chxrry-moth

[chxrry-moth]

older!rafe can’t always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?

18+ mdni!

c/w: fluff with a little bit of angst in the beginning, older!rafe feeding sensitive!reader pasta & being v suggestive, slight subspace, smut: oral (f receiving), overstimulation & use of daddy

wc: 2k

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Sock-covered feet pad along the hardwood floors when she finally hears the lock of the front door turning. Rafe’s home later than usual— a fact she’s entirely too aware of since she’s been impatiently waiting for him to return ever since he left her this morning without so much as a goodbye.  

Usually, she’d stir awake to him smearing kisses all over her face and mumbling sweetened words about how much he’s going to miss her during his meetings— sometimes even wake her up with his cock prodding at her entrance before fucking her all sleepy and sloppy until she’s a sobbing mess.  

However, she assumes he was still mad at her because she forgot to let him know she was going out for drinks after her lecture before her battery had died. Therefore, she hadn’t received his several calls or the texts filled with concern and only a few hours later, did she remember that she’d never actually sent the message regarding her whereabouts. 

When he came to pick her up after she’d borrowed her friend’s phone in order to reach him, he was clearly displeased; merely muttering out a “ask you to do one thing and you can’t even do that. You know how fuckin’ worried I was?” and crudely telling her to go sleep in the guest room because “daddy doesn’t feel like dealing with your shit tonight”, which had resulted in wet droplets surfacing to her waterline while she kept apologizing over and over again, but to no avail.  

In the morning, she’d woken up to a tear-stained pillowcase and a headache. And when she tiptoed over to the bathroom, she realized that the entire house was desolate; he hadn’t even left a note.  

Therefore, she’s not exactly sure how to approach him, hesitant in her movements before she sees him in front of her in all his glory.  

“Hi,” her voice is quiet, but her forlorn face lights up nonetheless.

Rafe is in the process of mindlessly kicking off his shoes when he looks up; a tired smile tugging at his lips when she practically tumbles into his arms in a greeting. 

“Missed you,” she mumbles against his crisp button up when he rests his big hands on her hips in an attempt to steady her.  

“Missed you too,” he murmurs into her hair. “Got you something,” he reluctantly pulls away in order to present her with a bouquet of pink lilies; her favorites. 

“What’s this for?” her moony eyes stare up at him in bewilderment. 

“Drove past a flower shop…guess they made me think of you,” he admits, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek; confusing her to no end. 

“But I thought—” she utters out, hesitant to take the flowers she feels unworthy of.  

“That I was mad at you?”  

She nods, looking up at him with guilt swimming in her eyes. 

He lets out a sigh. 

“Listen, I was, uh, maybe a little too harsh on you last night, okay? I know how forgetful you can be. Was just worried when you weren’t home and didn’t answer your phone until hours later. Thought something happened, you know?” he explains with a calmness that placates her racing mind as she accepts his gift.  

“I know, I’m sorry. Won’t happen again, promise. Texted you today the second I was home, right?”  

“You did,” he confirms as he peels off his suit jacket before sniffing the air. “Smells good, what’re you making?”  

“Oh, I made you dinner,” she says bashfully, almost as if waiting for his approval. 

“You did? All by yourself?” his brows climb his forehead in surprise.  

She nods, a soft smile on her lips before he’s ushering her towards the kitchen and plucking a glass vase from the top shelf for her.

Usually, he’s the one cooking for them since she’s not greatest in the kitchen, always so tired after studying the whole day, she’d probably forget the stove on and cause some sort of a fire due to her absentminded nature. Therefore, he prefers to prepare his girl a nurturing meal whenever he doesn’t have to work late.  

“How was uni today?” he asks as she sets the now flower-filled vase on their dining table. 

“A lot. Was kinda stressed the whole day cause I have so much homework and reading to do, don’t know how I’m supposed to have time for all of it. And then have this group project and the deadline for this essay approaching and…I don’t think my brain works anymore,” she sighs out when she peers down at the steaming bowl of spaghetti Bolognese he places on the counter.  

“Good thing you don’t need to worry that head of yours over anything with me. Let daddy do the thinking for you, yeah?” Rafe’s voice is as smooth as honey, causing her to blink up at him— something cottony dusting over her mind in response to his sugary cadence.  

Strong arms lift her up and place her on the marble countertop before he settles right between her thighs, like a puzzle piece she’s been missing the entire day; tall frame hovering over her even as she’s practically perched on a pedestal.  

Then, he’s picking up the plate in the most casual manner and contently shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth before groaning in satisfaction.  

“Shit, this is amazing,” he praises around the mouthful.  

She mumbles out a flustered thank you, her thoughts all over the place since she thought he’d still be mad, but then suddenly he’s not. In fact, he’s seemingly in a great mood.  

“Did you eat yet?” 

“No, was, um…waiting for you. Didn’t wanna eat alone,” her volume is nearly inaudible.

He stops chewing.  

“Waiting for me, huh?” he rasps out before he’s lifting the fork closer to her mouth.  

She looks up at him, puzzled.  

“Open,” he orders and she has no choice but to obey— let him feed her because truthfully, whenever she’s around him she gets a little dumb; can’t really focus on anything except his low drawl and gemstone eyes.  

“Good, right?” 

She hums her agreement around the bite, barely registering that some of the tomato sauce stains her chin in the process.  

“Always so messy, huh?” he tuts disapprovingly, even if he’s the one holding the fork.  

However, before her mushy brain has the time to even comprehend what he’s doing, he’s laving the flat of his tongue under her mouth; cleaning it up for her.  

“There we go,” he murmurs as he rubs a thumb over the spot for good measure.  

She swallows.  

“Want some water?” he asks and she nods, all of a sudden unable to utter out words.

Then, he’s tipping a glass of ice-cold water to her lips, carefully watching her gulp down the liquid before he decides she’s had enough— withdrawing the cup in order to drink some of it himself.   

He continues feeding her every other bite and making casual conversation, all the while she feels herself softly slipping into a very specific headspace. And before she realizes, he’s placing the empty dish in the sink with a slight clatter; their bellies full and happy.   

She doesn’t think she wants to eat by herself ever again. 

Then, her foggy mind registers him in front of her again as he pulls her closer— warm palms slipping under her top and his thumbs idly smoothing over her tummy while she quietly stares at him with hearts for eyes.

“You put this tiny thing on just for me, hm?” he questions as his eyes drop down to her cleavage; the pale pink lace doing a very poor job of concealing what’s underneath since she’s forgone a bra (and pants), as she usually does whenever she’s merely loitering around their home. 

“Look so pretty in this,” his dreamy voice rumbles as he swipes a thumb over a covered nipple, causing her to let out a faint gasp at the sudden contact. 

“Ray…” she hums out while he keeps rubbing over the squishy part of her body he knows gets her buzzing.

“Hm? You feelin’ floaty already?” he asks with a gentle cadence. And she’s not sure how he always seems to know just the right words to say in order to turn her into clay.  

“Yeah, missed you so much,” her hazy eyes flicker over his face while he simply gazes at her, before he’s smearing his mouth on hers.  

There’s something hungry, primal in the way he groans against her lips— causing a whimper to escape her throat in response. 

Then, all of a sudden, he’s lifting her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing more than a single paperclip; making her squeak out a sound of surprise when he jokingly smacks her ass while walking out of the room before throwing her on the bed.  

“Let daddy say hi to his favorite girl, yeah?” he coaxes her before he’s prying her thighs apart and nuzzling his face into her cunt through the material of her panties; nose bumping against her clit, making her shift closer to him.

“Missed my pussy so much, you know? Wanted to fuck you nice ’n slow last night but you never came home.”  

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she can’t help but whimper out when his warm tongue licks over the already dampening fabric of her underwear.  

“Yeah? You gon’ make it up to me? Let me eat you ’till I forgive you?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want,” she blabbers, a whine leaving her vocal cords when he plucks the soaked through material to the side and blows on her sensitive cunt.  

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he says in awe, letting spit drip down his tongue and onto her folds anyway. Then, he’s wrapping his lips around her clit, making her cry out because she can already feel her orgasm lingering underneath the surface. 

“Need to come, can I? Please m’gonna— ” she says, almost in a trance; already so wound up. And the way he’s practically torturing her achy button with his mouth isn’t really helping. 

After he’s hummed his agreement, she’s not able to hold it in any longer— his tongue poking at her opening when the knot in her belly unfolds. She’s shaking, thighs yearning to close, if not for his strong arms holding them open as he groans around her, seemingly lost in a daze with her taste and smell practically suffocating him.

Since he knows how insatiable she tends to be, he refuses to pull away from between her thighs. And two more orgasms later, she’s a whimpering muddle; desperately trying to drag her hips away from his unrelenting hold. However, he’s entirely too strong and she doesn’t stand a chance.

“Ray, s’too much, need a break—” she complains, eyes beginning to turn watery in response to the overwhelming pressure.

However, despite her protests, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins to mess with her entirely too sensitive clit with his fingers now— pressing and pulling and making her whine as tears trickle down her cheeks and she tries to fruitlessly wiggle away from him once more.   

“Nah, you’re good. You forgot daddy does the thinking for you now, hm? And he wants you to give him a few more, think you can do that?” he mumbles against her sticky folds, stuffing the tip of his tongue into her weepy hole as an effort to persuade her.

“I don’t know if I can—” 

“Shh, jus’ wanna make you feel nice, you don’t want me to?” he feigns hurt when he lifts up his head, beginning to mouth over the soft skin of her inner thighs to pacify her; his slight stubble tickling her in the process and making her twitch.

“No, I do, I do…”  

“Then quit whinin’ and let me take care of you, hm? Show you how much I love you,” he coaxes her to give in. And when he puts it like that, she thinks it does sound rather romantic…

[chxrry-moth]

He's My Man

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Rating: Mature 

Tags: Silco x gn!reader, soft Silco, established relationship, angst, fluff, character study

Word count: 840

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As Silco's partner, only you are privy to the vulnerability he hides from his empire. Dutifully, you stand at his side and lend him your strength.

A/N: Reposting so it's discoverable in the tags. This is based on the song "He's My Man" by luvcat, as requested by @h2pinky in this post! ! It's a beautiful song and I've swiftly become obsessed with it.

Only you can see his exhaustion.

In the quiet mornings when he returns home. When he sits at the table, dinner prepared for him, his shoulders slumped forward as his rigid posture gives way to every burden of the Undercity. Oh, how curved his spine becomes when no one—no one but you—is around. 

As Piltover awakens from its slumber to start a new day, faces warm in the bright sunshine, Silco retreats after a long night of work. Of toiling. Thanklessly. Day in and day out. In the home you’ve painstakingly built for him, he finds his refuge.

But he’s getting thinner.

This is not some work-induced starvation. Silco has had bouts of self-inflicted fasting, his mind feverish with the work left undone, too focused on his goals to listen to the hunger signals that cry out to him. And every time, you dutifully remind him—he cannot run an empire if he continues to ignore his body’s needs. 

So he’d eat again. 

And his weight would return. 

As you watch him eat the meal you’ve made for him, your own untouched, you see the bags under his eyes and the way the long scars on his face seem deeper, like the rivers that carved the plains of his face into valleys have doubled their efforts, raging and consuming.

This…

This is different.

Silco was clear when you joined his family; he lives on borrowed time. He should have died in that river. And if the toxins that run rampant in his veins weren’t enough, his line of work certainly has its share of occupational hazards.

Assassins.

Power-hungry Chem-barons.

And yet, those threats all seem so microscopic, so intangible, when the largest attacker Silco faces lies in his very cells, his very being. Everyday he fights an endless war. Against Piltover. Against his competition.

Against himself.

And while he gains ground in the battles of the Underground, he’s losing on his homefront. The enemy is laying claim to everything he has. It’s evident each morning when he retreats to the bedroom and disrobes to reveal new bruises that blossom along his skin, deep purples and maroons, sickly yellows and greens.

His arms. His legs. His back. Everywhere he carries the weight of his mission, death stakes a flag and claims it as its own.

It’s no wonder his attire covers him so completely, not out of some prestigious formality but out of careful necessity—the second he shows any weakness, his empire will crumble to the ground.

While it pains you to see his state, to see him sacrifice his body in the name of his Nation of Zaun, you cannot help but be thankful for the opportunity.

To love the man behind the ideal.

You savor these quiet moments, this invitation behind the curtain. Each show of vulnerability an expression of trust. Of utter faith that you will stand by him. 

You get to your feet, padding toward the gramophone in the sitting room. After carefully selecting a record, you place the needle gently into the indented line.

A little static, and then—

A melody. Soft and eerie. Haunting in its beauty. 

A bittersweet smile adorns your lips and you return to the kitchen to see ocean green and volcanic orange eyes looking at you behind a furrowed brow. 

His good eyebrow lifts in silent question. 

You answer with an offer of your hand.

Wordlessly, he sets his fork down and rises to his feet, pulling back his shoulders to tower over you. His hand in yours, he allows you to pull him toward the open space of the sitting room, footsteps light on the worn rug. You bring your free hand up to his shoulder and he follows your cue, placing his hand at your hip.

A gentle sway. Back and forth.

Unhurried.

Frozen in time.

At last, he speaks.

“What are you doing?”

You smile with your eyes up at him.

“Dancing.”

The scar on his upper lip quirks as he gives you one of his familiar smirks.

“I don’t have time for dancing.” His voice is somber, his head hung low. “I have so little of it as it is.”

You squeeze his hand.

“All the more reason to.” 

He clings to you at that, pulls you closer to him. The arm at your hip snakes around your back, pressing so your torsos are flush and his breath is in your hair.

Your eyes flutter closed and you let out a content hum, cheek pressed to his shoulder.

His hand leaves yours in favor of coming up to tangle in your hair. As you cling to each other, your bodies still swaying in time to the melody, you think of nothing else.

And when you feel his shuddering breath, a small broken sound escaping his scarred lips, you squeeze him a little tighter. The tears that fill the valleys of his face are a sight only for your eyes. Your hands alone can wipe away the flood.

He’s your man.

To hell and back.

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It’s Because:

Silco x gn!reader - 1k words - SFW

cw: fluff, angst, pining, denial of feelings, falling in love, brief mentions of death, injury, and trauma, happy ending

summary: Silco is not in love. At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

a/n: i’ve never written anything like this before, i hope it works!! (it really hurt to type as well but my physio told me i had to.) inspired by the song i’m not in love by 10cc

Silco is not in love.

Unequivocally, categorically not in love. 

He doesn’t even know what love is when he meets you as a jaded, starving teenager, too busy trying to make ends meet to even think about something as trivial as love. But he does know that the easy way you smile when you meet his eyes makes his day just that little bit brighter. 

He’s not in love when he spots you a few years later, standing quietly amongst the meagre crowd in the bar, listening to his rallying speech of change and independence. Although, the spark in your eyes as you watch him is like a match to the burning in his chest, and for once in his life, it makes him feel alive. 

Silco isn’t in love when he accompanies you on mission after mission, learning to trust one another as he watches your back and you watch his in return, securing resources, and medicine, and meals for the starving children of his city. It’s just the adrenaline from the sprint back home, as you both narrowly escape the Enforcer’s clutches, that sets his heart racing to the dozen.

He can’t be in love when he watches you from across the bar, laughing, and singing, and dancing along to the jukebox, unaware of how effortlessly you light up the room. And so what if deep down he wants to join you and bathe in that light, soaking you in until you're his? It’s not like it means anything anyway. 

There’s no such thing as love on his birthday when he refuses to tell anyone the significance of the day, instead scowling down at yet another shipping manifest. Except, when you hand him a cupcake and kiss his cheek as you walk through the bar on your way to the market, he hopes the red of his ears and the longing expression isn’t too noticeable. 

Love isn’t present on the night you cry in his arms, heaving sobs that wrack your body as you mourn those lost in the fight, yet more casualties in this never ending fight for freedom. It’s simply the right thing to do when he lulls you to sleep, shushing your cries until your breathing slowly evens and your heart beats sync up with his. 

Silco tells himself he isn’t in love when you sit side by side, legs dangling off the little bridge that crosses the river as he gifts you a starburst necklace that once was his mother’s. And it certainly doesn’t mean anything when you gaze up at him with the softest smile, intertwining your fingers with his while you gently rest your head on his shoulder. 

He is not in love the day you stand with him in the little alcove across the street from the bar, sheltering from the rain that drips down to form galaxies of puddles along the square floor. You’re up on your tip-toes, his arm is around your waist, and when your nose bumps against his, his heart beats so loud he’s sure you can hear it-

But then his brother is suddenly there, pulling him away from you as he insists he goes for a walk with him, and Silco makes the worst decision of his life and agrees. 

In thunder and rain, Silco knows that love ends in nothing but betrayal when he is forced to disappear, body pulsing with pain, mind in tatters. He’s hurting, and angry, and beyond scared. But weaved in between it all, he thinks of you and pictures the way you looked and felt beneath his fingertips, and thinks that maybe it’s not all bad. 

There’s no time to think of love when, years later, he finally gets his revenge and reclaims his bar, his home; a second chance at raising the city his people deserve. Though, it’s almost like serendipity when he happens to take a break from arranging his schedule to look through the window down into the square, and there you are, standing in the middle of the street silently watching his workers carry in new furniture. 

He isn’t in love when he runs down to you, nearly tripping down the stairs in his haste, pushing through the doors until you’re right there in front of him, the only place he truly feels safe. But when you don’t scream or slap him or curse him for leaving you, instead striding across the distance to throw your arms around him in a tight embrace, he forces himself to choke back his tears and allows yours to soak into his shoulder instead. 

Silco continues to remind himself that he’s not in love in the coming months, while you sit beside him day after day, helping him put his plans into motion, listening to every word, every worry, every whisper. Really, who can even tell that his heart skips a beat when he spots that you’re still wearing his mother’s necklace, still so mirandous even after all this time?

He’s not in love the evening you sit atop the bar, laughing as you retell a story from your youth, caught delightfully off-guard when he can’t help but surge forward, capturing your lips while his hands cup your heated cheeks. It’s just one of those things, he supposes, to finally feel content standing between your legs, your own lips pressed in a smile against his, in a way that kick starts his once dead heart. 

But now, nearly two decades after he’d first laid eyes on you as a naïve boy, he lays next to you in bed and watches you sleep peacefully, tangled in the sheets the same way you’ve weaved yourself into his heart. And in the quiet lull of the night, he runs his fingers over a shiny, jewelled ring, custom-forged to match his mother’s necklace that still rests around your neck. 

He thinks of easy mornings and four-word questions, and for the first time in his life, allows himself to simply feel. 

Maybe, just maybe, Silco is in love. 

[chxrry-moth]

Five Years

Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 5.3k Content Warnings: female reader, reunion, heavy emotions, brief mention of weight issues, kissing, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, penis in vagina sex, choking, romantic sex, silco with long hair (scary), silco with facial hair (frightening)

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thank you to @juniper-sunny for coming up with this idea and letting me write it!! it was such a pleasure to bring this brilliant thing to life 🙏😍

Summary: In a sacrifice for Zaun's sovereignty, Silco admits himself to prison and is sentenced to 10 years. Five years have passed since the last day you saw him, and suddenly he's back home.

Five years. Five years ago Silco kissed you goodbye. Five years ago you relished the last you thought you might see, hear, feel of him. You walked with him that day–to Stillwater–as his partner in business and life. Through handcuffs and crushed between guards, watching the Talis boy’s smug stride in front of you, you held Silco’s hand; felt his fingers between yours; savored the warmth of him: your hero, the savior of Zaun who founded a sovereign nation with his sacrifice.

For five years you were cold, left with his shadow, Jinx. She was just as depressed as you, hardly touching her projects, staying in her lab all day. Fishbones was left on Silco’s desk, his office quickly becoming a relic room. You didn’t use it when you stepped in to oversee the Last Drop. Even when Jinx took up the helm of his presence in the newly independent Zaun–alongside Sevika–she didn’t work out of his space or use any of his supplies. She didn’t look at any maps, charts, or notes. Nothing of the sort. There was a dead coldness to her look as she ripped every ounce of control from the chembarons and fought not for Zaun, but as Zaun.

Since then, she has only grown and flourished as her own. Still a reckless fighting spirit, but one you are proud of nonetheless. One that, every time you look at her, you see Silco’s passion and light evolved and shifted into her own. How he walked for her to run.

When you heard a knock on the office door, the last person you expected to see was Silco, but there he was. In second’s time, all of the breath leaves your lungs and you wait for this phantom of your dreams to leave you.

“Hello, lovely,” the ghost of your partner whispers. His hands, calloused and worn harder than you remember, hang at his sides. He looks different, but still the same as before. His hair is longer but still decently kept, tied to a tight bun, save for a few stray tendrils that tickle at his cheekbones. There’s a new abundance of gray strands at his temples that thins the jet black that used to reside there. You’re happy to not see him in a prison uniform, but his wardrobe that was returned to him hangs too loosely on his form. There’s a slight stubble of facial hair on his hollow cheeks and jaw, but only on the right side of his face; the darkened skin of his left not allowing any hair to grow. The lines of his face have been etched deeper and longer with time, but the scars look the same; familiar, like you could draw them with your eyes closed.

“I wish I could have told you I was coming,” he says, quieter this time, in such a gentle tone that only your Silco could say it.

Tears prick your eyes as you stumble through the doorway to make sure he’s real, actually there. Your fingers grace his cheeks, and the warmth of his skin sends a euphoric tingle up your spine. His cheeks, under his eyes, across his lips, in his hair–you touch him everywhere you can reach until tears are pouring so heartily from you that you have to wipe them away.

“It’s really you,” is all you can whisper, and Silco cracks a gentle smile, nodding. Without another word, he steps forward and pulls you into his arms. He smells different; a little more musty, with a hint of bleach, but you couldn’t be bothered less. Not when you can, for the first time in five years, feel the warmth of him consuming and dissolving every stress, worry, and fear you’ve ever had. He holds you tightly and you return the gesture as you wrap your arms around his ghastly skinny form and cry with all your heart.

How long you stand there, you’re not sure. Long enough for your tears to dry and your eyelids to grow heavy. The rush of bliss at having him once again in your arms is too much, too exhausting, too comforting, and you want to fall asleep with him like you did for so many years.

“I need to see my girl,” he whispers against your temple, placing a chaste kiss there. He doesn’t move until you pull away first, and when he heads for the bedroom instead of the hall you make a confused noise.

“I don’t want her to see me like this,” he says, before stepping into the bedroom. He doesn’t go for the wardrobe right away, but instead looks around a little bit. You didn’t change much of anything when he left–you actually made a point not to. Even his side of the bed remained untouched, made just as he had fixed it five years ago.

He seems to notice this very thing, chuckling. “I half expected you to take the whole bed in my leave.”

You smile at that, glad to hear his teasing voice again. “I thought about it this morning. You were gone so long it figured it didn’t matter anymore.” You’re only half joking, because it did feel like an eternity that he was gone, even though he’s back earlier than the original sentence of ten years.

Silco turns to you now. “If you want the whole bed you can have it– I’ll give you the world if you ask for it, lovely.” His voice is barely above a whisper now as he pulls you close again, a hand wrapped around your waist.

“I’m just so happy to have you back,” you say, unable to contain your smile as Silco leans down to kiss you. Like a flower blossoming, your heart bursts with a fluttering pace as your lips slot against Silco’s and he sighs into your mouth. It feels better than you could have anticipated it feeling, better than the many times you had imagined it in the five years on your own. The stubble of his right-sided beard tickles your chin, and you can’t help but smile at the foreign but amusing sensation.

As if he wasn’t gone for more than a minute, Silco reads this effortlessly and pulls away.

“It’s despicable, isn’t it?” he asks, gesturing to the lopsided beard on his chin and thin mustache above his lip. You smile wider, beaming up at him, and shake your head.

“I think it’s rather charming.” You bring a hand to cradle his face where the stubble has grown, giggling as it tickles you still.

“I think it’s rather not,” Silco huffs, making for the bathroom, “I can’t stand it for another moment.”

He doesn’t idle when entering the bathroom like he did entering the bedroom, and instead goes immediately for his razor and shaving cream. He seems to be quietly pleased that everything is in exact order as it was before.

You watch with awe as he works the routine like he hadn’t been absent from it for a week, and when he’s done with shaving he adjusts the lapels, buttons, and straps of his vest to fit a little more snugly around his thin frame.

“She’ll love to see you,” you assure Silco, holding back the tears that brim in your eyes.

“In her laboratory?” Silco guesses, and you affirm by a small nod, following Silco’s lead to Jinx’s workspace.

You watch from afar as Silco approaches Jinx, her back turned to him and tinkering with something. He says something, and she whips around, every bit of her features softening as she takes in that he’s really there, that he’s back. You can’t say your reaction was so dissimilar to hers, the disbelief at his appearance and the joy that he’s truly there. Jinx runs, embraces him, and they stay like that for a long time, her crying all the while. It’s like watching yourself from half an hour ago, except with blue hair.

Some conversation takes place, Jinx gesturing around the room at all of the things she’s changed, what she must show him and catch him up on. Conversation is a strong term for the few words that Silco can manage between Jinx’s excited comments and remaining sobs.

At some point, Jinx takes notice of you standing in the corner and beckons you over with a wave of her hand. You join the two, and Silco looks absolutely delighted to see his daughter all grown up. Though, pride and admiration are not all you see, there’s a melancholy in his eyes, a sorrow that he was not there to see his joy, his life light, take control and grow into her own.

Silco always humored Jinx’s gadgetry rambles better than you, so it’s no surprise that Jinx, puffy-eyed and sniffling, is set on catching her father up to speed on all of her projects. He nods along, the gentle smile on his face warming your heart as you watch him engage in Jinx’s excitement. Whether or not he understands the technical jargon she’s spewing out at incredible speeds is difficult to discern, but he seems more than happy to let her ramble to her heart’s content.

“We should get you something to eat,” you suggest after a short while, and there seems to be no complaint from either person, especially not Silco.

“I like the new haircut, silly,” Jinx says around a mouthful of fruit, courtesy of Ran who went to get some local market delicacies for the returned boss.

Silco smiles and runs a hand through the overgrown locks. “You think so? I should cut it all off.”

“No! It’s charming,” you chime in, and Silco watches both you and Jinx with a little teasing glimmer to his eye.

“I suppose I’ll keep it for the general public’s opinion,” he settles, taking a forkful of cake into his mouth. You’ve never seen Silco indulge in his sweet tooth before, but you suppose the time away from such privileges as having cakes and cookies made him more appreciative of the high sugar foods Jinx is always so fond of.

Between bites of food the two of you make witty banter back and forth, discussing the practical aspects of a ponytail, and how doubtful it is that Silco really got his sentence shortened for “good behavior”. Conversation continues until you and Silco become more engrossed with each other and Jinx dips out due to “gross parent things”. You sit and talk longer with Silco, ever grateful to have him back in your presence for the wonderful conversation if not the comfort.

You soon find yourselves back in Silco’s office as you fiddle with the record player, trying to put on something light and romantic. It finally starts playing and you spin around, beckoning Silco forward. He indulges you, taking your hands as you both sway gently to the music.

You stay like that for a while, Silco’s arms around your waist and your hands cradling his face. Happy or glad would be understatements for what you feel at having this man back in your arms where you can see him, touch him, smell him. Though, while your content and sentimentality is nice, it quickly takes a turn as you feel a hot flush rise to your cheeks. A storm of firelights starts to kick low in your belly as you realize what you can really do with Silco now that he’s back; what you could only dream of for five years.

“Silco,” you hum, and he makes a noise of acknowledgement back at you, his good eye closed. “I’m so grateful to have you back.”

This makes Silco smile, and he looks at you now. “I’m grateful to be back.”

You grin, your hands slowly slipping from his face as they run down the length of his body. Over his chest, across his shoulders and back, tickling at his sides. Your eyes follow them before you look up at Silco again, giving your best bedroom eyes.

“We should do something big to celebrate,” you suggest, voice low and gentle. You’re sure Silco catches your drift by the way his eyes darken and his smile becomes something sharp and bladed.

“We’ve practically been celebrating all day, what else do you have planned, lovely?” He asks like he has no idea what you’re talking about– he wants to hear you say it.

Normally you would beat around the bush and tease him, make him frustrated until he snaps and takes you before you can even beg for it. But you’d just be teasing yourself doing that now.

You pull Silco close, getting up on your toes to whisper in his ear.

“I think I forgot what your cock feels like inside of me, you should fuck me until I remember.”

Without another word, Silco’s lips crash into yours, his tongue searching for yours as he pries your mouth open. His hands are all over you, feeling everything that had been out of his reach for five years: your hair, your waist, your ass, your breasts. Likewise, you relish his hard body pressing against you– his hardness pressing against you, and you cup your hand to him through his pants.

A low growl sounds from between your connected mouths and suddenly Silco is pulling you towards the bedroom, pressing you against the door until you turn the knob and stumble backwards into the room.

Silco breaks the kiss only to slam the door shut and pick you up, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he takes you over to the bed. How he can carry you with his diminished frame, you don’t know, but you don’t question it as his cock presses against your core as he lays you onto the bed.

“I want to taste you, lovely, but I’ll have to do that later,” he hisses against your skin, leaving teasing bites on your neck. He begins to work his fly and you make a small noise from your throat, somewhere between a hum and a whine, asking for him to elaborate. He groans between heavy breaths, “I need to fuck you right now.”

You don’t need to be told twice as you shimmy your pants and underwear off just in time for Silco to whip out said cock and kiss you again. He presses against your entrance and you can feel how very hard he is. In all the years you had been having sex with him you don’t ever remember him feeling like that.

His cock slips against your entrance over and over and he lubricates himself with your wetness. He grins against your lips before pulling away. “Are you ready, lovely?” You throw your arms around his neck, legs wrapping over his sharp hips to lock behind his back.

“I’ve been ready for five fucking years,” you grit out, and Silco pushes into you.

Your breath catches and he bottoms out with the hard thrust he had entered you with, your exhale leaving you in a long, low moan. He responds to your body in kind, breathing out moans between disbelieving laughs.

“I thought about you every night I was locked up in that hellhole,” Silco grunts, pulling back just to thrust into you again, the shock of it forcing another breathy moan from you.

“I thought about all of the pretty faces you make when I fuck you–” another thrust. “I thought about all of the noises I can pull from you.” You clench around him at his words and he throbs inside you in kind. “I thought about how well you’ve always taken me,” he hisses, watching with rapture as he quickly changes the pace and begins to fuck you in earnest. “Like you were made for me.”

You can’t be bothered to listen to anymore of his rambling, as wet as it makes you, not when he’s fucking you within an inch of your life. His cock feels like magic, it makes you dizzy and brings you back and removes all thoughts from your brain until there is nothing in your head but Silco, Silco, Silco–

“Silco!” You cry out, as if it will do anything. You have to say something, make some noise other than incoherence to let him know, if he can’t already feel it, how much you missed this.

Already you’re so close, on the brink of orgasm just from the relief of having him inside you again. Throwing coals into the fire, Silco’s hand comes up to wrap around your throat, fingers squeezing the sides with enough pressure to give you difficulty breathing. Your eyes widen as you look at Silco, your breath catching where his fingers press.

Silco must be just as close as you because he seems to struggle to hold himself up over you, and while he would usually talk you to, through, and past your orgasm, he can’t seem to manage more than animalistic grunts right now.

“Sil,” you gasp, beginning to feel dizzy as Silco threatens to make you come undone quickly now with the way he fucks you fast and hard, hand tightening around your throat. 

“Come for me, lovely, let me see you– feel you when you come on my cock,” he grunts, the rough timbre of his voice unfamiliar but alarmingly sexy. “I know you’ve missed it, show me how badly you missed me.” The vicious growl of his voice, the clench of his teeth, the mess of his hair as it falls from his hair tie, you can’t deny yourself the pleasure of the display before you.

All at once, your orgasm rushes through you. The stress, the tension, the longing that had built up over the last half decade expelled through every nerve of your body as ecstasy burns through you. As soon as you tumble off the peak of your climax, Silco releases your windpipe, oxygen rushing back to you. You gasp, your orgasm feeling more powerful as clarity returns to your mind and senses, bringing a sort of smaller climax along with it. You shiver, moaning, limbs tensing around Silco as you hold him close, legs locking tight at his lower back to press him deeper inside of you.

Looking down at you, Silco mumbles words you can’t understand even as your high fades away and his thrusts grow frantic and uneven, hands clawing at your hips as he gets himself closer.

“Please,” you mouth to him, over and over, until your walls clench around him and he’s sent over the edge. His hips press against you hard as he pushes himself in as far as he can, cock throbbing against your walls. The sounds he makes are entirely feral, harsh grunts and moans as his head falls to rest on your collarbone, breath fast and labored as he rocks his hips through the pleasure that works through his very bones.

Finished, Silco slackens against you, breath hot against your skin as he collects himself. You feel him soften inside you but neither of you move from the other, content to rest a while and recover.

“First time, in five years,” Silco says, head still resting against your chest.

“Yeah I missed that a lot,” you laugh, bringing your hands up to comb through Silco’s hair.

“Well yes, the sex, but I haven’t…” Silco trails off, and very quickly your brow furrows in confusion.

“Are you trying to say that’s the first time in five years that you’ve had an orgasm?” You can’t believe you’ve just said that outloud but even more unbelievable is the fact that Silco nods in affirmation.

“Surprisingly, being locked in a concrete room with a bunch of foul-stenched inmates is not a turn-on.”

“Even while you were thinking of me?” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

Silco laughs before he adds, “there were no clean-up materials at hand.”

You nod your head with a quiet “ah”, letting your fingers continue playing with Silco’s hair.

“I feel bad now,” you say, “I’ve been fucking my fingers all the while that you’ve been a celibate.” Silco laughs at your comment and sits up now, finally pulling out of you with a low hiss.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself.” A small peck on the lips. “I’m sure your fingers didn’t feel as good as mine anyways.” A shit-eating grin spread across Silco’s face, but you can’t find it in you to deny the accusation. Teasing is always an option though…

“It’s been so long, I’m not sure if I can remember that being true or not,” you sigh dramatically, looking up at Silco as he stands over you.

“Worry not, lovely, I will yet again jog your memory.” Silco gives you a patient smile, and you forget for a moment that you’re teasing each other back and forth until he directs you to get entirely on the bed instead of laying on the edge.

Your heart flutters as you watch Silco straighten up and unbutton his vest and shirt, slowly peeling away the fabric and letting it fall to the floor, revealing the flesh and bone that you had missed all this time. You watch as he does the same to his pants, eyeing how visible his ribs are at his sides, how thin his arms are, the lack of corded muscle in his legs. It saddens you to see his condition, but you don’t linger on it.

You’re speechless as Silco mounts the bed and straddles over your bare hips, fingers reaching for the hem of your shirt. You lift your back slightly to help him get it up over your head and finally off, and Silco’s shuddering exhale at seeing your bare chest is nearly worth the five year wait.

He palms the weight of your breasts in his hands, breathing shallow against your skin as he leans down to kiss your sternum. You let your head fall back against the pillows, relishing the way Silco’s teeth graze your nipple before his tongue darts out to soothe his own teasing, all the while his release leaks out of you and onto the bedspread.

Leaving kisses and bites in his wake, Silco moves down the length of your body. His mouth blesses your skin anywhere he can reach, worshiping with reverence. Especially when he gets to your mound. Like a man starved, which he very much is, Silco parts your folds with his tongue and goes directly for your clit, flattening against the bundle of nerves and pressing in one long stroke.

Like a bolt of lightning, that single lick sends a shock through your entire body. Your legs tense as you fight the urge to lock them around Silco’s head, but he encourages you. His arms wrap around your thighs as he hooks them over his shoulders and really starts to eat away at you. His tongue spoils your clit, licking and sucking, as one hand massages your hole, pressing not enough to dip his fingers in but enough to have you whining.

You can’t find words, not when Silco’s mouth ravishes you so entirely, and not when he’s moaning all the while. Each vibration rumbles through you and you grind your hips up into his eager mouth, earning another moan, and the cycle repeats.

As soon as Silco’s two fingers press and curl into you, you’re done for, quickly approaching your second orgasm. Your partner draws it out of you effortlessly, fingers curling and tongue flicking, letting your hips take the lead as you grind out your climax with high, panting moans.

You don’t realize until you begin to climb down from this crest that you’ve tangled your fingers into Silco’s hair and pulled it entirely out of its bun, graying tendrils coming to hang along his cheekbones and tickling your thighs.

Silco pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking it back up. Before you can manage a word he’s kissing you, hands pinning yours down to the bed as he grinds against your sensitive mound, already hard again.

“I love you so much,” he gasps against your lips, letting you taste yourself with every swipe of his tongue against yours. You want to hold him, grab his face, anchor into his hair again, anything, but you keep your hands beneath his.

“I love you too– marry me, Silco,” you say between kisses. When you think Silco will be surprised, that he’ll stop, that he’ll think for a moment, he does none of these things. What he does is kiss you harder, abandoning your wrists to hold your face so gently you might be mistaken for glass.

Breathless, he whispers. “Always, a thousand times over.”

No words, no thoughts, the heady rush of love makes you dizzier than necessary when Silco grabs your hips and rolls you over so you’re straddling him. Neither of you need to say anything, it just feels right to lift up your hips until you’re hovering over Silco’s cock and slowly sinking down onto him. 

Sitting on top of Silco, he reaches even deeper than he did before and it has your back arching, your mouth falling open. You can’t even cry out for him, it just feels too good. You’re still so sensitive from the fervor with which he put his mouth on you and you shiver hard when your clit grinds against his pelvis.

Silco tips his head back with a low moan as you circle your hips, bracing one hand on his lean stomach and the other on his thigh. His hands find your waist, urging you on as his hips roll with yours.

“I never stopped loving you,” Silco whispers, his long hair fanning out in a darkened halo around his head. “I thought about you everyday, I imagined you with me, I talked to you.” His voice grows raspy and breathless as you start to ride him in earnest. “You were always there, in every waking moment, every dream.”

Slowly, up and down, you sink onto Silco’s cock over and over, amazed each time at how he fills you. As he speaks with reverence, and a catch in his throat, Silco’s thumb reaches from your hip to your mound and starts slow circles on your clit. His hips pulse up to meet yours, pressing deep each time he bottoms out and your breath leaves you in uneven gasps and whimpers, astonished that even after all this time Silco can work you so effortlessly.

So badly you want to tell Silco you felt the same, that you thought of him everyday, had silly banter with him in your mind, that you went to sleep every night pretending your pillow was his body hugged close to you. But words fail, and you can’t get them out, not when he picks up the pace of his hips and his thumb works you in perfect rhythm.

You roll your hips with Silco, bracing both hands on his thighs to send the head of his cock into the perfect spot, over and over again. Your mouth falls open and Silco watches with wonder as you work yourself, eyes wide and face flushed.

“Just like that, lovely,” Silco pants, watching where you two meet as he disappears inside you again and again. “Use me, let me see you come one more time.”

How can you deny a request like that? You shiver as your orgasm washes over you in a slow wave, not the frantic heat that burned through you before but rather a soothing rush, like a breath of fresh air. You clamp down tight around Silco, his grunts and labored breathing evidence enough of that fact as the roll of your hips slows.

“That’s it, good,” Silco coos, still breathless. He only stops moving when he grabs onto your hips and rolls you onto your back, settling between your thighs while still very much inside you. His mouth slots against yours, hips bucking into you again as he chases his high. You can hardly kiss him with how your mouth falls open around gasps and moans. Your arms are around his shoulders, and you’re reminded of the previous round, only now that you’re both on the bed Silco seems to surround you much more.

“I love you,” Silco whispers between kisses, and you manage to mumble it back against his lips, relishing how breathless he becomes as he gets closer and closer to his climax. Your overstimulated clit still grinds against him with every thrust, and it still leaves you speechless even as you adjust to the sensation with Silco’s quickening movements.

Finally, with a shuddering breath, Silco’s hips press as deep as he can get them. He trembles as his orgasm works through him and the pulsing of his cock within your walls awakens a smaller, gentler climax that pulls a startled cry from your throat.

You feel your body melt into the pillows beneath you as you climb down from your high, and Silco rolls over with an exhausted breath, pulling you close to him to pepper light kisses on your face and neck. You giggle, trying to catch Silco’s lips with your own but he’s too fast for you, leaving a quick peck on your nose.

“Sil, kiss me,” you whine.

With a look of smugness, he teases you. “I am kissing you.”

You groan, fed up, and when Silco stops for just a moment you take the opportunity to grab his face and press your lips to his. You both sigh into the kiss, floating in the pleasant afterglow of what might be your most satisfying sexual episode yet. Silco’s long hair dangles at his cheekbones and tickles your face with slight touches, and you start giggling again.

“I really must cut all of this off,” Silco says, and you shake your head at him.

“You’re just afraid of change,” you reply and tuck his hair behind his ear.

“You’re telling the revolutionary he’s afraid of change?” Silco asks, chuckling at you. “The only changes I hate are the ones that take me away from my lovely wife.” Silco grins and his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer, pressing you flush against him.

“As much as I love the way you say that word, I’ve only proposed to you.” You can’t help how contagious Silco’s expression is as you start to smile back at him. Desperate to get closer and feel more of Silco’s embrace, you tuck your arms to your chest and curl up your legs, letting Silco adjust as necessary to hold you in your half-fetal position.

“We also don’t have to be officially or legally wed,” you muse, and immediately Silco makes a negating sound.

“Absolutely not,” he says, “legal marriage means the next time I happen to be incarcerated I can get visits from you.”

You frown, remembering the pain in the ass that was talking to the Stillwater guards and trying to convince them to let you see Silco, but they wouldn’t let you. He was in such a holding cell that only family members could enter. Of course, since it’s a Piltover facility, even with Zaun’s independence, they made that hard for you, only accepting paperwork-proven relations and, as a result, not even letting Jinx see him.

“I’m sorry,” Silco whispers, filling the silence that had quickly grown between you. “I will never let that happen again.”

“You made a sacrifice for the thousands of people in the Undercity,” you say, looking up at him now. “I have never been more proud to love such a sincere and driven man.”

Silco smiles, mouthing a quiet thank you. He’s about to add something else but you quickly cut him off with a strict remark.

“But you are never doing anything to get you a sentence over one month.”

The raw tenderness on Silco’s face shifts to amusement at your words. “Never,” he agrees.

Satisfied with that answer, you nod and tuck your chin back down, snuggling closer to your unofficial husband. You get a gentle kiss on the top of your head before Silco whispers to you, “get some rest, lovely. There is much to do tomorrow.”

[chxrry-moth]

Arm Candy (Silco/F!Reader)

“I need someone who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.” Silco needs a plus-one for a fancy topsider party. You don't really have a choice but to agree.

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Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Words: 5.8k

Content: Resolved sexual tension; semi-public sex; vaginal fingering; dirty talk; dubious business ethics

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It wasn’t often you got called into Silco’s office first thing in the morning. You were a paper-pusher, not one of the battle-hardened henchmen who usually hung around the Last Drop, and your work mostly kept you at your desk. Calculations came as naturally to you as breathing, and you could crunch numbers faster even than Silco himself. In the few months you’d been working for the Eye of Zaun, you’d made yourself indispensable. You helped keep track of the Shimmer shipments going to and from Zaun, you effortlessly slipped the profits from the drugs business into the earnings from the various factories and bars and properties that Silco owned, and once a week you’d spend the evening alone in the office with your stern, exacting boss while you went over that week’s financial reports. Silco needed someone to cook his books, and you prided yourself on being the best damn chef in the undercity. You kept to yourself, you prayed he never noticed your furtive glances up at him when he was absorbed in his work, and you did not cause trouble.

So it was only natural that your stomach twisted itself into knots as you stepped into his office, and that those knots tightened when he looked up from the paper he was reading, his bicoloured stare pinning you and making your walk to stand in front of his desk feel like miles instead of metres.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” you said when you were near, and the way his eyes flicked over you, almost too quickly for you to notice, did nothing to calm you.

“I did,” he said, his chair creaking as he leaned back in it. You’d definitely never wondered if it could hold two people. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

You could swear that sentence made your brain fritz like a faulty wire. “I, um—” Absolutely nothing was the real answer, but for some reason you didn’t want to admit that. “I made plans with…Ran and Dustin,” you said, saying the first names that came to your mind even though you’d never shared more than small talk with either of them.

Silco’s eyebrow raised as if he could see right through your lie. Which he probably could, because it was completely transparent. “Then cancel them. I need your help at an event.”

“What kind of…event?” you said, your mind reeling with all the things Silco could be alluding to. Shakedowns, back-alley deals, assassinations…

“Don’t look so frightened,” Silco said, taking a cigar from his ashtray and lighting it. He took a deep drag, letting the smoke billow around him as he spoke. “Are you familiar with Ko Shosu?”

It took you a moment to remember the name from some of the background research you’d carried out on Silco’s competitors. “Doesn’t he own that factory that makes gears or something?”

“The very same. He’s hosting a party at his residence topside tomorrow night and unfortunately, I’ll need to make an appearance. Shosu seems to think we’re acquaintances. And on top of that, I happen to know that one of his associates has run into some financial trouble as of late. His factory makes components that are essential to the Shimmer-tanks we’re developing. Now isn’t that a stroke of luck?”

“You want to get to this associate so you can get him to work with you?”

“Exactly. His name is Rupert Torek and he’s run up gambling debts with some very unsavoury people. I’m sure he’ll be cooperative once he realises I can lend him enough money to get himself out of debt before his wife finds out.”

You decided not to ask how Silco could have information like that on someone he’d never even met. For your sanity’s sake, it was better not to know. “And why do you need me, sir?”

It might have just been your imagination, but you could swear Silco looked you up and down again. Slower this time. “I thought that would be obvious. I cannot exactly show up to something like this alone. I need someone who can distract Torek’s wife so I can get five minutes alone with him, and who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.”

“I, um—” you floundered for a minute – the words look pretty on my arm setting your heart racing, which was stupid, he’d literally just said he wanted you to be his arm candy for a night, it meant nothing – and Silco raised an eyebrow at your hesitation.

“You’ll be paid overtime for your trouble, of course,” he said.

“That wasn’t—thank you, sir,” you said quickly.

“Good,” he said, flicking through some of the papers on his desk, his focus already slipping back to his work. “Meet me outside Ko Shosu’s house at eight sharp. Wear something nice and do not be late.”

It was a struggle to focus on your work for the next two days. The figures that usually came so easily to you seemed to blur together until you had to triple-check your spreadsheets in case you’d made an error while your mind insisted on screeching Silco think’s I’m pretty over and over like a stuck record. You were sure he’d meant nothing by that offhanded comment, but that didn’t help anything.

It was almost a relief when the next evening rolled around just so you could focus on doing something.

But that relief didn’t last long when you realised you didn’t have the first clue what you should wear to a party at a topsider’s fancy estate. There wasn’t time to hit up the markets even if you could justify the expense, so you settled for a black dress that was simple, but showed off your figure without showing too much of anything else, as you could at least guess that anything shorter than the knee-length hem of your dress might not go over well among the stiff, buttoned-up topsiders. You’d had the dress a long time and had to stitch it once or twice, but surely nobody would notice a little thing like that.

You felt strangely buoyant as you made your way through the upper districts of Zaun, where at this time in the evening business was just starting to pick up. Lines were forming outside the nicer clubs, the street hawkers were packing up to make way for the crowds, and the air nearly sparkled with Shimmer residue as you passed the open doors of some of the edgier establishments, where topsiders went to get a taste of the undercity without actually having to venture below. You couldn’t even find it within yourself to be annoyed at the arrogant topsiders who came to Zaun to indulge in all the things they couldn’t in Piltover before returning to their cushy homes and easy lives. Tonight felt like an infiltration, and it was you who would be inserting yourself somewhere you could never belong.

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You met up with Silco outside the gates of Ko Shosu’s estate. He’d gone straight there from a meeting with some topsider businessman, and he was dressed as elegantly as he always was. As you approached you glanced at the people milling around on the wide driveway, and you suddenly felt underdressed.

“You’re almost late,” Silco said by way of greeting, and the nervous knot in your stomach only tightened.

“Sorry, sir. Border guards held me up. You know how they are.” The Enforcer at the checkpoint on the bridge had made a huge fuss over your ID photo having a slightly different hairstyle than you did now, just being an asshole because he was an Enforcer and he could.

“Hm,” was all he said as his eyes raked over you, and your mind instantly went to those little stitches in your dress. You suddenly felt as if he could see every little flaw in you, and the feeling only worsened when a couple of women in glittering floor-length gowns swept past, arm-in-arm and laughing airily.

“Do I look all right?” you said just to break the tense silence. “This is the best I have.”

“You look perfectly acceptable,” Silco said, and that was almost worse than if he hadn’t said anything. Acceptable. You’d be lucky if you weren’t mistaken for a servant. “Shall we?” he said then, offering you his arm. When you hesitated, he rolled his eyes. “Take my arm. We have to at least appear as if we both want to be here.”

“Do you want to be here?” you said as you curled your hand around his elbow, trying to ignore the jolt you felt at touching him, even if he was wearing a coat.

He scoffed. “Of course I don’t. But needs must.”

As you made your way up the long driveway, you couldn’t help but gawk at your surroundings. You knew this wasn’t even close to being the grandest house in all of Piltover, but at that moment you could have believed it. There were at least four floors, the upper two ringed in balconies spilling over with hanging flowers and vines. The next closest house had to be at least a hundred metres away, and in the dark space between you could make out the open expanse of a lawn lit by a ring of ground-level lamps, and manicured trees on each side. You couldn’t imagine what the topsiders would do with such a space – you could probably fit a whole other house in there, even one as large as Shosu’s.

And when you entered the house itself, you actually gasped. “Someone lives here? It looks like a palace.”

Silco shot you a glare as you stared at your surroundings with wide eyes, barely even registering the doorman who came to take your coats. “Remember how I said you were the only one I could trust not to fill your pockets? Don’t make me regret it.”

But you were hardly listening as your eyes roved over the crowded ballroom. It was a sea of fine suits and jewel-toned gowns, with servants darting through the throngs like the quick little fish that lived in the shallows of the river, trays of drinks and tiny pastry-like things balanced on their fingertips. Music drifted from somewhere you couldn’t see, almost drowned out by the chatter, and diamonds glittered at fingers and throats – and even on the ceiling, you noticed as your eyes drifted upwards, or at least it seemed like the chandeliers were draped in strings of gemstones that scattered the lights in every direction.

“Concentrate, girl,” Silco muttered close to your ear, making you shiver. “Remember why we’re here. Torek is over there,” he said, though you couldn’t possibly guess which of the guests he was indicating. “Do you remember your task?”

You dragged your eyes away from the spectacle before you to meet his mismatched eyes. “Keep his wife distracted while you get him to consider working with you. I’ve got it.”

“Good. We won’t need to stay long – an hour at most, then you can go home and do whatever you’d like. Maybe you can even catch Ran and Dustin.” As he said this the corner of his mouth tilted up, and you realised with some shock that the Eye of Zaun was teasing you.

You shrugged in what you hoped was nonchalance. “It takes as long as it takes. You know I’m not one to rush a job.”

“I’m aware,” he said as you started to make your way through the crowd, weaving through the throng as if you weren’t aiming straight for your unfortunate target. Perhaps it was because people knew he was from the Undercity, or maybe whispers of the things his people did in dark alleys and dingy establishments travelled ahead of him, but the dense crowd of people seemed to loosen before him, as if people suddenly remembered they had other places to be when he approached. If it offended him, Silco gave no sign, but instead he leaned in to you again. “He is close now. Laugh like I’ve said something terribly clever, you look petrified.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, but you did as he asked anyway, and it seemed to help. The tension you had felt in the air around you receded a little, and before you knew it Silco was shaking hands with a tall, portly man. You barely heard as he introduced you as his guest for the night, your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. Rupert Torek had an open, kind face, his eyes crinkling at the sides when he smiled, and he didn’t seem surprised that Silco had sought him out. You wondered if he had any idea how fucked he was.

“We haven’t met before! I’m Liana, Rupert’s wife,” a voice at your side said, making you start, though you quickly smoothed it over with a smile as you turned to the woman who had appeared next to you, introducing yourself and hoping you sounded like you knew you belonged here, just like she did.

Liana glanced between you and Silco, who had already captured her husband’s full attention. Her brows lowered slightly, and you wondered if she had suspicions about her husband’s gambling. “I didn’t know Silco had a partner,” she said carefully.

“Oh, we’re not…together,” you said, laughing airily. “I’m just accompanying him tonight.”

“I see,” Liana said, though now her smile seemed frozen in place, and you wondered if you’d offended her somehow. But nevertheless she called over a couple of her friends, whose names you quickly forgot, and for a moment you were very pleased with yourself. There was no chance Liana would try to join her husband’s conversation while you had her distracted like this.

It was at this point that things started to go wrong.

In hindsight, you should have realised what Liana thought you were implying when you’d said you were accompanying your boss, and what a topsider would think of that particular occupation. But you were a few minutes into a banal, vapid conversation with Liana and her friends about something that you weren’t really paying attention to before you realised that they all thought you were a whore he’d hired for the night, and apparently found this very offensive judging by the bladed smiles and barbed compliments that started heading your way. It didn’t help that you were inadvertently showing much more skin than any of them – and how you were supposed to know the current fashions topside, you had no idea. Pretty soon your fingers were itching to take off one of your high-heeled shoes and beat Liana’s face in with it, but you couldn’t exactly square up in the middle of a ballroom as if you were in a Zaunite dive bar.

So instead, you just played dumb.

You let the thinly-veiled insults, the insinuations that you didn’t belong among them, glance off you. Nobody spent their whole life in Zaun without growing their own kind of armour. Right now yours was keeping your smile frozen firmly on your face, and so Liana was too busy with you to notice that her husband was making a business deal with the Eye of Zaun himself, right under her powdered nose.

That thought made you glance over at Silco, and the second your eyes met his, you felt a strange sort of calm descend over you. Rupert Torek was still chatting away, not even a hint of discomfort on his round face. Silco gave you a minute, almost imperceptible nod, raising his glass of wine slightly.

It had actually worked.

You tried to keep your face blank. That only became harder when Silco turned his attention back to Torek and you realised that when you’d looked over at him, he’d already been watching you.

-

Soon after, you excused yourself to go to the ladies’ room. You were pretty sure Liana and her friends forgot all about you as soon as you were out of sight – or at least you hoped so. You didn’t want to know what they’d be saying about you as soon as you were out of earshot.

You didn’t head to the bathroom, though. Instead you went out the way you’d come in, not bothering to collect your coat from the doorman as you went down the stone steps as fast as you could without running.

As soon as you were outside, away from the glare of the house’s lights, you felt the tightness that had settled in your chest loosen. You hadn’t even noticed the anxiety creep under your skin with every barb Liana and her friends had thrown your way, but when it finally dissipated you wondered how you’d been able to breathe at all.

You should go back now that you’d got your fresh air. You couldn’t just disappear.

But one glance back at the shadowy figures moving through the ballroom windows had you moving away from the house, into the shadows of the grounds where nobody would notice the Zaunite girl who was hilariously out of place among them.

The pathways were lit by low electric lights, and there was nobody else out here. You chose a path along the edge of the grounds, shielded on one side by a high wall and on the other by a huge rosebush bordering the lawn. You weren’t sure whether you were really supposed to be out here, but nobody stopped you as you wandered further into the grounds. 

Eventually you found a bench and you sat down, tipping your head back to watch the stars in the sky. You’d only ever seen them when Silco sent you up to Piltover on business, and on those nights there was never time to stop and really look at them. Down in the Undercity it was difficult to see the sky at all through the smog, let alone the dozens of stars that shimmered through the haze of Piltover’s lights.

For some reason you couldn’t name, tears sprang to your eyes unbidden, and you tried to blink them away without ruining your makeup.

Of course, that was the moment you heard footsteps approaching.

“Drinking alone already?”

Your head snapped up to see Silco strolling towards you, and it was then that you realised you still had your glass of wine in your hand. You sighed, taking a sip as your boss sat down next to you.

“Just needed some air,” you muttered as Silco slung his arm over the back of the bench. It didn’t escape you that if you leaned back, he would have his arm around you. “How did it go with Torek?”

“I expect we’ll be getting a visit from him or one of his associates in the near future. His wife wasn’t too much for you, I take it?”

“I handled it. But they’re all just so…ugh.”

Silco chuckled as he pulled a cigar from somewhere in his coat, and you tried not to let the sound startle you. You’d never heard Silco laugh before, not even a little, and the sound was surprisingly warm. “Don’t worry, we won’t have to do this again for a while.” You watched as he held the cigar between his crooked teeth as he flicked his lighter, the strange angle of the lights highlighting his sharp cheekbones as he took a long drag.

“You know, I don’t think we’re allowed to smoke out here.”

“I don’t care.” He blew a long puff of smoke out into the crisp night air, staining it with a rich scent of tobacco and spices. “Is something bothering you?”

You searched for words to explain the anger tightening your throat, but came up with nothing that made sense. You were a numbers girl. Words were Silco’s thing. You shrugged. “It’s stupid. It doesn’t matter.”

“I’m asking, so I would say it does.” His voice had hardened, and you glanced over at him in alarm, though he didn’t look angry.

You didn’t want to push it, though, so you sighed and took a sip from your wine to buy a few seconds, feeling Silco’s mismatched gaze on you the whole time. “It’s just…all they did in there was bitch about things. What I was wearing, how I acted, their husbands, their lives. And yet…” you gestured vaguely at your surroundings. The gardens that must have needed a whole team of people to maintain. The lawn that sat empty when it could have grown enough food to feed a whole street of hungry Zaunites. The house. “They have all this, but it’s all they’ve ever had, so they can’t even see how privileged they really are. Meanwhile we have to scrape every penny just to put food on the table and some people in Zaun don’t even get that. If I lived up here I’d never complain about anything ever again,” you finished, and by now you were speaking into your wine glass, your eyes fixed on the ground.

Silco was quiet for a moment, and you didn’t dare glance up at him to see if you could gauge what he was really thinking. You’d never been so candid with your boss before, and you half expected him to leave and pretend tonight had never happened. The very last thing you expected him to say was, “What if I told you that tonight had been something of a test of your loyalties?”

Now you did look up, and he was watching you with that kind of calculated detachment he was so good at, though something in the hard lines of his face had softened. Or maybe it was just the moonlight.

“I don’t understand, sir.”

He took his time answering, taking another long drag of his cigar and releasing the smoke in a ring. “You’ve been with me a short while now, and you’re a very talented accountant. With your skills and some forged papers you could easily find work topside. Something with less risk and more pay.”

You flushed at his insinuation. “You pay me just fine.”

He rolled his eyes. “All wages are higher topside, you know that. You could have walked out of that house with a whole list of people who would pay you far more than I can for the same work, but you didn’t. Instead you stood there and allowed me to work on Torek while everyone in that room thought you were just some girl I’d hired for the night.”

You started to splutter a protest, but it died on your lips when you realised Silco was right. If you’d revealed your real job it would have raised Liana’s suspicions.

“It’s a long road ahead of us until Zaun is an independent nation. The topsiders won’t let us go without a fight,” he said, his voice dropping in case you weren’t alone in the gardens. “There will be times when you are tempted by offers of money, better jobs in better places, employers who won’t ask you to break the topsiders’ laws every day. I needed to know that you were true to the cause, that you would remain loyal to me even when you had the opportunity to make things easier for yourself.”

“You were giving me an out,” you said as it clicked into place. “Why now?”

“Because by now, you know exactly what you’re getting into by staying. Your choice to work for me is a genuine one.”

“So did I pass? Your test, I mean.”

“We would not be sitting here now if you had failed.”

You weren’t involved in the…bloodier side of Silco’s business, but you weren’t ignorant to it, either. You knew what he did to people he suspected of disloyalty. Would he really have let you go if you’d wanted? Or would you have disappeared into the shadows of the Lanes, never to be heard from again? You wouldn’t be the first. But then you realised that you’d never been afraid of that, because you would never give him a reason to doubt your loyalties. Zaun had to break free of Piltover, and he was the only one with the wits, the resources, and the sheer bloody-mindedness to finally cut the undercity free.

A sudden cold breeze blew in off the river, making the hedges surrounding you tremble, and you became acutely aware that you had left your coat inside. Before you could give yourself the chance to think better of it, you leaned back, and as you’d suspected, Silco didn’t move his arm. He didn’t quite put his arm around you, but he traced a circle on your bare shoulder with the back of his thumb, almost as if he was reluctant to touch you in case he scared you off.

“We can return to the party if you wish,” he said, and now he was near enough for his warm breath on your ear to send shivers along your skin that had nothing to do with the chilled night air.

“I prefer it out here.”

“As do I.” He held his cigar between his teeth as he reached into his coat and produced a small metal hip flask.

You couldn’t help but snort as he uncapped it and the smell of whiskey hit your nose. “You brought your own alcohol?”

He took a swig and then passed the flask to you. “Better than the swill they’re serving in there.”

“That swill is probably very expensive.”

“So is this. Drink.”

You took a small sip and were proud of yourself when you didn’t cough, even though the whiskey was strong enough to make your eyes water. A pleasant warm sensation spread out from your chest as you swallowed, though, and you shivered as you licked a drop off your lip. “Definitely tastes expensive.”

You looked up at him, and Silco’s eyes quickly snapped away from your mouth as he made a vague hum of agreement. For a while neither of you spoke, and you only passed the flask back and forth in companionable silence. The music that drifted towards you on the wind picked up in pace, and you heard the occasional drunken shout in the distance. Still nobody ventured into the dark grounds.

“Earlier I told you that you looked acceptable,” Silco said all of a sudden as he tapped out his half-smoked cigar and put it back in the tin. “I believe I should have told you that you look lovely instead.”

You felt a flush creep up your neck, and you risked a glance up at your boss – who had told you that you would look pretty on his arm, who had trusted you with this mission and had noticed when you slipped off to be alone. Nobody ever did that.

Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe you were delusional or perhaps just stupid. You didn’t really know why you did it, but before you could think better of it, you leaned over and kissed him.

It was only a quick, chaste press of your lips against his, and you instantly regretted it when Silco stayed completely still against you. You jerked backwards, already apologising. “I’m so sorry sir, I shouldn’t—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Silco’s hand was firm on the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him and kissed you. Properly this time. It was your turn to freeze in shock, but you quickly got over it as his tongue danced against yours and you tasted whiskey and smoke. You eagerly let him in as he deepened the kiss, shivering as his hand slid up your leg from your knee to your thigh, and for the first time that night you were glad of your too-short skirt.

You gasped in surprise as he pulled you onto his lap, barely breaking the kiss as he made you straddle him, your skirt riding up as your thighs spread. Feeling bold, you ran your hands through his soft hair, and he hummed in approval as you raked your nails through the short hair at the base of his neck. In response he gave your ass a firm squeeze, grinding you down onto his lap.

And onto the hard length beneath you.

You circled your hips against him as he moved down to your neck, holding you in place with a hand in your hair pulling just tight enough to hurt as he bit more than kissed you, leaving marks that would definitely be impossible to hide in this dress. You couldn’t give a shit. No way were you going back into that stupid party after this.

“Tell me how long you’ve wanted this,” Silco said, emphasising his point with a sharp snap of his hips up against you.

“I—” you started, but you could only focus on his hands creeping up your thighs again. Except this time, they didn’t stop.

“Go on,” he coaxed, as if you were supposed to focus on anything except his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You hissed as he tugged them down and the cold night air hit your pussy, and it faded into a whimper as he trailed his fingers along your lips, pausing to circle your entrance in a way that made your back arch. “And don’t you dare try to lie to me, sweetheart, because you’re already wet for me.”

“Um…” you tried to focus on anything but the soft, barely-there brush of his fingers against your pussy. Every time you tried to grind against his hand he moved away, keeping his touch just a little too soft, the bastard. ���I think – maybe…”

“A few weeks?” he prompted.

“Mm – no…”

He raised an eyebrow, but rewarded your answer by pressing his thumb against your clit, though he still refused to give you what you wanted. Needed.

“Months?”

“Longer. Since… I wanted this since my first day working for you.” Finally, Silco slid one long finger into you as his thumb drew an agonisingly slow circle over your clit, and your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

“Do you want to know a secret, my lovely?” he said, his fingers moving faster, obscene wet noises filling the air.

“M-hm.”

“I have you beat. I’ve wanted this since I interviewed you.”

Your eyes flew open at his admission just as he sank another finger into you without warning. Later. You could think about what he’d said later. For now you just let yourself enjoy the curl of his long fingers inside you, the expert ministrations of his thumb on your clit that sent waves of warm pleasure up your spine.

Until the bastard stopped.

He withdrew his hand from you, and his fingers glistened in the moonlight from your wetness. Your eyes widened as he licked them clean, then he motioned for you to stand. “Get up. Go and stand at the end of the bench.”

You followed his directions on shaky legs, and Silco followed, casually strolling around to stand behind you. You had a good idea of what he intended. He trailed his fingers up your bare arms, then fisted one hand in your hair while the other held your bicep in a bruising grip. “If you want this to stop,” he purred in your ear, “say the word now.”

You only pushed back against him, feeling his hard length behind you.

“I thought not.” Then he bent you over the arm of the bench, the ornate steel armrest digging into your hips as he lifted your skirt and pulled your panties down to your knees. You weren’t sure if you shivered with the cool breeze or the anticipation as you heard him unbutton his pants, his hand still in your hair. Then you hissed as you felt the press of his cock against your centre, arched your back as he slid it through your wetness before finally sinking into you as his free hand started playing with your clit once more.

Your voice rose in a high, keening cry as he sheathed himself inside you, easing the ache of his entry with his fingers on your clit. He stopped abruptly, pulling you up by your hair. “Hush now,” he hissed in your ear as he let go of your hair and shoved his fingers in your mouth. You could taste the echo of yourself on his skin. “You don’t want them to think you really are my whore, do you?”

You choked around his fingers for a moment before you relaxed your throat enough that you could shake your head and make a garbled nuh-uh sound, which earned you a low chuckle.

“I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart,” he said as he started to move, setting a quick, urgent pace that reminded you that anybody could come around the corner and see you bent over a bench with the most powerful man in the Undercity driving into you from behind as you gagged on his fingers. Every thrust of his hips ground yours against the metal armrest, and you knew you’d surely have bruises in the morning. “I wish we were somewhere I could fuck you properly. Take you apart piece by piece until you’re nothing more than a writhing, crying mess in my bed. But perhaps you do like the idea of someone seeing you, seeing how well you’re taking me. How wet you are.” His breathing was becoming shallow as he fucked you, but that didn’t stop the stream of filth from his mouth. “I don’t know about you, but I would kill to see the look on Ko Shosu’s face when he realises we used his party to lure his friend into our web and then defiled his rose garden right under his nose.”

He said something else after that too, but you’d stopped listening to his words and let the low, rough cadence of his voice be the final push you needed over that peak you’d been approaching, once interrupted and now higher than ever. Even Silco’s fingers in your mouth weren’t enough to muffle your cries as you came, your thighs shaking from the strain of standing while your walls clamped down on Silco’s cock, over and over again in waves of agonising bliss. He followed soon after, and you felt a warm rush as he spilled himself inside you with a groan he muffled in your neck.

For a moment you both stood there, catching your breath. You sighed in relief as Silco removed his fingers from your mouth, and after tucking himself away he cleaned you up with a handkerchief before pulling your panties back up for you. “You felt just as good as I’d imagined you would,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your abused scalp.

“Is that something you imagined often, sir?” you said teasingly.

“Most nights,” he murmured into your hair. “And perhaps some days, too.”

Well, damn. You had no idea what to say to that, other than, “Me too.” Maybe you had actually drank too much. “Take me home,” you said, leaning back against his chest as he straightened out your skirts. You felt him smile against your hair.

“It would be my absolute pleasure.”

[chxrry-moth]

Petulance

pairing: silco x fem!reader (nsfw)

AO3

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

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

word count: 5.4k

adorably aesthetic mdni banner by @cafekitsune

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She seems pretty cranky tonight.” 

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

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

“Whatcha doin’?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Intolerable minx.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No.”

Silence.

“Then what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t be cheeky.”

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

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

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

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

“Are you..asking me to stay?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long what would take?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Silco,” you whine, “please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, point taken.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

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

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

“...No?”

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

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

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

“Whatever pleases you, I suppose.” 

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Sitting Pretty

Silco x GN! Reader

Summary: Helping Silco with his eye and makeup.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Fluff, Using a medical device, Needles, Makeup

Walking into the cold office, seeing Silco turned in his chair, holding the touch-up kit he survived off of. Even on days with no public outings, he insisted on applying the makeup, feeling as if he kept the compact mirror closer than you at times.

"Looks cakey," you point out only to tease the man, hearing as he sighed, putting down the mirror, hating it when you pointed out his poor application skills.

Resting against the desk, standing between his legs as he turned back around, ignoring his pissed face, you move to the drawer, pulling out his simmer.

Putting the device together as he shifted in his chair, ready for the discomfort, cupping the unscarred cheek steadying your hand before placing the needle over his eye. With a quick push, the simmer was administered, hearing the pained cries as his head crashed into you, seeking comfort.

Holding his head close, keeping quiet for him to have a peaceful recovery, only lasting seconds ending in his arms wrapping around you.

"Thank you," he whispers weakly, pulling away from your shirt, seeing the mess. Makeup smeared all over. Looking up at the uncaring Silco, you sighed, turning around to grab the makeup.

"Get over here," doing as you say, looking up, allowing you to apply the makeup carefully, finishing up letting him have a look at your flawless work. Knowing Sevika was minutes away, you kissed his untouched cheek before heading off into his city of Zaun.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @sophieissleepy @birbita

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Hello! I was wondering if you could write some Silco x female reader headcannons where he's protective over them. We saw a lot of his concern and willingness to do whatever it took to not lose someone with Jinx and I loved it. I'm just really soft for this man 🥲 thank you!!

I got you homie

Protective Silco Headcannons

Note: yolo

Reader: female implied

We all know how protective he is of Jinx

Now just imagine someone he's like in love love with- man will give up everything

Not only because he knows you're important to him your important to Jinx as well

This shows in about everything you do.

He's not super super overly protective (like yandere), but he is super protective

Especially in crowds, people are evil, he knows, and he won't have anyone trying to grab in any way

Man hates PDA but with you it's different, eapecially if a man is getting too close

He thinks your too nice, and he'll tell you that

You enjoy your lover being protective of you

Will purposely buy you the sharpest dagger as a gift

"What are you running with?" "A Knife!" "NO!" type of realtionship

"You look at her? I stab you" "can I stab them?" "Only after there dead"

Will tend all of your injuries, both angry and being soft as he stiches you up

Honestly is so glad you like animals more than humans because well he knows humans are dicks

"Look! It's hurt!" "Y/n. My dear get the possum our of my office." "His name is Winchester!" "Well get Winechester out my office please"

Becomes best friends with Winchester

Ask Winchester to look after you when its just the two of them

Smart Possum

Imagine you Prego, he's Helicopter mom w/ helicopter possum

You Jinx and a new baby? Okay he's on edge now

Fuck with you fuck with his lit cigar in your eye

Will push you behind him if there is danger

Tells you to take the kids and run if something goes south

Listens to your concerns, sometime times to reason with you

Will tell you everything he does is for you and the kids

It really is all for his family

Thank him for protecting you and all the sudden he's shy, and acting like its no big deal

Running your fingers over his vest prasing him for protecting you: oh god, he's flustered but refuses to show it

Kiss him while thanking him- expect to have another kid like immediately 😫

But him protecting you doesnt mean he puts you under him or thinks you cant protect yourself

Shit sometimes he thinks your protecting him instead with some of the things you can do

Its mutual actually in a sense

"I wanna be like daddy and protect you and Jinx momma!" "Im sure you will one day baby, but let me protect you for now? Hm?"

Likes to watch over you read to the kids either it be young jinx or a Jinx's younger sibling as you put them to bed, usually he'll watch from the door way

Honestly? Just trying to be a good father and protect his family

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„Your beauty never ever scared me”

Silco x gn! reader

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

Summary: you reassure silco when he's feeling insecure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

((no work got done that night))

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Can I request some yan silco headcannons with reader who's shy?

Imagine: Platonic Yandere Silco with a shy reader

TW/CW: Mentions of blood & implied torture/death/anxiety

As the eye of Zaun, Silco is aware of the dangers on the streets of the under-city, folks addicted to his shimmer & drink to unlearn their miserable lives.

Silco has some of his men observe you throughout the city, whether that be in the lanes or Piltover, & has them report anything or anyone that causes you trouble. He understands that those in the under-city & Piltover aren't kind & that for someone like you, it can very well be overwhelming.

Besides with Jinx & to some extent Sevika, Silco isn't a man of mercy & he takes any gird thrown at you as a personal insult. Silco doesn't necessary relish in having his hands soaked with their cherry innards but will if he must.

Silco makes in known that no harm must come to touch you & if that were to happen, to deal with the threat as briskly as possible. He'll dispatch his men to find the culprit & spend hours displaying what happens to those who can't obey his words.

The eye of Zaun grasps your trouble with social situations & so, sticks close to you in a way to help you know that he's still there. If Silco ever witnesses someone distress you, he won't hesitate to make things ugly as he orders Sevika to deal with the pest as he leads you far off from them.

Silco often expresses how he views himself to have you acknowledge that he understands where you're coming from. Though dubious, he recalls the day of that night with Vander, him clawing at his friend in pure adrenaline & fear. He's fine with being your personal emotional support, he craves for the intimacy & wants you to confide in him all your worries.

Silco has had to pull Jinx off or away from you on more than one occasion, especially if she was in one of her fits. He comprehends that her unstable, fickle attitude alongside her hunger for a brawl can surely prostrate you. He'll bring you to the comforts of his office as a space to ease away your perturbation.

He insists that you remain in his office as he states it's the only place where the chaos from outside won't touch. He refuses to let you go on the grounds of Piltover alone, having Jinx or him going with you instead, stating how those of high status neglect them & are hypocrites when it comes to their ideals of "equality" & how he doesn't want them to crush & taint you with their lies.

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Happenstance (yandere!Silco/gn!Reader) Pt. 10

here's the end, short and sweet to wrap it up. what a ride it's been lmao.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10-End

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When you returned home, the first thing that happened was Silco dumping you in the bathtub to be cleaned. You expected him to leave, but to your surprise he’d taken it upon himself to bathe you. At first you were embarrassed by his insistence, but nothing uncouth happened as he smoothed the sponge over your skin and ran his fingers through your blood-matted hair.

He was silent, only mumbling quiet directions to you to move your head back or to lift your arms up. Despite his calm exterior, you weren’t a fool. There was a familiar anger inside that bubbled to the surface in the force behind his scrubbing, and he was lost alone in his thoughts. You worried your lip as you wondered what to do, but by the time you decided anything he drained the water from the tub.

In the time it took you to finish getting clean, a doctor had arrived to look you over - beyond some nasty bruises and the laceration on the back of your head that had been stitched up neatly, you received a clean bill of health. From the corner of your eye, Silco finally fully relaxed when he heard that news.

While you weren’t hungry, Silco had practically force-fed you in silence, not letting you get a single complaint in. Not that you would at this point - the moment you stepped through the door and were considered safe, his demeanor was sullen and quiet. Warily you regarded him between spoonfuls of soup as he avoided looking at you in favor of spinning the spoon around the inside of the bowl.

Finally, when the food was cleared away and Silco returned to the room, you confronted him.

“Talk to me.”

“I haven’t much to say, unfortunately.”

“That’s a lie,” You accused, and you could see in the low light of the room that his tongue was poking against his cheek, jaw working as he chewed on it to keep words from coming forth. Silco said nothing, only unbuttoning his vest and removing his boots. Despite it still being early morning, Silco climbed into bed with you and sat close enough that your thigh pressed against his. Taking the invitation, you curled up against his side as he sat back against the headboard.

“I am struggling to reconcile the feelings in my heart and the thoughts in my head.”

“Tell me. Please?”

You knew he wanted to stew over it longer, but the plea that you directed at him easily broke down his resolve to settle in his anger. Instead, he chest lifted and lowered with a long, shaking sigh before he finally let you in.

“Logically, I know you didn’t leave with malicious intent - you told me multiple times you were planning to come home. But… In my heart, I’m raging. Furious, because you left me despite saying you would not.”

His words struck you - both at their sincerity, and the fact that he seemed to understand that his actions previously were not logical. You smoothed a hand along his chest, splaying it against his skin to absorb some of his warmth. Silco relaxed into your touch in silence, letting you mull over his dilemma before breaking the silence once more.

“Even now, when I know that Aleic had intended to kill me and you warned me about it - you could just as easily have let him do it. You would have been free of me, just like you want.”

“Wanted,” You blurted suddenly, and Silco stiffened under you as you pulled yourself closer, “Not anymore. I-I… don’t want that. I don’t want to leave your side.”

Finally, Silco touched you. The arm you were laying on wrapped around your shoulders - taking care to avoid the back of your head - and his other hand cupped against your cheek so he could look you in the eye. You could see the confusion on his face, blue eye blinking more than usual as he tried to make sense of your words.

“Truly?”

“Yes, Silco… I-I…” Your breath caught, words unable to pass your throat as you watched the myriad of expressions on his face - confusion, realization, love. The pass of his thumb across your lower lip was tender, the only warning you got before he leaned in to press his lips against yours with a sigh that harmonized with your own in its relief.

Kissing him was your true homecoming tonight. None of the others had compared to this one - just the simple movement of two lovers that had nearly been pulled from one another. Maybe it was the situation you’d just come from, or the thought in the back of your mind that you had finally come to terms with, but this was the first one that felt right.

You kissed Silco with all the passion you could muster, throwing everything you had into the gesture to show him exactly what you felt. And when he pulled away to take a shuddering breath you spoke the words into existence, watching the expression of shock and wonder dawn across his face as he realized what you’d said.

“I love you.”

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kinda want to groom silco. after jinx leaves him for vi, i really want to tap into that well of abandonment trauma that runs so deep in his heart. he’ll hate me at first, bc i’m standing in the way of him and jinx. but eventually, he’ll come to understand. it will take sooooo long but i’m a patient person.

‘who did you love, silco?’ i’ll ask with his head in my arms and my hand through his hair, ‘did they love you back?’

‘jinx did’ he’ll say.

‘how?’

he’ll list the little trinkets she gave him when she was a kid and the medicine she administered to him over the years. and i’ll ask what else she did. flashes of her stabbing him with his injector when she got mad, tying him up for days and leaving him when he wouldn’t give in to what she wanted. those memories are plenty too, but he doesn’t say them out loud.

i know it’s working when he doesn’t let me stay out late with others and gets unreasonably aggravated when he thinks there’s secrets between us. for fun i ask him what he’d do if i left him. without missing a beat he tells me he’ll kill me.

how romantic.

then jinx returns. because all good things must come to an end sooner or later. but it’s ok. bc if i’m smarter than him, i’m smarter than her. see u in hell, jinx.

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Oh oh! Silco is so yandere, but also very secretly soft. Like he tightly restrains himself mostvof the time, but if his person is hurt or upset it is iron fist of rage followed immediately by moving his lovely to a private space where he can wrap himself around them and reassure himself they are ok while he tries to treat them or get them to rest or let out their fear and tears to him. He craves being the one to care for them and the intimacy of it, even if he doesn't quite realize his lovely is still scared of him a bit or is afraid that if they do the wrong thing/don't hold it together that Silco will kill them too. (Silco's been obsessed from afar mainly, and a handful of interactions between them is enough for him to be devoted but they might still be scared rhey will be punished or hurt for even a minor mishap ir scuffle with enforcers)

I was hoping someone would send me Silco stuff, because I am so in love with him. His affection for Jinx at the end really showed us how soft he is, and with his bit of psycopathy and his mass amounts of power in Zaun, he is a perfect candidate to be a yandere

I like to think that he met the reader when they were working in one of his Shimmer factories. A lowly worker bee, stuggling not to starve on the streets of Zaun, when one day they somehow manage to catch the eye of the man himself.

He doesn't know exactly what it is that draws him to you, but when he sees you there, working hard and still somehow managing to smile, he can't help bit wonder what goes on in your head. What motivates you, and what brought you here, to him?

He checks up on that factory a lot more often from then on, and you start to notice the sound of extra footfalls on your way home.

After the Topsiders started clearing out shimmer factories, he would be too worried about you to let you continue working out of his sight. He offers you a desk job- a secretary of sort, just for him, and you know you don't have an option to say no.

He tries to ask you about your family, friends, living situation, anything about you at all, but you keep it vague in fear that he might use it against you.

It doesn't seem to deter his interest in you. In fact, he only becomes more obsessed with knowing everything about you. You know for certain there are people following you home, and Silco seems to be getting... touchy with you at work. It's really becoming all too much for you to handle, and when you find yourself in Silco's office, backed up against his desk and caged by his frame, you just can't stop the tears from flowing.

Silco is more than happy to shush you, hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings to you as you cry.

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If your still taking request/prompts I'm literally going feral for the silco content on Tumblr. There's not enough yet and I need morrrrre

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⸺ 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

˚ ✩ 🦋 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🍊

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗼𝘃𝗲! <𝟯

𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗰𝗼’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, & 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

“ever wonder what it’s like to drown?”

silco recounts the memory fondly while conversing with sevika, staring upon the grimy city of zaun beneath him as cigar smoke satiates the walls of his lungs

“there’s peace in water that is holding you, whispering in low tones to let it in, and every problem in the world will fade away.”

he remembers the way his heart stuttered in fear before the accelerating rate simmered to silence; he remembers how he found serenity within the burning fire that wrapped around his body

“i would do anything to feel the peace i felt then. so, for that, i thank my old friend.”

he remembers floating through the expanses of the current as the ricochet between life and death came to a tranquil halt

then, there was blissfully nothing

“that day i let a weak man die, and i won’t let my best henchman fall prey to such weakness, either. find me that gemstone, or i may change my mind…”

outside the uproarious ambiance of the last drop, the crystal glistens beneath your fingertips, illuminating the dark alleyway with its amalgam of enchanting hues

what started as a mere midnight stroll through the grungy streets of zaun turned into a marvelous discovery

you just so happened to lay eyes upon a hextech gemstone tucked beneath a pile of broken beer bottles and cigarette buds

what you thought was an expensive marble that rolled its way from piltover was actually the prized possession of the most dangerous crime lord in the under-city

you nestle the gemstone into your hand, pondered of its potential materialistic matter, and turn tail, only to smack headfirst into the tall frame of silco’s right-hand man

as sevika stares down upon your form, you look to the scars and wounds adorning her face in fear, cowering under her gaze like a guilty puppy

you take a step back, and she takes one forward; this process continues and hastens until you feel your back plummet against the chest of another

silco grasps hold of your wrist, turning you to face him as a faint snicker escapes his mouth at your attempt to hide the crystal in your palm

he stares upon the shadows of violet and blue as they escape through creases of your clenched fingers before his eyes travel up your arm then land on you- oh my god, you

there it is again…

peace

for this mere moment, staring upon the pigments of your irises, silco is at peace; he is no longer just a walking carcass holding a broken soul

he feels alive again, and it is everything

abruptly, you let go of the crystal and charge a blow to his stomach, exploiting his moment of weakness and sprinting away into the busy streets of zaun

as he doubles over in pain, the chaos and torment he had known all his life soon returns, and so does the unfathomable rage

these all-too-familiar feelings permeated everything around silco; hell, he could practically taste the copper flavor of sorrow on his tongue

“w-who was that!?” he demands sevika frantically, sapphire and vermillion colored eyes blown wide in panic

sevika stares back at her boss in bewilderment, still processing the ephemeral event that took place, before leaning down and grasping the crystal in her fingers

silco snatches the gem from her grasp with a scoff like a child whose favorite toy had been stolen, stomping away in humiliation after he had so foolishly revealed his weakness in a matter of seconds

days have passed since the return of the gemstone and silco had just about run to the ends of the earth in search of you

he holds the crystal tight in his grasp, tracing his fingers among the gem and marveling at the memory of you

he had become increasingly possessive of said gemstone, even going as far as to shout at poor jinx when her sticky paws took it into her possession for no less than an hour

it is the only fragment of you he has left, after all

piles of budgeting expenses and shimmer reports have been left discarded on silco's desk, he now spends his days searching through zaun and scanning every citizen document within the city

he has even sacrificed his own power to search piltover top-to-bottom in hopes of finding your illuminating face, but at last, his last sliver of hope in life had vanished off the face of the earth

and after hiding out in the shadows for so long, a mere picture of you in a local market taken by one of the numerous private investigators silco hired sent you directly into the arms of danger, once again

you’re now in a mess of blood and grime after your pathetic attempts to defend yourself against sevika, using whatever disgusting matter you could find within the dank streets to strike against the woman

she holds a gas mask firm to your wounded face as you meekly struggle against her strong force, all before your body weakens into an induced slumber

now, within the grasp of sevika, you feel the ricochet between life and death come to a tranquil halt

“hello again, pretty one” you feel a finger curl beneath your chin, thumb prodding at your bottom lip as your conscious thoughts hit you like a train

you immediately recoil from the touch of your captor while he shushes you like you would a child, nestling you further into the lavish comforter of his bed

his hands trace over the marks and bruises that he has since tended to that were left by sevika, who would soon meet her demise after laying hands on you in such a heinous way

with frantic breaths, you follow in fear as silco rests his forehead against yours, practically giddy at the phenomenon of being so close to you

you shut your eyes and await your supposed death until you catch sight of the familiar shades of violet and azure in your peripheral

“still looking for this?” he says, rolling the hextech gemstone in his fingers, “how about a deal, hmm? i’ll let you keep this crystal as your own, all in return for a simple kiss” his eyes are blown wide in desire as they peer into yours

your face scrunches in disgust at the mere idea, wincing away from his firm hold

god, even a blind man could notice the way his face drops in despair as if your rejection was his worst possible fate

“that’s quite all right,” he emphasized in a desperate attempt to keep his composure, “i’m well aware if i kissed you, i wouldn’t be able to stop myself”

he parts ways from your forehead and restored to cradling your jaw to halt his uncontrollable cravings

meanwhile, your mind is reeling with dread and uncertainties about your current fate

this is all just some act, right? there is no possible way this is the most feared man of zaun, right? i won’t be held captive with some lovesick maniac for the rest of my life… right?

“after all, we have all the time in the world to worry about those inevitable matters... don’t we, dove?”

your heart hammers within your chest, god if only sevika had just killed me then.

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You've already watched the Netflix Arcane series (League of Legends), there are so many good characters to make some yanderes versions of them, but I don't see anyone writing... (example: Viktor, Jayce)

Oh god yes, Arcane. There is just so much good material for yandere characters in it! Here are a few headcanons for the "main characters" aka Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Silco, Viktor, and Jayce. Naturally, this will contain some minor spoilers for Arcane -- especially in Jinx’s section. Is it obvious that I had a LOT of fun with this?  You can choose to read Jinx’ as either platonic or romantic depending on your preference. Content Warnings: “Mild” yandere content, mentions of violence, slight descriptions of wounds and gore/blood, kidnapping, threats of bodily harm/amputation, drugging, mentions of a syringe being used, mentions of smoking, and threats of strangulation. “The usual yandere stuff” but nothing too graphic or heavy.

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

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Vi would be the textbook definition of a protective yandere.

She wouldn’t hesitate to make things ugly when people try to hit on you or get too close to you.

And the best part is if you worry when she comes home all bloody and with a few cuts and bruised knuckles.

She would try to keep her “dealings” hidden from you at first because you shouldn’t need to see it.

So coming back home to you and you patching her up and begging her to be careful makes it all even more worth it.

To you, she’s just a friend who keeps getting herself in trouble.

Trouble in the lanes is very common, but you beg her to stay safe.

And Vi does her best to keep you from worrying.

She really does, but...

Of course, eventually, someone will make an advance too bold, like lay a hand on you while flirting and Vi will see red and won’t be able to wait and punch this guy to death or hold back, brutally mutilating him in front of your eyes.

And everything she’s done will be revealed.

She will yell at you, blood splattered on her face and covering her fists, about all the people she’s hurt.

All the people she has killed.

All for you!

But don’t be scared, sweetheart.

She’d never hurt you!

... Unless you try to leave her, but that won’t happen, right?

Right?

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Born and raised as a Noble Kiramann, Cait is used to getting whatever she wants (even though she’s had to fight for some things like getting to be an enforcer).

You are not an exception to this.

It doesn’t matter where you’re from -- if it’s Piltover or the Lanes, or somewhere else entirely and it doesn’t matter what status you have.

You’re just a breath of fresh air for Cait with your ideas and ways of thinking and oh, she just needs you.

Cait joined the Enforcers to do good and help fight the injustice of the system, but if she needs to, she will not hesitate to abandon some of those morals.

You see, she needs to keep you with her no matter what...

It feels like you’re a part of her she’s been missing, that she needs to be complete.

Such a shame you had plans to leave -- be it back to the lanes, your home region, or even just your house in Piltover

And such a shame your handkerchief that had mysteriously vanished even though you swore you had it in your pocket had been found at the scene of a crime.

Seems like Caitlyn Kiramann, the promising Enforcer will have to keep an extra eye on you while in lockup.

Ever the hard worker, she will personally keep watch of you -- maybe even in her own house while she questions you for the crime.

No one would question the motives of such a hard worker!

And you just keep denying the crime...

Well, dearest, she has all the time in the world to get you to “confess”.

But don’t think that means that you’ll be let go!

Oh no, you’ll be staying with her regardless.

In time, you’ll realize that this is the best place for you!

By her side.

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Broken, abandoned, cast aside, crazy... The world has not been kind to Jinx.

Except you.

It’s a coincidence, your meeting.

You find her on the bridge after her duel with Ekko before Silco arrives, having run over there once the commotion died down.

Immediately, you see Jinx hurt and bleeding on the ground

You run over, stumbling on debris, and cradle her head gently.

Softly, you keep talking to her half-fainted form, telling her that everything is going to be alright. You've got her!

You tear your clothes, wrap fabric around wounds and try to put pressure on her deepest wounds.

When you see the shape of a man in the distance, you're quick to yell for help, saying that you have a wounded girl here.

Silco runs over as fast as he can, and any and all thoughts of you potentially having been the one to hurt Jinx are gone when he sees the crudely wrapped wounds, your own torn clothing, and how your hands are bloodied and desperately pressing down on a weeping wound. 

Jinx’s head rests in your lap and she mumbles something incoherent.

Silco thanks you profusely for your help and grabs Jinx, explaining that she’s his daughter and that he’ll get her to a doctor immediately.

You try to ask him to let you follow, but he shakes his head and thanks you for your help, promising to repay you later.

And then he disappears down the other end of the bridge with Jinx in a firm hold.

Jinx, while being treated by Singed has a lot of memories being distorted in her mind of her sister and her new “partner”, but also you...

The person who cared about her and helped her.

She remembers your calming voice, the soft way you held her and let her rest in your lap while you tried to patch her up.

Her delusions and the drugs passing through her system rewire these memories, however.

Instead of just feeling gratitude, she starts to feel more.

You must care about her!

Love her, even!

It’s clear from the way you helped her!

The realization that she needs you something so desperately is what finally makes her open her crazed eyes.

And she wastes no time making up a plan with Silco, who quickly understands how important this is for Jinx and turning her into his masterpiece.

You don’t see either of them for a long time, but one day, you see a pair of familiar blue braids next to a tall man in the market.

Then, the girl disappears in the blink of an eye, and the next second, you feel a pain in the back of your head before everything goes dark.

When you wake up, you find yourself on an unfamiliar cot, the sounds of someone tinkering with something mechanical filling your ears.

With a groan you open your eyes, hearing tools clatter onto the floor.

“You’re finally awake!” Jinx’s bright, enthusiastic smile is the first thing you see, and she throws her arms around you.

“I thought I was a goner on that bridge, but you saved me!” She cheers, nuzzling into your tired body.

“And I know why you did it too! You love me! Unlike that awful sister...” she hissed the last part, grip around you tightening. 

Vaguely, you see Silco in a corner of the room, with a pleased smile. 

“And you won’t ever leave me because you love me, right!” Jinx says, clearly filled with her delusions.

She grabs your cheeks tightly squishing your face together as her crazed pink eyes stare into yours. 

“And if you do, I’ll cut off your legs so you can’t try to leave me ever again.”

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The Eye of Zaun, Lord of the Underground, the Industrialist. A man afraid of using nothing to get what he wants.

No matter the cost, the deaths, or how dirty he has to get his hands, he will get what he wants.

And there are only two things on his mind after getting his revenge on Vander. A free nation of Zaun -- completely independent from Piltover’s unjust influence.

And you.

I like the idea of you being someone who shares similar ideals to him about how people in the Lanes are discriminated against -- whether you’re from the Lanes yourself, Piltover, or somewhere else entirely.

At first, Silco will merely want another pawn or recruit to further his cause, but after learning more and more about you through reports from underlings he’s sent out to follow you -- and sometimes even his own observations -- he realizes that he wants more than just another ally from you.

He wants you.

Sevika, who is his most trusted ally, realizes this pretty quickly as well. As we know, her alliance lies with the strongest person with the best chance of helping Zaun -- not to Silco himself, but she can see clear as day that when Silco gets his hands on you, he will be near unstoppable at liberating Zaun.

So she actually takes it into her own two hands to bring you to him.

It’s too risky to properly try anything up Top, so she creates an excuse for you to come down if you’re in Piltover. If you’re already in the Lanes, it just makes it easier for her.

Sevika had Singed make a potent tranquilizer that she injects into your neck at the first, best opportunity.

Imagine Silco’s surprise when he gets back to his office after checking on the production of Shimmer in one of his warehouses to see you asleep in his chair.

Sevika steps out from the shadows in the corner and lights a cigar, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“I sped up your plans,” she said. “Have fun with her.” Then, she leaves.

Silco can’t believe his eyes as he runs a hand down your cheek

You’re here.

You’re his.

And he has no intention of letting you go now...

You’d wake up in a sitting position, feeling warmth against your back.

Out of all the weird places to fall asleep and wake up, you never thought you’d wake up sitting in the lap of Silco, who had his arms around you, writing something on the sheets of paper spread out in front of him on the desk.

Immediately, you’d try to stand up, but his grip would merely tighten, and the remnants of the tranquilizer would definitely make you too weak to properly struggle.

“Finally awake, I see,” Silco would muse, letting go of the pen.

Terrified, you’d ask where you were and what he was going to do with you.

He would chuckle and nuzzle his face into the side of your neck, lips moving against your skin when he spoke.

“You’re with me now, and will stay with me forever,” he simply said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He reached into the second drawer of his desk with one of his hands and pulled out a gun, very similar to the injection gun with the purple Shimmer he used on his eye, but with an opaque liquid loaded.

“I am not going to pull out any stops at all to make you stay here. If I need to use this to drug you again, I will. If you try to run, I’ll chain you down, and if you repeatedly try to run, I will break your legs and ever so slowly inject you with Shimmer until you stop resisting. Am I making myself clear?”

Shaking in terror, all you could do was nod and try to hold back your tears as Silco set the gun down and picked up the pen, resuming his work, holding you close.

Getting the Eye of Zaun to have his eye on you was the worst thing that could have happened to you.

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An inventor devoted to his work over anything else -- Viktor isn’t a person people expect to gain romantic feelings for anyone, believing him too absorbed in his work to even consider anything else.

Yet, inexplicably, he does catch feelings. Something he didn’t quite know how to

And how these feelings bother him. They keep interfering with his work!

He can't get you out of his mind even when working on the hextech core.

And Viktor can’t see why you out of all people made such an impact on him.

You’d been one of many people coming up to talk to Jayce during the Progress Day celebrations and even managed to snag a hold of him for a moment before he had time to withdraw, not being a huge fan of crowds.

He thought he could just be a bit polite and get the interaction done with, as he’d done with everyone else who’d tried to talk to him -- thank them for their kind words and interest in him and his work, and then say that he must get back to the lab.

But you were different.

You asked questions about his research -- but not in the way all greedy journalists and investors did, wanting to get the next big scoop and a hint of the next inventions, or in the way of a researcher trying to steal their work.

But as someone with a genuine interest in the specifics of how it worked.

You even offered him some ideas of your own inventions and stabilizations, showing him diagrams, calculations, and notes, and quickly, what Viktor thought would be a quick meeting ended with him bringing you along to the lab, spending hours talking about his work.

You had a completely new angle to look at Hextech from that neither Viktor nor Jayce had considered, and after a few rapid calculations scrawled on the board, Viktor solved one of the problems he’d had with the Core.

“How do you know this? How did you think of this?” he asked, blown away.

You, feeling your cheeks heat up at the praise answered that you didn’t really know, but you’d decided to try out a completely different angle looking at hextech and it worked.

Which is why you’d approached him, wanting to help.

You didn’t care about the glory or prestige of being an inventor, this had just been something you’d decided to do for fun, and the fact that it had helped made you more than happy.

Even after you’d left the lab, leaving your notes behind, Viktor couldn’t stop thinking about you and how different you were from any other inventor or scientist he’d met. Maybe it was because you weren’t a scientist.

With the help of your workings and perspective, he was able to make more progress on all the inventions he and Jayce had been struggling with progressing on in a week than they had in three months.

And all the time he worked, his mind was plagued with thoughts of you.

It had long since surpassed just the interest in the way your mind worked, and the interest had spread to everything else about you as well.

Your smell, the soft skin of your hands when you’d shaken his or moved his hand to add to an equation, your bashfulness.

You displayed so many wonderful emotions and Viktor wanted, no, needed to see more of them.

Late at night after Jayce had gone home, his private research was no longer focused on the Hextech Core, but on you.

Things he needed to keep you, study you.

Have you.

To anyone else, this was clearly an unhealthy obsession, but no one knew enough about what Viktor was doing to be able to know anything, much less put a stop to it.

And to Viktor, these emotions must be natural. He’s had trouble with emotions before, but this; the feelings he has for you, just feel so right.

He felt the same thing when he first started inventing.

Pulling a few strings with Jayce and his connections in the Council, finding your address is no problem, and when you finally reveal yourself after he knocks, he swears that his heart skips a beat.

In a flash, he’s stuck a pair of Hextech cuffs on you that before you even have the chance to ask what’s happening have teleported you away back to his private lab into a large container.

Viktor is back at the lab fast, relishing in the look of panic and sheer terror on your face as you pound on the glass of the cylinder, begging him to let you out.

Victor taps his glove, and a force draws your wrists up toward the roof of the cylinder, making you unable to move your arms. Another tap and the glass around the cylinder lowers so that he can reach you.

Hushing, he places a hand on your trembling cheek, wet with tears.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.

In a panic, you try to lash out with your legs, but he attaches cuffs to those too and renders your legs immobile.

“W-what are you going to do with me?” you whimper as a final hextech object attaches around your neck -- a collar.

Viktor hushes you again, brushing a few stray tears off your cheeks and sliding your hair behind your ear.

“You’re the first person to make me feel like this. Make me feel anything at all. I need to study you, make sure I know what’s causing this. I can’t get you out of my head,” he whispers, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before stepping out of the cylinder and using the controller on his glove to raise the glass again as well as release the force keeping your arms and legs frozen in place.

You collapse onto the floor and sob, vaguely, through your tears seeing his distorted grin as he picks up a notebook.

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Jayce would definitely be possessive and manipulative, having honed that craft in the Council.

He’s very quick to decide that you’re the person he wants as a partner, and he tries to court you, sending gifts and privileges, and asking you on date after date.

Only for you to constantly decline.

You refuse his date offers, try to send the gifts back, and leave the flowers he’s sent you on your doorstep.

This only motivates Jayce to try harder and harder to earn your affection, becoming increasingly desperate.

Then one day, it happens.

He sees you on a date with a man he’s never seen before, talking and laughing at a café.

He’d been on his way with a new bouquet of flowers to leave at your house, and those flowers now fall from his hands as he feels... empty.

All the hard work, time spent, and all devotion to you and courting you are meaningless he realizes, feeling bits of his heart and mental stability crack.

And it’s all that man’s fault.

Jayce turns on his heel, rushing back to the Council chambers to contact Caitlyn to get an update on recent crimes, as well as look through files to find who this man who thought stealing the heart of a Councilman was an acceptable thing to do.

It doesn’t take long before his plan is at work, your “boyfriend” being framed for a particularly gruesome crime.

When you come home that evening after having witnessed him being taken away by the Enforcers, Jayce is sitting at your dining table, waiting for you.

He’s pressed you to a wall before you have time to turn around and run out of the door.

Shaking with fear, you manage to stutter our “w-what are you doing here?” to which he only sighs, a look of mock sympathy on his face.

“It hurts my feelings, you know?” He trailed a hand that wasn’t keeping you pinned to the wall across your cheek.

“Playing with my feelings like this. Constantly denying me, not accepting my gifts.”

“Even going as far as to date someone else to make me jealous,” he hisses, letting his hand rest wrapped around your neck. He isn’t applying any pressure, but the threat is there.

Realization dawns on your face.

“What did you do?” you ask, starting to tremble.

Jayce chuckles. “They have enough evidence for the crimes he’s committed to execute him, you know.”

Tears roll down your cheeks. “Please no! He didn’t do anything!”

“Oh, I know angel. At least nothing to do with those crimes, but the crime of stealing you away from me warrant the punishment he’s going to get, don’t you think?”

Jayce pauses for a second, admiring how pretty you look shoved up against a wall, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Unless... some evidence might mysteriously vanish, and his life will be spared to be lived out in prison,” he says, putting a contemplating look on his face.

“Please,” you sob. “I’ll do anything.”

Jayce grins. A horrifying, crazed grin that sends shivers down your spine.

All playful wordplay is gone now, and his voice drops.

“Be mine. No one else’s. Don’t talk to anyone else or look at anyone besides me, and I’ll make sure he lives.”

You force yourself to nod. You get the feeling that Jayce isn’t going to let you go even if you don’t agree, and you would be right about that.

As he leans forward to finally meet your lips in a kiss, you can only pray that he will keep his word.

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Yandere Silco (And a Sprinkle of Yandere Jinx) with an Author/Writer Darling (HC’s)

A/n - Im bored again and this was just in my drafts so here we are. I promise I’ll get something that isn’t Silco or Arcane related out later, I just really wanted to do something with my trembling hands. (I’m not fucking kidding. Why is my right hand painless and shaking so much??? Please help-)

Pairings - Silco x reader (Romantic), Jinx x reader (Platonic)

Warnings - Yandere stuff (Kidnapping etc.), mentions of sex, swearing, isolation/seclusion from society (Suppose it could just be warned as “Yandere punishments” but okay.), manipulation (Sort of) 

ALSO I DON’T CONDONE THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOUR!!! THIS ISN’T COOL OR SEXY IN REAL LIFE!!! IT’S SCARY AND TRAUMATISING AS FUCK FOR THE VICTIM/S!!! I’M JUST REALLY DAMN BORED-

Probably met you at a “Meet the Author!” Type of thing in Zaun (If people even still read down there but if not, we’re just going to pretend they do.)

Feelings develop after he reads a few pages of a novel you’ve written and has seen you in action, signing books and what not.

Keep reading

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Silco Falling for a Firelight 🔥

A/N: Did someone say enemies to lovers? Enemies to lovers with less than mutual attraction and lots of tension let's go!!!

The painted mask you wore was based after a raven. Something Silco could admire. The Raven and crows were some of the few birds in Zaun able to survive the smog and pick through the trash fishing out treasures. They were resilient and often beautiful birds with glistening feathers and despite being seen as dirty they were very clean. The raven you wore was a message. You were someone quick, and tenacious. Someone with a cunning mind and mischievous spirit. You honored the animal you wore well.

A resourceful and quick thinking chemist you were good at mixing concoctions on the battle field and using them against his crew. Flash bombs and small projectiles flying off your board as you soared above his men being some of your favorite weapons to use in battle. Always attacking with this creative unforgettable flair as you do complicated tricks almost like a bird flying.

You weren't much of a killer compared to those you worked with or those you fought against but you did what you had to too get things done and you weren't hesitant in your actions. Silco had a mild respect for this and for you. You weren't brutish in nature, having an almost dignified attitude as you fought. Never taking cheap shots despite his men never heistating too use one on you. Always focused on the task at hand but never afraid to switch it up.

Thinking of plans to adapt to any situation no matter how insane you were often unscarred after your battles and came out in some small way victorious. You'd stolen and blown up shimmer shipments, put his strongest underlings in hospitals or StillWater Prison, attacked the Chem barons operations and resources, left notes in his office to remind him you were coming for him, and destroyed his shimmer plants and factories somehow leaving his workers alive and well. You were a revolutionist but you weren't a monster. You had clear morals and you kept to them, never letting anyone change you.

Jinx notes to her father once how you often looked like you were flying with how graceful you were on your board and how your jacket billowing behind you reminded her of bird wings. You were fast on the ground as well taking people out before hoping on your board to retreat when you were done. She also noted how you could take a lunch and deliver one. In a sketch she free of you he noted your board had black raven wings with silver feathers and golden gears on the bottom. She often drew you for target practice not being able to shoot the real thing but Silco found himself keeping some of her sketches. No one could ever shoot you out of the sky but damn did they try.

You ran the FireLights with Ekko. It wasnt hard to figure that out. You two weren't the leaders as the FireLights didn't operate the same way Silcos gang did but he'd seen you on enough missions to know they listened to you. They followed you. Though he also noticed how you did many missions on your own. You did risky manuveures at even riskier jobs and yet you almost always won in some way that pissed Silco off. With you gone and out of the way his job would become much easier so you become a target. One he vows to personally take out.

And yet he'd never been able to even come close to killing or actually capturing you.

He should hate you. Loathe your very existence. And yet you bring an excitment to his life that even shimmer can't deliver. Jinx seems to be interested in you as well but not in the way he is. He mulls over you while making plans and tries to find out who you are with his multiple contacts. Your a ghost, a whisper on the streets of Zaun. No name, no face. Just your notorious Raven mask and board as you zoom across the rooftops of the Undercity.

Silco is always two steps ahead of everyone but for once here you are, someone who seems to be three steps back and about to be captured only to pull a stunt that has you coming out winning. He always thinks he has you and than you slip through his fingers at the last moment and he suddenly doesn't.

You've become a problem he can't ignore. He wasn't ignoring you before but it's become a near obsessive drive to find you. The FireLights were strong before but with you their unstoppable. You have stolen shipments of shimmer, beaten some of his best men to a pulp and gotten them arrested, outsmarted his most complex schemes, and escaped his grasp more time than he can count. He hates you. He loathes you. He does. Yet he's obsessed with you and he wants you on his team. He wants you with him. He wants you.

You leave him keepsakes of your victories and as infuriating as it is he finds it endearing as well. You've gained his attention and his respect. Both are things that many people seek but never get. A shelf lines his office wall with the threatening notes you leave him and the various trinkets of your wins and his loses. They remind him of why he must beat you. Of why he needs to unmask you. For on his shelf is an empty spot where he'll hang the raven once he's won. Once you've joined him and become his.

The first time your mask gets knocked off in a fight he's speechless. Silco doesn't often do field work with his lackies yet here he is and there you are. Eyes burning angry like coals and hot with the fire of rebellion as you stare at him with a maskless and bloody face. He's dumbfounded by how beautiful you look with a dab of oil on your cheek and blood dripping down your nose. And he wants to freeze time forever in this moment. With the ash and smoke surrounding you as you stare at him with that look.

He doesn't know you. Not personally but once a long time ago you were apart of the Sons and Daughter's of Zaun. You had fought in countless battles but had never really spoken or interacted. You were just people fighting in the same war for the same things. It seems you've found a new cause to fight with the FireLights. And suddenly it all makes sense.

He holds the mask close your name leaving his lips as he watches you. And even as you turn and run from him he can't stop staring at the cracked mask in his face thinking of your face. Of how he was so close and so far this entire time. Memories of flashbombs used on the bridge and stolen gunpowder being turned into various weapons to fight the Enforcers fill his head. This entire time it was all right in front of him and he missed it. This mask was the final piece to pull it all together.

You complete each other in an odd sort of way he muses as he smokes and stares at his little trophy. His first real prize since you've started this game of cat and mouse with him. Tracing the hand painted markings resembling a raven on the mask he hums remembering how you had always liked the bird. Said you'd fly an air ship someday so you could fly with them. He laughed then and it drawls a chuckle out of him now. Simpler times and simpler days he supposes. He smiles realizing you got your way and could now fly.

He knows who you are. He supposes it was always there and a small part of him but none of that mattered. He knew for sure and he'd find you. Taking a puff of his cigar leaning back he exhales the smoke. He thinks of your body, your face, your smile, and your eyes. They were etched into his mind forever. He would find you and when he did he'd never let you go again.