#simply silco simping

[lemonemlyn]

Young Silco💛

*unfinished art🙇🏼‍♀️

This one didn’t work out*, but still wanted to at least share his face🤷🏼‍♀️

*it was a larger illustration 👀

[bbydeathclaw]

Petulance

pairing: silco x fem!reader (nsfw)

AO3

summary: Silco sends you away to try to get some work done and you decide to be a horrendous little shit about it.

tags: fluff, smut, established relationship, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), good ol' mating press, teasing, bratty reader, simp silco

word count: 5.4k

adorably aesthetic mdni banner by @cafekitsune

a/n: hello! this is my first time writing in a looong while almost 10 years to be exact please don't look at me. but I had to get back into it with this shamelessly self indulgent fic of my favorite brooding king pin. I hope you enjoy!

Silco had thought it a bit odd at first, the ease with which you’d taken your leave from his office tonight. Ordinarily when he’d attempt to send you away in favor of getting his paperwork done in a more timely manner, you’d put up some form of sulky little protest.

An overemphasized pout coupled with a look of feigned sadness, eyebrows furrowed together when you’d offer to assist him with said work. Your reason being that it would ‘probably get done faster’ between the two of you. 

A lie, and a blatant one at that. You were, on all counts, absolutely shit at keeping your focus on any tasks he’d try to give you. You knew it. He most certainly knew it. Truly he’d wonder why you’d even bother offering at all if you just spent most of the time trying to distract him anyway. 

Still, he can’t say he isn’t amused by your actions. He finds these juvenile acts of yours terribly endearing for the most part, and even starts to look forward to them, knowing full well that he'll give in to just about anything if you’d simply ask it of him. 

Which is why he can’t help but feel somewhat disappointed when you don’t do any of this at all, and Silco starts to regret his idiotic suggestion entirely until you throw a cheeky smirk his way instead. 

“Alright, I think I’ll go bug Sevika for a bit.”

A single eyebrow quirk, followed by a low hum of approval. 

“I’m sure she’ll be positively thrilled by that,” he replies, suppressing a smirk of his own at the thought of his second in command being pestered by someone almost half her size. 

He’s still disheartened by your willingness to leave, but ultimately makes peace with it knowing that you’d more than likely return at some point. You give him a small wave with your fingers followed by a wink over your shoulder, and Silco doesn't hesitate to drag his gaze over your body shamelessly as it saunters out of his office.

About an hour passes, and the music coming from downstairs is just starting to pick up for the evening. You enter the room with a fluid sidestep, leaning back against the door once it closes behind you. His good brow raises slightly. “Back so soon?”

You don’t answer at first, instead making your way over to one of the tables in his office, like a cat quietly stalking about until something catches its interest. He watches you methodically as you settle for one of Jinx’s old trinkets that had been long discarded, carefully turning it over in your hand. “Sevika called me a menace.”

This time he makes no attempt to hide the subtle upturn from the corner of his lips. “I’m afraid I’m inclined to agree with her, my dear.”

“She seems pretty cranky tonight.” 

“Hm, surely through absolutely no fault of your own.”

You bite the inside of your cheek in what he can only assume is an attempt to stifle a giggle before turning to face him with an adorably giddy expression that makes his chest tighten. 

“Whatcha doin’?” 

So innocent, as if you were completely unaware of the effect you had on him. Silco doesn’t answer you verbally, merely bringing his forehead to rest against his hand and lifting the piece of paper he’s holding in the air with the other. The sullen face you make doesn’t go unnoticed by him as you turn to put the gadget back down with an airy sigh.

“Well,” you drag the word out. “I guess I’d better let you get back to it.”  

“Yes, that would be nice,” he says in turn, though it comes off more teasing rather than the displeasure he’s trying to convey. 

You study his face for another beat or two before you finally respond. “Okay, if that’s really what you want.” It’s not. Not even in the slightest. “I’ll go see if Thieram needs any help at the bar.”

“My love, Theiram is more than capable of handling his responsibilities as a bartender alone. It’s why I hired him, in fact.” He pauses. “Have you perhaps considered staying up here and behaving yourself, rather than looking for more ways to wreak havoc amongst my employees?” 

For a moment Silco thinks that he may be tipping his hand too soon, fearing that you’ve caught on to the fact that he’s basically been doing fuck all except sitting here and waiting for you to come back to his office. His suspicion only rises with the way you’re tilting your head and downright beaming at him with ill-disguised glee, like you’d been reading his every thought. 

“If I stayed up here it certainly wouldn’t be to behave myself.”

The paper he’s holding makes an audible crunch sound, his hand crumpling the edge of it faintly in response to your suggestive remark. 

Before he has the chance to reply with some snarky comment, you’re already heading towards the door, making a show of swaying your hips and giving him another view of the delicious swell of your backside before you take your leave again. His chair makes an audible groan as he leans back against it and lets out a lengthy sigh, running a hand through his hair and glancing down into his lap at the result of your seemingly endless torment.

Intolerable minx.

By the third time you make your way back up, only about half an hour has passed, and Silco’s all but given up on the prospects of getting any semblance of work done tonight. His thoughts being entirely permeated by you and the state you’d left him in. 

The Last Drop is in full swing now, and the liveliness of everything going on downstairs comes through the open door as you re-enter his office. However this time, he makes no effort to acknowledge your arrival, his chair now facing away from his desk, turned instead towards the large stained glass window that bathes him in a sickly, pale green light. All the noise from the club gets muffled when the door shuts once again, followed by the sound of purposeful footsteps making their way over to him.

“Welcome back,” he states flatly, trying to sound as disinterested as he can manage in his current predicament while he looks over his clipboard in a vain attempt at trying to salvage what was supposed to be a productive evening.

“Hello there, almighty Eye of Zaun,” you chime back with a playful lilt in your voice. “Did you miss me?”

Silco’s eyes tick upwards and stare blankly at the window straight ahead, actively suppressing the urge to let out another heavy sigh. You were going to be the death of him at this rate, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind. How you managed to be both so insufferable and still so unbelievably charming he’ll never quite understand. Before he has the chance to turn his chair with an already fixed scowl, he hears a faint thud behind him, the distinct sound of glass meeting wood only slightly muted by a soft shuffling of papers. 

A few seconds pass before Silco finally spins around to face you, seeing that a tumbler has been set down right on top of the paperwork he had been ruminating over all night. He’s also greeted by the sight of you already sitting in a chair directly in front of his desk, grinning from ear to ear. His heart swells at the sight and his scowl gradually melts away, only to be replaced by something more along the lines of skepticism when he takes in your expression fully. 

Your smile is accompanied by what appears to be a look of pure satisfaction, though he has no clue as to why. His non-discolored eye narrows at you, like a parent trying to figure out what misdeed their child has committed behind their back. 

Silco regards you warily for another moment, taking in every minute detail of your face in hopes of detecting something that might give you away while he reaches for the glass set in front of him. Ice clinks against the sides as he swirls it around before bringing it to his lips, taking a long sip followed by a hum of appreciation. His eyes shoot back up to meet yours, and finds you now biting your lip while trying, and failing, to suppress a huge grin. 

You’re definitely up to something, that much he’s certain of now, and the fact that he still can’t figure out what it is causes his previously feigned discontent to turn into more of a bubbling frustration, having just about enough of whatever game you’re playing. A fleeting thought crosses his mind as he glances down at the drink now dangling from his fingertips, then back up to you. 

Silco knows you’ve taken in the brief look of suspicion on his face when you let out a laugh that, despite the visible displeasure he's exuding towards you, is still one of the sweetest sounds he's ever heard.

“I didn’t poison you, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you quip, clearly amused at the implication.

“At this point I would be grateful if you did.”

You laugh again, but it comes out more like a short exhale through your nose along with a relaxed grin, taking a sip of your own beverage, and Silco’s good eye narrows at you once again. 

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No.”

Silence.

“Then what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

He practically glares at you for what feels like a considerable amount of time before it finally dawns on him that you haven’t left yet. 

“Did you need something darling? Or have you just come to find more ways to elicit whatever reaction you’ve been hoping for this evening?” Silco brings the tumbler to his mouth once more, letting it hover there momentarily in order to get the rest of his words out. “Because if the intended reaction was to see how far you can test my patience I can assure you-” 

Words die on his lips immediately when you make a move to stand, mismatched eyes shooting down to your waist to see what appears to be quite possibly the shortest skirt he’s ever seen you in, leaving so very little to the imagination.

He’s still holding the glass right up to his face while he watches you make your way around the only obstacle that separates the two of you before hopping onto one of the corners, your butt and thighs jiggling faintly when they make contact with the solid piece of furniture. “I just figured you could use a drink after such a long night of hard work. Is that so wrong?”

Silco tracks your movements with an almost predatory fixation, watching you lean back slightly to rest against your arms, crossing one leg over the other and he has to actively resist the urge to scoff. This thing is hardly covering anything, you’re essentially sitting there with your bare ass on his desk. The realization of that along with the sight of everything you’re showing has his cock hardening at an alarming rate.

You don’t seem to notice, or if you do you don’t say anything, eyebrows knitting together in a poorly disguised attempt at looking genuinely worried. “What’s wrong? You don’t look very happy to see me.” 

Silco sets the glass down onto his desk with a bit more force than intended, turning his chair to face all the way forward and bringing his mouth to rest against interlocked fingers. Any moment now he’s expecting you to hop right off that corner and make your way back downstairs, back to a place filled with depraved and perverted onlookers. 

Realistically he knows no harm would ever befall you while you were down in the Last Drop. All of his subordinates had been given clear instruction to keep a watchful eye on you at all times, and after a while a lot of them had started to do it less out of obligation and more so out of genuine care, especially Jinx and Sevika. 

Plus, he knows you can hold your own in a fight. Growing up in the undercity had hardened you just enough to make you a scrappy but formidable opponent. So logically speaking, Silco knows there's no safer place for you to be, but the thought of anyone other than himself seeing you in that, especially the less than respectable patrons that frequent his establishment nearly every night, makes his blood boil.

“Of course I'm happy to see you, my dear,” he retorts, turning his head to look over at you once more, eyes darting downwards to that indecent piece of fabric wrapped around your waist then back up to meet your gaze. “It's just that I'm seeing quite a lot of you at the moment, and if you go back downstairs, so will everyone else.” His last words come out strained as he shifts in his chair in a poor attempt to alleviate his growing erection.

“Oh, you mean my skirt? Is there…something wrong with it?” You lift your hips to take the tiniest of scoots towards him, and Silco’s eyes immediately hone in on the action. 

“Don’t be cheeky.”

Another scoot. “I’m afraid that can’t be helped, especially in this.”

At this point he wouldn’t be surprised if you really are trying to kill him, taking controlled and steady breaths while he attempts to suppress his growing ire in response to such a ridiculous question. Of course there’s something wrong with it. Silco’s sure he’d nearly be able to see the soft outline of your mound if you were to spread your legs, even in the slightest.

He lets out another deep breath before picking up his pen and casually scribbling his signature on one of the invoices strewn about in front of him. “You will not be going back down there like that.”

He’s not looking at you, but Silco can see the movements of you moving closer out of the corner of his unmarred eye.

“Are you..asking me to stay?” 

He doesn’t respond, instead electing to take another piece of paper to scrawl his name at the bottom offhandedly. He knows what you’re playing at, the fact that it took him so long to realize it irks him to no end. He wouldn’t mind answering honestly and just telling you that yes, he does want you to stay, but the thought of giving into your bratty little antics this evening doesn’t sit quite right with him. 

Which is why he makes the conscious decision to ignore you as you move close enough to where your upper leg is now narrowly brushing his elbow, the shift causing him to mess up the tail end of another signature. Silco chances a glance towards the movement and regrets it almost immediately when he takes in the soft curve of your thigh, his cock twitching painfully at the sight.

He makes his second mistake when he follows the tantalizing trail of your body upwards and is met with the most unabashed, shit eating grin plastered across your face. He has to force himself to look away, the hand not holding his pen coming up to drag his long fingers back and forth across his mouth as he contemplates the idea of sending you away all together, leaving you pouty and disappointed. And for a moment he comes close to doing just that, until he makes the grave error of risking a glance up at your face again.

You’re not smiling anymore, expression replaced by something far more lustful and serious. Silco simply stares as your tongue slides out to pull your bottom lip in between your teeth before gently nudging his elbow with your knee. He doesn’t hesitate in dropping his arm to offer you the space in front of him, and you slide over gracefully. He stays perfectly still while you plant a foot atop each of the armrests of his ornate chair, knees pressed tightly together.

He finally responds to your earlier question with one of his own. 

“What would possibly give you that idea?” His voice is light and teasing, all traces of anger gone. “You’ve been nothing short of a nightmare all evening, love. And now this?” Fingertips come up to stroke the side of your calf, humming appreciatively.  “What am I going to do with you?”

This earns Silco a wide, toothy grin as you scoot forward. “Whatever do you mean? I’m just sitting here.”

“Don't be coy with me, sweetheart.” He leans forward, breath fanning over your knees as he speaks. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” knees parting just barely, “to answer my question.”

Silco pushes his tongue against his cheek in minor annoyance before sliding both hands up your legs and over your knees, then back down until he reaches your hips. He grips firmly at the supple flesh and yanks you closer towards him, eliciting a sharp squeak followed by a string of giggles.

“I think you might be the most aggravating creature I’ve ever had the displeasure of courting.”

Your face adorns a look of mock appreciation. “Awe, thank you!”

Slender hands travel back up to your knees. “Truly just a tantalizing little menace.” He waits for you to part them further, granting him the access he’s so desperately craving. “One that I’m both drawn to and irritated by all at once.”

Your smile is nothing short of haughty, as if you’re truly taking everything he’s telling you as a compliment. “Well now you’ve really got me hot and bothered,” you shoot back, knees moving further away from each other until you’re spread all the way open for him.

Although spoken in a sarcastic tone, Silco sees that your words are in fact true, his eyes taking in the sight of your already dripping cunt.

“Indulge me, sweetheart,” he says, one hand coming up to trace the backs of your thighs with his knuckles, causing goosebumps to decorate your soft skin. “Why the need to be so difficult tonight?” 

You shiver at the touch, bottom lip still tucked between your teeth as he brings a thumb up to stroke lazily over your pussy. 

“J-just for fun,” you retort, but your voice doesn’t hold the same conviction. “Wanted to see..how long it would take.”

“How long what would take?”

The laugh you let out is shaky at best, but there’s still a bit of confidence left when you answer. “For you to ask me to stay.”

It only takes about half a second before Silco’s thumb pushes into your core and his tongue cards a long, hot stripe along your folds. The noise you make spurring him on further as his mouth envelopes your clit, giving it a harsh suck before pulling away with a satisfying wet plop sound.

“I don’t recall asking anything of the sort,” he chides, sliding his thumb back out. “If memory serves me correctly, you came into my office several times practically demanding my attention.”

Silco punctuates his last few words by pushing two fingers into you, pulling another sharp inhale from your lips as he turns his palm to face upward and curls them inside of you.

“Has it ever occurred to you,” he starts, bringing his thumb to circle against your now swollen clit, drawing a long whine out of you as you work your hips against him. “..that perhaps I attempt to send you away in order to finish with my tasks quickly, just so I can get back to doting on you with said attention? Selfish little creature.”

Your eyebrows pinch together, speaking between shallow breaths. “You.. could have just.. said that.. you know.”

Silco smirks, watching you look back at him with a pair of pleading eyes. “And deny myself the pleasure of seeing your lovely pouts and open displays of petulance?” He adds a third finger. “I think not.” 

“Silco,” you whine, “please.”

His cock twitches in response, and he doesn’t waste any time bringing his mouth back down to your bud and swirling his tongue around it lavishly while his fingers twist and turn inside of you. He watches you throw your head back, one of your hands snaking upwards to grip the edge of the desk above your head, the other coming to latch onto the top of his head hard as you roll your hips against him. 

“There, that’s it,” he coos, “show me how eager you are. Use me.” 

This draws another string of small gasps and moans from you, coupled with lewd, wet, slurping sounds as Silco continues to lap and suck at your clit, bringing his free hand to grip your thigh and anchor you to him. The strain in his pants grows increasingly more painful when you sigh his name affectionately, followed by a noise of protest when he removes his fingers from you all together in an effort to tug at intricate buttons of his trousers, freeing his aching cock and palming himself to the sight of your ruined state. 

Your arousal coating his fingers serves as a welcome lubricant for him to stroke himself languidly, relishing in the feeling of you bucking up into him, using him to chase your own end. His licks are hot and thorough, leaving no part of your heat untouched.

“Yes,” Silco groans into you, “just like that.”  

Your other hand comes down to unbutton your top, cupping and squeezing at one of your breasts, and he knows you’re close by the way you’re begging and pleading above him. The sound of your voice feeds into his determination, letting go of his cock in order to wrap both arms around your thighs, securing you in place and devouring you like a starved man.

The way you cry out his name while your walls flutter around his tongue has him reeling, mismatched eyes boring into you, watching your orgasm in complete reverence as your fluids run down his chin.

“Good girl,” Silco sighs, his movements slowing down to let you ride out your climax. “You always make such sweet sounds for me.” 

Your legs tremble and the vicelike grasp you have on his hair loosens before you slump back down onto his desk, words barely managing to come through your short and labored breaths.

“Could've been making them a lot earlier if you’d…stop trying to kick me out.”

A hint of a smile creeps up on his face as he presses small, feather light kisses up the backs of your thighs, leaving glistening spots of your slick behind in their wake. “You know, it is possible to keep your unsolicited remarks to yourself every once in a while.”

Yours breaks into a devious grin that tugs at his heart without mercy. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” 

“Mmm, point taken.” 

Silco stands to turn your body so that you’re taking up the full length of his desk before climbing up onto it and bracing himself with a hand on either side of your head. His length bobs thick and heavy with need, bringing it to rest against your slit.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You roll your hips against him needily, coating his cock with your arousal. “Maybe.”

“You drive me absolutely mad,” he growls, voice dripping with carnal hunger as he pushes your legs up against your chest once again, lining himself up with your entrance. And it’s the way you're looking up at him with your lip tucked in between your teeth in anticipation, the slight inward curl of your eyebrows in an almost pleading expression that has him pushing into you in one, smooth buck forward, making you gasp as he bottoms out inside of you.

Silco sees your eyes roll back, and he has to physically stop himself from doing the same. He wants to see it all, wants to see your blissed out expression while he fucks you, wants to see all the different ways he can make you come undone beneath him.

You make a pitiful attempt at stifling a moan, one that ultimately fails when Silco starts to rock his hips against yours, pulling them back slowly and savoring the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls before driving them forward with a sharp, pointed thrust. But he’s right there with you, exhaling a throaty groan at the feeling of your walls engulfing him so deliciously, the sensation being nothing short of divine.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he whispers, lowering his head and tilting it to place gentle kisses along your jawline before nipping at your earlobe. “Like we were made for each other.”

The breathy whine this elicits causes him to straighten himself upright again, picking up his pace steadily, and soon the room is filled with the obscene, wet smacking of skin against skin as Silco begins to pump into you with feral-like need. He readjusts your legs so that your calves are hooked over his shoulders, letting him fuck you so much deeper. 

You’re a mess of broken pleas beneath him, and he clings to every single one, a symphony meant solely for him and him alone. Silco watches you with wholly, unabashed devotion as your face twists and contorts in pleasure, pleasure that only he can bring you. And though he wants to feel like he’s still in control, he knows deep down he’s equally ruined by what you do to him, maybe even more so. His seafoam eye glazes over, and strands of hair fall loosely around his face as he ruts into you. 

You reach up and try to put your arms around his neck, but the position your legs are in only allow you to claw at his shoulders helplessly. “S-silco, please..”

“Oh? I see someone’s finally learned some manners,” he taunts.

The huff of annoyance you let out amuses him more than he’d care to admit, “For fuck’s sake, Sil. Let me hold you.”

“Demanding thing,” he scolds, but gives into your ‘request’ regardless, lowering your legs just enough so that your knees fall to the side and hook over his forearms, letting you wrap your arms around his neck with open urgency. And now you’re pulling him down and holding him there, like the waters he'd nearly drowned in.

Silco’s jaw goes slack as he turns his head and pants in your ear like some wild beast, whose sole purpose is to bring you to your end. Like it was all he was ever made for. Your head turns to meet his lips with your own, and he tries to keep some semblance of restraint while he kisses you, but he can’t, not with you. It’s hungry and sloppy, full of exceeding desperation. 

He breaks the kiss reluctantly to make his way down to your neck, lips and tongue moving against the delicate flesh and littering your throat with marks of all kinds, leaving no room for anyone to question who you belong to. “Mine,” Silco snarls possessively in between sucks and bites.

He's about to pull away when one of your hands slides up to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair and locking him in place, begging for more, more, more, and Silco’s more than happy to oblige. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger so tightly, and this realization both excites and ruins him as he begins to ram everything he has into you with new purpose.

“Oh fuck, Silco. Right there,” you cry out, voice becoming raspy and hoarse from your continuous gasps in between moans. 

"Yes, that's it. Show me how much you want this, how much you need this," he huffs out through gritted teeth, trying to establish some form of dominance once again, but it's no use when he realizes his words are just as applicable to him as they are to you.

He forgoes his hold on your legs, letting them fall to your sides briefly before wrapping them around his waist. Your eyes flutter shut and your head starts to loll to the side, but Silco grabs your jaw quickly and forces you to look directly at him.

“None of that, darling. I want you to look at me when you come undone,”  His breath comes out ragged and primal. “You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

You nod frantically in response, eyes drifting downward to stare at his mouth, like a silent plea. He takes the hint without delay, squishing your cheeks together until your lips form a small pout before leaning down to kiss you fervently. His tongue swirls around yours, hot and wanting, before he pulls away just enough for him to pant into your open mouth, his connecting to yours by the thinnest string of saliva. 

Silco can sense your second orgasm approaching rapidly, and he brings his fingers towards your lips. You take the hint right away, wrapping them around his digits and sucking on them lavishly. Once he’s satisfied enough, he removes them and snakes his hand down through your intertwined bodies, settling for the bundle of nerves located between your legs.

Your moans increase in pitch, arms and legs squeezing even tighter around him as he works you with skilled flicks of his wrist.

“You’ve endured this so well, my love,” he whispers against your ear, voice laced with unrestrained hedonism and resolve. “Let’s reward all that effort of yours tonight, shall we?”

His question is rhetorical, but you nod so eagerly for him nonetheless as your walls begin to pulsate, clenching so unbelievably tight around him you’re practically pushing his cock out, nearly sending him over the edge himself.  

“That’s my girl,” he sighs with heavy grit and worship. “You feel incredible.”  

Silco’s face comes back up to hover over yours, looking directly into your eyes while he fucks you through your climax, his own looming closer and closer. He leans down to kiss you, swallowing your labored breaths greedily as his thrusts begin to stagger before coming to a complete halt, his pelvis flush against yours as his cock twitches obscenely within your heat. He lets out a harsh, guttural moan right into your mouth as he spills into you, your walls continuing to milk him with stuttered squeezes, and he has to pull away sharply to exhale a series of delirious gasps. 

Your chests heave against one another, waves of pleasure slowly dissipating as your sweat soaked bodies stay interlocked. Silco shifts slightly, bringing his hands to stroke the top of your head lazily with his fingertips. His forehead comes to rest against yours as he places soft, tender kisses along your cheeks, your eyes, your lips, anything within reach.

He’s rewarded with a giggle, followed by a dopey little grin.

“You know,” you say as your breaths finally return to normal. “I just remembered the other reason you try to send me away while you work.”

Silco already knows the answer, but you punctuate your words anyway by wiggling your ass, causing the sound of his paperwork shuffling beneath you, followed by a light yelp as he smacks your bottom lightly. 

“Impossible little wench,” he chastises, lifting himself off of you and being greeted once again by the sight of the thing you keep referring to as a ‘skirt’. He grabs the edge of it with his fingertips, holding it up like it was a cursed object. “Where in Janna’s name did you even get this from?”

You bark out a laugh before propping yourself up hastily to look down at it with pride. “Ran let me borrow it.”

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“Borrow it,” he repeats, “as in you have every intention of giving it back to them?”

You stare at him for a moment, no doubt mulling over your answer.

“...No?”

Silco smirks at your response before leaning in. “Good girl. Besides, I think we may find many more uses for it still.”

Your eyes widen with child-like wonder, but for the entirely wrong reason. “Oh, so you’ll wear it for me, too?”

He stares back at you blankly, blinking several times before rolling his eyes almost theatrically, earning him another small fit of laughter as he finally graces you with a response.

“Whatever pleases you, I suppose.” 

[k1nky-fool]

Devil of the Crossroads

Part 5/?

Masterlist

Silco x OC

Pairing: M/F

Warnings: general violence warning, Pepper is still kinda evil, but it's hotter now. And Silco might be simping, he just doesn't realize it yet.

Taglist: @pinkrose1422 @sevikasstressball

-Pepper- 

“Any opinions you might want to share?” Silco asked. 

Pepper let out a long sigh. “How much time you got?” 

“If you can’t do it, then simply say it.”

“Oh, I can do it, sugar. The problem is that you’re striking support beams before the mine is empty. You’re gonna bury us before we ever get in the market.” 

“What would you suggest then?” 

“Me? Get someone else to run the weapons trade.” Pepper said. “I don’t know about you, but Finn ain’t exactly impressive.” 

“I am well aware that his skill is mediocre at best, but finding someone more impressive than him would mean we have to risk the operation on someone that can usurp the hierarchy and knock us out when we are weak." He explains. 

"But being open to both Finn and the creature is a hell of a lot worse than just finding someone that actually wants to run the guns." Pepper argued. 

"Unless you can come up with a better plan on your own, then this is our strategy." Silco ordered. 

Pepper abruptly stood and loomed over his desk. "You're gonna get someone killed." 

"With any luck, it'll be the creature." 

"Thought you didn't need luck." Silco sent her a glare as she tried to figure out her next move. “Listen, I’m all for gettin’ someone just flimsy enough that you can push him around, but not flimsy enough that he can’t be steamrolled by the rest of your team. But Silco-” 

Pepper froze as he made eye contact with her. Somehow Pepper did the unthinkable. She faltered. Something about the way Silco observed her made her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“S-Silco, I’m worried about you.” She finally got out. “You’re fighting for a lot of people, and if your pan gets too hot, you ain’t the only one that gets burned. And I ain't talking about me.” 

What surprised her most was how he was definitely struggling with that idea. “I’ll rethink further strategy, but I want you to move forward with the plan. Convince Finn, and I’ll consult you on how to continue from there.” 

A compromise was uncharacteristic as far as Pepper had been told, but she wasn’t one to take a gift for granted. 

Pepper made her way down to the bar to find Sevika. 

"You got orders?" She asked. "You don't look happy about them." 

"I'd greatly appreciate if you would invite Finn in for a drink or two on me." Pepper ordered. 

Sevika gave Pepper a leveled stare, trying to figure out what the hell Silco just told her. "The boss gonna know about it?" 

"He's gonna find out, but I ain't gonna tell him. This ain't his meeting." Silco was hinging a massive part of his plan on Pepper's ability to keep just enough hidden that Finn would listen to her, but that meant that she and him could be the only people in the know. Sevika would know the truth eventually, but not until Finn is fully signed on. 

"Why's he gonna show?" Sevika asked, which was a good question that Pepper barely had an answer for. 

"We'll find out, won't we?" This was careless even for her. However, Pepper was more than willing to negotiate as Finn asked this time. 

Sevika was off, but only about an hour of a slow work day went by before she was back. She didn’t say anything, but plopped a fairly fancy envelope on the bar counter. Pepper watched as Sevika stomped upstairs to Silco’s office looking for an explanation Pepper knew he'd never give. 

The envelope held an invitation instead of a response. It was to a place that Pepper didn’t recognize, but she figured she could handle an attempt on her life, especially as the invitation stated “come alone.” 

The bar was a little farther in the Entrisol than she expected, but a quick look around the place confirmed that Finn hadn’t brought his army. As soon as she entered it was clear the place was public enough that neither one of them would be able to pull something over on the other. 

An overconfident individual might think Finn wasn’t taking her seriously. Showing up without any backup, in a public place that Silco definitely didn’t know about would neutralize him as a threat, but it would also stop her from hurting him. Pepper knew she wasn’t being underestimated. Finn knew she was more of a threat to him than Silco. 

“You scared of me, sugar?” Pepper laughed as she sat down across from him. 

“You’re the one that dropped a corpse through my ceiling.” Finn deadpanned. 

“You were near about ready to call my bluff before you met with Silco. So what changed?” 

Finn chuckled to himself. “He didn’t tell you how the meeting went, did he?” 

“Ain’t my business what he wants from you; my job was just to get you there.” She said, “But if you got some insight for me, I’d greatly appreciate it.” 

Finn observed her closely, as if trying to decipher something in her expression. “You’re wasted on Silco, Pepper.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I mean it.” He said. “Silco sent you because he knows you’ll do what is necessary to get exactly what you want, even when it isn’t what he wants. I’m not worried you’re going to explode, or burn me down even if I take you down with me when you have nothing left to lose. That’s a temper tantrum compared to you.”

“Then what exactly am I to you?” Pepper asked. 

“A threat that I don’t have a defense for.” Finn answered uncharacteristically. “When you’ve decided I’m not worth keeping alive, you won’t show up at my establishment with oil and matches, or in my home with a gun or knife. You’ll convince my bodyguard to slit my throat at my desk, or my lover to poison me in my sleep. You’ll do it without money, or time, or hesitation. Because you convince people to trust you. At the end of the day, Silco can’t do that, because you’ve convinced him to trust you.” 

Pepper's heart near about stopped, but to the outside observer, she just chuckled in amusement. "Cute that you think you're so important to me." She said, "But between you and me, I couldn't care less if you dropped dead, ran guns, or killed Silco." 

"Then why work for him?" Finn asked. 

"Because Silco gives me what I want so long as I do my job, and do it well." Pepper answered easily. "If some idiot comes after my daughter, Silco takes it as an attack on his enterprise. If someone tries to short me, I can cry to daddy and he'll release the dogs. And when it comes to you, I don't even have to wait before he's ready to burn you down." 

"So why come to meet me?" Finn asked rightfully. 

"Finally asking the right questions, Finn." Pepper applauded. "I ain't gonna lie, taking up gun runnin' ain't the safest right now." 

Finn's confidence wavered into confusion. "You're warning me?" 

"You and I both know exactly why there's a vacuum in that there market." She supplied. "Silco don't want you to know, but we had a run-in with a certain creature." 

"She's dead." He immediately denied. "If not, she's hiding far away from Piltover." 

"Yeah, easy for you to say when her hook sword wasn't at your throat." 

"So Silco wants me to run guns because he thinks the creature will take me off the map?" He pieced together. 

Wrong puzzle, but those were the pieces he was given. As smart as Finn is, Pepper knew his kind too well. A fella like him would have fooled her ten years ago. In fact one did, but that man was as dead as Finn would be if he were any smarter. 

"Silco can't fight the creature on his own, and he wants you to be the first thing he throws at her." While technically true, it was easy to lead him where she wanted. "He don't care if you die doing it." 

“So why exactly are you here?” Finn asked again. 

“Because I know this meeting alone is putting you on the creature’s radar.” She explained, making Finn flinch and stand up. “I thought if I was sending her after you, then you oughta know what was coming.” 

He was furious standing there and staring her down, realizing that she’d played him easily. His choice to neutralize Pepper as a threat had left him exposed to an entirely different threat. Every person in the bar was a witness to their friendly meeting, leaving several people to corroborate to the creature that they had met.

“I suggest you defend yourself as best you can.” Pepper stood slowly. “And if you agree to run guns for us, we’ll defend you as best we can.”

“So you’re just going to threaten me into place?” 

“Sure. If you’re getting into place.” 

Finn took a deep breath to gather himself. “I don’t think I’ll be getting into any place you want me, Pepper.” He stated. “I’ll arm my operation, but you’re playing a dangerous game with the creature.” 

“I know, and honestly, I don’t even need this to be coherent.” Pepper admitted. “I just needed to make a mess.” 

As she was leaving the bar, a shadow caught her eye on the pipes above. The shadow was kind enough to stay and lock eyes with her. Minute would know Finn was here, but Pepper realized this was probably the worst thing that could have happened too soon. 

Pepper near about threw her gun down and gave up. “Shit on a biscuit.” She turned back into the bar to get Finn out of there. “Finn, where the fuck are your bodyguards?” 

“Why would I tell you?” He rightfully defended, but Pepper didn’t have time for this.

“Because I gotta know how long I’m gonna be responsible for keeping your dumbass alive, Finn.” She argued back. For a moment, Finn looked ready to argue again, but the door slammed open showing him exactly why Pepper was impatient. 

Minute wore the expressionless five-eyed mask. “Everyone out.” She commanded with the menacing voice modulator. 

“Hey, this isn’t a fighting ring!” The bartender yelled. “Take this outside.” 

“You too, barkeep.” Finn commanded, making the man behind the counter begrudgingly retreat out a back doorway. “Something you want to explain, Pepper?” 

“Not right now, but how long do I gotta keep you alive before it ain’t my problem no more?” 

Finn pulled a knife and maneuvered it with expert skill across his fingers. “I’ll be responsible for myself, sump rat.” 

"Sounds great, but right now I'm the only person in this building that don't want you dead, so we're gonna need to work together on this." 

"I'm not so sure you really do." Finn snapped, but Minute wasn't gonna wait for them to finish arguing. 

Pepper dodged her swing by just a second. When Finn tried to stab her side, but she was ready for his attack and shoved him back with force that could have knocked someone like Pepper out flat. 

Minute's attacks forced Pepper on the evasive, not even managing to defend herself. She caught just a moment wide enough for her to draw her gun. Only to be met with the hook of a sword forcing it out of her hand with a painful twist. 

Finn was on her in a second and nearly caught her with his blade. Minute hooked her sword around his knife and easily ripped it out of his hand. It didn't take long for her to take Finn out of the equation with a swift slam into one of the structural pillars, knocking him out. 

Pepper looked death in the face as the creature's mask turned to her. There wasn't a way out of this. Her gun was in some dark corner she couldn't find and Minute was fully intent on killing her here today. She was waiting for Pepper to go out alone. It seems Finn wasn't the only one that hadn't underestimated her. 

What wasn't expected was to hear the modified voice cry out in pain. 

"You are quite set on a poetic end to your life, Minute." Her body dropped to her knees, revealing Silco standing behind her with his old knife. "So intent on mimicking the life Vander lived. Is it because you love him that earnestly, or because you had no life at all before Vander?" 

Pepper could see that his words cut deeper into Minute than his knife had. 

"You don't know whether to be proud of what you've accomplished, or ashamed of how your neglect lost him." He deduced, as Minute was struggling to stop the bleeding. "Or perhaps you can see now that you're nothing without him? Are you even a person anymore, or are you back to being the filthy creature that stalks the shadows for the worst the undercity has to offer and turns in their heads for a bounty." 

Minute's labored breaths were picked up by her mask and distorted the sound, up until she forced the mask open so she could breath and look him in the eye. "I think… you're just angry that he loved me for every reason he ever hated you." 

Pepper had never seen so much rage rise in any man, let alone Silco. 

"Mita!" A much smaller voice covered by a mask screamed out. The child threw a grenade that immediately burst against the wall and sprayed a liquid directly onto Silco and Pepper. The liquid began crystalizing, forcing them to break the thin layer in order to move. 

By the time the mist had cleared and they had broken the mediocre restraint, Minute and the child were gone. Silco let out a defeated sigh, knowing they would definitely be seeing her again. 

"She's weak, we can find her." Pepper said. "She grew up in the sumps. She'll be heading for the heal-" 

"Just what exactly where you thinking, Pepper?" Silco snapped. He didn’t yell, but the vicious tone startled her. "Meeting with him alone, with the creature out looking for us, and without even suggesting that Sevika go with you? You must be trying to get yourself killed." 

"Slow your trains, Silco, I was doing my job." She defended. "I have to convince that lump of knocked out musclehead that he needs to believe that I'm acting out. I can't look to have your approval, and that means Sevika can't know either." 

"And yet, your brilliant solution is to meet him without backup when there's someone stalking out for us as if you are intent on getting yourself killed." Silco pointed out.

Pepper scoffed. "My methods are my business, Silco. As far as you are concerned, I do what I need to." 

"Not anymore, not like this." He commanded. 

"And just what makes you think you'll ever have that control over me?" She asked. 

"I don't want control, I want you to stay alive!" 

That was the loudest she'd ever heard him, and the initial shock was only answered with confusion. Pepper was an asset to him, right? 

However, there were far more pressing answers she needed. "How did you know Minute would be here?" 

Silco let out a long sigh. "Jinx followed you. I didn't know she was until she came running back saying that Minute was waiting for you outside the meeting place you'd gone to." 

Minute had likely done something similar, which would be how she had found them. The problem was which one of them was she following? Pepper or Finn? 

"I'll deal with that later. Right now, you need to get the hell out of here before the lump on the floor wakes up." She ordered. Silco didn't hesitate to do as she said, but he stomped off not unlike an angry child. 

Pepper gathered her gun and Finn's knife. "Finn? Wake up, dumbass." 

He was barely conscious, but somewhat coherent. "What? -did you… where is she?" 

"Stabbed and running." Pepper answered, handing him his knife. "And you are alive. You're welcome." 

Finn struggled to get up, but he pulled himself up into a chair. "Thanks." 

"You doing alright there?" 

Finn paused, rubbing his head, most definitely due to to concussion he'd just been dished. "She's after me for suspicion of taking up the weapon trade?" 

"If you do, I wouldn't have to sneak off to save your ass." Pepper offered. "Silco gets a gun runner, and you get all the protection he can give from the creature." 

He didn't answer right away, but Pepper knew not to interrupt him while he made this decision. 

"I'll… meet with him one more time." Finn agreed. 

[valentinoappreciator]

I will check out the quarry cuz... reasons

But first confirm this https://mywitchcultblr.tumblr.com/post/686728694764634112/just-a-meme-from-a-simple-silcos-simp-i-like

HELL YEAH PLEASE CHECK OUT THE QUARRY, IM LIKE, BEGGING 😭

BUT also that post is simply true. Silco just FITS in that venn diagram 😌

[ghoulofatook]

Book keeper/accountant finds herself on Silcos bad side as the result of a misunderstanding and he almost tortures and kills her. You know how it is, everyone makes mistakes.

Silco/femaleOC slow burn but it uses minimal name references (maybe like two?) so you can live your best life and read it as silco x reader because that's what we're here for people.

TW for violence, torture, drugging, abduction and hardcore simping.

You've been warned.

Framed by Betrayal

The room is suffocatingly small, the tiny office in the cellar of The Last Drop. The air here smells like all busy bars and nightclubs do. Cigarette smoke, spilled booze and ever so faintly of piss. The pungent scents permeate even into the cramped office in which you have done your best to create an oasis within this sea of debauchery.

Bass blooms and swells in rhythmic, oceanic waves, though you rarely notice the thrum anymore. It's almost a comfort now being so constant in your life.

You sit at your neat, ornate little office desk and the organised systems of paperwork flow through your fingers and your mind like silk. Smoothly flowing work, made easy by weeks of careful planning. You finally had things running smoothly.

Not like Ramsey. Fucking Ramsey, the thought of him has your pen sink deeper into the paper. He was your predecessor, the bar manager who came before you. While in some ways he left big boots to fill, you'd prefer to never fill the heavy concrete boots that now held him at the bottom of the murky, polluted junkpile that lay at the deep bottom of the River Pilt.

He was well loved by the patrons and staff though, which had made things hard for you. But since a bunch of shimmer greedy, glowstick lickers aren't exactly reliable or trustworthy staff, you'd managed to weed out the worst of them. Making you even less popular. Sevika had been particularly upset with you over a favorite bartender of hers but once she let go of your hair and you explained the blatent theft she simply snarled and pushed you away roughly into the wall. You could have sworn there was something in her, in that moment, that accidentally revealed a single granule of respect but it was so hard to know with her. She'd left you alone more since then and you greedily took that as proof enough of your suspicion. That and she was too big to really fit into your cramped office.

While never having had anything to do with the man other than him technically being your boss, you suspected Silco was less than pleased with you splitting Ramseys role into two jobs but your organisational systems seemed to be resolving a large variety of other problems for him so he didn't interfere. You'd made everything transparent and quantifiable and he seemed to appreciate that. The shimmer sold from behind the bar had its own till and was monitored and controlled. Whereas before Ramsey and the staff had operated on more of a "One for me, one for you" self help approach to the glowing vials of valuable shimmer, which only further endeared the staff to him of course.

While you may be less well liked, you don't mind so much, you appreciate solving problems more than impressing people.

As long as Silco continues to leave you alone and Sevika doesn't grab you by your braid again as far as you're concerned, everything will be alright.

The office door clicks open and cool air leaks in. Your office is in the cellar, next to the beer keg room, directly below the bar. Its unusually out of the way, so when you are interrupted like this it usually meant trouble.

Your eye flicked over quickly to the door slowly followed by a graceful turn of your head. Zaun had your reactions dialled into survival first and staunch posturing slowly, but closely second.

You eyeball Harker, your head barman cooly as you smirk at him and pointedly place your pen in its holder.

His attractive, cocky lean against the door didn't match the concern of his knitted brows. His long brown hair curtained his face with his movements. Closing and opening his expressions dramatically.

"Shcist never showed."

You look down and sigh. "Again?"

You like the kid but this was the third time in too many weeks. Damn. You look up searchingly into Harkers face. He tilted his head hiding behind his hair which told you everything you needed to know.

"Find a ~reliable~ replacement" you say turning back to your paperwork.

He hesitated for a beat and you could feel the air in the room thicken with something to be said.

"Is there anything else?" You look up again.

"You need to speak to the staff more Maya. They all think-"

"I'm a steel hearted bitch?"

"Look, your words, I just..." he sighed. "I don't want them to hate you."

You can't help but smile at his warm gesture. "I don't care if they hate me" you lie. "Why do you think I hired you? You're my people person. You're the face of the bar. You deal with the feelings and the people and I do this."

You gesture at your mountainous book keeping operation.

He sighs giving up and accepting your stubborn self imposed social exile. "Well, since you're such a busy, steel hearted bitch... you probably have no time for...knock off drinks?" He makes a comical drinking gesture to nail home the offer.

You can't help but smirk again. You hired the man for his charisma, he can subtly marionette the mood of a room full of people, which is important in the bar game. Maybe he was too good.

You grin and put down your pen.

"How can I resist."

~~~

The Last Drop never really closes. Not unless Silco orders it, but this was its quietest time.

You sit at the bar, laughing and undoing your long black braid, literally letting your hair down. It flows out behind you in long kinked waves under the fluorescent lights.

"The idiot is looking me in the eye, while he stands close and pisses right up against the bar, thinking I don't know exactly what he's bloody doing. So I give security ~the look~ and they pick him up, mid stream" you shake your head in disbelief nearly crying laughing. Harker is so damn good at telling stories. "And he sprays about five people as they lift him up and drag him out."

"Oh nooo" you laugh, fake gagging, sticking a finger in your mouth. "Eugh, I'm so grateful I wasn't front of house for that."

You sip your peated whiskey. It tastes like the smell of a healers room but you fucking love it for some reason. Antiseptic scent flavour sinking into your senses and calming your overworked nerves. You look down and smile at your drink in a rare moment of grattitude, you never do this. It's nice for a change.

Something shifts in the atmosphere and you momentarily curse yourself for ever having relaxed. You flick your eyes up to see Harker suddenly looking very serious and proffesional and busy. You poorly a stifle a snort at the sudden uncharacteristic change. It comes out as a jagged breath through your nose.

Then you see what's happening behind you in the mirror behind the top shelf bottles. They provide you with a covert view behind you. You see Silco and his entourage have just arrived. Seems like you almost kept the same hours. The presence in the room is heavy and stifling. Power and danger weaving through the air. Sevika quirks an eyebrow up and peels off from the main host to beeline for you. Fuck fuck fuck. You tense in anticipation and fear at her attention. Thankfully, the main host continues through to his office, a school of sharks elegantly cruising past. You thought you saw Silco pass a look in your direction and quickly decided you didn't. You'd never had any direct interactions with him and you'd never planned to. No news is good news where that was concerned.

Sevika sat so heavily into her chair you thought it might break under her. Thankfully the furniture was well made Zaunite quality you noted with pride, not pretty, Pilty, fragile shit.

She turned to you with a wide smirk that turned your guts into knots and smacked the bar twice in Harkers direction without looking at him.

While he rustled up a drink for her she holds your gaze curiously.

"You never come up here" she mused.

"It was quiet, I wanted a break."

She flicks her eyes over yours and quickly snatches at your glass in her massive hand and sniffed it.

"Whisky huh?"

"What you thought I'd drink sugar water?"

"I thought you'd drink just water" she laughs handing it back to you as Harker places a large stein of ale in front of her. She takes a big swig and as she gulps it down you notice dark blood dripping from her hairline.

You reach for it and she smoothly bats your hand away as if she has a sixth sense around her personal space, she snarls at you.

"You're bleeding." You state plainly.

"That's my job." She growls obviously and drinks deeper finishing the stein and smacking the bartop twice for another. Harker hops to work giving you a quick concerned look as only a co-worker can do. Sevika wasn't chatty with anyone, this was highly unusual.

You take a big swig of your drink, the previous relaxation and gratitude had come to a grinding halt and was now replaced with anxiety and discomfort. You start to braid your hair back into its single long line. Feeling silly for ever letting it out, somehow it had left you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Sevika drank beside you in silence as you braided it and then went back to drinking.

You suddenly feel increasingly tired and yawn. Maybe time to go back to the office for a snooze in the chair you muse through the haziness of good booze. Your head is swimming suddenly, your thoughts turn to confusion and mush. What was it you were doing? No matter... first you just need to rest your head on the counter because it's far too heavy. The Last thing you see is Sevika smirking at you.

~~~

You wake up to violent pain in your stomach. It makes you cry out ungracefully spittle flying halfway out of your mouth and catching on your chin. You pant with the wrenching, twisting agony of it. Eyes scrunched tightly closed.

You feel your wrists first, the pain of them, sharp rope and cool steel press against them. The smell of cool concrete and meat fill your nose. Your feet swing below and just touch the ground in one small space if you stretch to reach.

You finally open your eyes to see what nightmare this was. Sevika is facing away from you. It must have been her that punched you in the stomach. You're hanging on a meathook in some kind of industrial butchering line. Carcasses hang on hooks attached to a central rail in the ceiling. On the floor below you is a simple brick standing up vertically giving you barely one foot wide to balance precariously on. If you fuck up in any way it will fall over and your weak, lithe arms will bear all your weight.

Panic grips you. Why was this happening? You knew that you worked for dangerous people but... you figured if you did everything correctly they would appreciate it and leave you alone. Sevika turned to you now

"Finally, I can't believe I had to wake her up..." she mumbled.

Your brows furrow, you don't get alot of sleep. Exhausted and drugged probably meant your body took as long as it could while it had the chance. The bitch had drugged you.

You try to calm your ragged, panicked breathing.

"What is this" You try to sound calm but fear blatantly stains your conviction.

Sevika doesn't bother replying, she just sneers at you knowingly. You wonder what she knows, because you don't have a fucking clue what any of this is about. You're not dumb enough to fuck with your murderous employers.

"Is this my reward for trying to fix Ramseys fucking mess" You bark frantically, starting to crumble. You're ashamed it's happening so quickly. You always saw yourself as stronger than this.

Foot steps fill the room. Clean, crisp, confident footsteps in a calculated stroll. The taste of metal pangs in your mouth as fear churns in your chest. The footfalls are cool, and unhurried. They come from behind you and as your skin pales and prickles and adrenaline pours into you.

You know exactly who it is.

Silco.

He's silent as he stops behind you. You tense in frozen terror and try to remember how to breathe. Attempting to keep your trembling fear internal and maintain your balance on the torturous brick. Grateful to keep your jeans and shirt on for this humiliating exposure and vulnerability. At least it wasn't unessecarily tasteless.

The clink of a lighter breaks your racing thoughts. It's so silent that you can hear the miniscule crackling in the embers of the cigar being lit before you feel the smoke blown towards you. The smell is so all engulfing you have to force yourself to resist the urge to writhe pathetically to escape it.

"Amaya isn't it?" The voice says smoothly, as if you were seated across from each other over a cup of fucking tea.

Another violent blow to the stomach. Gods, Sevika is viciously strong you think to yourself as you gag on the sensation the brick somehow still remaining beneath you.

"Yes, it is" you say. Sevika scowls and takes a hurried step towards you and you quickly add "Sir" which promptly halts her fist from a third assault on your midsection.

By watching her face and body language you get the idea Silco has waved her off and she strides off behind you somewhere peaking your anxiety. You realize have no idea how many people are actually in the room. Your shoulders hunch as you decide it doesn't matter, you're probably dead anyway.

You hear a gentle tapping sound that must be Silco ashing his cigar.

"Your paperwork systems have been an impeccable upgrade to my reporting." The gravel in his low cool voice settles in your lower spine. You feel a pang of pride and get mad at yourself for it. His slow footsteps curl around closer to you and you feel your braid lift away from your back slightly.

"So you can't imagine my disappointment" the braid is suddenly wrenched violently back so forcefully that the nerves in your neck pinch in white hot pain and you can't withhold the whimper that whistles through your teeth into the cold, refrigerated air.

Another pause as the stars in your eyes fade and the pain settles. You realise, insulted, that he must be taking another drag on his cigar. He releases the braid and your head lilts forward facing the industrial concrete floor and cruel brick that you struggle not to knock over.

You feel the smoke on the back of your neck. It sends involuntary shivers of fear through you, he's good at this you think to yourself. He's playing you like a violin. Calculated doses of fear and punishment. Anticipation... an orchestra of suffering, elegant and terrible.

"When I hear what you've been doing." He continues walking slowly around in front of you. You keep you eyes down, thick locks of hair that escaped your rushed braid hanging down across your vision. The tailored pants and metal tipped, well polished shoes stop directly in front of you. Fear and despair roil within you. You feel him looming over you just now realising how tall he is even with you strung up off the ground. But then again, you were never tall.

You see the hand at the last second and flinch as it firmly grabs your chin lifting it up to face him. You keep your eyes lowered, trembling gently.

"Look at me" There was no room to disobey that smooth calm voice.

You dragged your eyes up into the glacial frozen blue and the dead orange and black fire of his eyes. He must be able to feel you trembling. The rage in his deceptive demeanour is palpable. His hands are cool and ... surprisingly rough against the soft skin of your face.

Then his gaze shifts slightly to something you can't quite place as he seemingly looks deeper into your being. His head tilts ever so slightly to the left, a great beast observing curious prey. His face is so close to yours you're hardly breathing.

"It's not you" he says eyes dart swiftly over your features while scanning your face, reading you like a book. He slowly let's go of your chin but doesn't break eye contact. You stare at each other for a disconected moment in time before he turns away to take another thoughtful drag of his cigar.

"Cut her down." he says calmly.

"What!?" blurts Sevika from somewhere behind you.

"Now." he growls, tone laced with threat.

He takes a few more steps away while rough hands lift you up like you're weightless and slide your rope bindings off of the violent steel meathook above.

You're dropped unceremoniously on the ground. You collapse in a heap and the brick finally falls over with an insulting clink. You gasp for air, painfully winded.

"It's not her" Silco says, eyes far away as he tries to solve the immediate problem.

"Bring her back with us" he gestures with an elegant hand movement and murmers deep in thought.

Sevika grumbles and once again leans down and roughly cuts your hands and feet free. She starts walking away.

You struggle to get up, stiff and aching and unsure how you're still alive. You stagger and laugh gently to yourself in unhinged disbelief. You limp out after them into the cool murky air as Sevika snarls at you to keep up.

~~~

As you near the last drop Sevika beckons over some security goons from a nearby alleyway. You're impressed with her diligence to have such a broad watch system then you realised it made sense. She must have people absolutley everywhere in Zaun.

You curse yourself when you realise you weren't paying attention to what she said to them when she leaves to trail Silco inside the bar and the goons grab you by the arm and escort you away elsewhere.

They take you firmly but not roughly around the street and into a building around the other side of the nightclub. It looks like some kind of tired shop front. Every item on the shelves is covered in a thick layer of dust. You walked into the back past a bored shopkeep who doesn't spare us a glance over their book. You curl down spiralling stairs into a service tunnel and you finally realised this is a secret back entrance into the club. Winding up some more stairs into a hallway of doors, opening one and gesturing you inside. The network of tunnels is busy with people hauling what could only be shimmer, weapons and other valuable, dangerous goods throughout the sprawling spiderweb of Zaun.

It looked like some kind of sad prison...

There was an old bed, a bedside table a... chamber pot. You turned back to the gaurd, "What am I supposed to do?"

He just turned to the other and shrugged at you. "Relax" he drolled in a deep guttural voice and smirked at you. "We'll be right here if you need any..." he looked you up and down. "...help with that." He offered, eyes glinting with the promise of mischief.

You set your face hard and held your breathing steady, willing your face not to blush. "So sweet of you." You reply sarcastically and close the door in his face. They roar with laughter from the other side of the door. You realise he may take that as flirting but you can't deal with that right now and push it our if your mind.

You lay on the bed facing the wall willing your racing mind to clear. Your aching body and sore stomach nagging at you. In particular your neck and wrists. Despite all this, you do eventually fall asleep. The massive near death adrenalin dump having left you exhausted.

You wake up to the smell of food on the little table. Some meat stew, bread and a jug of water. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and go to the table sitting on the stool beside it to eat. It was strangely easy to accept this experience. You knew what it was to adapt and overcome. Digging your heels in against reality just got folk dead down here. Zaunites were borne of resilience and innovation under extreme pressure. You weren't the hardest street rat and you felt self conscious about the undeniable softness and warmth within you. You sometimes feared that it would get you killed. Maybe every Zaunite secretly harboured that internal war with their humanity.

As you chewed thoughfully on the hard crusty bread the door burst violently open.

Twisting with the support of one arm you see Sevika stroll in and comfortably sit on the bed.

"How's the stew?" She said absently and you wondered to yourself if this was her version of an apology while you finished the mouthful.

"The fuck is happening." You say one hundred percent done with pretence and take another rough bite of bread, chewing unrushed, patiently waiting for a response.

She sneers in a confusion of delight, anger and humour.

"Someone's knocking off your bar shimmer."

You shake your head wearily swallowing another coarse mouthful and take a sip of water before responding.

"Not possible, I take inventory. It's all accounted for."

She sighs, "Well we know that now, Silco went through your paperwork personally."

You imagined him sitting in the privacy of your office. Your oasis, his long fingered hands on your desk.

"Bit late to make sure now don't you think." You hiss vehemently shooting her a sharp glare. She glares back,

"You're the bar manager, you should know what the fuck is happening in ~your~ fucking bar."

You look up at her defiantly, under furious brows. "I share the role, I do the paperwork, he does the people..." you trailed off realization crashing around you like cold water filling the room. You exhale sinking into yourself.

Sevika eyes you carefully.

"Harker?" she says simply.

"I don't kno-" You start carefully before she cuts you off.

"-But he was your first thought right?" She cocks an eyebrow at you.

You nod unable to deny it but fearful for him if you're wrong.

"The first thought is instinct. Always trust your gut" she says slapping hers.

"Don't feel too bad for him" she says standing. "He set you up."

Your eyes fly up to her face in furious shock.

"What!?"

"He fudged your inventory paperwork so that it lead us straight to you." Your skin crawls at the implication.

"We're letting him think that we killed you." She finishes. The frank lack of sensitivity there shouldn't surprise you.

You stare at the floor feeling nothing but firey rage at your betrayal. And rage at yourself for letting it happen.

"Normally we would have dealt with him already, but we suspect there's a few other rats sniffing around the cheese." She mused out loud scratching her shoulder absently.

"Can I help?" You ask dark gaze piercing hers.

"With what part" she huffs looking at you as if you must be joking.

"I... I don't know but... if I let my poor judgement cause this, I want to make up for it." You flounder half out of vengeance and half out of self preservation. If Harker was found responsible it could still cost you your skin.

She looks down at you, her brows furrow slowly as she thinks it over.

"Maybe we can find some use for you in the meantime."

You toss the last bit of bread back on to the plate as the door shuts behind Sevika. You're not hungry anymore.

~~~

Continue to part 2

[crimedaddysimp]

This is chapter 4 of :A SIMPLE TOUCH

Summary: It starts off as just a job. You meet, you please him, you leave. You never thought that it would turn in to something so much more.

Silco/fem reader

NSFW I REPEAT NSFW

okso, Jason Spisak, the voice actor of Silco, has a live stream on his YouTube of a art signing and IN IT there is a part where a fan requested him to say something spicy and HE SURE DID. I couldn't help but put the line into this chapter it was so good. So I hope you enjoy this one. More to come.

The line was "Come here, and kneel."

SIMP AWAY WHORES! and please leave me a heart if you like the read x

Sevika said nothing this time as you reached the door at the end of the hall. She simply knocked, turned, and walked away without a glance at you. Leaving you standing there all nerves and a bit stunned. Shifting a bit on your feet you hear heavy foot steps approach on the other side, and the door swings open.

Heart immediately in your throat. You meant to show composure. To show him he didn't phase you, hadn't effected you like he did, but it was useless. As soon as you caught his burning eyes your breath hitched and you felt a heat flush your cheeks and had to steady yourself. Gods, this man. What was it about him that turned you to putty. Even after treating you so poorly.

"Sir." you said lowly giving a slight nod.

He said nothing but looked you over. Feeling the burn if his eyes on you made you stiffen a bit, hopefully he didn't notice. With a small gesture of his hand he beckoned you in. You slowly walked past and tried to remember yourself. Walking to the middle of the room you stopped and heard him close the door. A slight turn of your head and you saw him walk up and then past you and move over to his desk.

You made yourself remember the last incounter. The way he treated you. Rude, cold. You wanted to be angry and in control. It was normally your job to entrance and entice, not the other way around. Not to a cold, sour man like this. You watch him slightly turn toward you with a single hand on his desk and suddenly he speaks.

"Come here, and kneel." he says lowly. Turning fully toward you, eyes burning.

You are utterly shocked. Remembering how he sent you off so dismissively, so angrily and cold last time, you couldn't believe what you just heard.

You were still angry at him. The way he had treated you was not what you were use too. Not what you allowed from any other client, but again this was Silco. Not a regular client what so ever, but this was your job. A job you couldn't afford to fuck up. So begrudgently you gathered yourself, put on your act, and slowly walked over to stand right in front of him. As sultry as you could.

You flashed your eyes onto his and a heat rose suddenly in you as he locked his onto yours, you trembled slightly but took a small breath and continued, you went to kneel but before you could his hand came up and fingers lightly caught your chin making you stare right back into his eyes. Blue one freezing and then orange black setting you ablaze.

"I couldn't get that little mouth of yours out of my head this week." he spoke in a deep tone. Articulating each word. Slightly annoyed sounding. His voice tremorred through you. Being so close to his face and person the smell of cigars and his cologne filled your nose and your eyelids fluttered.

"It disrupted my work." he cut. Eyes narrowing onto yours then flicking down to your mouth. His thumb then ever so lightly brushed your lips and you couldn't help but give a small gasp at the sensation. Your lips parted.

He suddenly hooked his thumb into your mouth and lightly swirls it on your tounge. Fingers wrapped around your cheek and instantly you found yourself closing your mouth around it and sucked lightly with a small moan.

You rase your hand and lightly grip his wrist and tug his thumb back out and lick your lips. Gaze up at him and decided to speak.

"I am at your pleasure, sir." you repeat from last time, voice dripping as sweetly as you could make it. You knew exactly what you were doing. You meant to make this time go better than the last. You needed this to work in your favor. Angry feelings aside. You refused to make it go sour again. For your jobs sake.

He hummed and pulled his hand away and leaned back. Steadying himself. Hands at his sides resting them back a bit on his desk. You took this movement as permission to continue. You started to kneel.

Once settled comfortably you reached around with both hands and lightly grabbed the backs of his knees. Twisting them slowly forward and sliding up his thighs gripping him here and there as you slide up his hips, making sure to graze past his bulge to tease him and then further up his stomach, to his lower chest and back down again. Resting near his belt.

You glance up at him and noticed his jaw clenching. Eyes following your hands and then flicked to your face. Heat radiating from them. You held his gaze as you rubbed his bulge fully and felt him stiffen under your touch. A light breath escaped his lips and you smirked up at him.

At this you undid his buckle, then his trousers. Quickly noticing how hard he had become. As you went to pull him out a small huff left his mouth at the touch and you revelled at the reaction. Fully pulled out you marveled at the sight of him. Indeed a perfect cock. Remembering the taste of him set your mouth to water yet again just like last time.

You licked your lips and looked up at him. A look of pure need across his face. Stunning you at how much you enjoyed it.

"Go on." he ordered, and you obliged.

You slowly flicked your tongue across his tip and noticed he huffed out another small breath. You swirl over it a few times before taking it into your mouth. Wrapping your lips around him and sucked lightly, a hiss leaving his mouth this time.

To tease him you pulled back and he popped out of your mouth, you open and stick your tongue out flattening it. You then licked and slide side to side under his tip and part of his length then suddenly bobed forward and slid down half of him wrapping your lips around him and sucked.

"uh.." he breathlessly groaned out.

As you bobbed up and down both your hands were grasping his hips lightly, you gave them a squeeze and he bucked into your mouth slightly, making him go deeper and you couldn't help but moan onto him. Shifting a bit on your knees.

You quicken your pace, and found yourself loving the taste of him. Greedily wanting to get as much reaction out of him as you could. He hardly spoke or touched you and it was getting to you. You wanted him to react. To grab your hair like last time.

He was however breathing heavily at your actions now, and this pleased you. You worked more and more at him till suddenly you felt him shudder.

"Stop" he cut. Voice sounding haggard and heavy like gravel.

This surprised you but you did as was told and slowly stopped, and pulled off of him. You hazily looked up at him, spit running down your chin slightly and you wiped it with your fingers.

"Get up." he breathed low. Looking down at you with a dark fire in his eyes.

You rose to your feet. Slightly nervous now for the last time he told you to 'get up', it was to make you leave in an angry haste. You thought it was going well again but perhaps you did something wrong? You bit your bottom lip and waited for him to speak.

Suddenly he grabbed your hips and swung you around, rotating your bodies so that you were now against the desk and he faced you. The quick movement and sensation of him finally touching you made you audibly gasp out.

"Turn around." he huskily ordered.

Surprised and panting a bit, it took you a minute to register the demand but you did so. Turning slowly around and faced the desk. Heat rising in your face and pulse quickening.

You actually yelpped and the sudden sensation of his fingers touching your lower back. The dress you had on was the one from before. A dark emerald velvet green that reached the floor. It had thin gold chains for the straps and a plunging back.

His hand flatted now on your lower back. It burned. He gently pushed you forward till you found yourself face down and pressed against the desk. Arms bent and hands at either side of your face. Your heart raced at the simple touch and you found yourself whining as he drew back his hand. Touch from him was so rare.

You heard him shift and chanced a look back and saw he was kneeling. You gasped again at the feel of both his hands gripping the bottom of your dress brushing on your ankles. Slowly, and fingers dragging your legs, he rose, lifting your dress in his hands with him.

You couldn't help the slow moan that escaped your mouth as he dragged your dress slowly up your thighs, fingers digging into your skin hot the whole way. He had hardly touched you this whole time and you started to tremble.

You felt him push the dress up and over your ass and instantly you arched it up. Craving more touch. Feeling your self get wet you wriggled a bit at the cool air hitting your now soaked panties. Black thin lace.

He didn't say a word as you felt him hook both his thumbs to ether side of your panties and start to tug down. Stopping just below your ass. You moaned again. You couldn't believe how badly you wanted this man to fuck you at this moment. To touch you even more. You felt yourself tremble again.

It never came. A moment passed and nothing happend. You took another chance to look back at him and found him standing there just staring at you. Eyes burning onto your wet open cunt. You grunted a whine out.

He looked at you then. Caught your eyes in his. The look of a pure feral animal stared back at you. You revelled in it. Hoping he would play the need you saw on his face out, but then something unexpected happened.

He rose a hand to his mouth and spat into it. Then turned his gaze back onto your throbbing cunt, and reached down and starting to touch himself. Rubbing up and down the length of himself slowly at first, then quickened his pace.

Your mouth agap, you just lay there and watch as he pleasures himself. Panting. Breath ragged as he reached ever closer to finishing. With a quick movement he stepped forward and slammed his free hand down next to you on the desk. Making you yelp again. He was closer to you now, but still not touching you.

"Oh Gods," he shuttered a moan out and you suddenly felt a hot wet heat hit your asscheek and drip down onto your cunt. Panting and gasping for air you let out a few whining moans at the sensation. Cllenching yourself so hard you thought you'd burst on your own.

He stayed hunched over you for a moment and the both of you just panted and ragged. After another moment you felt him rise up and move back. He wavered a bit then started to round the desk to it's front. You still bent over it trying to recover from what just happened.

You heard him open a drawer and then shut it and he walk back over to where you were. You heard him hum and looked back. A satisfied smirk across his face and a cloth in hand. He cleaned himself with one side then reached out and cleaned you. making sure to get into the folds of you. You gasped out a bit at the feeling but let him.

Then you felt him tug at your panties, pulling them back into place. He reached out and pulled your dress down, letting it fall to the floor. All back in place. You shook as he did so.

Again he rounded the desk and with a sigh slumped into his chair. You slowly rose up off the desk at this point. Trying to straighten yourself out and gather yourself as best you could. You watch him reach into a wooden box on his desk and pull out a cigar and cutter, and snip the end off, lite it, and took a sizable drag then slowly sighed it out. Smoke swirling all around him in the air.

He finally looked up at you.

"I have to work." he coldly said, and took another puff of cigar.

You couldn't help but scoff at the shock. Anger bubbling up as you suddenly remembered the man you were dealing with. What a cruel bastard.

"Right." you cut.

Taking a moment to gather yourself once more. Making sure you were all put back together. You turned on your heels and headed for the door. Trying to hide how furious you were.

"I'll.." he started and you stopped in your tracks. Frozen.

"I'll call on you again, perhaps."

You turn around and looked at him wide eyed, but then composed yourself. A small smile formed and you bobed your head down in a nod at him.

"Sir."

Then turned and walked out the door. This time gently closing it behind you.

[lemonemlyn]

„You need anything before I leave?”

“Don’t,” His eye rolled open to look at you with a foreign kind of desperation, “Don’t leave.”

Little something for amazing Chicken Parm and their fic „Come morning”

Which you can find 👉🏻here👈�� and ✨here✨ and you can also check the Master List and since you are there, you can also spam their inbox saying something nice💛

P.s.: it’s Readers hand! (Not Jinx!) Click open for better resolution☺️

[brainrot-buffet]

Powder gets everyone to play Genshin with her

Powder and Ekko get into Genshin and convert everyone they know into players. Just all of them being happy while playing video games (,,,UwU,,,)

Characters: Powder, Ekko, Vi, Claggor, Mylo, Silco

Notes: Fluff and happiness :)

One day, Ekko found out about a new game coming out called Genshin Impact

He immediately told Powder about it because he knows she’s into anime and fantasy games

Right when the game released, both of them got hooked and have been playing ever since

Powder’s a Klee main simply because they share an aesthetic for bombs and explosives; She only pulls for characters she forms an emotional attachment to and doesn’t care how much damage they deal

Ekko doesn’t really have a main as he makes it a goal to collect and make the best builds for characters that come out, and testing out team comps; The character that RARELY leaves his team, however, is Kazuha

Based on their mains, Powder would love a Pyro vision while Ekko loves Anemo visions; Powder also thinks a Cryo vision would work for her as well

Fast forward to present day

Powder has been begging her older siblings to try the game AT LEAST ONCE for months now; They usually say they can’t because they’re too busy with work or school

Eventually, Vi gives in right when she finally finds an opportunity to spend more time with Powder

She’s a casual player, her favorite quests are when she gets to beat the shit out of mobs and bosses; When she’s out of resin, she just farms mobs

In co-op, she’ll always be down to fight stuff for people at lower ranks or just to flex her skills

Vi: *sees an Inazuma wolf* I’m gonna kill it.

Powder: But Vi we don’t have a healer and you’re on 40 HP-

Vi: I’m gonna kill it.

Powder: The quest is this way-

Vi: *sprints to the mob* DIE DIE DIE DIE

Waifus were what made Vi stay with the game for this long

She's a hardcore Beidou main and simps for Eula; Loves claymore users and Electro visions

Would really love if they added gauntlets as a new weapon if they could

Claggor sees both of them playing and decides to give it a try

He doesn’t play much but he jumps onto the server whenever he’s not busy, or when Powder wants him to join her world

Is a Noelle main from Day 1; Takes time to invest in her build to the point that he’s become super reliable during co-ops

Prefers using support characters as opposed to DPSs; He’s got an amazingly built Bennett and Xingqiu

His favorite element is Geo :)

Everyone would be dead and Claggor would solo the mobs/bosses for them; Vi, Powder, and Ekko cheer him on as his Noelle defeats the annoying giant wolf lord

The best thing about Claggor playing Genshin is that he's a MOBILE PLAYER

He has NO PROBLEMS using archers on his phone and humbly flexes the amazing control he has with just his thumbs

Mylo just watches from the side whenever they all get together to play Genshin at Vander’s apartment; They’d all offer him to try the game, but just scoffs and says he doesn’t wanna get caught “playing a game for weebs”

He’ll never admit it, but Mylo secretly feels left out; That’s why he acts so bitter whenever they talk about Genshin

All it takes is Powder saying he’s probably too scared to play cuz they’d be better than him, and a salty Mylo finally downloads the game on his laptop

He gets addicted

He jumped from Rank 5 to Rank 38 in a span of a few weeks

Speedruns quests and new areas to the point that he saw a yellow traffic sign and thought it was a Geoculous; Sees high ledges and instincts tell him he can glide down from it

Mylo’s a HUGE meta chaser and gets super competitive about it; Regularly flexes his builds in co-ops and makes fun of Powder for being a Klee main

He always rubs it in her face whenever he scores 200k damage or more; They both challenge each other to see who can get all the stars in Spiral Abyss whenever a new cycle starts

Mylo rolls and invests in DPSs and goes after anyone who can do big damage; Mains Eula (his highest damage dealer) and Arataki Itto (his favorite character so far)

When asked what his favorite element to use is / what type of vision he'd want if he was a Genshin character, he says it would be Pyro

He was SO devastated when he lost the 50/50 rolling for Ganyu’s first banner so he’s saving everything he can for her rerun; Got SO salty when Powder got her within her first 10-pull; She ground his gears even more when she built her as a support and stuck with Klee as her main damage dealer

He goes toe-to-toe with Ekko in terms of scoring the highest damage numbers; They're both good at planning out their team comps and they grind for artifacts NONSTOP

All in all, Genshin Night at Vander's is very chaotic and loud, especially when everyone stays up for a big update or banner drop

BONUS:

(Inspired by the CUTEST Jinx and Silco fanart)

In her effort to co-op with ANYONE whenever Ekko's busy, Powder got Silco into Genshin

The English teacher heard of the game being talked about in his classes and downloaded it, with Powder excitedly volunteering to show him how the game works

At first, he was like a very confused old man trying to navigate "new gadgetry"; Was very scared when he encountered his first hilichurl

On the last day before winter break, the kids got Silco to screenshare his laptop to the classroom's TV so they could watch him playing Genshin

The kids expected him to be shit at the game, watching as he cycled attacks through his team comp while fighting a boss

Then, Silco busted out his Level 90 Zhongli and used his ult, bringing down a giant meteor that did over 150k damage, ONE-SHOTTING the boss

The whole room of 7th graders went APESHIT

Gamer Girl Silco is a fond memory that goes down in the legacy of Zaun Southern High

[lemonemlyn]

Hear me out, I have zero regrets

Help local fashionista Silco choose the best look for the council meeting to finally convince them to give him his Nation of Zaun 💛🕺🏻

This was kind of an exercise, I took a limited amount of time to make these, since lately I tend to spend more time on certain things, so these are not fully rendered or anything close 🫠👌🏻

Have another piece in the making and now I need to draw rocks 🪨, I don’t like drawing rocks😒, so I took a little break and what could be a better break than a booby Silco break?

(btw this is an old twt trend and I needed an excuse for this, so different flavours of Silco are mine and the meme itself is from another artist 👩🏼‍🎨 you can find the original empty blank on twt -> search for @‘druzsea)

[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💛)

[lemonemlyn]

Take it. Shimmer, we have the Power now

The King of Zaun himself has a present for you👀 and he only looks at you💛

This one was for his LoR card, since he still doesn’t have one 😤 (will post separately with the description)

[lemonemlyn]

Underboob Silco is an absolute power move

Hello, lovely anonymous:)

Thanks you!💛 I think he has a bit of a vampire vibe there🧛🏻let me elaborate on this idea:

(FYI This one is based on the sketch from Silco shirt cut meme)

[a-gal-with-taste]

Gal Masterlist - Silco

Masterlist of all Silco fics on my blog, my shrine of simping and thirst, complied into one post that took me WAY too long to make.

May expand to other characters if requested. Each fic has it's own warning-list, and reminder that this blog is 18+ only, Minors DNI

Unless otherwise stated, fics are Silco/Reader material

[Updated Feb. 23, 2022]

A03 | Kofi | Requests: Open | Taglist

Multi-Parters

Timer (Ongoing)

In the color of their eyes, there is a set of numbers on wrists that are counting down the days, hours, minutes, and seconds to when you will meet your soulmate.

Pretend (Ongoing)

After being tailed one-too-many blocks, you duck into the first bar you find and grab the most-sober looking man in the room to do a bit of acting. You find, it might have been a more dangerous gamble than you'd ever intended...

Of Zaun (TBC)

Future Multi-Chapter

Of Opposites (Hiatus)

But your racing, panicking mind just can’t seem to shake the idea of it, a part of you musing coldly, clinically at the idea of just… letting it happen. Letting the Eye of Zaun simply stay down in this flooded basement. Letting Silco drown.

Flawless (Comp.) (All Parts NSFW)

The first time you ever said it, it was his 17th time visiting you.

Goodreads (Comp.)

You walk into the Undercity’s most famous club, and an hour in, immediately sneak off to go immerse yourself in the book you brought. The stranger that joins you at the bar-counter, takes an interest.

Tired (Ongoing)

It's too late (early, probably) to be getting chewed out like this. Your fist is still stinging from last nights' job, you need a shower, you still have no idea how to navigate your complex emotions for this man, and worse of all: You're tired.

Alt. Timer (AU of Timer | Hiatus)

In which timers are allowed to reach zero.

Lucky (Ongoing) (Part 2 NSFW)

You admired him. Then you became infatuated with him. You don't know if you call what you feel now love, but it made the mental image of you and him rather painful, in knowing that now it could never be. Not after this, not with that book in his hands... so maybe it was something close to it.

The Perfect Fit (Comp.) (Part 4 NSFW)

Once upon a time, a Son of Zaun peers into the window of a tailor shop. The tailor's apprentice comes outside to join him.

Yours, or Mine? (Comp.)

The aftermath of a one-night with a young Son of Zaun.

Royal-Flush (Comp.) (Part 2 NSFW)

Another thrill creeps up your spine. Any complaints of the chill goes out the window under the heat of his gaze watching you, as you reach down and hook fingers on the hem of your pants. A new kind of game has begun.

Oneshots

His Colors

From The Past

Jealousy, Jealousy

Old Ghosts

Fishbowl

Well Hello

Together

Sweet

Are We?

Nice Things

"They won't let me."

Enunciate (NSFW)

"Go back to Sleep."

Terror (NSFW)

Echoings (NSFW)

Something Special (NSFW)

Special Something (NSFW)

Second the Motion (NSFW)

Gala of '81 (NSFW)

Caller Not Available (NSFW)

Fond Farewell (NSFW)

I Don't Like This Song (NSFW)

Musical Appreciation (NSFW)

Requests

Protective Silco w/Apologizing Reader

"Charming" young Silco First-Meet

Physical-Affection w/young Silco

Injured Reader + Protective Silco

New Years w/Silco and Jinx

Drunk!Reader calling Silco a silver-fox

Soulmate AU + Piltover!Reader x young Silco

Reader with New Haircut + young Silco

Reader speaking different language

"As the World Caves in" + Reader Death

Mom!Reader Saving Jinx + Couch-Sleeping Silco

One That Got Away + mining kids Reader & Silco

Childhood Savior/Crush + Reunion as Adults

Singer!Reader w/young Vander & Silco

Partner in Crime with Silco

Young Silco/Reader + breeding kink (NSFW)

Young Jealous Silco

Reader accidentally saying "I Love You"

Reader on a Leash (NSFW)

Analysis & Stuff

Screenshot Collection | 1 2 3 4

Silco & Jayce Negotiation Scene

Silco's Gang Reaction to Powder/Jinx

Quotes/Opinion on how to write Relationships

Gushing about Favorite Silco Screenshots

"No seriously, I've never watched Arcane."

Silco and Independent/Dependent Partners

Silco Expression, "The Nation of Zaun."

[a-gal-with-taste]

Terror (NSFW)

Summary: On one hand, Silco imagines that he should be terrified of the power she holds over him - he is not one to give up control, nor power. But she has a certain way, of so effortlessly bringing out a side to him that he never even expected to exist, that he can't mind. Not what it devastates him so, and never makes him feel so alive.

A/N: Too many of you asked for a sequel to this, and I caved. Your welcome, you thirsty daisies.

NSFW|MDNI; Silco POV, rough-sex, p in v, fingering, marking, posessive/breeding kink, internal monologue, if you think Silco TALKS a lot, wait until you see his internal simping in 'action'...

Weakness, falliblity. And need.

How she pulls it out of him so easily, so simply with her actions or even just her presence, he doesn't know. On one hand, Silco imagines that he should be terrified of the power she holds over him - he is not one to give up control, nor power. Can't be, not in this life, not when he has so much to lose, and has already lost so, so much.

And in a way, he is fearful of her. For the moment she steps in, locks the office door, and leans back against it to simply gaze on him with hooded eyes...

Silco fears indeed, that he'll never get this report done.

"I want you." Not a surprise, there didn't seem to be a time where you didn't. He tells you as such, and the laugh hovers lazily in the air at his dry tone. A false-front, you both know it well, but you're still amused. Tilting your head to the side, slowly trailing your gaze over him.

"...I want you, Silco." And there it is, that first thrill up his spine, just from a handful of syllables. And a gaze that never stops piercing him in place, even as his wrist roves over the paper before him, pen in hand. Still smooth, still moving with the grace of a man concentrate and calm. Even though for you, he is anything but.

The ballpoint lifting and falling with every new stroke, is just-slightly offbeat to the sound of your steps.

"Want your arms around me, Sil." If the man takes his eyes off of you for a second, you are already in a position to end him. Now is no different, but you only wrap your arms around his shoulders, knuckles brushing along his sharp jaw as you half-sit on his unused armrest. "Do you now?"

Silco's tone is impassive. You know better, and the hand slinking down to rub a palm along his vested-chest is proof of it. And you grin lowly. "I want your mouth too, love." You use your own then, leaning down to press an impossible warmth to his hairline. A trail it becomes, and he's thankful you've started on the scarred side, so you don't see his other one close as he inhales deeply.

It's no use, you know his weakness, and are using it to your full advantage.

This is proven as your hands coaxs up to cart through hair, and your lips drag from his cheekbone to his ear. Teeth grazing on a lobe as you breathed, "I want you inside me, Silco."

Pen is slowly lowered onto the paper but Silco can hardly call that a show of control, or restraint. Not when you might as well have him by the throat, even though your hands are impossibly gentle. Nails tracing at his scalp, your palm over his shoulder to caress through far, far too many layers, as you rub over his heart... your actions are nothing short of that of a lover, but you bring him to his knees with them all the same.

Still, Silco tries not to collapse under your touch. He will, eventually, but he'd like to attempt to stay balanced even behind closed doors. He's unsure if you'd ever allow him to come back up, otherwise.

"That's quite a lot you are asking for," He murmurs lowly, a chuckle gliding straight into his ear at his next remark. "Perhaps you've gotten greedy."

"You call me, greedy?"

"Considering you have yet to tell me what you offer in return, yes."

Another laugh, and almost sweetly, "Oh, Silco..."

Demolition is in sight, but he still reaches up, gripping your wrist and halting your fingers in his hair. You chuckle still, even as he does not release your hand, and turns so your noses brush, eyes apart with such a slim space of air between them. Caught under eyes full of such bemusment, Silco needs to take a silent breath to steady himself.

Because you know exactly what kind of hold you have on him, even if the one he has on yours tightens slightly, at his question, "What do I get out of it?"

Showing no mercy, your smile widens.

"Me."

Silco has much reason to fear of you indeed. You can unravel him with a two-letter word, and he is no longer the Eye of Zaun, the King of the Undercity, Piltover's underworldly demon or even a refined, controlled man, as soon as the word slips from your mouth.

Silco is terrified with how quickly you can revert him into nothing but a frantic, primal creature, latching onto your lips with such ferocity that it makes the way he tears and rips at your clothes seem gentle.

There's very little gentleness after that, though not for lack of trying. You still glide and gently tug at his hair, even as he wrestles with buttons and zippers, growling at caught-sleeves like he holds a personal vendetta.

Silco does take an extra second to leave a tear more than necessary on the fabric, but give you little time to find humor in his actions. Half-storming into the room, you land on the bed half-clothed, barely given time to rise up before he holds one hand up, the other fighting with the too many buttons of his pants. "Before you got greedy, I remember a time where you would be on your knees. For old times sake?" A part of him feels pride that he's still about to cause a thrill to physically course though your body.

Another part of him comes crumbling down when he sees you slip out of the rest of your clothing, laid bare for him, on your knees as your eyes hungrily watch his progress. Indeed greedy, the Eye finds a distant part of him that still holds some semblance of control under your stare, and slows his hands. Slows down just enough, that he doesn't tear and make another too-quiet visit to a tailor - but still quick.

"Ah-ah, no, don't even think about it," He snarls lowly, tossing his apparel aside and propping himself onto the bed, crowding you as he grabs to still the hands that had started to caress your body. "You said you wanted me-"

"Always have, always will..." You'll be the second-death of him, with words like that.

Silco grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugs it back, burying his mouth into the crook of your neck. You cry out, as he's biting and growling deeper into your skin. His other arm curls around your back, and soon nails leaving pink lines in your flesh as he marks your throat and collar.

Words and sounds, all the things you use so flippantly to destroy him.

In the confines of his bedroom though, he's happy to collapse, tugging your hair back further to give particular, and loving notice to your jugular. Your biting grip on his shoulders leaves you secure, meaning his free hand can trail down between your thighs, and Silco has to swallow the moan back, before moving his mouth of your skin with a satisfying pop.

"Soaked." He observes hoarsely, your head falling to rest on his shoulder as you pant while his fingers slide though the wet folds of your pussy. "So wet for me? Wet, at the thought of me? Your need knows no boundaries, does it?" Apparently you seek his demise in true, for you groan out his name, your hips rocking when his fingers grind your clit with purpose, "All for you, Silco..."

He chokes out your words with the insertion of one finger, soon two, than a third after another moment of your sweet, devastating sounds. Your breathless cries raising and falling with his unpredictable pattern as you tighten around him. Slowing when he drags his fingers inside, curling against your walls, before becoming keen-pitchs after another round of precise thrusts into your dripping cunt-

It's too much. It terrifies the Eye of Zaun, how you overstimulate him with your mere presence. How he wants, needs more of you, from you...

But you give it all, even at the cost of Silco's irrational ire as you suddenly grab him. "Inside me, Silco..." You remind him hoarsely, flexing your fingers around his wrist when he growls with a flare of impatience. But your next words make any sense, or understanding of the mere word paitence, instantly flee him. "I need you to cum inside me."

Silco feels something crack, even the primal part of him, as he's smooth  to pull his fingers out, and turns you around so you're on your hands and knees. Closing his eye, he guides his length, hard and dripping between your folds, and grips your hip with a bruising effort. "Who am I to deny you anything?" He covers the honest croak with a growl, hearing you gasp. Shoulders shake as you work to hold yourself up, the head of his cock rubing your clit with lewd, wet sounds to accompany your moans.

"Especially a request like that..." He nearly bows forward when he finally pushes into your entrance, but settles for releasing your hip - now sporting an imprint of his hand - and wrapping around you to place his hand securingly, just above your cunt. Silco hushs the whimper that falls from your lips as he pushes into your pussy, granting you mercy even though you've given him none.

Feeling your cunt tighten him as his thumb strokes circles around your clit makes his teeth grind, his head tilting back when he rocks his hips forward experimentally. "Oh darling, you'll make me come from that alone, is that what you want?"

He has to say it chidingly, as if teasing, or else you might actually very well make him spill into you just from these beginning tenses around him. "Falling a-apart so soon? You were so greedy moments prior, where's that spirit now?"

A vulgar curse slips past your lips as you press your forehead to the mattress beneath you, your knees and Silco's hand on your mound the only things keeping your lower body up. "You wanted so much, so take."

Now, he fucks you in earnest, but Silco knows he still isn't in control here. Not really, not with your panting cries and sudden, groans of his name spurring him on, making him to push deeper, fuck you harder, give you more, all of him...

He doesn't know how you've done it. How you have him so completely wrapped in your net, though he's sure everyone, perhaps even yourself, imagines it's the other way around. Silco may be the only one, deep down, who knows how utterly devastated he is by you, and he nearly doubles over on your sweated, clawed-mark back at the realization, and as you clench unapologetically-tight around him.

"F-fuck, gonna... s-Sil, inside me, please," You cry out, half-muffled by the sheets beneath you as hands fist into them. "I'm yours, baby, fucking-" "What, claim you? Release inside you, breed you?" You're so tight, but he finds a new source of invigorating lust to pound deep inside once more at the thought, thumb rubbing firmly between your folds to drive you to climax a second time.

Silco doesn't expect an answer.

But then again, when have you ever been anything he expected?

"Yes!" You all but wail, and the king of the Underground actually needs to halt, which makes you mewl even more pleadingly. "Make me yours, l-let everyone see..." Taking his pause for hesitance, you whimper as you make your case. "Fill me, as many times as you... I'll take e-every bit of you, every bit it takes..."

You're greedy indeed.

But with this man all but putty in your hands, there is nothing the King of Zaun won't wish to grant you. Especially not the prospect of you filled up, dripping with his release, and it taking inside of you...

Silco was now chest-to-back with you, and bit down harshly on your shoulder, almost drawing blood as he gripped your hips, thrusting sharply, and truly fucked you like he wanted to put a child in you on this very night.

His, the one thing that no one had, or would ever dare to do, but him. Silco can mark your skin, yes, leaving trails in the shape of his teeth and nails all over your body, but claiming you inside? Claiming you in a way no other could, claiming you in a way that all of Zaun could see, just by looking at you and, sweet Janna, by looking at whatever princes or princesses of his Nation he could make with you...

It was terrifying, he thought with a grin against your skin as he felt his climax wave over him at the same time as your cries reached their crescendo, in the lyrics of his name. You were terrifying, how so easily, so simply you activated the parts of him he didn't even know existed. Collapsing him into his most feral, needing state, in which little else mattered but you and what he could do to, for you...

It scared him to death, and he never felt more alive by it.

Silco released his grip on your skin, kissing almost feverantly at the dark purple bruising he left there. You let out a tiny whimper as his teeth scrapped over the mark they left behind not a minute earlier as your body ceased his shaking from the shared-climax.

Though it began again with a pleased, eager whine pulled from the depths of your throat at his next words, and at the underlining promise of them,

"I think it'll take more than that, darling..."

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[a-gal-with-taste]

Please do a part 3 to the Silco and sex worker fic, I gotta know what’s happening now that she’s no longer working there?? Also its honestly amazing and one of my favs

Nawwww, thanks, I'm glad y'all are loving this miniseries <3

Stay (NSFW)

Flawless series: Part 1, Part 2 Part 4

2K+/Silco X Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW!Minors DNI, mentioned past sex-work, morning-sex, slight praise-kink, body-worship, riding, P in V sex, the s o f t e s t of smuts, fluff with porn, mutual simps in love even though they haven't said it yet

On the 100th day, you wake up before him.

Such a rare occurrence, you still your body as soon as you come to the realization. Slowly opening your eyes that quickly adjust to the dark of the room, just slightly below-dim with the neon of the Undercity beyond the curtained window.

Holding-in steady breaths, you find yourself slowly moving bit by bit amongst smooth silk covers and throws, before you've turned to face him. Immediately, that warmth that should embarrass you, if life was longer, fills your chest as you blink bleary eyes, tracing the sharp ends and curves of Silco's face.

100 days.

For 16 of those days, you'd reflexively gotten up in the deep night, hours before he needed to wake, and reached around for your clothes the moment you felt him began to stir, sitting up to watch your practiced actions. Your routine escapes, honed from years of practice, habit and employment-necessity.

You forgot you weren't employed often, in those first few days.

"Stay."

You'd heard that more than a few times in your career, so it took a touch at your back to fully halt your motions, and a repeat of the word. Turning, you had turned to look over your shoulder, meeting his watchful, but otherwise impassive expression, eyes trailing to the partially-dressed you, and then your eyes. "Stay," Silco said for the third time, impossibly quiet that you couldn't help but slowly move your hands from the hem of your clothing.

Fingers slid from the skin of your back, to curl over a shoulder as he gently guided you back into bed, both lidless and hooded eye fixated on you.

It wasn't all sex, surpringly, especially at the beginning. Mostly talking, much in bed, yes, but talking. About everything and nothing; things that mattered to you both, and things you couldn't care less about. Laying close the first days, than closer, until there were nights when you just felt your skin on his, and the faint, distant sensation of sheets.

You'd been no stranger to pillow-talk, some of your 'sweetheart' clients had been extremely chatty, picturing a lover rather than a whore laying beside them in loneliness or self-assurance. This time spent with Silco, late into the nights after he pulled himself from his desk at last and you finished your own little tasks around his office, where you'd simply laid side by side was... intimate.

Intimate in a way you didn't know, or perhaps didn't think you'd have time for in this life, and made you warmer than anything in the world.

Perhaps that's why the bed felt so cold when he left you daily to prepare for his never-ending work, your hand already subconsciously reaching when he'd pull himself from the bed far, far too early the next morning.

Perhaps that's why you relish in this rare, too rare moment. Fingers smoothing up to trace over a smooth, sharp jawline, a small smile blooming on your lips as you catch sight of his own slightly-parted ones, showing the gap of his teeth in his slumber. Breathing remaining deep as you smooth the curve of your fingertips, you bring your touch to a crawl along his skin as you reached the rippling grey patches.

You still a moment as you feel a breath hitch, your other palm sliding up over a smooth chest until he steadies again.

Nails gently catch under the pitch-black eyepatch, used for sleep, and carefully slip it off his face. Revealing an even more, true black color, and a swirling, far-away red that slowly works to see you, as you, tenderly, and with much affection, map out the skin around it.

You feel a sharper exhale from his opened mouth after a handful of moments simply spent trailing over the valleys and dips of ragged skin, and you murmur a soothing coo as the red begins to sharpen, coming into focus under your feather-light massages.

"Stay." The green eye cracked, and gave an impossibly slow blink as it's owner came into full-clarity. You watched as he was made aware of existance once more after the purging of slumber, taking in the bedroom ceiling, covers pulled tight around the two of you and your fingertips slowly, with the most loving care, tracing over his scars. You whisper your desire again, "Beloved, stay for a bit longer."

"Demanding already... I spoil you..." The quiet attempt at sternness is thwarted by your head slipping beneath his chin, nuzzling your nose to his neck before beginning to leave a hiking-trail of soft presses along his collarbone. "You reap benefits from spoiling me," You pointed out with a quiet chuckle along his skin.

Opening your mouth, you closed your lips loosely around the pulse-point, and could feel a deep, approving hum from beneath your mouth as you suckle."... spoiling me makes me want to do good things for you." You murmur as you release your hold on him, smiling at the dark imprinting you left behind on his skin. "I say it's a mutually beneficial agreement." You feel another rumble under your caressing hand along his sternum, more amused now, but experiencing the same effects as his last low purrs.

You sense weakness, and so you tilt your head back to brush your nose along his jaw. "Stay?"

The hand still resting on his chest rises and falls with his sigh, and it catches as you drag nails curiously along his skin. "Silco..." The full-body shudder he gives is still delicious to you as the green eye slips close, as you gently line his cheek with your lips as you plead in gentle earnestness, "Stay, gorgeous? Beautiful beloved, my marvelous... flawless, Silco..."

A ragged pant slips between his tightening teeth at your moaned-words, and as a gentle bite of your teeth between his bottom lip, before you release and leave him chasing as you pull back to stare at him.

Seafoam slit cracks open to look at you, something almost looking deeply ruined in his gaze. It makes the red-black eye look undamaged, and yet thrice times as raw.

"Stay, Silco." You whisper, and are rewarded by your words by a hand speaking from around your waist, to cup your bare-sex under the covers.

The man doesn't even need to plunge into you, just a gentle massaging of your heated mound as you trail your mouth over his is enough to signal your sex to wetness. Opened mouth captures your own with lazy fever, slowly brcoming energized as you wind your hand from his scars to his hairline, nails gently carting through black and silver-streaks as you feel a finger tease along your slit.

You're soaked within minutes, and he's letting out shuddering moans into your mouth as you gently scratch and sooth along his scalp, a sensation he misses dearly when you pull away from him. You don't leave his side, though, simply turn him from his and onto his back as you push covers down to expose the two of you to air, chilling slick and heated skin as you move to your body over his.

His duel-shaded eyes gaze up at you as you brace your knees at his waist, just above his reaching-length. Feeling that hand slip from your wet mound, you let out a small sigh and watch his lips quirk at your expression, as you audibly hear him prepare his cock with the remnants of your essence on his hand.

You don't look though. Can't really, gaze transfixed on that incredible twist of pleasure his face ripples with as his hands, one still slick, grip at your hips, and you slowly lower yourself onto his cock.

Silco'a gaze is equally uncompromising, flicking from your hooded eyes and your parted lips that open wider as he gives a gentle roll once you've steadied yourself atop him.

Perfect at balancing in such a position thanks to your career path, you slowly lower yourself forward, so you're hovering over his body with hands braced on his chest, nails leaving faint white lines in your slow, methodical scratches as you begin to move your hips to a similar tempo.

For a man who seemingly adored the sound of his own voice, only muted breaths, deep groans and the slight grind of teeth sounded as he stared, bewitched, up at you as you rode his cock with early-morning laziness. You slowed until he was full-sheathed within you, feeling that tip press deliciously against your g-spot as your spongy-heat clenched around him, before raising yourself up to do it all over again.

You trailed a hand up from his chest to cart through his hair again, only smoothing back some of the strands that were bedraggled across his face as you murmur, tightening around him purposefully with your words, "Won't you stay a while longer, Beloved?"

Silco's head lolled back into your grip as you move your hand to cup just behind his skull, and after taking a moment to breath, cracks open his eye again to look up at you, a single word in the heterochromatic sea you could drown happily in, as his mouth says another, "Only if you will."

Stay.

As you lean down the rest of the way to kiss him deeply, and with the passion of two people who have all the time in the world, you begin to move your hips in earnest with him inside. Tongue stroking within your mouth, and leaving a connected-line everytime he pulls back for breath, you feel his pelvis begin to press flush with yours as he meets your energized, but deeply enamored rocking with his own thrusts deep within you.

When your orgasm comes nearly simultaneously with his, you don't give a show. You don't throw your hair back and cry out a contractually-decided name to the ceiling, or ride with earnest until the client beneath you is limp and shakily reaching for the coin-purse.

With Silco, you simply let out a shuddering moan against his lips as you press your forehead to his, gasping and softly groaning with a lilted voice as you pushes deep within you, filling you with the heat of his own climax.

Long fingers trail from your hips after a moment of panting in the slim, shared air between you two, settling across your waist and back as your arms lower your upper body against his, palm still flush against his chest while your other hand continues the ministrations on his greying-hair.

"I think..." He mutters after several minutes of your hands gently smoothing through strands, massaging his scalp and gently tugging at the ends of his hair in repetitive, loving fashion. "... that was as... good a reason as any to remain here a bit longer."

"So you'll stay?" You murmur as you crack open your eyes. Meeting his, you see the hazy lining of true affection in the man's half-gaze, even the ruin one looking almost capable of showcasing his strong desires for you. "Yes." He murmurs, answering your question before his seafoam eye unconsciously flickers with his own.

'And will you?'

Your lips to his again, as you slip that palm from his hair, and silence any discontent as you gently cup his scarred cheek. Will you stay? he askes... there's no where else you'd rather be.

"Always, Beloved."