#lil summary in the tags

[qpenpals]

First of all, support Shubble and support all victims (which is a statement that while said a lot, seems not be followed as frequently, however i hope those who read this abide by it)

Second, I don’t support wilbur soot/william gold, and I don’t think that anyone should after this.

Third, while this situation is not about me, i have feelings and opinions about it that i would like to share, but even if you don’t read anymore,

Please watch shelby’s vod, and maybe try checking her content out, because while i don’t frequently watch her, i enjoy her streams and maybe you will too! her new hardcore series sounds great :)

This is quite long, but honestly this is kind of just for me to collect my thoughts, however if you read to the end thank you<3 im touched :)

ALSO ABUSE TRIGGER WARNING

Alright, so I have loved wilbur soot’s content for a very long time, 4 years or so. I watched the streams and listened to his music from the start. His content is entwined with many of my fond memories.

Earlier today, I had a breakdown over this whole situation, because, as I’ve been quite busy with school, my job, and other assorted things in my life, I found out about this morning. I had woken from a nightmare about my previous abuser. Who i will be talking about a lot more of as they really impacted my views on this situation.

However this nightmare had left me in a fragile mood, my girlfriend was still sleeping and i didn’t want to wake her, so to comfort myself i went to read one of my bookmarked fanfictions, this fanfiction, while i dont remember the title is one that i’ve found comforting for a very long time, so much so that when im stressed my partner has it saved to send to me so i can calm down.

It was a fanfiction about quackity and tubbo, wilbur soot was mentioned maybe 5 times, and the author had deleted it.

This caused me to try and find out why, so i went to their page and they had posted a temporary fic explaining what had been going on.

My first reaction had been disbelief, I then went to research everything. It was a lot to process.

I watched shelby’s vod. Before this i had mainly been disconnected from what i had seen, taking it it but not with any of my own feelings or thoughts really, just processing.

Shelby’s situation hits really hard for me because a lot of it mirrors my own abusive relationship of a few years ago. The wording Wilbur used against her, sounds like what my old partner would use against me. His actions, such as her having to clean and taking care of food, and amenities, were things i had to experience.

Abuse TW:

My old partner would physically abuse me through biting as well, he would claim that he just liked knowing i was his, and yet, like shubble, if i ever used our safe word, which happened so fucking often, he either wouldn’t listen, bite down harder on my neck, or fucking smile at me before letting go.

This got to the point that multiple times he had drawn blood from my neck, that i still have scars from today. And as i watch Shubble talk about her story which is ever so close to mine, I wonder that if I had watched this before, maybe i wouldn’t have stayed in that relationship.

I proceeded to stay in this relationship for 2 years before i realized how much harm he was doing to me, because i truly believed he loved me, because of all the lovebombing he would do.

End of Abuse TW:

And yet i felt pain aside from sympathy or memories, when learning of this, as the content Wilbur had put out had actually helped me out of this relationship, his music was pretty much all i listened to the months of healing after i got out and it helped, the art is good, and yet the author is one i cannot respect nor support in anyway now that i am aware.

i’d suggest watching this tiktok by @lasmanburg that really explains my thoughts and feelings on this

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL1tb5Wg/

Right back to the content. I don’t believe that we should throw it all away, i don’t think that people should be deleting their art, fanfiction, or anything based on Wilbur. Because in the end it’s all art that we have created and interpreted and though the man who inspired it is horrible, all that has been made does not reflect his actions, but instead love and creativity from vast multifaceted community.

One can continue their writing and work because they are the ones creating it, not him, and besides most interpretations of him stray quite far from the source anyways

I think that one can continue to engage in his content as long as one does not directly support him, such as pirating his music, but personally at least right now listening to his music which brought me so much comfort-makes me feel sick. So think i’ll be taking a step back.

I don’t really know how to end this, i just needed to get my thoughts out honestly. I have therapy in an hour. I hope all of you who’ve made it to the end have a wonderful day and drink some water. I wish shelby well, and i’m glad she has been able to share this situation. And with that, I must now leave :)

[star4daisy]

hi lovely!! could you tell me about the ‘reformed’ serial killers please?!? <33

heey sweetie <3

soo Evan is a changed man, hasn't killed anyone in years/ever since he moved into this small town, until Barty comes into town and Evan sees him with a girl who goes missing on the other day, Evan starts investigating him and realises he's the one killing this girl's, Evan goes after him thinking Barty will be the last person he ever kills so he'll be able to go back to living his boring life there but Barty starts a game of trying to convice/seduce Evan to go back into killing with him hehehe

[worldsquietestjojosfan]

wait so is bookmarking fics like saving them?

like a public folder of fics you like?

[marswasnothere]

Unprivating a bunch of joker out fic bookmarks with unhinged notes on my ao3 account because why not, I think they’re funny enough for others to enjoy

[scatterpatter]

When your "scary" headmate has their first positive front trigger

[that-was-anticlimactic]

before the falling and decay

written [late] for day five of @jjkgenweek: grief/loss

“How are you coping?”

Nobara didn’t know why she asked. It’s not like anything they said would help her cope, anyway.

But Todo’s forced smile fell and Inumaki snorted.

“Fish flakes.”

“We aren't.”

[or, nobara wakes up after shibuya and recovers with inumaki, todo, and shoko]

🍂8,228 words | kugisaki & inumaki & todo-friendship🍂

[cookinguptales]

Blood and Scales Original | F/F Preslash | Teen | 3600 words When Sihaya washes up on shore late one night, she knows that she was the only survivor of the shipwreck. But that doesn't mean that she's alone in the water. Sihaya opened her eyes slowly, the salt and grime and exhaustion making her eyelids stick. It was dark, dark, and all she could hear were the waves that licked at her feet. The beach.

Yeah, it's an old ficlet I did for Mermay several years ago! I just found it. lmao. I'd forgotten all about Sihaya and her somewhat creepy mermaid rescuer, but I definitely remember having a somewhat extensive headcanon about the two of them getting together eventually.

The ficlet, as it is, can be read as either found family or preslash, but... between you and me, they're definitely getting together one day. lmao

[humblemooncat]

OC Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @mimble-sparklepudding & @healersadjust! Just getting around to this now that I'm back, so thank you guys for your patience! <3

Favorite oc - Ki'to

Newest oc- Kin

Oldest oc- Orias (I've had her since '21 at least, maybe late 2020)

Meanest oc - Nox. Definitely Nox

Softest oc - My softest uwu baby boy is Ahko'to Qhantari. He is baby and I love he. I just don't do much with him so I haven't introduced him yet. xD

Most aloof/standoffish oc - Nox (I think Kin also qualifies for this since they don't socialize ever really, so they tend to seem this way)

Dumbest (affectionate) oc - L O H I, my beloved himbo

Smartest oc - Y'rhala, though Ori's a close second. My Sharlayan bbys.

Horniest oc - K I ' T O

Oc you’d bang - Ki'to, without a second thought.

Oc you’d be best friends with irl - Also Ki'to. I love the personality he's developed, we'd be the best of friends.

I'm getting to this late, so most people I know have probably already been tagged. But if you haven't done this yet, then let me be the one to tag you. <3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi ari!! how are youuu, i hope you’ve been well!!! sending you smooches😘😘

knight!sugu… have you read berserk ari??? he reminds me so much of griffith — i wouldn’t say character-wise but more like his vibes and the tragedy of their story. knight!suguru is etheral, like an angle fallen from heaven, so serene and untouchable that even the blemishes of blood on his skin look like a great detail and not a reminder of a gruesome battle he just left, ready to sacrifice everything just for you…

aight i’m gonna go or else the spiral of knight!sugu will consume me… love ya!! — gem🍓

GEMMMM MY BELOVED hello!!!!!!! :D i am sending u the loveliest fuzziest vibes i hope you’re doing so so well <333 SENDING U ALL THE SMOOCHES BACK mwah mwah :33

i’m doing well hehe, gonna spend allllll day trying to finish the knight!sugu fic before sugu’s bday ends in my time zone !!!! i’m super excited to post it !!! and AAAA the way u describe him….. gem….. u Get it……. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 the overwhelming devotion !!!! the beauty in violence !!!!!!!! i’m literally ill abt him he makes me spiral daily…… I HAVEN’T READ BERSERK YET SADLY but this made me want to so bad 😭😭😭 i’ve heard nothing but good things but i’ve yet to really learn what it’s about pshjdjs

[kentuckycaverats]

3 for Ptolemy!

3. most expensive purchase/how they spend disposable income

this piece of junk beaut right here!!

they work as a ghost tour guide (lots of those in charleston) and it's not a terribly lucrative gig so this bad boy's about the best they could manage. plus, they live with/take care of their gran who's....something of the eccentric, free spirit, cryptid-enthusiast-slash-monster-hunter type and is no longer employed, so ptol handles most of the bills and groceries and practical life type stuff, which doesn't leave terribly much in the way of disposable income.

(they're a mastigos psychonaut, though, so there's always a little money stashed away for the essentials. you know how it is)

[friendshapedplant]

[ID: Two colored digital drawings of Firefly Mel, a Dark Souls OC of Atticus'. Both drawings have a sketchy, messy texture to the line art. The first is a full body chibi drawing of Melodie. She's a white woman with orange hair in low pigtails and a blue eye, the other covered by loose white bandages. She wears a blue elbow-length cloak, hood up and tied in the middle, a pink dress with no visible sleeves, a blue belt with blue and white banner-like accessories hanging from it, and no shoes. She looks to the viewer with a neutral expression, mouth small and barely open. Her right hand rests on her hip and she holds up a flame in her left hand. The second drawing is a head shot of Melodie, without her hood or bandages. She has freckles across her cheeks and nose, and her left-hand eye wanders inward, an arrow pointing to it labeled, "strabismus." She grins at the viewer. /End ID.]

"Melodie hath scared off many a potential ally, weary of her impulsivity, pyromancy, and reckless ways spelling disaster. Those that choose to stand by her side are bold and patient, and those that stand in front of her are shown no mercy."

Okay proper post bout Firefly Mel, or Melodie of Melfia!

Melodie is a pyromancer, trained by the Melfian Magic Academy. Once paralyzed with fear of fire and being branded with the DarkSign, an intersection of both fears seemingly cancelled each other out, leading her to embrace the craft after becoming Undead in a blazing house fire she may or may not have started. Also she's a certified user of the Gender Swap Coffin.

[jackals-ships]

cleaning my room Again and i found my tarot cards so I was like "i haven't done a spread in Awhile I've been itching to get back into my practice as well lemme Talk an see What's Up" and these bitches (affectionate) said

[gendervapor14]

why does editing take 8 years and my entire heart and soul. why can't i just do it right on the first time. why do i have to have character development and improve. "i'll edit a chapter every day after work" hahahahAHAHAHAHAH

[todayisafridaynight]

*kicks a ball through your window and runs away giggling*

HELLO?

[jackwolfes]

rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! ty @behindtheatlantic for tagging! i tried to get a fairly representative mix of fandoms/genres but my ao3 is..... difficult to manage..........

just wanna live in someone else's dream: They move as one beautiful creation, hands fumbling with the tell-tale sign of desperation– need– being young and stupid and horny– but the reason why doesn’t matter. The effect is the same.

like a secret (like an oath): What he feels is the remembered press of Adam’s knees on the back of his hands; keeping him down, keeping him safe. Keeping him from clawing his fingernails against his own skin like he’s done too many times before.

it isn't bad work: Jesper isn’t pretty like the boys in other pleasure houses are pretty. He’s got a rugged charm, a bright spark in those grey eyes. He thinks that Jesper would manage well in a brothel job, with his desire to make people smile; his charm.

without pity: “You hovering will not help. You appearing with a burn - that should not have happened,” Nina adds, turning angrily at Kuwei, “Will not help. You cannot help, Wylan. Let us do our jobs. Saints, you’re as bad as Kaz.”

blue waves crashing: It’s like saying his own name aloud breaks something about the uneasiness for Jesper, like being reminded of the fact he is real and probably alive reminds him that there’s a lot about life to be okay with. Maybe that is what being cursed by fae feels like. If it is, Jesper doesn’t think he minds.

you know i talk too much: He wants it with a strange sort of hunger that leaves him feeling hollow. There’s an itch in his veins, trapped beneath fragile skin. He wants teeth on his wrist biting till he bruises, breaking blood vessels till bliss sparks behind his closed eyes.

somewhere full of bright colours and beautiful sounds: It hurts to know that one day she’ll hug someone else and smell fire smoke and coffee and the caramel candies Jesper eats too much of and maybe not know who it was she had been holding.

a prince bathed in moonlight (or, a gift for kaz brekker): “What was it you said last night?” Jesper asks. He’s taunting him. “I don’t care so long as he’s there to watch me come on someone’s c—" “Stop it,” Wylan snaps. Kaz thinks that eventually he’ll reach a threshold of embarrassment and stop blushing. He hasn’t yet.

a daydream believer (and a homecoming queen): “She’s a ghost!” June had called into the apartment.  “Who’s a ghost?” Pez called back.  “June?” Alex asked.  “June is a ghost?”  “I am not a ghost!”

only imaginary people disappear to Peru for ten years: Merrick gives him a smile. “I have to assume you’re a friend of Keita’s or Minna’s,” he says. “I hope so, at least. I’d rather keep you for Christmas dinner, and not need to have you arrested for burglary.”

tagging: @doorsclosingslowly @randomcat1832 @cameliawrites @feelinglikecleopatra @annnesbonny !! & anyone else that wants to do this! 💛

[insomniac-silco-maniac]

Unplanned - Chapter One

Silco x OC canon divergence AU (NSFW) 

Warning tags: Lactation kink, canon typical violence, MDNI

Summary: Silco gets more than he expected from a girl who sweeps him off his feet. Literally.

Link to it on Ao3 here

Micheal pushed her way through the tight alleys, panting heavily and barely able to hear the racing feet behind her over the sound of her heart beating in her ears. She hit a wall hard and pushed herself off it to get leverage down the next alley, this one wider and leading out to an empty street. She'd be able to at least fight with that much space. She hoped.

A quick glance over her shoulder as she neared the street had mismatched eyes falling on the five men who were stumbling over each other as they bounced off the same wall she had. Too close now.

The air was abruptly knocked from her lungs as she exited the alley, slamming right into someone and toppling them both to the ground. She spun her head to finally look forward and found herself on her hands and knees above the very pissed off Eye of Zaun.

Fantastic.

Her lungs hadn't quite gathered air back yet so she didn't say anything as she quickly rolled off of him and looked to the men who had been chasing her. They still seemed hellbent on finishing this fight until they caught sight of the man on the ground next to her. They couldn't have run away fast enough.

Micheal panted and looked to the older man who was seemingly as winded as she was, though she had a feeling most of his panting was out of anger. "I am so sorry." She breathed out, pushing herself to her feet and holding her hand out to him. Despite the sting of him slapping it away she didn't blame him, watching as he got to his feet on his own.

Silco opened his mouth to snap at her but the words died on his tongue as he finally got a good look at the girl. Now, a normal person would think that's not something you see everyday, but Silco was not normal and he did in fact see that every day when he looked in the mirror. Still, it was quite a shock to see the girl with a pure black left eye, like his just without the burning orange iris. She seemed to notice his shock and he quickly steeled himself. "It would be wise of you to watch where you are going." His words were thick with venom, dripping heavy with each one despite him still staring into her eyes.

"Was more concerned with what was happening behind me." Micheal retorted, brushing some gravel from her bloodied palms after the impact with the ground. "But I'll be sure to watch where I'm going next time I'm being chased." The displeased look on the man's face made her tense. "Sir."

Silco stared down his nose at her, seeing how she didn't exactly cower away from him, more so playing nice than actually being intimidated. Most people would be scared shitless about looking at him, let alone running him down and then responding sarcastically of all things. He took his chance to look the girl over, intrigued by her now that he knew she wasn't terrified like most. Long black hair was done up in a single braid that hung over her shoulder and fell down to her hip. She was wearing a button up dress shirt that rivaled his in red, though it was clearly matched to her blood red right eye. It was tucked into a pair of black dress pants, suspenders hanging by her thighs, used for fashion more than practicality. Not one he'd lose in a crowd. "Why were they chasing you?"

"Bumped into one of them." The girl shrugged, rubbing her shoulder at the memory.

"You seem to have a habit of that."

Micheal snorted softly and shook her head, arms folding across her stomach and it was clear now that she had bruises along her arm. "Blind in my left eye. Not easy to watch where I'm going." She shrugged again, used to running into things, her hip also bruised in multiple places from walking into tables. Her depth perception sucked.

A soft hum left the man and his lips curled up in a small smirk. "I suppose I can forgive you for running into me then. This time."

The girl laughed and caught his gaze. "I appreciate it. Didn't really want to die today." She teased, rocking from her heels to her toes. It was her turn to look the man up and down, pleased to finally see him up close after a few glimpses in the streets. He wasn't as scary as people made him out to be, at least not in looks. Who didn't have scars? Live down here long enough and you'll start to wear them proudly as a warning to anyone who tried to fuck with you. Look what I can handle. "Well, I hate to keep you from whatever business you have. Sorry again for running into you." She beamed and went to leave, blinking in surprise when his hand caught her elbow.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" Silco asked curiously, not wanting this girl to slip through his fingers. It wasn't just her eye drawing him in, but he'd admit it was a major factor. There was something else though, like a whirlpool around her that swept him in the moment she got close. He wanted to know her, even if it was unorthodox of him to do so. He made the rules, and he could break them.

"Not at all, just assumed you did."

He smirked slightly and nodded his head in the direction of the Last Drop. "Allow me to buy you a drink."

Micheal couldn't help the soft snort that escaped her. "Wouldn't it be free for you?"

"Humor me."

She laughed but nodded, ignoring the twinge of loss she felt when his hand left her arm. It was a gentle hold, even more so than she expected considering this man's reputation. The girl easily fell in step behind him and followed the crime lord to his club. Not something one does every day. Still though, the moment he didn't stab her from crashing into him she felt at ease just talking to the man.

Its was pretty early in the evening and yet the music from the club vibrated the ground beneath her feet as they approached it, the double doors being pushed open for the man and subsequently her. The crowd parted for him as well, just enough that she occasionally had to push some people away if they cut between her and the crime lord, despite being practically on his heels.

The older man lead her up the stairs to the second floor, private booths lining the walls and he took one next to a closed door with two guards outside of it. A wave of his hand had the girl sinking into one side as he stood in front of the table. "Give me one moment." He said just loud enough to be heard over the music before he moved to the door and stepped inside.

Micheal glanced around before she shifted a little further into the curve of the booth so she could see her surroundings better. She caught the glimpses of a few people at other tables, the weight of their judgement hitting her heavily. Even as she dropped her gaze she could still feel theirs burning into her.

It wasn't until Silco returned that she finally looked up, watching as he sat and carefully slid himself just a little further into the booth than necessary. "Can I ask how you handle it when someone shows damn near disgust purely for your eye?" As she spoke she absently leaned her head into her hand, cradling it in a way that kept her eyes from view of others in the club. She opted to stare at him, noting that he was now sans coat and had a cigar between two fingers, a lighter in his other hand.

Silco frowned slightly at the question and looked out over the club, seeing the ones whispering and how their glances locked with the girl but avoided him. "Usually I stab them in the eye." The laugh he got from the girl made him smirk, seeing her shoulders ease. The moment she looked away he caught the eyes of a guard over her shoulder and glanced at the table across the way, a silent command to rid whoever it was from his club.

"I guess that's one way to handle it." Micheal smiled, keeping her gaze either on Silco or the table until someone approached.

"What would you like?" The older man asked, fingers gently drumming on the table.

"Whiskey sour."

"Make it two." Silco said to the waiter who scurried off.

It was once he was gone Micheal saw that the group of people in the booth across the way were being forced out, glancing over her shoulder to see one of the guards was gone from his post at the door. "I look away for two seconds." She laughed, shaking her head. "You didn't need to, I may hate the staring but I can ignore it."

"If they're staring at you for your eye, then it's an insult to me as well." Silco said with a clipped shrug, lighting the cigar in his hand before bringing it to his lips. "Besides, I'd prefer to have all of your attention at the moment." The words fell from his lips along with a cloud of smoke.

Even with all the flashing lights, Micheal was positive her blush was visible, cursing the heat that only burned more when the man smiled as he noticed. "You have it."

"Excellent." Silco smirked, only breaking eye contact when their drinks were served before he turned back to the girl and raised his glass. The soft clink of their tumblers was drowned out by the music, his gaze glued to hers as he took a sip, deft fingers barely holding the edge of the glass until it was set down. "What's your name?"

Micheal laughed softly as they clinked their glasses together, humming at the question. "My name huh? That's a tough one. I don't normally tell people my actual name unless I trust them to keep it a secret. Can I trust you?" The question was about more than just her name, the obvious weight of it resting heavy in the air between them.

"You can." Silco said through another puff of smoke, lips curling into another smile as the girl leaned in closer.

"Most know me as Micheal, but you may call me Nina." Her voice was just loud enough for him to hear, but even so he had shifted in more to catch every syllable. The pleased look on his face made her shiver slightly and she grinned as she sat back and sipped her drink.

"A lovely name, for a lovely woman." He purred the words as he tapped his cigar over the ashtray at the center of the table.

"You flatter." Micheal laughed, though once again she knew he could see her blush. "Am I allowed to use your name or is it strictly sir?" She once again rested her face into her hand, cradling her cheek so she could look straight at him and only him.

A small hum left the man as he mulled over the answer despite knowing he wanted to hear her say his name. "You may use it." He said the words casually like it was no big deal when they both knew that it was.

"Wonderful." Micheal smiled but didn't say his name, the dark thrill of a look in his eyes all she needed to know that he was enjoying the playfulness. "So tell me sir, what's it like being the most dangerous man in the Undercity?"

"It has its perks." Silco chuckled as he brought the cigar to his lips. "For example, I can easily threaten someone to say my name if I need to."

The girl quirked a brow and grinned. "Oh? And what sort of threat would that be?" Her mismatched eyes widened as a hand slid beneath the table and over her thigh, squeezing and dragging fingers enough to part her legs.

"The threat of not going further." Silco said casually, like his hand wasn't slipping higher up her thigh, stopping just before his fingers brushed against the seam at the center of her pants.

Micheal's blush was undeniable and she squirmed in her seat, looking around as if someone might see despite the dark room only being lit up by strobing lights. No one could see. No one would notice if she rolled her hips forward, so long as she kept her face passive. "That is quite the threat." She downed the rest of her whiskey and caught his eyes with her own. "If I give in, will I be stuck in this booth with just your hand to satisfy me?"

Silco's eyes were dark and his lips were glued upwards in a smirk. "I'm sure we can come to another arrangement, though I do like the idea of watching you squirm in a room filled with people none the wiser." He purred lowly, running a single finger along the seam of her pants just to watch her shiver.

"You are an evil man~" Micheal laughed, keeping herself from pressing into that teasing finger. She spared a glance out into the club again, over the side of the railing to see a portion of the room below. Mismatched eyes followed the rhythm of movement until she spotted someone who seemed utterly out of place as they stood stark still amongst the mass of dancing figures. Her body reacted before she even properly registered what she saw, grabbing Silco's vest and tugging him down into the booth as a bullet hit the cushion where his head had been. It came as no surprise when the crowd below went into hysterics a moment later as the shot was undeniable despite the blaring music.

A hand slid around the wrist that she only realized was still grasping the crime lord's vest when she felt it, drawing her gaze as he pulled her with him out of the booth and to the door behind it. The guards in front had already opened it, and the moment it shut she heard them shouting at the droves of people pushing their way out of the club.

Micheal said nothing as they climbed another set of stairs, a hallway at the top that he lead her down before pushing open a door and pulling her inside. She barely got the chance to see she was in his office before her back was pressed against the door, his body against hers. Her mouth opened but all words died the moment his tongue met hers, eyes falling shut as she slid her arms around his shoulders and tried to tug him even closer.

Silco wasn't used to people saving his life if he wasn't paying them to do it, so it was quite a shock when he heard the shot the instant he was tugged down and out of the way. Oh he definitely wasn't going to let this girl go. The man all but dragged her up to his office, breathing sped up from adrenaline and his want for her.

The second they were alone he was on her, leg slipping between hers as their mouths met. The moan that slipped from her lips was all he needed to hear before he started to undo the buttons of her shirt, getting annoyed at the last few and ripping the rest of the garment open. He pulled back from her mouth and nipped his way down her jawline, across her throat where he made sure to leave deep red bruises, and down her chest. He kissed and bit at the top of her breasts, a hand sliding up from her waist and to her back where he eagerly snapped the clasps of her bra undone.

Micheal panted softly and moaned as his mouth trailed down her body, whimpering when he sucked hard on certain spots. Her hips rocked forward along his thigh and she bit her lip as her gaze fell to watch him. The hungry look in his eyes had her throbbing and she pushed him away so she could slide her shirt off, the bra falling to the floor as well. Her head hit the door as the man got back to work, chipped teeth and hot tongue finding their way to her nipple, fingers pinching the other.

"F-Fuck Silco." She finally let his name slip past her lips, the growl he gave in return making her shudder. A gasp left her a moment later as his hands slid beneath her thighs and lifted her up, the man deceptively strong as he carried her to his desk and nearly threw her onto it.

Silco stared down at her, panting as he ran his hands from her throat to her chest, briefly squeezing her breasts before going lower and catching the button of her pants. Once again he worked quickly to get it and her zipper undone, smirking as she lifted her hips so he could tug her pants off. The deep blush that hit her cheeks when she realized he'd also pulled her underwear down as well had him chuckling lowly. "No time to waste~"

Micheal laughed a little breathlessly and let him pull her pants off after a hasty removal of her boots as well. She bit her lip and spread her legs for him as he took in the sight of her, propped up on her elbows and looking at him with a hunger rivaling his own. "Then you better hurry up." She teased, giggling when he tugged her to the edge of the desk before he started to undo his own pants. Four buttons popped and he pulled himself free, her eyes widening at the sight and she had to shut her mouth before she started drooling. "Holy fuck."

Silco smirked and stepped forward, humming as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Beg for it." He purred as he teased her clit with the head of his cock.

Micheal moaned and shivered at the touch, biting her lip as she looked up at him through her lashes. "Please, please Silco I need you." She pleaded, body jolting whenever he'd drag himself over her clit. "F-Fuck fill me please!"

The older man chuckled at her, watching how she so easily came undone. "Good girl~" He said lowly, lining his cock up at her entrance and pushing himself deep in one smooth thrust. The wet heat was incredible and he groaned as he braced one hand on the desk at her side, loving the way she arched up into him.

"O-Oh Silco...!" Micheal whimpered and fell flat against the desk, his cock so big and stretching her so wonderfully. The twinge of pain mixed with pleasure and she rolled her hips against his, groaning at the feeling.

Silco hummed and leaned over her completely, catching her lips in another hungry kiss as he pulled himself out to the tip and then snapped his hips forward. Her cry of pleasure dripped into his mouth and he moaned, starting a rough and fast pace. His lips once again found her jaw, moving lower and lower until he was at her chest again. This time he started with the other nipple, having neglected it before and was making up for it now.

Micheal whined and arched up into his mouth, threading her fingers into his hair and gasping when it earned her a borderline painful bite. "Sil-ah! S-Silco...!" She couldn't form any other words, his name dripping from her lips.

Then the man suddenly stopped everything, pulling back and she didn't know why until her gaze fell to her chest. Her cheeks burned a bright red with embarrassment and she sat up, placing a hand over her chest and the her now leaking nipples. "I-I'm sorry–" Her apologies were cut off by his lips on hers, a firm hand pushing her back onto the desk while the other moved the arm she had covered herself with.

"Don't apologize." There was a kindness in his gaze, mixed in with a new hunger she didn't expect. "Just tell me if it starts to hurt." He moved back to her chest and caught a nipple between his lips, moaning around it as he started to suck the milk from her.

"O-oh fuck...!" The girl's head hit the desk again and she whimpered loudly as not only did he start to milk her but his hips started up even harder than before. "S-so good!" She cried out, fingers moving to tug at his hair as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed. The pleasure was intense and she could feel that wonderful heat pooling in her core, whines and moans leaving her freely.

Silco did not expect that but he couldn't deny how his cock throbbed as realization dawned on him, the sweet taste on his tongue making him want more. The moment his lips were wrapped around her again he was sucking hungrily, blue eye falling shut as he savored this moment. He got lost in his actions, moving from one nipple to the other, hips rocking of their own accord while his hands and mouth worked on milking the girl of every last drop.

It wasn't until she nearly screamed his name and tightened around him did he get pulled from it all, his forehead falling between her breasts as he moaned and his hips started to falter. A few thrusts later and he buried himself deep as he came hard, filling the girl with every last drop before he slid his arms beneath her and pulled her against him. He panted against her skin and kept his face buried until the high wore off, slowly releasing her and standing up a little straighter to admire the complete mess she was.

A bit of clean up and redressing had the girl sprawled out on his couch, bra still off as her nipples were quite sensitive now. An arm hung over her face as she rested, not having been fucked like that in ages.

Silco sat behind his desk, cigar between his lips as he reorganized it, papers having been crumpled or mixed around during their moment of fun. He tapped his fingers along the arm of his chair absently, a thought nagging at him but he wasn't sure how to broach the subject other than just being blunt. "You have a child."

Micheal blinked behind her arm at the words, a soft hum leaving her. "I had a child." She corrected quietly, letting her arm fall and head tilt so she could catch his gaze. "My daughter was killed a couple months ago...she wasn't even a year old yet at the time..."

Silco felt his chest tighten and he pushed himself from his chair, crossing the small gap between them before he sat on the table in front of her. "What happened?"

The girl sat up a little, mismatched eyes dull with sadness. "My sister gave birth to a still born, and it drove her insane. She killed many people that day, including the children of our other siblings." Her voice was quiet and she let herself fall back to the cushion, staring up at the ceiling. "Been trying my best to not let it get to me, to not end up like her." A hand slid into her own and she squeezed it, turning to look at him again. "I'm fine..."

Silco brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss along her knuckles. "I...may not know the loss of a child, but I know the betrayal of someone you considered family."

"Is that what caused this...?" Micheal reached up and gently cupped his scarred cheek, her thumb brushing beneath his black eye. "What did you do about it?"

The older man sighed through his nose and nodded, instinctively leaning into her touch. "It is." He squeezed her hand gently, his free one stroking the soft skin of her exposed arm. "I killed him."

The girl hummed and nodded. "I killed her too." She admitted quietly, relaxing into the couch more at his touch. "You know...I never thought I'd relate to the Eye of Zaun so much~" She teased, lightening the mood a little. "Come on, I don't want to spoil such a good time."

Silco managed a soft chuckle and nodded, kissing her hand again. "Would you like another drink?" He placed his empty hand on his knee and pushed himself to his feet, fingers still holding hers until he walked far enough away they slipped free.

"Yes please." Micheal hummed, sitting up enough to prop herself up on the arm of the couch, already missing his touch. "Another whiskey if you have it."

A deeper chuckle this time, mismatched eyes glancing back at the girl. "Its all I drink~"

The girl laughed through her nose and shook her head. "We may have too much in common, Silco. It's becoming eerie." She cooed, reaching out to take the glass handed to her. "Thank you."

"Perhaps, though I find myself enjoying it." Silco admitted, gently lifting her legs so he could slide into a space on the couch before letting her rest her feet across his lap. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Wholeheartedly." Micheal smiled, letting the man shift her around and sinking a little lower into the cushions as she sipped her drink. "Are you going to find out who took a shot at you? I got a pretty good look."

"I'm not going to do anything. If my men know what's good for them they'll be in the streets searching right now." Silco said with a shrug, pulling a cigar from a tray on the small table next to the couch, an odd placement since it was unlikely he shared them with guests.

Ah. Its because he sits here and can't be damned to cross the few feet to his desk to get more.

Micheal found herself laughing softly at the revelation, watching him take a drag off the cigar before leaning his head back and blowing rings of smoke into the air above them. "I'm not sure if anyone's told you recently, but you're so fucking hot." She purred, seeing his blue eye widen slightly and a smirk grace his lips once again.

"You flatter~" He echoed her words from earlier in the night, taking a sip of his own whiskey. The hand that held his cigar rested on her leg and he absently smoothed a circle with his thumb over her. "But I will be honest and say no one has ever said that to me."

Micheal nearly choked on her whiskey, sitting up and looking at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious? No one?" She set her glass down and shifted herself around until she was straddling his lap, hands on his chest. "Then I suppose I will have to tell you how hot you are a lot more huh?" She grinned and caught his lips in a sweet kiss. "Honestly I've seen you walking the streets before and couldn't tear my eyes away, though I'll admit I was terrified of ending up on your bad side." She ran her fingers along his scarred temple and into his hair. "Had I known what it would be like on your good side, I'd have run into you sooner~"

Silco shrugged slightly at her astonishment, not willing to admit any previous trists he'd had were because he paid for them. No one wanted to sleep with a scarred man. An evil man. At least, not until now. He looked up at the girl in his lap, a hand on her thigh that still held his fizzled out cigar. The kiss was short, sweet, and he found himself wanting to follow her lips when she pulled away. A smile formed on his lips as she spoke, setting down his glass so he could reach up and take hold of her face.

Instead, his hand wrapped around her throat.

"Some people, they're good at lying. Others, well, they lay it on too thick." His voice was low, bored even. His grip tightened as her nails dug into his wrist, those wonderfully mismatched eyes of hers wide with fear.

"N-not...a...l-lie." Micheal wheezed out the words, tears pricking her eyes as her vision started to darken. "S-Silco..." She did her best to focus on his gaze, tears finally falling as she reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek, finger swiping beneath his fiery orange eye before the world went dark.