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bbydeathclaw · 5 months

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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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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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SIMP SEV WHO FUCKS YOU LIKE HER LIFE DEPENDS ON IT

yeah............ yeah.

men and minors dni

sevika's home. finally. you can hear her kick her boots off by the door, can hear the shuffling of her taking her poncho off and hanging it on the hook. you smile sleepily, curling into yourself further and drifting back to sleep.

you're half awake-half asleep, eyes still closed, brain still off, but consciously tracking the movements of your girlfriend as she wanders around the apartment. you hear the hum of the microwave, the click of a lighter, the heavy sigh of her exhaling after her first hit.

her fork clinks against her plate. the faucet turns on then off. there's a clatter when she puts her dishes in the sink. you manage to pry your eyes open when you hear her sneak into the bedroom. "baby." you say through a smile. sevika smiles sweetly down at you. "you're home."

"hi honey." she says, pressing a kiss to your head. "go back to sleep. i'm gonna shower." you nod, your heavy eyelids shutting as you drift off.

you wake up again when the calming white noise of the shower squeaks to a halt. finally, you think as you roll on your back. you open one eye to watch sevika as she tugs her sleep shirt on, her wet hair clinging to her face, a toothbrush between her lips. she's so pretty. her eyes catch on yours and she rolls her eyes.

"supposed to be asleep." she mumbles around the toothbrush. you giggle.

"missed you though." you say. she melts, quickly running back into the bathroom to spit her toothpaste out and then back out, flicking the light off and jumping into bed. she lands on top of you with a grunt. you laugh.

"missed you too." she says as she wiggles under the covers, planting her face on your tit, her hand coming up to grab the other. you wind your hand around her back, gently tracing patterns over her soft cotton sleep shirt.

she's snoring in seconds, and now, with sevika in bed with you where she should be, you fall into a deep slumber.

"honey." sevika grunts. you groan, flopping your head to the side.

"five more minutes." you mumble.

"no that's not--i need you baby." sevika says. you nod into your pillow.

"y' just put the bread in the toaster and push the lever down. 's not that hard. i believe in you." sevika chuckles beside you, breathy and flabbergasted.

"i'm not-- i know how to work the toaster." that makes you blink an eye open, looking at sevika skeptically. she rolls her eyes. "i burnt the toast one time!" she says. you huff.

"whaddya want?" you ask, sleep slowly receding from your body and mind. you become more aware of your surroundings. it's still pitch black in the bedroom-- still night time. sevika's hovering above you, her body pressed against yours. between your legs, her hips are shifting in tiny little circles. oh. a smile creeps up your face.

"shut up." sevika says, like she can see your knowing smile through the darkness. she can't, she just knows you well enough to know when you're about to tease her. you giggle.

"i didn't even say anything!"

"you were thinking a lot of stupid shit though. i can tell."

"you sure you wanna call me stupid before asking to fuck me?" you ask. she huffs.

"baby--"

"go ahead, honey." you say. she freezes. "take what you need." you whisper, assuring her. she snaps back into action, growling as she descends onto you, her hands clawing at your pajama bottoms, her lips crushing against yours. you gasp against her, and she takes the opportunity to shove her tongue in your mouth. you moan.

"i fuckin'," sevika grunts, "fuckin' missed you today." she says. you hum in sympathy. it was a friday, which is typically your date night, unless silco demands sevika's presence at some dumbass meeting like he did last night. sevika ducks down to suck a hickey in your neck, and you thread your fingers through her hair.

"'s okay baby." you say. she whines against your neck, shaking her head no. "what's wrong?" you ask.

"not okay." she grunts as one of her hands snakes under your shirt to paw at your tits. "missed you." she says. you giggle.

"i'm here now, honey." you say, lifting your hips up to grind against hers. "show me how much you missed me." she growls, sitting up to strip you down.

her hands are fast as she shucks your shirt off your body, faster when she pushes your waistband down your legs. you're naked beneath her in seconds, panting as she strips herself above you. you paw at her, scratching her abs, ribs, thighs. you fondle her tits, giggling when she gasps as you give her nipples a tug. sevika rips her own shirt off, then descends on top of you to kiss you breathless.

one of her hands moves between your thighs, her cold metallic fingers against your cunt making you jump. "sevika!" you gasp. she chuckles, her fingers rumbling to life between your thighs. you shudder. "oh fuck." you moan. sevika hums above you, satisfied to have her hands on you finally. "y-you, oh shit, you coulda had me when you got home." you say between whimpers.

"but you're so cute when you're sleeping. wanted to lay with you for a bit." she mumbles as she notches the vibrations of her fingers up. you gasp. "then i woke up fuckin' soaked from a dream about you." you squeak at her words. "'n i couldn't wait any longer."

"what-- ah! what was the dream about?" you ask as your thighs clench around sevika's hand.

"you." she says. "the way you smell. your skin." between your legs, sevika's fingers start rubbing small circles around your clit, the vibrations notching even higher. you groan. "your lips." she says, bending down to give you a quick peck. "those noises you make." she says. you whimper. "yeah, just like that." she says, a smile in her voice.

"sevika--"

"you close?"

"yeah."

"good." she says, suddenly tugging your legs open and pulling her hand away. you groan.

"why'd you stop?" you ask as sevika shuffles in the dark above you. she chuckles.

"needy much?" she teases. you pout.

"'s your fault!" you protest beneath her as sevika's hands move your legs. one of her legs hitches over your hip, and you melt into the bed beneath you. "oh shit. yes, please." you beg beneath her. she laughs.

"anything for you, baby." she says as she sinks down, her cunt sliding against yours. "fuck." she says. "you're soaked."

"you're soaked." you gasp at the feeling of her, warm and wet and grinding delicious circles against you with her cunt.

"fuck." she grunts above you, her claws clenching into your thigh. "so fuckin' good." she grunts. "i love this pussy. 's perfect." you whimper, your hands flailing out to grope sevika. one lands on her flesh bicep, and you sink your nails into the muscle, making sevika's hips stutter. your free hand finds one of her tits, fondling and tugging, making her whimper. "cut it out." she grunts. "'y gonna make me cum."

"that's a good thing." you tease beneath her. she huffs, smacking your hands away, pinning them above your head. you struggle against her grip, but it's futile.

"i was gonna fuck you nice and slow, but you're just too needy, aren't you baby?" she asks above you, her hips still. you huff. "you need more?" she asks. you nod, sputtering to speak when you realize she can't see you.

"please." you beg.

"please what?"

"please fuck me, sev." you whine. the grip on your wrists tightens, and sevika starts to fuck you.

with each thrust of her hips, a squelching sound rings out into the bedroom. you aren't sure if it's your cunt or sevika's-- or maybe both of yours together. the thought makes you shudder.

above you, sevika's trusting with little 'ah, ah, ah's. sevika's laid out over you, her tit's occasionally brushing against your face, her grip on your leg and wrists painful. against you, sevika's clit bumps yours on every other thrust, both of you gasping each time it does. you reach your head off the pillows, mouthing at sevika's tits, nipping and biting and kissing the flesh above you. she shudders.

"fuckin' quit." she grunts, her hips moving even faster against you. you giggle, sucking her nipple into your mouth to bite it gently. she jumps and whimpers. "shit!" her hips begin pounding against you.

above you, the headboard starts to smack against the wall. you pull away from her tit with a pop, kissing her nipple before laying back against the pillow beneath you.

"you fuck me so good sevika." you groan out. sevika shivers above you. "so good. your cunt feels so good, honey, i-- shit!" you gasp when her fingernails claw into your wrists' fragile skin. "you close?" you gasp out. above you, sevika whines. "awe baby. needed me so bad you woke me up for it? huh? needed my pussy that bad?" you tease. sevika's hips stutter, the rhythm of the headboard's smacking faltering as she tries to collect herself. "'s okay honey." you whisper. "love it when you're desprate for me." you say. "love the way you fuck me." sevika's silent above you, her grunts fading away as she gets closer to her orgasm. "you gonna cum?" you ask.

"y-y-yeah." she stutters.

"love you, sev." you whisper. the words push her over the edge, her thigh twitching against you, a choked sound escaping her mouth above you. beneath her, you grin. "that's it baby." you coo up at her. "there you go." sevika's gasping for air above you as she cums, her hips' thrusts turning into small grinding circles against your cunt.

the moment her shaking subsides, she's releasing her grasp on your wrists and shooting down your body to kiss you filthily. you groan against her mouth as she swipes her tongue against yours, your free hands wrapping around her back to hold her close to you. she hums against your mouth, her lips curling into a smile against yours. "love you too." she whispers against your mouth. you grin. "you didn't cum." she whines. you giggle.

"'s okay. i'm very satisfied. my girlfriend just fucked me so hard she dented the drywall." you tease. she chuckles above you, sitting up to untangle your legs.

"nuh-uh. i'm not done with you yet." she says shooting down to throw your legs over her shoulders. you gasp, your hand coming up to tangle in her hair. "made a mess on your cunt, baby. want me to clean it up for you?" she asks, licking your inner thigh. you giggle.

"yes please." you feel her grin against your skin.

"my pleasure." she grunts as she buries her face between your legs.

your eyes roll back in your head, and your last coherent thought before sevika's tongue starts to work against you is: there goes our saturday morning sleep-in.

#tysm anon i hope u like it!!!#i'm gonna revisit this concept someday and do... subby simp sev fucking u like an animal #but for now have some sleepy sex #sevika #sevika x you #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika smut #soft sevika

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abitohoney · 11 months

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Imagine telling sevika "I‘d still love you without all those gorgeous muscles, you know that right?“ when noticing you‘ve been complimenting them a LOT lately

Thinking about this scenario I just picture that soft expression she has when talking to Silco about Jinx and relating it to her relationship with her father. 😭 Want to hug and hold her SO BAD!

AN: This got a little... angsty I guess? Nothing too bad. Just different than my normal vibe. Or maybe I just felt angsty while writing this, idk. I've been feeling kinda down in the dumps lately, particularly in the past several weeks or so, and I think it's starting to show in my writing, unfortunately. (It's certainly been a huge hindrance to writing in general. Output has been near zero, hence the lack of posting much beyond just little HCs, imagines, etc.) But hey, this is SFW, which is unusual for me! Still tossed it below the cut due to length.

I certainly would still love her all the same without those delicious muscles of hers. There are hundreds of reasons I'm crazy about her, and I imagine the rest of the Sevika simps feel the same. She's an incredible woman.

Sevika oozes confidence. She's clearly proud of her body (As she should be! She looks AMAZING at 40). She's got those toned abs and delightfully large bicep of hers on constant display. Not to mention those tight pants that hug her deliciously muscular legs. 🤤

However, she is human. I'm sure that somewhere beneath her cool, confident exterior there's bound to be some self-conscious feelings, some worries, some doubt. Especially if you've been so frequently pointing out her glorious physique. Sure, it's gonna feel great to her at first. She'll feel high as a kite that her favorite person finds her so amazing and attractive. But at some point, you gotta believe she's going to think about what she might look like in 10, 20, 30 years, if she ever gives up whatever strict regime she has to stay so fit. You can't possibly expect her to maintain that figure until she takes her last breath. It's unrealistic and unfair. I certainly wouldn't expect her to. So she probably wonders, what would you think of her then?

Weak. That's how she feels if she ever lets her emotions- her vulnerability- show. So she bottles them up. Keeps them buried deep inside where no one can find them. Covers them up with layers of hardened muscles, a stony expression, and a personality to match. ------------------------X------------------------ Post-workout routine with Sevika, you once again find yourself openly ogling her sweat-slick body. All those delicious muscles of hers just glisten and flex as she wipes herself down with a towel. Sevika catches you staring and that frown she tends to wear curls into a small, crooked grin. Realizing you've been caught, you speak your obvious thoughts aloud, "Janna, your body is so unbelievably sexy." You step closer to her and run a hand along her arm, paying special attention to her bicep. "So strong," you whisper, almost in a trance as you give the hard muscle beneath your hand a gentle squeeze. Your eyes drift back up to her face, just in time to spot that sexy smirk of hers deteriorating into something entirely different. Something... pained. Not wanting to let you read the thoughts plaguing her mind, Sevika turns away. Says nothing. Just hopes you can't see how her expression falls into that rare, soft, but dejected look. Like she's carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. But not even those broad shoulders can carry so much. And they'll only weaken with age, she thinks. And there's that awful word again. Weak. Despite her efforts to hide her feelings, you can spot that sudden change in her demeanor a mile away. The way her shoulders slump, her head drops just the slightest, her gaze goes distant, eyelids heavy over those gray eyes that threaten to expose the storm brewing behind them. You know that look. And you know exactly what's going through her head. So you cautiously step closer, knowing the subject matter is touchy with her. That really anything relative to her feelings puts her on the defensive. Slowly, you slide your arms around her waist from behind and gently pull her closer until your chest presses against the damp, heated skin of her back. You can feel how her body tenses at your touch, the physical affection. But you persist, with care. You rest your cheek just below her shoulder and just hold her, giving her a moment to adjust. Once you feel her start to relax, you finally speak. "You know I'd still love you even without all this muscle, right?" You ask softly. You don't truly expect her to answer. She hates talking about this 'shit' as she'd call it. And that's fine. You just want to let her know how you feel about her. To reassure her she's got you by her side. No matter what. "Your muscles are only one of the many things I love about you, Sev. I hope you know that," you continue on as you pull her closer and tighten your embrace. "Even if they fade away someday, you're still going to be the most gorgeous, charming, and amazing woman I've ever met. I'll always-" you give her a good squeeze for emphasis, "-love you." Sevika still says nothing, but when you press a chaste kiss to her back and feel her human hand slide over yours where it rests on her stomach, you know she's heard you. When she gives your hand an almost imperceptible little squeeze, you know she understands. When she finally turns to face you and pulls you in close, her lips tugging just the slightest at one corner while she peers down at you, you know she believes you. And when she bends down to capture your lips in what is most assuredly the sweetest kiss she's ever shared with you, you know her love for you is just as strong.

#arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika x reader #honey writes

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princesssmars · 1 year

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bakery babe

a vi x reader

you asked vi why she doesnt use more pet names with you. you then start to regret it.

a/n: lets go sapphics. but fr i love her and her tag is dry but getting better but i need to contribute this stupid idea. the idea of vi bringing those back breakers home is funny.

contains: mostly fluff with some spice/nsfwish in the end (they makeout and alludes to them taking a trip to pound town). me being a simp. vi being a simp. YOU being a simp. enjoy.

(f/d) - fave drink | (f/s) - fave snack

"why do you only call me babe?"

vi's head perks up at your question. youd both been in the living room of your small apartment on the edge of piltover and zaun, big enough for the two of you but still nice and cozy. it was a day off for vi from her job securing both of the cities safety, and youd decided to just spend it together in each others company at home. it’d been silent in your living room while you read and she cleaned off her gauntlets until your question.

throughout your entire relationship, vi had only called you “babe”. you didn't have a problem with or the way it sounded especially because her voice was gorgeous but that's not the point, but you knew she was a giant flirt and a general tease. she called caitlyn “captain cupcake”, she still liked to tease jayce by calling him "pretty boy"; she had multiple nicknames for everyone. so the singular one for you made you wonder.

the other woman's brow raised. “i don't understand. does it make you uncomofrtable? do you not like me calling you babe?”

“no, no, i do!” you raised your hands, waving them quickly in front of you, “it's just that's the...only pet name you use. i thought after hearing you with others you'd be more…creative, i guess.”

her eyes widen and a smile graces her face. “more...creative, huh? yeah, i can do that.”

good god.

strike one

about two weeks later, you found yourself in the kitchen cooking a somewhat complicated dinner for you and your lover. these past few days vi had been working extra hours at the department after some of silco’s old goons started causing trouble in the undercity. which was horrible because of the harm they were causing to innocent people, of course, but also because your poor girlfriend came home at such late hours in the night looking exhausted. you insisted she take some more days off or work less hours, but vi was nothing if not hardheaded.

so, knowing she wouldnt back down on working hard, it was only right you did this nice thing for her. hell, you even went down to jerichos' to ask him for the recipes for vi's favorite dishes.

a while into cooking, you hear the familiar sounds of the front door closing and the atlas gauntlets falling in place on the floor. the sound of vi’s heavy footsteps move towards you until you feel her strong arms wrap around your stomach, her face resting on your shoulder. you briefly move a hand to brush through her hair, making her hum. “rough day again?”

she groans loudly, smiling when you laugh at her. “when is it not a rough day at this point? i swear it's like every damn hour I have to deal with some stuck-up piltie who thinks im too stupid to help or an asshole zaunite who thinks im just a traitor or a liar,” she sighs. as she talks, you continue cooking the dinner while listening to her rant about her day. “and then I nearly got in trouble for telling some asshole at the precinct off! he's lucky I didn't kick his ass. but whatever, it's over now. i'm just glad to be here with you, sweetheart.”

you stopped stirring. “sweetheart?”

vi paused then laughed behind you, gripping onto you tighter. “well-yeah, you said I wasn't creative enough, so i'm trying stuff out. what do you think?”

you turn from the dinner to face her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and looking into your girlfriend's pretty blue eyes as she looks at you oh so lovingly. “i think it's cute. i love it. use it more.”

“im glad you like it, sweets” she smiles, laughing at your demand and then moving to kiss your cheeks and your lips before turning you back to the stove. “so, whats for dinner?”

strike two

you and vi were walking around the market in piltover, looking for some new clothes and furniture for your home. it was a warm sunny day, and sometimes you caught vi stopping and basking in the sunlight. growing up in the lanes, day and night were almost interchangeable thanks to the altitude, but now that she spent most of her time outside and not in a cell, the pink haired girl blossomed. the cutest part was how her freckles had grown in numbers and darkened in color.

after walking, observing, and buying things for a few hours, vi tugs your arm to sit on a stool at a pop-up cafe, waiting for one of the workers behind the counter to become available to you. you're just glad to be off of your aching feet for a moment, finding comfort in vi holding your hands in hers.

" 'm sorry we've been walking for so long. theres just so much i want to get here." vi apologizes, bringing your hands up to her mouth to press kisses on to them.

you beam at her soft words and actions. "its fine, shortcake. i know you didnt get to buy much when you and pow were younger. our walls n shelves are a bit bare, so get whatever knick-knacks you want."

vi's scarred lips turn up into an appreciative smile before she cups your cheeks and presses kisses onto them, smiling even harder at your giggles. she was such a pda lover, but what could she say? you were a catch, and she loved to show you off.

"hi! can i get you two anything?" a cheery voice pips up from your right, making your love pull away from you to face the barista.

"hello. i'll just take a coffee, but my lil pumpernickel here will take a (f/d) and a (f/s), thank you."

vi, like the little shit she is, casually turns her head back to you after placing your order. as your expression grows more and more confused she struggle to contain her amusement.

"p...pumpernickel? are you serious? what does that...thats just bread!"

"yeah but it sounds cute, right?"

strike three

the way you fell for this girls charms were unreal. itd scare you if it didnt pay off in the best ways.

before this youd both been out with friends, enjoying yourselves in a booth at the last drop. the night was filled with stories from your younger days, friendly teasing, and laughter. but as the hours ticked on and the drinks kept coming, you noticed that vi became more flirtatious and teasing, whispering in your ear and raising her hand slowly up your thigh.

all of that led you to now, pressed againt the door of your apartment with a very eager vi pressing into your front while pressing wet kisses on your neck.

"mmhh..v-vi, baby, lets move this to the bedroom, yeah?" you whimper, dually pressing your hands on her shoulders to push her off and pull her in closer.

she hums, squeezing her arms tight against your waist. "hmm, i dont know, hun. i think we should stay riiight here. we wanted to christen every part of the house, remember?"

"god, youre a pervert." you groan, partly in due to playful annoyance and partly because she literally bit you on the most sensitive part of your neck. when you turn your head to reprimand her she captures your lips in a heated kiss.

her kiss is all consuming, causing your legs to feel weak and your brain dizzy. shes taking all of you, and youd gladly give her anything and everything.

she pulls away, her eyes still closed as she pants to catch her breath. "fuck, you taste so damn good, muffin."

you involuntarily let out a small moan, causing both of your eyes to widen.

after a few seconds, vi starts to smirk.

"so, its muffin, huh?"

"oh my god, shut up." you groan, going to lean your head on the door before you feel her rough hand grip your chin to look at her.

"nuh uh, im gonna have a lot of fun with this. god, i shouldve tried calling you this weeks ago if i knew itd make you sound like that."

you sigh, feeling slightly embarassed but admittedly more turned on. you hated it and loved it at the same time. "are we gonna do something orr are you just gonna tease me all night, you jerk?"

the brawler laughs to herself, quickly moving her arms below your ass and on your thighs so you can wrap your legs around her waist.

"dont worry, muffin, i plan on eating every bit of you tonight."

lets just youre. really glad you asked that question.

so many italics. so much horny. what is wrong with me no one look at me.

#vi x reader #vi arcane #arcane x reader #vi fluff #vi smut #arcane vi x reader #fem reader

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astudyincontrasts · 1 year

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Hey Arcane Fandom!

It’s been an amazing year on Tumblr celebrating our love of this incredible show with each other through art, writing, and general unhinged simping insanity. It has been a joy and a privilege to spend this past year surrounded by so many wonderful and gifted people; drooling over art, crying or laughing or dying of thirst at each new fic, and celebrating together as we watched this masterpiece of a show deservedly win award after award.

As we remember the past months fondly and look ahead to simping our way into the future, we would like to offer everyone the chance to celebrate each month of the new year alongside our very favorite ratman. Thirteen of the most talented artists and twelve of the most incredible writers the Silco fandom has the privilege to call its own have all joined together to create a 2023 SILCO CALENDAR.

This was a labor of love and friendship made by and dedicated to the people who make this fandom the joyful home of unhinged fun we have built together. This Monday it will be available for FREE digital download for anyone who wants it! You can use the template to print a physical copy or just enjoy it as is, with twelve months of The Eye of Zaun keeping watch over your every sinful misdeed and encouraging each one.

Edit: HERE IT IS!!

#ok teasing is over #or edging as Vas insists we’ve been doing #silco #arcane #Silco 2023 calendar #fandom gift #you’ll have to wait till Monday to see the whole thing though #details and artist credits then

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rzyraffek · 11 months

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Eddie with a bookworm S/O who simps for fictional men? Lmao imagine telling this hunk of a man that you simp for the villian in the story !! While he is jealous I feel like fictional characters he wouldn't mine especially if the character looks like him or reminds them of him!!

Thank you!

- 🎨

That is so real of you man. Eddie will call s/o 'his wife' but its litteraly eggie gluskin what did you expect They/them, sfw, Request open

Eddie gluskin with bookworm s/o

Man will be annoyed that s/o is all blushy and has all those butterflies becasue of some book

Like "ugh what do you mean u like this guy from a video game??? Isn't that cheating?!" Yeah he will be jealous asf

He usually enjoys reading books together, either you both just sit in room together and read your own books or s/o cuddles up to him/sits on his lap and they read together. Omg if imagine his reaction when they are reading book together and s/o suddenly blushes... like "??? Really my love??? You are into THAT stuff??" Gonna judge them.

"Hmm why is my lovley wife all red on face hmm??" "Well did you see new spiderverse movie? Well there is a guy called Migue-" (or put anyone here, I put him cuz he is all over my fyp and im not even a marvel fan) He gonna be offended how dare you have crush on person that doest exists!!! His heart is broken

Nah but fr he is just dramatic

Pls give him affection and praise he gonna feel bab :(

Especially when s/o simps villans/bad characters... well now he understands why s/o is so over their knees for him! You just like crazy people s/o! We are in asylum already, get in! Nah but fr fr if s/o simps bad bad people he gonna look up their crimes and be like ...hmmm yeah that's a good crime.. I wonder if s/o will like me more if I commit it hmm

Also he bites them, it has nothing to do with this topic but he bites them, never did he leave a hickey on them, but bite marks for sure

Also he makes fun of them like lmao love you are really getting all red because of some pucture of a guy? Or few words written? Pfff cute how easly you get all flustered

Imagine if s/o simps some goofy guy that looks similar to edddie! (Silco from arcade looks a bit similar) he will think "yeap they definitely have a type... yeah"

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #eddie gluskin x reader #eddie gluskin #outlast #eddie x reader

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silcoitus · 2 years

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Me checking my Tumblr dash with my breakfast every morning

#ah yes let's see what all the silco simps were up to while i slept #getting caught up on Silco smut over cereal

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avidfics · 2 years

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Meeting Vi

A/N: I literally love Vi and made this account after watching Arcane. This is kinda a slow burn.

Summary: You get to meet your crush, Vi, for the first time, but she thinks you’re a bad influence on her sister.

Warning: cursing, some simping

Word Count: 2.1k

The wind whipped across your face as you rode through the busy streets of Zaun at night.

“What happened to you promising a fun night with absolutely zero explosions!” You shouted at Jinx, whose arm was bleeding out from where she sat on the motorbike behind you.

She, on the other hand, was acting as if she wasn’t bleeding profusely. Instead, she used the sides of the bike to stand up, making her sway from side to side.

“I said prepare for a fun night FULL of explosions!” the she-devil let out an excited shout in the air.

“I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered that distinction.” You scoff to yourself.

“Just sit still.” You plead with her as you try to not hit the many people walking. “And please explain to me why you’d rather get patched up at a gym than get a real doctor? I’m sure Silco has someone on staff.” Not that you wanted to be in the same room as the most dangerous man in Zaun. Your, already queasy, stomach lurched just at the thought.

Jinx finally sits on the seat and lets out a dramatic sigh. “Silco would make a big whoopie doo and send a hit squad after the idiots who caused this little scrape.” Said ‘little scrape’ was still bleeding The warm blood was sticking to the back of your shirt from where she rested. “No way will I let him in on my heist, it’s my business, not his.”

Abruptly she tries to stand and, once again, you lose control of the bike. “Those ugly bastards better hope I bleed out because they won't get a second chance!”

“Can the mega ass-whopping be paused so we don’t crash!” Your efforts to calm Jinx down are wasted. A pole comes out of nowhere and the front wheel crashes right into it.

The bike lands on your ankle at an odd angle, but you are more concerned with Jinx. What if she landed on her injured arm-

“Great steering skills, chief.” Jinx groans out sarcastically.

“Smart-ass”. “Well, you shouldn’t have dragged us to some back alley doctor.”

Somehow Jinx is able to crawl from under the motorbike easier than you. “I’m just fulfilling my role as an awesome friend - “ Your eyes bug out at the audacity. “I promised a fun night so I delivered you on a silver plate to someone I know you want to have fun with.” She comically wiggles her eyes at you, who is still, lying under the bike.

“What are you talking about -”

Your words are cut off by angry boots slamming against the pavement toward both of you.

“Powder, what the fuck?!”

Without looking up, you know the owner of that voice with every fiber of your being. Your assumption proves correct when Jinx gives you a slow, shit-eating grin. Obviously, the little mischief picked up on the seismic crush you had on her sister, Vi.

“Powder, please tell me that isn’t your blood dripping from your arm.”

“It’s Jinx, and it’s not all my blood. Some of this belongs to the lovely gentlemen Y/N and I played with tonight.”

Vi’s vibrant pink hair whips down at you. The accusatory glare is hard to miss. You squirm under its weight but, you know her mood will change once Jinx actually shares what went down tonight with her sister.

Subconsciously you also wanted Jinx to clear the misunderstanding because you’d hate for Vi to have a negative view of you since you’ve admired her from a distance for some time. It started when a couple of teenage thugs were spray painting obscenities on the window of your tiny bakery. Not to be underestimated, you had a small knife and a bat underneath the cash register that you were prepared to use, but then you’d have to step away from your customers.

Just as you were preparing to take off your apron, Vi came jogging along, hoodie pulled over her head, sleeves bunched at her elbows, and wraps circling her knuckles. The last thing you expected from a complete stranger was to take all four boys down to the ground, groaning in pain, as their paint sprays rolled away on the sidewalk. You stood in shock and watched as she lectured them for five minutes and when she finally let them go, the boys came inside the bakery and apologized.

Those boys still come in twice a month to wash the windows and scrub the floors.

From that day on, you monitored the sidewalk outside your shop everyday at 10 am to watch as Vi went on her morning runs.

Jinx called you a stalker.

Still, you never got a chance to talk to her and it had been eating you up inside. Even now, as she stood less than four feet away from where you still sat on the pavement, scolding Jinx for her recklessness, her proximity was sending your stomach in turmoil.

Being this close to the boxer made your lungs constrict in a panic. Her wide, determined stance with both arms crossed over her chest in a way that made it hard not to notice her well-defined muscles. Just seeing the way her black tank top clung to her made you want to send a prayer of thanks to the heavens for the high temperature.

God, you were no better than a dude. You were supposed to be worried over Jinx, not lusting over her sister.

“Jinx, head inside the gym. There’s someone inside who can patch you up. I’m going to speak to your friend.”

The troublemaker herself rolls her eyes but not before sending you an over-the-top wink. “Sure, you two spend some time being ‘friendly’. Maybe invite Y/N over for a sleepover while you’re at it”

Fuckin Jinx! You wanted to be more upset, but you finally were going to have a conversation with Vi.

“Hi, I’m-”

“Not interested.” The cutoff was a slap to the face. “I only want you to tell me what is Silco trying to use Jinx for now. Don’t look confused, I know you are a low-level thug for Silco. So what? Is he giving you a paycheck if you convince Jinx to mess with gangs on the east side?”

Vi was totally heated; somehow it was turning you on. It wasn’t your fault! She stood over you with full attention on you, a snarl on her beautiful lips.

You shake away the nervousness you had about talking to Vi to try to make sense of what she was saying. “First, I’m no one’s low-level thug, I mean I had skill. Second, I have no clue what you’re talking about.” It sucked that you were still sitting underneath the bike so try standing up, but your ankle wasn’t having it. A sharp pain shot up from your ankle and sent you back to the ground where you started. This might’ve been the most embarrassing moment of your life.

You sheepishly peek up at her. “Mind giving me a hand before we continue?”

One bandaged hand extends down. You have a slight hesitancy, but you place your clammy hand in hers, and that heated warmness returns to your stomach as she grapes your hand in a punishing grip. In a move so fast you miss, Vi yanks your shoulder forward to encroach in your space. Her steel boot finds footing on the bike. Ever so slowly, she steadily adds pressure as it presses into your injured ankle.

Renewed pain burns through your ankle. A startled scream chokes in your throat.

You look up at Vi, incredulous that she would be this violent to you, and what you see back makes you freeze. Vi is kind, gentle, and a tad sarcastic, but she is also protective. No matter how hard you tried to yank your hand away, she kept yours in a vise, squeezing so hard her arms flexed. You can’t help biting your lip because it was kinda hot.

“Shit, what’s your issue!?” Her foot remains constant on the bike. The struggle against her was futile and damning because you had never noticed the cut on her lip before. There was an intense urge to lean up a few inches to run your tongue along it.

Your blatant simping, unfortunately, does not go unnoticed. Vi’s gray eyes had followed yours, bringing that hardened smirk back to her lips.

“Focus darling.” Literally swooning, while being stepped on, a new low. “Everyone knows you work for Silco, so tell me, why are you using Jinx to steal equipment from gangs?” she asks, followed by another intense press of her foot into your injury.

Crap, this was not how you wanted to meet Vi. She was treating you like one of those mischievous boys who spraypainted your bakery and it was pissing you off. “Ow! What part of I don’t know don’t you understand? I worked for Silco, as in, PAST tense. Which, hello, everyone’s sister or brother has in some way or another worked for that maniac. I’m a freaking baker now, my only scheme is trying to pay less for sugar and flour. I’m freaking retired and your sister knows this but somehow she roped me into helping her a few times as a getaway - I have a soft spot for that crazy girl.”

You manage to wrestle a small knife from your waistband and tap it against Vi’s side. “I don’t plan on snitching about Jinx’s plans, now get the fuck off of me so I can check on Jinx.” You dig the blade a smidge deeper.

Vi doesn’t hide her surprise look at you pulling a knife on her. Her shock doesn’t last for long as she smiles, almost looking proud. “Looks like the baker has some edge. Sweet and then sour.” Her smile disorientates you for a second, and that’s all she needs. Her free hand covers your hand that grips the knife. “You seem scared, kitten. Do you know how to use it?” Her thumb gently rubs against the pulse at your wrist.

Your breath shutters as you exhale. “Let go of my hand and you’ll find out.” Secretly you hope she doesn’t call your bluff. Vi wasn’t your favorite person at the moment but you didn’t want to harm her.

Seconds tick by as Vi’s eyes don’t leave yours. Until they do and they go down, lingering at where your v-neck shirt had dropped down, exposing more of your cleavage than you normally show.

You shake your hand from Vi’s to readjust your shirt.

Vi awkwardly clears her throat and places her hands in her pockets as if she suddenly became self-conscious. “Let’s get this bike off of you.” The harsh Vi is gone in a cloud of smoke and the Vi you recognize arrives, but which one is the real Vi?

With one hand she lifts the bike up and puts down the kickstand. She gently lifts you up next, despite your protest. “Let me help walk you inside.”

“First you cause my injury and then you want to make it better?” You shake off out of her hold, completely peeved.

“Cupcake, sloppy motor skills caused your injury -” you let out an irritated sigh. “However, I sure didn’t help it heal. Sorry?” She ducks her head down to give you an apologetic grin. Your heart skips too much to give a reply so instead, you offer her your arm so she can help you limp inside the gym. But Vi must’ve had other plans because she bends until her knees touch the concrete, and looks up expectedly.

“I’m protective of Jinx because she’s the only family I have, but sometimes I go too far. I know Jinx considers you a friend so I am sorry for hurting you.” A gentle hand tugs on your calf. You let out a startled yelp and feel your face heat at how close her face is to the tops of your jean-clad thighs. Her neck is angled straight back to look at you with puppy eyes. “Let me take care of you to show how sorry I am.”

You literally stop yourself from moaning. Vi had a way of making every nerve feel alive and buzzing like a live wire. You believed that she was just looking out for her sister, but you still were going to sulk for a bit.

“Fine.” You wobble around to her back and wrap your arms around her neck. “I don’t want to hear a peep if I’m too heavy.”

A playful pinch on your thigh makes you let out an embarrassing giggle. “Cupcake, I could give you a piggyback ride all week.”

You tried not to think of other kinds of ‘rides’ as she carried you inside the gym.

#vi x reader #arcane x reader #vi arcane

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speuradair · 1 year

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Drunk Silco, Viktor Headcanons

Request: “hcs for how silco & viktor act drunk?👀”

While sober Silco is still passionate about everything he cares about, whether it be his work to gain control and independence for Zaun or his beloved partner, he’s still quite stiff and cold about it

Not that he doesn’t want to be openly passionate, he just shows it in a different way than most people

From an outsider’s perspective he may even seem dismissive of his partner, though in actuality he’s the farthest from it

He just shows his care and affection in his own way that might only make sense to him and his partner

However

When he’s drunk, any sense of restraint or decorum just escapes him

He becomes so openly affectionate towards his partner than it’s almost sickeningly sweet

Drunk Silco gives Gomez Addams vibes

Passionate, Affectionate, traditionally romantic

openly simping for his partner

will spontaneously pull you into him and kiss up your arm while telling you how you take his breath away before wanting you to dance with him

surprisingly good at dancing too despite being completely wasted

Silco can never focus on work after he’s been drinking, because he just doesn’t want to

He wants to have you in his arms, his fingers in your hair, and your arms around his torso

You’re already on his mind 24/7 but when he’s drunk he can’t resist the urge to focus solely on you anymore

Silco knows how sentimental he gets when he drinks a lot so he doesn’t have more than a drink or two unless you two are completely alone

It’s not that he’s ashamed of his feelings for you, he just prefers to keep that side of him reserved for you and you alone

He’s so rigid when sober, pls just let him cling to you while he’s drunk bc you’re all he can think about

Viktor actually finds drinking to be pretty enjoyable

he doesn’t overdo it or anything, just enough to lessen his chronic pain

he wants to be responsible with it of course, and he also finds that drinking too much stops him from being able to competently work

he doesn’t get fully drunk very often, usually just a bit tipsy

but when he does get drunk, he becomes an absolute puppy of a man

Viktor is affectionate in general, not having any reserves when it comes to wrapping an arm around your waist or giving you a soft forehead kiss

so when he’s actually drunk he’s all over you

he not only wants to endlessly express how much he adores you, he wants your constant reassurance and praise of how much you love him too

almost always ends up lying with his head in your lap, looking up at you with these lovesick puppy eyes that are only ever given to you

please play with his hair or caress his cheek while he does, it’ll make him openly giddy

on a different note though, Viktor has a tendency to get a bit chaotic as well

he’ll have all of these ‘scientific breakthroughs’ and ‘brilliant discoveries’ that are actually him just explaining already understood scientific concepts

he’s frantically scribbling something on a chalkboard while babbling

“so what if instead of being an invisible force, it’s actually a bending of space, that’s why bigger objects have a greater pull- this is incredible, this could change everything!”

“Baby, that’s just the Theory of Relativity. Einstein already proposed that.”

“… what?”

“You’re very smart for coming to that conclusion on your own though!”

just support him, he’ll figure things out i swear

he really is a genius, just

not so much when he’s drunk

#arcane #league of legends #viktor #silco #x reader #headcanons #self insert #fanfic #imagine #maidhc writes

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the-fo0l · 2 years

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„Your beauty never ever scared me”

Silco x gn! reader

Notes: i love him sm but he's kinda hard to write for. some would say this is way out of character for him but idc, he's a simp for his s/o.

Summary: you reassure silco when he's feeling insecure

Warnings: fluff, pretty short, kissing, not yandere for once, highkey lowkey sub silco vibes, he's down bad for you

Silco was sulking again, though you couldn't be surprised.

He'd just gotten back from a meeting with the Chem-Barons which turned out to be even more frustrating than usual, and of course, the first thing he sees once he steps into the Last Drop is some young hot ruffian hitting on you at the bar. On any other night he would leave the poor soul with broken bones and/or scarred skin but his day had already been tiring enough.

Soon after Silco retreated to his office you finished your drink and not-so-politely told the guy to fuck off before going upstairs to check on your boyfriend.

When you enter his office you see him was sitting at his desk, face burried in shimmer reports, with one hand casually (but intentionally) covering the scarred side of his face. He had noticed you come in but didn't greet you like he usually would. In fact, he was ignoring your presence completely.

You couldn't help but smile at how cute he was being. Without much hesitation you stride over to his side of the desk, moved some paperwork off to the side and sat on the desk facing him.

Silco tried to keep writing as if you weren't even there but you plucked the pen from his hand, making him finally look at you.

"What's got you pouting like that, hm?", you ask knowingly, tilting your head to the side a bit. After a moment of silence he finally finds his words.

"You...deserve better than me" he responds sheepishly, he couldn't even hold your gaze for long, either out of embarrassment or insecurity.

This earned him a light sigh from you, you turn your gaze away from him and take a moment to look out the window behind his chair. After a second you pull the red lipstick from your pocket and the pocket mirror from his desk drawer.

Silco watched you with a confused expression as you carefully applied the bright color onto your lips, simultaneously feeling his heart sutter slightly at how good you looked. You didn't even spare him a glance, to focused on the task at hand.

Once you're done with putting on the lipstick you set down the things you were holding and finally turn your gaze back down onto him. Silco can feel his breath hitch slightly at the way you look right now, as if the lipstick wasn't enough, the sly yet adoring look on your gorgeous face and the mishevious glint in your eyes makes him feel completely and utterly weak under you.

You gently grab his chin, running your thumb across his jawline for a moment before leaning in closer. At this, Silco instinctively begins to lean into your touch and close his eyes, expecting a kiss on the lips.

Instead, you begin to press kiss after kiss to the scarred side of his face.

His forehead, cheek, eyebrow, corner of his eye- nothing is left without a vivid red kiss print. You make sure to give extra attention to the most prominent scars and the cluster of them by his vermillion eye. All the while Silco's eyes remain cracked open slightly, at least until you press the last kiss onto his lips, this one being far more drawn out than the others.

It truly feels as if your lips are melting into one another. Silco tightly grasps at your shirt, not allowing you to move away, and in response, you gently cup his head with both hands.

With every passing second he can feel his worries wash away, the only thoughts that remain being of you. This gesture of your love you've given him has his chest feeling warm and throat aching with the bitter fact that this moment can't last forever.

Ignoring the rather desperate way Silco chases after your lips, you pull away a little to look at your work.

Half of you lover's face is littered with kiss prints of varying opacity, there's red speared across his lips and a devoted look in his eyes that's reserved for only you. He also takes a moment to study you, his gaze flicks from one of your eyes to the other, making sure to take in every detail on of your gorgeous face.

"There is no better than you, Silco", you break the intimate silence with a whisper, "you're mine alone, I don't need anyone else, okay?" you somewhat teasingly coo at him.

"..Okay", he says with a smile steadily creeping onto his face before wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you back down into another kiss.

((no work got done that night))

#silco #silco x reader #silco fluff #arcane fic #silco fanfic #im bad at writing fics help #i feel so insecure about everything i write #ending doesn't imply smut but think what you want #arcane x reader #arcane fluff

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jennithejester · 1 year

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“It’s been a long day. Now, why don’t you come over here and show me what else that smart mouth of yours can do,” Silco said.

It wasn’t a request.

(You’re welcome, simps. 😘)

#silco league of legends #Silco #silco fanart #silco simp #fanart #character art #league of legend art #arcane fanart

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a-gal-with-taste · 2 years

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Clearing the Rain (NSFW)

Summary: The man is like a void, unknown to the likes of you and others, while he holds all the knowledge in an endless vacuum - the bastard knows it too.

You wouldn’t doubt that he possesses some ability akin to telepathy. The way Silco raises his brow at you is questioning, almost taunting in a toyingly cruel fashion. As if to say: you are correct. The Eye sees all, indeed:

And what do you plan to do about it?

(Or, You had fucked up. Anyone else would've run. So Silco is left to wonder; why didn't you?)

Warnings: NSFW|MDNI. Pre!Act 1, boss-employee relationship, light dom/sub, Reader is an unapologetic simp, fingering, alley sex/sex in the rain, light praising, hair-pulling, pre-relationship, suggested possessive/protective behavior (AO3 Link)

Mad or genius. Insane or clever. Sly or sane, man or monster…

Gods help you - some days, it was impossible to tell which is which, and what exactly Silco was. Beneath the practiced and carefully-constructed shield of refinement, of endlessly ruminative nature, there was something else brimming just beneath the surface... whether it spoke of madness, or of genius, you didn’t understand the language of his mind well enough to know.

You doubted you ever will, but you tried, and you try now. Piercing desperately with watching eyes that rove over him in quick, fliting movements, you suppress some tiny sound of frustration at finding... not even nothing . The man is like a void, unknown to the likes of you and others, while he holds all the knowledge in an endless vacuum - the bastard knows it too.

And what do you plan to do about it?

Both of you are aware of how your skills are limited. There’s a million others with more battle-prowess than you, your intellect doesn’t branch much further beyond street-level and subtly equates to a punch in the face for you...

Speaking of which, you reach up to delicately prod at your chin, and the tender skin that’s already darkening there. You’re hardly skilled in the fields of medical, but you know the bruise is going to be a keeper for days to come...

That is, if you will still be allowed to have days left.

You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you die today. Upset, sure, but after today’s fuck-up, you’re not shocked if that sharp little smile becomes accompanied by a sharp little knife in Silco’s hand...

Is it so terrible that you’re almost glad it’s him? This unknown, unreadable creature of cruelty and sickeningly sweet words. Honeyed tones that can coax out even the most reluctant prey, when like the apex predator you know he is in truth, he’s fitted with fangs that can clamp down around a jugular, and kill .

Terrifying. Monstrous, worse than any devil Hell itself could attempt to conjure... yet it’d be the first time he noticed you. This itself is already more than you could’ve ever dreamed of - a private meeting, and though it’s for all the wrong, horribly-wrong reasons, thoughts of your likely impending doom or particularly scathing critique of job performance is not on the forefront of your mind.

No - your mind happens to flirt with masochism, and the only thought that’s circulating through your moronic brain, is how incredible Silco looks with the backdrop of monsters behind him.

And truly, those humongous, terrible specimens of unnatural sea life that glide docilely by the port-window staring out into open sea, only highlight how easily Silco can settle into the company of deadly beasts.

“You aren’t experiencing any brain-damage, are you?”

“No,” You still wince when you prod at a particularly painful part of your bruised jawline. At his raised brow, you drop your hand back into your lap. “Being dragged back here, was... was that really necessary? I would’ve come, if you had only asked-”

“Would you?” He interrupts, and your eyes dart downward. Despite his curious, unassuming tone, his face is otherwise a mask and there’s no point in trying to decipher it, so you settle on directing your gaze to watch his heel, crossed over one knee and bouncing slightly in idle thought. “You seem to have difficulty with orders. Understanding them, doling them out. I daresay you know as much about orders as you do about eye-contact ...”

Your eyes jump up to meet his own. The blue is a slit, brighter but thrice as deadly as the sea behind him, and the other a swirling set of flames.

“You know nothing .”

Like a horror-novel in true, lightning flashes in the skies far overhead, briefly lighting up the underwater waves in faint light as Silco drops his second heel to the ground, and stands before you. In turn, revealing the knife he was delicately picking his nails with.

It doesn’t ease any of your nerves when he tucks it subtly into his boot once more.

“Come. Perhaps I have some opportunity yet to teach you, or offer some other sort of advice for life,” Silco says boredly, walking past you at such a languishing pace, that you fight the urge to kick yourself for thinking you were about to go on some leisurely stroll. Your body hosts the evidence that it shall be anything but, as you struggle back onto your feet, and join at Silco’s side as you struggle not to limp with every step.

You also struggle, and fail, by attempting to defend yourself, “I’m being truthful. I would’ve come if you had asked, sir.”

“And I had asked my men to be gentle when fetching you. Evidently, you’re not the only one who struggles with utmost obedience.” He slows at the metal-railed staircase leading back closer to the surface. A form of mercy, you think, as you manage your way up them without too much struggling and panting. Silco continues, and his tone is unimpressed, “However, at least the result they produce is somewhat agreeable. Crude, and not my first choice, but acceptable.”

You... probably deserved that. It didn’t serve to soften any of the blows, knowing he hadn’t deliberately set the more violent-happy of his gang to fetch you, but even if he had, you probably would’ve deserved it.

Had it been anyone but yourself, you were surprised this more personalized intervention hadn’t come sooner. You didn’t dare to hope that it was out of fondness, and probably more akin to the fact that you simply didn’t matter enough to properly show up on his radar.

That somehow stung a bit more.

But, it soothed minutely on the fact that he waits, and though giving you a cool, unreadable yet assessing look out of the corner of his green-cerulean eye, Silco turns the hatchway of the large door. Correctly assuming that the arm you were holding was far too bruised-up to conjure enough strength to turn it on your own.

Shallowing back a thank-you as he held the door open, you were silent as you followed him through the ground-floor of the warehouse. Almost thankful that there was silence amongst your fellow peers as well... though while their voices were quiet, the side-glares were as loud as screams.

They were also about as loud as the smug little glances given to your new set of injuries - surface-level, even if Silco hadn’t planned it, some of his goons were smart enough not to leave any real damages - but you ignored them all and kept pace just behind Silco.

Only stopping after he crossed the main-front threshold of the door. “Silco, it’s-”

“Problem?” Turning on a heel, just enough so he can raise his good-brow at you, Silco’s nonchalant tone makes you realize there’s no getting out of it. Like his seemingly unaffected voice, this is all just a front - the fake lull to lure you deeper towards the killing-bite, the at-ease coaxing as he guides you out into the rain.

Stupidly, looking at how his hair already begins to dampen and relax under the constant sprinkles, eyes catching the light of a seconds-long crash of lightning overhead, you find that this is a trap that works, and obediently, eyes ever-always on him, you follow him towards your doom.

He’s... It’s a pretty doom, but you’ve resigned to see it as doom nonetheless. You just hope it’s quick.

“I’m not a man of second-chances. We don’t get a second-chance at life, not to mention there’s far too little time to waste for others to play catch-up. Or correct mistakes that never should’ve been made in the first place...” Yet still, Silco continues to keep his tone almost pleasantly natural. Low, rolling tones - a voice devoid of warmth, but as you suppress a shiver at the chill in the air as water drops and breaks through the thick cloud of Zaunite smog, you can feel his words coiling and curling around you. They don’t quite snap yet, but they grow tighter as Silco asks, “And yet how many chances have I given you ?”

You wince, and not because a particularly large droplet landed on the edge of your black-eye. “Silco, I’m sorr- ”

“How many?”

You swallow a small lump that isn't going away anytime soon, before saying quietly, "A few."

“And how many was a few ?”

The lump got a bit bigger when he came to a halt, a more secluded section outside of the dilapidated warehouse - word was it hand only been closed a handful of years ago, yet it cleared out in record-time, and had fallen into a skeleton of its former bustling self in half that time.

You feel like that - a hollow, dreadful shell that shuffles quietly to the side, back to the wall as your gaze finds the metal-tipped boots of his most captivating of all. “A lot.”

A moment passes within silence as two members of an underground gang - one it’s leader, and the other a lackey certain they’ve committed one too many errors for apologies to make any difference. Still, you’re on the verge of speaking another meek admission of your guilt, when Silco sighs, and reaches out towards you.

Giving no time to pull or step away, he takes you in his grasp, smoothly sliding fingers under your bruised chin and with a gentle lift, raising it up to face him. You don’t dare to try to avoid his gaze any longer - a perpetual blunder you might be, but you are not a coward, and face Silco’s unreadable gaze head-on through the thickening drizzle between you.

And it’s indeed unreadable. A mystery in its entirety... Some would claim the eyes are the window to one’s soul, but based on how carefully neutral Silco’s gaze has become, one couldn’t help but wonder if the man was devoid of a soul entirely.

Ludicrous to think that even a man like Silco doesn’t, but in this moment, you can’t help but look to him and wonder. Wonder if Silco does or doesn’t possess one... and even more foolishly, if it was ever possible to see it.

“You were so very promising when I decided to allow you to join my forces,” He whispers. The rain has become cold enough that his breath clouds, and you aren’t even aware of the shortened proximity until that puff of air brushes against your lips. Tasting of smoke, and strangely, of sea. “ I , personally, thought there was something promising to be found within you. Perhaps I was wrong.”

"It was just... I'm not looking for an excuse, but I-"

"You're a liability ," He hisses suddenly, the first slip of emotion shown in the form of a sour-twist on his lips and a hot-flash in both his eyes, enunciated by the flash of lightning overhead as the sky rumbles in terse agreement. "Silly, reckless mistakes such as yours don't deserve a second-chance, let alone an excuse . You failed, and disappointed me. But the worst part is, it isn't even the first-time you've done so ."

Yep - that stung .

It stung as much as the rain pattering down did, as they flickered across your face, pooling down over your eyes as Silco's fingers twitched. Groping your jaw firmly, the man seemed to struggle not to squeeze your face in his hand as he continued, cutting through every attempt at a weak apology or excuse, "Shipments. Clients. Guard-detail and simple message-carrying... I've given you the simplest jobs possible, and yet one-way or another, you return limping, bruised and halfway-broken from gallivanting about, like you have not a care in the world-"

"I... I wouldn't say I gallivant -"

Silco's remaining eye twitches, in time with his nails sinking one-increment more into your chin, bordering on pain. "You failed , and your most pressing-concern is my exact terminology ?"

Swallow, the attempt to speak has is muted out by the next roll of thunder, but Silco is realizing you regardless, eyes cast away and body stepping back away from you - you loathe the fact that you have to still yourself from following, "Once promising, now you don't even care for the mission."

"I do care!" You insist, and can't stop yourself from stepping closer. "I know how important this is for you, and I swear I'm not trying to mess with your dream-"

" My dream? " Silco turns on you, whirling like a hurricane in human form, eyes wild and raging. So powerful, that you have to step back when he steps forward, words practically spat at you in his bewildered outrage. "You think this some selfish venture, that I do this for myself alone?"

"No, of course not-" You had never thought that. Just as you said, the importance of this mission was clear to all, and the independence of Zaun was

" I do this for Zaun, and that is what you should be doing it for." Silco wasn't shouting, persay - he never had, and one could imagine he thought such aggression was almost beneath him. His energy wasn't outwardly furious, but it was by instinct that you stepped back with every step closer he gave, a growl low in his throat that was making your knees weaker with every step-

Until you couldn't.

Until you couldn't step back anymore, your tailbone bruised from the impact in which you slipped on a puddle of rain-water. Not even able to find the strength to feel mortified, only wet and cold, you continued to shuffle back on hands and knees as Silco continued to advance upon you.

Then, your back hit the hard, cold wall behind you, and lost in a green sea and an eye of darkness and fire, your mouth moved without your permission, "Silco, please ."

It was absurdly tiny. Pathetic, quiet, pleading, and... personal . Like asking forgiveness from someone far closer, then that of an employer you've met with a handful of times.

Silco stops, and stares down... as if realizing suddenly that you're on the ground, pressed back against the wall and looking up at him. Not quite with fear for yourself, but apologetic and concerned, not to mention cold and wet as you gazed up at him with wide eyes.

Neither of you move.

Neither of you blink.

And then you want to do nothing but run when Silco says, "Why are you here ?"

Muscles frozen, you can only blink up at him, and hope that the expression you have is one of confusion, and not the rising panic you can feel inside. Because you know he's not really asking about the present moment, or even asking in regards to your current employment.

The gears are turning in his mind, slowly, but surely, and words start to follow as the picture behind his eyes starts to become clearer.

"It's a given that you're not quite the best for most duties assigned. Yet you never complain, always take what's ordered," He closes the remaining distance before you can react, swooping down onto one-knee before you, not even flinching at the puddle soaking through his pants. His eye doesn't even twitch as a river ripples down from his hair-line, crossing over his scars.

You dig your nails into the wall behind you, to prevent from reaching out to wipe the water away.

"You could've left again ago," Silco continues, tilting his head, every studious. "Anyone else would've."

"T-they... they wouldn't have gotten far."

"I'm merciless with betrayal, but cowardice , I can move past," He raises one shoulder in a shrug, but those eyes never leave you. "Unimportant in the grand-scheme, and yet, you never backed down. You stayed, despite knowing you weren't good, despite getting hurt ," A flash of... something, crosses his gaze, and like the bolt of lightning striking ahead, his hand is too quick for you to react, before it's wrapped around your wrist, fingers brushing back a sleeve enough for bruises to show.

"So many failures under your belt... was it for ego?" He asked, in a murmur, but answers himself before you can find the words to. "No, that's not quite it... you were trying to impress someone."

"Silco, I-"

"Was it me?" Gaze snapping to you from where he was studying your skin, his grip tightens firmly. Not painful, but your lips part in a quiet gasp at his warm fingers pressing securely into your skin at the smallest motion, warding off any thoughts of attempted escape. "Did you really stay in order to impress me?"

And... What good was it to lie? It was clear he wasn't letting you leave, and any answer you offered could very well be your last...

The truth was all you could offer, and although you were quiet, it was found to be given quite freely, "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I like you."

Perhaps too freely.

The blue widens, not even flinching as another small rivet of water cascades down across his forehead - again, there's a resistance not to reach out and brush it away. His hand doesn't release yours, and it's only when the red eye is left to blaze, while the blue iris is left-hooded as he gazes at you with... something, you can't decipher, do you realize his thumb is rubbing slow, slow circles at your pulse point.

A hum, and he's closer than ever before.

Salt and smoke brush against your lips as he braces a hand beside your head, pressing his palm to the brick surface behind you enough that he leans, looms over you still, even while crouched before you...

Silco still hasn't let go of your wrist.

And you still get the impression that he has no plans to let you go... but otherwise, his hooded and fiery gaze makes you think his plans are changing, quite rapidly. His words confirm that.

"I think it's time we reevaluate your position among the ranks," Every word drips from his mouth like honey, smooth and thick, with an odd warmth you've never heard before, but feel spreading through your veins rapidly. His eye flicks, and Silco has no such qualms on restrain, as he reaches up and catches the rain off your cheekbones with a smooth swipe of his free thumb.

It remains. Circles on your skin, the touch more soothing than loving. But you still find yourself fighting a losing battle, in not leaning into it entirely, and so consumed by the mental struggle, you almost miss the instructions he breathes against your mouth.

"Stand up."

Your eyes open, widened in confusion - when had they closed? "I-... what?"

"Stand up, sweetheart."

Your heart skips a beat.

And before you know it, you're indeed standing up, back to the wall behind you, with one wrist gently braced against the wall, and his other hand bracing the wall next to your head.

"Is this happening?" You ask aloud, mind buzzing too loudly for you to feel shame, only the sparks scattering along your skin as a thumb stretched out, catching wet strands of hair and gently brushing them from your face. "Am I dreaming?"

"Have you dreamt of this for a while?" Silco asked, curious, even as his hooded eye glittered with amusement at your expense, and blushing. "Dreamt of getting caught in the rain by your employer?"

You wanted to argue that he was clearly insinuating that this was much more than that, but he interrupted your mind, and your rapidly-beating heart again, by gently dragging his touch from your cheekbone, down to the base of your throat, and gave a small tug at the button at the collar of your shirt.

Undoing it, in a single snap.

" Or have you been dreaming of getting fucked in an alley by him? "

Like a wire to water, you short-circuit entirely. Only able to gap at him with eyes blown wide, while he busies himself with popping the next button, and soon finger at a buckle. He says nothing else - he's waiting, you realize, but speech is still unavailable to you.

"I know, at the very least, you're successful at talking." Bi-colored eyes flick up to yours, as Silco's fingers push past the layers of clothing, to give the faintest brush of fingers along the exposed skin below your collars. "So then tell me. What do you want?"

Back. Forth. The pads sweep slowly across your skin, almost massaging you, even as they threaten to send a deadly electric-current straight though your heart with every grazing touch. Silco says your name, very quietly, and very firmly, and you remember how you've never been one to lie, or turn down a job from him.

How could you ignore him now?

"Yes."

"Yes, what, sweetheart?"

"Please-"

"Please what?" Mocking your tone to it's exact whiny pitch, Silco leans closer, caging you tight against the wall with a smile like a shark's. Indeed, it's al. "Be a good girl, use your words. Please... touch you? Fuck you? There's already been so much miscommunication, sweetheart... tell me ."

You let out a ragged gasp, catching rainwater on your tongue before you finally whimper out, "Please fuck me."

" Here? In this alley?"

He really is a monster , teasing you so. "Yes, please fuck me in this- "

His mouth slams to yours, more chipped-tongue than lips, and thoughts are all but thrown out the window, scattering out into the rain that continues to come down around you. Both hands leave your skin in a flash, and you resist the urge to whine - barely, but you try.

They come back together at your chest, and Silco inhales on the broken moan you make as he cups you roughly, squeezing you through your shirt as his leg comes to slot between your thighs. The harsh, purposeful grind he gives leaves you choking out his name into his grinning mouth, and those hands, suddenly impatient, move from your breasts to grip at your partially-open neckline-

And he tears it.

"Holy shit, Silco-"

It certainly doesn't come apart into tatters, but you're shocked by the eagerness nonetheless. It borders on feral, like a man driven insane finally finding some source to quench the madness...

An intense comparison for sure, but seeing the blaze in his eye, both of them, you can't help but wonder how true it is. And how long he's gone unsated.

You stop thinking pretty quickly after though, when he shuffles you out of your top, a low growl ordering the pants to come off too. Not even thinking about the rain that's coming down on you both, you only focus on chipped, yet sharp teeth beginning to gnaw along your neck as your fingers grapple frantically at the belt-buckle. Collapsing slightly when he sucks at a particularly sensitive point, long fingers dig into your side as Silco curls an arm around your waist, partially in support, and partially to keep you standing so he could have his way with you.

A large roll of thunder crashed overhead, clearing your mind momentarily, "Inside-?"

" Next time. " Again, your brain sputters to a halt at his words, but Silco continues to pepper the other side of your throat with open-mouth kisses, while his fingers trail up your spine to unlatch your bra. Your hand comes up, grasping at short spikes of dark hair as he goes even further down, nipping any skin unmarred by previous days of duty.

"Next time, sweetheart. Indulge me this once, and all you could ever want will be given freely," It sounded heavy, both in choice of words and in heavy breaths, but you can't keep track of Silco's promises as his hand slides down your exposed stomach, to cup your mound in time with his lips latching onto nipple.

The grip on his hair must be painful, but Silco keeps his fingers amazingly gentle - still retaining some manner of his gift at control - and if you were anymore of a fool, you would think the way his fingers dip past your soaked folds and rub at you with conviction was more akin to that of lovers, rather than the reality of you hooking up with your boss.

Outside, in the alley just outside the secret base at the warehouse.

The mere concept of embarrassment leaves you the moment his fingers enter you. You press your head back, rain soaking your face as you let out a loud groan when those digits press deeper and deeper into you, curling in time with his quickening thrusts, and the grin around your breast. He abandons ministration at your chest, save for gripping one in his massive palm, pinching a hardened bud between fingers-

A prayer slips through your teeth, tight and tense and pleading , and you go to repeat it with a whine when his fingers slip out of you, but the sound of him rapidly thumbing open the four buttons of his pants quiets you immediately.

Panting, but not nearly as much as you are, he braces a bare forearm on the wall, crowding you even closer. Silco gazes at you from under only one set of eyelashes, and you're damn-near hypnotized to hold his gaze as he hikes up one leg around his slim waist.

Fingers uselessly look for a point of sturdiness when the head of his cock brushes against you, almost experimentally. His arm provides enough leverage for you not to melt like sugar in this downpour, and Silco doesn't even wince when your nails dig into the exposed skin, forearm bare and dripping with his sleeves rolled up so...

Any attempt at saying his name, saying anything levels you, the moment his hips push forward in a single, smooth thrust. With a wheezing groan, your head thumps once back as you stretch deliciously around him - then there's a warmth, cradling the back of your skull. The stark difference between the chill of the weather and Silco's hand is as different as ice and fire.

Your body his trembling, and almost doubles in the uncontrollable shudders that shoot through you when he slowly begins setting a pace, fucking you up against the wall while you could only shake, hang onto his arm for dear life, get absolutely soaked in the rain, and still wonder if you're going to wake up from this dream.

Gods, you hope not.

"That...That's it, sweetheart," He muses encouragingly, fingers twisting in your hair to tug your head back, exposing your neck for him to latch on with chipped-teeth as you moan out his name. Other leg coming up to wrap around his waist, you squeeze your eyes shut as your breathing quickens under the nips and kisses he leaves along your skin.

"Silco," You whine out sweetly, feeling his grin turn near feral at your skin as you groan again, feeling him still, fully inside you. Chest heaving as your legs tense, walls tight around him as you whimper wordlessly at his teasingly slow, shallow thrusts, before finally finding the strength to urge him in a plea, "Silco, please -"

The thunder far above you only barely succeeds in muting the cry you let out as he pulls back, before thrusting back into you and soon setting a punishing, brutal pace. Like one he'd been waiting for for a long time, the first in an even longer time... but there's no time to truly attempt to decipher this unreadable man, not when he's fucking you until there are stars bursting behind your eyes, and you're left only to wonder when you closed them again...

Nails digging into the thick leather at the back of his vest, and ankles locking at the base of his spine, Silco jerks your head even further back by the hair to suckle greedily at a particularly sweet-spot at your jugular, and you go rigid. Body locking in place as he hits something deep inside that leaves you to drop your mouth open, the keen building in your chest bursting almost silently as your orgasm washes over you, faster and harder than the rain that's pouring over you both.

You're only able to let out a single iota of a noise when Silco makes a similar sound that vaguely resembles the syllables of your name, and he abandons all pretenses of control or restraint in favor of fucking you with a fevor you didn't think was possible for him to expression.

Day is just full of surprises, evidently.

Thighs become drenched - moreso than the rest of your body - as come and your own fluids smear your thighs as you're boneless against his arms, certain the only thing keeping you upright was Silco's pure stubbornness and iron-clad willpower.

Though. He isn't far behind you. Post-climax, the blazing eye-man sags along the wall, both palms braced to the surface behind and on either side of you, with head hanging as he pants, rain and sweat mingling to drip down his face.

His hair is wild, wet and dropping too. You can't resist anymore, and with hooded eyes, reach out to gently stroke the strands back. Freezing when he stiffens at the touch... then, slowly, beginning your curious exploration of his spiky, shortened-locks anew when he leans into your touch.

His hand drags along the wall, and he starts doing his own exploration of your body too.

Without the franticness of carnal-need, Silco's touch is gentle and considerate - not words you would ever think would coincide with the frighteningly calculating, cool leader of this underground operation, and yet he maps out the marks he left behind on your skin, with all the devoted touches of a lover.

You try not to look too deeply into it. You fail, but you can at least assure yourself that you tried.

Thankfully, the non-sexually generated aches in your body help take your mind off things, as the bruises and pains from your earlier tussles and failures make a grand reappearance in the forefront of your mind.

Raising his hand, you winced faintly when the pads of Silco's fingers touched at the bruise blooming just beneath your eye. Silco didn't pull away, but his touch seemed to lighten somewhat... softer, and if you didn't know any better, you saw his touch was almost tender with the way he brushed at the wet hair clinging to your face.

Digits leaving shivers in their wake, but pinned by his lanky form and gaze, you could do nothing but allow him to trace your skin, eyes flicking from one point of your face to another and blunt nails trail along the contours...

Memorizing, if you weren't mistaken.

By sight and by touch, if you didn't know any better, you would think Silco was committing every detail of the image before him to memory.

And once he does, Silco leans closer down to you, replacing the thumb tracing your lips with his own, slightly jagged at the corner of his skin, thanks to the scars. And all he says, after all of... that, is two quiet, assured words, "You're fired ."

Too consumed by the faint kisses he brushes along your skin, it takes you a minute to respond somewhat intelligibly, "...Oh."

"However, I'm compelled to terminate your current employment venture, and reassign you to a new... station of standing, in a sense."

… you had thought one thing, but now don't know what to think about that . Actually, you're still trying to wrap your head around much of this, now that it's clearing in both mind and in skies above.

But it doesn't clear much of anything. Only the facts are presently available in your fucked-out mind, including the fact that it was Silco to put your mind in such a state. Silco, who you still couldn't quite figure out, and who was as much a mystery to you, as much a mystery, as what you were meant to-do now that you were apparently fired ...

As if telepathic - you wouldn't be surprised if that were the case with him - the Eye pulled back enough to gaze at you, and grins something so roguish that your heart sputters, and you're left breathless yet again. "Would you be interested?"

"In...?"

"You're not suited for field-work. If we're frank, you seem to thrive in indoor environments, save this particular occasion," He twirls a lock of damp-hair around a knuckle in emphasis, giving it a faint tug that has you biting your lip, much to his faint bemusement. "...How good are you with papers?"

Blinking, you admit you're pretty good, having picked up literacy somewhere between living on the streets and living within circles of gangs.

"And I doubt you'd get much injury outside of papercuts and headaches," He continues after mulling around your quiet answer. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was lazily braiding a wet lock of your hair between his fingers. "An improvement , wouldn't you agree?"

"I... yes, I suppose, sir, but I don't really follow-"

Confusion cuts into a quiet yelp, one that has your eyes squeezing shut. Though the burst of pleasure originating from a very pointed roll of his hips, you hear Silco tutting you amusedly as you gradually come back to earth, eyes fluttering back open as you rasp in faint pants. "You've been very personable already, and have had no trouble being on a first-name basis before," He chides, but his eyes gleam rather than darken in disappointment, something you had once been used to. "And if we're to go forward, I would... prefer, to have such previous restrictions loosen, in a sense."

The perplexity in your gaze must be obvious, because for a moment, Silco's ever-hard eyes soften, and he leans forward, scarred lips brushing along yours-

Smoke, and sea-salt. And maybe a bit of rainwater too.

"You're good for distraction," Silco murmurs. "Perhaps you can be trained to be good at other things... things that don't involve you bruising and broken. At least, not in ways you don't enjoy ," A chuckle floats along his breath as his fingers once again caress at your neck, admiring his handiwork as you breathe out, shakily.

"You... you mean, you want to go... officially -"

"Officially , you would be handling the papers," He interrupts you smoothly, pausing, taking in your bare, vulnerable state in the middle of an alleyway, and the fact putting your shirt back on was not only impossible with the ripped, stretched material, but you were likely to catch a cold if you put it back on.

Silco's vest was a poor substitute, one you couldn't even button properly, but it was suitable enough to sneak back into the warehouse without inspiring cat-calls or whistles.

It also smelled of Silco. You tried not to be obvious of your quick sniff to the folded-collar as he assisted with your pants, but there was a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth, despite his red undershirt growing damn in the rain.

"Officially , you'd be at my side for many occasions - an assistant of sorts in the pursuit of Zaun, and it's upcoming glory," The man continued casually, before reaching out to take your chin between thumb and forefinger - mindful of your bruise.

"Unofficially, " He said, hooded and forever-open eyes gleaming with too many emotions for you to even begin to hope to decipher. "I believe it's important to ensure that one's strengths and talents are put to good use, in a department they're most suited for." Yet again, he curls a lock of hair around his finger, but this time, tucks it back behind your ear.

Despite the kisses, and despite the near feverious way he had taken you, that slow brush across your cheekbone and ear is the first-touch you think you can attribute as being almost loving.

You don't have a prayer of deciphering anything else about him, certainly not that loose, small smirk he has crossing his face, as Silco leans down to brush his lips across your sweat and rain coated forehead.

"And I think you just proved how well-suited you are for being a well-meant distraction ."

It's the first bit of praise you've ever received from him, and you find yourself blushing and preening under the upgrade from liability, to distraction.

Taking your arm - mindful of limps both from injury and recent activity - you don't try to study the man anymore. You have a feeling it's as fruitless as trying to peer through rain, melting into a misty fog over nearby open-waters, but for the first time, it doesn't unnerve you, that you can't quite understand Silco.

Because when you lean against him for support, and he squeezes your arm in a bit of reassurance practically unheard of from him, you think that maybe understanding will come to you soon enough, someday…

The rain always clears, after all.

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