#daddy silco

[candysdoodles]

[devonrubinart]

please enjoy these drawings i did earlier this year of the stink man!!!!!

[perfectlywingedsilco]

He’s an absolute hound and I love it.

[lemonemlyn]

You have been invited to meet the Boss, I suggest you prepare your apologies

This one turned into an experiment with an angle and I tried to achieve the POV view🙇🏼‍♀️

And yes, cat is indeed inventing some shimmer 😼 + his shoes are from "Eye of Zaun" (with his symbol ofc) he is a man of great taste 😏

(Updated💛)

[silcodependent]

Sway Chapter 7

Silco x Fem!Reader

4.2k words- Mature (but not explicit) 

Warnings: Light BDSM Vibes, Smoke Play, Suggestive Everything

Additional warning: I have doubted my ability to write so much lately that I was convinced that this would never see the light of day. It's mostly unedited but please know that If if had edited it would have stayed in the drafts folder for the rest of time. I want to tell this story, I know exactly where it's going and I'm excited but sometimes I wonder if I am capable of telling it well. So I'm putting this out here to keep me from waiting until it's perfect and posting nothing. I hope you like it and that there are other people who are still as obsessed with this little rat mat as I am.

Silco was bad for business. You knew this from the start but your small number of interactions relentlessly reminded you of this information. Last night was tantalizingly fun. Your dreams after caused you to uproot your whole routine and bumping into him during your practice time was now causing you to be late. The man was infuriating. Infuriating and dangerous.

He simply cannot be forgiven for the agony of inconveniences he is responsible for.

That thought was fresh on your mind when you tossed open your dressing room door to find a surprise that stopped you in your tracks; A single red rose with a black ribbon tied around it and a note.

You should be used to gifts from adoring fans but you always found surprises to be an eerie sign of something grim to come. This was no exception.

Placing your bag down on the opposite side of the counter you inspected the gift before you with learned skepticism, tentatively picking up the note and turning it over in your hand. It was addressed to you, your name scrawled beautifully in ink from a fountain over heavy weighted stationary. Expensive. 

You had been here before. It was enough to make you want to drop the note there with no regard to whatever message lay inside and pack your things as fast as you could.

But you weren’t running. You never ran. That was half of your problem. And even though there were things in your past that wanted to chase you, the likelihood of them finding you here was so small it was next to impossible. Right?

Beating back any other intrusive thoughts, you flipped open the card to reveal a single sentence.

“Thank you for the lovely performance. -Silco”

You stared at the letter in your hand in stunned disbelief for what would have been all night if Remy knocking at the door hadn’t pulled you back to reality.

“Good crowd tonight!” He exclaimed, poking his head through the crack in the door.

Remy’s eyes landed first on the note in your hand and then on the rose on the counter.

“What’s that?” 

“It’s nothing…Just a thank you note.” You’re certain that no one would fall for that performance but it didn’t stop you from trying. You placed the note back down on the counter and proceeded to get ready with haste. Silco was distracting you--again.

“Admirers already. I just wonder what took them this long.” Remy flashed that heart winning grin before disappearing back out the way he came but not before shouting back…

“Tonight’s going to be a great show!”

Remy was wonderful. He really was. Kind, supportive, friendly and he didn’t linger. Who could ask for anything more?

And you had a feeling he was right.

Once your first costume was on and makeup perfectly done, you picked up the rose and reveled in its sweet scent. Of the many stalls lining the streets of the Undercity you had never seen any flowers. Your fingers pulled the silk ribbon from its stem and tied it carefully around your neck. This choker was the perfect finishing touch to such an ensemble. 

Tonight was going to be a great show.

And it was - regardless of how your eyes searched the audience for a particular face each number, never finding it. 

The audience loved every moment. You even managed to create a new group of regulars out of a rowdy table of gentlemen that had posted up in the front row. Your crowd working skills were now rivaling your dancing and it certainly kept things fresh. But once the curtain fell you couldn’t help but let out a little sigh of disappointment. There was no denying that when you had strung that ribbon across your neck, you’d hope to share in a silent understanding. A small nod to your own Phantom that no one else who saw it would even notice. 

It had been a small thing, a silly thing but a mistake nonetheless and one you weren’t willing to repeat. Just another piece of evidence that Silco was distracting and eliciting sentiments that were out of bounds for how you lived your life. This pang of disappointment would serve as a perfect reminder of why you kept these rules in the first place. No investments.

And it did. Days turned to weeks and there was no sign of the infamous Eye of Zaun in the club or in your dreams. He was much harder to banish from your waking thoughts as his note still sat on the counter of your dressing room, but his absence aided you in that regard as well. You had stopped looking for his handsome features in the crowd all together. Life continued. You channeled your energy and debuted a new show with aplomb that had the audience on their feet night after night. It’s amazing what you could accomplish without any unnecessary distractions.

Your focus was at an all time high but that came with some…troubling observations. Silco’s people still came in without him but there was tension growing between them and your front row regulars, a group of three brothers. It was odd. Silco’s operation seemed to be far too big to take issue with these three nobody’s but you had noticed their minute changes in clothing and demeanor over the last couple weeks. They were certainly spending more and more money in the club each night as well. You knew that meant the heart of this dispute had to be business but the less you knew the better. It had already gotten so bad that Remy almost had to call security over a disagreement between the two groups. Things were escalating. 

Remy made every effort to work with them, keep things civil and make sure everyone was welcome here but enforced peace can only last for so long.

It was a slow night Monday night at the Sweet. You had come to show some face and perhaps try out a couple of new combinations on stage with the victrola as accompaniment. It didn’t surprise you at all to see Nox Kane, the youngest of the Kane brothers, occupying his usual table beside the stage. He was already past tipsy and barreling towards drunk with every passing moment. 

Each of the Kane brothers seemed to fancy you in their own way but Nox was the least subtle. All passion and impulse, no restraint--he was a bit of a live wire and often the source of much of the trouble between the two ‘gangs’. But after spending more than one evening talking with him in the club you saw that beneath his raw edges he was sweet, ambitious, devoted to his family, and committed to living life to the fullest. Young without a doubt, and his eldest brother intended to keep it that way. 

Gabriel, the eldest, had grown up working in the mines and was determined to save either of his brothers from such a fate, pushing them into factory work or anything else that kept them out of the fissures. He had opened to you about it once when he had first started coming to the club. The two of you polished off several bottles of champagne without any trouble and completely lost track of time laughing together as the club went from crowded to nearly empty. He told you about his brother’s and how he wanted to make sure that they never had to struggle to survive like he had in the early days. He also mentioned in vague terms that he was onto something now that would make it so none of them would have to go back to the factories, let alone the mines. That they would finally be given the better life he had always hoped and worked for. Gabriel’s green eyes were a light that night with the promise of the future. A future you were sure would have had a spot in it for you had you chosen to pursue it. His hand, warm and callused, had reached for yours that night, exposing the tattoos on his forearms, maps that detailed places he dreamed of going. You traced the letters of the city you fled lightly with your fingers down the veins of his arm, noticing how much more appealing they looked on his skin. He had eyed you so tenderly that night that the memory of it was surreal even now.

In the last city you lived in, someone like Gabriel would have left a trail of broken hearts longer than the Piltover bridge. Life here seemed crueler to its people but you suspected that someone as alluring as he was didn’t stay lonesome too long. Whether his stories and smiles were intended to cast a spell for the night or for longer you never found out. Gabriel kissed your hand as you parted that night and never pressed the issue again, but eagerly brought his brothers back every week since.

And like that, the Kane brothers were front and center for every performance. You always made it a point to spend time at their table after each show, so it was easy to notice the evolution. It had started humbly, a shirt that looked so new it could still have tags on it, then the pants to match, but over time there had been a shift in tone. Where there had been new clothes, simple and not thoroughly threadbare, now there were flashy new ensembles, jackets, hats, and jewelry. The bar tab seemed to grow each time they were in too and Nox was in every night.

Spared the hardships Gabriel had described, Nox was prone to enthusiasm, impetuousness, and excess, and tonight was no exception. So far he had asked you to marry him on twelve separate occasions, with a glance at his current state you sensed unlucky number 13 was mere moments away. Without Lucas and Gabriel to reign him in you wondered just how far this little display would go.

Before you had a chance to approach Nox, a loud BANG of Remy’s office door swinging into the wall with more force than you had ever seen froze you in your tracks. 

“Gabriel-!” Remy shouted as you saw Gabriel emerge, jaw set and tense, from Remy’s office. 

Remy called after him again but Gabriel ignored him, making a B-line to his brother and roughly pulling Nox to his feet before practically dragging him away. Gabreil brushed by you in his pursuit to the exit like you weren’t even there, his eyes empty and cold, so unlike the evening you had spent in his company. So unlike him. Nox’s hands reached from you but found no purchase as he was hauled away without so much as a word, Remy still calling after them. At least that was one problem you didn’t have to deal with tonight.

The exterior door slammed closed and they were gone, an uneasy silence stilling hanging in their wake.

You couldn’t help but stare at the scene before you, your mouth comically open in complete confusion at what you had seen. Remy hated to break the atmosphere of the club, hell--hated to raise his voice unless it was over the roar of the crowd. Something was wrong.

More movement caught your eye, as you quickly turned to spot another tall figure emerge from Remy’s office. It was Silco.

He stood in the doorway and looked disinterestedly after where Gabriel had made his exit. Remy let out a heavy sigh of exasperation, running his hands through his hair. His nervous tick.  

Remy disappeared back into his office with Silco for a brief moment. You could hear hurried exchanging of words, voices tinged with distress, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then you noticed the unmistakably cool even tones of Silco, filling in the gaps of your mental picture. A moment later they both exited Remy’s office, Silco with a nearly empty glass and Remy with his keys. He proceeded to lock the door behind him and hastily out the exit after Gabriel.

Whatever peace meeting this had been had gone poorly.

You couldn’t pull your eyes off of Silco and it wasn’t long until he noticed, his bicolored eyes locking with yours sent a jolt of electricity through your body but you didn’t look away. It wasn’t long until he took a seat in one of the back booths and you retrieved a bottle of bourbon to join him.

“Do you cause trouble everywhere you go or are we special?” You asked, brandishing the bottle of liquor in a bid for an invitation to sit. 

Silco flashed a sardonic smile in response to your words, but nodded toward the empty seat opposite of him anyway as he reached into his inside coat pocket for something you couldn’t see. Hopefully not a gun. That was a terrible joke to be shot over. 

“Rough night?” You asked in a hurry to distract him from your last comment as you uncorked the bottle and poured you both two fingers of the amber alcohol.

“You could say that.” He said, placing a silver cigarette case down on the table before returning his hands to his coat to find it’s companion; the lighter. “You keep the most interesting company.”

You knew he was referring to the Kane brothers, specifically Gabriel. But this was business and that was something you left to Remy. Keeping out of business is one of the things that made you successful in this industry. Behind the scenes Remy and you worked together to keep things running like a well oiled machine, but when it came to the ins and outs of client disputes, you kept to the safety of your rules of ignorance and neutrality.

“Not really.” You responded blandly. “I haven’t had any interesting company here in weeks.” Your eyes lingered heavily on him with the weight of your insinuation. 

The corner of Silco’s lips twitched upwards, “I’ve been busy.”

“Clearly.”

Your eyes wandered back towards the door, patiently waiting for Remy to stroll in, the picture of cool confidence. But the door remained closed. 

 A sharp sound pulled your attention back to the present. Silco was holding a lighter to the end of a cigarette, his eyes freezing on you.

“Care to join me?” He asked around an inhale before exhaling the smoke above him and leaning back into the velvet of the booth. He really was a sight.

“Remy doesn’t like smoking in here.”

“Well, fortunately Remy’s not here.” Silco lifted the sleek elegant case in your direction. An offering. An invitation. 

“I’m the reason he doesn’t like it.”

This surprised Silco, he raises a curious eyebrow at you for further explanation.

“I quit a year ago. He doesn’t want me to be tempted back down that road.” Although he was making that rather difficult. If cigarettes always looked this good you would never have quit. Even the way Silco held his cigarette was refined, he was like every suave black and white movie you’d ever watched but there was something not quite right about the image. Something about it was out of place and spoiled it, something subtle but what?

Silco Indulged in another deep inhale staring lazily at the ceiling and you couldn’t help but watch as the svelt muscles in his neck moved around the smoke, fascinated by what must be happening below the knot of his tie.

“And how are you with temptation?”

Your eyes widened and you averted them into your glass as quickly as you could. If the pause wasn’t telling enough, you were sure your grip on the glass would be. 

“Well?”

Your eyes darted up to see the cigarette case, open now, in his hand again and a wave of relief fell over your body.

He was talking about the cigarettes. Wasn't he?

“Terrible.” You made no move to accept his offer. Silco’s eyes studied you, your words contrasting your actions. 

With little effort he blew his smoke across the table, meeting the skin of your face in soft swirling spirals that only aided in the clouding of your judgment. It was impossible not to drink in. Not to allow yourself this one small enjoyment from the buffet of poisonous delights. And he knew it.

The smirk lingering on his lips was just as irresistible. 

“I’ve always found a little indulgence now and then to be helpful to my mind.” Silco extended the offer of his own cigarette. And perhaps it was the nicotine that was causing your head to spin or the company but such delicious indulgence had to be tasted.

Your fingers lightly traced his as you turned his palm to face you and lowered my your lips to take a drag from the cigarette in between his fingers. It was dizzying and delicious indeed. Taking in the last of the inhale, you glanced up at him through your lashes to only find his eyes locked on you with a burning intensity. 

Releasing the cigarette from your lips, you allowed smoke to dribble out of you mouth before releasing it fully as you relaxed into the comfort of the cushions on the back of your seat. Silco stared openly, almost hungrily as you took your enjoyment and relaxation; eyes working over your mouth, your neck, your clavicle, your chest, then further down the rest of your body.

“Like my dress?” I asked, a wicked smile forming on your lips.

“You call that a dress?” 

He had a point. This dress was nude and intentionally tantalizing, covering the most interesting parts in sparkling crystals meant to allure equally as much as it obscured.

“What would you call it?”

“A trap.” 

You chuckled, reaching your hand out to his for another drag of his cigarette as he continued to study you. Silco was a mystery and there was no telling how far this game of cat and mouse would go. Your exhale came with more force this time, blowing smoke past his sharp features before offering the cigarette back. Silcos hand reached for your but instead of the cigarette you found his fingers firmly wrapped around your wrist. There was little doubt he noticed the small jolt of surprise he sent up your spine but he didn’t comment. Instead, he turned your wrist towards him and lowered his head to take a drag from your hand, exhaling his smoke inches from your face.  A perfect imitation. No, much better.

Smoke washed over your face and clouded your mind and your senses until there was only this. Only him. Pinned both literally and figuratively to spot he wanted. His instruction was clear as he held your wrist still and removed the cigarette from your hand, raising it to your lips. The fire behind his dual colored eyes was truly mesmerizing.  You held his gaze as you lowered your lips to enjoy another drag from his cigarette in sweet surrender.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes locked, breath hitching in your chest.

Danger. There was that neon sign again saying to run. --And it wasn’t the only thing turned on.

Silco is bad for business. Bad…so bad…

But it was impossible to deny the thrill that ran through you at the sound of his words. And if the sly gleam in his eyes was any indication, he knew it too.

The smoke exhaled slowly between your lips, your last tease as it swirled into the space between us. Neither of you able to look away. 

He raised the cigarette to his lips again, revealing the tail of a scar that traced its way up the left side of his face to join the others around his treacherous eye. Its glow nearly matching that of the cigarette in his hand. 

What happened to him?

No sooner had the thought occurred than it was chased away by the loud crashing of the front door into the wall of the club. It was Nox, even more intoxicated than last you’d seen him. He spoke loud and lively as he walked through the entryway, one arm heavy over Remy’s shoulder who seemed exasperated by the evening and the company. Truly a feat for someone so agreeable. One that immediately raised your concerns.

Silco was eyeing the same situation with a precise intensity that was impossible to describe or ignore. That same danger that had drawn you in earlier had sharpened somehow. That’s when it hit you: Silco was a knife. A dagger. A blade. 

He kept himself sheathed politely in most scenarios but there was no doubt about what was under the surface. You could draw it to butter your bread or slit a person's throat but the danger was there all the same. He was not soft or warm. He was sharp, cool, precise, and deadly.

Suddenly it gave you pause to interrupt whatever dark calculations he was making. 

“I probably should relieve Remy of Nox duty” You offered lightheartedly.

Slico cast that sharp look at you briefly before returning to watch Remy wiggle out from under Nox’s weight as he placed him gently into a barstool.

“Be careful with that one.”  Silco’s warning was just above a whisper and he didn’t even spare you a look as he said it. His attention was entirely focused on Nox.

“Nox is harmless” you chuckled. But the lingering look from Silco was starting to give you second thoughts. 

“We all start that way.” Silco muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you. What was it that he saw in Nox that you didn’t? The question alone sent a shiver down your spine. Did you even want to know the answer?

Before you realized it Silco had gotten up from the booth and stood at the edge of the table, still watching Nox as he harassed the last bartender on duty for another drink. 

Your fingers involuntarily gripped the velvet cushions beneath you. Was this it?

God, please, not now. You thought so loudly you were afraid you’d accidentally said the words out loud. Another conflict might actually break Remy and you certainly weren't ready to see the kind of damage Silco could inflict that had earned him such a fearsome reputation. 

You released a shuddering breath into the still air, heavy with the weight of your fear/expectation. Silco turned to you, relieving your worry and composing his features back into the perfect gentleman you knew him as.  His long slender hand reached for his whiskey and took the remainder of his drink in one go before turning back to you.

“Thank you for providing a respite from the rest of this night.” He said in low tones that only the two of you could hear as he lifted your hand to his lips.

The warmth that started in your chest spread slowly to your cheeks with a gentle blush, then to the soft smile of your lips and finally down through your core to pool in between your legs. 

“But unfortunately I cannot put off my business any longer.”

You were sure Nox was safe tonight, that Silco would leave and busy himself with other concerns. But it was the leaving part that you found harder to grapple with, even if no one knew. He’d been gone so much recently, your time together seemed to be slipping through your fingers.

“So you say.” you sighed.

“Perhaps it’s my company that’s not interesting enough for you.”

Silco’s eyes narrowed at your remark. In a flash// with out warning, his grip on your hand changed, suddenly pulling you out of your seat and into him. A startled gasp escaped your lips as your chest collided with his. Long fingers slid skillfully over your hip and along your lower back. His other hand still held your wrist firmly. Provocatively. Both a statement of control and a dare for you to defy it. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you miss me, Ms. Sweet '' Silco whispered in a near purr, his nose pressing against the shell of your ear. Silco sent chills throughout your body that rivaled surgical precision. You couldn’t see his face, but there was an aire of arrogance about the way he held you that said he knew.

“Perhaps” You melted into him, making no moves to resist him. Your fight lay in another vein.

“But I’m not sure I can remember why anymore.”

His grip on you relaxed and you withdrew, it seemed as good of time as any to make your exit. Always better to leave with the last word. It wasn’t until you had turned your back that you felt his dark presence on you again.

“Are you asking for a reminder?” He punctuated his question with the press of his body against yours. His front to your back, with an unmistakable stiffness. That felt like a win.

“I’d hate to distract you from your work. It sounds very important.” You struggled to keep the sound of your smile out of your voice. Silco’s fingers were caressing your hip, almost as though he was debating something.

Without warning a loud BANG cut through the thick atmosphere of the club, stealing your attention away from Silco’s touch. That damn door again. A long line of fresh Academy recruits staggered their way to the bar with slurred celebration on their lips. 

“Unusual crowd tonight.” You commented into the empty air beside you. Silco was gone.

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

[ticktock-boomboom]

Silco: "Oh... But she's a murderer!" ok, well... Have you considered that she's also my little princess.

Silco: She's just like her father I'm so proud.

[lemmielem]

E-8 Silco pretty please?

If you give him enough drinks he’ll tell you all his embarrassing Sons of Zaun stories.

[theundercityswhore]

I need someone to write a Stockholm Syndrome Silco fic please and thank you

[taxfraudhousewife]

CRIES IN CODEPENDENT

[zoeykallus]

Arcane - Little Flower 35 - The Weight Of A Decision

Silco x female!reader

Warning: Tension /Angsty

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Author's Comment:

There are decisions that are never easy. The reader must make one of these decisions. Silco doesn't necessarily make things easier at first.

The next chapter will be the last one for this story.

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What Happened Before:

Little Flower (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 2 - Safe And Sound

Little Flower Part 3 - Cupidos (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 4 - Before You Killed Me (Violence 18+)

Little Flower Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 6 - The Morning After (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 7 - Love And War (Smut 18+

Little Flower Part 8 - Who We Really Are (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 9 - What We Deserve

Little Flower Part 10 - Liar

LittleFlower part 11 - Curiosity Killed The Cat

Little Flower Part 12 - Blood Bath (18+ Violence)

Little Flower Part 13 - Aftermath (18+ Smut)

Little Flower Part 14 - Backlash

Little Flower Part 15.1 - The Punishment Of Our Sins

Little Flower Part 15.2 - The Punishment Of Our Sins (18+)

Little Flower Part 16 - South Of Heaven

Little Flower Part 17 - A Turn Of Events (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 18 - A Bond Without A Future

Little Flower Part 19 - Tick Tock (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 20 - Wedding Night (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 21 - Back In Town

Little Flower Part 22 - Stressed Out (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 23 - Calm Moments

Little Flower Part 24 - Smoke And Fire (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 25 - Filth (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 26 - Sweet Comfort Of Love

Little Flower Part 27 - Stupid Ideas

Little Flower Part 28 - To Raise A Hand

Little Flower Part 29 - Stand Your Ground

Little Flower Part 30 - Never Again

Little Flower Part 31 - Everything You Want (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 32 - A Long Night (Smut 18 +)

Little Flower Part 33 - Influence

Little Flower Part 34 - Revelations

Part 35 - The Weight Of A Decision

To your discomfort, Silco had not talked to you about the mysterious topic that Sevika wanted to discuss with him alone. You hadn't really asked him, nor pressed him about it. There were still things you thought maybe you were better off not knowing.

However, Silco was acting differently than usual, more somber, more thoughtful, distracted. The day of the meeting with Talis had arrived and you were sitting next to Silco in a chair behind his desk, closer to the action this time, Silco had insisted.

You didn't know what this meant, but you didn't question it either, at least not verbally.

Silco looked at you and said, "You are my partner, your place is at my side," as if he had heard the unspoken question in your mind.

You were about to say something in reply, but at the same moment there was a knock at the door and Silco asked the guest to come in.

Talis entered the room, followed by what seemed to be a bodyguard and a small gaunt man carrying a briefcase. Talis, as always, carried his youthful energy, in front of him, his own charm. He smiled cautiously and nodded to both of you. You returned the gesture, but Silco remained motionless in his chair.

"Please" said the eye of Zaun "Come closer, sit down".

Talis did as he was told and sat down in the visitor's chair, the two men with him, remained standing behind him.

Sevika stood leaning against the windowsill to the left behind you.

Talis looked around, his gaze moving from you to Sevika and then to Silco.

"I assume Sevika has already spoken to you," he spoke to Silco.

Your husband nodded and said, "I'm in the picture".

Talis looked at you, "Then I assume you are also in the picture".

You blinked and tried to meet his scrutinizing gaze.

"I wasn't enlightened, no" you said a little pressed.

Talis frowned in surprise.

"I must admit that surprises me," he said, turning to Silco, "Is there any particular reason for that?"

Talis suspected that Silco didn't want to share his power under any circumstances, that he hadn't told you yet was anything but a good sign in his eyes.

Silco sighed and replied, "I haven't known about it for long, to be honest I don't really know what to make of it myself, so I haven't talked to her about it yet."

Talis said, "Don't you think she should have found out about it anyway?"

Silco's gaze fixed Talis seriously as he said, "She'll find out soon enough."

You straightened up in your chair and cleared your throat.

"It would be really nice if we could stop talking about me like I'm not present. Either you enlighten me now, or I will no longer take part in this meeting" you said seriously in a firm voice "Then you can beat around the bush as much as you like for all I care."

Sevika behind you smiled contentedly, she liked that you were no longer such a sneak.

Talis smiled and said apologetically "It was not my intention to be disrespectful, you are right of course. The reason I am here today is for the most part you."

You held your breath for a moment and suppressed the impulse to look questioningly at Silco. A heartbeat or two later, though, you had yourself back in control and said, "I see. So what exactly is this about?"

"About you getting a seat on the Piltover Council, with Silco as your advisor."

Many things became clear to you at once. Silco was upset that he was left out, that he would not be the one sitting in the council, he would be "only" an advisor. He didn't like sharing his power, not at all, not even with you, you realized, and that was unpleasantly sobering.

"Hmm, now I know why I wasn't told about it," you said quietly, casting a somber look at Silco, who suddenly seemed to grow a little smaller in his chair.

You sighed and said, "I may have always held back, but I'm not stupid. The choice fell on me because my face is presentable in Piltover, no negative things are associated with me so far, neither in Zaun nor in the upper town. I don't know much about politics, I've never been very interested in it, that's well known, that's why Silco shall act as my advisor".

Talis nodded: "That's right, I knew you were smart".

"Stop sucking up," you grumbled in a bad mood, but your anger wasn't really directed at him, but at Silco.

Talis cleared his throat awkwardly and remained silent. All of a sudden you were the person in the room who everyone was listening to and whose decision was important.

You looked at Silco and said, "You don't like being the second line, that's why you didn't tell me. You don't want to be behind me, you want to be in the center of attention."

Silco awkwardly adjusted his tie and avoided your gaze, but finally looked at you and said harshly, "I didn't know what to make of it, yes, I admit that, but I don't harbor any jealousy towards you."

"You think it's true, you want it to be true, but it's not, I can see it clearly in your face and I don't think it would work out in the long run."

Talis asked uncertainly, "Does that mean you're turning down the council position?"

"No, I haven't decided yet, I'm still weighing the risks" you returned "I don't want to ruin my marriage over this decision. We've already had our difficulties to work on and I don't know how much my husband loves me, if it's enough to carry this decision with me should I agree"

Talis looked from one to the other and was silent for a moment.

Silco looked at you in surprise, seeming a little sad and overwhelmed at the same time.

Talis said seriously, "Well, no matter what you decide, there is still something we need to discuss".

"And that is?" you asked.

"Jinx, her attack on the Piltover courthouse has shaken up and shocked the population, it cannot go unpunished."

"I will not turn my daughter in," Silco said directly.

You reached under the table for his hand and he immediately squeezed it gently and gratefully.

"Jinx made a mistake, she... has problems, she needs help, imprisonment will neither improve nor solve those problems, what happened is not really her fault" you said "Jinx will not be turned over. If that is a condition that would be attached to this agreement, then we can end the conversation immediately."

Talis sighed and said, "No, it's not a requirement, but something has to be done. In any case, it looks better if the problem is tackled than if we try to sweep it under the rug."

You looked at Silco and said, "He's not entirely wrong. What happened is not so easy to ignore"

Silco stiffened and let go of your hand again.

"What exactly does that mean?" he asked harshly.

"Just that we should think about how we're going to deal with it" you said calmly.

Silco sighed, grabbed your hand again and said. "I already have. I want to get her professional help, therapy, so to speak. It won't be easy and I hate to admit it, but you were right when you said that the way she grew up with me was not healthy for her."

Surprised, you looked at him, but you smiled, proud that he no longer wanted to be blind to Jinx's problems.

Talis said, "Well that would be a start. We need to make sure this never happens again or Zaun will lose its place on the council much faster than it opened up."

You nodded in agreement, that was understandable.

"What about the decision," Talis finally asked "Do you need some more time or can we go over the papers and sign?"

You looked at Silco who gently squeezed your hand and said "It's fine. Whatever you decide, I've got your back."

You took a deep breath and said, "Zaun needs an advocate, we've lived in the shadow of the upper city long enough. Once I have read the papers and found them to be in order, I would agree to the offer"

You could see Talis breathe a sigh of relief and finally wave the little man with the briefcase over to him.

The papers were in order as far as you could tell, all that was required of you was to act to the best of your ability in the best interests of both cities and to uphold the integrity of the council.

When you had signed the papers, Talis said: "Tomorrow evening a meeting is scheduled, together with a small ceremony in which the admission of the representative of Zaun is to be celebrated. If you agree, a small delegation of security guards will pick you and Silco up two hours before."

You nodded, looked again at Silco who also nodded and said, "We will be ready".

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Silco: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

[perfectlywingedsilco]

Silco is a classic case of wanting a restraining order on that 20-year-old creep before swinging drastically to not being able to get your pants off fast enough for that 40-something year old daddy.

[silcodependent]

Sway Chapter 5

Silco x Fem!Reader

2.1k words-NSFW, Explicit, MDNI (18+ ONLY) Warnings: Suggestive touching, Semi-public touching, Oral sex (F receiving), Vaginal fingering, Teasing, Edging, Light BDSM Vibes.

You lied. But it was an obvious lie, surely. There can be no real harm in a lie so obvious.

At least that’s what you told yourself as you tossed and turned in bed for what had to be the hundredth time this evening. 

The night came back to you in flashes now that the whiskey had worn off and while there wasn’t a single moment you didn’t remember, some took to haunting your sleep more than others.

The lights, his silhouette, the look on his face as you straddled him, the movement of the muscles in his neck as he swallowed the whiskey you had so graciously given him from your lips, the undeniable hard heat beneath you that had you squirming in your sheets at the simple recollection of it all.

It was no use. The cool fabric of the pillow pressed against your face as you let an aggravated huff.

Everytime you closed your eyes, you saw his staring back at you. That mismatched gaze that held you transfixed and struck something within you so deep that there was no telling where this would go. Eyes of fire and water, so suitable for a man equal parts cold calculation and hot passion. The last part was a bit of a guess but he sure knew how to bring it out of others.

What was he after? His last words to you rung in mind

“Is that so? Well, then I suppose there is only the small matter of your rule. We wouldn’t want you to break your own rule, now would we?”

That voice. Your legs pressed together at the very thought of it, desperate for any friction you could find. Your fingers retraced where his had been, sliding delicately under your chin.

What did he mean by that? If you had…

Would he have…

“Ugh!” You exclaimed, throwing the pillow across the room.

Of course he would have. That’s the game. One you had perfected. Only it wasn’t supposed to go this far. You weren’t even really sure what this was-- other than utterly ridiculous.

You had danced in front of politicians, princes, and diplomats and had them all eating out of the palm of your hand by the time you were through and had never given them a second thought. What was happening to you?

This is exactly why you have your rules. Don’t get in too deep. Make sure you’re the one holding all the cards. And most importantly, don’t get involved with anyone from the club.

You hadn’t broken that rule but it felt like you had as you feebly fought back thoughts of him in favor of sleep’s respite. 

Your high heel dragging up his leg. The way his body gave an involuntary tremble as you approached the outline of his member through his pants. His long elegant fingers caressing their way up your leg, up your thigh, up…

Your fingers dug into the sheets imagining the possibilities of what those gorgeous hands could do.

And just like that you were back in the club again with his hand trailing it’s way up and down your leg. The rich red velvet of the banquet was a perfect complement to his voice as he whispered low in your ear, “We wouldn’t want you to break your own rule, now would we?”

His warm breath ghosted across your face and you longed for the lips that were only inches away.  

“I wouldn’t dream of it”, you heard yourself say from somewhere distant as through a thick haze. There it was again, that lie. That obvious lie.

“I think you already are.” The amusement in Silco’s tone startled your eyes open again to see that his lips were hovering just above your own, his eyes entirely focused on your mouth as his thumb caressed your jawline sweetly. 

This was the part when you pulled away. But you didn’t pull away. Silco’s lips met yours in a slow tender kiss that caused your heart to race. Those long elegant fingers finding purchase in your hair as your mouths moved together, feeling the heat of his body surrounding you. That heat that transformed tenderness to passion the longer the kiss went on. And oh did it go on. 

Silco had awoken a hunger within you that threatened to consume you with every passing moment. It caused you to writhe under his touch, desperate for more as his fingers raised chill bumps on your legs as they made their way beneath your dressing gown, playfully tracing your panty line.

Pressing your foreheads together, the kiss broke off into small gasps of air and gentle hums as you fought to maintain control over yourself.

The smirk that lined Silco’s lips was somehow even more sultry as he took you in, the perfect picture of desire. He pulled you even closer and whispered into your ear, “I won’t tell anyone, if you won’t.”

He punctuated his offer with a snap of your panty line, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. A sting quickly subdued by his fingers smoothing over your supple skin and you were lost to the sensation and at a complete loss of words.

Silco lifted your chin to look at him, searching your eyes for an answer you couldn’t give. The meer proximity of his fingers to where you needed them most had you pulling your lip through your teeth. 

“I can keep your secret. Unless you’re telling me that you don’t want this,” He raised a curious eyebrow at you as you bit harder into your lip. 

Suddenly you felt his long fingers press past the small fabric barrier of your panties, forcing a sharp inhale into your lungs, “but if that’s true-”,

Silco dipped his fingers into your folds, making you mewl and your back arch from just the slightest contact. “Then why is your cunt dripping wet?”

Your hands were on his chest, fabric balled inside of them as you panted looking into his eyes, desperate for more. You didn’t remember moving or how you could have gotten there but you were too lost to your own desire to care. All you could do was look into those breathtaking eyes and nod. 

The thud of your back on the dressing room door brought you back to reality as Silco placed opened mouth kisses down the column of your neck, finding your pulse point and sucking. You couldn’t help the moan that followed but Silco still found it amusing, if the rumbling vibrations his chuckles sent through your body were any indication. He took his time unbuttoning your dressing gown while he worked his way down your body with little bites and kisses. The sensation of his mouth on your skin was divine. You cursed yourself for even considering denying yourself this kind of pleasure. The heat he sent to your core with each kiss, caress, touch was intoxicating. You simply couldn’t get enough. Something made obvious by your hums and soft moans of appreciation as Silco took his time discovering your body.

Silco’s hand ghosted over your breast as you arched your back into it, desperate for more than his little teases. Desperate for him to touch you like he had out in the club. Your desperation earned you a sharp pinch to your nipple that caused you to cry out until Silco silenced you with his lips on yours.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Impatient little thing,” Silco whispered in velvet tones that did nothing to quell your desire as his fingers tenderly attended to your nipple again, soothing the sting he had left only moments again. Hurting and healing with the same breath. 

The moan that followed should have been embarrassing. Would have been embarrassing if you had any scrap of dignity left within you but that was long gone now, slowly undone over the course of the evening by his hypnotizing gaze, the light trace of his fingers on your skin, the irresistible sound of his voice. 

You couldn’t muster an ounce of shame, even as he chuckled at your response to his touch. “My, My--I didn’t expect you to be so needy,” an involuntary whine escaped your lips as his touch retreated from your breast to your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze. You couldn't remember being this worked up in your life but gods he certainly had you right where he wanted you. You were lost in want and all his.

“Could it be that the beautiful burlesque queen hasn’t been touched like this in a terribly long time?” The heat of Silco’s voice on your neck sent chills down your body as he took your earlobe between his teeth, hands trailing down your curves at an agonizingly slow pace.

You nodded and swallowed thickly, forcing any audible reaction into silence with your lip between your teeth.

“Hmmm, that simply won’t do” Silco purred, catching your eyes again, drinking in your desperation and desire as he continued to toy with you.

The anticipation is torture as he places open mouthed kiss down your chest, stopping just before your nipple.

“I like to think that rules are meant to be broken,” The feeling of his lips around your nipple was electric. Lavishing it with the attention of his tongue, the nip of his teeth, and the perfect way your nub fit in between the chip in his teeth as he sucked on your breast, it was nearly enough to make you come undone right there.

The foggy cloud of pleasure you felt under his touch was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. As he squeezed your other breast, rolling your nipple in his fingers you let out heavy sighs of his name, completely lost in him. 

Every sensation with him was amplified as if you were feeling them for the first time. The silk slide of your dressing gown down your arms and onto the floor. The cool chill of your body fully exposed. The firm grip of Silco’s perfect hands on your waist as he lifted you on to him. The unmistakable hard heat underneath you that you longed for as he carried you across the room and set you down on the counter.

The soft light of the vanity gave Silco a dream-like aura and you reached for him, tracing the lines of his cheek gingerly as though committing them to memory.  There was a tenderness in his eyes that would have been out of place only a moment earlier but somehow made him even more irresistible. He kissed you, slow and gentle and reassuring before hooking his fingers around your panties and pulling them off in one fluid motion. 

Silco’s fingers caressed the inside of your thigh, granting your every wish from earlier in the evening. His lips follow teasingly slowly behind, making you pant and sigh for more. He spread you open to him and you couldn’t help but blush noticing your arousal oozing onto the countertop. His eyes lock with yours as he reaches between your legs collecting some of your arousal from the counter on his fingers and brings them to his lips, lewdly dragging them across his tongue.

“Even sweeter than I imagined. Let me have another taste.”

You were speechless and transfixed as his head settled between your legs, sucking gently at the most tender flesh in your inner thigh. You felt as though you had dissolved into nothing but a miserable puddle of want and desire, thoroughly cock dumb before he had even touched you properly. Overwhelmed by the unbearable pleasure of it all.

The heat of his soft breath on your cunt pulled you out of your reverie just in time to watch his tongue lick a long stripe from back to front of your dripping pussy. A sharp gasp escaped your lungs and it took all your effort to resist closing your legs around his head. Even his laughter felt like bliss against you as it sent delightful vibrations through your body. Silco licks another stripe, then another until you're whining for more. You know he’s toying with you but you are helpless against such plots, especially with where his tongue is situated. 

Then his tongue slowly circles your clit igniting a deeper pleasure within you, one you're begging he won’t cut short for the sake of his own little game. But he doesn’t, instead he begins to suck on your delicate nub with purpose, eyes fixed on you as the pleasure within you approaches white hot. If the trembling of your legs didn’t give you away, then it would have been the arch of your back, or the volume of your moans as you practically begged for more, or the way you bit your lip so hard it nearly drew blood as your face twisted in pleasure; you were close.

With a pop he pulled off of your clit forcing you to cry out from the loss of contact.

“Hush darling, you wouldn’t want everyone out there to hear how needy you are,” Silco spoke in a low rumble, as he quelled your desperation replacing his tongue with those long elegant fingers of his moving through your folds, stroking your clit in a way that had you panting all over again.

“You wouldn’t want them to think that just anyone could have you like this.”

You shook your head and pressed your lips together to stifle your moans but it was impossible with the way he was touching you. Twisting that coil inside of you ever tighter with that nonchalance that made the highs he raised you to seem effortless. Even through your lust fueled haze you longed to see a crack in that perfect facade. 

“Hmmm? What was that?” Silco’s words pulled you out of the sensations you were lost to, though you were hardly able to comprehend them.

“Use your words, darling,” he cooed sweetly in complete contrast to the two fingers he pushed past your entrance with force to punctuate his point. 

The moan that followed was lewd but it fully illuminated the need in his features. You didn’t know how bad you needed that, that look in his mismatched eyes, that desire, that hunger--for you. Your desire for him was obvious and clearly he enjoyed toying with you, but to see your same hunger reflected back at you, such a departure from that cool composure he wore so well drove you even higher. 

It was a miracle you had a voice at all with the way he had been keeping you, but you forced out the words nonetheless.

“N-No! Never. Just you. Only you-u.”

Silco’s fingers curled inside you making you see stars sending your own fingers scrambling for any purchase they could find.

“Mmhmm, exactly,” Silco hummed in approval. “Now, should I let you cum like this, or should I watch the faces you make as you cum on my cock?”

The mere mention of his cock was enough to send a jerk through every muscle in your body. Something Silco immediately picked up adding another finger to create the most wonderful stretch. 

“Do you need another reminder about using your words, darling?” he said with a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers that made your eyes roll back in your head. Even his harshness was bliss somehow. 

“Both!” You exclaimed between pants, his fingers rocking you ever closer to your edge. This earned you a chuckle but he didn’t stop. Simply pulled you close, moving the blade of his nose along your neck as he drank you in.

“Impatient, needy and greedy--tsk, tsk,” He spoke against your skin. “Usually I don’t indulge greedy little whores--”

The soft pressure of his thumb against your clit while he pumped his fingers inside you caused you to dig your nails into his shoulder, nearly sending you over the edge.

“But since you broke your rules for me, I’m willing to make an exception.” Silco’s voice was a hiss in your ear as you clung to him, completely lost in sensation. After a moment, he prompted you again.

“What do you say when someone’s done something nice for you?” he taunted in smooth tones.

“T-Thank you-” you gasped.

The pressure on your clit melted into tight circles winding the coil inside of you tighter than you could have ever imagined. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Now cum for me.” 

The words alone might have been enough to make you cum but as the circles around your clit became more rapid you felt that coil in your core snap with pure ecstasy. Silco’s hands fucked you through your orgasm while he stared in open hunger as the effects of your release washed over your face. The muscles in your cunt gripped his digits so tightly they threatened never to return them, a sensation that Silco relished. His name fell from your lips like a holy chant of gratitude.

“Good girl” He whispered in your ear. You could hear his smile in the succulent notes of his voice. 

Your eyes fluttered shut to a blissful brightness, a gentle relief that felt both lovely and out of place. Your fingers sank into the fabric of Silco’s coat, even softer than you remembered. Gripping the light fabric in your hand you pulled him closer, longing to feel him on your skin. But the heat of his touch was gone. 

You forced your eyes open in confusion only to be greeted by a blinding light that forced you back into the softness beneath you. 

The sun.

Your eyes adjusted to the morning light as you acclimated to your ‘new’ surroundings. Still wrapped in the warmth of your blankets in your bed, visions of your time with Silco in the dressing room seemed far away. But as you shifted in your bed you noticed a cool wetness underneath you. A pool of your own arousal had soaked through your panties, your nightgown, and onto your sheets. You sat up, surrounded by the only evidence of your night time encounter with Silco. The full truth of a desire you would never admit to.

His sultry voice rang through the fogginess of your mind, ‘We wouldn’t want you to break your own rule, now would we?’

You flopped back on the bed in exasperation. 

‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’

What a fucking liar I am. 

Ok!!! Finally *some* action! This is my first time writing smut and I could use all the help I can get! So reach out and let me know your thoughts! *Gulp*

I hope you liked it! Much more to come soon!

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I just got to say this. I love how Silco simps are unashamedly horny on Tumblr. And I'm down for that. You guys create amazing artwork and creative works that connects all of us on a exciting level.

Istg the tags I see on people's reblogs on Silco, perfectly describes how I feel. Especially @steponmesilco you make IMMACULATE art and your tag reblogging has me ascending-

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i’m gonna be selling at a con where his VA is a guest and i dunno if i should bring this sticker to sell lmaaaoooo