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ughthisisntright · 9 months

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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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ughthisisntright · 2 months

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laura love's masterlist.

Welcome, friends, to my coveted masterlist. You may notice it's changed quite a bit since you've last seen it. This is because I have decided to focus my energy on Arcane: League of Legends. More specifically, Silco from Arcane. Below, you will find a full masterlist of all of my works for Silco:

For access to my other stories and shorts, you can find them here:

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And, as always, please do not hesitate to send me requests.

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ughthisisntright · 1 month

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so i might be working on a new fic...

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ughthisisntright · 10 months

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Puzzles & Pieces | Silco x Reader | Part 1

Summary: You sniff a little closer to Silco than you'd previously been. An unexpected visitor offers you more.

Warnings: None, general Arcane warnings.

Word Count: 1,976

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Normally rain would deter people from going out. It seemed that the potential for scoring some shimmer at the clubs was enough to drag the people from their homes and hovels just long enough to patronize The Last Drop for the night. As the sounds of people talking and music getting louder drowned out the rain, you still felt the thick tension between you and the man you worked for. It had been hours since the last time either of you had spoken,not even a grumble or a sigh coming from the older man behind the desk. It would be concerning if you didn’t know Silco so well, or at least you thought. He was a man of few words when it was just the two of you. He chose the least amount of words possible as much as he could.

You worked silently at your quaint desk. Your job title could be considered secretary, but you do a lot of the heavy lifting when it comes to the finances of Silco’s manufacturing plants. You were no slouch when it came to numbers. Despite what you may have told yourself when you were younger, the academy Topside was the place where you found your calling. Fortunately, for you, this meant you were more employable than the average trencher. You actually had a degree. And so, there you landed, the Eye of Zaun’s bookkeeper and secretary. The work had been steady for the last few years as Silco’s beloved “empire” began to swell with cash, followers, and most importantly: Shimmer.

Oh, how you loathed that substance. You thought the entire thing was madness - getting people high to get power. You thought it was the most backwards approach in the world. And yet here he was, untouchable, and on top of the world. You needed the money, and this was the best gig in town. Your resume alone was enough to convince the man, though you were confident in that even before you got the job. Still. Working around and with Shimmer was something that had your stomach uneasy most days.

You were woefully interrupted by the clearing of Silco’s throat, your head snapping up to look at your boss. You closed your ledger and looked at him inquisitively.

“Yes, Silco?”

“I need a break,” His voice was monotonous and dead. He was sitting back in his chair, head leaned against the beautifully upholstered furniture and his one good eye was cast on you.

You knew what a “break” was. You stood up and walked quickly over to the liquor cabinet he kept in his office for moments such as these. You pulled out his favorite whiskey and a rocks glass. Carefully, you picked one cube of ice from the ice bucket that sat on top of the cabinet and plunked it into the glass with a light plink! The sound cut through the tension in the room instantly. The intimidating man before you seemed to soften just at the prospect of having a whiskey.

You carefully poured the whiskey over the ice, watching the way it melted slowly under the liquor. Quietly, you put the bottle down on the wooden surface of the liquor cabinet. You walked over to Silco with the glass in your hand and a napkin in the other to catch the condensation. You set the napkin down first and couldn’t shake the feeling that his eyes were on you the entire time. You set the glass down and moved away to clean up the cabinet. A soft sigh resonated behind you, indicating he’d taken his first sip and deemed it acceptable. It was the usual routine. But the only thing that was off this time was the words that left his lips while you were cleaning up.

“Do you always have that look about you?” His voice sounded from behind you. Turning, you quirked a brow up at him.

“What look is that, sir?”

He smirked and took another sip from his whiskey, letting the question linger in the air like the stale scent of rain after a thunderstorm.

“Like you’re studying me,” he said simply. “I’ve noticed it for quite a while. You always have a… thoughtful distance in your eyes.”

“Perhaps that makes me a good secretary,” you gave him a humble shrug and walked back to your desk.

“I don’t appreciate being studied like some test subject,” he punctuated the words with what could only be described as poisonous disdain for your activities. “If you’re such a curious soul perhaps your efforts are wasted as my secretary. So, if you insist on collecting data about me, I’d suggest you do it from another position.”

He leaned forward, elbows planted on his desk as you slowly dragged your gaze up to meet his.

“Is that understood?”

A meek nod from you earned a disapproving tch to leave his mouth as he leaned back. He brought the glass to his lips and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor. You, however, did not back down from the challenge. You watched the way his face changed as he registered the different flavor notes of the whiskey on his tongue. The subtle twitch of his eyebrow when he swallowed and the burn of the alcohol coated his throat. The relief that washed over him as it settled in his stomach. It told you everything you needed to know, as far as his drinking habits go. With a smirk, you looked back down at your work before he could catch you staring.

He appreciated the finer things, but he couldn’t tell the difference between expensive and cheap whiskey.

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Silco finished his whiskey silently and the day went on. Every so often you found yourself observing him. Your work had more or less been completed for the day. You were organizing things for the next day so your work would go a little smoother. You turned the events of the day over in your head. He’d noticed your little side project without you even having to mention anything. Could he read people as well as you?

You were torn from your thoughts for just a moment when you heard Silco standing from his chair. You turned your head to look at him and he had paused by the window behind him, gazing out and letting out a sigh.

“This rain,” he started. “The lanes have been through enough, don’t you think?”

You stood and walked slowly over to him and stood at his left, staring out the window at the dark clouds and puddles on the ground outside of the Last Drop. You shook your head and sighed along with him.

“It’s enough we’re under the boot of Piltover’s ‘finest,’” you started. “The rain is simply just another way we’re mocked.”

Silco hummed in response, turning his head so he could see you. You turned your head after a moment, feeling his gaze, looking up into the one teal eye he had. His eyes raked over your face while you simply stood there. Was he sizing you up? Trying to show you how it feels to be observed the way you observed him? Whatever his motive, you quite honestly didn’t care. You weren’t sure why but you didn’t mind this at all.

He tilted his head and smirked slightly, letting out a soft chuckle. His eyes never left yours, though. He stood staring down at you like some museum exhibit. He leaned in a little closer to you, brows furrowing but his expression had softened just the tiniest bit. Had you not known the subtlety of his expressions, you would have missed it. His hand came to rest on your bicep as he moved just the tiniest bit closer to you. Your lips parted slightly, about to say something about the way he was staring, but a knock at the door jolted you both out of this pissing contest you’d found yourselves in.

“Come in,” Silco called in an emotionless tone. Sevika strode into the room, unaware of just what was happening.

Silco turned to you but you had already made your way to your desk to grab your notebook. You looked back up at him, gave a nod of understanding, and left the room so they could have their meeting.

As the door closed behind you, your mind whirled. What in the Gods' names was that? Had you been studying the wrong parts of him? Busying yourself too much with the mundane that you forgot he is, in fact, a human? The scientist in you was kicking you for forgetting the most important rule of study: Never forget the soul of the one you study.

And you’d done just that. You’d let yourself get carried away pickaxeing away at Silco’s psyche that you forgot he has a real, beating heart in there. You wondered what it would be like to see him wear it on his sleeve. You wondered if he’d ever done that. You wondered what it would be like to be loved by someone like him.

Realistically, the person he would become romantically involved with should be someone who understands his business and the cause the business supports. They should understand the demanding schedule he’s on, the dedication he has to the cause. They should be able to forgive the sins of his business practices, look the other way when they have to, but be able to give him the business when needed. Someone who stands up for what they believe in but doesn’t step on his toes. And above all else, they should be able to see themselves at the top right next to him. They should believe in Zaun just as much as he does.

You didn’t realize how much Silco is probably drowning in his loneliness despite being at the top of the game, as far as Chembarons go. Everyone, everything is a liability to him. Another sack of coins as far as his concerns went. The only person you’d ever seen Silco get worked up about was Jinx. And even then you weren’t too sure how deep that relationship went. As far as you knew, it was a symbiotic relationship at best.

You were once again pulled from your thoughts when the young girl in question appeared in front of you out of nowhere.

“Hey!” Her voice was chipper, and her goggles were covered in a vibrant paint. She must have been working. “What are you doing out here? Doesn’t he need you in there?” She jammed her thumb in the direction of Silco’s office, a brow raised and a small pout on her face. You only smiled and shook your head.

“I’m the secretary, Jinx,” you said with a small laugh. “I don’t think he wants me knowing about every illegal bidding of his. Plausible deniability.” She scoffed off the comment and shook her head.

“You already know! Doesn’t he realize that?”

“I don’t think it matters,” you said softly. There was then a small silence between you two, something that usually never happened. You took this as an opportunity to gather more evidence from a reliable source. “Jinx?”

Her head snapped back in your direction, eyes wide with anticipation and excitement.

“Can you tell me more about him? Silco, I mean,” you gave her a smile, one that showed her you meant no harm. Because you really didn’t, it was just such a curious thing working around someone and hardly even knowing them. A large grin crossed her face as she nodded eagerly. She grabbed your hand and dragged you down the stairs. Any chance of going back into that office and finishing what you two had started completely flew out the window once your feet started down those steps. Then, Jinx called to you over her shoulder.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know!”

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ughthisisntright · 10 months

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Puzzles & Pieces | Silco x Reader | Part 2

Summary: Jinx gives you more clues to the Silco puzzle. You realize you have to intervene somehow. You turn to an old friend.

Warnings: General Arcane warnings.

Word Count: 1,672

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Jinx, as eccentric as she was, was nearly just as predictable as the weather patterns in the Undercity. She was promised as the mornings were, booming thunder and striking with lightning whenever she came around. There was never a doubt in anyone’s minds when she came around that she was meant to be the Eye of Zaun’s perfect daughter.

And so, when she came around you, you knew that the perfect way in which she meshed with Silco’s life would help you gather more details about the man you’d come to work for. The man you’d even come to admire.

The rain poured down hard as the young girl led, no dragged you to her workshop. Your feet only betrayed you a few times as she pulled you along. Fortunately her workshop was nearby. Anything to keep her close to her father.

“Okay,” she started with a hint of excitement. “I know you wanted me to give you some stories about Silco, but I have to show you the project I’ve been working on!” She bounded around her desk and all you could see was flashed of her blue hair, metal, and brightly colored chalk. She appeared to be drawing something.

“Well, you know I’m always up for seeing new things, Jinx,” you offered her a smile as she approached you with her hands behind her back.

“Ready?” She said with a grin.

“Ready.” Your smile never faltered, holding her gaze as she revealed what looked like a scale model of an airship. It had a crude drawing of a monkey on the side and her name signed on the side. That must have been what she was drawing. “What’s this for?”

She beamed and placed it down in your hands before scampering over to the other side of her workspace. She produced some blueprints.

“I stole the blueprints on how to make one of these things,” she explained. “Silco wants me to make one so we have some kind of arsenal against Topside! This one will be filled with my bombs. All set to trip if someone steps on the airship who isn’t supposed to be there-”

“Jinx,” you said softly. “Why would your father want to bolster our weaponry?” She gave you a funny look.

“Don’t you know?” She tilted her head. As you shook yours, she grinned again.

“He’s trying to free us!”

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Your mind whirled and thundered with this new information. Silco was planning a revolution? You knew he was a revolutionary back when he was younger but you’d never considered he still had the same blood running through his veins at his age. You admired the idea of being free from Piltover, but the way in which he seemed to want to go about it was all wrong.

You had spent the afternoon with Jinx talking about this vision he had. Sure, you knew about his dream of an independent Zaun and the plans laid on the surface for how to achieve it. But now that you knew his true plan, you grew worried. And still, that ache in your chest perplexed you whenever you felt it.

“He always told me that you must be prepared to stop at nothing to become what your enemy fears,” Jinx had explained. “To do anything and everything to achieve real power.”

“But, won’t plunging Piltover and Zaun into war make things worse for us? Give them more reasons to push us down?” You had been trying your hardest to remain as neutral as you could. You just weren’t sure how to react to all of this.

“He says that these things are necessary for a change like this to happen,” she shrugged and turned back to her work. You quietly excused yourself after some more lighthearted small talk that Jinx was more than happy to participate in. You had to get upstairs and plan.

You simply wouldn’t let him hurl the city into war.

When you returned to Silco’s office, Sevika was stepping out with an irritated look on her face. She gave you a hard glare before huffing off down the stairs. You took the opportunity to walk back in and take your seat at your desk.

Silco never acknowledged you. It was as if what happened before you left was just in his imagination as he stared down at the papers in front of him. Did he ever take a real break?

Hours more went by in silence, the two of you pouring into your work as the day dragged onward. You were spreading your time between filing things away as usual and devising a plan to help Silco achieve his goal without war. And you think you had it down.

The sound of him clearing his throat pulled you from your thoughts. He was standing by his beverage cart, pouring himself a whiskey. You looked back at his lanky figure and watched him pour the liquor with ease. You felt that same bit of satisfaction from before when he’d drank your cheap substitute. You had replaced the whiskey with his preferred brand since your research was complete. And once he took a sip without question, your hypothesis was confirmed - he really didn’t know the difference.

“You seem to be lost,” Silco hummed as he finished his sip. “You’re staring again.”

You shook your head and stood, walking to the wet bar and taking the whiskey from his hand.

“Not lost,” you said with a smile. “Just… Looking.” He eyed you up and down before taking another sip.

“Where did you go earlier?” How do you even tell him you were with his daughter?

“I was with Jinx,” you said softly. “She was showing me something she’d been working on. You should have seen her face, she was so excited.” You gave him a smile and wiped up some condensation off the top of the bar.

“Oh?” His curiosity had been piqued. “And why did she show you?”

“We’ve been growing closer, sir, it’s only natural.” The narrowing of his eyes showed he didn’t believe you, but you weren’t even going to try and waste your breath convincing him. That would surely fuel his doubts more. You simply smiled a little wider and turned to walk back to your desk.

Until you felt a hand on your wrist, gripping firmly.

You turned and looked up at Silco whose face had hardened and he was studying you with that one gorgeous eye. The pounding in your chest resembled the rain that poured down outside - unceasing and obvious. He drew you in closer, his hand running up your forearm and then over your elbow. His fingers traced over your bicep and curled around your shoulder. You fought the shiver that ran down your spine and simply stared into his eyes, lips parted, and breathing becoming a touch heavier.

He took hold of the collar of your shirt between two of his slender fingers, rubbing it between them, before tracing lightly down to the first button you had buttoned. Bold, you thought. Your fingers twitched at your sides. You weren’t sure what to do with him staring you down like this. But you knew you didn’t mind it.

Then you recalled a particularly intimate moment the two of you had shared months ago. You’d mindlessly ran your hands down his chest and he’d actually sighed. A content sigh. So, just like back then, you placed one hand gingerly over his vested chest. You slid it slowly down the front of his body and stopped when you heard his breath hitch. Looking up at him again, you felt a surge of empowerment.

He set his glass of whiskey down and used his free hand to encircle your waist. He pulled you closer to him, looking all over your face for any signs of protest. He leaned a little closer, his own lips parted as he grew ever closer to yours. You let him close in on you and placed your other hand on his shoulder, the other still against his chest. He was so close, you could smell the whiskey on his breath and cologne on his neck. You were inches apart, just close enough to where if one of you leaned a hair more, you’d have your lips pressed together.

And just when he was about to do exactly that, he leaned in close to your ear and spoke in a low tone.

“Don’t make me regret hiring you, child,” he spoke directly against your ear, drawing your head against his and growling the words. He released you slowly as you nodded your head in silence. You watched as he picked up his glass and took another sip.

When he moved to release you, you took a couple of steps back. He smirked down at you before turning to step to the window. He looked out at the rain and the puddles it formed on the streets, all while there was a storm brewing inside as well.

You sank down into your chair when you’d finally stumbled back over to your desk. You swallowed hard and stared at his back while you regained your composure. You shook your head slightly before looking down at the paper in front of you. You’d been mapping out how to free the Undercity peacefully. It wouldn’t be long before tensions became too high and Silco decided enough was enough. He’d been patient for many years before this. You were sure it wouldn’t take much now.

You stared at the list you’d written for your plan. You trusted Silco as a leader, but you didn’t trust Piltover to fight fair and clean. You had to intervene, even if you were just a secretary. You scanned the page and your eyes fell to the list of people you knew that could be of some assistance. One name was written with several circles drawn around it; the catalyst to your plan, the one person who you knew could help prevent war between these two cities:

Jayce Talis.

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ughthisisntright · 10 months

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Puzzles & Pieces | Silco x Reader | Part 4

Summary: Silco begins his investigation into your true motives, but the plan might be too much.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, sex toys, sexual torture, general Arcane warnings.

Word Count: 2,566

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“Are you positive that this is the plan?” Jayce Talis’ voice sounded throughout the grand meeting room as you sat before him. You'd briefed him on the very vague plan you'd put together since your last meeting. The councilor seemed even more troubled by it now than he had a week ago.

“I’m sure,” you said firmly. “He’ll either negotiate a peace, or wage war. Either way, Piltover is in trouble. The people of the undercity may not disagree with Silco’s motives, but they certainly do not want to see war.”

“Your people are my people,” he said sharply. “This body oversees the undercity and all its cohorts. You're asking me to convince this council to heel to the musings of one power-drunk man?” Your nose crinkled in irritation at the jab.

“You sound like the rest of them,” you started. “It’s so easy to let them convince you this isn’t the way to do things. That there won’t be any war, no upheaval, but let me be perfectly blunt - there will be war.”

You leaned forward in your seat and narrowed your eyes at Jayce.

“I’m not asking you to do anything, Jayce,” you shot back. “I’m telling you that war is coming. Whether you and your council want to acknowledge it or not, Silco is untouchable in the undercity. They will follow, willingly or not. Silco has power, yes, but he has more brains than this entire body in the same room.

But what he doesn't realize is that he has a dark horse - me. I’m trying to save lives. Lives that freedom can't even justify losing. You sit here and do nothing, continue business as usual, you'll lose more than you should. Listen to me? Listen to these warnings? You're saving Piltover and the Undercity a lot of heartache.”

Jayce pinched the bridge of his nose. Annoyance was clear on the man’s face as you spoke. He knew you were right, but he really didn't like it.

“How long do we have?” He asked warily.

“Two weeks,” you said softly. “He has massive shipments of Shimmer coming in this afternoon. Not to be interrupted, might I add. He mustn't know I’m involved in any of this.”

Jayce scoffed and stood from his seat, he walked to the window and shook his head. He looked out over the city, watching the smog and filth billow down to the undercity. “I can’t guarantee anything,” he said with a laugh. You stood abruptly and walked to him, grabbing his wrist. He turned to look at you. Your face must have said it all as his expression softened.

“Do we understand each other?” you growled. You realized just how close you were to him, nose to nose nearly. His gaze flicked between your eyes and yours between his.

Jayce then hung his head and nodded, but the gesture was lost on the enforcer who'd wandered in and out silently.

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Silco tapped a cigar lazily on his desk as he received report from the men he employed, shipment details and artillery. The usual. They bored him with their predictions, musings, and passions about the brewing war between the two cities. He remembered being a vigilante when he was their age. Big, fat, neon-sign aspirations of a new world where Piltover stayed in their lane, and Zaun rose from their slop and runoff.

It was a much simpler time. Before Vander cut him down, abandoned him, betrayed him. He did have Vander to thank for getting the ball rolling Topside. He had an in with their finest, a base, and he'd already instilled a sense of independence into these people that it wouldn't take much convincing to get them on his side.

But now, here he was, daughter in one hand, and a crippling grip on a crumbling city. He needed to move quickly and efficiently if he wanted to succeed. That is, if Piltover wasn't able to be persuaded peacefully. He wasn't sure what he was willing to lose for this. He'd keep his precious daughter as safe as possible. He'd keep those closest to him safe. He first, however, needed to decide who exactly it was that was close to him.

Sevika, of course, for all the obvious reasons. She was the first one to abandon Vander when things began getting rockier Topside. Ran, Lock, the others. These people have been with him since the beginning of his operation. The ones in Stillwater would remain where they were, a lost cause. Anyone under his employ, he considered, would be kept safe.

But where did that leave you?

Silco turned it over in his mind for a few minutes, drowning out the words of the men in front of him as they rambled on about what they'll do to the enforcers when they breach the barricades. He recalled your last moment alone together. Things have moved quickly since the last he saw you. Sure, you were his assistant, but that meant a lot of running around on your part. You'd seen him in passing, shared glances and nods of acknowledgement, but nothing further. Nothing physical.

Oh, how he wanted you. He needed you again, in such a compromising position as the one you'd found yourself in just one week ago. Hands all over, flushed cheeks and desperate little cries that had him keening as he fucked his fist later that evening. It was only a matter of time. But you? Oh, you. He’d protect you at all costs. He put you on that same pedestal that Jinx sat upon.

As his visions came to an end, so did the droning of the men before him. He heard a knock at the door and cleared his throat.

“If you boys are through,” he said, voice laced with boredom. “I do have another meeting waiting outside.” The men left while chatting between themselves, leaving room for the man waiting outside to walk in.

“Marcus,” Silco drawled. “I presume you bring news of operations Topside?”

The enforcer could only smirk while taking a seat across Silco’s desk. Picking his head up, Silco narrowed his eyes at the man.

“Don't tell me everything at once, now,” he mused sharply.

“Seems to me the castle will come crashing down all around you, Silco,” Marcus teased. “Your girl’s got an in with the council, and she’s pretty cozy with Councilor Talis.”

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The journey back to the lanes was a long one. You hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that you were being watched. The uneasy feeling pooled in your stomach like the water on the streets in little puddles you stepped in as you walked. You just needed to get back to the Last Drop.

You were greeted by the two regular bouncers at the door as you pushed your way inside, shoving past the sweating mass of bodies as you made your way to the stairs in the back. It was sweaty, blurry, and all around hot. You just needed to get upstairs.

You heaved yourself up the steps and pushed the door to Silco’s office open. No one here. Odd for this time of day, but you chalked it up to his preparations for a revolution. You sat down at your desk and took out the notepad you had been using to make your plan.

You wrote down Jinx’s name next, knowing she was the one you needed to talk to. You’d have to give her some kind of project to keep her busy. Keep her from completely finishing the task her father had given her before it’s too late. You figured you’d use your little knowledge to your advantage - you knew Silco’s birthday was soon.

You heard Silco’s footsteps approaching the door and slipped the pad away into your desk, fixing your glasses on your face, and picking up the clipboard with shipping manifests on it and a pen. You knew you had to make it look like business as usual.

Silco strolled in casually. He held a whiskey in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. He seemed to be studying it a little too hard. You worried he had already figured out your scheme, but the thought was pushed away once he turned his head toward you.

“You disappeared on me,” he said slowly. “I was worried you’d quit.” A smirk played at his scarred lips and you could only shake your head.

“No,” you croaked. “Just attending to some personal business. I didn’t think it would take so long.” You weren’t completely lying. You didn’t think Jayce would have wasted your time today, but he did. And as for the personal aspect… He was a dear friend. But that was all. You simply needed a favor and he couldn’t step up yet. Hopefully, though, you had gotten through to him. And hopefully he didn’t need to see you again to tell you the council’s worries.

“Hmmm,” Silco hummed in response. “Then why am I receiving word you were speaking with Councilor Talis this morning?” You clenched your jaw but refrained from letting the fear in your body show.

“Sir,” you said softly while standing to walk to him. He needed a refill anyway. “I studied with Jayce when I was younger. We were merely having a catch-up.” You lifted his glass from his hand as he eyed you warily.

“That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

You poured the whiskey slowly, suddenly feeling a prickle on the back of your neck. You turned your head slightly to see Silco upon you, behind you. His hands came to rest on your hips and sank into your skin gently. He leaned in close, breath hot against your neck and ear.

“Then why am I being told it seemed more intimate than just a catch-up?” He growled in your ear. You let out a shaky breath and set the whiskey bottle down. You leaned back against him ever so slightly as you answered him.

“I don’t know who wants to get under your skin,” you started. “But Jayce and I are simply old friends. Nothing more.” A low growl came from Silco’s chest as he pressed himself against you more. His hands slid forward to your hip bones, one coming to rest right above the spot where a familiar heat began to pool.

“Just old friends,” he repeated. “Make sure it stays that way, yes? I can’t have my assistant becoming too friendly with the Council.” He nipped at your earlobe and chuckled before taking your chin in his hands and wrenching your head to look at him.

“You understand, yes?”

You nodded pitifully and let your lips part as he stared down at you. He took the hand that held your hips still and pulled the whiskey glass up to his mouth. He took a healthy sip and then set the glass down.

“Good.” He drawled. He leaned in closer to you, just a breath away from kissing your lips, only to press his against your collarbone. The cold sensation from the whiskey made you gasp and shiver, feeling his tongue all over your pulse point and sucking sinful marks into your skin.

He was making this harder than it had to be.

When he’d finally had his way, he pulled away from you with a dark grin on his face. You swallowed hard and eyed him carefully, though the lust and desire were ever present on your face and in your eyes. This pleased him, it appeared, as he leaned back in to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t make me regret trusting you,” he said, voice like honey. “I don’t want to have to find another assistant.” You nodded frantically in his arms. His grip on you tightened as he dragged you back with him to his chair. He propped you on his knee and slid his hand up the skirt of your dress. His fingertips brushed the fabric of your underwear and you visibly shivered.

“I think it’s time I start studying you instead,” he mused with a smirk. His finger traced lines up and down your clothed slit. He could feel the way your muscles contracted at his touch. “I’ve been under your microscope for so long and I’d like you under mine.”

You bit back a whimper as his finger traced the most sensitive skin on your body with calloused but nimble fingers. You cursed yourself for the reactions your body was giving him. It wasn’t fair to be teased and poked and prodded. All you’d done was watched him.

“I want to know more about you, dear,” he crooned. “I want to know your favorite foods, songs, and especially the way you sound when in such compromising positions such as this.” His thumb traced the outline of your clit slowly over your underwear and you keened. A whine dropped from your lips as your head fell forward against his shoulder. He pushed you back up in response with a low chuckle.

“Now, how am I supposed to gather accurate data when I can’t see your face?” His tone was teasing, taunting. And all you wanted to do was scream. His fingers shouldn’t be this exquisite over your clothes. But they are, and you can’t hide the arousal soaking your panties. He slides his fingers over it and grins.

“What am I going to do with you, hm?” He drew his fingers back and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, and his one good pupil blew wide with desire. Ever a man of self-control, however, he pulled your skirt down and pulled you up to your feet.

“Perhaps a field study will be best,” he pulled a small toy from the drawer where he kept his cigars. “It sits inside you, but has this little apparatus that seals around that beautiful bundle of nerves I was becoming acquainted with just now. You’ll wear this until I’ve thoroughly examined you.”

You examined the toy, small and black, made of silicone and you noticed two blinking lights on the very bottom. He then held up a small remote and turned it on.

“This will only work when you’re nearby,” he turned it off. “So I can control the experiment properly.”

Silco grinned and pulled you back into his lap. He slid both hands up your skirt and pulled your panties to the side. The toy slid in easily due to the slick from your torment previously. It sat comfortably and the small hook on the front enclosed your clit completely. You knew what it would do, but you were ever terrified of the way it would interfere with your concentration.

“How long will this last?” You managed to squeak out. He shook his head.

“Now why would I let you know that? It could affect the results,” he kissed your cheek gently before adjusting your panties and allowing you to stand up. “Go home and get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day… For you.”

You took three shaky steps before the toy turned on inside you. You leaned against your desk and felt the gentle suction on your clit and a rough rumbling against your g-spot. You choked out a gasp as you got used to the feeling. You gathered your belongings slowly, feeling Silco’s eye burning a hole into the back of your head.

Tomorrow will absolutely be a long day.

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In the Night | Silco x Reader

Summary: Your nightmares seem more realistic these days...

Warnings: PTSD-like symptoms, panic attack symptoms, anxiety, terror, nightmares

Word Count: 1,545

All was quiet. Too quiet.

All you could hear was your own heartbeat. But where was he?

Thoughts swirling, you were reminded of the time Silco had left you in the dark when his men had finally zeroed in on Vander. That day - that night was about the worst night you’d ever had. Constantly overthinking you kept yourself awake until the man had returned to you. You still remember what he told you.

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Puzzles & Pieces | Silco x Reader | Part 3

Summary: You've turned to a new friend, but Silco may be hot on your tail.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, female masturbation, general Arcane warnings

Word Count: 2,160

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Your feet hit the slippery stone walkways as you made your way to the home of your esteemed friend, Jayce Talis. Or, as he was better known now, Councilor Talis. You cringed at the pomp and circumstance of the title. Did the people in Piltover really need all these bells and whistles?

No matter, you were here for a reason. You knocked on the door and were greeted by his lovely mother, smile and all, and a warm hug. A flurry of questions and compliments floated you to the young man’s bedroom where he was sitting at a rickety desk with a pencil in-hand. You knocked gently as his mother walked away, humming a tune. Jayce turned around and smiled immediately upon seeing you.

“Wow, how long has it been?” He stood and gave you a hug, which you graciously returned. He then offered you his chair so you could sit. You sat down and took a deep breath. Seeing the trouble on your face, he immediately changed his demeanor.

“I thought I would let you know… There’s trouble in paradise, Jayce,” you looked up at him with worry written all over your expression. “Silco is planning a revolution of some sort.”

His eyes widened at the mention of a revolution. He leaned back against the wall behind him and put a hand on his face.

“You’re certain?” He questioned. You nodded solemnly. He let out a sigh and ran the hand down his face. He shook his head and appeared to have dived into thought. You sat with him in silence for a while. He always appreciated silence when he was thinking, after all.

“Okay,” he said after a while. “What do you want me to do about that?”

A relieved smile came across your features at this.

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You tapped the end of your pen against the notepad in front of you anxiously, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You had been writing down supply orders for Silco when you’d zoned out completely, thinking about the true intention for the items coming in these shipments. Was he learning to weaponize shimmer? Was he trying to scare them? Or was it something entirely sinister and fuelled by a thirst for power?

Tap tap tap.

Your heart rate picked up at the very thought of war with Piltover. It wasn’t something you’d ever seen, or even thought of occurring in your lifetime.

Tap tap tap.

Jayce’s words bounced in your head as you tried to calm yourself. “I’ll work on the council,”

Tap tap tap.

“You focus on him.” That was the problem - you can’t stop focusing on Silco.

Tap tap tap.

“Are you trying to kill me?” A bored voice sounded from behind you. Directly behind you.

You turned and came face-to-face with Silco. His good eyebrow was cocked curiously and he stared down at you like a parent might stare at their child when scolding them. You shook your head slowly and then realized it was your incessant tapping that pissed him off.

“I-I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. “I must’ve been lost in my own thoughts.” You set the pen down and looked down at your paper. Nothing telling, fortunately, but Silco could definitely tell that there was something bothering you.

“Try to stay focused on our cause, child,” he all but spat at you. “You know I have no time for daydreaming.” A frantic nod of your head satiated his anger as he was walking away slowly to his desk.

You turned the thought over in your head - was this still your cause, too? You wanted independence, but you weren’t convinced this was the way to go about it. He was hellbent on destroying Piltover. But they were just products of generational oppression. They didn’t create it. At least, not the current council. They certainly don’t do anything to change it, though. But they seem more amenable to talks of peace and independence than the previous council. In all your years of research for Silco, you’d gathered that much.

You turned your attention back to the shipping manifest in front of you. It looked more like supplies for Jinx to make more bombs and other artillery. You sighed heavily and signed off on it before setting it aside. It was going to be a long day.

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Silco called your name, much like he normally does when he’s exhausted. Without even having to say anything, you were up and pouring him a drink. You took out the bottle of whiskey and carefully took the cap off. You grabbed a glass and examined it for any blemishes. You then set an ice cube into the glass carefully before letting the whiskey pour over the frozen chunk, watching it melt ever so slightly.

You walked the glass over to his desk and set it down gently on a coaster in the corner of his desk. You were about to turn to put everything away, though, something new happened today.

Silco grabbed your wrist gently, much unlike the usual way he snatches your hands up in the possessive way he does. You turned to look at him and his face was not scrunched in displeasure, rather, it was calm and content.

“You pour me drinks every day,” he said softly. “You deserve one, too, don’t you think?”

You swallowed hard and let your lips part slightly before you nodded your head slowly. He stood slowly, releasing your wrist, and walked over to the beverage cart. He poured your whiskey for you and came back with the glass in his hand.

“I can’t help but notice you seem out of sorts today, my dear,” he said smoothly. You sipped the whiskey carefully.

“I can’t help but be out of sorts, sir,” you smirked up at him. He took a step closer and tilted his head slightly.

“And why is that?” He challenged.

“Jinx,” you started. “She told me some things about the operation here. Things I’m sure you didn’t want me to know.”

An angry twitch of his eye proved that you were not, in fact, supposed to know. He acted carefully, however. He wouldn’t do anything until he knew your intentions.

“And?”

“I’ve just been thinking about it. What war would look like between us and Piltover,” you continued. “I don’t like the thought but…” You then remembered Jinx’s words - Silco’s words. And just then, you realized exactly what you needed to do.

“These things are necessary for this kind of change, I suppose.”

His lips quirked up into a smirk. He set his glass down and took yours from your hands, setting it down on his desk as well.

“You’re talking like I once did,” he said in a low, hushed tone. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re trying to butter me up for something.” His hands trailed up your arms slowly.

You shook your head frantically but remained in place. Your lips parted to say something but he pressed his finger to them gingerly.

“Don’t,” he said softly. “If you are to assist me properly with this cause it’s better for you to understand the motives behind it. Jinx may have let a little too much information slip, but something tells me from the way you constantly observe me that you already had your suspicions.

“I expect you to assist me without hesitation, without question, and without a doubt in your mind that this is what we need to be free.” He leaned in closer to your face, lips simply a breath away from yours. “Do we understand each other?”

You nodded gently, staring into his grand teal eye. He seemed to enjoy seeing you this way, small and completely beholden to him. He slowly gripped your waist, pulling you in flush against his chest.

“Tell me,” he purred. “What else did Jinx tell you?” He pressed the side of his head against yours and spoke directly into your ear. “Did she tell you about all the other dealings I manage? About the dirty deeds I need done?”

“No…” Your voice came out more breathless than you had wanted. “She only told me you planned on freeing Zaun.”

“I see,” he chuckled softly and moved his hands from your hips up your shirt, calloused fingertips grazing the smooth skin of your sides. A shiver ran down your spine, causing you to press further into him.

Not that you minded, anyway.

“So given you haven’t quit,” his fingers brushed the fabric of your thin bra just above where sparks began to fly. “You’ll stick by me, yes?”

“Yes,” you breathed. He slid one hand out from under your shirt and ran his fingers through your hair, gently grabbing a fistful and pulling your head back to look him in the eye. He looked down at you with what could only be described as hunger. You wondered in that moment if he’d been this intimate with someone in the last decade.

“Good,” the word left his lips just before they connected with your neck. He backed you up against the wood of his desk and you hit it with a thud. Shoving you onto the surface, your legs wrapped around his waist as he ravaged your neck. Your shaky hands finally found purchase on his vest, making fumbling movements to unbutton it. He caught you, however, shaking his head and smirking.

“I’m not in that much of a rush, darling,” he mused. “You’ll have to learn to be more patient.” His fingers dipped into the valley between your legs. Rubbing your clothed mound firmly, you found yourself letting out a small moan. Something was lit inside Silco’s body as he reeled back and smacked you there, a shriek escaping your lips.

“I’ll have to teach you,” he cooed. “Good thing you’re my assistant, otherwise this would be even more excruciatingly slow for you.”

“Sil… Silco…” your pitiful whimper was silenced by his finger once again. You shook your head frantically and parted your lips against his digit.

“Ah, ah,” he chuckled softly and pulled you off the desk. “Back to those manifests,” he carefully pulled you off his desk, straightening out your clothes for you, before turning to go back to his chair. You walked in a daze to your seat, running a hand through your hair as you sat down. A shaky breath left your lungs and you pulled that pen back into your hand.

Eyes scanning over the manifests for the rest of the day, the ghost of Silco’s hands tickled your body every so often when you found yourself thinking about what had happened earlier. You hadn’t been so obvious with your staring and observing that he saw what laid beyond those inquisitive glances and eyebrow quirks, have you? You refused to believe you were as desperate as the whores at Babette’s, even if you had been one once before. You could say with confidence that you were once desperate, but now, you had a second chance.

Old habits must really die hard in the Lanes.

Once home, in the quiet confines of your own little apartment, you laid down in your bed and allowed yourself to go over what had happened that day completely. You’d began your plot to free Zaun without violence, you’d connected more dots as to what Silco’s plan was, and then… Silco put his hands on you.

He put his lips on you.

Tingly sensations bloomed from your aching core; he’d really left you high and dry. Chasing a release, even if just for a moment, you found yourself slithering your hand down into your panties. Your middle finger dipped into your entrance to gather some of your warm slick. You dragged it up over your clit and rubbed small, soft circles over it. Teasing. Just like he’d done to you. You closed your eyes and imagined Silco instead of your hand.

His slender fingers curling and uncurling inside your tightness, just as you were doing right now. His tongue licking your clit and lips sealing around it to suck harshly. The thought alone made you moan out loud. You saw the animalistic look in his eye when he’d ad you right where he wanted you. Did he know just how badly you wanted him?

You choked out a moan as your orgasm washed over you. It hit you suddenly, unannounced, but nonetheless blissful and needed. Your breaths came out ragged and you slipped your hand from your panties. Licking yourself off your fingers, you sighed softly at the thought of Silco doing the same. You got up to relieve yourself, washed your hands, and got back into bed, pulling the covers up over yourself and closing your eyes. Silco’s voice sounded in your head, taunting you with his promise of a slow build. How it wouldn’t be too bad, or as excruciating as it could be.

No, you thought. It’s going to be even more painful, now, Silco.

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Shakespeare | Silco x Reader

Summary: A steamy moment with the Eye of Zaun.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+

Word Count: 2,009

Fire dances… Bringing warmth. Cleansing heat. And embers… take my worries… to the sky.

Oh, how you wished he would speak this way forever. The way Silco’s breathless poetry whistled its way past your ear was like a spell being cast upon you. The man had to have been well-educated to speak with such prose. A rhythmic pounding in your chest told you this was simply how he was. A hopelessly romantic, effortlessly sexy, and charming man. That same pounding told you in a commanding voice to snap out of it. This was no time for evaluations.

Hands smoothed up your back and to your shoulders. You felt the cool touch of delicate gold buttons on your bare chest as Silco pressed himself against you. He’d removed your shirt first, desperately wanting to taste your skin before it was too late. He kissed slowly down your neck, then to your collarbone, and between your breasts. He’d pay more attention to those later, but for now he needed to study your body. He ran his hands back down your back and hooked his hands on your hips. You breathed heavily with every bit of anticipation rising up in you as he worked you over skillfully. Your hands, shaking, reached to his vest to unbutton every last golden intricacy you could feel. In a flash his vest was gone. Then his shirt. You ran your hands down his toned chest and abdomen, letting out a shaky breath as you did. His good eye flicked up to meet your timid gaze. A smirk played on his lips - he knew you were excited.

His hands didn’t stop. They never stopped. Sliding calloused fingers up your back, cresting your shoulders and dragging down your chest. Nimble fingers played with your nipples gently and Silco’s hot breath warmed your neck. He gently kissed the soft skin of your neck, slowly moving his lips down to your collarbone. Gentle nibbling on your skin combined with his fingers trailing down your stomach to your hips ignited something in your stomach that caused you to cry out softly in pleasure. He just didn’t stop.

You felt the movement of his hands as he worked on unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his thighs. His lips broke from your skin only for a moment as he kicked the slacks to the side, his boots and socks having already been cast aside. He returned his scarred lips to your skin, suckling gently in random spots as he worshiped your figure. You let out a small gasp as he leaves his love bites on your neck and chest. Somehow, in your white-hot state, your hands found purchase on his head, fingers tangled in his now-disheveled locks. Salt and pepper locks in-hand, you tugged gently, guiding him down your chest and abdomen. He happily obliged. Then, the unthinkable happened.

The King, the industrialist, the Eye of Zaun, knelt before you, encircling his arms around your legs and kissing your hip bones. You trembled at the sight. He pulled away from your skin, a smirk on his lips. His curious eye seemed to almost glow in this lighting, either that, or he was possessed by some devilishly seductive creature.

“Hmmm,” he hummed in a deep growl. “I can take a hint, my lovely. After all, the look on your face is simply to die for.”

He stood and pushed you back onto his desk. Your legs flew open to accept him into your space, wrapping around his waist as he pulled himself flush against you. His lips once again attacked your neck, but this time in a more desperate way. Your body glistened with a shine of sweat. Silco’s was beginning to, but he was far more in control of these feelings than you were at the moment. You felt his shaft hard against your hip and you shuddered. You could already imagine how he felt. Not just from memory, but from the simple touch.

“Silco…” you started. “Does it bring you pleasure to see me squirm for you?”

The man laughed softly and pushed your hair aside. He kissed down your shoulder and then back up the other side of your neck.

“I find great pleasure in it, yes.”

You let out a soft moan before you felt a wandering sensation on your skin. One of Silco’s hands slithered slowly down in between your legs. With his index finger, he rubbed the line of your slit and slicked his skin with your arousal. As he ran his finger back down, closer to your core, he would push gently, then a little more, gradually building to his entire finger, knuckle deep, inside of you. He scraped your walls with the pad of his fingers, flicking your g-spot every time he felt it. The feeling of it all had you seeing stars.

Not to mention you were a moaning mess. The way he massaged your folds and worked your body was criminal. Your breaths became more labored as he began putting more effort into his movements, dipping a second finger in. He stretched you gently, still dragging his fingers along your walls. Your mewls only fueled his tirade. He was practically throbbing against you. And each pulse felt as if it were in sync with your moans and heavy breaths. You were quickly coming undone by the mere drag of a finger and it had you shaking. The trembling coaxed Silco’s fingers to withdraw from you, but he coated his erect cock with your own lubrication and pumped it slowly. He watched your pussy twitching and tightening in search of that high he deprived you of.

“Now, now, my lovely… You’ll have to wait,” his voice was a low, sultry growl. His eyebrows were knit together in a pleased manner, picking up the pace slowly as he pleasured himself. You, now having found your composure, reached up to grasp his cock and massaged his balls gently. A low groan left his lips and his head rolled back slightly. The feeling was incredible, and he couldn’t even explain it to you. He took his free hand and rubbed them against your slit once again. You were still soaked from before. He dipped three fingers in at once and curled them in and out of your dripping heat. Your synchronized moaning could have inspired symphonies.

You felt the familiar crest of an orgasm and made sure Silco knew. He, too, was nearing his end, but he wasn’t quite finished with you yet. He removed his fingers from your core, much to your dismay, and pulled his hips from your reach. He slammed his lips against yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. Your teeth clashed together, your lips bruised each other, and your hearts pounded in your chests. The animalistic urges deeply rooted in your DNA took complete control in that moment, and a feral moan erupted from your lips suddenly.

That same moment brought the sweet relief that your pussy craved more than anything. Silco slipped his painfully hard cock inside of you, stretching you, filling you completely. He let out a deep moan of his own as your noise of desperation rang throughout his office. Once he was seated to the hilt inside of you, he backed himself out of you only to snap his hips back against yours. The motion made the desk scrape against the wood floor, the squeak being louder than the second moan you let out. Hushed but desperate noises came from Silco’s lips as he filled you again. He laid you back onto his desk slowly. He then ran his hands down your arms, straightening them out at your sides, fingers curling over the edge of the desk.

“You might want to hold on, love,” he mused with a smirk. You would have been more inclined to protest if he didn’t feel this fucking good. He straightened up to his full height and hitched your legs around his waist, gripping your hips tightly. He then began to thrust in and out of your soaking wet core, his speed increasing exponentially. He was soon fucking into you at such a pace that you were sure at one point the desk would fall apart from all this abuse. His forehead was damp with sweat with a few strands of hair stuck to his pale skin. You gasped, moaned, screamed, begged as he ruined you. His pace was relentless, and his depth was spot on. It seemed the louder you got, the more aggressive he was. Which only spurred you on.

He huffed and puffed, moaning deeply as he felt you tighten around him every so often. The tightness in the deepest part of you had him seeing stars, though. The thought of you squeezing around him combined with the actual feeling drove him mad. Filth dripped from his lips as he found the spot that felt best for the both of you. Every time he fucked you like this, you sang him a song of delight. It was hypnotizing, and he was ready to hear your grand finale.

You felt a warm feeling radiating in your belly. Something deep inside of you was growing, ebbing, throbbing, and just had to be released. You moaned louder, Silco’s name falling from your lips with each powerful snap of his hips. The pressure was building, building, building, until he cried out your name in pure unadulterated bliss. Your vision went white, waves and waves of pleasure washed over your body, drowning you in ecstasy. Shrieks of your pleasure ripped through your throat as your back arched off the desk. Your orgasm wracked your body, every part of you trembling as the electric currents tore through you.

Not even a second after your orgasm struck you, Silco was bursting his cum inside of you, his cock twitching and orgasm suffocating him. He groaned loudly, his hips slowly coming to a stop as he fucked you through your orgasm and his own. He planted his arms on either side of your head, subsequently dropping your legs. You gasped softly and grabbed onto him instinctively. His head dropped to your shoulder and he panted heavily. Your arms then wrapped around him.

A few moments of silence passed between you two, the gentle thump of music downstairs in the bar brought you two back to Earth. Silco picked himself up and stared at you through tired eyes. Well, eye. You could have sworn you saw some love in there, but it was clouded by exhaustion. You cupped his cheek gently and kissed his nose. Still in a haze, the two of you sat up straight and regained some of your strength. As the two of you gathered your clothing, Silco stopped you. He looked into your eyes and swallowed hard. He then let out a soft sigh.

“I do love nothing in the world more than you, my lovely,” he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gingerly. “Is not that strange?”

“Shakespeare… You do know how to romance a woman,” you teased him with a smile. “I do love some Shakespeare, though.”

Silco smirked and kissed your hand again before handing you your clothes. He put his slacks back on and held up your underwear in two slender fingers. You tilted your head, unsure why he left those out.

“And these,” he started, slowly balling up the fabric. “Are going to stay with me,” He tucked the ball into his pocket and sat down in his chair. You clenched around nothing at the sight, knowing those would make an appearance in the near future.

“Now,” he started to put his shirt and vest back on. “I do have some work to attend to. So, if you wouldn’t mind cleaning yourself up. I’ll be taking you to dinner tonight.”

Heat rose in your cheeks and you nodded once, silently slipping out of his office into the adjoining bedroom. You closed the door and threw your clothes on the floor. Now, all that you felt was love.

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