Warnings: Canon typical violence, dark themes, fluff, angst, a touch of some body horror, violence, talks about children death, Zaun trauma bonding
Summary: You had grown up on the streets. You knew the Underground. Which is why you decided to try and stay away from the main parts of it. Baking was safe and easy.
Helping to take care of a Crime Lord’s daughter? May have been easier to join up with a gang
NOTE: @chickenparm IS THE GOAT. Make sure to go read her newest fic Squeeze [part 1 here]. An amazing Beta Reader and an even more amazing writer <3
Also I said this was gonna be a fluffy chapter, and it has its moments. But like uh -stares in almost 11k words- whoops.
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The river is oddly clear. Almost like a moving glass that you can peer through. Seeing your toes in the sand, wiggling them against the grains. In the distance you can hear the sounds of boats, dock workers. You’re where the Pilt River connects to passage to the Guardian’s Sea. The Harbour should’ve been a few miles from around the bend, but the noises sound clear and fresh.
The water is hot around your waist, your hands gently floating along the surface. Almost as though it was farther, like it wasn’t touching you, the sand at your feet begins to fall. Giving way to a large mouth of open, deep water.
The water starts to rise to your chest, but the calmness in your chest drowns out any panic. Not even when you see the fresh little glow of yellow in the clear waters. And then it began to grow, until it was four dots. And your heart still didn’t begin to race as it drew even closer, the clearness of the water letting you see the massive size of it. The sharp, protruding teeth.
Warnings: Canon typical violence, dark themes, Shirtless Silco, fluff, angst, a touch of some body horror, and illness tropes.
Summary: You had grown up on the streets. You knew the Underground. Which is why you decided to try and stay away from the main parts of it. Baking was safe and easy.
Helping to take care of a Crime Lord’s daughter? May have been easier to join up with a gang
NOTE: the biggest thank you to queen @chickenparm for editing this for me. The only person whose boots I’d like. No toes though.
And thank you all so much for your comments and patience. ;3; It really helped with the grieving. Thank you all <3
Here’s the largest chapter yet. 11k words and a bit.
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“Mom?” The question got a hum of acknowledgement in response, head tilting towards Jinx. “Can I get a new gun?”
You frowned, turning to her. Blue eyes downcast, as she twirled the ends of her blue hair between a few fingers. “What happened?” Her face lifted, eyes wide. You wiped your hands down only our apron, before approaching with a smile. “You probably won’t be in trouble.”
“I jammed it again.”
“We can get that fixed.” You promised, tucking her hair behind her ear. It was growing more now, and you could almost see that the one braid might become two in a few months. “Remember, that’s how we met?”
Jinx managed a small smile then, though her gaze looked a little watery. “I tried what we did last time, but it didn’t work.”
Summary: You had grown up on the streets. You knew the Underground. Which is why you decided to try and stay away from the main parts of it. Baking was safe and easy.
Helping to take care of a Crime Lord’s daughter? May have been easier to join up with a gang
Note: A HUGE THANK YOU TO @chickenparm for being the best motherfuckin bitch. Also for betareading this.
Longish chapter ahohoy
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The next few days, Silco was in a run up of meetings. Sometimes they’d require him to leave The Last Drop. He’d always make time now to say goodnight to Jinx, or enjoy a quick supper or lunch with her. You only saw him for his shots mainly, and he’d sometimes talk about his day, while other times it was just a few words shared, his eyes droopy with sleep.
It was something about territory. Silco had expanded heavily in the past two years since Vander’s death. Something the other chem barons wanted a word with him about. They had come in, either by themselves or as pairs. You and Jinx were to make yourselves scarce when you saw them.
Tonight though, Silco had only one meeting. And it had been far earlier in the day. Not only had he said goodnight to Jinx, you three had eaten a meal as a family, and he had even played with Jinx in the afternoon a little. Carrying her about around his shoulders, and pretending nothing was out of the ordinary to his subordinates, before sharing secret smiles with Jinx.
Now she was out like a light. Snoring already in her bed, one arm curled around the plush dragon. “She didn’t even need a story tonight.” You whispered, as you both quietly made your way out of her room.
Could you do jealous!silco x reader? Reader is a sweet and kind girl, and works for Silco in his immediate trusted circle and has fallen for him but Silco never showed that he felt the same. Maybe there’s a really secret job that needs to be done where someone Silco trusts has to seduce some information from someone from Topside or Zaun, and Sevika argues that you’d be the best person for it out of the two of you. You’re reluctant to do it as it’s not your typical style, but will do it if ordered to. Silco reluctantly agrees for you to do it, you do the mission, and Silco becomes jealous at the interactions you share with the guy. Maybe a NSFW ending?
Very vague request I realize, but honestly i’d be happy with any jealous!silco x reader you produce! Thank you if you do :) Xx
Silco/f!Reader
2,815 Words - NSFW
Desk sex, P in V, a bit of roughness, some dirty talkin, Jealousy
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"I've got an idea."
Two sets of eyes turn to you, verbally urging you to explain as their argument cuts short. Argument is light, because it's really just a smattering of ideas being kicked around that no one wants to pick up.
"We could... seduce it from him."
You get two opposite reactions - Sevika's shoulders lower as she begins to think about the logistics of your suggestion, while Silco's nearly tense up to his ears as he watches you with a wide, disbelieving eye.
"That's always on the table - the best way to loosen lips is to get 'em between your legs-"
"Sevika, you're too well known to him for it to be viable," Silco responds quickly, and there's a tense moment of silence before Sevika actually laughs, albeit a short bark of humor before she retorts.
"Silco, she would be the one to do it," And Sevika gestures to you with her metal arm, gears whirring as if to emphasize her point. Despite it not being your favorite method of subterfuge, you weren't a stranger to it - and you were the obvious choice.
Silco is about to shoot the idea down immediately, his lip curling as he takes in a breath. You speak up from your lounging position on the couch, one heel tapping against the floor with the bouncing of your leg despite your attempts to hide your anxiety, "You said it yourself, Sevika is too noticeable, and there's no one else you'd trust with pulling it off. It's nothing I haven't done before, it's like riding a bike."
Silco can't argue - it's a sound plan, one that would undoubtedly work and would get you unfettered access to the exact information he needed. You can almost hear his teeth grinding as he speaks through them.
"Fine."
And then it's a whirl of motion as you set to work - you're Silco's ears, gathering information and picking at secrets. It's not something you need to look particularly good for, so you take your leave to return home and freshen up to Piltover standards - a thorough shave, exfoliation and scented lotions, a scrub to your nails and a coat of lacquer that had them shining. Hell, you even took a moment to trim the split ends from your hair and coif it nicely.
You already know where Samson will be tonight - it's the same place he's gone for months, spending every Friday evening prowling a specific establishment just across the bridge that other Piltovans liked to frequent when they wanted to feel the edge of the Undercity without having to see everything else that had sharpened it.
Sevika's got eyes on you, you're well aware of that as you carefully make your way down the uneven streets in your heels, furs tucked around your shoulders to shield your scandalously uncovered skin, barely shielded by the short, strapless dress you'd chosen with your target in mind - he had a fondness for women in red, and you were going to capitalize on that. The perfect honey pot.
The trip up to the Promenade isn't as busy as you'd think - most people were already at home and unwinding from the workday before going out later in the evening. Still, there's electricity in the air when you step off the lift onto the main level and breathe in the slightly cleaner oxygen than what's afforded down below.
Samson is there, leaning against the bar and already speaking with a woman who looks entirely uninterested in what he's offering with smooth blue eyes and artificially whitened teeth. That's her loss - if only she knew what he was hiding in that empty head.
You're deliberate in your placement, approaching the bartender and selecting a stool that's got availability on both sides. An invitation that Samson doesn't even realize is the first trap as you smile coyly from the corner of your eye with painted lips - a siren song he never could have hoped to resist.
Samson is painfully boring, but you giggle at the right times as your furs slide just enough to show the curve of your shoulder. His eyes follow the movement, catching on the shine of the highlighter against your skin that you'd brushed on before leaving the house. A simple trick, one that reeled him in so you could strike.
Your painted nails are stark against the white of his sleeve as you lean closer, "Perhaps we should go somewhere more quiet, baby."
"Oh? You don't like an audience?"
"Not for the things I'd like to do with you."
Samson's pupils dilate, and you know you've won. Suppressing a shiver, you let him slide an arm around your waist and help you from the stool - you wobble a bit, if only to convince him that you'd actually been drinking and not just wetting your lips to keep your head clear.
Eyes still follow you, ones that belong to whoever Sevika had sent to ensure your safety, and you feel them the entirety of the trip across the bridge and to Samson's townhome. It's lavish, gilded in all the right places to show the wealth he'd gathered by breaking the backs of his workers in the factories just across the water.
As the door closes, Samson plies you with another drink that you mime drinking with little sips. As you set your glass on the coffee table of his living room, you cross one leg over the other and lean a bit closer to him.
Samson's hands are sweaty as he slides them up your exposed thighs, fingertips barely brushing the hem of the fabric, before he slides back down to your knees to rub a circle with his fingers against the inside of your leg. You successfully push back your grimace.
"How about you show me some of those things you mentioned? The ones not suitable for an audience."
You have an audience still, one that is very much watching from somewhere beyond the window behind the couch. Instead of clarifying that, you roughly push him against the back of the couch to swing a leg over his hips, straddling him in a way that you could feel his cock twitch in his pants when you settled your weight against him.
"You're so eager, Samson, it's very endearing," You coo, smoothing your hands up his chest and stopping to play with his tie for the briefest moment. With a placating hum, you lean forward and press your lips against his, letting him immediately take control and push his tongue past your lips - he tastes of low quality tobacco and pure alcohol.
You pull his from where it tucked in his waistcoat, holding the end with one hand as you reach for the knot with your other. With a rock of your hips, you encourage Samson to buck up against the heat between your legs, just as you grab the knot and yank it tighter with a vicious pull.
Samson's flailing is immediate, but you've got him trapped between your legs as you strangle him with his own tie - his eyes are frantic, and you can see the burst blood vessels in his sclera from his sudden struggle. You hold him like that until he's limp against the couch, all the fight left from his body as you reach down between your breasts and pull the syringe that you'd tucked there - still warm from your body heat.
It's injected into his neck swiftly, ensuring he wouldn't wake up for at least the rest of the night, and you'd have more than enough time to search him home and find all the information about his business that you'd need to wrest control of it for Silco.
As you're in his study upstairs, flipping through paperwork and finding a goldmine of information, you hear the door to the office open and you panic for all of three seconds before it hits you that it's not Samson striding in.
It's Silco, hands folded behind his back as he leaves the door wide open and observes the room.
"It's gaudy," He decides, and you let out a quiet laugh as you go back to sorting through files.
"I thought it was tacky, too. Of course, I had to lay it on thick - told him it was gorgeous and stately."
"You had to lay quite a few things on thickly tonight, from what I saw."
"You were my tail tonight?" You paused in surprise, not quite understanding until he nodded once, turning on his heel to look at you from where he'd been observing the chintzy knick-knacks on the shelves lining the wall.
"I wanted to ensure your safety with a man like him, I'm sure you can understand that."
Your laugh is one of disbelief, and you completely drop the files on the desk as you lean on your hands, "Samson is the smallest fish in the sea - he couldn't have laid a hand on me if he tried, you know this."
"Yet you let him," Silco's eyes are not on your face as he speaks, and you follow his line of sight mentally and realize he's unabashedly looking at the cleavage of your breasts - the strapless dress slipped just enough to give him nearly an entire view, and you'd be a fool not to recognize the hunger in his eyes.
Despite the tension that had begun to stretch, you can't help but laugh in disbelief at his accusation, "You realize that was part of the job, right? You can't seduce someone without letting them lay a hand on you at some point, Silco."
He's quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time, his lip twitching as he tries to find his next words. You're patient, knowing full well that there is a distraction right in front of his eyes that he seems unable to pull back from.
Finally, he answers your words with a quiet accusation, "That's not quite true. You can bewitch a person without letting them touch you."
There's an unspoken implication there, one that you can clearly see but aren't sure if you want to reach out and take for fear of being incorrect. Silco lets you flounder in your thoughts with a sardonic smile before he's crossing the room and rounding the desk.
You don't have time to spin around before he's at your back, his hands covering your own on the surface as he leans into you and speaks against your ear, "I would know. I've experienced it quite thoroughly at your hands."
You can't respond verbally, the words that normally come to you so easily are escaping your grasp as you feel his chest against your spine. There's something else, too - a hardness pushing against the base of your back that is unmistakable.
There's a question hanging in the air, and you answer it by rocking your hips back, grinding your ass up and into his cock to leave absolutely no doubt of your wishes.
Your torso is pushed down onto the desk in seconds, sending papers and desk ornaments scattering as Silco forces you into position. His other hand is already yanking your dress up, exposing your underwear that he appreciated for only a moment.
Silco's finger snaps the band before he speaks, soothing the slight sting with a caress, "I was ready to kill him. If you'd have ground your pussy on him one more time, he would have had a bullet through his skull."
"Jealousy suits you, Silco," You're breathless as you look at him from over your shoulder, watching the way his lip curls at the thoughts he was conjuring, "Is that why you didn't want me to do this? Because you were jealous?"
"Would it have made a difference?"
Silco's fingers are hot against you as he pulls on the band of your underwear to slide down your thighs. The air is cold on your wetness immediately, and you have to suppress a shiver at the sensation of being entirely exposed to Silco for the first time.
He's watching you - or your cunt, if you're being more specific. Looking but not touching, just observing you until you let out an impatient whine that wipes the frown from his face and replaces it with a smile.
"If you were mine, you'd be spending more time in my bed than you do getting your hands dirty," Silco's fingers are quick on the buttons of his pants, opening them just enough to pull his cock out and stroke it a few times, spreading the obvious precum over his length before its nudging at your hole, "You'd never look at another man again."
"Yeah, you'd keep me satisfied?" Your voice is a tease, your back arching your ass a little higher in invitation. You're more than aroused enough for Silco to slide home, burying his cock into you down to the hilt with a groan just under his breath.
His cock settles in you, stretching you out as you both relish the feeling of coming together - he's more than you've had before, and even sitting still he's pushing against places inside you that haven't been reached before.
Steadying himself, Silco smooths his hands over your ass as he speaks quietly, "I'd fuck you every day, as many times as it took. I'd keep you dripping with my cum, your pussy ready for me to fuck it whenever I wanted."
"Mm... do it now, then," You urge him, trying to push back to grind yourself against him but he stops you with a squeeze of your hips. You can't help but whine, a plea falling from your lips, "Please, Silco. I need you."
It's like your words trigger something inside him, give him some sort of permission that he'd been waiting for. His pull out is slow, but then he's thrusting back into you with a vision grunt that has you sprawling across the desk with a pleased sound of a moan mixed with giddy laughter.
Silco isn't gentle, he isn't soft as he fucks into you viciously - like he was working out every time you'd unknowingly left him lusting after you. If this was what you were getting out of the deal, you'd be a bit more devious now that you knew what he'd do to you when he got his hands on your skin and his cock in your holes.
"Touch yourself," Silco orders out of the blue, tugging your hips from the edge of the desk just enough to give you room to follow his command, "I want to feel you cum on my cock before I fill you up."
You don't even think about it, you blindly follow what he asks of you and reach down to rub against your clit. It's a bit of a stretch, and Silco tsks his tongue before he hikes one of your knees up on the desk to spread you wider for both you and himself.
The moment you clench around him at your frantic circling of your clit, you know he's a goner - your name is ragged form his lips as his pace stutters for a brief second, like he can't continue with how tightly you're squeezing him.
And then he doubles down, bracing himself on the desk inside of your hips to really put his weight behind each of his thrusts. You don't last more than a few of them before you're near-screaming your orgasm, a smattering of his name and unintelligible sounds coming from your lips as you buck back against him recklessly.
"You feel divine," Silco's words are strangled by both his physical exhaustion and his imminent release, "Better than I could have ever imagined-"
His cum fills you with a ferocity that matches the harshness of his fucking, shooting with force into you that has you twitching from the overstimulation no matter how minor it was. Silco doesn't pull out yet, not until he's softening and his cum is leaking onto your thighs does he tuck himself away and pull your underwear up to soak up the mess he'd left of you.
You look at him over your shoulder, searching for something in his face for whatever the hell this tryst meant. Silco regards you for a moment as he leans on the desk with a hand, waiting for his pulse to slow back to normal.
You don't expect an answer, honestly, but Silco surprises you by reaching into his pocket to pull out a neatly folded cloth with his symbol monogramed on it. With careful movements, he's wiping your smudged lipstick from around your lips while he holds your chin, and when he's satisfied he leans across to press a kiss to your lips.
It's chaste and unhurried - no heat to it, and instead it's offering the answers you're looking for. When you part, Silco squeezes your chin once, almost affectionately as he speaks, "Come find me when you're finished here."
Summary: You had grown up on the streets. You knew the Underground. Which is why you decided to try and stay away from the main parts of it. Baking was safe and easy.
Helping to take care of a Crime Lord’s daughter? May have been easier to join up with a gang
Note: A bit of a shorter chapter, next one will be longer. But we got some fluff here and some Silco
Also as always @chickenparm is the best momma for all of us simps. She’s even getting us to want to suck Marcus dick, in-between all the Silco dick. She was also super nice and looked all this over for me. Best momma, pls gib us more milk
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The vials were filthy. You had to wear a mask as you cleaned them, moreso for your safety than for the smell. Luckily they didn’t need much of a scrub but needed to be sanitized. Thick rubber gloves made them harder to grip, but Singed wouldn’t let you help out unless you wore all the equipment.
You glanced behind you, looking at the two sitting at his desk. Singed was holding an egg over a burner, turning it black. You couldn’t hear what he was saying to Jinx, but he seemed to be explaining the experiment carefully to her. Jinx hanging onto his every word, eyes flicking between the egg and the scientist.
You turned back to continue cleaning the vials and other laboratory equipment that had needed a scrub. Almost all of them were clean. You turned off the water after a few minutes, made sure the sink was fully clean and the vials were drying, before you allowed yourself to face your child and the scientist. Mask and gloves quickly pulled off.
“Mom! Look!” Jinx was holding up a small beaker of water. The now blackened egg hovering above it in Singed’s tongs. He placed it into the water, and you all watched as it turned from black to a reflective silver as it reached the bottom. “That’s so cool!”
Summary: As the newest chem-baroness, it's your job to look out for the well being of your city-district. You might still be a new player on the second-highest playground in the undercity hierarchy, but you hold firm and unwavering in the decisions you make at the table.
Silco, desiring to see progress with a stubborn baroness like you, decides to try his hardest to make you waver.
Silco X F!Reader
Wordcount: 2.2k
Warnings: 18+/Minors DNI. Language, porn with plot, tension, rough sex, hair-pulling, handjob, spit as lube, P in V sex, table-sex, power-dynamics/switch v. switch, unorthodox Zaunite politics, the things Silco does to keep the peace in his court
Note: Promise the next smut will be shorter, but I gotta treat myself to that good couples/fuck-buddies banter, sue me. Also shoutout to @chickenparm for the title inspo 🐓🧀
"Dismissed."
There are less than half-a-dozen, larger-than-life egos in this room. Men, women, humans and hybrids all who have clawed their way to the top of the pile with the bloodiest of hands, due to having the strongest wills, and stomachs, for this line of work.
But the moment he tells them to get lost, the room doesn't seem to empty fast enough. Taking your sweet time, you slip out your chair only after the golden-jawed brat storms off to the elevator with a new, even pettier grudge under his belt, pulling your coat tight around you as you nudge your chair back against the table.
You hear the elevator ding close, and look up, impassively raising your brows when you see it's just you, and the one man who can claim to be higher above you in position, alone in this meeting-hall now.
"Bit dangerous to walk around without your guard-dog, Silco, especially after the tongue-thrashing you gave Finn." A lazy shrug as the man raps his knuckles on polished marble, remaining seated at the head of the table as you casually glance around the meeting hall, noting the total-vacancy besides the two of you.
"I trust that doesn't mean you've done the discourtnesy of bringing weapons to this sacred meeting place, Madam. We agreed this was hardly a proper place to spill blood... and besides that, it's quite tedious to mop from the marble." You resist the urge to snort. Officially, weapons were unallowed in the Baron-Hall. Unofficially, the ring on your third finger had a poison spike that emerged when clenching your fist just-right, and you knew every single person had a weapon of similar discretion.
"I am not trying to threaten you, Silco. Just pointing out you've put yourself into a... very rare situation, without Sevika to shield you." Humming, the man flicked the top paper from his small stack before him. Raising his fist to his mouth, he mumbles just loudly enough to be heard around his knuckles. "Many rare situations today, apparently. Wasn't aware you could bite back, until that stunt you pulled."
"Smeech can bite me, his border proposal is bullshit." You said frankly, watching that natural-brow quirk even as the man didn't look up from his paper, carelessly swiping one aside to reveal a new page to study. "My predecessor worked with those businesses on the eastern block for decades, they won't forgive me if I sell them off in my first year."
You continued when the Eye only hummed off-handedly in reply, "I already have enough targets on my back now. I don't need my own people too."
"You're a fool if you don't think the targets aren't coming from those at your back already."
"No, I'm fully aware of my new traitors and backstabbers. But I don't need to add more to my list."
A languishing sigh, before Silco thumbed the paper back into a non-organized, but neat stack, standing as he tossed them a couple feet away. Spreading his hands on the thin, fortified-glass tabletop, he nodded to the full-sized map beneath the smudge-free surface. "Right... what can you give up, then?"
You hummed, trailing your fingers along the side of the table as you walked down closer to his end. Skipping your fingers to walk along the edges on the curved, metal backs of chairs, you came to a spot near your sector, and smoothly reached over to drag the tip of your index on the map. "That."
Neither of you looked up at each other. You sensed his expression was still unimpressed. "You just outlined your current border."
"Silly me, I guess I did... I suppose that means I can't give up anything at the moment. Pity."
A deep sigh, and he taps the border again with blunt nails, pulling back to walk along closer to your side. The rich, spiced smoke scent grew in the air at his approach, battling the botanical undertones in the air. "Let's try this again..." He paused, then you felt fingers brush up close to your face.
You didn't dare pull back, a sudden prickle at your spine at his closeness, but it smoothed into... something else altogether, as he merely hooked his fingers on your hair and gently smoothed it back into place behind your ear, before bracing a hand on the table. Half leaned over it, with his body facing you as he ran his gaze over your outlined sector.
"What can you give up? Surely your monthly revenue doesn't rely so heavily on your red-district, you could spare some brothals." You took a moment to respond, keeping your voice smooth, conversational, even as your senses were invaded with the smell of spice, smoke and the faint hint of seasalt. "... personal attachments there. I doubt Smeech would find a use for them anyways." There's a pregnant pause, and you can't hide the shudder of horror, "Someone is paid to fuck that...?"
"Mouthy one, aren't you?" The layered bemusement curls the scarred-side of Silco's face. "Entire city hinging on a single word out of your mouth, but you seem to find yourself saying anything but."
"I'd agree to it, if I got something to sweeten the deal," You retorted, stretching over the table to circle the ragged northern spike along the upper-eastern district. "I would, maybe, part with some of the older mines. They produce some commodities, communities would... perfer a change in leadership..." Commentary trailed off as you felt the hair on the back of your neck prickle. The slow trail of fingers up along the curve of your spine didn't stop, as Silco hummed at the thought.
"Doable," He decided, repeating after a moment of thought as fingers grazed the hairs at the back of your neck. "Doable, but I doubt you'd shell those out free of charge. What do you want brought to the table?"
Lips moisten as you flick your tongue over them. You feel a heated glance on the lower-half of your face as you murmur haughtily, "Nothing Smeech can offer. He's lucky I didn't nick an ear for that stunt with the shipment transportation two weeks ago. I would trust a rat over anything he'd offer." The rough pads of fingers smoothed at the skin just above your collar-line, as the unofficial King hummed in thought beside you, "Pity. We seem to be at an impasse."
A nod, as those fingers creep up further. The smoky tang in your nose getting stronger. "A true deadlock."
"A stalemate..." The attempt at a careless sigh ends in a hushed murmur, as his hand slowly reaches back onto the table to push his stack of papers aside. Your eyes flick over, catching the hooded and burning one watching you closely, as he slowly curls his fingertips to brush along your scalp. "Nothing I could... offer, in order to break it?"
You turn your face to meet his. Heated gaze to half-heated, half molten, you offer a cruel twist of your smirking lips as you murmured lowly, "You could give me your best."
Pain zaps through your scalp as the gentle fingers turn clawing in your hair, dragging your head over for your already moaning lips to crash against his, teeth clacking in the violent altercation of your mouths.
Thank Janna. He's just as tired as waiting as you are.
As he growls into your mouth, melding tongues vibrating from the force while a hand comes up to give a bruising grip to his neck as you cling to him, all you could think was how you'd been dancing around each other for months. Ever since you rose up the ranks, the subtle glances, the slow circling, the short, shared words the couple times you'd shared an elevator down together...
The mutual hunger was mutual it seemed, and it was clear in the way you were all but devouring his mouth, chest heaving as he yanks your hair, mouth removed from his with a loud, wet smack. "Up."
The order was met with a scoff from you, then a strangled gasp from him as you reached between the two of you, lightly smacking a cupped hand against a growing bulge. "Don't you want to get a taste of what I bring to the table?" You breathed against him, digits flying to unhook buttons and hook on the hem.
He did the rest of the work for you, and soon groaned as he grips your head tightly, pulling your head back to begin marking up your neck as you swipe a thumb over his already leaking tip, smearing wetness.
The thrust Silco gave to that was cut prematurely as you raised your hand, the feral growl he gave you as he pulled back to glare sending sparks straight down your spine. You merely smiled, meeting his human and hellish-mixed gaze unflinching as you raised your hand, spitting out into your palm, and slipping the hand back down between you. The snarl melted into a dark purr as your fingers curled around him, shifting the slip of skin to grind the pad of your thumb on his exposed sensitivity, beginning to jerk him in earnest as you felt a shudder run though him as his teeth bit harshly along your collarbone.
You let out a chuckle at his frantic thrusts against your movements, openly laughing when you remove your hand as his hips get more feralized. "Ah ah," You murmured, reaching up to grip his own short, smoothed-back dark hair, causing a breath to go short and a fiery green eye to become a slit as you tug. "I'm just showing what I can offer, Silco. You haven't shown me what you are bringing to the table."
That eye snaps open, the glow of red already honed in on you, and a devlish smirk appears on his lips as he hooked your hands under your thighs, and lifts.
You're going to be sore, aching and living in a body that will regret this, but all you can do is gasp and writh in anticipation as your leader of Zaun all but rips your soaked, underthings down letting out a low chuckle at your throbbing wetness. Then he climbs up with a knee beside each thigh, coat tugged off as he braces a hand beside your head, other guiding his own pulsating erection through your dripping folds.
You reach up to yank at that gold-lined vest, yanking him down atop you as he guides himself in, another bruising kiss added to your lips. A canine bites down particularly harsh on the soft lower skin of your lip, causing you to gasp as he pushes in full-hilt.
He gives you the mercy of a second to get used to the sensation, then is soon cruel with his quickening thrusts deep into your sopping, wet cunt.
The sounds are bouncing through the Baron-Hall, the dim green lighting from the botanical decor and the high-arching glass domes making it seem otherworldly as stars begin to flash behind your eyes, with every sharp, concise snap of his hips.
You're halfway to peaking when you remember this is still a negotiation. And you'd like to get a sweet deal.
"... f-... free drinks at Last Drop. E-expect my, fuck... own booth!"
Silco grunts as your legs lock at the ankles at the small of his back. "Gggah... once a week, e-expect you there... on time." His snarl is paused as he tugs your head back by the hair, a dull thunk from the table beneath you as he returns to nipping and lapping at your neck. "Use that, fuck... mouth for better uses..."
Geoaning just as the thought as he suckles a particularly dark mark just below your jawline, "Deal." Then your back arches as you cry out, his swearing moans soon to join you as the quick slides of his cock between your pulsating, clenching core become erratic.
Hand curls into a fist in your hair, heat generating from your bodies steaming the glass-top table beneath you. The steam hides the map of Zaun from view as it's King finally pulls himself from you. Catching heaving breath after another as he leans hard against the table.
As the twin gasping begins to come to a slow, you crack open your eyes again lifting your head to peer at him, watching as he sweeps a hand over his hair before taking out a handkerchief to clean himself. A glance to your eyes for confirmation before he takes a second to gently clean around your entrance, mixed with your juices. You shudder along with his touches, sometime teasing before he carelessly drops the soiled squares of fabric for the custodials to worry about.
Then a groan as you lift yourself off the table, already feeling your back cursing you. You are a bit surprised as a hand glides into yours to helpfully leading you off the table, half-working to smooth back own tousled dark hair, and half-helping you straighten your clothes, covering up the evidence.
Not all of it, of course. There's a faint, but very proud smirk as he thumbs the dark hickie staining the skin beneath your jaw, before you hand him his gloves to shuffle back on. "I think this was a rather productive negotiation session, Madam. A little crude and messy than most, but one I throughly enjoy... and look forward to another in the future?"
The slight question has you smirking. "I do recall there was something in the fine print about free drinks at your establishment... perhaps we could start there?" You slip your hand up, walking your fingers along his shoulder up to the remaining stands of ragged hair, smoothing them in place before giving the ends a small tug. "... then talk about those better uses for my mouth, hmm?"
Silco's smirk is nothing short than that of a businessman, with all the promise of a very, very mutually beneficial relationship in the future.
Warnings: Canon typical violence, dark themes, FLUFF
Summary: You had grown up on the streets. You knew the Underground. Which is why you decided to try and stay away from the main parts of it. Baking was safe and easy.
Helping to take care of a Crime Lord’s daughter? May have been easier to join up with a gang
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“So, what do you think?”
Sevika was holding up two different dresses. One was a long purple dress, with a plunging neckline and backless, ending with two slits on the sides. The other was a soft blue colour, shorter, probably falling just above the knee with the straps wrapped around the neck to correct a hole where the chest would be.
You stared at both items of clothing, brow furrowing and trying to hide your smile. “I didn’t think you’d be into this kind of style.” Grey eyes narrowed at you. You grinned back, moving forward to brush your hand over the material. The purple one felt silkier, but both were soft. “You want her in the purple dress don’t you?”
There was a small shift. Then she set down the blue one. Your grin didn’t fall, even when she had the dress paid for and you both were walking out of the dress shop. She raised a cigarette to her mouth, holding the bag carefully. When she glanced at you, seeing your clearly amused expression, her gaze narrowed again. “Fuck off.”
A sequel to the Camgirl fic I wrote a while ago. Thank you to @chickenparm for the title and beta reading <3 <3 <3
Warnings: Camgirl!Reader, modern AU, Daddy kink (No ageplay! Just the tilte used), sex toys, deepthroating, face-sitting (f receiving), anal fingering, anal sex, spit used as lube, a very large amount of fluff, aftercare
“The reader finds Silco under the effects of a drug and does their due diligence as a well-meaning citizen. No good deed goes unpunished.”
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P in V sex, thigh grinding, choking, some slightly rough angry sex.
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Harlo had done his absolute best with the resources at his disposal to ensure you grew up with an education under your belt - even if it came from books and stories, from on-the-fly math problems and - most recently - hard-won life lessons.
You grew up with books, filled with an even mix of fairy tales and nonfiction meant for you to learn from. Your favorite had been a book Harlo had bought you for Yule, the first one after the loss of your birth Father. It was beautiful, with soft leather wrapping around the hardcover, inlaid gold leaf following the swirling designs along the spine and a cheerful watercolor painting on the front cover depicting the title of the book and its main character.
The Swift Scout Teemo
You could probably recite it from memory at this point. Harlo read it to you every night before bed, letting you pick a different story and sometimes lending his voice to different characters in silly tones and pitches that made you giggle yourself to sleep. As you grew older and your bedtime stories grew more and more infrequent, you still would find yourself picking that book up in the moments you needed comfort the most.
Times like now, when the sun was beginning to climb over the horizon and you hadn’t slept a wink. Your window ledge afforded you just enough room to squeeze against the glass and lay your head against its chilled surface, the book on your lap opened to one of your favorite stories of all. The title of the chapter was “The Storms of Shurima”, and the artwork depicted Teemo surrounded by a blistering sandstorm, but somehow untouched as it parted around him, swirling in a vortex with him protected in the eye.
Sevika’s words stuck in your head, making you think and think and think. About the changes in your life, the steps you’d taken, the feeling of being battered by the sandstorm that surrounded Teemo but never touched him. Where was your eye of the storm? You wondered this as you smoothed your thumb over the worn page, imagining you could feel Teemo’s soft fur.
Just over the rooftops, you could see the spiny neon lights that were like a beacon, jutting over the rest to show that your Eye was only a few steps away, willing to provide you with the same peace afforded to the Yordle in your book. All you needed to do was blind yourself to everything that had happened - to pretend that the storm he was protecting you from didn’t exist.
You weren’t sure you could, with how it howled and raged in your ears. How it stung at your eyes and blistered your nerves, kept you awake at all hours of the night with its monumental presence.
Or you could remove yourself from the storm entirely. It would be difficult, and you might fail, but once you’ve distanced yourself then you could safely begin anew without as much difficulty.
You looked back to the eye on the horizon, its eerie green glow washing out anything else around it. The Eye of the Storm, you laughed to yourself. Eyes seemed to be his moniker, and now more than ever it seemed to be the most fitting. From this distance it seemed almost otherworldly, detached from the earthly figures that it looked over.
Including you.
You could be part of that world, a small part of you reasoned, but its shout was lost in the riptide of your thoughts. With a gentle hand, you closed the book on your lap and brushed your thumb over the soft leather. The gilt edges of the pages glinted green from the light in the distance, making your stomach twist. Even at this distance, his fingers were creeping into everything you loved. Even the most precious memories.
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Your thoughts were heavy in your head as you trudged through the streets, taking the familiar main roads that wound through the busiest areas of the Lanes and its surrounding districts. In the distance the spires loomed, beckoning you to cross the bridge and free yourself from the swirling storm.
Every step felt harder, like the further you got from your safety, the more the winds tried to push you back. Sevika’s words had struck you, but at the end of the day you still thought this might be best - distance yourself and finally make a life that wasn’t mired in the suffering of Zaun.
You wouldn’t be stopped by the Piltover enforcers this time - your paperwork was in order, you had your ticket as proof, and all your identification with you. You wouldn’t need Marcus to save you again, if he even made it unscatched from Silco’s wrath.
You hoped he had.
Maybe you’d stop and check on him anyway, at least to thank him for all he’d done for you. As you stepped onto the bridge, you thought better of it. If Sevika was watching you, then she likely already knew you bought the ticket and had your paperwork in order. You wouldn’t be surprised if there were eyes on you at this very moment, and leading them to Marcus would only put a target on his back.
No, that would be a very rude way to thank him.
At the halfway point you paused, walking to the railing to watch a ship begin its ascent to the hex gates. Soon that would be you, if everything went well. You’d never flown before, but a bit of excitement thrummed in your veins as you watched it gain altitude. Would it feel strange? You’d heard oxygen gets less plentiful the higher you go, but the airships probably didn’t go that high.
“Made your mind up?”
You nearly choked on your gasp as you whipped your head to the side. You hadn’t even noticed the newcomer, leaning their elbows on the railing and lacing their fingers together. Sevika looked at you with an appraising eye, stopping at the heavy bag slung over your shoulders with a raised brow.
Pointedly you turned your gaze back to the airship that leveled out with the hex gate. The gate started its power up cycle, circular runes spinning hypnotically as you spoke, “It’s for the best.”
“If that’s what you think. Or you could just go back over the bridge and deal with this. Maybe make it so my life isn’t so difficult.”
“Your life is difficult?” You openly laughed at her at this point, the weight on your chest not feeling quite as heavy now that you had a simple option available to you. An easy option, one that would solve your problems in less than two hours.
“I was vague before, so let me clear it up for you. Silco is causing more problems than I want to handle with his shitty attitude and short temper. Both of those are caused by his ridiculous infatuation with you. You’ve turned him into an idiot.”
Your mind reeled at her open confession of Silco’s thoughts and feelings - ones you had suspected, and maybe secretly hoped for even after everything that had happened. You only wanted it to have some meaning, a reason for him to do the things he had done to you, as misguided as they were.
“So, you can cross this bridge and run away like a coward,” Sevika nearly spit the word over the side of the bridge, her eyes turning to the ship as its own engines powered up, “Or you can go back the other way and get some answers. Maybe work this out so everyone leaves here satisfied instead of just you.”
As the ship’s engines reached max power, so did the turbulent thoughts in your head, running round and round in never ending circles - an ouroboros that you broke with a single word.
“No.”
“No?”
As the ship shot through the gate, disappearing with nary a sound, you let go of the railing and rolled out of the way of the wide backward swing of Sevika’s arm, clearly intended to knock you out in one swipe. You’d seen it before, felt it before. You noticed it coming simply in the way the muscles in her back shifted.
Sevika was on you quickly, reaching with hands to grapple with you and bring you down. The moves were ones she’d drilled into you over your months together, ones you had been able to break out of in your sleep. Sevika’s frustration rose as she instead reached with her metal arm, swinging at you with speed you weren’t used to - she hardly used this, stating it was near impossible to use without the risk of lethality.
And here she was, hand wrapped around the back of your neck to force you to your hands and knees, clawed fingers digging harshly into the soft flesh at the sides of your neck. Panting, she towered over you with her iron grip.
“You should’ve just gone back on your own.”
“Fuck you, Sevika.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Her tone lost its harshness as she gripped her flesh hand into your elbow to urge you back to your feet, “I’m sick of dealing with this - Silco’s an idiot, you’re a stubborn idiot, and I’ve got bigger shit to worry about than the two of you.”
Sevika kept her grip on your neck as she walked you back across the bridge, keeping your head facing straight forward to avoid you looking back at the spires of Piltover fading from view once more.
“Why do you care so much?”
“I told you before, I couldn’t care less if the two of you make up or not - but now it’s affecting my life with Silco’s inability to admit when he’s wrong and your two brain cells not rubbing together enough to make a spark of intelligence that would tell you to just talk to him.”
You had nothing to say to that. No good retort against her hard tone as she marched you like a misbehaved child through the streets. The gleam of her arm caught the eye of anyone foolish enough to get in the way, causing them to scurry like ants.
The Last Drop came into sight soon enough, the green neon glowing in the meager sunlight that made it this far into the city. Seeing it again felt oddly comforting, despite knowing what had to be done. As you entered the square, Sevika’s hand on your neck twisted, forcing you to lift your head to look up at the balcony overhead, the one you’d spent that night alongside Silco on.
And there he was, elbows on the railing and fingers laced together, looking down at you with an unreadable expression and not one iota of surprise in his gaze. Silco looked almost statuesque like this, like he’d been waiting for centuries just for you to arrive. His eyes flicked to Sevika and he gave one short nod before turning to push off the railing and walk from view.
Inside the bar, Sevika’s hand only marginally loosened, pushing you along more than threatening you now. You walked on autopilot, your feet taking you to the stairs and then up to the office. The door was already ajar, and Sevika pushed you through without a word of preamble before shutting it firmly behind you.
You didn’t need to try the handle to know it was locked.
Silco had his back to you, his palms flat on the desk as he leaned with a bowed head. You couldn’t read much from his body language, but the electricity in the air told you that he was furious.
“I take it you were still going to leave, then.”
“I still am going to leave,” You said firmly, keeping yourself close to the door on the off chance it wasn’t locked and you could bolt out. Silco tilted his head only slightly, not enough to see anything but to show he acknowledged you.
Time crawled for long seconds as you worked over his words, breaths barely making it past the lump in your throat that made it impossible to swallow. On the desk, you watched as Silco’s splayed fingers pressed into the wood until his knuckles were white.
“I have done… everything for you. I took you in, I supported you, I made you strong-”
“And all it took was you killing my father,” You spat, throwing all your vitriol into your words, “Killing my father and lying about it.”
Silco’s head whipped enough to the side to finally look at you, to stare you down with that red eye that even now didn’t bring fear into your heart as you knew it should. Instead, your breath hitched at the wildfire in his gaze.
“I lied about nothing.”
“You purposely hid information about the mines, about the men you planted there and your plans to stage a coup. You blamed Piltover, when in reality it was your fault all along-”
“Piltover Enforcers killed your father, that is an indisputable fact,” Silco turned to you fully, standing tall with his shoulders back - you’d seen this stance so many times when he wanted to show that he was the one in control, to prove that he was the one holding all the power in one of his many “business meetings”.
“Whether I planned to take the mine or not, Brenden went there looking for a fight - there’s no other reason he would’ve brought that many men with him.”
“You don’t get it, do you?” You barked, interrupting him with a disbelieving laugh, “It’s the fact that you hid everything! Planted lies in my head until I was so turned around I could barely realize what was happening to me!”
“That’s what you think? That it was lies?”
“What else would it be? You said it yourself - you wanted me at your side, to be a partner and help you raise Zaun from the dirt.”
It was Silco’s turn to laugh, taking steps across the room to finally approach you, crowding you closer to the door with every step, “You are ungrateful. I picked you up from the dirt and gave you a purpose, a reason to exist at my side - somewhere you wouldn’t be pitifully alone.”
“Ungrateful!?” Your tone was nearly hysteric as you ducked around him to put more distance between you, “Are you serious, Silco? You’re the reason my dad is dead! What aren’t you understanding right now-”
Silco was on you in a flash, pushing you down onto the couch and wrapping a single hand around your neck. His knee jammed between your thighs, giving you no way to wiggle free from his hold as he leaned closer. Silco’s breath was searing as he spoke, tones low and as smooth as silk. It did nothing to abate the sharpness of his words.
“I did not kill your father. I did not order that. It was an unfortunate side effect at the time, but knowing the pain-... the trouble you’ve caused me, I can’t be sure I wouldn’t have ordered it now.”
“You’re vile,” You hissed at him, gritting your teeth at the way his fingers tightened and his furious gaze looked down at your matching glare, “I should never have helped you. I should never have let you do this to me. I never should have fallen in love with you.”
Silco’s face fell slack as he processed your words, but you were too far gone in your anger to realize what you’d let slip. Instead, you swished your tongue in your mouth and with a precise shift of your lips your spit landed on his cheek with a wet sound that carved the silence between you in two.
Silco reached his free hand up, using long fingers to swipe your spit from his face and hold it aloft in the light, fingertips glistening. The hand around your neck tightened more and more with every passing second until your eyes were rolling in your head from the lack of oxygen to your brain.
And then, cutting through the wavering feeling of your consciousness slipping, you felt the firm pressure of Silco’s knee pushed up into you, wedging between your thighs and shifting purposefully. With a twitch of his fingers, his hold loosened enough to make the world come rushing back to you. As Silco’s face came back into view, you only saw his smirk for a half second before he rubbed his knee along you again, making you wheeze against his hand at his actions.
“You love me?” Silco taunted, leaning closer still as his free hand wiped your spit off on your own shirt before roaming across your chest. His fingers found your nipple beneath your layers, tweaking it once before rolling it between his fingers, “You think you can say that and not expect there to be consequences?"
"Loved-"
"Ah-ah," Silco shushed you, thumb rubbing circles around your hardening nipple, "That's not something you can take back. Not when you're obviously lying like you are. Hypocrite."
Nothing came from your lips but a ragged breath as Silco worked your body. His hand grabbing your entire breast and squeezing too-tightly, his knee grinding circles against your core that shifted your hips with the movement.
Or rather, your hips shifted on their own, working the opposite direction to provide more pressure against your sensitive heat. Silco looked impossibly smug, noticing your reluctant movements immediately.
Then he stopped, stilling against you with smoldering eyes watching as you tried to wiggle against him.
"That's right. Work yourself on me, show me how badly you want it-"
"Shut up."
Your voice was little more than a whisper, stifled by his grip on your neck and the arousal that had steadily built in you. Silco only watched in morbid fascination as you rocked against him, the seam of your pants brushing against you with every shift - not enough to get you there, to make it feel more than just good.
"Say it again and I'll fuck you right here on this couch," Silco's voice was low and gravelly, rough at the edges as he abandoned your breast to grab your hand and press your palm to his clothed cock. He was impossibly hard already, like steel beneath your touch as you followed the length of him through his pants.
"Say it."
You leaned up, pressing yourself further onto him just to get close enough to speak.
"I hate you."
“Do you?” Silco’s tone was impossibly amused as he watched the heat on your cheeks and the way your teeth grit with every shift against his leg, “I thought I was the liar here. Perhaps this shift in our roles requires me to follow in your footsteps, then.”
Before you could register it, Silco slipped a hand past the band of your pants and finally touched you, fingers pressed tight to accommodate for the constricting fabric but still euphoric nonetheless. Your eyes snapped shut against the reeling feeling of your orgasm being pulled to the surface with skilled fingers that seemed to know your every need, changing pace and patterns before you could even plead for him to do so.
And as you came, head thrown back with your throat wide open for him and a lingering whine on your lips, Silco latched onto it with sharp teeth and bruising lips, mumbling words against your skin that forced the breath from your lungs. You processed the sound of his pants unbuttoning, almost distracting from the heated words from his lips.
“I hate you, too.”
Your breath hitched, thoughts whirling faster than you could process as his hands curled around your pants to tug them down your hips. He only got them off one leg in his haste and pushed your soaked underwear to the side to push his cock into you without warning. The sudden intrusion was unpleasant for only a moment until Silco slid home with a quiet groan.
“I hate you,” Silco repeated, leaning closer and finally letting go of your neck to instead grip your shoulder to use your body as leverage for his thrusts.
“I hate everything about you. Your ridiculous attitude, your stubbornness, the way I can’t seem to get you out of my head,” Silco was already breathless as he hiked your knee up over his hip to go deeper, to hit you in places you didn’t even know you had. Silco’s words sparked anger beyond the pleasure he was giving you, and blindly you reached up to grab him anywhere you could reach.
Your fingers caught his neck and you wrapped your fingers around the back of it to bring him closer and make him look you in the eye as you spat back at him, “I hate your long-winded monologues and your stupid life lessons in everything-”
“I figured since you haven’t learned a damn thing-” Silco cut himself with a grunt as you pulled him closer and pressed your lips against his clumsily, the angle making it difficult to do anything but bite at his lower lip harshly, the taste of blood on your tongue as he pulled away sharply. It was bright red and already swelling at your action.
Silco’s fingers were bruising on your shoulder as he tensed, speaking through grit teeth as he glared down at you viciously, “You’re taking my cock so well for someone that hates me so badly.”
“Fuck you,” You spat and he laughed right in your face as he leaned down again to kiss you too hard. Your fingers at his neck squeezed, pulling him closer as the rhythm of his thrusts stuttered to an uneven frenzy. Silco grunted against your lips, only pulling away enough to tell you he was going to cum inside of you.
The expression on his face was one you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to forget - teeth bared and brow furrowed, one eye clenched and the other staring you in the face as it dilated wildly. And the sound he made was lewd, a deep groaning that came from the bottom of his chest as he buried himself as far into you as he could possibly manage.
Loosening your hold on him was the catalyst to Silco leaning into you, pressing his forehead into your shoulder as silence fell around you. With a quiet sigh, having recovered more quickly than him, you wrapped both arms around his shoulders to embrace him. Silco’s sigh brought goosebumps to your skin as he relaxed in your hold, sweaty forehead sticking to your neck.
“I’ve lied to you again, unfortunately,” Silco’s voice was quiet as your fingers shifted to run through the short hairs at the base of his skull, “I hope you can forgive me for this one.”
“I may have lied as well,” You confessed and Silco’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter before he spoke.
“Allow me to go first, then,” Silco lifted his head to look at you fully, taking in the serene expression on your face before speaking, “I don’t hate you. Not even in the slightest. I’m not entirely sure if I could.”
“I don’t hate you either,” You agreed, laughter in your voice, “I think you know why.”
“Yes, I’m well aware. It’s the same reason I cannot bring myself to feel badly about you,” Silco’s lips were soft as he pressed them against yours, wincing only briefly at the pressure to the bite you’d given him before you smoothed over the marks inside his lip with your tongue. When he had his fill, Silco pulled away to smooth your hair back from your forehead and kiss there as well, lips moving against your skin, “I love you, too.”
There’s a heavy silence in the air, anticipation settling in as Silco looked at you for any sign of acknowledgment. To his relief, your lips broke out into a smile as you dragged him down for a lingering kiss that brought you full circle in each other's arms once more.
The two hours passed without a care, your eyes watching your airship take the hex gate through the window as you laid your head on Silco’s chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady in your ear as his fingertips drew steady circles along the skin of your back. When he spoke, it was as slow as honey.
“I take it you’ll have to reschedule your ticket.”
You hummed, closing your eyes as you counted his heartbeats. At ten, you reopened them and propped your chin on his chest to look up at him, “I’ll have to check the schedule again. I’m not sure if any will be going to Noxus for a long time.”
“Good,” Silco sounded pleased with himself, “It gives me time to convince you otherwise.”
You pressed your cheek to his chest, letting the warmth of his skin sink into yours.
F!Reader and Silco simultaneously "helping each other out" if ya know what i mean xoxochickenparm
Ah yes, like helping each other put away laundry. Do taxes. The dishes. Paperwork. Handjobs.
The last one sounds the most helpful 😈
Warnings: NSFW, Silco x AFAB!reader, handjobs, vaginal fingering, uncut dick, all below the cut.
You slumped onto to the couch, the tension in your shoulders finally letting go as you sat down for the first time that night. Silco only went to grab a cigar and his lighter, before moving to join you.
Tonight had been awful. You had gone with Silco to make his rounds, figuring it would be a lighter night. Instead you had watched Sevika beat down two men, and a third was beaten by the man at your side. A small group of former employees who had been talking with another Chembaron. And then you had to organize who was covering for them for the rest of the night and trying to figure out how much money had been lost.
You rolled your head so it rested on his shoulder. His blue blinked, before he used his free arm to lay around your shoulders. He slid the cigar between his teeth, and you watched as he lit it, flipping his lighter back closed as he inhaled deeply, his blue eye closing and you knew the black and red one was open even if you couldn't see it from this angle.
You could feel how tense he was still. And you were a little tense yourself still. "How much time do we have until the next meeting?"
He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Ten minutes." He let out a breath of smoke as he spoke, before he took another deep inhale of his cigar.
You let your hand trail over his chest. And his gaze snapped down to it. Then his gaze followed up to your face, and you gave a sheepish smile. His voice was flat, as he spoke around the cigar between his teeth. "You're joking."
Your smile continued. "Still have nine and a half minutes at least." You let your hand trail lower, playing with the buttons on his vest. You felt the deep inhale this time. "We're both tense. This will help us relax at least before the next meeting."
He thought for a moment. And you let your hand trail down to his pants buttons, and you saw him shift his hips. And then he caught your hand. You gazed back up at him.
He took one more inhale on his cigar, before moving it to the painted ash tray on the table. He let out a large blow of smoke, before he let go of your hand. And then his own went to your own pants.
You moved quickly, snapping the buttons open on his pants, and drawing him out half hard already. He really had been tense. His own hand slid into your pants, his fingers swiping over your clit.
You spat in your hand, trying to cover your shudder as he began to work you, before you took hold of him. You stroked him slowly at first, letting your fingers graze around the thick length of him. His legs widened slightly, and you smiled. Only to gasp as he slid a finger past your clit, pressing against your hole but not slipping in.
A quick glance up showed you he was smiling. And you tilted your head. A quick shared look, and then his mouth was on your own. There was the taste of the smoke of his cigar still on his tongue, as he swiped it along your own. And then you felt as much as you heard his moan, as you curled your fist around his cock. Making sure to go slow first, and then give a few faster jerks of your hand.
He rewarded it with his own fingers. One sliding home into you, followed quickly by a second. Curling perfectly inside of you, right where he knew to press and thrust them against. A moan was pressed against his cheek, when he pulled his mouth to press kisses along your jaw.
Your hand came up to the top, pulling down the foreskin enough to trace your thumb around the tip. And you felt his hips thrust upwards at that. But he was never one to be outdone, as he slid a third finger into you, and began to curl them even deeper within you. Until you were rocking your hips down against his hand.
You could hear the wet noise as he fucked you with his fingers. Your pussy trying to clench around them, as he drew them out of you. He hooked his thumb into your pants next, moving to swipe over your clit.
You cursed, and moved your hand faster. And after a moment, added a second hand. Letting it curl over the top of him, rubbing over the tip carefully. Moving the skin at the tip back and forth, earning you a grunt against your jaw.
He swiped against your clit a few more times, until you began to whimper. He kissed along your jaw, up to your cheek, his hand working you fast. "Cum for me, darling." And then his mouth captured your own, muffling the cry you were about to give as his fingers fucked you through your orgasm, curling inside of you perfectly.
He jerked his hips into your hands, and once you had started to calm down, his hand stilled against you. Moving from you to grip your hip as he gave a few harder thrusts, and a groan in your mouth was all your warning, before he came, coating your hand.
You pulled your mouths away a moment later, both panting. A nice sheen of sweat over both of your foreheads, and you glanced at the time. Two minutes.
Quickly you pulled away, much to his frown, before you raised your hand to your mouth and began to lick away his cum. He watched, blue eye wide, breath still coming in pants as you sucked each finger off carefully. And once you were done, you reached for the hand still gripping your hip. And then you brought that up to your mouth to clean it off too.
And he said nothing, only watching as you sucked your mouth around his fingers and tasted yourself. Only curling them around your jaw once you were done, as he cupped your face in his hand. "Once we're done here today," his voice was warm, blowing over the top of your face. You could smell the smoke on it. "I'm going to fuck you into this couch, until you beg me to stop."
Well that was a thought to leave you with, as he uncurled his hand from your face, tucking away his cock and button his pants again. Then you righted your own clothes, brushing the sweat off your forehead as the knock on the door came.
He stood then, moving to his desk. You sat on the couch, grabbing some papers and a pen to take notes with as he called them forward for the meeting.
And once everything was done for the day, Silco made sure you remained on the couch afterwards. He always was a man of his word.
Warnings: Canon typical violence (Bolded cause we getting graphic), dark themes, Another mention of self harm
Summary: You had grown up on the streets. You knew the Underground. Which is why you decided to try and stay away from the main parts of it. Baking was safe and easy.
Helping to take care of a Crime Lord’s daughter? May have been easier to join up with a gang
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The next day you woke Jinx early. You had boiled some water, and had it ready for her in water bottles and some cups. Along with some stew from the few ingredients you had. She wiped at her eyes briefly, but took the bowl of warm stew, and was soon slurping directly from the bowl. You didn’t mind it, as you turned back to your kitchen.
You would need to deliver your orders. To pretend that everything was fine. That your daughter wasn’t hiding up in your tiny apartment while a guard downstairs listened and watched over everyone who came in.
And your door had been marked. “I need to go out today.” She gazed up at you, eyes all hopeful. You smiled. “I need you to stay here and be quiet.”
She frowned. “I want to go with you.”
You touched her cheek, wiping away a bit of stew. “I know. But it’s dangerous. There’s guards who are posted everywhere.” You gently ran a hand through her hair. “And they want to hurt you..” At her frown, you cupped her cheek once more. “I don’t want you to be hurt, okay? It’s my job to protect you.”
Jinx still frowned, holding her half emptied bowl in her lap. “But who is going to protect you?”
I'm a sucker for soulmate AUs and yours melted my heart! Was wondering how you'd go about a soulmate au where the temperature gets hotter the closer they are to each other, colder when they are further away.
sure, here's a little drabble for you. i'll never say no to a soulmate au lmao.
Silco/gn!Reader
631 words - SFW
Soulmate AU
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You've known who your soulmate was since you were a teenager. A kid screwing around in the Lanes, causing trouble and picking up odd jobs, pickpocketing and carving out your own living as parentless delinquent.
From afar, you saw him. Tall, lean, wrapped in an expensive coat as he delicately held the tip of his knife to a man's cheek. His partner, a woman that was equally as large and menacing, held the man in a chokehold.
From the distance, you hadn't heard them speak, but when you peeked over the rooftop and your eyes magnetized to the man with the knife, you knew he was yours, and you were his. Your mark burned on your wrist, like holding it over an open flame. As long as you were this close and didn't touch him, your mark would continue to eat at you like this.
You knew this man, knew who he was and what he was capable of. The things he did to sustain the city, as ass-backward as they were. Silco was a prominent figure that nearly everyone knew, and in that moment as you watched the knife jump away from the man's skin as Silco's matching mark burned like yours, you decided that you wanted no part of this.
As you slipped back over the edge, Silco's gaze was whipping around the alleyway they were in. Unless he climbed the rooftop, he'd never find you - you were already long gone with a cooling soulmark by the time the thought even entered his head.
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It worked to your advantage, actually. The soulmark with how it burned when you got within a respectable distance of its perfect match.
As you grew older and the jobs you took became less about causing trouble and more about the money and the client's power, it helped to know where the Eye of Zaun was looking to avoid getting caught. And he did look, you realized, because occasionally you'd find yourself on a hiding spree, avoiding him as he very obviously sought you out using the temperature of your marks to do so.
Unfortunately for him, it worked both ways and you continued to stay just out of Silco's grasping fingers. At night, when your mark had cooled and you were safely out of Silco's reach, you wondered if it would be so bad - you were his soulmate, surely it wouldn't be as much of a disaster as you thought it would be.
And then you'd remember your years of running from him, and you knew he was likely to be furious with you.
It all came to a head one night, when you got a bit too cocky and took on a job that should have been for a group rather than yourself. You'd been caught, tied up in an alleyway and beaten for information until your eyes were bruised shut and your jaw was too sore to speak.
The ropes on your wrists were too tight, tight enough to burn against your wrists - but a different type of burn was searing across your skin, growing hotter than you'd ever felt it. Your jaw screamed with pain as you grit your teeth, hissing through them at the sensation of Silco getting closer than he'd ever been before.
The sounds coming from the men that caught you were eerily similar to the ones you'd made at their hands only minutes before. You could barely see the glint of gold-trimmed boots as someone knelt next to you, a hand coming to your chin to move you around in the low light and check your injuries.
Immediately the burning of your mark waned, soothed from the first touch of your soulmate against your skin. Silco's fingers were soft against you as he leaned closer, "Nowhere to run now."
let me get Silco being a fine connoisseur of the reader's chaturbate and dumping egregious amounts of money for private sessions -xoxoChickenparm
Anything for you, my beloved @chickenparm <3 <3 <3
Warnings: Camgirl!Reader, modern AU, chaturbate, a bit of voice kink, daddy kink (No ageplay! Just the title), nudes, deepthroating, toys used for penetration use
You pressed your lipstick carefully on, letting your lips smack once the shade was applied. You then checked over your makeup in the mirror, before standing to glance over your body.
The outfit he had picked out was a nice set, you had to admit. A nice shade of burgundy for the nightgown. The stockings were sheer but a bit darker than your skin tone and fell just midway to your thigh, clasping onto the garter around your waist. The panties were black lace and assless, and the bra was the same black lace, sheer that you could see your nipples through it.
You glanced at the time, 10 minutes. It was late, and you had re-adjusted your sleep schedule for this, but he had also been your best customer. And now your only customer, which was how he had wanted it. And how you wanted it now too.
You had originally just started to do camming for some extra money, hiding your face behind a mask. That had come off after your fourth session with him. Now he scheduled so regularly, that you only worked part time on the days he didn’t request.
And you were pretty sure he really enjoyed that you had reworked your entire schedule for him. You had started this two months ago, and the amount of public shows you’d had, you could count on one hand. He said it was when he saw you blush, as you played with yourself. So sweet, yet so dirty.
You double checked over your equipment. You had set up your camera by your bed and had even gotten an additional microphone, one that he had bought for you right after you had put it on your wishlist. So far, he had bought everything that was on your wishlist.
You laid yourself out, laptop on a small stand you kept next to your bed. You set up the private session, inviting him to it. You also brought up your phone, moving to take a picture of your clad thighs. You sent it to him though your shared chat, which featured several other pictures you had taken over the past couple months. Along with a slew of dirty talk. And sometimes just even he’d come in there to vent about his day, never giving a lot of details, but you’d listen and comfort. He seemed to appreciate it.
You had even taken to sending him pictures when he didn’t pay for them. His compliments on your body always made you feel so good. But you hadn’t seen any of him. Earlier on some guys would send you pictures of their dicks, for you to moan and tell them how good they looked. But he never made you do that. There was not a single hint of who he was, and part of you liked the anonymity. It made it so you could imagine anyone, any man.
But part of you really wanted to know who he was, part of you wanted to feel the actual stretch of his cock over toys. Or at least have a guess, so you could replicate it with your toys.
Fuck. You were way too deep.
Your phone beeped and you glanced down at it, feeling the warmth grow in your abdomen.
DaddyofZaun: I’ll be there in a few minutes, sweetheart.
DaddyofZaun: I have a surprise.
The last time DaddyofZaun had gotten you a surprise, it had been whatever was left on your wishlist. The entire thing had been bought and sent to you. And now that was empty. You had received nothing in the mail either, though you probably would be more concerned if you did. The list was anonymous so he couldn’t see your address.
Your brow furrowed, but you smoothed it out after a moment, setting your phone back down.
The next beep was from your laptop. DaddyofZaun has joined your private session.
“How was your day, Daddy?” You greeted, warmly and truthfully. You wanted to hear from him, to know him. At least a little bit more. You trailed a hand from your hip to the tip of your stockings.
DaddyofZaun is typing.
DaddyofZaun: It’s an even better day seeing you like this, darling. So perfect.
“You picked a good outfit.” You flicked your eyes from the screen to the camera. That was probably the most awkward part of this set up. You wanted to give him your full attention, to show your body and follow his commands. But the constant glance at the screen made it a bit harder.
You moved to your knees, showing off the outfit on camera. Making sure to go slowly, he always liked to get a good look at everything he was paying for. You ended with your ass to the camera, showing off the new panties he had gotten you.
DaddyofZaun: Perfect. Always so perfect. I wish I could feel you, sweetheart.
“I wish so too, Daddy.” You lifted the hem of the nightgown a little bit, spreading your legs. “Could help you work off a bad day.” You glanced back at the camera, smiling as you gave your hips a small roll, until you heard the computer beep once more.
DaddyofZaun: I know you’d feel perfect around me, darling. But where to take you first? Your mouth, your cunt?
The whine rose out of your mouth. “My cunt, please, daddy.” You spread your hands along your thighs, careful not to touch your center. But you could already feel yourself getting wet. You tried to imagine what his hands would feel like, how they’d grip you. Your computer beeped again, getting you out of your fantasy.
DaddyofZaun: Are you already so eager, darling? We’ve barely even started.
“I’ve been thinking about it all day.” You admitted, your voice slightly breathy. You touched the outside of the fabric of your panties, just to show him the shine that came off your fingers. “I’m already so wet.”
DaddyofZaun: Stop.
You did so, hands flying down to your blankets. You whimpered, watching him type.
DaddyofZaun: Do you want your surprise, my sweet little whore?
Fuck. You loved when he switched from endearments to degrading you. You gave a nod, feeling your face warm.
DaddyofZaun: Grab your phone, and face the camera. I want to see your face.
You moved, a little reluctantly. Sitting down, in front of the camera. You offered it a small smile, before you held out your phone, far enough that he could see your face. Then gazed down at it expectantingly.
You saw him typing.
DaddyofZaun: Ready, darling?
“Ready.” You said, feeling excited. Your legs slid against one another, and he must’ve caught it because he paused typing.
DaddyofZaun: My dirty girl should get a reward.
And then the next thing he sent wasn’t any text. Your eyes widened as you stared at the picture he sent you.
It was of his dick, just pulled out of a pair of black trousers. Long, thick and horribly hard. One hand held it, fingers though still in the image, you could tell they had been moving. Pulling back his foreskin.
You must’ve been staring longer than you had thought.
DaddyofZaun: You’ve gone speechless darling.
“I wanna change my answer.” Your mouth was watering, thighs rubbing together again. “I want to have it in my mouth. Please, daddy.” You gazed into the camera, half tempted to grab a toy. To demonstrate how badly you wanted it there. Instead you gazed into it, spreading your legs to show off how badly you were wet. “I want you to fuck my face with your cock, Daddy.”
Another message, again from your phone.
DaddyofZaun: Do you want more, darling?
“Yes!” You blushed over how loud and instant that was. “I mean, yes please, Daddy.”
Then he sent you something next. A number. With a Zaun area code. You swallowed, you lived in Zaun. You could be only a few streets away from each other. And he would definitely know that if you called him, that you were also in Zaun. However, the temptation to hear his voice was too much.
You called, hands shaking as you dialed the number. It only rang once as he picked up the phone right away. And his voice, his voice. “Such an eager girl, sweetheart.”
His voice was perfect. Even better than anything your fantasies could’ve imagined. “You sound so nice, Daddy.”
He laughed, a soft thing. “I’m glad you think so.” There was a pause, you could hear the sound of a chair. The slight ruffle of clothes. “If you want another picture, you’re going to be a good girl for me.” You gave a nod into the camera, and heard him sigh. And then the slight rubbing sound of wet skin. “You’ve seen how big I am, and if I were to actually fuck your throat, well, you’d need some practice, darling.”
He’d had you fuck your mouth with toys before. But definitely nothing with the biggest toy you had. Smaller ones that made you drool and moan, and imagine sucking on his length.
You set down the phone, moving it to speaker mode. Your hands were trembling as you moved to your small set of toys. You took the largest dildo, and brought it in front of the camera. He had suggested adding this one to your wishlist a few weeks ago, but you had yet to use it. You moved to your hands and knees, face in front of him as you settled the dildo down.
“Shaking like a leaf. Are you that excited, slut?”
You gave a nod, rocking your hips against nothing. “I’ve wanted this so badly, Daddy.”
“Show me.”
You parted your lips. You let your tongue dip out, circling around the head of the fake cock. His praise encouraging you to take more, a devil in your ear. And so you did, gazing into the camera as you moved to slide the toy into your mouth. You got about halfway, before you felt yourself choke and pull off of it.
There was a chuckle from your phone. “Nice try, sweetheart. Going to have to do better than that.”
You glanced up at the camera, panting over the toy. You blinked back the tears, and moved to go again. This time when you choked, you only swallowed around the toy. When the tears slid down your cheeks, you just accepted them, eyes only for the camera as you attempted to fit the entire thing in your throat.
He was silent as he watched, you could only hear the faint sounds of breathing, so you knew he was there.
And when you finally got to the base, your eyes running, makeup ruined, you heard him groan. Your hips rolled again, against nothing. You wanted something. Anything.
“Take it out of your mouth, slut.” You did so, panting, breath hoarse. You blinked to clear your gaze, feeling the drool against your chin. You wiped it with the back of your hand. “Get on your back, and spread your legs.”
You moved quickly, grabbing a pillow to prop yourself up for the camera. “Leave your panties on. I paid for the entire outfit. It all stays on.” He was quick to tell you, his voice almost a snarl next to your head, when you began to shimmy them down. “Pull them to the side, and let me see you.”
Your entire body shook, but you did as he asked. Pulling back your panties to the side, exposing your wet cunt. “I said, I wanted to see you. Spread yourself, darling.”
“Yes, Daddy.” You heard the slight grunt on the other line as you said that, and you moved, spreading yourself. Letting him see you entirely, as he just looked. Gazing at how wet you were.
“Such a good girl. Fuck yourself with that toy. I wanna see how much you can take.”
“Yes, Daddy. I can take you.” You moved, keeping your panties to the side, grabbing the still wet dildo. You slid it against your cunt once, moaning loudly. You could hear his breath coming in pants now, and it made you only want to fuck him more. How would it feel to ride him?
You let the dildo catch on your cunt, before you began to push it in. Your thighs shaking, as you began to slowly thrust the toy into yourself. “Fuck,” you whispered, at the toys thickness. You prayed he wasn’t actually much thicker, because you’d need lube to be able to take him. But you would.
“I know you would.” He said over the line, his voice breathy, and yet tense. And you realized you had said that out loud. “You’d take it all. Like the slut you are. I’d make you take it.”
Fuck, that had your hips roll. “Daddy, I want it so bad. I want you inside of me.” You thought of his cock, being stroked in his hand. You wondered if he used lube or spit. Before the next session, you’d have to ask. You wanted to know, so you could really imagine he was inside of you. “I want to feel you cum inside me. I want you to make me a mess.”
You heard a sharp intake of air and the toy was soon bottomed out inside of you. “Fuck.” It was the first time you’d ever heard him curse, and your hips rolled, and you could hear the wet sound of it. Of you.
“Touch your clit, sweetheart.” His voice was absolutely ragged. And you could not even form words to respond to it, only moving your free hand down to your clit, while you just moaned. “Cum for, Daddy.”
It took only a few thrusts, while you were so full and worked up. Your fingers circling your clit only a few times. And you came hard, with a scream and your back arched. And you heard him a ragged noise leaving him, before you knew he was finished.
And then you both were there, panting. After a moment, you withdrew the toy, gasping at how your pussy ached from it. You heard him laugh on the other end, and you couldn’t hold back your smile.
“I know if you were to actually do that, I would probably not be able to move for a few hours.” He chuckled on the other end of the line. You gently moved the used toy to a towel, but before you used it to clean yourself up, he spoke.
“Show me.” His voice was soft, and you obliged. You showed him how wrecked your pussy looked now, pointing your hips at the camera. “You’d be such a perfect fit for me, sweetheart.”
You moved, curling onto yourself so you could face the camera more fully. Your cunt aching as you moved. And that gave you a lot more thoughts as to how he’d feel after he fucked you himself. You blushed, gazing into the camera. “I want to be, Daddy. Want to be perfect for you.”
“You already are.” There was a shuffle, and you heard something. The sound of fabric rustling. “I have to go, darling.” And your heart nearly leapt when he sounded as disappointed as you felt.
“I’ll miss you.” You blew a kiss into the camera. “Thank you.”
He hummed. “For what?”
You bit your lip. “For letting me hear you. See you. I know it must’ve taken a lot to do that.”
There was a pause. His voice was soft and warm next. “You’re so sweet, darling.” Then a small shuffle, another ruffle of fabric. “Makes me want to have you again.”
You smiled into the camera, letting him see it. Your make up was probably still a mess. “I won’t charge you if you want a second round.” You let one hand fall to your cunt, and you could hear the slight intake of breath again. “You’re too much fun, Daddy.”
“I would love to do that, sweetheart.” Then a sigh. “But I have to go.”
You pouted, but gave a nod, moving your hand up to your hip. But you managed a smile after a moment. “Have a good day.”
“You too, darling.”
The call ended, and you blew a few more kisses into the camera. Then very slowly moved over to your laptop. There were no new messages, and you ended the stream after a moment of waiting. Then slumped down into your bed.
That had been a lot. But a good, a lot.
You moved to clean yourself, and then just threw the towel down. You were a bit surprised when you heard a beep on your phone, not ten minutes later.
It was another picture. This time of DaddyofZaun holding his cock, half hard, and the mess of cum you could see on his pants.
DaddyofZaun: You made me just as much of a mess.
You grinned at the picture. Replying with a message of how you would help him clean it up. Along with several licking emojis.
There was another half hour before you got a response, and your heart struck when you saw the length of it.
DaddyofZaun: I know you live in Zaun. Finding out you’re so close to me, has done a number on my thoughts, darling. I can’t think of anything else.
And then there was an address. One that with a quick good search showed you it was for a bar, The Last Drop.
DaddyofZaun: Pick a time. Let me have you sweetheart. I’ll pay double, triple, anything you want. Just let me have you. Let me feel you.
You had to think for a few minutes. Then your legs shifted together again. You gave your response after thinking hard, and typing out a few messages, and re-writing those messages.
I just want you. I don’t want you to pay for it, I want you to have it. Have me, Daddy. I’m yours.
And then you placed a time for your usual next session. In two days. When your phone beeped again, your hands shook as you read it.
DaddyofZaun: I’m going to have you, darling. You’re mine.
Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY, minors begone), language/dirty talk, teasing, sexual tension, self-lovin', voice-kink, some mild dom/sub elements, vaginal-fingering
Note: I made an entire page in my notebook about the rules and plays of poker for this. For this. Y'all got me at gunpoint, and I love it.
Anyway, lets start this New Year off right + a day late, party-people!
Tags of those who requested Part 2: @shuttlelauncher81 @jester-junk @mayor-returns @erideight
"You know..." You gulp, before taking a shaky inhale. "... t-this isn't fair."
"Oh?" The man didn't even look up from his deck, seemingly focused on his set as he slowly ran his gaze over the numbers and icons of his cards. "But this game is only partially based in skills. There's quite a bit of it based solely in the luck of the player."
"B-but... fuck, Silco..." At last his good eye blinks lazily, before both red and bluish-green lifted over the edge of the cards to observe your flushed face for a few heartbeats before picking the cigar from his mouth to lowly mutter out a chiding reminder as he returned his gaze, "We're playing, darling. Don't try to speed though our game for your... wins." He settled on the word after a few beats of thought. It still made you shudder and try and focus on calming the rapid thudding of your heart.
The part of you that had audibly gasped when he finally showed the hand that had removed the last articles of your clothing, loves this. The part of you that had to fight a grin of triumph as you watched him give special attention to each button of his shirt before slowly slipping it off his shoulders to fold and put aside, revealing a black undershirt that had left very, very little to your imagination, decided poker is your new favorite game.
The current part of you, with legs spread and trembling as you grip your cards like a lifeline in one hand, your other hand shaking with a carefully-slow tempo as it rubs and teases along the folds between your legs, absolutely loathes poker now.
You had been quick to point it out with a grin, after handing him your bra obediently, that you had nothing else to offer and the game would need to come to a close. His hooded mortal eye had peered at you calmly, the smell of fresh spice-smoke still on his lips as he made the idle suggestion.
"How about we have you... do something for me, every time you lose a round?" You had squeezed your bare thighs closer together with the heat that pooled with the cool suggestion in his tone, and had been so careful to keep your nod from looking too eager.
Silco had still smiled slightly in bemusement as if he noted your restraint, and when you inevitably lost the exact-next hand, he was smiling still as he had grabbed a new cigar and lighter, and told you to play with yourself like you would when alone at night.
"Or, you can forfeit, and we can pick this up again at a later time."
The teasing tone, escorted with that damned smirk, had been enough for you snap out of your stunned-state at his request, hotter than you had ever felt before in your life despite the cool air on your skin. You slowly unfreeze your hand, spread open your legs in your seat and move down to your core. His mix-matched eyes lingering on the slow movements of your fingers beginning to dip down to your cunt as he brought the fresh-lit cigar to his lips. The fire at the end of his smoke glowing in his eyes as he added quietly,
"Oh. And don't even think about rushing it, dear."
Fuck.
Now, after a handful of minutes between him analyzing his cards, reminding you to check yours, and watching as your fingers dipped into your sex, his lips quirk as if fighting back a smirk as you let out tiny strings of curses and hushed breaths between biting at your own lips for silence.
"I-i... I don't..." The man sighs in faux-exasperation, as if you were simply being dramatic as you bit back an embarrassingly loud groan as you circled your clit with the pad of your thumb. Normally you'd enjoy taking your time to enjoy yourself in bed, but with him literally a foot away, it's a new kind of torture for you to bare.
For him, it's the best fun he's had in a while, this new game of his. "Mankind was given mouths for a reason, so be sure to use your words." You could barely hold back the full-body shudder at the way his voice purposefully dipped lower in his sentence. "Silco... please, please, I need..." The keen spills out halfway as you force yourself to still, thighs slicked and trembling as you worked to keep them from snapping closed and racing yourself to much-needed completion. "What you want can be addressed later, doll," The man murmured as he sighed a bit, as if disappointed, turning his hand to show you the set he hand, giving a reminding glance down to your own cards that you were in the process of strangling. "What you need, is to remember to play your hand."
Your finger struggling not to rub furiously as it circles that sensitive numb at your center, you manage to refocus your attention on his set of cards, and then your own, visibly shaking in your hand. "T-... two pair," You're quick to tell him, hope and desire mixing as you noted the smaller numbers in his set. "I-i won this round, you have to..." You swallow back a moan as his eyes remain on your face as you pant, darting your gaze down to his pants and to his face in quick succession, silently pleading.
"Hmm... I suppose you did. Well done," He purrs, reaching down to his belt buckle as you squeeze your eyes shut to concentrate, naked toes curling to dig into the carpet beneath you as you waited. You truly thought you needed him at this point, whether to give you mercy by letting you speed the movements of your hand stroking along the folds of your soft wetness, or letting him sweep this damn card-game off the table and fuck you senseless against it, you didn't care...
You needed something, and so you were incredibly quick to open your eager eyes as you heard the sound of his belt slipping out in one, smooth, quick movement through the loops. Mouth slipping open as you breath slow and heavy to calm your thudding heart, you feel your clit throb beneath your fingers as you watch his fingers slowly work to carefully wrap it up, and put away his belt atop his folded and stacked pile of clothes.
Your pulse skips in shock and despair as instead of finally getting out of those slim black pants, Silco merely takes the stack of cards and begins to reshuffle the deck. "... What... but I-"
"Oh? Did I assume incorrectly?" The Eye of Zaun asked, the infamous cerulean and hell-fire glancing up at you in a mix of curiosity, confusion and a barely-contained shit-eating grin. "I'm sorry but you forgot to properly give voice to your wants, dear. You assumed I would know exactly what you needed, and unfortunately, " He handed you the five cards for the new round, tongue visibly poking into his cheek as he took in your devastated expression while off-handedly bringing the cigar back to his mouth. "... it looks like you'll have to wait for your next win."
"Fuck you." A stupid thing to say if you were literally anyone else, possibly even a deadly thing, but all he does is chuckle quietly after exhaling a perfect ring of smoke into the air, returning his attention back to his own deck as you shake with impatience, your own eyes locked on the damn pieces of paper clenched in your hand.
You don't realize you've stilled the ministrations on your throbbing core until you jump, feeling the brush of fingertips at your wrist in a reminder, forearm brushing against your inner thigh as Silco murmurs quietly to you, "Don't forget to keep playing."
Silco parts his mouth open slightly, and seems to taste the noise you make as you open your mouth, a choked whine to crawl out of your lips as you obediently move your hand further down, stroking at your entrance while grinding the heel of your palm against your clit. Relishing in the sound you make, but he still leans back over to settle in his seat before you can give chase.
Somehow, with need pounding in every movement of your body, you dazily play through the next round, your middle finger curling to just barely rub inside at your soaked entrance as you writhe in your seat. You can't being yourself to look up, but his gaze is heavy on you, enough to be felt in the rapidly-heating silence between the two of you as you play.
The whine you give as Silco calmly puts his cigar out, grinding it with finality into the ashtray before spraying his cards out on the table, is practically a scream in comparison to the small, thoughtful hum he gives. "Hmm... would you like to review my hand-"
"No." It's strained, gasping for a lungful of air as you pant, and it earns you a dark, lustful chuckle. "Right, then now that I've won..." His shadow casts over your side of the table, your losing deck cast into darkness as he murmurs low enough that you must strain your desire-filled mind to catch his devastating words as he laces his fingers to rest his chin on his fists: "... I would now like you to stop."
The whine bubbles in your throat, but still, you go to move your touch from your throbbing cunt-
"Oh, no. You leave that hand right where it is."
The whine bursts out of you as you manage to still your hand over your mound, biting down harshly on your lip as you lightly bang your head back on the headrest behind you. "Dammit, Silco... p-please...?"
"Come now, be a good girl..." You actively need to fight the groan at his words alone, but it doesn't stop the unconscious jerk of your hips against your shaking hand, or the next whimper of desire as you feel the restrained fire of his gaze lock onto the movement. "... and use your words."
Pretense goes out the window, immediately. "I need you, Silco, please-"
With your eyes squeezed close as you fought to control your breathing and weak moans at the heat coursing through your body with need, you're blind to the way the kingpins already-dark, contrasting eyes had flashed at your breathless, beautiful whimper of his voice before he got to his feet and moved.
You're fully aware of the moment your hand is grabbed and quickly replaced with his own. Any noises of bliss you make as his long fingers began to stroke and dip between your glistening thighs are muted, his other hand gripping the back of your neck to crash his lips to yours.
A moan as a bruising nip at your lips gives him allowance to deepen the already-intense kiss further, he rewards you with a firm swipe of his thumb over your clit. A jolt snapping up your spine at the action, your hands lunge upwards to grip to him for support, chest heaving as he released your mouth, traveling down to growl into your neck.
"You enjoy it like this, hm?" You whimper at his low words, snaking a hand up to cart through dark hair and grip for support as he bit down along to your collarbone. "Go on, tell me. I want to hear how much you enjoy this." His fingers pressed inward, barely dipping into your heat, but you still keened at the touch. "Gods, Sil... yes, please, just like that...!"
You feel the smirk along your skin before he returns to leaving the trail of bruises, that you'll have no hope in trying to conceal come morning. His other hand snaked down from where it gripped your hair to fondle and massage at your chest, earning a shiver from you as he lavished at your hardened peaks with his fingers.
Meanwhile, the familiar motions Silco was doing against your cunt nearly made you whimper, as he was following a near-perfect imitation of your earlier motions against yourself.
The realization of him not just watching, but taking note of what made you squirm, nearly pushed you over the edge then and there. The feel of him turning his wrist to palm against your clit while beginning to work on curling his fingers inside, brought you even closer as you moaned in approval.
The moan is cut off shortly as, after firmly marking up your neck for all-the-world to see come-morning, Silco's partially-scarred lips drag back up to cover your mouth, free hand returning to cup around your cheek. It's almost sweet, the way his mouth simply moves in slow tandem against yours with that damn thumb sending bolts of lightning up your spine with every slow circle in your heat.
You jerked your hips impatiently upon realizing he was simply resting a finger within you to allow familiarity of his touch, your silent attitude earning a rumbling chuckle against your lips as he pulled back. You cracked open your eyes, breathing in a shuddering inhale as you met his bemused, but oh so hungry gaze fixated upon your panting, heated expression.
"Come now, be a good girl..." The lazy curl of his index into your quivering walls almost makes you sob, along with his low tone. "... use your words."
You whimper, leaning forward to press your forehead to his, noses brushing as you whisper needlingly, "Please, Silco, fuck me-"
His name is all he needed to hear, apparently, that loud feral growl of his overwriting the second part of your sentence as he crashes his mouth to yours, his finger beginning to furiously pick up the pace in and out of your dripping pussy. Your cry into his mouth is instant as you cling to him, hand snapping up to the back of his head for support as your tongues meld and twist together.
You can't pray to last long enough to savor the feel of his hand slowing down enough to add in his second finger, before he returns to fucking you deeply. One, two, three more stokes against that bundle of nerves deep within you, and a final grind against your clit, before you explode, stars behind your eyes as you moan out his name, loud enough the kiss can't even hope to conceal it.
His fingers continue to thrust in and out of you through your orgasm, slowly coming to still as you shudder and whine through your descent from the peak of your climax. A final lazy kiss to your lips before he pulls back to let you attempt to catch your breath, though you have no doubts it's also to watch as he pulls his fingers from your spent-cunt with a final groan of satisfaction from you.
Silco's fingers, once nearly bruising with the force of the grip on your hair, is almost gentle in the way he softly rubs and massages into your scalp as you come down to earth. Your eyes drag open lazily, and he smirks slightly, but humored as he takes in the dazed look in your eyes. "I'm assuming that was an enjoyable way to wrap up our game?"
Breathless, you chuckle as you bring half-boneless arms up to wrap loosely around his shoulders. "Thought the spoils only go to winners?" You tease right back, and he hums almost thoughtfully, closing his mortal eye briefly as the red-one glows in the dimness of the room. "That seems to imply watching you, and then feeling you unravel, wasn't an reward on it's own..." His seafoam eye cracks back open, hooded and low as his voice as he assures you, "And believe me, I felt much rewarded from that."
Heat travels up your spine but, feeling playful, you lift your bare leg to brush against him, his hard-length obvious even within the confines of his pants. The hand carting though your hair tightens immediately with a sharp intake of breath from him, but you can only giggle at his reaction, "Sure there isn't anything more I can do for you?"
His eyes, both green and red, flash to yours, with that deep growl sounding again from him as he suddenly brings his arms around your waist to lift you off the chair. You gasp, and don't even attempt to stand on your own lifeless legs as you wrap them around his waist as your arms tighten for support on his shoulders.
Surprise melts back into desire as he brings his mouth up to your ear, biting at the soft skin just below before murmuring lowly, with promise, "Don't you worry, doll. I believe you'll make me feel like a winner yet..."
Warnings: Canon typical violence, dark themes, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM IN THIS CHAPTER. A LOT OF ANGST.
Summary: You had grown up on the streets. You knew the Underground. Which is why you decided to try and stay away from the main parts of it. Baking was safe and easy.
Helping to take care of a Crime Lord’s daughter? May have been easier to join up with a gang
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You stared at the red, not feeling it fully inch into your mind. It was thicker than water, but it spread and stained your fingers.
It felt like blood.
“Jinx?” You called, standing up. You could feel the slight tremble in your hand. It grew up, traveling over your entire body. You turned, following the blood trail with your candle. And something gripped your heart as it led to Jinx’s room.
“Jinx?” You called. Then your fist slammed on the door. “Jinx!"
There was no answer. You moved, falling back against the wall. And then you ran forward. Your body slammed into the door, and it didn’t budge. You scrambled your hands along the door finding the know and shaking it, dropping the candle, not caring as it broke and the hall darkened. You called for Jinx again, and then you stopped, your breath coming out in quick puffs of air.
Then you took a deep breath. You could hear some shuffling just beyond the door. You focused on trying to make your voice calm. “Jinx, if you’re there, I really need you to open the door.” You heard the shuffle again. “Sweetie, please.” The endearment ran out of you before you could stop it.
And it seemed to work. The handle clicked. The door opened.
