Silco: relationship headcanons //part 2

Fandom: Arcane

• Silco has very few people he genuinely cares about.
• That means if someone messes up with any of them, Silco will take care of that incident thoroughly enough to make an example of the poor bastard. Silco threads a fine line between being protective and straight up possessive. 
• His concern isn’t based on viewing you as weak - Silco is fully aware you can protect yourself, and is proud to see you do it. But when he sees such a situation, ice cold rage rises in his chest, along with the urge to snap the neck of whoever put their hands on you. Silco wouldn’t even hide the body - he’d hang it by the Last Drop’s entrance. 
• Silco is fully aware how little good he has left in his life - how few people make him feel at peace. Even though he wouldn’t admit to it, Silco is afraid that one day you might be taken away or hurt when he couldn’t do anything to stop it. It keeps him up at night sometimes. To imagine his worst fear coming to life and leaving him hopeless.
• Silco hates being hopeless.
• But he also respects you and your wishes not to send any bodyguards whenever you leave Silco’s sight. Sure, Silco would call them ‘support’ or 'more firepower’ but not every job you had to handle required such excessive 'means’. 
• A relationship with Silco is based on respect most of all. 
• He understands his fears and how they might influence his decisions, but he always makes sure to listen to your opinion too. And even though it would pain him, Silco would respect your choice of going alone on the jobs you chose to. He would be tempted to send someone to keep an eye on you from a safe distance, but wouldn’t do it in the end.
• Silco can’t stop the relief washing over him every time you come back in (more or less) one piece, marching into his office with a smile upon seeing him. He would never get tired of that sight. 
• Silco hates seeing you in pain or injured. He’d sit you down in his chair and clean your wounds, taking care to bandage them thoroughly. There was something calming in knowing that you were fine now and close to him, and he could help you. If your injuries were more severe, Silco would waste no time and rush you to Singed. He may be mostly an alchemist, but he knows the workings of flesh well enough to deal with even the most severe injuries.
• Silco frets whenever something happens to you, even if it was too small for you to even think twice about it. He wants to know everything. 
• It’s partly because he enjoys the sound of your voice and learning more about your life or your recent endeavors. When the business is running smoothly and there’s little to worry about, Silco likes to sit with you in his private rooms and just talk through the evening and the night. Companionship for Silco is about something more than simple desire or lust, or even being the most useful pawn in his hands. And he isn’t the one to talk about the appearances either - Silco is fully aware what his face looks like. He wouldn’t push you to change anything about your appearances if you didn’t want to.
• True companionship for Silco means mutual understanding and trust. He knows he’s far from perfect, but he doesn’t hide his past or the present and appreciates you being honest and accepting too. 
• Silco is more relaxed when he’s just with you, somewhere out of view. He often urges you to sit on his lap when there’s only two of you in his office. He wraps his arms around you loosely, enjoying the warmth of your body pressed into his. He smiled the first time you confessed how much you enjoy putting your head on his shoulder or chest and listening to him talk. 
• Silco trusts you enough to allow you to inject his eye with Shimmer. Your hands are steady and he isn’t always calm enough to do it right himself, but he has another reason to wait for you specifically, although he doesn’t talk about it openly. 
• The injection is painful and it takes him a few moments to regain his composure. Whenever you are the one doing it, you always hold his face in your hands afterwards, rubbing his cheeks and kissing his forehead. It doesn’t stop the pain, but makes it easier to endure. Silco puts his guard down for those few seconds when the pain is overwhelming, but hidden in your gentle embrace he feels safe. 
• The kisses you plant over his brow and down his scarred cheek feel like a blessing when he tries to catch his breath. He is usually back to his senses when you venture down his jawline and neck, but never stops you from going as far as you want to. 

Silco: relationship headcanons //part 1

Fandom: Arcane

• Silco is a man of focus, commitment and will to sacrifice a lot in pursuit of his goal. He knows half the people of the Lanes and controls a big chunk of the rest, but doesn’t flinch before sacrificing those he considers pawns in order to fulfill his dream. There are very few people he keeps close and shares even a sliver of trust with. 
• And then you march into his life and refuse to leave. 
• What confused Silco the most at first is how you seemed to genuinely not want to use him for your own gain. You were involved in freeing the Lanes from the Piltover’s clasp, and you had a decent skill set that came in handy on a few occasions. You slowly worked your way up, started working closer with Silco… and never stabbed him in the back. 
• That surprised him. Loyalty is hard-earned in the Lanes and you seemed too good to not be an elaborate trap, and yet there you were, standing by his side and looking like you enjoyed the place. Like you wanted to be there.
• With him.
• It took Silco a while to realize what he felt looking at you was something more than care over a good investment. That the people he sent with you on missions he chose with special interest. That he always wanted you to bring him the reports, to accompany him to meetings, to keep an eye on Jinx when he had to take care of especially gruesome business alone.
• It didn’t take Sevika that long to notice. But Sevika didn’t care what was going on in her boss’s private life as long as you were less of a problem than Jinx. And given how you didn’t bite her even once throughout all the time you worked for Silco, she might even like you more than the kid.
• Silco tried to move on, to get rid of the feelings he knew would be his weakness in a world where he could afford to show none. But his mind would constantly linger on you, on your smile, on the way you delivered the newest report, the tone of your voice or the small gestures he noticed you made - and knew he couldn’t live like this.
• What Silco didn’t know was your side of things. You did allow yourself some freedom in his presence he wouldn’t take from his other goons, but was something more behind it? 
• Silco tried to be subtle at first and did his best to make hints and figure out your feelings from the reaction to them, but he quickly fell into over analyzing every single word or look you gave him. It led him nowhere and Silco didn’t like that.
• The matter of whatever was between you and him was something Silco was extremely sensitive about. He didn’t need half the Lanes learning about his weak spot and using it against him, so whatever rumors would arise, he made Sevika crush before they caught the wind (or your attention). Sevika didn’t mind. She might even enjoy the show and Silco’s rising frustration.
• He broke at some point. It was after yet another one of his ploys he thought were smart and direct enough, but still left you oblivious to his true intentions. He appreciated you thinking you were just his extremely trusted assistant, but there was only so much he could take.
• So once Silco made sure to be somewhere private and secure with you, he decided to be as blunt as possible and let you decide whether you were interested in him in the same way, or would prefer things to stay on a purely professional level. 
• He was ready to be rejected (he could think of many reasons behind that), and respected you enough to accept whatever choice you made.
• His heart felt like a hammer in his chest when he waited for your answer. He stood tall and confident, even though the hands he clasped behind his back were ice cold. 
• The smile Silco allowed himself when you accepted him was one of the very few genuine and happy ones you saw him make. By then you could easily tell them apart.

And If You Were My Little Girl

Pairing: Silco x reader

Summary: You turn to shimmer to quiet the howling voices in your mind, and you end up showing Silco how you reallyfeel about him. Daddy issues ensues. (Reader is an aged up version of Jinx). 

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: drug use, dubious consent due to being under the influence, PIV sex, d/s, orgasm control, daddy kink

It had never been this bad before. You couldn’t get it to stop; the voices in your head only grew louder and louder until it sounded like screaming in your ear. Monster. Monster. Monster. It was too loud to think, all you could do was cry, trying to raise your voice louder than the ones in your head. Murderer. You’d killed your own family. And now you would never be able to stop the voices from screaming.

A small part of your brain was able to register what was happening in front of you. A man was walking towards you. Silco. He had a knife.

But you were so blinded by the pain that you didn’t pay him any attention. That was until he spoke to you.

“Hello, little girl.” He purred.

His voice cut through the ones in your head, and you raised your eyes to meet his.

He towered over you, keeping the rain from pelting down on you.

He said nothing further as you both inspected each other, your heart cranking up a notch with every second that passed.

Your brain tried to make sense of what was happening. Silco stood before you. Silco, the feared kingpin of the undercity. Silco, who exuded the essence of a predator. Had he come to mock you? Had he come to finish you off?

Anger flashed through you, and you lunged forwards, tackling him to the ground. But as your cheek pressed against his warm chest, your muscles slackened and your crying started up again, competing against the rain to dampen Silco’s waistcoat.

The voices resumed their dominance over your mind and your hands fisted in Silco’s clothes. You could feel his warmth radiating into you, filling the void that was desperate for comfort.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in tighter. You didn’t think it was possible, but you started crying even harder, your chest heaving and shuddering.

He whispered in your ear, “It’s okay. We’ll show them.”

***

You’d spent 3 months living above One Last Drop and you finally felt like you were settling in. It was dangerous and rowdy, but nothing dissimilar to what you were used to. You seemed to fit in, you were accepted, you were useful. And maybe, you thought you might even be loved.

But the voices never left you. How could they? After what you’d done. They followed you around, a constant buzzing in your ears.

So when you spotted a group sitting around the bar, chugging vials of shimmer, you found yourself gravitating towards them. Your fingers were faster than your brain; you snatched a vial from one of the drunkard’s back pockets before you’d even made the decision to.

You concealed the vial up your sleeve and calmly strolled into Silco’s office, knowing he was out doing business. Once you’d locked the doors behind you, you slipped the vial out.

The liquid sparkled with an enticing purple hue. Silco had told you to stay away from it. But you’d seen people getting high off it, and you’d never seen anyone look so happy before.

You uncorked the vial.

The haggard faces of shimmer addicts came to your mind. You didn’t care. Maybe you deserved that fate.

Closing your eyes, you poured the liquid down your throat and swallowed the whole thing in one large gulp.

It didn’t taste anything like how it looked. It was barky and acidic. But you kept it down.

You tossed the empty vial onto Silco’s desk and perched yourself next to it, kicking your feet as you waited for the drugs to hit.

When nothing happened, you considered trying to steal some more or using Silco’s pocket money to buy some yourself.

But then you noticed it. Colours started to look incredibly vibrant. You were entranced by Silco’s green window, which seemed to glow like an iridescent insect wing. You looked out at the undercity - usually gaudy and polluted – but now you noticed how the neon lights gleamed with every colour of the rainbow. You giggled at how a hellscape could look so beautiful. You loved shimmer.

Your head became fuzzy, and you found yourself moving over to collapse into Silco’s large chair. You remained slumped for a few seconds, continuing to giggle at how light you felt.

But the giggling died down and was quickly replaced by the usual sinking feeling in your chest. Now that you’d noticed it, you were hyperaware of the sensation, and it felt worse than you’d ever experienced it before. It was almost as if you could feel the darkness inside of you. It crawled through every inch of your body, wishing to devour you whole.

You curled up into a ball, forced to feel the full weight of your emptiness. Tears rolled from your eyes, and you pressed yourself against the side of the chair.

That’s when you smelt it. A whiff of Silco. You pressed your face against the chair and inhaled again. It felt like his scent was surrounding you. Cigar smoke and pine. A warm sensation returned to you.

You were so thankful to Silco, for looking after you. Your protector. Your saviour.

His smell reminded you of safety. It sent heat down to your groin and you found yourself unfurling from your ball. You sat so you were pressing your weight down on your vagina and, absentmindedly, you started to rock your hips.

Silco. So commanding and cold, but he reserved his affection for you, only ever speaking to you in calm tones. You were obsessed with his voice. You were desperate to hear him whisper all manners of things in your ear. You didn’t even care what he said. You’d let him call you anything.  

You were so lost in the pleasure washing through your body that you didn’t hear a key turning in the lock.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped up to look at Silco. A blush spread across your cheeks.

He caught sight of the subtle violet glow to your irises and his eyes widened in panic.

“How much have you done?”

He noticed the empty vial of shimmer and your eyes started to refill with tears, knowing you’d disappointed him.

He came over and picked you up, dropping you back in his lap as he sat down in his chair.

“How does it feel? Do you feel sick?” He asked.

“A little,” You replied. Your stomach did seem quite upset. “I feel… All the things I usually feel. Just a lot more intensely.”

“It’ll do that.”

He held you close to him. He would tell you off for doing drugs later and find out why you did it but now was not the time for that. Instead, he tenderly glided his hands through your hair. And with his stable arms around you, you started to feel less sick.

And then the feeling in your groin returned - stronger than before. It clouded your mind until all you could think about was the incessant throbbing. You buried your face deeper into Silco’s chest, moaning softly as you drowned in his scent.

You pressed yourself against him harder, needing to be completely surrounded by his warmth. But no matter how hard you tried, you could never get close enough. You needed more. So you grinded yourself against his groin.  

“Y/N!” He called out in surprise, his hands disappearing from your waist.

“What?” You whined.

“You need to stop what you’re doing.”

“Why?” You asked, continuing to rub yourself against him in slow circles. “I’ve thought about this. I’ve thought about you. For many sleeeepless nights. Silcoooo.” You drawled out his name, you loved it. Just like his voice, his name was enough to soothe you.  

“You’re high. We need to get you to bed.”

He stood up to try and shift you off, but you gripped on tightly and he didn’t want to fight you so he sat back down.

“Silco please.” You spoke, gripping onto him for dear life. “It’s not the shimmer. I’ve felt this way for a while.”

You looked up at him with large puppy dog eyes, glazed with a purple sheen, and you continued to circle your hips against his, only harder this time.

“Please.” You whined one last time.

That snapped something inside of him.

“Fine.” He replied, grabbing your waist to hold you in place. “But there will be no more teasing.”

Silco’s hands went to his trousers, and you lifted yourself up to allow him easier access. Your heart started to flutter as you watched Silco’s slender hands work his zipper. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

His dick sprang free, and your vagina gushed at the sight of it. You needed him. You needed to feel all of him.

You quickly shucked your clothes off, discarding them all to the corner of the room. And then it was his turn to marvel at your naked pussy. But he didn’t have much time to enjoy the sight of you because you quickly found your way back to his lap and hovered yourself over his dick.

Placing your hands on his shoulders for support, you slowly lowered yourself down so his head was teasing your entrance. And then you very slowly sank down onto him. A strained moan left your lips and your eyes crushed shut. Of all the things that shimmer could make feel more intense, this was the best thing. Nothing had ever seemed more heavenly.

You sank down lower and lower, making high pitched noises the entire way. Your lips were stretched in a euphoric grin as you took more of him in. When you had sank down the entire way, his dick scraped against your g-spot, and your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

You opened your eyes to look at him and you found that his eyes were half-lidded - dangerously hungry. A mischievous grin spread across your face.

You started to bounce up and down on his dick at a steady pace. Your whole body thrummed with an overpowering pleasure.

And then his fingers on your waist tightened so he could bounce you harder and faster. Your moans seemed to take on a slightly pained tone with how overwhelming the sensation was, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

You’d wanted this for so long; your imagination had run wild with different scenarios, and yet none of them could compare to how amazing it actually was.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he fucked you hard, hitting you with wave after wave of explosive pleasure. Silco took such great care of you.

“Daddy.” You mewled.

Even in your drug-addled state, you were able to realise that might have been a mistake.  

“Say that again.” He growled.

The grin returned to your face as you pulled away to look him in his eyes as you spoke, “Daddy.”

His hands gripped you tighter, digging into your flesh so hard you were sure there would be bruises later. He used it as leverage to fuck you even harder, timing it perfectly with the savage thrusts of his hips. His dick bashed your g-spot every time he was fully sheathed, and it was driving you insane.  

“Oh God.” Silco groaned. “You’re so perfect. My perfect little girl.”

Did he really see you that way?

The thought caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach. And, when paired with the pleasure building in your core, it was the most blissful sensation.

“I’m close.” You told him breathlessly.

“Not yet.” He ordered. “And I want you to look at me when you cum.”

He removed one of his hands from your waist to brush his thumb against your clit. At the same time, he slowed down the pace of his thrusts. It was an insane combination, and you had no idea how you would be able to bare this torture.

You bit your lip as you let him fuck you, each thrust still impressively hard. You couldn’t hold on for much longer. Your legs were starting to shake with the orgasm that was hurtling towards you.

“Silco please.” You moaned.

“Be a good girl for me.” He replied, voice strained. He was close too.

Your need for release was driving you crazy (well, crazier) but you wanted to please Silco so badly. You clenched your eyes shut as you tried to fight off your imminent climax.

“Look at me.” He scolded.

He punished you with an especially savage thrust, completely impaling you and pounding against your g-spot. You squealed and tears brimmed in your eyes from trying to repress your orgasm.

“Just a moment longer.”

Everything started to speed up again, his thrusts and his thumb on your clit. Stars filled your vision and your body buzzed with your nearing orgasm. You were sure you would lose what little sanity you had left if he kept this up for much longer.

Finally, he spoke, “Cum for me.”

You kept your eyes open – albeit half-lidded – for Silco to watch as the pleasure crept its way up your body. He drank in all of your visage as you started to convulse with your orgasm. He continued to fuck you, growing more and more brutal with his thrusts, frenzied by the sight of your orgasm. You could feel every one of his thrusts send another shock wave of pleasure through your body and your eyes started twitching as you continued to try and keep them open.

The sight of your orgasm sent him over the edge. He came hard and you groaned at the feeling of his seed spilling inside of you.

You shuddered one last time before collapsing into his arms. He hummed with satisfaction, and you could feel his voice reverberate against you.

You smiled when his arms wrapped around you. You’d never felt so content before.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked gently.

“Mmh hmm. Never better.”

“Let’s get you to your room.” He spoke, pulling away to tuck himself back into his pants.

He cleaned you up with a tissue from his desk and then grabbed your clothes to redress you. When he was done, he piled you up in his arms and started carrying you to your room.

As he climbed the stairs, his mind was busy planning what he would do next. He would put a movie on for you and cook you some food while you came down from your high.

“What’s your favourite movie?” He asked.

There was no reply. You’d already fallen asleep in his arms.

A strange feeling came over him when he looked down at you. You were so small, so vulnerable. And, in that moment, he vowed to himself that he would always take care of you. In whatever way was required of him.