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About me: She/Her | 24 | English | requests CLOSED / Ko-Fi
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Who I write for: Ekko, Silco (including young!Silco), Vander, Jayce & Viktor (including poly!Jayvik x reader)
All of my fics will be x readers - gender neutral reader where possible, or female reader where specified
What I will write: fluff, angst
What I won’t write: smut(atm), very dark themes (r*pe, s**cide, s*lf h*rm, yandere, stalking), underage/aging up, certain themes at my discretion
Masterlist
Fluff - 🩵 | Angst - 🌩️ | 18+ - 🔥
Headcanons
- the arcane men walking in on you | 🔥
Jayce ~ Jaye Playlist ~ jayce twt links
- you're my pillow now | 🩵
- honey-colored eyes | 🩵🌩️ (posted on my main)
- drunken nights | 🩵
- 'how much did you hear?' 🔥 | [pt. 2] 🔥
- warm welcome | 🔥🩵
- marry me for the night | 🩵
- "you kissed me back" | 🌩️
- come home | 🌩️🩵
- pillow talk | 🔥
- soot and all | 🌩️🩵
- in the rain | 🌩️🩵
- mother's intuition | 🩵
- teddy | 🩵
- the number conspiracy | 🩵
- you | 🩵
- 72 hours in Piltover 🩵🔥🌩️ | [Pt.2] 🔥🌩️ | [pt.3 coming soon...]
- princess | 🔥
Viktor
- 'till death do us part , huh? | 🌩️
- V with a reader with PoTS Headcanons | 🔥🩵 (posted on my main)
- life's too short | 🔥🩵
- all the things left unsaid | 🌩️🩵
- lipstick stains are a work of art | 🩵
- understand me like you do | 🩵 [can be read platonically]
Poly!Jayvik x reader
- early mornings | 🩵
- tease | 🔥
Ekko
- can't add you to the mural | 🩵🌩️ (can be read platonically & romantically)
- humid nights | 🔥 (MDNI)
Silco
- that damned jukebox | 🩵 - dreamwalking (au!Silco) | 🩵
- hands | 🔥 (can be read as young or old Silco)
- reputation | 🩵
- only you | 🩵
- husband's heart 🩵 | [part 2] 🔥
- who takes care of you | 🔥
- all this over dinner | 🩵🌩️
- 'you're soft' | 🩵 (can be read as young or old Silco)
- subby!Silco HCs | 🔥
- Silco with a scent kink HCs | 🔥
- naptime drabble | 🩵
- Dance with me | 🩵🌩️
Young Silco ~ Y!Silco Playlist ~ Y!Silco twt links
- my only enemy 🩵🌩️ | [part 2] 🩵 | [part 3 will come someday, maybe]
- 'loverboy' | 🩵
- option two (young!Silco) | 🩵
- why would you do that? | 🩵🌩️
- 'revolution is one thing, rioting is another' | 🌩️
- dear wife of mine | 🩵
- never just friends | 🩵
- 5 a.m. |🩵 (can be read as precursor to never just friends)
- pay the tab | 🩵🌩️
- last weekend | 🔥🩵
- four times you didn't, and one time you did | 🔥🩵
- bozo | 🩵
- on the hook [pt.1] 🩵 | [pt.2] 🩵🌩
- hopeful | 🩵
- your way, my way | 🩵🌩️
- the start of it all | 🩵🌩
- that's what love is | 🩵️
‘Ekko’ - all things Ekko, including my fics and reblogs/recommendations
‘Silco’ - all things Silco, including my fics and reblogs/recommendations
‘Jayce’ - all things Jayce, including my fics and reblogs/recommendations
‘Viktor’ - all things Viktor, including my fics and reblogs/recommendations
‘Vander’ - all things Vander, including my fics and reblogs/recommendations
‘jayvik’- all things poly!Jayce x Viktor x reader, including my fics and reblogs/recommendations
‘Zaunite recommends’ - other blog’s fics I love
‘Zaunite responds’ - answers to submissions/questions/ etc.
‘Zaunite thoughts’ - any other ramblings I have that don’t fit into the above
‘SFW’ & ‘smut’ - self-explanatory
‘x f!reader’ & ‘x gn!reader’ - self-explanatory
'Playlist' - music that makes me think of the character
Pairing: modern best friend’s dad!Silco x younger!f!reader
Summary: Lusting after his daughter's friend is wrong, but when a simple accident makes him realize his feelings are requited, he no longer minds taking it to the next step.
Warnings: 18+ mdni!!! smut, p inv, rough sex at some point, oral(F!), alcohol consumption, bff's dad!Silco, he smokes obv, Jinx doesn't know, making out. READER AND JINX ARE 25-26 & SILCO IS MID 40s.
Word count: 3.6K+
An: I suck at titles lmaooo. this is NOT beta-ed. ENJOY AND COMMENT & REBLOG PLEASEEEE!!
Silco knows it is the wrong thing to do. He feels sick in the head for even letting this idea pop into his mind, let alone entertaining it.
But he can’t help himself, not when you have started brightening his dull summer mornings with a simple smile. Not when he catches you staring at him resting on the pool lounging chairs in nothing but his swimsuit — which he was forced to wear because of his daughter — and a cigarette dangling from his thin lips.
He seriously can't help it, no, because how can he look away from you shyly smiling at him when he makes a dad joke at dinner with Jinx groaning like a toddler? How can he be normal about this odd feeling inside his chest when your eyes meet subconsciously?
The answer is simple; he is not normal about this, not even near trying to be. It has been so long, if ever, that he has felt such a deep longing inside him. It makes his eye twitches in annoyance because he doesn’t know how to stop it.
You are his daughter’s best friend, much younger than him, much prettier and brighter. He is a rotting old man who survives on booze and nicotine, his line of work is dangerous, and yet, when he looks at you his life is not as colorless as it used to be.
It seems like you know he can’t keep his eyes to himself — both the damaged and the good one — with how you are gliding through the unbearable crowd, arms tangled with Jinx as you both dance, surrounded by your classmates and peers.
Silco does not know why he agreed to help the two of you throw this party. He kind of does, but deep down he does not understand why Jinx insisted on it, all he knows is that saying no to Jinx is the hardest task ever, and worse, saying no to you when you bat your lashes at him and give him one of the sweetest smiles ever that has his heart racing miles.
And now, watching you move your hips to the rhythm with Jinx jumping up and down around you with Ekko, awakens something not so innocent inside him. He looks at your hands caressing your sides as you swing to the beat, raising your arms over your head when the song reaches its climax.
Silco’s grip tightens around his glass, jaw clenching over and over as he sees you interacting with your guy friends and classmates, smiling just the way you smile at him and touching their arms while laughing at some stupid jokes those stupid boys tell you.
He sighs shakily, drowning the rest of his whiskey before he throws one leg over the other as soon as he sits on the couch, spreading his arms over the back of the cushions while he stares at you dancing with a lousy dude who would probably treat you better than him.
He shakes his head slightly, pulling out a cigarette from the pocket of his vest, puffing a few times against the end of the leaf cigar as he lightens the tip, his good eye never leaving you as he closes the lid of the lighter harshly.
He watches you closely, and for a second, your eyes find him, and he looks as if the smoke he exhales takes all the air from his lungs — but in reality, it is your smile that makes his chest tighten and his heartbeat rises rapidly.
You divert your eyes to the bar Jinx had ordered to be made, carefully making your way there and out of his sight.
He sighs, bringing the end of the cigar to his thin lips as he takes a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs while he searches for you among the crowd. He shakes his head in disapproval, pressing his lips into a thin line as he realizes he has been looking for you again, his daughter’s best friend.
Sick old man, he thinks to himself and stands up, ignoring the crowd and the guests that jump on his way, bumping against him with drinks in both hands and murmuring apologies.
Silco holds his hand behind his back as he moves away from the bustle and hustle of the party, sighing in relief when the music starts to fade away the more he walks upstairs.
He groans when he finds boys and girls on the stairway kissing and touching each other while some of the guests are snoozing on the stairs, mentally taking notes to scold Jinx tomorrow for inviting such mindless people into his house.
Someone stumbles on him, legs wobbly and beer in hand as the boy falls on Silco, his drink pouring on Silco’s red shirt and vest, soaking his clothes thoroughly.
“Fucking hell,” Silco grumbles under his breath, trying to keep the boy up as best as he can while beer drips from his shirt on the stairs and the guy drools on his shoulder, “Sit down here.”
He lowers the boy on the stairs, his cigarette nearly falling on the ground as he drops to his knees because of the heavy weight of the guy holding onto Silco tightly, saying something under his breath before passing out, going limp in Silco’s arms.
“Great,” he spits the word out before he untangles himself from the boy and lets him sleep on the stairs, leaving towards his bedroom to change his shirt and wash the beer off his clothes.
With steady steps, he reaches his room and opens the door, making a beeline towards his desk in the corner of the room to put his cigarette out, throwing his head back in defeat when he hears the cold liquid dripping on his shoes.
“What an inconvenience,” he shakes his head, reaching to grab a napkin from the drawer of his desk to wipe the beer as best as he can because he would have to drop his clothes in the washing machine tomorrow.
Silco pulls his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning his vest and dropping it on his desk while he starts undoing his shirt as well, closing his eye when he sees half of the fabric is a darker shade of red, knowing how it will probably stain.
He starts aggressively wiping, but the more he looks at the crumbled napkin, the worse his temper gets, too bad to the point he doesn’t hear the knock on the door, and definitely doesn’t notice you when you walk inside his room.
“Silco—“
“What?” He turns around angrily before his gaze softens when he sees you, body relaxing immediately when he looks at your shy smile, “Sorry, darling, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“No worries,” you say quietly, looking at his shirt and how tightly he was fisting the napkin, “Do you need a hand?”
“No, thank you,” he replies, watching your lips part as your eyes fall on his chest, taking in the freshly exposed skin before you trail your gaze over his neck and up to his face, locking your eyes with his, holding his stare before looking away quickly.
You fiddle with your fingers as you walk toward his bathroom, leaving him breathless on his spot, his fingers nearly tearing through the napkin as he looks at your backless dress, your hips swaying with each step you take.
“Okay…” You search in the cupboard for something, probably the wet wipes Jinx always leaves in every room of the house because she might need them instantly. You mutter a cheerful ‘Aha!’ And stand up, walking back to where Silco is standing before pointing at his shirt, “Can I?”
“There’s no need, darling…” he tries to reach and grab the wipes from your grasp but you pull it back a little, stepping in front of him, shaking your head as you grab his shirt, softly wiping the stain off as best as possible.
“You left the party so early,” you start, looking into his eyes as you keep cleaning his shirt, and he takes his time memorizing every up and down of your face, the curve of your smile when you catch him staring more than you were doing, “Did you not enjoy it?”
“I’m not very fond of these things,” he says, his chest rambling with each word, his hot breath now fanning on your face as he reaches down to hold the corner of his shirt as you press on the fabric harder, “Nor am I young enough to enjoy them.”
“Please,” you scoff playfully, stopping your movements before you reach to play with his collar, feeling the warmth of his body much better now, “You’re not that old, Silco! You can hold your drink and I bet you still have women wrapped around your fingers.”
“I doubt it, darling,” the way the pet name rolls on his tongue makes his fingers itch with desire, and you standing too close to him, your faces mere inches away from each other is not helping his case, “The grey hairs and the damaged eye are not something enjoyable for women.”
“I like them,” you whisper, dragging your gaze over his scar, your hand slowly moving up his neck, your thumb tracing his throat before you hover your fingers over his cheek, “It makes you more dangerous, more intriguing in a good way.”
“Does it now?” He asks, raising his hands slowly to caress your hip, his cold fingers touching the heated skin of your back, “How intrigued are you?”
“Enough to sneak out of the party and follow you to your room,” you bat your eyes at him, cupping the back of his neck after you drop the wet wipes on the floor and drawing him closer so your noses brush against each other, “I would say I am pretty intrigued.”
“We shouldn’t do this, darling,” his other hand comes on your waist, his fingers wandering over your exposed skin, and he feels your breath hitching with each movement, “I’m too old for you…”
“No, you’re not,” you respond, bringing his face closer to you while his arms circle your waist, pressing your body to his, and he closes his eye when you press against his growing bulge, “I want you just as you are.”
“I want you too,” he says and rests his forehead on yours, breathing in the perfume you have put on for the night, “So badly…”
“I…I want you now but I’m scared,” you whisper, “What about Jinx? I love her but if I spend another moment away from you I think I’ll die.”
“You won’t die,” Silco chuckles slowly, one of his hands moving to your back, holding you close as he resumes talking, “We will figure it out eventually. She is a grown woman with a coherent mind, she will understand.”
“I hope so,” you lean closer, your lips only one breath away from his and it takes everything in him not to rush you and kiss you right now, “All summer I’ve been holding myself back.”
“Is that so?” He asks and grabs the back of your neck, ready to close the distance and take your breath away, “I can say the same, only I had to push the feelings down because of our situation.”
“I don’t care anymore,” you breathe out the words, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I need you now, stop this torture and put me out of my misery.”
“Gladly, darling.”
Finally, finally, he closes the gap and presses his lips to yours, tasting the alcohol you’ve been taking earlier. You hum into his mouth and tangle your fingers through his hair, pulling on the roots while he bites your bottom lip, pushing his tongue inside your mouth to taste you wholly.
You moan when your tongues meet, battling for dominance but he doesn’t let you win. He explores your mouth, tasting you like his life depends on it. His chapped lips move against your softer ones, creating a harmony he has never experienced before.
He gently guides you backward towards his bed, eyes closed and lips tangled. Silco keeps his arm around you, steadying you when your knees hit the edge of the bed, and he gently lowers you on the mattress, not breaking the kiss even for a second.
His hands move down to roam your body, feeling the curve of your hips and thighs while he kisses your breath away, fingers vibrating with excitement as he holds you down by his hands on your waist.
You spread your legs for him, making enough room so he can get closer, pushing his knees against your heated underwear enough to have you squirm under him.
Breaking the kiss, you gasp for air loudly, looking up at him with blown-out pupils. He looks just as blissed out as you are, his good eye’s teal iris is no longer visible with how large his pupil has gotten, and his lips are swollen and bruised because of the lack of air from the kiss.
“You are… breathtaking,” he mumbles under his breath, holding himself up by one arm next to your head while the other cups your cheek, “You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of having you like this.”
“Me too,” you nuzzle your face against his palm, reaching to grab the hem of your dress to pull it over your hips, revealing your underwear to Silco’s hungry eye.
He looks at your thighs squeezed together to relieve the pressure building in your core, biting your lip when Silco lets go of your face to trace the pad of his fingers over your inner thigh, loving the way you slightly quiver beneath his subtle touch.
“Take your dress off,” he tells you, sitting up on his knees as he spreads your legs further, watching you pull the fabric off until your chest is bare and the dress is dropped on the floor. He sucks in a sharp breath as he looks down at you, nearly naked as the day you were born, and he thinks about the last time he saw such a beautiful sight.
Never, he has never seen anything nearly as eye-catching as you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers and leans down to kiss your neck, attaching his mouth to your sweet-scented skin before he trails his kisses and gentle bites down your front, one hand coming up to play with your breast while he bites on the fat of your other teat.
You groan and push your chest up, reaching to hold onto his head while he licks your nipple and takes it in his mouth, sucking on it a few times before he lets go with a lewd ‘pop’ sound.
“Silco, don’t keep me waiting, please…”
“Patience, dear,” he says, gripping your thighs in his hands before he pulls your underwear down, letting it dangle from your feet before he starts kissing your hip bones, “Great things come to those who wait.”
“I’ve waited long enough!” You whine, sitting on your elbows to look at him, pouting a little when gives you a pointed look, “Don’t make me beg, Silco! I need you so bad.”
“I know, I know,” he shushes you and kisses the fat of your thigh before he leans down to lick a long stripe of your wetness on your folds, making you gasp as his warm tongue draws a pattern over your heated sex, “I’ll give you what you need soon, but you need to let me have my fun too.”
And with that, he dives in like a man starved, sucking on your clit in a way that has your fingers digging into his skull a bit. He groans against you, tightening his grip around your thighs as he nudges his nose to the bundle of nerves, humming when he hears the moan that falls past your lips.
He pulls back suddenly, leaving you whimpering and writhing under him. Silco knows he should make you come first, being a gentleman and all, but for the first time, he decides to be selfish.
“I need to be inside you, darling,” he tells you and flips you over, crawling over you before he leans down and kisses the side of your face, threading his fingers with yours on the mattress while he fidgets with his belt to pull his cock out, “Every minute that I’m away from you is torture.”
“Silco…” you moan, looking at him from the corner of your eyes as he pins you to the bed, finally pushing his pants down while he strokes himself to full hardness, almost spending himself on top of you when he looks down at your winking drenched hole, all ready for him to fill, “C’mere, you’re too far away.”
You somehow manage to wrap your arm around his neck to pull him closer, and he takes this as his cue to line his cockhead with your cunt, pressing his nose into your hair as he gently pushes inside you, groaning as your warmth envelops him completely.
“Fuck, Silco—“ you gasp when he bottoms out, stretching you out deliciously while he reaches deep inside your core, the thick leaking tip of his cock nudging against your sensitive spots, “So good…”
“You feel amazing, dear,” he growls in your ear, letting you adjust his size whilst he holds himself back from ramming inside you like a madman, “You feel even better than what I imagined.”
“Move, please,” you say, pulling on the hairs on the back of his neck. He looks at your mouth falling open when he pulls back slowly and pushes back inside just as gently, “Oh, yes…”
“If you could see yourself now,” he groans, going faster than before, his hips slapping against yours. Silco squeezes your hand, his other hand coming to rest on your waist, keeping you pressed to the mattress while he fucks you harder and deeper too, “So beautiful, darling.”
You can only moan in response, loving how he tries to be careful with his movements, considering your comfort more than his pleasure. So when you squeeze his neck and mumble under your breath ‘Faster, Silco’ with those hazy eyes that never fail to make his heart jump out of his chest, he loses his mind.
“You don’t know what you are asking of me,” he says, breathless by the idea of you granting him the right to take you on his bed — rough, raw, full of pent-up emotions — and then kiss your breath away, “I’ve already been treading on thin ice by holding back.”
“Don’t want you to hold back,” you gasp when he gives an experimental thrust, caging you fully underneath him with both arms next to your head, his nose resting on your cheeks, “Please…”
He doesn’t need any more convincing, instead, he starts hammering his cock inside you, fucking you harder than before while you bury your face into his pillows. His scent fills your nose as his cock does your pussy, and you can’t stop the lewd and obscene noise that leaves your mouth.
He is all you can think of and all your body consumes.
He is not much better; his cock is throbbing deep within your walls and when you clench around, it only spurs him on to go deeper and faster.
Silco’s shirt is now soaked with his sweat, chest glistening with shiny droplets while he watches his cock go in and out of you at a fast pace.
He loves how he fills you to the brim perfectly, and when he senses you are close with how your legs start kicking as soon as he hits your G-spot, he nearly falls on top of you and pistons himself in and out of you.
You come at the same time, falling over the edge of your peak together while he sneaks his hand between your body and the mattress to press circles over your clit, making you gush around him instantly. He peaks at the same time as well; pulling out as fast as possible to stroke himself, spilling his cum all over your back with a groan of your name.
You lay there panting, chuckling breathlessly when he drops his forehead on your shoulder, not wishing to crush you with his weight.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, gently rolling on your back to look at his flushed face before reaching to tuck a gray strand of his hair behind his ear, “I didn’t wear you out, did I?”
“I should be asking you this question,” he chuckles and rests some of his weight on top of you, hiding his face in your neck as he litters your skin with kitten kisses, “How are you feeling?”
“Amazing,” you reply, caressing his hair while you kiss the side of his head, “You?”
“Me too, although I feel like a leg cramp is coming my way soon,” he laughs softly and drops next to you on the bed to catch his breath.
“Oh you poor old man,” you mock him, pecking his nose before jumping down from his bed, hissing when you feel how sore your inner thighs have gotten, “I have to go back to the party. Jinx is probably looking for me.”
“Alright,” he nods, watching you move towards his bathroom to grab another wet wipe to clean his cum off your back, “But we have to talk about this later.”
“Don’t worry, Silco,” you beam at him, pulling on your dress before turning your back to him, mentioning for him to help and pull the fabric up from your thighs, “I’m not running away without you.”
“Okay,” he kisses your shoulder and smiles, staring at you while you reach the door of his room, “See you around, darling.”
is everything fine? its been a month and I miss you😭 hope that is everthing ok, love ya
Hey sweetie! Thanks so much for checking in!
Things have been a bit all over the place lately. I first took a break because I needed to sort a few life-y bits out. Then someone very close to me had a pretty serious health scare which is still under some investigations, so I wasn’t doing much of anything besides working and fretting.
Things are starting to level out a bit now, but I am still in a bit of limbo trying to get back to feeling like myself again 🤎
HIII!! I’m so glad you’re back!! When you’re up to it, do you think we could get some more young silco fics? He’s literally my gf😈
I am so glad to be kinda back too!
I am going to use this post as a lil run down of stuff as I return:
I am very much hoping to get back into a routine with writing again, but it is likely that posts will be a lot more sporaidic, and not every night like they used to be.
I am still going to be working through some of the old requests, but will be working in a few more fics of my own.
I am putting a pause on all things smut for a while and just focusing on angst and fluff (plenty of which will be with young Silco, dear anon)
Notes: I am kind of back? It has been a while, and I am still working some things out irl, but I have been positively itching to write more for Silco again. I have barely been able to stop thinking about him. That you all for sticking around in the meantime!🥹
Warnings/Rating: flirting, a little angsty, self-depreciating Silco, reader is alluded to be a little shorter/same height as Silco | E for Everyone
Wordcount: 1.7k
Synopsis: Silco lets his guard down for a moment, but quickly realises why he usually keeps it up.
Masterlist | Ko-Fi
“They want to call another assembly – tomorrow night.”
Sevika’s voice just about broke through the sound of chatter and music reverberating around the bar. Silco’s hand paused as he twirled the uncut cigar between his fingers slowly, arms outstretched along the backs of the red velvet booth. Reluctantly, he pulled his gaze to her, lips pressed firmly into a line as he regarded her words for a second before humming, the sound short and derisive.
His fingers started playing with the cigar again as he cast his eyes back out over the throngs of people. “Tell them they will hear from me when they hear from me. And that is final.”
Sevika stood for another moment, rolling her tongue in her cheek and huffing. She was quite frankly bored of having to try and appease what were essentially overgrown toddlers, all vying for a parents attention.
Turning slightly, her eyes followed Silco’s out across the bar, fixing on the person sitting awkwardly at the edge of the bar, teetering on the stool as they tried to fend off drunks looking for a little more than a casual conversation. He had to bite back a smile when they noticed him watching, smiling softly at him and visibly relaxing.
Sevika sighed again, shifting to pull her cloak a little more firmly over her arm as she turned back to her boss, brow raised, tongue between her teeth.
“They are becoming a distraction,’ she warned quietly, ignoring the insolent glare he offered her in return. “Need I remind you what is at stake at the moment? Is it really the time to be–”
“I advise that you stop talking.” He cut her off, stilling for a moment before leaning forward, slipping the ornate cigar box from the booth table and trimming the cigar between his fingers, pressing it to his lips as he fished for the lighter.
A plume of smoke rose from his lips as he sat back again, sinking into the worn velvet cushions. “Now, I believe you have a message to deliver.”
With a final huff, Sevika pushed away from the wall, disappearing off through the crowds of bodies.
The smoke burned his throat as he took another drag, holding it in his lungs for a moment before reluctantly letting it slip from his lips, rolling the smoldering cigar between his fingertips as his gaze drifted instinctively back to them. Sevika was right, of course, they were a distraction. And it was driving him crazy.
“We’re all closed up, boss.”
He had barely registered the music stopping, let alone the place emptying as he poured over his paperwork. A deep ache had set between his shoulder blades as he hunched over the proposals, most of them too idiotic to be worth the effort.
He glanced up, somewhat startled at the sound of your voice, the sound much softer than he was accustomed too.
“Oh, yes, thank you,” he hummed, holding your gaze for just a moment longer than he perhaps should have done. “How many times do I have to tell you you can call me Silco?”
You laughed softly, shaking your head, “Yes, Silco.” You hesitated for a moment, moving to step away only to step back again, held in place by the way he looked at you. “Is there anything else you need?”
He mentally scolded himself, reaching for his nearly burnt out cigar from the tray to busy his hands. “No, thank you. You finish up.”
His smile felt forced as you nodded, smiling softly back as you turned and headed back to the bar. His lips dropped as soon as you were out of sight, stubbing the remains of his cigar out roughly, ignoring how the embers singed the tips of his fingers a little with the force of it.
He was nearly 50, for Janna’s sake. He had dedicated his life to the nation of Zaun. Why on earth was he now blushing over some 20-something? He rolled his shoulders to try and ease the tension, gathering up the stack of paperwork to take to his office instead.
The sound of gentle humming stopped him, the stacked papers tapping against the table softly as he paused, shuffling them to listen more closely. The sound was soothing – somewhat out of place in the acrid glow of the neon lights.
Stacking them on the table again, he pressed himself to stand up, the jukebox starting up as he rounded out of the booth and caught sight of you, swaying gently to the song you had chosen, as if you were in your own world entirely.
“I didn’t know you liked to dance?” He called softly, leaning back against the wood of the table behind him to watch you, his fingertips brushed against the splintering wood. You jumped slightly, having forgotten he was still sitting there. Your hand pressed to your chest as he chuckled, holding his hands up in apology.
“It makes the closing shift a little more fun,” you shrugged, feeling your skin heat up. The burning orange had never scared you, if anything you found it intriguing – and you had grown more than accustomed to the way it would follow you around the room on the rare night he came down to sit in the bar, rather than stay cooped up in his office.
You waited for another beat before turning back to mopping, moving a little less fluidly as you felt his eyes watching you, a tingle creeping up your spine as you tried to focus on your work.
You froze when a hand clasped the mop just above yours, slender fingers curling around the wood, forcing you to stop.
“Leave it for opening. You have done enough tonight.”
You looked up slowly, your breath hitching in your throat as you realized just how close he was. The space between you felt almost nonexistent, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your cheeks.
You scoffed, but made no real effort to pull the handle from his grasp. “I really don’t mind—”
“Will you dance with me?”
The question caught you off guard, and you couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly, hoping he couldn't hear how your heart rushed behind your ribs. “You dance?”
A slow, rumbling chuckle escaped him, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He pulled the mop from your grip, setting it aside, “Rarely,” he admitted, “but I have been known to.”
Before you could protest, he took your hand and closed the remaining distance between you, his chest nearly brushing yours. His arm wrapped around your waist, firm yet careful, his hand resting respectfully against your lower back.
The world around you seemed to fade as he took a few tentative steps, guiding you gently. It was slow at first, a gentle sway, then, with a soft tug of your hand, he guided you into a slow turn, his fingers pressing lightly against yours, his hold on your waist steady.
“You’re not so bad,” you pondered lightly, hoping that breaking the tension between you would help slow your pulse. The way he laughed again, only making it worse. “Who taught you?”
He hesitated for a moment, “My mother. A very long time ago, when I was a lot younger and a lot more spry,” he chuckled dryly.
Your fingers curled slightly against his shoulder, the worn fabric beneath your touch grounding you. The two of you swayed together, an unspoken rhythm settling between your bodies, as if you had done this a hundred times before.
“I wish I knew you when you were younger,” you murmured, the thought slipping out before you could second-guess it.
His grip on your waist faltered for a second, but you didn’t notice. You missed the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, “Back when I was still good,” he laughed, but there was no real mirth in it. His voice was noticeably tense, his words sharp at the edges.He had never thought twice about the things he had done to get where he was today – until he met you.
The choices, the sacrifices, the bloodstained path he had carved through the years had always felt necessary, inevitable. Regret was a luxury he could not afford, a weakness he had long since discarded. But with you in his arms, some part of him felt young again.
Your fingers tightened against his shoulder instinctively, your steps slowing. “You can still be good.”
Silco’s breath hitched – so quiet, so brief, that you might have imagined it. He didn’t answer, not right away. Instead, he simply pulled you a fraction closer, as if testing whether you would pull away. Instead, your eyes searched his, flicking between the burning orange and the ice blue pupils.
Before your mind could catch up with your body, you moved – leaning up, acting on instinct, your lips brushed against the unscarred side of his face, just shy of the corner of his mouth. It was the barest whisper of a touch, barely even a kiss, but it was enough.
Enough for his fingers to tense at your waist as he went completely still. Enough for you to feel the way his jaw tightened beneath your lips, as if he were holding something back.
When you finally pulled away, his face was unreadable, his expression carefully schooled into something neutral. But his eye betrayed him, burning with something unsaid, something dangerously close to longing. Instead, he exhaled slowly, his voice barely more than a murmur.
“Careful,” he tutted gently, “You deserve better than me.”
And just like that, he dipped you, his arm bracing you effortlessly. A gasp slipped past your lips, your fingers clutching at his shirt. He smirked softly down at you, something undeniably smug in his expression, before pulling you back upright in one fluid motion.
Your heart was racing. Your thoughts were a blur.
“I don’t want anyone but you,” you muttered, voice little more than a breath.
He paused.
“I can’t think straight when I am around you,” he admitted, his voice low, rough at the edges. “And that’s too dangerous. For both of us.”
Then, barely giving himself another second to waver, he stepped away.
The warmth of his touch disappeared, leaving behind only the ghost of it, lingering on your skin. It was only then that you noticed the silence. The record had long since scratched to a halt. Silco adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, a distraction from the way his fingers twitched at his side, fighting the urge to meet your eyes again, knowing he would be sucked in – fighting the urge to reach for you again.
“I’ll see Sevika helps you home safely,” he swallowed, “Goodnight.”
And then, he turned, walking away before you could say anything else.
AN//: potential for a pt.2, perhaps? We shall see.
You glanced up, eyes widening as the office door creaked open. The heavy thud of a metal fist against the frame startled you, and you fumbled to avoid dropping your book on your face.
"Boss, we gotta—"
"Shhhhhhh."
Sevika froze mid-step, eyes going wide. Her mouth opened slightly, words dying on her tongue as her gaze flicked down your body, taking in the sight before her – you, stretched out on the velvet sofa, and Silco, nestled against your side.
Your expression hardened as you narrowed your eyes at her, voice dropping into a quiet, hiss. "This is the most sleep he’s gotten in weeks. If you wake him, I will kill you."
As if in agreement, Silco let out a soft, muffled snuffle, his head shifting slightly against your chest as the vibrations of your voice disturbed him. He stirred only for a moment before sighing deeply, sinking further into your warmth. The arm draped over your waist tightened a little as he settled down.
Sevika's lips parted a few times – searching for words and failing. A slow furrow crept into her brow, confusion blanking her usually sharp expression. This was new. This was not what she expected.
And for once, she didn’t seem to know what the hell to do about it.
“Whatever it was can wait,” you warned quietly again, turning back to your book as she cleared her throat gently and backed out of the office again, still reeling from the fact her boss drooled when he slept.
Hiiii!!!!! It’s the crush anon! Sorry I didnt update earlier! We went to the sushi place and ended up with kindaaa matching outfits! It was so good and a really sweet dinner! We went back to mine after and let’s just saaaayyyyyyy I had both a valentine this year and a new boyfriend! Tbh as soon as he picked me up I had a feeling we would end up together after the date I just didn’t think it would be like.. right away lol! I went to his apartment for valentines and he cooked me dinner which was so sweet and watched twilight! (it’s my favourite movie)
Nonny, you have no idea how much this has made me smile after a rough few weeks 🥹 I am so so happy for you! I wish the two of you all the best 🩵🩵
But if a life update for you all - I’m going to be taking a (hopefully) small break (a week or three) from posting. I just have some life-y bits I need to sort out before I get back to writing again.
When I do get back to writing, I will be sticking pretty exclusively to fluff and angst only for a good while. It’s a long story. But trust that it is what is best atm.
I’ll see you all soon 🩵 I might still linger and reply to peeps ~ so I hope you don’t all go anywhere.
Notes: This was such a sweet request to get back into the swing of writing after a few days break 🥹 I love soft Sil sm
Warnings/Rating: fluff fluff fluff, reader has hair long enough to braid and easy enough to brush | E for Everyone
Wordcount: 1.8k
Synopsis/request: Do you think you could do a young!silco x reader where silco is learning to braid with reader's hair please?
Masterlist | Ko-Fi
You cringed as the springs of your worn down mattress groaned under your weight, creaking as you flopped down onto the edge of it unceremoniously. Shoulders sagging, you pulled the tie from your hair, blowing out a long breath as the tension slowly started to ease from your scalp.
Every single muscle in your body seemed to scream at you, an ache settling in so deep that even your rough attempts to massage out the knots only seemed to make it worse.
Dragging your nails over your scalp, you winced as they caught in the knotted strands, tangling around your knuckles painfully.
“You look awful.”
Your fingers paused their attempts at untangling the strands as you glazed up, frowning a little at your boyfriend as he hovered in the doorway, eyes flicking across the state of your hair and what you were sure were deep bags under your eyes.
You huffed again, forcing yourself back up on sore legs and crossing to the mirror, cringing a little at the sight that met you. “You do know how to flatter me, Sil.”
He pressed your bedroom door closed behind him, his arms soon wrapping around your waist as his head settled on your shoulder, his sharp chin digging into the tender muscle.
“What happened?”
You continued your fight with your hair, tensing a little as you managed to pull one of the knots out. “Work happened,” you sighed, dropping the hair to rub at your eyes instead.
Silco watched you softly, lifting his head from your shoulder as you stood with your forehead pressed against your palms. Pressing his lips into a firm line he ran his hands soothingly up and down your waist, the movement instinctive, his fingers working their way under the fabric of your top to brush against the skin. The slight scratch of his calluses doing more to relax your body than anything else so far.
“Let me help?” lifting his hands from your sides, his fingers brushed over your hair gently, gathering it all to pull it back gently, being careful not to tug on it too roughly as you nodded, finally pulling your hands from your face.
Without another word, he guided you backwards a few steps, his hands warm and firm as they pushed gently against your shoulders, encouraging you back down onto the edge of your bed.
He fished around in his nightstand drawer for a moment, taking out his stacks of notebooks until he found his hairbrush, pulling a few of his loose hairs from it before turning again and settling on the mattress behind you, once again guiding your hair back over your shoulders.
He started brushing methodically through your hair, starting at the bottom and slowly working his way up, his hand pressing the strands gently against you to avoid tugging at your head. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Picking at some piling on your duvet you wet your lips, eyes falling closed against the therapeutic rhythm of his hands, “Some of the guys decided it would be funny to send me through all the tight corners again.” You attempted a shrug, but thought better of it when it sent another ache through your bones.
Silco’s hands stilled, and you could almost feel his piercing stare on the back of your head again.
“The same ones as last time?”
You muttered a hesitant yes under your breath and his work continued, brushing out the knots with ease, a quiet, ominous hum setting your hairs on end.
“What are you thinking?” You attempted to turn around, only for a firm hand on your shoulder to stop you.
“Nothing.”
You knew that tone all too well – “Silco…”
He sighed, the sound forced through his nose, “Me and Vander will have a word.”
You tensed, turning as he shuffled on the mattress, leaning over to put the brush back away beneath his journals. “You don’t need–”
He quickly shut you up with a sharp look, one brow raised, “I said we will have a word, that is all. I am not having them mess you around whenever we aren’t on shift with you.”
The feeling of his fingers raking back through your now untangled strands quietened any argument rising in your throat, especially when his clipped nails scratched over the skin of your scalp coaxingly.
"Thank you," you murmured, your eyes drifting shut once more.
He pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder, a quiet chuckle escaping him. "It's my job," he said, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he took in your peaceful expression.
"Could you plait it for me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Leaning back against him, you nestled into the curve of his neck, breathing him in, letting yourself sink deeper into him.
He chuckled again, “I don’t know how.”
Your eyes opened, brows raising, meeting his as he gazed down at you.
“Seriously?” he nodded, “you have never braided your hair?”
“Why would I do that?”
You pressed yourself to sit up straighter again, shuffling to face him and reaching for his hair, pulling it over his shoulder. “Because it would look cute!”
He scoffed, leaning back just enough for his hair to slip from your grasp. “Cute?”
He let you pull him from the bed slowly, his hands squeezing yours softly as you led him back to the mirror, centering him in the dusty glass. He fought the urge to sigh when your fingers brushed through his hair again, combing lovingly over the scalp as you parted it and brushed it forward a little.
“You wanna split it into three–”
"There." You twisted the tie into the second braid, securing it in place. "Think you got it?"
You glanced up, catching his reflection in the mirror—the dozy smile on his lips gave you your answer before he even spoke.
"When did you stop listening?" you asked, already stifling a laugh.
His smile deepened, eyes softening as they met yours through the glass. "Somewhere between you brushing my hair and the sound of your voice."
You rolled your eyes, giving his shoulder a gentle shove as you moved to step past him, only for his arms to loop around your waist, pulling you back against him.
"I can't help that you relax me so much," he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to the curve of your neck. His fingers spread over your stomach as he swayed you slightly.
"You're a sap," you chuckled, shivering as his lips grazed your skin. "Do you at least like them?"
He glanced at himself in the mirror, studying the braids sitting just above his shoulders. "I think they’d look better on you."
You huffed lightly, "Well, that was the point." Twisting, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and slipped from his grasp, crawling onto the bed. Stretching out with a sigh, you let the last of the tension drain from your body.
"Now," you mumbled, "will you please come cuddle me so I can fall asleep?”
“Come here, I want to try something.”
You looked up from where you were plaiting your hair for work, brows furrowing, “I have to get ready to go, Sil, I don’t have ti–”
“Just, come here,” he urged, gesturing to the spot on the ground in front of him, “And bring those hair ties.”
With a huff you stood, letting the loose braid drop, “This better be good.”
“Always the optimist in the morning,” he drawled, carding his fingers through the strands and loosening the plait. “Now just close your eyes and trust me.”
“I really do have to get to work,” you pressed.
“We both do,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost amused. “This won’t take long.”
You felt him gather sections of your hair, his movements careful, deliberate. There was a pause, then a quiet huff.
“This is harder than it looks,” he admitted.
A smile tugged at your lips. “Oh? So you’re saying I have skills?”
He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
You resisted the urge to peek, instead letting yourself enjoy the sensation of his fingers weaving through your hair, the rhythmic pull and twist of each strand.
After a moment, he exhaled, satisfied. “There. Now, open.”
Blinking, you turned toward the mirror, taking in his attempt – a slightly uneven but surprisingly decent braid. You tilted your head, inspecting it with a hum.
“Not bad,” you mused, grinning at him through the reflection.
He smirked, “Told you to trust me.”
Shaking your head, you reached for one of the hair ties to secure his work. “I thought you weren’t paying attention?”
He shrugged, busying himself plucking your jackets from the closet, “I am not that bad,” he grumbled. “Besides, I practised.”
You almost missed his quiet admission. Your fingers stilled over the braid as your eyes widened. "You practiced?"
Leaning down, he pressed a fleeting kiss to your temple before handing you your jacket. "Vander can sit surprisingly still when you really need him to."
And with that, he disappeared through the bedroom door, the stairs creaking beneath his hurried steps as he rushed down to grab your work bags.
You stood there, utterly dumbfounded, hands frozen mid-motion as you stared after him, slack-jawed. You shook your head in disbelief, fingers brushing absentmindedly over the braid you had been fixing. The thought of him persuading Vander to sit still long enough for him to fumble through the motions was almost too much. You could picture it now – Vander grumbling under his breath, Silco muttering curses as his fingers worked, the two of them likely bickering the entire time.
Grabbing your jacket, you hurried down the stairs, your heart still hammering in your chest. As you reached the bottom step, you caught sight of him slinging your bags over his shoulder, pretending like he hadn’t just completely upended your morning with that little confession.
“You practiced?” you repeated, louder this time, a teasing lilt to your voice.
Silco barely glanced at you as he headed for the door, but you didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears turned red. “If you keep gawking, you’ll be late,” he deflected.
You bit your lip to stifle a laugh, stepping up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “You’re unbelievable.”
He huffed, though you could feel the way he leaned into your embrace just slightly. “And yet, you love me for it.”
You grinned against his back. “Yeah. I really do.”
Notes: y'all are so horny. I love it. Once again, these are not all guys that look like Jayce, exactly, but they give the vibe/are up to stuff I could very much imagine jayce getting up to.
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Warnings/Rating: male x female videos, fingering, thigh riding, choking, manhandling, unprotected PiV sex, cunnilingus, size kink, belly bulge, grinding | 18+ MDNI
Masterlist | y!silco edition | vander edition
† he loves to make you wait for it
† you're the best way to get his frustration out
† it's so fun to manhandle you
† he loves to wake up with your hands around him
† he's tired from the lab, but his lap is all yours
† you can't come to the lab in that skirt
† he loves taking his time with you
† he loves your belly bulge
† he loves seeing how much he would fill you up
† it's almost embarassing how quick you make him cream his pants
Hi person who sent the ask about their crush! I asked if he wanted to go to dinner with me and he said yes! We’ve gone to dinner before so I’m not making it like a super big deal but I tried to make it as obvious as possible that it was a date without having the pressure of it cuz I dont know if it’s what he wants… but yeah anyways we are going to dinner on Sunday! He’s been asking me what he should wear and what I’m gonna wear and stuff cuz it’s a super cool popular sushi place that’s opened up recently! I’m very excited!
AHHHH NONNY!
This is so amazing! I am so happy for you! This is making my heart feel so full 🥹 Please let us know how it goes!
Notes: hehehehe daddy vander. Once again, these are not all guys that look like Vander (it is so hard to find good muscular guy content), exactly, but they give the vibe/are up to stuff I could very much imagine vander getting up to. You need to be logged into X to view these links. None of the videos are mine.
Warnings/Rating: male x female videos, fingering, anal, choking, manhandling, unprotected PiV sex, cunnilingus, squirting, size kink, creampie | 18+ MDNI
Masterlist | y!silco edition | jayce edition
† he's amazed you can fit him
† you can't come into work in such a small dress
† those pyjamas are too cute on you to ignore
† he loves seeing how big he is compared to you
† he can't wait to see you pregnant
† he tries to take it slow, but can't help himself
† watching you try to ride him is such fun
† his fingers are just as fun
† you have to stay quiet so the kids don't hear you (and fail)
† the bar is the best place to have you
† he's so obsessed with breeding you
† there's no better feeling than being full of him
† sometimes you're both too tired, but he can't help himself
