#silco fanfiction
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Maybe Silco with a motherly Fem!Reader who adores Jinx? Something with breeding & pregnancy? Domestic bliss please?
Soft
Oooh, I do love some good domestic bliss... and I've always loved the idea of Silco's lover being a motherly figure for Jinx. Tbh, it would've solved so many problems in the show....
Rating: Explicit. 18+ ONLY, minors DNI
Pairing: Silco x Afab!reader.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: Breeding kink, sliiiiight degradation, Silco fantasizes about pregnant reader, cockwarming, y'all already know what's up
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You were by far the softest thing in Silco’s life. The Eye of Zaun -the most feared kingpin in all of the Undercity- was not a man who usually enjoyed life's softer, sweeter things, but you were the one exception.
He could still vividly remember the day you showed up at his door, demanding to see Powder. Silco had wanted nothing more than to laugh. It was ridiculous, the way you showed up alone and completely unarmed to The Last Drop and demanded things from him of all people. Under any normal circumstance, you would’ve never gotten past his bouncers at the door, but he could barely get Jinx to eat or respond to him. Her door was locked, and the lock was reinforced from the inside…. he was worried about his new daughter, and you seemed to know her. So, against his better judgment, Silco took one look at the motherly concern you seemed to show for Jinx and brought you to her door.
He watched carefully as you knelt in front of the door and took a deep, calming breath. “Darling, I know it’s been so hard, and you’ve been so brave… could you please come out and eat something? For me?”
The door flew open in a blinding flash of unkempt, neon blue hair, and Jinx was in your arms. The small girl was sobbing and clutching you so tightly, almost like she was afraid you’d disappear at any second. She was trying to say something, but her sobs distorted her words to the point they were unrecognizable.
You pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, picking her up as she buried her face into the crook of your neck. Silco watched in shock as you stood and turned to face him calmly. “What are your thoughts on soup?.”
In the span of five minutes, you had nearly kicked his door in to see Jinx, gotten her to come out of her room for the first time in a few days, and now you were asking him about…. soup??
“Excuse me?” He managed to say, a look of pure bewilderment still plastered on his usually smug face.
“She likes it, so I’m going to make some. You don’t look like you’ve eaten recently either, so I want to know if I need to make enough for three.” Your tone was soft but completely matter-of-fact as you stroked the young girl’s hair.
Silco nodded slowly. “Soup would be…. fine.”
Without another word, you simply turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen, murmuring words of comfort to the child in your arms.
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You were the brutally soft woman who had invaded Silco’s life and turned it upside down in the best way possible…. Which is how the Kingpin found himself in his current position: buried deep inside you, biting your shoulder as the thick, swollen head of his cock kissed your cervix.
The pain-tinged pleasure was almost blinding, but fuck, it was exactly what you wanted. It was enough to have you desperately moaning his name and your back arching. The Eye of Zaun kissed the column of your neck hungrily, trailing his lips all the way up to your ear. Silco’s warm breath caressed the shell of your ear as he nipped at the delicate skin before murmuring. “You’re sure about this, my lovely?”
“Silco, please.” You whined, voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you. “W-we talked about this. I want a baby…. I want you to get me pregnant.”
Silco growled in response, reaching up to palm the swell of your soft, generously curved breasts. He had you pressed back across the smooth wood of his desk, all of his papers and work carelessly thrown to the side as he took you roughly, with an almost singular purpose. The gold-trimmed bottom hem of the dress you favored had been roughly shoved up around the curves of your hips to allow him more room between your thighs. He leaned over to kiss you hungrily.
“Such a dirty girl,” he purred, sliding one of his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. Your tongue laved around it, eyelids fluttering shut in bliss as he pressed it in further.
Silco hissed at the sight, trailing his other hand up to caress the soft skin of your lower abdomen. He pressed down with the flat of his palm, making you cry out at the sudden pressure before following it with another gentle massage. “Wanting me to fuck you raw like this…. Such a pretty thing, and you want to carry my child.”
The thought of you pregnant was nearly enough to make him cum instantly. Your body would change… swell with the life he put inside you. Everyone would know it… Everyone would see his claim on you. Yes, Jinx would be getting a sibling, and Silco would be glad about that alone, but his true desires were much more selfish.
You whimpered as his clever fingers found their next target: one of your overly-sensitive nipples. Silco bit back a moan of his own, imagining your breasts swollen and heavy with milk. “Let me hear it again, lovely. Say my name.”
A particularly delicious thrust of his hips punctuated each word, and Silco’s name fell from your kiss-swollen lips. Your orgasm burned through your body as you fell apart beneath him, whimpering and begging him to finish, to give you what you craved most.
Silco’s beautiful green eye rolled back in bliss as his fingers forcefully dug into your hips, hard enough to leave bruises as he chased his own climax. His hips snapped into yours lewdly, and with one last strangled groan, the Eye of Zaun joined you in pure euphoria. The movement of his hips slowed, and you felt his warm seed fill you completely.
Your head dropped back against the desk with a soft thunk, your energy completely and utterly spent. Silco caressed your temple, raising one of your hands to his lips to kiss it gently.
“Beautiful…” he murmured, letting his gaze wash over you unashamedly and making no move to leave your warmth. You shifted your hips slightly, drawing a short, sharp hiss from your lover as you sighed contentedly, completely relaxed beneath him.
Silco dipped down to press more reverent kisses against your skin, his smooth, deep voice intensely comforting. “We are going to stay just like this for a few more minutes. It wouldn’t do for any of our hard work to go to waste.”
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Petulance
pairing: silco x fem!reader (nsfw)
AO3
summary: Silco sends you away to try to get some work done and you decide to be a horrendous little shit about it.
tags: fluff, smut, established relationship, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), good ol' mating press, teasing, bratty reader, simp silco
word count: 5.4k
adorably aesthetic mdni banner by @cafekitsune
a/n: hello! this is my first time writing in a looong while almost 10 years to be exact please don't look at me. but I had to get back into it with this shamelessly self indulgent fic of my favorite brooding king pin. I hope you enjoy!
Silco had thought it a bit odd at first, the ease with which you’d taken your leave from his office tonight. Ordinarily when he’d attempt to send you away in favor of getting his paperwork done in a more timely manner, you’d put up some form of sulky little protest.
An overemphasized pout coupled with a look of feigned sadness, eyebrows furrowed together when you’d offer to assist him with said work. Your reason being that it would ‘probably get done faster’ between the two of you.
A lie, and a blatant one at that. You were, on all counts, absolutely shit at keeping your focus on any tasks he’d try to give you. You knew it. He most certainly knew it. Truly he’d wonder why you’d even bother offering at all if you just spent most of the time trying to distract him anyway.
Still, he can’t say he isn’t amused by your actions. He finds these juvenile acts of yours terribly endearing for the most part, and even starts to look forward to them, knowing full well that he'll give in to just about anything if you’d simply ask it of him.
Which is why he can’t help but feel somewhat disappointed when you don’t do any of this at all, and Silco starts to regret his idiotic suggestion entirely until you throw a cheeky smirk his way instead.
“Alright, I think I’ll go bug Sevika for a bit.”
A single eyebrow quirk, followed by a low hum of approval.
“I’m sure she’ll be positively thrilled by that,” he replies, suppressing a smirk of his own at the thought of his second in command being pestered by someone almost half her size.
He’s still disheartened by your willingness to leave, but ultimately makes peace with it knowing that you’d more than likely return at some point. You give him a small wave with your fingers followed by a wink over your shoulder, and Silco doesn't hesitate to drag his gaze over your body shamelessly as it saunters out of his office.
About an hour passes, and the music coming from downstairs is just starting to pick up for the evening. You enter the room with a fluid sidestep, leaning back against the door once it closes behind you. His good brow raises slightly. “Back so soon?”
You don’t answer at first, instead making your way over to one of the tables in his office, like a cat quietly stalking about until something catches its interest. He watches you methodically as you settle for one of Jinx’s old trinkets that had been long discarded, carefully turning it over in your hand. “Sevika called me a menace.”
This time he makes no attempt to hide the subtle upturn from the corner of his lips. “I’m afraid I’m inclined to agree with her, my dear.”
“She seems pretty cranky tonight.”
“Hm, surely through absolutely no fault of your own.”
You bite the inside of your cheek in what he can only assume is an attempt to stifle a giggle before turning to face him with an adorably giddy expression that makes his chest tighten.
“Whatcha doin’?”
So innocent, as if you were completely unaware of the effect you had on him. Silco doesn’t answer you verbally, merely bringing his forehead to rest against his hand and lifting the piece of paper he’s holding in the air with the other. The sullen face you make doesn’t go unnoticed by him as you turn to put the gadget back down with an airy sigh.
“Well,” you drag the word out. “I guess I’d better let you get back to it.”
“Yes, that would be nice,” he says in turn, though it comes off more teasing rather than the displeasure he’s trying to convey.
You study his face for another beat or two before you finally respond. “Okay, if that’s really what you want.” It’s not. Not even in the slightest. “I’ll go see if Thieram needs any help at the bar.”
“My love, Theiram is more than capable of handling his responsibilities as a bartender alone. It’s why I hired him, in fact.” He pauses. “Have you perhaps considered staying up here and behaving yourself, rather than looking for more ways to wreak havoc amongst my employees?”
For a moment Silco thinks that he may be tipping his hand too soon, fearing that you’ve caught on to the fact that he’s basically been doing fuck all except sitting here and waiting for you to come back to his office. His suspicion only rises with the way you’re tilting your head and downright beaming at him with ill-disguised glee, like you’d been reading his every thought.
“If I stayed up here it certainly wouldn’t be to behave myself.”
The paper he’s holding makes an audible crunch sound, his hand crumpling the edge of it faintly in response to your suggestive remark.
Before he has the chance to reply with some snarky comment, you’re already heading towards the door, making a show of swaying your hips and giving him another view of the delicious swell of your backside before you take your leave again. His chair makes an audible groan as he leans back against it and lets out a lengthy sigh, running a hand through his hair and glancing down into his lap at the result of your seemingly endless torment.
Intolerable minx.
By the third time you make your way back up, only about half an hour has passed, and Silco’s all but given up on the prospects of getting any semblance of work done tonight. His thoughts being entirely permeated by you and the state you’d left him in.
The Last Drop is in full swing now, and the liveliness of everything going on downstairs comes through the open door as you re-enter his office. However this time, he makes no effort to acknowledge your arrival, his chair now facing away from his desk, turned instead towards the large stained glass window that bathes him in a sickly, pale green light. All the noise from the club gets muffled when the door shuts once again, followed by the sound of purposeful footsteps making their way over to him.
“Welcome back,” he states flatly, trying to sound as disinterested as he can manage in his current predicament while he looks over his clipboard in a vain attempt at trying to salvage what was supposed to be a productive evening.
“Hello there, almighty Eye of Zaun,” you chime back with a playful lilt in your voice. “Did you miss me?”
Silco’s eyes tick upwards and stare blankly at the window straight ahead, actively suppressing the urge to let out another heavy sigh. You were going to be the death of him at this rate, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind. How you managed to be both so insufferable and still so unbelievably charming he’ll never quite understand. Before he has the chance to turn his chair with an already fixed scowl, he hears a faint thud behind him, the distinct sound of glass meeting wood only slightly muted by a soft shuffling of papers.
A few seconds pass before Silco finally spins around to face you, seeing that a tumbler has been set down right on top of the paperwork he had been ruminating over all night. He’s also greeted by the sight of you already sitting in a chair directly in front of his desk, grinning from ear to ear. His heart swells at the sight and his scowl gradually melts away, only to be replaced by something more along the lines of skepticism when he takes in your expression fully.
Your smile is accompanied by what appears to be a look of pure satisfaction, though he has no clue as to why. His non-discolored eye narrows at you, like a parent trying to figure out what misdeed their child has committed behind their back.
Silco regards you warily for another moment, taking in every minute detail of your face in hopes of detecting something that might give you away while he reaches for the glass set in front of him. Ice clinks against the sides as he swirls it around before bringing it to his lips, taking a long sip followed by a hum of appreciation. His eyes shoot back up to meet yours, and finds you now biting your lip while trying, and failing, to suppress a huge grin.
You’re definitely up to something, that much he’s certain of now, and the fact that he still can’t figure out what it is causes his previously feigned discontent to turn into more of a bubbling frustration, having just about enough of whatever game you’re playing. A fleeting thought crosses his mind as he glances down at the drink now dangling from his fingertips, then back up to you.
Silco knows you’ve taken in the brief look of suspicion on his face when you let out a laugh that, despite the visible displeasure he's exuding towards you, is still one of the sweetest sounds he's ever heard.
“I didn’t poison you, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you quip, clearly amused at the implication.
“At this point I would be grateful if you did.”
You laugh again, but it comes out more like a short exhale through your nose along with a relaxed grin, taking a sip of your own beverage, and Silco’s good eye narrows at you once again.
“Are you drunk?”
“What? No.”
Silence.
“Then what did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
He practically glares at you for what feels like a considerable amount of time before it finally dawns on him that you haven’t left yet.
“Did you need something darling? Or have you just come to find more ways to elicit whatever reaction you’ve been hoping for this evening?” Silco brings the tumbler to his mouth once more, letting it hover there momentarily in order to get the rest of his words out. “Because if the intended reaction was to see how far you can test my patience I can assure you-”
Words die on his lips immediately when you make a move to stand, mismatched eyes shooting down to your waist to see what appears to be quite possibly the shortest skirt he’s ever seen you in, leaving so very little to the imagination.
He’s still holding the glass right up to his face while he watches you make your way around the only obstacle that separates the two of you before hopping onto one of the corners, your butt and thighs jiggling faintly when they make contact with the solid piece of furniture. “I just figured you could use a drink after such a long night of hard work. Is that so wrong?”
Silco tracks your movements with an almost predatory fixation, watching you lean back slightly to rest against your arms, crossing one leg over the other and he has to actively resist the urge to scoff. This thing is hardly covering anything, you’re essentially sitting there with your bare ass on his desk. The realization of that along with the sight of everything you’re showing has his cock hardening at an alarming rate.
You don’t seem to notice, or if you do you don’t say anything, eyebrows knitting together in a poorly disguised attempt at looking genuinely worried. “What’s wrong? You don’t look very happy to see me.”
Silco sets the glass down onto his desk with a bit more force than intended, turning his chair to face all the way forward and bringing his mouth to rest against interlocked fingers. Any moment now he’s expecting you to hop right off that corner and make your way back downstairs, back to a place filled with depraved and perverted onlookers.
Realistically he knows no harm would ever befall you while you were down in the Last Drop. All of his subordinates had been given clear instruction to keep a watchful eye on you at all times, and after a while a lot of them had started to do it less out of obligation and more so out of genuine care, especially Jinx and Sevika.
Plus, he knows you can hold your own in a fight. Growing up in the undercity had hardened you just enough to make you a scrappy but formidable opponent. So logically speaking, Silco knows there's no safer place for you to be, but the thought of anyone other than himself seeing you in that, especially the less than respectable patrons that frequent his establishment nearly every night, makes his blood boil.
“Of course I'm happy to see you, my dear,” he retorts, turning his head to look over at you once more, eyes darting downwards to that indecent piece of fabric wrapped around your waist then back up to meet your gaze. “It's just that I'm seeing quite a lot of you at the moment, and if you go back downstairs, so will everyone else.” His last words come out strained as he shifts in his chair in a poor attempt to alleviate his growing erection.
“Oh, you mean my skirt? Is there…something wrong with it?” You lift your hips to take the tiniest of scoots towards him, and Silco’s eyes immediately hone in on the action.
“Don’t be cheeky.”
Another scoot. “I’m afraid that can’t be helped, especially in this.”
At this point he wouldn’t be surprised if you really are trying to kill him, taking controlled and steady breaths while he attempts to suppress his growing ire in response to such a ridiculous question. Of course there’s something wrong with it. Silco’s sure he’d nearly be able to see the soft outline of your mound if you were to spread your legs, even in the slightest.
He lets out another deep breath before picking up his pen and casually scribbling his signature on one of the invoices strewn about in front of him. “You will not be going back down there like that.”
He’s not looking at you, but Silco can see the movements of you moving closer out of the corner of his unmarred eye.
“Are you..asking me to stay?”
He doesn’t respond, instead electing to take another piece of paper to scrawl his name at the bottom offhandedly. He knows what you’re playing at, the fact that it took him so long to realize it irks him to no end. He wouldn’t mind answering honestly and just telling you that yes, he does want you to stay, but the thought of giving into your bratty little antics this evening doesn’t sit quite right with him.
Which is why he makes the conscious decision to ignore you as you move close enough to where your upper leg is now narrowly brushing his elbow, the shift causing him to mess up the tail end of another signature. Silco chances a glance towards the movement and regrets it almost immediately when he takes in the soft curve of your thigh, his cock twitching painfully at the sight.
He makes his second mistake when he follows the tantalizing trail of your body upwards and is met with the most unabashed, shit eating grin plastered across your face. He has to force himself to look away, the hand not holding his pen coming up to drag his long fingers back and forth across his mouth as he contemplates the idea of sending you away all together, leaving you pouty and disappointed. And for a moment he comes close to doing just that, until he makes the grave error of risking a glance up at your face again.
You’re not smiling anymore, expression replaced by something far more lustful and serious. Silco simply stares as your tongue slides out to pull your bottom lip in between your teeth before gently nudging his elbow with your knee. He doesn’t hesitate in dropping his arm to offer you the space in front of him, and you slide over gracefully. He stays perfectly still while you plant a foot atop each of the armrests of his ornate chair, knees pressed tightly together.
He finally responds to your earlier question with one of his own.
“What would possibly give you that idea?” His voice is light and teasing, all traces of anger gone. “You’ve been nothing short of a nightmare all evening, love. And now this?” Fingertips come up to stroke the side of your calf, humming appreciatively. “What am I going to do with you?”
This earns Silco a wide, toothy grin as you scoot forward. “Whatever do you mean? I’m just sitting here.”
“Don't be coy with me, sweetheart.” He leans forward, breath fanning over your knees as he speaks. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” knees parting just barely, “to answer my question.”
Silco pushes his tongue against his cheek in minor annoyance before sliding both hands up your legs and over your knees, then back down until he reaches your hips. He grips firmly at the supple flesh and yanks you closer towards him, eliciting a sharp squeak followed by a string of giggles.
“I think you might be the most aggravating creature I’ve ever had the displeasure of courting.”
Your face adorns a look of mock appreciation. “Awe, thank you!”
Slender hands travel back up to your knees. “Truly just a tantalizing little menace.” He waits for you to part them further, granting him the access he’s so desperately craving. “One that I’m both drawn to and irritated by all at once.”
Your smile is nothing short of haughty, as if you’re truly taking everything he’s telling you as a compliment. “Well now you’ve really got me hot and bothered,” you shoot back, knees moving further away from each other until you’re spread all the way open for him.
Although spoken in a sarcastic tone, Silco sees that your words are in fact true, his eyes taking in the sight of your already dripping cunt.
“Indulge me, sweetheart,” he says, one hand coming up to trace the backs of your thighs with his knuckles, causing goosebumps to decorate your soft skin. “Why the need to be so difficult tonight?”
You shiver at the touch, bottom lip still tucked between your teeth as he brings a thumb up to stroke lazily over your pussy.
“J-just for fun,” you retort, but your voice doesn’t hold the same conviction. “Wanted to see..how long it would take.”
“How long what would take?”
The laugh you let out is shaky at best, but there’s still a bit of confidence left when you answer. “For you to ask me to stay.”
It only takes about half a second before Silco’s thumb pushes into your core and his tongue cards a long, hot stripe along your folds. The noise you make spurring him on further as his mouth envelopes your clit, giving it a harsh suck before pulling away with a satisfying wet plop sound.
“I don’t recall asking anything of the sort,” he chides, sliding his thumb back out. “If memory serves me correctly, you came into my office several times practically demanding my attention.”
Silco punctuates his last few words by pushing two fingers into you, pulling another sharp inhale from your lips as he turns his palm to face upward and curls them inside of you.
“Has it ever occurred to you,” he starts, bringing his thumb to circle against your now swollen clit, drawing a long whine out of you as you work your hips against him. “..that perhaps I attempt to send you away in order to finish with my tasks quickly, just so I can get back to doting on you with said attention? Selfish little creature.”
Your eyebrows pinch together, speaking between shallow breaths. “You.. could have just.. said that.. you know.”
Silco smirks, watching you look back at him with a pair of pleading eyes. “And deny myself the pleasure of seeing your lovely pouts and open displays of petulance?” He adds a third finger. “I think not.”
“Silco,” you whine, “please.”
His cock twitches in response, and he doesn’t waste any time bringing his mouth back down to your bud and swirling his tongue around it lavishly while his fingers twist and turn inside of you. He watches you throw your head back, one of your hands snaking upwards to grip the edge of the desk above your head, the other coming to latch onto the top of his head hard as you roll your hips against him.
“There, that’s it,” he coos, “show me how eager you are. Use me.”
This draws another string of small gasps and moans from you, coupled with lewd, wet, slurping sounds as Silco continues to lap and suck at your clit, bringing his free hand to grip your thigh and anchor you to him. The strain in his pants grows increasingly more painful when you sigh his name affectionately, followed by a noise of protest when he removes his fingers from you all together in an effort to tug at intricate buttons of his trousers, freeing his aching cock and palming himself to the sight of your ruined state.
Your arousal coating his fingers serves as a welcome lubricant for him to stroke himself languidly, relishing in the feeling of you bucking up into him, using him to chase your own end. His licks are hot and thorough, leaving no part of your heat untouched.
“Yes,” Silco groans into you, “just like that.”
Your other hand comes down to unbutton your top, cupping and squeezing at one of your breasts, and he knows you’re close by the way you’re begging and pleading above him. The sound of your voice feeds into his determination, letting go of his cock in order to wrap both arms around your thighs, securing you in place and devouring you like a starved man.
The way you cry out his name while your walls flutter around his tongue has him reeling, mismatched eyes boring into you, watching your orgasm in complete reverence as your fluids run down his chin.
“Good girl,” Silco sighs, his movements slowing down to let you ride out your climax. “You always make such sweet sounds for me.”
Your legs tremble and the vicelike grasp you have on his hair loosens before you slump back down onto his desk, words barely managing to come through your short and labored breaths.
“Could've been making them a lot earlier if you’d…stop trying to kick me out.”
A hint of a smile creeps up on his face as he presses small, feather light kisses up the backs of your thighs, leaving glistening spots of your slick behind in their wake. “You know, it is possible to keep your unsolicited remarks to yourself every once in a while.”
Yours breaks into a devious grin that tugs at his heart without mercy. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”
“Mmm, point taken.”
Silco stands to turn your body so that you’re taking up the full length of his desk before climbing up onto it and bracing himself with a hand on either side of your head. His length bobs thick and heavy with need, bringing it to rest against your slit.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
You roll your hips against him needily, coating his cock with your arousal. “Maybe.”
“You drive me absolutely mad,” he growls, voice dripping with carnal hunger as he pushes your legs up against your chest once again, lining himself up with your entrance. And it’s the way you're looking up at him with your lip tucked in between your teeth in anticipation, the slight inward curl of your eyebrows in an almost pleading expression that has him pushing into you in one, smooth buck forward, making you gasp as he bottoms out inside of you.
Silco sees your eyes roll back, and he has to physically stop himself from doing the same. He wants to see it all, wants to see your blissed out expression while he fucks you, wants to see all the different ways he can make you come undone beneath him.
You make a pitiful attempt at stifling a moan, one that ultimately fails when Silco starts to rock his hips against yours, pulling them back slowly and savoring the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls before driving them forward with a sharp, pointed thrust. But he’s right there with you, exhaling a throaty groan at the feeling of your walls engulfing him so deliciously, the sensation being nothing short of divine.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” he whispers, lowering his head and tilting it to place gentle kisses along your jawline before nipping at your earlobe. “Like we were made for each other.”
The breathy whine this elicits causes him to straighten himself upright again, picking up his pace steadily, and soon the room is filled with the obscene, wet smacking of skin against skin as Silco begins to pump into you with feral-like need. He readjusts your legs so that your calves are hooked over his shoulders, letting him fuck you so much deeper.
You’re a mess of broken pleas beneath him, and he clings to every single one, a symphony meant solely for him and him alone. Silco watches you with wholly, unabashed devotion as your face twists and contorts in pleasure, pleasure that only he can bring you. And though he wants to feel like he’s still in control, he knows deep down he’s equally ruined by what you do to him, maybe even more so. His seafoam eye glazes over, and strands of hair fall loosely around his face as he ruts into you.
You reach up and try to put your arms around his neck, but the position your legs are in only allow you to claw at his shoulders helplessly. “S-silco, please..”
“Oh? I see someone’s finally learned some manners,” he taunts.
The huff of annoyance you let out amuses him more than he’d care to admit, “For fuck’s sake, Sil. Let me hold you.”
“Demanding thing,” he scolds, but gives into your ‘request’ regardless, lowering your legs just enough so that your knees fall to the side and hook over his forearms, letting you wrap your arms around his neck with open urgency. And now you’re pulling him down and holding him there, like the waters he'd nearly drowned in.
Silco’s jaw goes slack as he turns his head and pants in your ear like some wild beast, whose sole purpose is to bring you to your end. Like it was all he was ever made for. Your head turns to meet his lips with your own, and he tries to keep some semblance of restraint while he kisses you, but he can’t, not with you. It’s hungry and sloppy, full of exceeding desperation.
He breaks the kiss reluctantly to make his way down to your neck, lips and tongue moving against the delicate flesh and littering your throat with marks of all kinds, leaving no room for anyone to question who you belong to. “Mine,” Silco snarls possessively in between sucks and bites.
He's about to pull away when one of your hands slides up to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair and locking him in place, begging for more, more, more, and Silco’s more than happy to oblige. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger so tightly, and this realization both excites and ruins him as he begins to ram everything he has into you with new purpose.
“Oh fuck, Silco. Right there,” you cry out, voice becoming raspy and hoarse from your continuous gasps in between moans.
"Yes, that's it. Show me how much you want this, how much you need this," he huffs out through gritted teeth, trying to establish some form of dominance once again, but it's no use when he realizes his words are just as applicable to him as they are to you.
He forgoes his hold on your legs, letting them fall to your sides briefly before wrapping them around his waist. Your eyes flutter shut and your head starts to loll to the side, but Silco grabs your jaw quickly and forces you to look directly at him.
“None of that, darling. I want you to look at me when you come undone,” His breath comes out ragged and primal. “You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”
You nod frantically in response, eyes drifting downward to stare at his mouth, like a silent plea. He takes the hint without delay, squishing your cheeks together until your lips form a small pout before leaning down to kiss you fervently. His tongue swirls around yours, hot and wanting, before he pulls away just enough for him to pant into your open mouth, his connecting to yours by the thinnest string of saliva.
Silco can sense your second orgasm approaching rapidly, and he brings his fingers towards your lips. You take the hint right away, wrapping them around his digits and sucking on them lavishly. Once he’s satisfied enough, he removes them and snakes his hand down through your intertwined bodies, settling for the bundle of nerves located between your legs.
Your moans increase in pitch, arms and legs squeezing even tighter around him as he works you with skilled flicks of his wrist.
“You’ve endured this so well, my love,” he whispers against your ear, voice laced with unrestrained hedonism and resolve. “Let’s reward all that effort of yours tonight, shall we?”
His question is rhetorical, but you nod so eagerly for him nonetheless as your walls begin to pulsate, clenching so unbelievably tight around him you’re practically pushing his cock out, nearly sending him over the edge himself.
“That’s my girl,” he sighs with heavy grit and worship. “You feel incredible.”
Silco’s face comes back up to hover over yours, looking directly into your eyes while he fucks you through your climax, his own looming closer and closer. He leans down to kiss you, swallowing your labored breaths greedily as his thrusts begin to stagger before coming to a complete halt, his pelvis flush against yours as his cock twitches obscenely within your heat. He lets out a harsh, guttural moan right into your mouth as he spills into you, your walls continuing to milk him with stuttered squeezes, and he has to pull away sharply to exhale a series of delirious gasps.
Your chests heave against one another, waves of pleasure slowly dissipating as your sweat soaked bodies stay interlocked. Silco shifts slightly, bringing his hands to stroke the top of your head lazily with his fingertips. His forehead comes to rest against yours as he places soft, tender kisses along your cheeks, your eyes, your lips, anything within reach.
He’s rewarded with a giggle, followed by a dopey little grin.
“You know,” you say as your breaths finally return to normal. “I just remembered the other reason you try to send me away while you work.”
Silco already knows the answer, but you punctuate your words anyway by wiggling your ass, causing the sound of his paperwork shuffling beneath you, followed by a light yelp as he smacks your bottom lightly.
“Impossible little wench,” he chastises, lifting himself off of you and being greeted once again by the sight of the thing you keep referring to as a ‘skirt’. He grabs the edge of it with his fingertips, holding it up like it was a cursed object. “Where in Janna’s name did you even get this from?”
You bark out a laugh before propping yourself up hastily to look down at it with pride. “Ran let me borrow it.”
“Excuse me?”
“What?”
“Borrow it,” he repeats, “as in you have every intention of giving it back to them?”
You stare at him for a moment, no doubt mulling over your answer.
“...No?”
Silco smirks at your response before leaning in. “Good girl. Besides, I think we may find many more uses for it still.”
Your eyes widen with child-like wonder, but for the entirely wrong reason. “Oh, so you’ll wear it for me, too?”
He stares back at you blankly, blinking several times before rolling his eyes almost theatrically, earning him another small fit of laughter as he finally graces you with a response.
“Whatever pleases you, I suppose.”
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Hello There ! 👋😊
May I ask you a humble request ? 🙏
NSFW Silco seducing and fucking Finn's girlfriend please 🙈
YES. THIS. THIIIIIIS. I made reader gender neutral - I was on autopilot and wrote it like that!
NSFW below the cut!
You felt the watchful gaze of Silco as Finn berates you in front of the entire society of chembarons. You had little to do with the operation, with the cause, but Finn still loved to assert his power over you. Something he'd been doing since the very beginning. You loved him. sure, but there was something eating away at you that made you want to... rebel.
As the man huffed away to join the rest of the chembarons, you were left with an uneasy feeling in your gut. The way he made you feel - small, unimportant, a burden - it was not an easy pill to swallow that your boyfriend was as cruel as he was. It seemed that being part of a covert operation to bring forth the greater good was not something he was suited for. And it angered you.
And still as you ruminated over the horrible display of toxic masculinity, that feeling of Silco's eyes on you burned your skin. You turned your head ever so slightly to meet his gaze. He wasn't even listening to the meeting. He didn't care what Finn had to say. He would never care again.
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When the meeting concluded, and Finn tossed his coat at you before leaving, you sank into an empty chair. The room was empty, the rest of the more important people going to finalize plans for another shimmer plant, and all that was left was you and this stupid fucking coat. You gripped it in your smaller hands, wishing beyond anything that you would be able to tear it into pieces and cast it into the River Pilt.
You screamed in agony before slamming the coat onto the table. It felt good, but not good enough. And before you could even allow yourself the joy of letting some of that go, you heard clapping behind you.
Turning, you laid eyes on Silco. So the room wasn't empty. He stalked toward you with a smirk on his face. The older man always carried himself with such bravado, such confidence, not unlike Finn. But there was a key difference between the two: Experience.
Silco was successful long before the chembarons came together. Independently achieving goals left and right before any of them had even had the chance to taste Topside. Long before Finn was even born.
And here he was, stalking toward you like it was nothing. You watched him come closer, clasping his hands behind his back, and looking you over.
"Quite impressive the way you stand your ground in the face of something like that. Are you quite alright?" His low voice reverberated off the walls of the room, as large as it was, and you could feel it in your bones.
"Well," you began, trying to find your words. "I'm fine, but... That's him I guess."
"Regardless, it was quite the sight to see. I don't exactly know what the cause was for that kind of reaction, but it seems if I know Finn enough, it was likely his fault." A smirk lifted his features as he gave what you assumed to be his version of comfort. A smirk to which you responded with a small smile of your own.
"That's very kind of you to say," you admit softly.
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And that was how you found yourself bent over the table - on top of Finn's elaborate coat - in the meeting room. The same meeting room where Finn had berated you earlier, the same meeting room where the meeting between the society of chembarons had taken place, and the same place where Silco - of all people - had given you comfort.
The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. You didn't exactly expect him to be as large as he was, but you also thought you'd seen all you'd ever get with Finn. And now, with his hands around your waist and his hips against the swell of your ass, you were sure that this wouldn't be the last time this kind of meeting would occur between the two of you.
Heavy breathing and grunts behind gritted teeth sounded out from behind you as harsh snaps of hips shook your entire being. You could feel the hard edge of the wood digging into your flesh as you were pounded into the surface of the table like a thing to be used. And you were loving every second of it.
At the height of your ecstasy, when Silco was growling the filthiest things in your ear, you heard the sound of the heavy door being opened. Your eyes opened and you caught sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway.
Ex-boyfriend, that is. It's a fair trade-off for this kind of lust.
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Hello there! Nice to meet you and welcome to my strange universe.
Nickname: Frags
She/They - Super Introvert - INFP-T
Adult Blog, LGBTQA+ Safe Zone, I would prefer MINORS DNI please.
Writer and lover of old gothic horror and romances/aesthetics.
CURRENT WIPs
BEND BUT NOT BREAK
Arcane Jane Eyre Regency Silco AU Gothic Romance Suspense
rated MATURE
art by @shahs1221
IRON & GLASS
Arcane Canonesque AU Young Silco and OC melding into Canon Arcane
rated MATURE
manip by me
TWO MASKS
Arcane Regency Silco One-Shot (might be a multi-chapter). Smut-filled encounter at a Piltover masquerade ball.
rated MATURE
I am thinking of new Silco stories. One is rumbling in my head, and I might toss the idea around to see if it's worth exploring.
I really want to thank artists that were inspired by my work and continue to inspire me to keep writing:
@silcoitus, @shahs1221, @missygoesmeow, @dad-dumpster, @cmon-man
I'm very humbled by all the kind and generous people out there.
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𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 - Silco x OC fanfic
[AO3 link ↑]
Tags: 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 | 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 | 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 | 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣 | 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 | 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 | 𝙃𝙪𝙧𝙩/𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 |
Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence
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Summary: Zaun had always been the city of crime and suffering. But that doesn't mean there is nothing else to the vibrant Undercity. There are many ways for a zaunite to blow off the steam. Starting from the brothels all the way to the bars, you can find yourself any entertainment. It is good to remember though, to stay away from the Eye of Zaun. But what's the fun part about that? With their life already on the line, why wouldn't Ren indulge themselves in a bit of fun?
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Hey guys! First 5 chapters of my Silco x OC fic are up on AO3✨ It's an ongoing fic so check it out if you'd like to see more<3
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Art Appreciation
Arcane Silco x fem!Reader
Synopsis: this is a continuation of this post from @astudyincontrasts
Warnings: Explicit, nsfw, mishandling of paint, MDNI
Word Count: 1,863
A/N: I highly recommend checking out "Blasphemia" by Eliran Kantor (their Instagram). Don’t forget to reblog!
Today you wore a skirt and simple blouse under a heavy coat to mask your Piltover status as you rode the shaky elevator into the bowels of the Undercity.
Your nostrils flared to calm the racing wallop against your ribcage when you thought of your client’s recent letter for your presence.
It wasn’t intended to be this way at all, not that you were complaining. You indifferently suggested to attend a viewing of an old painting that had built a reputation for its audacious nudity, or so you had heard, but never in your wildest thoughts did you believe The Eye to be interesting in acrylic erotica after he had made it very clear that he preferred more physical interactions instead.
Remembrance of the desecrated bathroom counter made your legs wane and tongue lap forward along the dryness of your lip before the ding from the elevator signaled the doors to slide open into a neon lit world.
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Walking up the lavish staircase to the pillared museum entrance felt like a marathon runner beating inside your chest, not from the exercise, but from the way Silco, again, never let his hand falter away from the small of your back, as if to lead you like he did the other time you both were here.
When inside however, his demeanor changed to a more collective stance, hands swinging behind his coattail in his regular poised manner – leaving you to mentally pout at the absence of his palm along your lower spine.
Everything he did had purpose, and today he wasn’t going to give you an inch until he decided when. Suddenly, your coat felt too tight so you removed it for some oxygen and gave it to the coat attendant at the entranceway.
As you approached closer to the area that housed the painting of interest, both sets of footsteps stopped when you saw a sign that stated:
Viewing closed for the evening. Gallery under maintenance. Sorry for the inconvenience.
You tsked and rolled your eyes as you looked around annoyed before your neck turned back to Silco standing a little too close to the tape blocking off the section under care.
“Well?” Silco inquired with a straight look, an eyebrow raised, and the edge of his mouth pointing up just a bit at his subtle request to misbehave.
A single index finger lifted the tape, giving you the quick decision – looking around briefly – to bend over and sneak under it, your client also slipping past the cautionary tape behind you.
Passing by rows of artwork littering the vast hallways, you finally found the room with the erotic painting.
On entering the spacious gallery, there were multiple buckets of paint and tarps that lined the floor. Carefully maneuvering past the mess and the ladders where the walls would be made anew with a fresh coat of paint, some of the walls already finished, you and Silco approached the canvas of both your curiosity.
It was a small painting, maybe no larger than a twelve-by-twelve canvas, but the subject matter helped gravitate the eye and amplify the piece across the room.
Your eyes widened; heart galloped.
The woman was leaned over a table, her head craning backwards over the edge, hair drooping and tangled, while her jaw was slack and eyebrows stitched together. Her expression was a mix of pain and pleasure and one could only imagine the noises she cried from that open mouth. The source of her pleasure had your blood flushing to your groin, making your throat bob from how the painting left you desiring the same pain this woman was experiencing.
A man’s torso could be seen, but his head was cut off at the edge of the canvas. His waist spread the woman’s thighs apart. Despite the fact that his groin could not be seen, any viewer concluded what he was ploughing into this woman, beckoning such an expression from her.
An ache pulsated between your legs when your mind drifted into a filthy flashback of you hunched over and stuffed full over a bathroom sink.
The aftermath dripped onto your skirt while eating your meal across from the man who left you to soak in the mess he made of you, leaving a trail on your belongings you had to scrub out the next morning before it stained.
Your world tilted from the flush in your cheeks.
Walking to calm your beating pulse, you tried to brush the skin of your thighs together to ease the pool of moisture that had gathered along your slit.
Then a wave of shock hooked you by surprise when a hard tug of your elbow pulled you face-to-face with the man responsible for your mess below.
“Having to walk away?” Silco’s cool voice breathed against your cheek then next to the rim of your ear, sending another buzz through your nerves.
Your throat hitched from the deathly close proximity, flaring the heat already overtaking your limbs just as your knees didn’t feel like working.
Then it finally clicked together why Silco drew away this evening. He was collecting data, observant as ever, desiring to witness your undiluted reaction for his own curious amusement. Now he had what he needed.
“It’s what makes this painting so infamous. For some viewers to have an… adverse reaction to such a lude sight of a woman being fucked senseless,” he puffed directly along your neck, “Oh, I did my research, lovely. Now I know why you wanted to inspect this one out,” and smiled when you desperately clung to his shoulders for support from the unbearable spike of arousal being driven deeper into your body.
“Do you want me to take you again,” he teased his breath on the length of your throat this time.
“Do you want me to have you crying like that whore in the canvas?”
A bated whimper ghosted Silco’s hair, hands shaking from the tight grip on his coat, as you bore the fatigue of your edgy limbs anticipating his next indulgence on your body.
His eyes locked with yours when he moved a hair’s length away from the apple of your cheek before tilting his chin, lips brushing, your breath hitched, and palmed the nape of your neck.
Your whole body buckled when his mouth crashed into yours, foot taking a step back, all the while your skin hummed with electricity about to combust into a thousand nuclear explosions.
The pace of the kiss was rough and breathless. Tongues swirled exchanging saliva, his lapping the inside of your cheek and swallowing your moans with every consumption of your mouth.
A hand glided to the side of your hip and had you pacing backwards until you collided with the museum wall. You were too occupied to notice the sticky substance pinning your shirt to its barrier as white paint coated your backside.
Releasing your mouth with a pop and navigating himself, nose dragging along your skin, to claim a piece of your neck, you braced the wall with a hand, the other clutching raven locks, when long fingers split through your nether lips and harshly indented your pulsating nub making you churn and pant from the fireworks cramping your inner thighs.
Fingers scratched the wall having you gasp audibly when you could feel liquid sticking to the tips and your palm. Peeling your hand away and examining the white now pressed into the print of your palm, you tapped Silco’ head and called his name to get his attention.
He peered up, hair disheveled, face looking so sexy from his lust-filled haze, as you showed him the mess on your hand.
“The wall its—”
“If that is of more concern then we can leave now to wash up,” he chided flatly then leaned into the lobe of your ear and growled, “or I can fuck you against this wall and make a mess so the workers tomorrow know a slut ruined their hard work.”
Coat was shed and thudded on the ground while legs spread apart with the hoist of your body onto a lean waist. Your skirt was lifted by large fingers above your belly as you undid the buttons to Silco’s silk shirt. It parted open for you to explore the expanse of his bare chest, eyes wandering to the now split trousers below revealing trimmed bush encircling a hard cock resting on the visible skin of your stomach.
Your hole clenched in excitement when you realized you could relive the fullness you felt the day of the bathroom incident.
Silco took his cock in hand, pulling hips away from yours momentary, and gradually, your mind going faint, fed the length inside until it disappeared completely into your cunt.
The white mess on your palm splatter across the clothed space between Silco’s shoulder blades when he thrusted hard once which knocked the hasty breath from your lungs. Then he began a merciless pace up into you that had you crying desperately at the ceiling.
The paint on the wall smeared your clothes clinging to the wet barrier as your body was being shoved up and down wickedly fast, ‘fucks’ and ‘shits’ panting down the curve of your shoulder which made you spin even more, hole clinging tight to the penetration below.
Then, to stay true to the canvass, Silco shoved you onto the tarped ground now scrunching under your weight, crashing a bucket forward and causing a splash of white to leak across the unprotected marble floor.
His haunches were used to lift your rear off the tarp and get a better handle on your hips, fingers indenting the soft flesh as he railed your cunt, having your breasts bounce inside your bra from the brute force of being hammered just like the woman mutely echoing your cries on the wall.
You tipped your head back, hands loosely on the ground, as echoes of your keening flooded the gallery in time with every thrust against your bottom, legs swaying.
Every grunt-filled plow of his cock had you wailing. Silco got his wish to see you disheveled underneath him and you got your wish to be spread like a whore, walls painted filthily with the thick brush of the cruel artist that wielded it inside you.
You pinched yourself around Silco harder as the fire snapped in your lower half.
Silco’s curled forward and stood on his knees, pinching your body, penetration sputtered as he vocally released himself in thick ropes. Vision blurred, your mouth dropping open in a wide oval with one last tapered moan, as your cunt was filled up.
Relaxing back down onto his calves, the man above you stretched his neck up to the ceiling and huffed down his fill of well needed air.
His shirt was drenched at the armpits and collar while his rolling stomach glistened with a sheen of sweat, a few drops crawling down the space of his chest. Then he peered down and took in the blissfully disgraced sight laid below, cock still shoved inside pussy.
“Was that what you imagined in the painting?” he exhaled.
You were too spent, so a brief nod would have to do.
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Something about those scenes. You know the ones. Where Silco has to actually suck it up and TALK HIS FUCKING FEELINGS OUT because it’s that or watch his person walk away because he did something stupid and never learned how to verbalize shit. There’s just something about watching Mr. I Am In Control break down and try to put actual fucking words to what he’s thinking because the relationship means *that much* to him. Idk. Always makes me go a little weak though. Those heart-to-heart, ‘it’s okay, we both do stupid shit, just talk to me next time’ reconciliations after ages of angst and pining and denial. It might be one of my new favorite tropes.
((def think Inky did it best in Drink With Me))
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Arcane - Little Flower 35 - The Weight Of A Decision
Silco x female!reader
Warning: Tension /Angsty
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Author's Comment:
There are decisions that are never easy. The reader must make one of these decisions. Silco doesn't necessarily make things easier at first.
The next chapter will be the last one for this story.
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What Happened Before:
Little Flower (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 2 - Safe And Sound
Little Flower Part 3 - Cupidos (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 4 - Before You Killed Me (Violence 18+)
Little Flower Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 6 - The Morning After (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 7 - Love And War (Smut 18+
Little Flower Part 8 - Who We Really Are (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 9 - What We Deserve
Little Flower Part 10 - Liar
LittleFlower part 11 - Curiosity Killed The Cat
Little Flower Part 12 - Blood Bath (18+ Violence)
Little Flower Part 13 - Aftermath (18+ Smut)
Little Flower Part 14 - Backlash
Little Flower Part 15.1 - The Punishment Of Our Sins
Little Flower Part 15.2 - The Punishment Of Our Sins (18+)
Little Flower Part 16 - South Of Heaven
Little Flower Part 17 - A Turn Of Events (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 18 - A Bond Without A Future
Little Flower Part 19 - Tick Tock (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 20 - Wedding Night (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 21 - Back In Town
Little Flower Part 22 - Stressed Out (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 23 - Calm Moments
Little Flower Part 24 - Smoke And Fire (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 25 - Filth (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 26 - Sweet Comfort Of Love
Little Flower Part 27 - Stupid Ideas
Little Flower Part 28 - To Raise A Hand
Little Flower Part 29 - Stand Your Ground
Little Flower Part 30 - Never Again
Little Flower Part 31 - Everything You Want (Smut 18+)
Little Flower Part 32 - A Long Night (Smut 18 +)
Little Flower Part 33 - Influence
Little Flower Part 34 - Revelations
Part 35 - The Weight Of A Decision
To your discomfort, Silco had not talked to you about the mysterious topic that Sevika wanted to discuss with him alone. You hadn't really asked him, nor pressed him about it. There were still things you thought maybe you were better off not knowing.
However, Silco was acting differently than usual, more somber, more thoughtful, distracted. The day of the meeting with Talis had arrived and you were sitting next to Silco in a chair behind his desk, closer to the action this time, Silco had insisted.
You didn't know what this meant, but you didn't question it either, at least not verbally.
Silco looked at you and said, "You are my partner, your place is at my side," as if he had heard the unspoken question in your mind.
You were about to say something in reply, but at the same moment there was a knock at the door and Silco asked the guest to come in.
Talis entered the room, followed by what seemed to be a bodyguard and a small gaunt man carrying a briefcase. Talis, as always, carried his youthful energy, in front of him, his own charm. He smiled cautiously and nodded to both of you. You returned the gesture, but Silco remained motionless in his chair.
"Please" said the eye of Zaun "Come closer, sit down".
Talis did as he was told and sat down in the visitor's chair, the two men with him, remained standing behind him.
Sevika stood leaning against the windowsill to the left behind you.
Talis looked around, his gaze moving from you to Sevika and then to Silco.
"I assume Sevika has already spoken to you," he spoke to Silco.
Your husband nodded and said, "I'm in the picture".
Talis looked at you, "Then I assume you are also in the picture".
You blinked and tried to meet his scrutinizing gaze.
"I wasn't enlightened, no" you said a little pressed.
Talis frowned in surprise.
"I must admit that surprises me," he said, turning to Silco, "Is there any particular reason for that?"
Talis suspected that Silco didn't want to share his power under any circumstances, that he hadn't told you yet was anything but a good sign in his eyes.
Silco sighed and replied, "I haven't known about it for long, to be honest I don't really know what to make of it myself, so I haven't talked to her about it yet."
Talis said, "Don't you think she should have found out about it anyway?"
Silco's gaze fixed Talis seriously as he said, "She'll find out soon enough."
You straightened up in your chair and cleared your throat.
"It would be really nice if we could stop talking about me like I'm not present. Either you enlighten me now, or I will no longer take part in this meeting" you said seriously in a firm voice "Then you can beat around the bush as much as you like for all I care."
Sevika behind you smiled contentedly, she liked that you were no longer such a sneak.
Talis smiled and said apologetically "It was not my intention to be disrespectful, you are right of course. The reason I am here today is for the most part you."
You held your breath for a moment and suppressed the impulse to look questioningly at Silco. A heartbeat or two later, though, you had yourself back in control and said, "I see. So what exactly is this about?"
"About you getting a seat on the Piltover Council, with Silco as your advisor."
Many things became clear to you at once. Silco was upset that he was left out, that he would not be the one sitting in the council, he would be "only" an advisor. He didn't like sharing his power, not at all, not even with you, you realized, and that was unpleasantly sobering.
"Hmm, now I know why I wasn't told about it," you said quietly, casting a somber look at Silco, who suddenly seemed to grow a little smaller in his chair.
You sighed and said, "I may have always held back, but I'm not stupid. The choice fell on me because my face is presentable in Piltover, no negative things are associated with me so far, neither in Zaun nor in the upper town. I don't know much about politics, I've never been very interested in it, that's well known, that's why Silco shall act as my advisor".
Talis nodded: "That's right, I knew you were smart".
"Stop sucking up," you grumbled in a bad mood, but your anger wasn't really directed at him, but at Silco.
Talis cleared his throat awkwardly and remained silent. All of a sudden you were the person in the room who everyone was listening to and whose decision was important.
You looked at Silco and said, "You don't like being the second line, that's why you didn't tell me. You don't want to be behind me, you want to be in the center of attention."
Silco awkwardly adjusted his tie and avoided your gaze, but finally looked at you and said harshly, "I didn't know what to make of it, yes, I admit that, but I don't harbor any jealousy towards you."
"You think it's true, you want it to be true, but it's not, I can see it clearly in your face and I don't think it would work out in the long run."
Talis asked uncertainly, "Does that mean you're turning down the council position?"
"No, I haven't decided yet, I'm still weighing the risks" you returned "I don't want to ruin my marriage over this decision. We've already had our difficulties to work on and I don't know how much my husband loves me, if it's enough to carry this decision with me should I agree"
Talis looked from one to the other and was silent for a moment.
Silco looked at you in surprise, seeming a little sad and overwhelmed at the same time.
Talis said seriously, "Well, no matter what you decide, there is still something we need to discuss".
"And that is?" you asked.
"Jinx, her attack on the Piltover courthouse has shaken up and shocked the population, it cannot go unpunished."
"I will not turn my daughter in," Silco said directly.
You reached under the table for his hand and he immediately squeezed it gently and gratefully.
"Jinx made a mistake, she... has problems, she needs help, imprisonment will neither improve nor solve those problems, what happened is not really her fault" you said "Jinx will not be turned over. If that is a condition that would be attached to this agreement, then we can end the conversation immediately."
Talis sighed and said, "No, it's not a requirement, but something has to be done. In any case, it looks better if the problem is tackled than if we try to sweep it under the rug."
You looked at Silco and said, "He's not entirely wrong. What happened is not so easy to ignore"
Silco stiffened and let go of your hand again.
"What exactly does that mean?" he asked harshly.
"Just that we should think about how we're going to deal with it" you said calmly.
Silco sighed, grabbed your hand again and said. "I already have. I want to get her professional help, therapy, so to speak. It won't be easy and I hate to admit it, but you were right when you said that the way she grew up with me was not healthy for her."
Surprised, you looked at him, but you smiled, proud that he no longer wanted to be blind to Jinx's problems.
Talis said, "Well that would be a start. We need to make sure this never happens again or Zaun will lose its place on the council much faster than it opened up."
You nodded in agreement, that was understandable.
"What about the decision," Talis finally asked "Do you need some more time or can we go over the papers and sign?"
You looked at Silco who gently squeezed your hand and said "It's fine. Whatever you decide, I've got your back."
You took a deep breath and said, "Zaun needs an advocate, we've lived in the shadow of the upper city long enough. Once I have read the papers and found them to be in order, I would agree to the offer"
You could see Talis breathe a sigh of relief and finally wave the little man with the briefcase over to him.
The papers were in order as far as you could tell, all that was required of you was to act to the best of your ability in the best interests of both cities and to uphold the integrity of the council.
When you had signed the papers, Talis said: "Tomorrow evening a meeting is scheduled, together with a small ceremony in which the admission of the representative of Zaun is to be celebrated. If you agree, a small delegation of security guards will pick you and Silco up two hours before."
You nodded, looked again at Silco who also nodded and said, "We will be ready".
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I swear to god y’all, I am working on chapter 4 of Captivated…there’s so many fucking notes. I am finishing these Silco smut drawing commissions and gonna get right back to writing. I’ve decided to be nice and show you a page of what is to come…
HMMMM, YANDERE DOM SILCO? PERHAPS.
There’s PAGES, of notes here. This is super rough, but this will be included. I’m sorting through things and getting my timeline set up. I hope this holds you over. I love y’all. Also don’t judge my fucking notes. I write these absolutely rocked on my nighttime meds 90% of the time.
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It’s alright. I’m here
Alright, folks, this is the Protective!Silco piece I referenced when I was planning my next set of fics. There are some warnings and general info I need to cover about this fic, so please pay attention to the author's note and trigger warnings. As a general reminder, the Witchy!Reader x Silco fic will be up next.
Trigger warnings: Attempted SA by an unnamed character, canon-typical violence
Pairing: Silco x AFAB!reader
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, attempted SA, this does end with comfort
Summary: You are having an incredibly mundane day, but things take a turn for the worst as a creep attempts to corner you. Thankfully, help is closer than it seems.
Minors DO NOT INTERACT
Author's note: I can't find the post to link, but a few weeks ago, I made a post about wanting to write a Protective!Silco one-shot based on a scary experience I had. This was the experience. I have been assaulted twice, and this piece directly pulls from a combination of those two experiences. I am in therapy and doing fine, but I needed to write it out. This was both extremely cathartic and very painful to write, and I almost didn't share it because it is difficult for me to re-read it. So, I couldn't edit the work as thoroughly as I normally do and it may not be my best work. Fair warning. However, I wanted to share it in the hopes that it can be helpful to another survivor. This should go without saying, but If you leave me a rude or hurtful comment, I will block you immediately.
It had been the most uneventful day. Silco was away on some kind of business, but all the mundane chores at The Last Drop still needed to be taken care of. Inventory needed to be ordered, supplies needed to be stocked, and someone eventually had to make the bar countertop slightly less sticky. Usually, that would be grunt work, but you took some pride in the place; way more pride than some random underling would.
The relationship you had with Silco was almost an unspoken one. Of course, the two of you had discussed it at great length, but only two other people were privy to the finer details. Jinx, of course, and Sevika because the full extent of her protection had to cover you as well. To anyone else, you were simply the lady Silco trusted to care for the less shady side of the business in his absence. Anything more than that was pure speculation. Some simply thought you were a very devoted assistant, and some had theories so scandalous you and Sevika had to discuss them over drinks.
The bar countertop was the first chore on your checklist today. The job wasn’t without satisfaction, and every inch of clean countertop only served to spur you on to the final goal. The cloudy haze of sticky syrups and exotic flavored liquors slowly lifted from the bar with each pass of a rag. Even though your fingers began to ache, the wood underneath started to shine, and a hum of contentedness passed your lips. One final pass with a different cloth dipped in a lemon-scented polish finished the job.
You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t register a presence beside you until it spoke.
“Not many people woulda helped with that. Thank you.” Chuck’s familiar voice rang out in the room, startling you out of your concentration.
“Don’t mention it. I used to bartend, so it’s second nature to me. Besides, I’m not the one who has to be behind here all night.” You dismissed the thanks with a lighthearted wave.
Chuck hummed in agreement. The job paid well, and tips were great, but the constant flow of rowdy customers always constantly demanding more would wear anyone down.
You wiped your hands on the cloth tucked into your skirt's waistband and bent down to stow some of the cleaning products back under the bar. When you finally stood back up, Chuck was toying nervously with his hands and staring at you obliviously. The second your gaze met his, his cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, and he immediately glanced away. “You know, you’re always welcome to work behind the bar with me.”
You laughed to yourself. Chuck was adorable, but he was one of the more clueless men that you worked with. Besides, he was far from your type. “I’d love to, but that's not what Silco pays me for.”
The syrup bottles still needed to be cleaned, so you continued wiping down the ones you could reach. Chuck picked up his own rag and began to clean a few glasses. You worked quickly and silently. After all, you had a schedule to keep. The silence between the two of you was comfortable, and the time flew by. Eventually, it was time for you to head out and run a few errands.
You packed up your things and finally broke the silence.
“Hey, I’m on my way out to run some errands and pick up another thing of bitters. We used way more last night than usual.”
There was no response. You turned back around to find Chuck lost in deep thought and polishing the glass like he was in a trance. Clearly, he didn’t hear you. You waved to grab his attention as you walked out from behind the bar, and it was his turn to jump slightly.
Chuck leaned back against the bar and tilted his head as if he was considering something. Then, finally, he found the right phrasing. “If you don’t mind me asking….. What does Silco pay you for?”
With the most deadpan expression you could muster, you turned to look directly at him as you headed for the door. “I bury the bodies.”
Chuck’s face instantly paled, and he dropped the glass he was cleaning. You turned around and walked quickly through the door before you lost your composure.
As soon as you shut the door behind you, you instantly doubled over in a fit of laughter. After a few minutes passed, you glanced at your watch as you wiped the tears from your eyes. Shit. I’m off schedule. I only have an hour before the shop closes.
Would Silco care? No, of course not….. but you would. The world would keep turning, but he worked so hard, and running these mundane errands was the absolute least you could do to help ease his load. Besides, you were only headed to one store to pick up a few extra bottles of cocktail syrup and bitters.
You rolled your eyes. The homemade syrup was infinitely better, but customers at the bar dropped a pretty penny for the stuff imported from topside, so it found its way into a wide variety of drinks. People paid to feel fancy.
On the bright side, the shop wasn’t even that far away from The Last Drop, and the walk was rather pleasant. Of course, the undercity had its problems, but it was the only home you’d ever known, and you truly loved it. You waved to some people you recognized on the street, and before you knew it, you had arrived.
The door to the shop jingled as you pushed it open and an unfamiliar man behind the register waved at you.
Oh, It looks like they hired someone new.
It was really not a problem. They should have the usual order stocked and ready to go behind the counter, and all you had to do was grab a few extra things and pay for the additional items. The bell jingled again behind you, and you barely even registered it as you walked around an aisle. You wandered a bit, taking time to look at the new stock and think of new drinks to try.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man following you through the maze of shelves. He was tall and skinny, and he seemed to be watching you. As soon as you glanced in his direction, he hurriedly turned down a different aisle.
Weird. Maybe it was someone who was too shy to say hello earlier.
You didn’t start worrying until he returned. The people of the Lanes were your family, but some of them were undeniably dangerous. Part of growing up on the streets was learning when you were being followed or watched, and the man was undoubtedly doing both.
The seconds seemed to stretch on for hours and the hair on the back of your neck prickled. Someone following you down one aisle was nothing unusual, two was a coincidence, and three was unnerving. Your heart started to beat a little faster, but thankfully you reached the aisle with the bitters. You grabbed a few bottles and ducked back around the corner. The man seemed to vanish into thin air, and you let out a low sigh of relief. You didn’t even realize you’d been holding your breath.
He’d have to be stupid to try something in front of the worker.
Suddenly, you felt someone brush past you. You flinched at the unexpected contact and sharply twisted around to see what happened. The creep who had been following you around the store was leering down at you. He was towering over you and so close you could feel his disgusting breath hit your face. The man was messy and disheveled, but that wasn’t what frightened you. No, the scariest thing was his aggressive body language and the rapacious glint in his otherwise cold eyes.
His piercing eyes trailed over your body as he sneered down at you. His gaze was possessive and dark in a way that terrified you. You felt frozen in place, suddenly too afraid to move. The man grinned lasciviously as his predatory gaze raked over the swell of your hips and breasts. Your breath caught in your throat. You were too scared to breathe. Scattered thoughts flew around your head, and time screeched to a halt.
Leave me alone.
Why can’t I move?
I want to get away.
Help me.
Time started flowing again, but everything seemed to happen in slow motion. You could only watch in terror as the man reached out to grab your forearm. You desperately turned to the register, hoping to grab the attention of the worker behind it. But, to your horror, he was already looking at you, watching the scene unfold and nervously toying with his hands. His face had an apologetic, anxious look that screamed, “What do you expect me to do?”
You fucking coward.
The worst possible thoughts flew through your mind.
He’s going to grab me. Right here in the middle of the store.
As you flinched away from the man, your feet moved on their own, and you hurriedly looked for a way out. He was backing you into a corner of the store; there was no way to escape. The man directly blocked your path to the door, and you had no hope of overpowering him in your frazzled state. There wasn’t enough time to think, but you couldn’t just act blindly. You looked up at him desperately, prepared to bargain or plead if you had to. Honor was far less important than survival.
His smile was nothing more than sharp, bared teeth as he stalked toward you. However, the last thing you expected to see when you looked back at his face was a fist colliding with his head.
But…. there was nobody else in the store.
Your brain hadn’t even registered the jingle of the shop’s door opening again, but there was undoubtedly another person standing directly behind the creep. He stumbled at the sudden blow, but before he could recover, a glint of silvery steel flashed through the air as a knife materialized against the side of his throat.
Your tunnel vision dropped just enough for you to see light reflect off the gold filigree on the sleeves of the man holding the knife. There was only one person it could be. You scarcely believed your luck as you raised your gaze once again and sucked in a shaky breath.
Silco stood behind the man and held the pervert in a vice-like grip. One of his slender arms was snaked around the creep’s chest from behind, his hand hooked into his shirt collar and pulling it so hard his knuckles were white. His other arm crossed over the front of the man’s chest, wielding the knife.
There was no doubt that the kingpin of Zaun had the man pinned against him, stuck completely in place. Almost as an afterthought, a single, thin line of scarlet trailed across the man’s throat in the wake of the knife. The knife was so sharp you could barely see the cut itself, but you could certainly see the thin trickle of blood. Silco’s aquiline nose was almost pressed into the man’s temple as he snarled into his ear, his ruined eye glowing with hatred. “Now…. just what did you think you were doing?”
Silco was normally an imposing man, it came with the territory of being a kingpin, but you had only heard stories of how terrifying he could be. It was never something you had witnessed in person. His temper was legendary, and few people survived seeing him in his worst moods…. and many times, the ones that did probably wish they didn’t. Now, you very much understood why.
The man had the good instinct to begin shaking in fear. He couldn’t see who had him, but he didn’t need to. He knew that he was completely and utterly fucked. Silco’s signature deep, drawling voice was as unmistakable as his scarred face and wickedly cruel eye.
It was almost poetic how the situation had turned around. You had felt absolutely powerless in the situation that perverted bastard had forced upon you. Now, he was the prey, and he was in the claws of a predator more dangerous than he could ever dream of becoming. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no words ever came out.
“Come now. There’s no need to be shy about it. I saw more than enough.” Silco pressed the knife in harder, and he yelped in pain. The trickle of blood turned into a steady but small stream.
“I…. I t..tried to grab her.”
“So, he can speak.” Silco’s tone was mocking, but it was as cold and sharp as his blade.
A tear rolled down the man’s cheek, “Please, please, sir. Let me go. I’d- I’d never have tried- I’d never have touched her if I knew she was yours.”
“That’s the problem.”
Silco shifted the knife, so the tip rested against the man’s chin and used it to tilt his head to look directly at you. “It doesn’t matter whose she is. She did not want you to touch her, and yet…..”
His pause was pointed enough for the man to realize his arm was still outstretched in your direction. He tried to lower it slowly, but a low, displeased hiss from Silco immediately stopped his movement.
“Now, I’m going to tell you exactly what you’re going to do.”
The man was still shaking pathetically, “Anything, sir, anything. I swear it’ll never happen again.”
The corner of Silco’s scarred lip twitched like he was about to laugh. A damned bloodthirsty grin flashed across his face, and he practically snarled, “Oh, I know for a fact that you won’t. Sevika.”
She materialized at his side and looked directly at you. Her eyes flashed with worry as she registered the tears in your eyes and how panicked you looked huddled in the corner. The man let out another pathetic sob, and you saw her eyes frost over and turn cold and hard. Every ounce of Sevika’s concern for you turned into a frigid, biting rage directed at the man beside her.
She took one look at the man’s outstretched arm and turned back to her boss with a savage smile of her own. Sevika grabbed the man’s wrist and upper arm. In a tandem motion, Silco kicked the man to the ground. The creep barely had time to shout in surprise as Sevika brought her knee up to connect with the middle of his outstretched arm.
The sickening crunch of bone and an agonized shriek filled the air. You had closed your eyes instinctively, and from the sound of the man’s screaming, it was a good choice. A second later, you heard the sound of his body hitting the floor.
Silco calmly spoke over the man’s wailing, “No one is going to help you fix that, or they will find out just how creative I can be. You will live with the pain you earned. You should also be very thankful that I don’t have more time to spend with you.”
He snapped his fingers, and the sound of wailing faded into the distance as the man’s body was drug out the door. In the distance, you heard the worker pleading with Sevika, but his words fell on deaf ears. She took poorly to men who abused women, and those who enabled it were no different.
A familiar set of slow, measured footsteps approached you, but you couldn’t open your eyes. You were afraid that you’d open them and Silco wouldn’t be there. Somehow, you feared that the rescue was a hallucination. Once you opened your eyes, the pervert would still be there… and you’d be all alone. Another tear slowly trailed down your cheek, but a slender hand tenderly wiped it away.
Instantly, you knew it hadn’t been some fucked up dream, and your eyes flew open. He was there.
Wordlessly, Silco pulled you into his arms as you sobbed. The ferocious kingpin had melted away, leaving the man who loved you more than life itself. You crumpled in his arms, but he gently caught you and lowered you to the ground. Once again, he pulled you in close and you wrapped your arms around him.
You sobbed into his chest, listening to his heart's strong, steady beating. His signature scent enveloped you. Cigar smoke and the deep leather and wood of his cologne soothed you. Silco’s long, slender fingers stroked your hair as he murmured comforting words into your ear.
“Shhh… I’ve got you. It’s alright. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. That sick bastard can’t hurt you anymore. Nobody will ever hurt you again.”
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"Oh, Gods, please..." a low, gravelly whimper echoed throughout the office as a wet squelching sound could be heard. The way the voice begged was music amongst the sad sounds of the Undercity. If anyone else were to hear the little whimpers and moans inside this room they'd surely change opinions about the state of their homeland.
After all, having Silco beneath you, begging for you, whining for your touch, it was more than empowering.
"Oh, Silco," you said with an amused tone. You'd been enjoying this far too much. Or, at least, more than you'd expected to. "Look at you. Such a mess for me... Begging, whimpering, pathetic. It's such a good look on you."
"Oh, darling, you're- hah... You're far better than I imagined... Oh..." he groaned as his voice took on a new pitch you'd had yet to hear from him. You could tell he was desperate.
"You want more, love? You want me to make you feel even more pleasure?" You smirked and turned your attention to your hands. One hand was wrapped around his thick cock, pumping slowly and meticulously. Your other hand, hidden from his view, was toying with the sensitive skin of his asshole. Your fingers were deep inside him, rubbing against a particularly rubbery spot that made his noises all the more delectable.
"Beg for more, Silco," you purred as you began stroking him faster. "Beg me to let you cum."
His body responded the way you'd hoped. Writhing beneath your skilled hands as your fingers worked him open quickly and stroked his prostate with methodical movements. Sweat beaded at his hair line and you could see the way his cheeks twitched as he clenched his teeth. Surefire signs he was desperate to regain control over the situation, but there's nothing he can do now. He's simply too far gone.
Drunk off of you.
"Please, please, let me... Ah, let me cum... I-I'll be so good... Just like you are for me-!" Silco whined desperately. You lowered your head and took his quivering length in your mouth. And then, you sucked him off till you were positive he was seeing white.
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TWO MASKS
Okay kids. Here it is.
Regency Silco One-shot request by @popoisatan
TWO MASKS on AO3
Rating: Explicit
Silco/Reader Silco/You
Regency Silco AU
You are the daughter of a wealthy councilman. A bookworm and blue-stocking that isn't interested in marrying or interacting with the dull and pretentious people in Piltover society. Your father unable to marry you in the past two seasons, decides to throw a masquerade ball, looking for a husband for his only child.
The problem is, she meets a shadowy figure from the Underground and everything changes.
Here is a quick snippet:
A low chuckle emanated from the shadows and forced a little yelp from your throat as you lost your balance and gripped the stone to keep from falling over the edge. The moon's rays outlined a man leaning against the corner of the balcony.
He looked like the devil himself, draped in black from head to toe. Beneath the mask, one of his eyes glowed, and you wondered if he wasn't a demon sent to punish you for defying your father.
Pushing yourself back, forgetting about the dance card sticking out of the plant, the ribbons swaying in the breeze, you found your footing once more.
"Declare yourself, sir," your voice attempting some self-preservation.
The man smirked, striking a match to light a cigar. The embers flamed until he drew in the smoke, letting it billow in the hazy light. Long, slender fingers elegantly twirled the tobacco as your eyes followed the glowing tip until it raised to his mouth again.
Straightening your shoulders, your chin jutted in authority. You might not be the lady of the house, but it was still yours, and this man was a guest intruding on your privacy.
"I must ask you to leave, sir."
"Why? I was here first," he replied. "You leave."
The arrogance! You gestured him to the french doors.
"I came out here for some privacy if you don't mind."
"Ah, so did I," he remarked, a smile threatening to emerge. "And, I do mind."
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Chapter 6 of Rain up on AO3 now!
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Chapter summary: Ren is getting used to the new job and their co-workers. But of course, the explosion doesn't let them rest until they speak to Jinx about it. Besides that though, they are having a blast getting to know Sevika and Silco.
Chapter word count: 12,519 words
Overall wordcount (so far): 35,180 words
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A/N: So the story continues as always 🫡 This one is a longer chapter, mainly because I was on vacation and couldn't update the fic sooner (sorry about that) but also because there's just so much to be said about these two I swear. Also some relationship building between the other characters,,, I may also be insanely emotional about Renco (yes I made a ship name fore them lmao)
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Pushed
Silco x fem!Reader
Synopsis: don’t test the hand that gives you pleasure
Warnings: Explicit, nsfw, MDNI
A/N: Silco’s hands hnnnngggg
The whole room swayed as the air around your head became heavy and intoxicated. You weren’t drunk. No, not at all.
It was the way his slippery tongue dragged along the edge of your mouth that stifled your moans reverberating against the large hand snaring your larynx. Fingers dimpled the skin they gripped as the man in front of your, now flush against your chest, a hand between your shoulder blades, pushed you backwards with his hips
Pinched skin jolted your senses when the edge of Silco’s desk rammed the back of your thighs. Angry, your bit hard at the rat man’s lip earning the hand occupying your throat, controlling your breath, a rough press and squeeze of your windpipe. His other hand came down and clamped the underside of your ass, bending your leg sharply, and tilted his pelvis inwards towards your heat then quickly retreated.
An audible whine rolled through your chest as you craved the feeling of his bulge against your sopping mess below just once more.
The Eye of Zaun’s sneered into your mouth.
He was in control and you knew better.
The force of the painful grip on your leg led you to slip the rest of your rear onto the desk behind you which allowed Silco’s midriff to spread your leg apart as he pinned you flat beneath his weight.
"You really want to do this here?" he taunted with a smug satisfactory smirk when he rolled his bulge into your throbbing cunt again, edging another moan from you.
Leaning up on hands on either side of your face, he hovered and eyed your panting chest, breasts peeking forward, before he clutched the fabric and ripped open your shirt with a loud tear, buttons popping and jumping everywhere.
He then shoved a breast out of your bra and lapped at the nipple, its peak dragging along the rough texture of his tongue making your spine lurch backwards in an arch.
Air moves swiftly with a whoosh as the office door swings open unexpectedly.
It was Sevika.
Her mouth dropped open wordlessly while her eyes darted between the coupled bodies on her boss’s desk, his mouth midway pleasuring his mistress’s nipple. Silco pulled away and stood up straight, hips still pinning you to the desk. Neck stretching, you peer at Sevika’s upside-down figure currently taking up most of the door’s threshold, then smiled.
Then your mind thought of the most brutal way to get back at Silco.
A hand climbed slowly up Silco’s waistcoat, buttons pressed sideways and moved around beneath your palm snaking up the length of his torso. Then, with a swirl of your wrist, his tie entangled your hand and was used to hoist yourself even along his lean frame. Silco was firm in his place, acting unfazed, but you could feel his breath hasten against your breasts.
“Is there anything you—“
“Uh, no, I, Uh,” Sevika couldn’t peel her eyes away as you kissed Silco’s neck, the sloppy wetness could be deliberately heard as your mouth claimed wherever it desired.
One hand idly wondered down his backside…
“Well, if you don’t require any AH—ssistance!”
…only to land a blow to his ass cheek.
A smug grin pulled your face tightly. You win.
You heard Sevika mumble something, then came a hard thud from the door behind.
The air was knocked from your lungs as Silco’s hands forced you down and claimed your wrists. He clutched your wrists together with an iron grip then transferred to only one hand just when the other disappeared out of sight.
You mewled and bit your lip when you felt his fingers slip below your underwear and cup the apex of your heat, intentionally avoiding putting pressure on your clit much to your great pain as you rolled your pelvis into his palm, trying to create the traction your body so badly craved.
Silco steel eyes bore into your own before they squinted as his lip pulled faintly into a wicked grin. His face moved a hair’s length above the shell of your ear, invading your entire body with a low, grainy voice.
"This will be done to you slowly.”
"I won't beg," you challenged.
"Oh?” he chimed, “I'm sure you will eventually. Everyone has their breaking point."
Your breath stuttered briefly then abrupted into loud spasms of pleasure when two fingers curled into your pussy.
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what doesn't kill you... `𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬
Summary: The one where it all started with betrayal. A meeting that later grew into a partnership no one expected. In the end, they both will have their Nation of Zaun. Or will they?
Warnings: Arcane spoilers, drug use, blood, violence, typical Arcane stuff.
Pairing: Silco x f!reader
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You never thought you’ll admit it, but you missed the foul Undercity’s air. The dark and gloomy streets and alleys that tried to hide secrets you didn’t want to find out. You remembered very well the day that you for the first time appeared in the Lanes after hiding in the dark. The feeling was phenomenal.
Your appearance in the Lanes caused literal shockwaves. You were sure that the moment when you stepped foot on the pavement of the general street, even those who lived on the other side of the city knew you were back.
Back from the dead.
That’s what people were saying.
It was three weeks after Vander’s death, and Silco had managed to take over the Last Drop. That’s when you decided to make your appearance. With confident steps, head held high, the cane hitting the pavement underneath your feet you walked through the Lanes like you owned the place. Two of your men walked behind you. Not that you needed them, but one must show how much power they have, right?
Whispers and murmurs about you spread like the wildfire. People rushed to clear the path for you, not wanting to get in the crossfire. They all remembered you as a sickly woman who was dying. But now they saw a strong and dangerous woman who would kill someone if they even looked at you the wrong way.
Already from afar, you saw the building that Silco had taken over. The loud music blasted through the cracks indicating it was full till the brim. Time for more dramatics.
You stopped at the door and with one nod towards your two henchmen, they moved to open the door.
It was bizarre how the music stopped at the exact moment when you entered the bar. The heels of your boots clicked against the floor alongside the thump of your cane.
You stopped and looked around the room, smirking when you spotted many familiar faces who had screwed you over in the past. It was fun seeing them now, mouths open, visible fear in their eyes. You fed on their fear.
“Oh, why so quiet all of a sudden?”
You took a few more steps until you stopped at the closest table. The man, or rather boy, who was sitting there looked up at you as if he had seen an angel (devil more likely). The adoration on his face caused you to lightly grin. “Aren’t you adorable?”
You reached out and patted his cheek before leaning over the table and taking his drink. Without breaking eye contact, you gulped down the liquor in one sitting. Sighing in satisfaction upon finishing. The boy followed your movements with his eyes, unblinking.
You raised your hand and caressed his cheek with her gloved hand. “I’m sorry, darling. But my heart belongs to another. And may the devil take me with him right now I won’t ever betray him like that.” With that, you adjusted your gloves and motioned towards the woman who was standing by the jukebox. “Will you press that play button for me, sweets?”
In an instant the music began to play and, taking one last glance around the room, you walked past everyone and up the stairs where you suspected Silco will be.
You were in a good mood today that was sure. Without even knocking or announcing your presence in any way, one of your men swung open the door to Silco’s office. “Thank you. Now, please, take your other half and go enjoy a drink or two.” You motioned to the other man who was escorting you. They both nodded their heads and disappeared leaving you alone with Silco and what appeared to be another woman.
“Honey, I’m home!”
You announced while looking Silco dead in the eyes. A beaming grin on your face. You then looked at the woman who was sitting on the couch to your left. “And you must be Sevika.” You walked over to the woman and sat beside her on the couch.
“Word’s going around that you saved my man’s life in that blast that happened in the docks?” You spared a glance in Silco’s direction who was silently observing you and your interaction with his right-hand woman. You then focused your attention back on the other woman.
After receiving a silent treatment, you raised one eyebrow. “Not much of a talker, are you? It’s good. It’s fine.” You placed your right leg over your left one and leaned deeper in the couch’s cushions. Your shoulder pressed to Sevika’s covered one. “I also heard you lost an arm in that blast. What a shame. The things that women can do with their hands…” You let out a low whistle. “Dear God. You know what I mean?”
With a grin on your face, you nudged your elbow against Sevika’s covered side only for it to hit something solid and metallic. “Oh, but looks like you have already found a replacement.” You patted the woman’s thigh. “Good for you.”
All this time the Sevika was silently observing you, the woman who was supposed to be dead. The fact that it was a lie came as a shock but the revelation that you were somehow connected with Silco was overwhelming. Sevika admitted, that she was lowkey disappointed that Silco didn’t reveal this part of the information to her. But on the other hand, she kind of perceived why. The whole city is probably going crazy by your appearance.
Sevika narrowed her brown eyes at the chattery woman beside her yet said nothing. She only perked up when Silco spoke up.
“Sevika, will you please leave us alone?” She nodded her head and stood up. Upon reaching the door, Sevika once more glanced at you who was now comfortably sprawled on the couch. You directed a beaming smile her way and a wave to which she replied with a scowl. Then the woman quickly disappeared into the hallway.
You watched Sevika leave and when the door closed behind her you sighed in satisfaction. “I like her.” You then turned to face Silco who was silently watching you from the moment you entered his office.
“I told you to wait another week before showing yourself.” Silco sighed while taking a cigar from his desk and lighting it up. You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, I know, I know.”
You then stood up and started to walk around the office in excitement. “Oh, but Silco you should’ve seen their faces when they saw me.” You gushed and Silco upon seeing your thrill couldn’t help but smile a bit. “This is exactly what I was talking about when I declared I’ll go into hiding all those years ago.” You stopped on the other side of his desk and looked at the man sitting in the chair. “It was worth the wait.”
Silco said nothing. Only a glint of a smile was visible on his face. You tilted your head while staring at the man before slowly walking around the desk. Once you were right beside him, you gripped the chair Silco was sitting in and turned it around so now you were facing each other.
You skillfully climbed in his lap, straddling his waist. The chair leaned backward allowing you to get in a more comfortable position. “I would’ve never done this without you.” Your voice was silent, for his ears only. One hand resting on his scarred cheek while the other on his chest.
Silco put down the cigar he held in his hand. Then placed his hands on your waist, squeezing them lightly. “Nor would I have done this without you.”
“Well, then it seems that we scored a jackpot.” A small smirk appeared on your face, causing Silco to let out a curt laugh.
Their conversation was followed by a gentle kiss that slowly turned into a heavy make-out session. Silco’s grip on your waist became tighter and the emotions – stronger.
You were able to taste the smoke on Silco’s lips alongside the liquor that he had drunk earlier. Even though the last time you saw him was just a day ago, this was the first time you were together when you weren’t hiding. You were here for all to see and for all to fear you.
You let out all her pent-up emotions into the kiss that were being trapped in you just like you were trapped in the caves. You were finally free to cause chaos around the city.
Was Zaun even ready for these two? The crime lord, the eye of Zaun, and the woman that cheated death.
Well. Ready or not, here they come.
⸹ ⸹ ⸹
You were walking through the bar, making your way towards the stairs that lead to Silco’s office. At the bottom of the stairs, you ran into not-so-pleasant-looking Sevika. The huge woman almost steered you out of the way, not seeing you at first.
“Watch your step, Sevika. We wouldn’t want you to lose your leg too.” You halted the woman by blocking her with your cane when the woman was moving past you.
The dark-haired woman turned to look at you with her usual scowl. Every so often you wondered if she was born with that scowl on her face. “Apologize, boss. But if you would know the trouble Jinx caused, I doubt you would be so cheerful.”
You sighed while lowering your cane. “I know. Don’t remind me.”
It always surprised Sevika that you shared the displease with her about Jinx. But as always, you didn’t let it show. Everyone already knew Jinx was Silco’s daughter. And you already from the beginning forbade Jinx to consider you to be the girl's mother.
Or that’s what people were thinking. You had mixed feelings about the girl. One moment you tried to avoid anything that involved the young bomber but on the other, a small spark of fondness crept inside you. The latter was mostly when Jinx caused some chaos, and you weren’t the one that had to clean the mess up. Everyone had their good and bad days.
Sparing one last look at Sevika, you walked up the stairs.
“I’m going to talk to him.”
You heard a brief and sarcastic ‘Good luck’ from Sevika before you lost her in the masses of people that were having fun in the bar.
Once you reached the door that led to Silco’s office, you barged in without announcing your presence in any way. You never did.
Once you entered, you closed the door behind you with the cane. Jinx was lying across the desk trying to explain something to Silco while the man was sitting in his chair. Once the pair saw you, Jinx let out a groan.
“Great. Mommy’s here!”
You narrowed your eyes while watching how the younger girl stood up from the desk. You took a few steps farther into the room. “I heard about some trouble with the shipment. Do you, by any chance want to state something about it?” The explosion expert let out another groan and slowly moved closer to you.
“Don't give me that look. I told Silco everything already.” Jinx was moving past you when you suddenly stopped the girl by grabbing her forearm.
Jinx was ready to protest when she noted your raised eyebrow and mischievous smile. “Did you at least make them suffer?”
A hearty laugh fell past the girl’s lips. She reached to hug you tightly, forcing you to grunt from the tight grip. Before you were able to say anything else, Jinx released you and went for the door not before calling out. “You bet!”
The door was banged shut and Jinx’s retreating steps were heard before the office fell into silence. Except for the muffled music from the bar downstairs.
“You always say parenthood isn’t your cup of tea, yet whenever something happens you act like it's not that big of a deal.” Your eyes fell on the man before you. You slightly narrowed your eyes before moving to walk around the desk.
“Along these years I have realized it’s the best way. Act like you’re satisfied with everything, and you’ll be good.” You stopped when you were right before Silco and smiled. “And after all, you’re here to play the strict parent act.”
Silco stood up to be face to face with you. “And that’s why you’re a bad parental example.” You put your palm over your chest in mock resentment. “Rude!”
While Silco went over the liquor cabinet in the corner of his office, you took his previous place in the chair. “You can’t blame me Silco. I never knew how to be a mother.” Silco’s eyes fell on you now sitting in his chair, a drink in his hand. The man had to admit you looked powerful sitting there. Your eyes then met his. “And I’ll never learn how to be one.”
“You underestimate yourself.” Silco walked back to his desk. “And what considers Jinx. I would’ve never managed without you.” You hummed while briefly letting your eyes linger on the papers that lay across Silco’s desk. Now that Silco was particularly running the whole Undercity the work doubled up. Countless Shimmer shipments that needed to be watched over, and just as many Shimmer factories. You even let Silco use your cave system to turn it into one of the underground factories.
It was one of the safest because there weren’t many people who knew about that place.
“Sometimes I still think I failed.” You were looking in the distance with a faraway look on your face. Your elbows were positioned on the desk and your head supported by your hands. You constantly thought of what-ifs. What could’ve happened if you did something differently. Jinx was a troublesome child. You knew that from the day Silco brought the girl to you. There were things that you both shared and Silco didn’t understand. Jinx was hunted by her past and so were you and Silco. But only you knew how it was to hear those annoying voices in your head.
You remembered that day quite well. When Jinx came to you and told you that her friends don’t leave her alone. It was a peaceful day in the Last Drop, and you were sitting by the bar enjoying the silence while there still was one. Glancing to your left you saw the little girl slowly walking down the steps.
“What’s wrong kid?” Jinx’s head shot up upon hearing your voice. Glancing around the empty bar and noting that there was no one else, the girl decided to join you. “Going to tell me about it?”
Upon seeing the girl walking down the steps, you knew something was up. Up until now, Jinx seemed to go quite well. She was troubled by nightmares, yes, but so were you. Those things never go away. It seemed that Jinx got used to the idea that she was now living here. With Silco and you.
Yet now, you knew something caused the girl to feel down and you wanted to help her. Catching the eye of the barmen, you delivered him a look and motioned with your head to leave you both alone.
Not sparing another glance the man left, not wanting to receive a beating from you. The man had seen enough of his usual customers being beaten by that cane of your if someone even looked at you the wrong way.
When he was gone, you stood up and took his place behind the bar. “Look what I found the other day.” Upon hearing your voice Jinx looked up and her eyes fell on the object that you placed on the counter.
Jinx’s eyes widened when she saw the dark-colored cup with colorful markings. “Judging by those colors, I assume it's yours?” Jinx looked up at you and nodded her head. A faint smile appeared on her face. “Great.” You mirrored her smile before turning around to face the various liquids. “Now, I maybe suck as a parent, but I know you’re too young for any of these.” You looked over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow Jinx’s way. The action caused the girl to laugh causing you to grin in a little triumph. You then reached somewhere underneath the counter and fished out a bottle of something.
After tasting it and making sure the liquid didn’t contain alcohol, you poured it into the cup. Then putting in the straw, you pushed the drink towards Jinx. “Here you go, kid.”
Jinx happily accepted the cup and you noted that her mood had improved a bit, yet something was still there that bothered her. You leaned across the counter with you forearms underneath you. “Now, will you tell me what brought that maniacal mood of yours down?”
Jinx kept silent for a moment. Upon observing the girl, you noted the slight hesitance. As if she was thinking if she trusted you or not. “Listen, Jinx. You can trust me.” The girl looked up from her cup to you. “But I’ll understand if you don’t want to tell me.” You waited for another second. After Jinx didn’t say anything, you sighed and moved to walk away until the girl’s gentle voice halted you.
“I can hear them. In my head, they are talking to me.” With your back turned to Jinx you swallowed, not expecting this turn of events. You slowly turned to face the girl who was still looking at the counter. “My friends, they don’t leave me alone. They are constantly talking in my head and bothering me.”
You wondered if the whole Zaun heard your heart breaking upon this revelation. You knew better than anyone how it is when those voices are constantly pestering you in the back of your head. Mocking you when you do something wrong. And laughing at you.
It was horrible for you, and you could only imagine how it was for Jinx.
“Oh, honey.” You walked towards the girl and clasped Jinx’s hand in yours. “I know how it is. Trust me.”
“You do?”
You nodded your head. “But you must remember something. They are just voices, nothing else. They can’t control you. They can’t harm you. You must learn how to draw them out.” Jinx looked at their joined hands.
“Did you learn, how to ignore them?”
You nodded your head once more. “It was hard, but yes. Sometimes, when I’m at my weakest, they’re still speaking to me. Talking any sorts of rubbish in my head.”
Jinx looked up at you, a new spark glinting in her eyes. “Will you teach me? How to ignore them?” You stared at the girl in front of you, thinking. What did Jinx do to deserve this? That's one thing you will never understand.
Without shifting your eyes away from the girl, you nodded your head.
“I will. I promise.”
You snapped out of your memories by hearing your name being called. You looked around to see you were still sitting in Silco’s chair, in his office. Turning your head, you saw Silco looking down at you with a concerned look on his face.
You swayed your head. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.” A sudden laugh fell past Silco’s lips.
“Do you remember what happened last time you told me that you were fine, and that I shouldn't worry?” You cast your eyes to the desk’s surface, a bitter laugh escaping your lips.
“You know I still haven’t forgiven you for that stunt you did.” You looked to your right where Silco was standing a cup of liquor in his hands. You turned the chair, so you would be facing him.
“That stunt turned out to be effective after all, didn’t it?” You swayed your head. “You’re unbelievable.” A whisper that Silco heard well. He always heard you. As if his ears were specifically tuned to capture every word that fell past your lips.
Silco noted the permanent frown that appeared on your face and seemed to stay there since he woke you up from that daze you were in. He placed the now empty glass on the table and leaned over you. Each hand on the armrest on either side of you, caging you between his arms.
You didn’t waist a second and put one hand on his scarred cheek while the other was sliding up his chest. Silco sighed upon feeling the now familiar tingle on the side of his face. Since you found out that with one touch you can make all Silco’s scars go away, you started to do it more frequently.
After staring at his flawless side that laid underneath the scars, you took your palm away and instead put it next to your other one on Silco’s chest.
“Tell me one thing. You do it because you prefer me being as I was before?”
You frowned upon hearing the hurt in his voice. Did he really though that you hated his scars? You leaned forwards, your faces almost touching. Your voice taking a more serious tone.
“No.”
You then leaned even closer that now your lips were lightly touching his earlobe causing a shiver to run down Silco’s back and whispered. “I do it because every time I see the man you used to be, the more I fall in love with the man you’re now.”
When leaning back, you made sure to skim your lips across his scarred cheek until your lips were almost touching Silco’s. Yet when Silco went to close the distance between them, you sprang up from the chair and swiftly moved across the room towards the door.
Upon opening them, you turned around. Silco was still in the same position, breathing heavily. He slowly tilted his head to look at you, standing by the door, to see the amusement that graced your features.
Casting your eyes down Silco’s figure, a smirk appeared on your face.
“I love when I can still get you frustrated like that. After all these years.” Earning a glare from the man you let out a laugh before disappearing through the doors. “Good luck dealing with that on your own.”
⸹ ⸹ ⸹
What considered Jinx, you knew the girl won’t leave it like that. Silco later told you everything that happened with the shipment. Everything that went wrong. You didn’t know the details, but you knew that Jinx had a slip-up.
You weren’t angry at her. Everyone had their moments in life. Everyone makes mistakes. But it seemed that it got too far in Jinx’s head.
You were sitting downstairs, drinking away problems. Surprisingly, Sevika was with you. Both of you were sitting in the farthest booth of the bar, from where you were able to see every corner of the room.
Yours and Sevika’s relationship was interesting. There were moments when you both hated each other’s guts and wished nothing else but to tear each other to pieces. But the next moment you were getting drunk in the Last Drop. You didn’t exchange your sappy stories or trust each other with your deepest secrets. Everyone needs a drinking buddy from time to time.
Every drink tastes better when there is someone with whom to enjoy it.
And that was what you were doing now. Simply enjoying a drink (or several) and keeping track of what was going on.
Your eyes glanced around the room when they stopped upon one of Silco’s lackeys.
“Uh-oh. And there goes my hope of drinking myself under the table tonight.”
Sevika turned to face you and when she followed your line of sight, instantly grasped what you were talking about.
It was Jeremiah, at least you thought that was his name. One of Silco’s men who usually brought news from Piltover. And news that came from Piltover was never pleasant. It meant problems.
Both of you followed the man with your eyes until he disappeared upstairs, probably to deliver the news to Silco. You didn’t shift your eyes from the stairs, both waiting for Silco to storm down looking for one of them or the culprit who disrupted his precious time.
“I bet on a drink, that he was ready for his beauty sleep when Jeremiah announced the news for him,” You smirked in your glass causing Sevika to turn and raise one eyebrow towards you.
You smirked in triumph when you noted a ghost of a smirk on Sevika’s lips.
“Deal.”
You both shook on it and your eyes once again turned towards the stairs. And not soon after Silco came rushing down the stairs, his eyes darting around the full bar, trying to spot the two women.
When Silco’s eyes met yours, he took a beeline towards their table.
“Told you.” You sang while grinning towards the other woman who just rolled her eyes. It was clear Silco got dressed in a rush. His tie was a bit crocked, and the shirt wasn’t buttoned up properly, his hair tousled.
“Half a dozen Enforcers dead. A building blown to pieces...” You looked up once Silco reached their table. “What was she thinking?”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “She?”
“Jinx! Where is she? I need to talk to her.” The man slid his hand through his hair. You sighed. You stood up and walked around the table to stand before him.
“First of all, calm down.” You lifted your hands and adjusted his tie. Then buttoned his shirt properly. “Second, don’t raise your voice at me. I’m not the culprit here.” You reached for his hands and buttoned his cuffs. All this time Silco was standing still, only his eyes were following your movements. “And third…” You dropped your hands and looked up into his eyes. “…Jinx is where she always is. In the old turbine.”
Silco let out a breath through his nose. It never ceased to amaze him how you were able to calm him down. Yet the calm soon disappeared, and the anger once more took over him. “And why are you so calm? It doesn’t bother you in the slightest?”
You let out a laugh. “Oh, it does.” Then you cunningly smirked at him. “But that’s why you are here for.” Silco was looking around the bar when your last comment caused his head to snap back at you. “Now. Be a good dad and deliver a strict lecture to your misbehaving daughter.” With that, you patted his chest and motioned for the bartender to bring two more drinks.
Seeing your action, Sevika spoke up for the first time since Silco arrived. “I owed you a drink.” You glanced at the woman and smirked.
“The night is still young. I’m certain you’ll get a chance to buy me a drink.”
Silco stared at you as you returned to your previous seat at the table. He shook his head and grumbled something underneath his breath before turning around and walking away, presumably looking for Jinx.
When he was gone, you couldn’t help but think if that wasn’t too harsh. But then you reminded yourself that Silco knew how much you tried to avoid involving yourself with the girl. You liked Jinx, but as she grew older, the young girl started to show even more and more of her problematic sides. And for some reason, it made you extremely wary.
Or maybe you were just disappointed in yourself that you failed to be a good mother, just like you initially feared. And now. Well. Here’s the result.
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