Hey! Can I get a Silico x reader where the reader is pretty oblivious to romantic advances and gestures? It can be Headcanons or oneshot whatever you’d like! Thank you!
Tired!Verse Reader is breaking down my door and demanding my attention, I'm so sorry-
Warnings: Pre-Slash, rom-com, injuries/dislocated joints, language, Reader and Silco miscommunicating to the highest degree (he's trying to ask you out/she just wants a nap, you dum-dums.)
"... think they'll fall off?"
"Dustin, shut up." You growled under your breath, feeling sweat dripping off your brow, skin clammy. "You don't get to keep them even if they do, freak." Ignoring his snicker, you raised your eyes to the metal walkway of the cannery, focusing on inhaling, exhaling and ignoring every burst of pain radiating from your hand.
The desire to storm off to see Singed was growing stronger with every beat, but no, apparently every miniscule detail of the mission apparently to be relayed right now to this-
"What's wrong with her?"
Asshole.
He asked it like it was an accusation, and it made you scowl with your sharp, pain-fueled retort.
"Bad punch, then a bad fall, where's the doctor?" You didn't care if it sounded short, just like you didn't care how his question sounded sharp too, his eyes zeroing in on your injury. Forgetting about the goon relaying the mission, the slim man narrowed his remaining eye until you tucked the crooked, dislocated-jointed fingers closer to your chest.
"...Out," Silco paused, pressing his lips tightly. You thumped your head back slightly on the wall with a strained chuckle. Of course he was. "Why didn't any of you reset them?" Another accusation, but at least it shared between you and all the others.
"Funny thing, you didn't exactly hire us all as medics," You snapped, ignoring Ran's prodding-elbow to watch the tone. Silco's rebuke never came, instead, he tilted his head to the side in a single half-nod, and without further instruction, the rest of the team disbanded and dispersed throughout the warehouse. Even though you wanted nothing more than to join them, you thunked your head back onto the wall behind you, huffing out a breath though your nose as he stepped over.
"A bit surprising, you seem like the sort who would've obtained any and all manner of injuries on the street," His comment was smooth and measured. "Yet you know nothing of how to fix them?"
"Again, not a doctor."
"No, but it's a quite miracle you survived this long."
Again, an asshole.
But he paid decent, and Ran seemed to respect him, so you only steeled your jaw when he held out a hand. Slender fingers wavered slightly in the air, not exactly inviting, but you didn't want to trek home with half your fingers in a different direction than normal.
"Other hand on my shoulder," You followed the order as he took your wrist in hand, and you were now standing closer than you have ever been. "Loosen your jaw, we don't want you breaking teeth." "Can't fix that, can you?" Your grumble was meant with a small squeeze of his hand at your wrist - something that you could almost mistake as a comforting gesture, before he took one of your dislocated fingers in the other hand and snapped it back into place.
A life on the streets made you strong.
You've been dealt plenty of punches, kicks and even a fair amount of stabs over the years, but it's almost embarrassing how loud you scream out at the suddenness of your joints snapping into place.
Your head snapped forward and down in an attempt to curl in on yourself, but Silco doesn't allow it. His grip on your wrist is strong, unyielding for your own good, and you repay him by nearly tearing into the shoulder of his shirt with the next snap of your finger moving back into place.
The third, and final time he does it, you're sure you black-out momentarily. Held up by stubborn legs, and the hand that fists loosely, but securely on the front of your shirt, coupled with the one still wrapped around your wrist.
You know you should be grateful. That your boss even considered you worth helping in the first place, and that he didn't drag out the pain any further than necessary. And the fact that he isn't taking this as an opportunity to berate, or worse, monologue in front of the scattered assembled of his gang. Which you know aren't technically watching, but would catch every word he says without issue.
But then any hint of gratefulness fades, when you feel a thumb rubbing your skin, comfortingly, and a smooth, low tone to reach your ears alone when the ringing of pain finally recedes. "-rong. You are so, impossibly strong..."
Silco is mocking you, surely. This man does nothing but glint and glare, eyes ever on you the moment you walk in, watching you at every training or wrestle. Waiting for failure, surely, as evidenced in the way he all but verbally pounces when you trip, or fall, or forget to eat, or get to drunk, or break half the fingers on a hand for one of his damn missions-
"Truly, you have no right to be, but here you are. Strong, daring, and bold." Blinking away what remains of your pain from your eyes, you raise your head up and find that he's mere inches from your face, the fiery-eye smoldering while the green isn't too far off, hooded as he leans close.
You blink, but still catch the end of his tongue slipping out to wet a bottom lip, before he speaks again, "You truly... you have no idea what you do, do you? The effect you have on my group, my goal, my mission, me-"
"Shut up!"
Gods, you could HEAR the building accusation coming from a mile away!
Whatever he was about to say, be it a slow-built insult on you slowing down the group, distracting him or even more insulting, being a weakness, dies on his lips as you thrust your face even closer. The bright seagreen is blown wide as your noses are now nearly brushing.
"I am tired, sir," You hissed, managing to ignore the spots in your vision as you curl you re-fixed hand into a fist, save one black-blue finger to wag in his face. "Tired, and we have no time for... for this!" You gestured between the two of you, his eyes dropping down to follow with a brow furrowing.
Was he... upset that he couldn't belittle you? Silco's brow was furrowed, something almost akin to disappointment. But instead of your ire rising to volcanic levels, you feel your energy drain entirely. Reaching up with your freehand, finally detaching from the grip on his shoulder that he never once flinched at, you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Just... can we do this thing with us later? I'm hurt, exhausted and can't think right now, and you have a lot of work to do too. Later time, please, Silco?"
You missed it, because your eyes were closed as you focused on massaging out the headache, but Silco slowly winked his remaining eye in thought.
Then concentration filled his gaze, pulling back and releasing his solid, comforting grip on your wrist.
For now, now that you've, from his perspective, asked him to wait for a later time. Reasonable enough, there was still much to do, much to plan...
Silco could wait as long as you needed. He trusted you to come to him.
"I believe that is... a beneficial arrangement for us, seeing as we still do indeed have work to do," He said, before, firmer, slipping back into the role of an employer. "Later, then. For now, I think it would be best for you to return home." Your eyes flashed open, but your scathing reply was quickly cut-off, "You said it yourself... exhaustion and pain can only motivate for so long, and I don't need you motivated for anything at the moment." The scarred man tilts his head towards the exit.
"You'd be more use at home. Resting, and healing up."
More use? Your anger now truly flared, but so did the burning in his eye, as he stepped away from you, and called for Ran to escort you home.
For you, this was a grave insult on your capabilities, to be dismissed in such a fashion by this asshole.
For Silco, he hoped you had a restful night st home. Watching you go, already grumbling under your breath as you followed Ran out, he could tell why you wanted to wait, until later indeed.
Summary: "So... what? Is this you trying to tame me?" Your sarcastic comment only earned a raised brow, and after a beat, a hum.
"Now, why would I want to do a thing like that..." Leaning down close from above you, you are soon close enought to realize, that he has small, miniscule flecks of actual green in his natural eye, which peers down at you lazily, but entirely fixated as he murmurs, "... when it's so much more rewarding to rile you up?"
WC: 3.4 K, (Silco X F!Reader)
Warnings: SFW, but steamy. Language, brief dirty-talk, power-dynamics, boss/employee relationship, rough kissing, praising, body-worship, slight possessiveness, light manhandling/groping, also y'all are definitely going to yell at me, but I ain't sorry ;^P
With the sounds of thrashing, one would be forgiven to think that the two were in the middle of a heated, hateful brawl. Honestly, with a sneer fixed on your face, and the way you all but lunge to him between breaths, Silco himself wonders if he should feel concern that you might tear his throat out...
Your teeth do find his neck, but they leave bruising instead of blood. Any offhand worry of an attack is quelled, especially when your hands are working furiously at the clasps of his vest. It's clear you have no regard for his apparel, for the kingpin swears your nails are ripping through the dark leather to get at the golden-buckles.
"My, my... aren't you wild?"
His chuckle is swallowed by yet another slam of your mouth onto his, and the vest is half-frantically shouldered off, an impaitent grunt sounding when the strap catches on a cufflink. He has to furiously shake it off to-let crumble uncaringly to the ground. Arm wounds tight around your waist with nails digging around to your hip, as you let out a moan into his dark grin. His other palm finds the surface of the door from behind you, all but slamming it open for the two of you to stumble in.
Now it actually feels like a battle.
Though not one of hate and bloodlust - lustful, yes, but the sight of the bed causes another willful burst to take over your body. Your movements and grip now bruising, Silco finds himself laughing on your tongue when you tighten fingers on his belt-loops, trying to turn him around to shove him back-first onto the bed.
Oh, you're spirited, yes, and that alone could be enough of an advantage to get away with it; with your attempt to wrest a sense of dominance for yourself, while in Silco's own domain.
Admirable, and bold. But unfortunately, you forgot to account for the fact that the Eye of Zaun was impaitent.
You are able to bounce once on the rather comfortable mattress beneath you, before you quickly work to prop yourself up on your elbows. It's an instant, but an instant too late, as he's on you just as quickly. Pinning your thighs, then hips in place with his knees as your hands flash up and try to grab at him as he moves up and over your body.
"Eager now, are we? Funny..." Fingers were captured where they had been yanking his shirt from it's tucked position. The room was dim enough that light blended seamlessly into shadows, but his bright normal eye, and burning-red seemed to glow almost sunlike in the darkness. Watching you pant for breath with hands twitching as Silco smoothly interlocked your fingers with his, there was a glimmer of mirth in the green and black, mixed-crimson depths as he continued, "...last I remembered, you seemed to be more eager to run, than to do anything else. I can't lie to you, I'm afraid I am rather pleased by this new show of enthusiasm."
"Fuck you," You grumbled, and the blue-green eye became a slit. The almost-sweet handholding between the two of you ended, fingers sliding from between your own to lock around your wrists and hook on tight. Silco's hands became the shackles that pinned your hands to either side of your head, pressing them deep into the cushy sheets and mattress beneath you.
Jaw dropped and gapping at the sudden movements, you instinctively yanked and pulled at the grip locked around you, suddenly only now privy to the realization that you were completely vulnerable. Vulnerable, pinned, and trapped beneath the most powerful crimelord in all of Zaun, whose entire scope of attention was on you during your sudden bout of struggles.
"Oh please, don't stop on my account," Silco's tone was almost bored, calling out the bluff of your struggles, even as your legs kicked out once behind him. Safely out of striking-reach, but it was the thought that counted. "Keep wearing your self out. It's a good waste of time, and I think it only helps the two of us out in the end."
As if on cue, your body flopped back down entirely, chest heaving slightly for a breath as you scowled up at him. It wasn't heated though, and he noted this with a quirk of his eyebrow as you grumbled, almost peevishly, "Not seeing how this is helping us out."
"Consitering our last meeting ended with us... perhaps, going a bit fast," The admittance made you blink. "... resulting in your rapid exit and quite the headache, I feel that progress is more easily achieved when one takes their time."
The scarred side of his lips twitch, and there's something almost playful in the way his thumb swipes over your pulse-point. "Unfortunately, I don't think you know the meaning of slowing-down. Or if you do, you fail to understand how to exercise restraint."
"So... what? Is this you trying to tame me?" Your sarcastic comment only earned a raised brow, and after a beat, a hum. You felt the pads of his fingers actually having the nerve to tap against your wrists in thought, but any attempt to lurch beneath the man only earned a warning squeeze on the pinned-hands, and a low-chuckle in accompaniment.
"Now, why would I want to do a thing like that..." Leaning down close from above you, you are soon close enough for your air-supply to practically come entirely from his own mouth; and you realize, that he has small, miniscule flecks of actual green in his natural eye, which peers down at you lazily, but still entirely fixated as Silco murmurs, "... when it's so much more rewarding to rile you up?"
A sudden breath being sucked through your teeth as you feel the man shifting slightly over your body, lowering just enough that he could comfortably rest partially over your body. Silco receives no order to remove himself from you, and so closes the gap as you continue to stare up at him. Heavy breathing catching when his chest presses to yours, with gazes holding for only a heartbeat longer and then Silco tilts his head just as his nose brushes against yours.
Breath hitches suddenly at the feel of lips pressing almost delicately on your cheekbone. The thought of Silco doing anything delicate would make you cackle at the outrageousness of the image, in any other situation, but here, your own lips can only part wordlessly as he repeats the action.
"You are truly a fierce thing," The murmur vibrates against your skin, your tongue feeling dry as he traces the contour of your cheek. "Wild, truly. Even now, every nerve is sharp with fight, with passion..." A firmer press, just beneath the hollow of your eye, and you felt your lashes flicker close as a silent sigh hushed from your mouth.
Or perhaps not as silent as you thought, because you felt his lips freeze in place for several heartbeats. "... you indeed have no idea what you do to me, do you?"
"Oh... I could guess."
Another vibration along your skin, and you felt that damnable thumb rubbing slow circles onto the joint in your wrist as his lips trailed. Moving to give the other half of your face similar treatment, you shuddered at his words, and the faintest drag of his teeth along his skin as he spoke between unimaginably slow, intimate kisses to your skin.
"The moment I saw you, I knew I was looking at something truly ferocious. Unbroken, despite all the world can do in order to do so... every time I saw you, I knew I was witnessing something truly wild, fierce, strong... it's stunning, really. You, are stunning."
It was silly for Silco to claim that you had reinvented these concepts for him - the Eye of Zaun knew full-well you were born and bred on the streets, and these characteristics were far from rare with your breed...
Still. You had never, in all your life, been described as stunning before, and hearing him breathe the word so reverently, made your body shift beneath his own, and your chest jump a beat, before you managed to find your voice.
"Y..." You swallowed back the stutter the moment you felt it on your tongue, praying he didn't notice. Silco was paused above you though, so you made sure to say each ford as slow and carefully as possible, to avoid something as mortifying as a voice-crack. "You... could've said something. Why didn't you say s-something, fuck..." A rumble deep in his chest after he pulled the sputter from your collected-words.
"Oh, believe me, if I knew something as simple as kisses could bring you squirming beneath me... or how long it would take for you to read between the damn lines, I would've done something much, much sooner..."
The press of his hands over your wrists tightened at your sudden squirm, and Silco pulled back to watch you, smirk fading into surprise. Pressing your cheek firmly into the mattress beneath you, you were biting hard on your bottom lip as you gave him a stony glare out of the corner of your eye, to prevent from... that sound slipping out again.
Your glare was a terrifying thing, but this image was ruined by the dark blush that had immediately filled your face.
And combined with the echo of that sound, Silco found himself only blinking once, before a pure, evil grin crossed his face.
Giving you no time to prepare or quickly turn your head to attempt to block, that keen, that mewl slipped from your mouth yet again, when his lips closed around your earlobe. You felt the faintest hint of chipped teeth nip at the very edge of your, surprisingly to you and him, extremely sensitive skin and you desperately tried to hold in another whine at the sensuality.
"I adore watching you prove to be more feral than any other Zaunite I've seen... but I could get used to this," His voice rasped gently against your ear, but you were not free from the truly diabolical assault on your hypersensitive, as Silco, the bastard, actually blew a brief bit of air past. Your skin burst into goosebumps as you openly squirmed beneath him with a groan, and he was equally open with his amused laughter at the sight. "... this, is something I would love to bring you back to. Again, and again, and again... I doubt you've had many opportunities to fall apart. I'll be ecstatic to help start making up the difference."
"Silco..."
"I always thought a rough, quick fuck would leave you crawling back for me," The kingpin admitted in a whisper that was far too casual next to your ear, as his mouth finally took pity to start peppering the uppermost of your jawline while you sucked in a breath. "But wouldn't you love more of this? Me, making you come apart at the very seams from the smallest of touches? Faintest of words? I admit, I never imagined you as one for soft, nice things in the bedroom... but I suppose a good girl such as yourself deserves to be pampered, after being headstrong for so many years."
You knew Silco wasn't a good person. Productive, goal-oriented and passionate, he was even insistent on getting to his goals one way or another. You have never had a problem with how he decided to conduct his business - despite his neverending nagging over the years, you'd come to appreciate how relentlessly Silco worked to achieve his goals...
Now? You hated his fucking guts for how he was pulling out all-the-stops, in working to turn you into utter putty in his hands. And you loathed him deeply, with how, in two single words, he was closer than ever to succeeding.
"Whatever, however you want it, I would do it for you." The Eye of Zaun breathed, transferring both wrists to cross just atop your head, holding them in place with an unyielding grip of one hand. The other began to stroke down the side of your body, tracing every curve and dip while causing shivers to race through your entire form. With a tiny, helpless gasp, you pressed your head back, exposing your neck as his lips continued their assault between words.
"Hard, fast. Slow, sweet... However you want it. I could make you into my own, personal whore or I could raise you up to be my wild, stunning Queen. At my side, either way."
"Either w-way," You panted, letting out a whimper as you pushed your skull back, feeling his nose brushing your jawline as Silco started suckling a dark purple mark onto your neck. "... s-sounds like I'm all... fuckin' yours."
"And I would be yours."
It's a confession you would normally burst-out laughing at, for the clichèness, ridiculousness and particularly because it's Silco saying it. But he sounds so casual, so honest about it, and all the while he's nipping at your skin with the devilish nature his voice is lacking...
"You have no idea, how long I've wanted you to be mine," He rasped against the hollow of your throat. Shushing you as you whined from the feel of him, another firm, reassuring squeeze on your pinned wrists was soon followed by his tongue tracing up your jugular. You groaned needingly, arching your back up and whine even louder as his hand slips beneath you to pull your body even closer, heaving chest to his.
"No idea." A firm repeat is accompanied by his lips finally pressing sternly to your mouth, as if in chastising for your impatience, or taking out some frustration from his own. Desperately, you open your mouth to deepen the touch, but Silco leaves you chasing as he pulls his head back. Hand finally releasing your wrists to smooth down the side of your face, he cups his palm beneath your chin like he had done to kiss you for the first time.
The touch is impossibly softer now. Like it's not even real.
His eyes are bright. Impossibly bright, and you feel yourself squinting as his murmurs become more and more distant, "And I think it's in your best interest, not to keep me waiting much longer... or yourself."
-
With that, your eyes shot open with a gasp and you sat straight up, alone, in your own bed. A quick glance around proved several things; you were half-tangled in a net of sheets and blankets, pillows were askew both on your mattress and floor, and your damn curtains had been cracked just enough, for the day-store across from your apartment to awaken you with the flash of it's sign lights.
Forcing you from... that dream.
For the third night, in a fucking row.
It was absurd, you privately fumed with yourself, how much of a routine it was becoming. Jerk-awake, work for a minimum of five, embarrassing minutes to free yourself from the self-imposed entrapment of blankets, before stumbling into the apartment bathroom to splash cold, cold water onto your face.
Water dribbling off your hair and trickling down the sides of your face, you gave a death-glare to your reflection in the mirror.
Then you glanced up at the mirror-flipped image of a fading, purple splotch on your forehead, and swore tiredly as you grabbed the tube of lotion off the counter next to the sink. It was supposed to help minimize the coloring, and walking around with a straight-purple mark adorning your forehead...
You nearly slapped yourself, when you distantly thought about if Silco had a tube of this as well. You really were exhausted, from restless and interrupted sleeping, to be thinking about something as silly as whether or not your boss was doing alright...
"Stop, fucking stop it right there..." You growled to yourself as you massaged your fingertips into the bruised skin, supressing a wince at the tenderness as you started to pace along the floor.
Si-... he, was becoming an issue. Consuming your thoughts at night, now during the day, and you haven't even seen the man since you earned this mark on your forehead, and had given him it's twin.
The memory of the headbutt you had given to the Eye of Zaun, the ruling crimelord of the Undercity, and the unofficial King of Zaun, made your face not only colored in purple, but in a dark blush as well.
Not just for that memory, but also what exactly preluded the decision to slam your head to his.
The hottest, feralist of make-outs you'd ever had in your life, and the subject of your nocturnal thoughts as you stayed cooped up in your apartment. Half as an escape to recover and gather your thoughts, and also to wait for the inevitable in a place that brought you some comfort. The fact that Si- The Industrialist had kissed you wasn't a bother. As stated, it was hot, and obviously wouldn't be the subject of your slumbering-fantasies if it was a mediocre round of smooching.
It didn't even bother you that much, about the fact that it had initially seemed to come out of nowhere. The more you mentally reviewed it, his actions over the months, years of your employment, had always been underlined with... something. Not exactly tension, but it it was always hovering in the space, air between you too. Growing stronger with every passing day, you had always assumed it was something negative, something to be weary off, and avoid...
And, well, after your reaction at The Last Drop, you supposed you had a reason to be weary. But avoid?
'Don't keep me waiting much longer... or yourself.'
Damn it.
Could you avoid this much longer?
Logistically, no. Even if Si... yes, Silco, wasn't fuming at your stunt from three nights ago, you knew it would be impossible to step out of your apartment and do anything, without being 'invited' to an audience. And he would have full right to do so, not only as your employer, but also as the injured party.
Realistically, also no. Your rent was due by the end of the week, and unfortunately, payment was a direct hand-out at the base. Meaning unless you wanted to take your chances, and see if the years of comfort and stability hadn't worn down your natural street-instincts, you would need to go back to the club to get your wages. This might also put you in some sense of good-grace, as you would prove to have enough pride left in you to return to The Last Drop on your own two feet, instead of waiting for Sevika to kick the door and drag you into an awaiting carriage.
She would do it. Oh yes, she would indeed do it, and even if your contract wasn't already terminated, Sevika would not go easy on you as a fellow or ex-employee.
But those weren't the real questions. The real, honest question was... could you avoid it much longer?
This tension? The incident? The kisses, those damned dreams...?
The fact that, maybe, you hadn't loathing Silco as much as you thought you had been over the years? And the fact that, apparently, he had never loathed you at all?
Could you avoid answering those questions, or going out and figuring out for yourself, for much longer?
'Don't keep me waiting much longer... or yourself.'
"Damn it," You growled underbreath, resisting the urge to face-palm. "Damn it." You couldn't. You knew you couldn't; be it out of curiosity, logistics, realism, the total obsession your sleeping-mind seemed to have over the makeout session, or a million other reasons, you knew you couldn't keep avoiding it.
You knew, that you just couldn't wait much longer.
With that in mind, there was a single intake of breath, before you reaching up to smooth and work off the cold droplets of water from your face and hair. Shaking off the dreams from your mind as the water feel from you, you marched over to your dresser to start getting ready.
For your return, your private meeting, and whatever the hell was going to be the outcome of all three with Silco.
Unsurprisingly, despite the early-hour and the past days of interrupted, and rather busy sleeping, energy was coursing though your body as you got ready to go face what came next:
And you realized, despite it all, you weren't feeling even the least bit tired anymore. You were going to face Silco, not in your dreams, but wide-awake.
Just letting you know I absolutely LIVE for your Silco x reader fics where the reader just- despises him for no good reason. Legit my favorite thing ever I could read them all day, and Silco just being so unbothered about it makes it even better. I’m a sucker for love-hate fics and you write them so well.
-Your average Silco enthusiast
Simp!Silco is already so funny, but sprinkle in the fact that his simping veers just close-enough for someone more to think it's an insult and it's just- 👌
"You look nice," Blinking, you didn't have time to respond to the cool, casual tone before he continued. "With your hair like that, its... refreshing."
"...Oh?"
Refreshing?
The hell was that supposed to mean? Crossing your arms, you felt a scowl building at the corners of your mouth. "Do you... don't you like how I normally look?" Silco shrugged a shoulder, bent over his papers and not looking at you as he replied, "I see you often enough in your normal look; a change would be appreciated now and again, you know."
A scowl in true crossed your face. Was he seriously standing there and calling your appearance... boring? 'Refreshing'... was your boss seriously saying that the look of you was tiring to him?
"Well, maybe I've been hanging around too much anyway," You said cooly, trying to keep the snark out of your voice. You couldn't hide the quick, furious your hand snatched up the nearest mission-file off the table though, "Maybe a break from each-other would be necessary, keep our relationship refreshing, sir."
A pause from Silco. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea, you'd seem strained as of late... "I agree, some time off would be beneficial." He said slowly, and you didn't dare to what for an more proper dismissal, spinning on a heel to storm towards the door. For his own benefit as much as yours, because you swear one of these days, you were going to lunge at the man and tear his-
"When you return, you should take some time to work in your appearance again," He called after you, again casually. "A new look would... suit you well, I think."
Even fuming, you had enough restraint not to turn around to lunge at him, but you instead lunged out the door.
