

Silco walked over, tilting your chin up. “Singed isn’t the best doctor, but he is a genius.” He spoke, examining your face. He roughly handled it, his hands a comforting soft compared to your calloused face. 

“How bad is it?” You ask, wanting to see a mirror. Everything felt normal, so, it must’ve been numbed. 

He pulled the gold mirror from his desk. It was the one he stared at so many times while applying his makeup to conceal his horrible scarring. 

You looked. 

It was a gash from the side of your head to your nose, an ugly mark on your face. 

“I’m no stranger to facial scars.” He spoke, his demeanor growing softer than you’d ever seen it. Usually he was a stone cold man. “I’m biased, of course, but you don’t look bad.”

“You don’t look bad” Of course it was a half assed compliment.

With a nod, you accepted it. You knew the risks.

He traced his fingers along the mended wound. “I did the stitches.” He smiled, admiring his own work. “Singed handled the whole, well, chemistry.”

“Thank you.” You muttered, feeling the bumpy stitches. 

Why was he more talkative today?

He stared at you, a blank expression on his face. 

“Just remember to put ointment on it.” He muttered, walking away, pinching the bridge of his nose and scolding himself.

You slid off the couch, looking after him before he left the room.

Strange.

[honey-tongued-devil]

Hi!! Could I ask for “Look at me.  Breathe, there you go.” From the prompt list (I believe it’s number 8) with either Sevika or Silco? Bonus points if y/n is having a anxiety attack (as someone who suffers from them). I’d love to see that caring side!

↞“Look at me. Breathe, there you go.”↠

Freaking gold for my Silco brainrot. I’m sorry if it’s short and it’s not perfect, but even today I had an exam (but I wanted to adhere to one-prompt-a-day). This one is special, you can literally hear Silco in the last part... Because I added the audio! It is a paid cameo from @madmizchyf The requests are open, send me a prompt either at your choice or from one of the two lists, specifying with which character you want it!

↠Word count: 860 ↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠List: hurt/comfort (n.8"Look at me. Breathe, here you are." ) ↠Pairing: Silco x gn!reader (not explicitly Romantic, it’s okay for anyone who needs to hear the Kingpin console them) ↠Tw: Description of a Panic Attack

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

The lights are too strong.

You feel them as if they are piercing your skull, intense, with colors so saturated that pinch an indefinite point in your behind your nose, getting you a growing start of a terrifying sense of nausea. It’s inside your head, it makes your brain itch until it hurts just to keep your eyes open. 

And the music is no less, it fills that place making it even more asphyxiating: you feel it in your intestines, it goes back to tightening your stomach in a vise, fondling your diaphragm making it tremble to the rhythm of the bass, and enveloping possessive lungs. 

You can’t breathe at all.

There is not a glimmer of air in that prison of flesh and excess, not a single inch of space between the crowd dancing drunk, screaming, letting the unnatural lights illuminate their faces deformed by adrenaline and only-god-knows-what substance.

The room around you starts to spin, your fingers tremble, and you find yourself sinking fingernails and fingertips into your own flesh in order to maintain control, remain conscious, aware that hell will not spare you if you fall to the ground.

You sweat.

You lift your eyes to the ceiling in desperate search of the familiar handrail while with such a slowness that makes you go crazy a drop of sweat runs an invisible path from the forehead to the tip of the nose.

You are struggling, you are struggling like an animal that clings to life to keep control, and as soon as the slightest space between people’s bodies on the dancing opens up you shoot, pushing people away without looking back.

You don’t have time, you’re suffocating, you’re dying. Cross the space that separates you from the office of the Eye of Zaun with the impetuosity and despair of a man who after spending forty days in the desert sees an oasis for the first time.

You don’t knock, don’t have enough strength to do it, just open the door wide and close it behind you quickly, trying to push away the noises, the light, the smell of alcohol, the screams, the smoke, the intermittent darkness, the bodies that crush against each other.

Your body is heavy and you can’t resist gravity anymore, falling to the ground: knees clenched to the chest, the door behind your back as the only support, shield against the world that rages mercilessly out there, voracious, ravenous.

The only thing you are trying to find with your gaze is Silco, but tears make it difficult to focus on the elements of the room, and you perceive only a blurred silhouette approaching, accompanied by the ticking of the boots.

You try to raise your arms, no matter how pathetic that gesture may be, you need comfort, a safe place to take refuge, and that man’s chest tastes like safety, like home.

But your arms don’t respond.

You just want to cry louder, open your mouth wide and scream, but the air is thin and your body remains motionless, silent in letting tears run through your cheeks. 

As long as man’s thumbs do not gather them in a delicate caress, a light contact like the morning breeze but strong like a hurricane. His is a delicate gesture, he lifts your face just enough to make you meet his two-tone eyes -a combination of sidereal ice and fire of the deepest meanders of hell.

"Look at me. Breathe, there you go."

He takes a deep breath, then a second, slow, until almost instinctively you begin to imitate him, filling the lungs with air all the way; only then he leaves your face sitting in turn with his back against the door; with one arm he wraps your shoulders as he places the other under his knees, picking you up to hold you in his arms, in an almost religious silence.

You breathe deeply, the smell of his cologne is mixed with that of cigars in a mixture so familiar that you finally get back in control, first little by little, then all of a sudden.

And you start crying.

It is more a liberating cry than a desperate one, the arms of the man that seem to isolate you from the chaotic and evil world allow you to be fragile, to cry in that place where if you show weak hyenas and vultures are ready to pluck you to the bones. 

And he staysquiet.

His fingers gently caress your head, moving behind your ears some tufts in a gesture affectionate and respectful: he is waiting for you to be completely vented, he is waiting that all the anger, fear, anxiety you carry inside you have found a way to manifest themselves, without forcing you to suppress emotions, and you cannot help but hold onto him even more.

"I know sometimes your mind is unquiet, but it’s okay, it will be okay. Nothing is either as good or as bad as it seems at the time. Breathe..."

Your heart tightens in a vise as his lips rest on one of your temples, letting them touch your skin in a caress when they open to talk.

"breathe."

[godlyaffection]

Sitting on Silcos lap as he works on god knows what.

Your face is buried in his shoulder, your hands playing with the hem of his vest or trailing over his arms. As long as you don’t interfere with what he’s doing he doesn’t mind letting you sit there.

Eventually you’ll probably get restless and start moving around more or making more noise. Silco will sigh and tell you to be quiet if you’re really bothering him. But it’s you, as much as it may distract him he’s not going to actually do much about it. Silco will run his free hand along your back while he writes with his other one. He’ll even kiss the side of your face every now and then.

He’ll mumble words into your hair, telling you that he’ll just be a while longer, reminding you that he’ll spend proper time with you when he’s done. Silco is happy to indulge you when you want to spend time with you, and he quite enjoys having you around him as well.

When he’s all done with his work, Silco will really give you all his attention. Making you sit up and look at him, holding your face as you look at him as he thanks you for letting him finish his work. Silco is happy to do whatever you want for a while now since you were such a good boy for him.

[darkbackalley]

Silco x Male reader - Stolen Ruby Hearts

A short Drabble about how you came to work for Silco/caught his interest. Warning: mention of gun (not fired, just used for a threat) reader is a thief(only steals what they need to survive type tho. I apologize for how short this is too. Fem blogs/fem aligned blogs and ageless blogs DNI

Great… just great.’ You thought to yourself as you ran from thugs. You swerved into an alley and dove into a dumpster. The thugs ran in, hot on your tail before stopping, confused. “He ran into here, didn’t he?” One said. The other started talking acing around, looking behind crates and boxes. “He must be in here somewhere then.” You tried to bury yourself deeper in the trash, resulting in the plastic bags crinkling around. Suddenly, the top was thrown off, and the thugs glared down at you with crooked teeth. “Well Jim, looks like we found ‘im.” They pulled you out of the dumpster harshly before pulling you out of the alley and in the direction you were running away from.

“So. Y/n. I hear you’re quite the accomplished thief.” The thugs’ boss sat before you, analyzing your figure. I want to commission you for a robbery.” You looked at him and scoffed. “I don’t do commissions, nor am I a thief. I just do what I have to to get by-“ Jim had held a gun to your head. “Precisely. You do what you have to to get by. Well in this case, it’s either accept the commission, or die.” Their boss gave you a sick smile before turning to pour a glass of whiskey. You sighed heavily before pushing the gun away from your head. “Fine. So what am I stealing? A ring? A book? Keys? Ca-“ “you’re stealing a necklace. And not just any necklace. No, you’ll be stealing the ruby necklace that is in the last drop.” You froze. “Silco runs that place, you asshat. There’s no way if even be able to get in, much less steal a necklace that’s probably kept in his office. That’s just straight-up suicide!” The man rose from his seat, menacingly stalked towards you before adjusting himself to your level, and saying quite frankly: “I know.” He turned and signalled to his thugs who pulled you out the door. Just before it closed, you heard “-and if you’re successful and come back alive, we’ll discuss wage.”

The pavement was muddy when you landed on it. The thugs closed the carriage door and you saw Jim give you a look of sympathy. You stood up quickly and looked around, unfamiliar with the more lit-up places in Zaun. After observing the tavern for a while, and determining a plan of attack, you waltzed towards the back door and flipped yourself up onto the fire escape. The roof had an entryway, something that you were counting on. You crept down the stairs and slowly made your way to the end of a long hall, where you assumed the boss would be. I’m every few seconds you looked back to make sure there was no one there. After you were met with silence of the other side of Silco’s door, you decided to go ahead and pick the lock. Upon entering, you were stunned to see how bright it was, and how cleanly it was compared to the rest of the dingy tavern. Multiple half walls connected certain parts of the room to others, making the little passageways appear long and narrow. You located the necklace in the display box to the left of his desk. You opened it with ease, not making a sound. But just as you were about to grab the necklace, the doorknob started to turn, and you panicked. You dove behind on of the half walls and prayed that you wouldn’t be found. There were footsteps that entered the room, walked over to the case, which was still open, you kicked yourself. Then the footsteps stopped. Until you felt a cold metal hit your collarbone. With a glance down, you could make out rubies, and with a glance up, you were met with Silco’s orange and seafoam eyes. “This is the one you wanted, wasn’t it darling?” He spoke smoothly, almost coaxing you out of the corner you had taken up residency in. “I-I can explain..” were the first words to come out of your mouth. “Hm? Well by all means, do explain. And please don’t leave out how you got by my security, I think I’ll have to check up on them soon…” he almost sounded amused as you struggled to find the words to culminate sentences. “-I didn’t wanna die so I just said yes, even though I knew I probably wouldn’t come back from this. I’m not a thief. They just made me one.” He stood in front of you, calmly analyzing your body language. “Well then, if they aren’t expecting you back, would you like to work for me?”

[donkey-rider]

Heeheehoohoo soft Silco thoughts inbound.

! This post about being transmasc/ftm and insecure about body image, if this doesn't apply to you, away ye scroll !

Tw for mentions of scars, low body image, dysphoria, Silco calls reader "pretty boy" and "my lovely" (of course), reader's appearance and gender is unspecified (apart from being ftm/transmasc obv)

Putting this under a read more because o o f I went off a little bit

Listen listen to me

Imagine that you're having a bad day, you're dysphoric, you're insecure, you can't look in the mirror and you want your body to disappear.

When you retire for the day, Silco greets you with, "Evening, pretty boy."

After not answering, he switches to, "What's wrong, my lovely? I can see you're upset."

"I don't feel like.. like what you called me," you manage to get out.

"A boy? Or a pretty one?"

"Both."

And so Silco takes it upon himself to make you feel better, or to at least support you if nothing can cheer you up.

For your dysphoria, he'll call you all the affirming terms and names you want. He'll repeat your true name, over and over. He'll call you pretty or handsome or hot or beautiful or cute, whichever you prefer. He'll trace your top surgery surgery scars gently, or if you're not comfortable being touched on the scars, he'll touch your flat chest through your shirt. If you don't have surgery yet he'll let you sit in just your binder and run his hands along the flattened surface. If you don't have top dysphoria, he'll give your chest a kiss, reminding you that there's no one way to be a man or to be masculine. If you take hormones, you can mutually, tenderly administer each others medicine. He'll let you sit with a pillow against your chest if its past biding hours (bind safely kids!!) and hire Sevika and possibly even Jinx to check in if you're biding correctly.

For your body image insecurity, he'll kiss your face or cradle it in his hands, expressing how breathtaking it is. He'll continue to kiss and praise each part of your body, especially ones you're insecure about.

If you're up for it, he offers to take this elsewhere and make you feel good 👀👀

If you're not, he will put Sevika in charge and cuddle with you, or take a walk in Zaun's back alleys or will read to you.

Just, soft Silco thoughts man.

🏳️‍🌈This post was written by a transmasc nonbinary Silco enthusiast, who is sad and lonely and just wants comfort 🏳️‍🌈

[theunburntsblog]

You know, I've thinking of writing some fanfictions for m! Readers and gn! Readers.

(Poc are welcome)

There's barely any content for them in all of the Fandoms I'm in,, It's starting to get frustrating.

So... I've decided to start creating little dribbles here and there when I feel like it. So Request something for these characters !! (Or give me ideas I don't mind)

FANDOMS/ CHARACTERS I LOVE SO I WILL WRITE FOR.

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Thomas hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre, -2003- Texas Chainsaw Massacre : The beginning -2006-

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas) -1974-

Billy and Stu (Scream) -1996-

House of wax -2005-

Brahms heelshire (The boy) -2016-

Arcane -2021-ongoing

League of legends -2009- ongoing

Twilight -2008-2012-

Resident Evil -1996-ongoing-

Micheal Myers (All Halloween movies) -1978-2021-

Jason Voorhees (All Friday the 13th movies) -1980-2009-

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacres) -1974-1986??-

Chucky Series -1988-2021-

Harry Potter -2001-2011

Carrie -1976-

Game of Thrones -2011-2019-

House of the Dragon -2022-

Things I don't accept !

-homophobia,

-r-pe,

-sexual assault

- graphic mentions of sh

- proshipping

-transphobia

-racism

-Anti-semetic tropes ! (I'm talking to u jk Rowling )

-basic dni central!

[bullsandthebones]

I changed the profile aesthetic, dw

anyways, what're you guys looking for? ik my followers like moonknight, but I wanna branch out

so, send me some requests!

For Bnha I'll only write smut for the adults, keep that in mind.

[unluckiestmember]

Arcane x innocent reader? Like someone who is a literal angel?

Of course! Coming up!

Arcane X Innocent! Reader

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn Kiramman, Vander, Silco, Ekko, Sevika, Jayce Talis and Mel Medarda.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Jayce being Jayce, Jinx being Jinx, overprotectiveness, innocence and reputations trying to be kept.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I adore innocent readers and OCs! I feel they have a way of bringing out the true nature of characters, especially with this kind of cast! Also sorry to everyone for taking so long, I unfortunately have a chaotic and no good life. XD

Jinx

“Hey, toots! How has ya day been? Did you miss me?! Of course you did! Come here, you cute little bunny!”

You are Jinx’s little bunny! She loves how innocent you are for someone who hangs out with her, and in a way, you keep her grounded. You are the sunshine in this dark unforgiving world. Usually she loves destroying things and making others lives harder to live.

But when it comes to you? She is extra careful. She never lets you go on missions or patrol unless she’s with you. You’re in her hideout? She’s doing safety precautions by forcing you to wear a welding mask or staying six feet away from her projects. And unless they are little trinkets and presents for you, you can’t exactly touch them unless she assists you with them. You are a porcelain doll in her eyes. She doesn’t want you to break or become corrupted at all. She’s you’re protector and your lover and she won’t let you forget that.

Violet "Vi"

“Do you know how cute you are? You’re adorable… Hey, don’t hide that face from me, I mean it. You’re adorable.”

Vi is known to be a hardass sometimes to people, but around you? She lets her true colors come out. She’s super affectionate physically and verbally, telling you how much she loves you and cherishes you. If anyone was to hurt you, she’s not just breaking their nose, she’s breaking their entire body. You are so precious. Maybe too precious to her.

She always rushes from work back home just to cuddle with you and ask how your day was. And don’t get her started on your bashful nature, she adores it so much since you only get that way around her. Does she wish you could stand up for yourself? Sometimes. But for the most part, she’s okay with it, especially since she can protect the both of you. To everyone else, she’s a wild card with muscle and snark. But to you and only you, she’s perfect.

Viktor

“Rodnaya. Did you fix my calculations?... Please, don’t fret- I’m not angry. I’m just wondering… What did I do to deserve you?”

Viktor thinks you are make believe. There is no way someone as sweet as you should exist. How can you be so in love with someone like him? He believes he can never give you what you want or need, but whenever you assure him he can, his spirits are lifted and his confidence gets a significant boost.

Whenever you are around, you make Viktor feel he can make all the progress in the world no matter what anyone says. You make him feel a little more comfortable in his skin, which is nice. But even better is the fact that because of you, he tries his best to exercise self love. This can come in the form of taking a few breaks from his project and treating himself whenever he makes a huge accomplishment. Viktor cherishes you so much and he hopes you know that no matter how nose deep he can be in work.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“Good afternoon, my darling. I didn’t keep you waiting, did I? Let me make it up to you… You’re too sweet, but I insist.”

Because of how innocent you are, Caitlyn sometimes compares you to an angel. She finds you to be a bit pure and needs to be protected. Though unlike Vi, her protective nature is more tamed. She’ll prefer protecting you with her words, choosing to ask questions regarding your well being. But if you are in physical danger, she has no problem jumping to your aid with her gun in hand to scare those who hurt you away.

You mean a lot to her and she’ll show you by inviting you to places or showing you the many gardens in Piltover. Of course, she’s not without having more personal evenings together at home, cuddled together and enjoying each other’s company. All in all, she loves you and she’s not afraid to tell or show you that.

Silco

“This life. One of hardship and poverty, is not one that you deserve. I promise, I’ll grant Zaun its independence. For all of us. For you.”

If Silco is the king of Zaun, you are his king/queen. It’ll take a while for you to get close to him because of the locks he usually has around his heart. But if you are able to cut them off with time and effort, Silco will treat you as if you are royalty. Expect him to show you off to those around you, whether it be you sitting on his lap or standing by his side.

That being said, do not expect him to shower you in kisses and snuggle up to your body. He has an image to hold, so the last thing he needs to hear from his men is that he’s gotten soft and mushy. Around them and under the eyes of Zaun, you are just his second half. But behind closed doors? You are more like his life. Just make sure you don’t tell anyone.

Ekko

“Damn, the light here really knows how to bring the beauty out of you. Are you sure you’re not an angel in disguise?”

You and Ekko have a pretty chill relationship. You’re his lover and he’s yours for the most part. He’s not overprotective, but he can have moments of being a helicopter boyfriend. You’re going on a mission? Take Scar with you. You want to go into Zaun to get something? Why doesn't he tag along to help? You would bring it up to him that you don’t always need someone with you, but your bashful nature makes it a little hard. So unless another firelight realizes what’s going on, be prepared to not go many places alone.

Outside of the following, Ekko is for the most part considerate of you and what you want. You can always find him asking you what you desire or need from him and even if you try not to answer, he will subtly find ways to get most of the unspeakable answers. 

Sevika

“Hey, we can… Cuddle later, okay? Right now, my crew is here and I don’t want to ruin my reputation.”

Compared to Silco, Sevika is more open in her relationship with you. She’ll tell everyone that you are her lover and in her own way be proud of it. That being said, she tries not to show a lot of PDA in hopes of protecting her reputation and mainly yourself. In her mind, if her group or anyone finds out you mean a lot to her, you can become a prime suspect in future kidnappings or blackmail. And she doesn’t want that for herself nor for you.

Outside of work, Sevika makes up for having to be a little distant with you. She’ll take you gambling with her and if you don’t prefer that, you guys can always hang out somewhere else. As long as you are content and safe is what matters. Sevika’s a good girlfriend, very protective. Just don’t expect her to be super verbal with her love, she prefers actions over words. But do be on the look out for a lot of teasing.

Vander

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself from picking you up, you’re too cute... Screw it, you’re all mine.”

Vander is a big ol’ teddy bear when it comes to loving you. He doesn't care if anyone at the bar comments on your relationship with him because he will waste no time picking you and showing you off like a trophy. He talks about you almost nonstop if he’s not talking about work or affairs occurring in Zaun.

When it comes to his affairs with Piltover, he makes sure you are nowhere near it. In his eyes, you are too precious to get in the middle of anything affiliated with them. Not to mention, he wouldn’t be the same if somehow you got hurt or worse. The kids need you and so does he, because with you in their lives, they feel like a complete family. You hold the hound down on a leash and he loves you for that.

Mel Medarda

“You know what? After I’m done with meetings at work, we’re doing whatever you want. How’s that sound?... Come on now, love. You have to speak up.”

When it comes to Mel, conversation is key. Which is why your relationship can feel like a relationship, but also like a class. She pushes you to speak for yourself in many situations, but doesn’t force it upon you. It’s not that she hates how innocent and bashful you can be, she just doesn’t want that to be used against you or for other’s personal gain. So if she can shape you up to speak for yourself just a tiny bit, that will make her content.

Regardless though, she enjoys your company, especially after stressful days working with the council. In a way, you two kind of act like a married couple, having an unspeakable bond, but a loving one nonetheless. 

Jayce Talis

“Yeah, the meeting was great!... Okay, fine, I skipped it- But can you blame me? Why would I want to rehash work when I could be here with you?”

If you were a dog owner, Jayce would be that golden retriever that gives you a run for your money, but makes you feel intense happiness. Every day is always something new with this man because he will give you a run for your money due to how hyper he is when he gets a new idea. Also he’s very loving around you, wanting to spend as much time with you as he can.

Though, he’s no Jinx. He knows that the both of you have lives and duties to fulfill. So he’ll give you space. But not for long. Just be ready to be working or relaxing when Jayce pops up out of nowhere to check up on you. If you forget your lunch, he’s going to deliver it to you. Forgot paperwork? He’s already on it, all you need to do is check for numerous errors. Everyone knows how you feel to date Jayce; It’s a wild ride, but a fun one that’s worth it.

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Yandere Silco HCs

CW: Intimidation, kidnapping, manipulation, guilt tripping, gaslighting, and whatnot. Somewhat proof read :P

A/n: Soft yandere Silco?? He's desperate for human connection. Not much to say. Silco brain damage XD

Possessive, dominate, and manipulative

The smoothest manipulator you will ever encounter. He is brutal- Cruel with his ways of keeping you around his thin fingers. Just before you break, Silco knows exactly how to let you down easy with his iron grip.

"Aw, don't cry dear. You know I only do what is best for you. If you really think this is so bad, then go ahead and venture out into the lanes. Taint yourself in the thick air, polluted waters, the violence of whom i cannot control. I do think you rather not return to those conditions, no?"

Silco falls for you when you show your strengths and weaknesses. There's no facade or display when it comes to the thought of you. It's simply just the feeling your omit from your presence that softens his cold heart.

Would not dare to court you directly. Especially if you're from Zuan. He would show you his affections through messing with the stresses of your life. Money running thin? Oh why don't you look at that? An "old friend" sent you some cash. Job sucks? A business scout invites you to work at a larger company while you're doing errands.

If you're from Piltover, then he will try his best to fuck your life over. You seem to be pretty well off, so there isn't much fixing to do from afar. You will be stalked by his best, followed late at night, subtly threatened by a few strangers on the street, the ones close to you will leave and not say why, and so much more. Though, they will never be enough for you to take real legal action. Silco will chip away at you bit by bit, so when he finally has his grasp on you, it will be more of him "saving you" rather than kidnapping you.

Sometimes he visits your home and rummages through your stuff personally. Looks through photo albums, digital devices, inventory of food and whatnot, and clothing articles. His favorite thing to do is to lay in your bed- hug your messy blankets and lay in your scent. It's a drastic difference from his smoking habits. Cigars are so expensive, but intruding your home and melting in your presence is free.

Breaths in and out like he's on a machine. Like if he DOES NOT repeat the cycle of oxygen and carbon dioxide, he will fucking perish. Silco has been so deattached from love and physical touch, that this is his best replacement.

Would never admit doing this. He makes sure Sevika is guarding the front door at all times. One, to make sure you dont come home unexpectedly, and two, so that she doesn't know more than she needs to.

Bonus points if you can sway Jinx. Whether it be you talked her down during one of her fantastical massacres, or you happen to simply run into the time bomb of a girl- If she likes you, you're officially on his roster forever. No take backs.

When he takes you, it's slow and thorough. Most likely when you're peacefully asleep and somewhat unaware- a syringe is injected and you're relocated.

Silco keeps you in a select few locations in Zaun. Despite his access to luxury, he wants to remind you of what situation you're in. He will take care of you, but he will not coddle you.

Silco is an older man, so puppy love isn't much of a thing for him. By the way he creeps around your shit, you'd think he gets flustered just by the mention of your name, but no. He screams on the inside but is easily composed on the outside. Years of the undercity does that to a person you know?

But when he's angry? Oh when he's upset, he's goes off the rails. Usually, the origin of Silco's rages can be traced back to either your disrespect, or his thinning patience. He gets a bit physical and guilt trips the hell out of you. Grabs your face and pushes you down; Making you focus on how badly you fucked up.

"Do you think I enjoy you screaming at me? Through all those difficult times, I've been the one to have your back. From rent to keeping those who wanted nothing but to take advantage of you away- I've only cared for you. If it were up to them, they would've sold you out for just a vile of Shimmer! But me? No, no I would never would give you up for anything. Because I love you. I adore you Y/n. I do this not for my own gain, but because you deserve to be happy. Don't be fooled love..."

He would rather keep you away from his work. He wants to fall into your arms after a long day in the office and or running around trying to find Jinx. Silco doesn't need you to question his authority as future ruler of Zaun. He already deals with that from ungrateful underlings. He doesn't need that from you either.

Definition of touchy. Has a bad habit of invading your personal space out of nowhere and demanding your time of day. His favorite act of affection is holding and taking you in as you two stand. It's mighty awkward, but Silco thinks it's nice. Cuddling makes him feel too vulnerable and kind of childish, so this gives him somewhat of a limit.

Kiss him on the disfigured side of his face and he'll get sentimental. He won't cry much- maybe let a tear run down when you're not looking. He cherishes you so much despite his actions sometimes saying otherwise.

Silco doesn't feel ugly or extremely insecure because of the disfigurement. Rather he feels changed because of it. As he said, "I let a weak man die that day." Through years of living under the grime and corruption of Zaun, he's come to accept things as they are.

He does not give two shits what you do. As long as you don't die, run away, or mess with his plans, go at it. Obviously there is a limit to things, (Such as no explosives or Jinx-like foolery) but everything you used to do in your normal life is available. Other than being an independent person that is.

Silco doesn't stress too much if you run away. As long as you're in Zaun or Piltover, you will never really leave his grasp.

Being on the run in Zaun is some shoulder deep shit. He has eyes everywhere, so getting an update of your recapture isn't much but of an hour behind schedule.

If you somehow get to Piltover, he'll push everything and everyone out of the way to recapture you. Marcus better hope you're taken back soon. If not, Silco will have near impossible demands for him to carry out. Fuck the council, and fuck the citizens of Piltover. Silco cannot rest until you're dragged back down into the murky waters of Zaun and be drowned for your crimes against his heart.

But if you really aren't giving into things over a certain period of time, Silco will be forced to dispose of you. It's not you, it's him. He would crawl to the ends of the Earth for you, but the combination of his feelings and your blatant displeasure is just too much. He cannot falter- He will not wither because of something he foolishly called "love". So when he decides to get rid of you, he will come and do it personally. Cut off a weak part of him just as he did before.

[gaypirate420]

Keep playing // Silco.

Silco x male!reader.

Summary: Silco doesn't want to interrupt you while you play the piano.

Suggestive, No genitalia described.

A/N: I picture all of this as if it was drawn by J.C Leyendeker.

Silco stared at you, so concentrated, fingers flowing between keys, you were feeling yourself completely.

"Such a beautiful song, my love." Said Silco walking towards you cigar in hand.

His ashtray is placed on your piano, you looked at him with a soft smile that was returned discreetly by the drug lord.

"But I'm afraid you look—stiff." He remarked, you arched your eyebrow.

"How so?" You asked not stopping your melody, Silco brings his cigar to his mouth.

The smoke hit your face immediately, he smirks before blowing the smoke against your face once again.

"You're not relaxed, I can see it on your posture." He spoke stepping closer to you, you changed your posture with confusion.

His long fingers brushed your cheek.

You meet his mismatched eyes, his thumb strokes your lip.

"How can I relax with you rounding me like a wild animal ready to attack?" You teased, Silco smirks.

His lips meet yours, you taste the whisky and the indistinguishable cigar. Silco groaned against you.

"Perhaps I shall stop 'rounding' you then. For your relaxation." He whispered, your hands leaved the piano.

He knows you know.

"Perhaps you should fuck me already and stop being such a tease." You snapped, Silco kissed you once again, your hand cupped his cheek

"No no, dear. Keep playing for me." He ordered, you looked at him but did as you were told without complain.

He stood behind you, his chin rested on your shoulder, he got closer to your ear.

"I love how you look when you play. I've imagined many times— pleasuring you while you keep making songs which lyrics are my name and it's chorus is your sweet moans and whimpers." He whispered against your skin, you felt a shiver down your spine.

Silco's lips kissed your neck, you whined when he started to suck leaving marks on your neck.

His hands travel down your neck, he plays with your collar shirt before undoing your cravat.

He unbottons your vest with a dreadful slow peace. You pressed the keys harder in desperation. The eye of Zaun only laughs discreetly.

You finally feel his hand inside your dress shirt.

"So soft." He mumbled, your cheeks were warm.

His hands traveled down your torso stoping where your thighs began, it was enough to feel that tingly sensation.

"Silco—" You breath out.

"Patience, my prince." He purred against your ear.

He scratched softly your torso, making you arched your back, he finally got to your chest.

Silco pinches your nipples , you moaned loudly.

"Such pretty sounds you make, my darling." He said and started to pinche again.

It was tortuous, he continued his path. Down all the way until the belt of your pants stopped him then returning to play with your nipples.

"Wrong note, my love." Said Silco, you looked at him with shaky hands you played again the same part ending the song.

You didn't even realize you ended it, Al that was in your mind was his hands.

His cold, pale and soft hands brushing against your skin.

"There it is, perfect." He said bringing you back to reality, his hands left your torso.

You felt Silco's hands on your things. You breath out and smile, you've been waiting for this for what it seemed hours.

His chest meets your back, he pressed gentle kisses on your neck.

His long fingers play with your belt.

"My actions have caused more than vocal reactions I suppose." He remarked looking down your pants.

"Yes." You breath out. Silco got rid of your bed and made his way to your underwear. You jerked your hips violently.

He quickly keeps you in place.

"Don't move, be good." He ordered.

"S—Silco." You moaned, He patted you above your underwear admiring the consequences of his actions.

"I will give you want you want— just keep playing for me, my sweet prince." He whispered against you, you nodded with a shaky moan.

Your fingers pressed slightly the key, beginning a new song.

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A/N: heyyyyy Silco content!!! Hope ya like it.

[linesfromzaun]

Seeing this between your thighs……..

ANYWAYS

[sxr-mich-ouh]

Evil kissable men>>>>>>>>>> every other hero character.

[honey-tongued-devil]

Hello sweet devil :D can I request dry humping Vander and silco randomly? How would these lovely dilfs react?

Dry humping [arcane preferences]

▶[Silco, Vander] reacting to their s/o dry humping

[NdA]

"sweet devil" flatters me, honey &lt;3 I entered on tumblr to exhaust a request and I got the notification of this: perfect target, kink that I share, characters that are in my preferences. Mwaaaah.

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: NSFW [MDNI], public kink, choking ↠Character/s: gn reader x Silco, AFAB x Vander

【Silco】

You haven’t seen Silco leave his office for a week

a week that, when you tried to come in, he barely looks up from the documents and raises an eyebrow almost annoyed

"I am busy"

yeah no shit.

for this exact reason, when for the second week in a row you see that the attitude doesn’t change you decide to return more insistently in the Kingpin’s office, only to find him once again curved, a hand pressed on the temple, busy reading and writing paperwork

"Do you need anything?" the usual annoyed tone, the tired and icy look of someone who forgets how to behave like a decent human being when there is work involved.

"I’ll keep you company!"

when you sit on his leg he sighs annoyed, but goes back to work without complaining too much.

He’s pretty used to interruptions.

But after a while you’re in that position he raises his knee slightly without warning, making you squeak.

the bastard smiles.

he only gives you a quick look before returning to the paperwork, obviously satisfied.

The problem is, you’re not.

You place your fingers on the desk for more balance, starting to roll your hips slowly, letting your crotch rub against the man’s leg

for being one of the smartest men in the underworld, it takes a really long time to him to figure out what you’re doing

one hand grabs your side while with the other he arranges his hair in an almost exhausted gesture

"I have to work."

"let me do it alone at least" whimper without stopping moving

You know perfectly well you’ll end up on the desk in no time

but it’s kinda your goal, so...

The man sighs exasperated before returning, once again, to focus on the documents.

Occasionally he lifts his knee or caresses your side, watching you groan and arch at every little change in his posture.

"Silco, please, you haven’t touched me in forever" "forever, more like a little more than a week" the man responds dryly, stroking your tummy distractedly, grabbing it without warning and stretching his lips in an amused smirk when you whine in response. Every second that passes you feel the heat between your legs becoming more and more intense and urgent. You sink your nails into the wood of the desk while almost involuntarily increasing the rhythm, and wince when the firm hand of the man passes from your waist to the neck. "Compose yourself." You nod frantically, straightening your back obediently. You take your hand on his without slowing down, letting a choked sound of pleasure come out of your lips. "I beg you... Silco please..."

【Vander】

Do you see him?

This man is clearly a bastard.

a troublemaker who tries in every way to appear as responsible and reliable as possible.

Every now and then, when the tavern closes he let his friends inside (merchants, helpers, people of the lanes with whom he likes to talk in complete tranquility)

And that’s where your little game starts.

Vander serves drinks for the men at the counter and sits in front of them, on the opposite side, motioning you to sit on his legs.

you rest your elbows at the counter to avoid the men noticing the movement.

joke with those present while, artfully, you roll your hips on the sturdy and comfortable leg of the man.

you all spent the time together laughing, joking, and the more the beer is poured the less likely they are to notice the way you rub on the man

you cannot see the expression of the man but while with one hand he gestures with the other one to guide your movements, squeeze a thigh of yours

if the clothes are easily accessible he brings a hand between your legs teasing you with an exasperating calm.

You know he’s smiling.

He’s smiling like the bastard he is knowing that you have to suppress the verses in the beer mug and disguise the spasms as a way of gesturing.

When the people in front of you are clearly so drunk that they can no longer understand shit, he doesn’t immediately send them out

you know, he likes this game.

he’ll try with fluid movements -which do not give too much in the eye- to make you spread your legs so that they go both sides of his

and that’s where you pretend to be sleepy, so you can lean against the counter and hide your face in your arms while the man sneaks a hand inside the fabric, passing his fingers first between the folds, then to tease the clitoris.

"shh… gentlemen, please. Take it easy or you’ll wake them up" you hear him whispering to others, clearly intent on forcing you to hold back more and more so as not to be discovered.

and it is only when you readjust yourself just further back, rubbing it against his crotch, that he'll flaunt a cordial smile to the men.

"Gentlemen, I’d say it’s time to close up so I can put them to rest and finish the restocking."

"Vander" you call him with a broken voice, the underwear drenched, while he locks the door behind the men’s backs. You put a hand between your thighs, eyes shiny and reddened, lips wet. The look of someone who can’t last an extra second. "Good morning sweetheart" he replies with amusement while you go around the counter to get in front of him, playing with the creased edge of the skirt. When he is close enough, he lowers slightly to kiss you, caressing your hips with both hands, letting them go down gently to take your underwear off. “Vander… Vander please… I can’t do this anymore…” your voice is languid, suffocated in the neck of the man that lifts you and makes you sit on the counter, stroking your thigh before offering you an innocent smile."Where were we?"

[ughthisisntright]

The Most Dangerous Game | Silco x Male!Reader

Summary: Your desperate attempt to get away from The Eye of Zaun is foiled.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, p in a sex, general awfulness

Word Count: 1,180

Breaths heavy. Chest burning. Eyes watery. You’ve been running forever and you can’t remember where you’re going. All you know is that you’re trying to get away from him.

How in Janna’s name you found yourself here, in this abandoned warehouse, is beyond you. It’s been a long time since you first started running, and it was safe to say you didn’t pay much attention to where it was that you were going. He’d find you, though. He always did.

You pressed your back against the concrete wall and ran your hands down your face, the sweat mixing with the filth on your cheeks. Your chest heaved with each breath you took and your throat burned. Maybe he’d just kill you and do you a favor. It seemed to be the sick little game he was playing with you, anyway.

Just then, in the distance, you heard his boots hitting the ground. Thumping, clunking, and heavy as he stalked towards you. You felt fear well in your chest, closing your eyes for just a moment before opening them to the view of him stepping out of the shadows. Silco. Smiling. A cruel little joke? Or part of his master plan?

He walked slowly toward you, that smile never faltering, and his arms swinging loosely at his sides. He sauntered up to you and raked his eyes over your body. You weren’t too much shorter than him, a little more muscular, but you radiated an energy that he fed upon. His hand rested next to your head as he leaned in close to you.

“You silly boy,” he crooned. “You thought you could get away from me.” He dragged his free hand down your toned chest and hooked his fingers in your belt loops. He tugged your lower half closer to him. “Bet you thought I forgot.”

You gaped at him. He… He hadn’t forgotten your little… dream. You’d confided in him that you’d had a dream about him that made you a little more than uncomfortable - given he’s your boss. But now here he was giving you exactly what your psyche had gifted you all those nights ago. And all because you’d decided to go off on your own for a few days.

Sure, you’d blown him off and neglected his orders. But this… This was different. No he seemed to be enjoying this a little too much for someone who’s supposed to be mad at you. And then it hit you:

He’s using this as an opportunity.

He then grabbed your throat gently, one finger tracing your jawline. He chuckled softly at your powerless disposition. He managed to make you sink to your knees. How he did, you couldn’t recall. It was all spinning in your head. The next thing you heard was the snaps of his buttons on his pants coming undone. The very sound had your cock jumping in your pants, harder suddenly.

“You’ll repay me with your body, boy,” he growled lowly. His cock sprang free in front of your face and you wasted no time taking him in your mouth. His head rolled back as he moaned a deep and desperate sound from his chest. Your lips sealed tight around his tip as you sucked once harshly before taking him all the way to the back of your throat. Bobbing slowly, his hand found its way to the back of your head. The short hairs he was able to grab onto were gripped tight in his fingers as he guided your head up and down on his cock.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “Swallow it all, you rodent.” He was quickly coming undone under you and he had to force himself out of your mouth. He growled softly and forced you onto your hands and knees.

“S-Silco…” You finally found your voice after all this time. He grinned darkly behind you, but you couldn’t see of course.

“You’re almost done,” he purred in your ear. He tugged your pants down around your knees and reached around to stroke your cock gently. The sensation made you gasp, shuddering under his touch. He cupped your balls gently and you almost combusted right there in his arms.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cum already, boy…” he chuckled and pulled his hands away from your throbbing member. He spit in his hand and coated his cock with his saliva. He positioned himself behind you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your tight hole. The feel of it made you shiver and push back against him. This only spurred him on further.

“Such an eager little boy, are you?” He slowly pushed himself inside you, stretching your ass wide with the girth of his cock. You groaned and let your head drop. The full feeling made you whimper softly before he seated himself to the hilt inside you. He grunted softly and leaned over your back.

“Still nothing to say?” He pulled out and snapped his hips back against your cheeks, a desperate cry ripping through your throat. He chuckled and found a good rhythm, the sound of skin slapping together filling the abandoned warehouse the two of you occupied. Your ragged breaths and his grunts filled your ears as he fucked you.

“S-Silco…!” You cried out his name, to which you were rewarded with two rough thrusts. “Yes! Feels so fucking good, ah!”

“That’s it- hah - Tell me how good it feels when I fuck your tight little ass, boy,” he growled into your ear and reached his hand around to pump your shaft meticulously. You clenched around him slightly, earning a guttural groan from him. You were so close. And he knew it.

“Want me to fill you up? Hm?” He teased into your ear, licking and kissing the shell of it as he pounded into you. You whimpered and moaned for him, trembling on your hands and knees. You held yourself up, leaning back against him as best as you could. He grunted softly and kept stroking your cock. A slight shift and he was hitting your prostate hard and with precision, which had you seeing fucking stars.

“F-Fuck! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and felt yourself falling over the edge. He thrusted hard into you once, twice, and then he let out a shattered moan. He came inside you, cock twitching as he pumped his cum deep in your body. You shot ropes of your own cum onto the concrete floor beneath you. Shuddering breaths and moans falling from each of your lips as you came down from such an exquisite high.

You were the first to move to look at him. Your eyes wide, lips parted, you shook your head in disbelief. He recognized the look on your face and leaned in to kiss you. Your lips molded with his. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, caressing yours and claiming you as his. When he pulled back, a short string of saliva was the only thing connecting you two. And then, with the most shit-eating grin the man could muster, he spoke.

“Good meeting.”

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