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silcoitus · 1 day
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Business Affairs
Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI
Silco x f!reader, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Light Dom/sub, Dom Silco, Dirty Talk, degradation kink, No Aftercare
Beta readers: none
Word count: 1.7k
Your and Silco's attention is otherwise occupied during a Chembaron assembly. He's quick to make your thoughts a reality.
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A/N: This all came about just because I wanted to use the dialogue line “Is this how we should conduct the next meeting? With me inside you?”
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starsinmylatte · 11 months
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Maybe Silco with a motherly Fem!Reader who adores Jinx? Something with breeding & pregnancy? Domestic bliss please?
Soft
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Oooh, I do love some good domestic bliss... and I've always loved the idea of Silco's lover being a motherly figure for Jinx. Tbh, it would've solved so many problems in the show....
Rating: Explicit. 18+ ONLY, minors DNI
Pairing: Silco x Afab!reader.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: Breeding kink, sliiiiight degradation, Silco fantasizes about pregnant reader, cockwarming, y'all already know what's up
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You were by far the softest thing in Silco’s life. The Eye of Zaun -the most feared kingpin in all of the Undercity- was not a man who usually enjoyed life's softer, sweeter things, but you were the one exception.  
He could still vividly remember the day you showed up at his door, demanding to see Powder. Silco had wanted nothing more than to laugh. It was ridiculous, the way you showed up alone and completely unarmed to The Last Drop and demanded things from him of all people. Under any normal circumstance, you would’ve never gotten past his bouncers at the door, but he could barely get Jinx to eat or respond to him. Her door was locked, and the lock was reinforced from the inside…. he was worried about his new daughter, and you seemed to know her. So, against his better judgment, Silco took one look at the motherly concern you seemed to show for Jinx and brought you to her door. 
He watched carefully as you knelt in front of the door and took a deep, calming breath. “Darling, I know it’s been so hard, and you’ve been so brave… could you please come out and eat something? For me?” The door flew open in a blinding flash of unkempt, neon blue hair, and Jinx was in your arms. The small girl was sobbing and clutching you so tightly, almost like she was afraid you’d disappear at any second. She was trying to say something, but her sobs distorted her words to the point they were unrecognizable. 
You pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, picking her up as she buried her face into the crook of your neck. Silco watched in shock as you stood and turned to face him calmly. “What are your thoughts on soup?.” 
In the span of five minutes, you had nearly kicked his door in to see Jinx, gotten her to come out of her room for the first time in a few days, and now you were asking him about…. soup??
“Excuse me?” He managed to say, a look of pure bewilderment still plastered on his usually smug face. 
“She likes it, so I’m going to make some. You don’t look like you’ve eaten recently either, so I want to know if I need to make enough for three.” Your tone was soft but completely matter-of-fact as you stroked the young girl’s hair. 
Silco nodded slowly. “Soup would be…. fine.” 
Without another word, you simply turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen, murmuring words of comfort to the child in your arms. 
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You were the brutally soft woman who had invaded Silco’s life and turned it upside down in the best way possible…. Which is how the Kingpin found himself in his current position: buried deep inside you, biting your shoulder as the thick, swollen head of his cock kissed your cervix. 
The pain-tinged pleasure was almost blinding, but fuck, it was exactly what you wanted. It was enough to have you desperately moaning his name and your back arching. The Eye of Zaun kissed the column of your neck hungrily, trailing his lips all the way up to your ear. Silco’s warm breath caressed the shell of your ear as he nipped at the delicate skin before murmuring. “You’re sure about this, my lovely?” 
“Silco, please.” You whined, voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you. “W-we talked about this. I want a baby…. I want you to get me pregnant.” 
Silco growled in response, reaching up to palm the swell of your soft, generously curved breasts. He had you pressed back across the smooth wood of his desk, all of his papers and work carelessly thrown to the side as he took you roughly, with an almost singular purpose. The gold-trimmed bottom hem of the dress you favored had been roughly shoved up around the curves of your hips to allow him more room between your thighs. He leaned over to kiss you hungrily.
“Such a dirty girl,” he purred, sliding one of his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. Your tongue laved around it, eyelids fluttering shut in bliss as he pressed it in further. 
Silco hissed at the sight, trailing his other hand up to caress the soft skin of your lower abdomen. He pressed down with the flat of his palm, making you cry out at the sudden pressure before following it with another gentle massage. “Wanting me to fuck you raw like this…. Such a pretty thing, and you want to carry my child.” 
The thought of you pregnant was nearly enough to make him cum instantly. Your body would change… swell with the life he put inside you. Everyone would know it… Everyone would see his claim on you. Yes, Jinx would be getting a sibling, and Silco would be glad about that alone, but his true desires were much more selfish.
You whimpered as his clever fingers found their next target: one of your overly-sensitive nipples. Silco bit back a moan of his own, imagining your breasts swollen and heavy with milk. “Let me hear it again, lovely. Say my name.” 
A particularly delicious thrust of his hips punctuated each word, and Silco’s name fell from your kiss-swollen lips. Your orgasm burned through your body as you fell apart beneath him, whimpering and begging him to finish, to give you what you craved most. 
Silco’s beautiful green eye rolled back in bliss as his fingers forcefully dug into your hips, hard enough to leave bruises as he chased his own climax. His hips snapped into yours lewdly, and with one last strangled groan, the Eye of Zaun joined you in pure euphoria. The movement of his hips slowed, and you felt his warm seed fill you completely. 
Your head dropped back against the desk with a soft thunk, your energy completely and utterly spent. Silco caressed your temple, raising one of your hands to his lips to kiss it gently. 
“Beautiful…” he murmured, letting his gaze wash over you unashamedly and making no move to leave your warmth.  You shifted your hips slightly, drawing a short, sharp hiss from your lover as you sighed contentedly, completely relaxed beneath him.  
Silco dipped down to press more reverent kisses against your skin, his smooth, deep voice intensely comforting. “We are going to stay just like this for a few more minutes. It wouldn’t do for any of our hard work to go to waste.”
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angelltheninth · 6 months
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Flirting Above the Paygrade
Pairing: CEO!Silco x Barista!Reader
Tags: fluff, coffee shop au, flirting at work, suggestive cause of innuendos, crushes, age-gap, surprise visits, asked on a date
Word count: 0.8k
Flufftober Day 2: Coffee Shop
A/N: Next flufftober prompt is here! I had this idea almost as soon as someone asked for Silco for this.
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There he was again, that older man with the big coat and his slicked back hair and the scar on his face. He's been coming here for over a month now, without ordering anything and sitting in the corner, reading something that he brought with him.
Reports maybe? From the looks of him, the things he wore, the coat, the tie, the rings, the shoes, he was a very rich man. One that shouldn't have much interest in this quaint and plain little coffee shop. And yet he was in here every day, at the same time in the afternoon and left at the same time, always looking at you on the way out, smiling at you. Most places would kick out people who don't order anything but you understood that some people just needed a quiet place to think. So you let him stay, and maybe someday he would make an order.
You were going about your day as usual, him in his usual spot again when he suddenly stood up and walked up to the counter. Odd he usually never leaves this early, "Could I get two coffees? One should be the sweetest thing you have on the menu, and the other the strongest." His voice was not quite as deep as you imagined. Not that you imagined it a lot! Only a few times, purely out of curiosity.
"Um... is there another person joining you, sir?" There was an uncomfortable bubbling feeling in your chest which didn't make sense at all. You didn't know this man at all, this was the first time you spoke to him. For all you knew he could be married. God, why did you have to make it weird, "I didn't mean to pry, I just-"
He held up his hand and you instantly closed your mouth. A deep blush dusted your cheeks when you saw the way he smirked at you, "My daughter is joining me later today. She's attending collage on the nearby campus and we won't to get to spend as much time together these days."
"Oh. I see." He was a dad... but there wasn't a ring on his wedding finger...
"I'm single in case you're wondering." That came out of his mouth in such a natural seductive tone that you almost spilled the coffee over the counter. Was he flirting?
"I... can I have your name? T-To write on the cups! The coffee cups!" It was better when he was sitting in the corner, at least then you wouldn't embarrass yourself in front of him. He didn't seem to mind, in fact judging by his smile he really enjoyed it.
"Silco. With a C not a K. It's a common mistake people make. And for my daughter you can put Jinx." Silco with a C. Silco with a... C.
You stared at him, perplexed how you didn't put two and two together before. "Silco, the CEO of Shimmer Productions? The pharmaceutical company?" He gives you a grin and and nod. Well now you're even more confused, why would he be here of all places? Surely there are many more, much more high-end places for him to go to? But it would be rude to tell him that, wouldn't it? He might feel like you want him gone and that's the last thing you want. "Thank you for coming here so often."
"It's much cozier then my office, plus much better company." Oh yes, he was flirting for sure, "Did I overstep? You always look at me when I'm here, I assumed you wanted to... talk more."
"No! I mean yes! I'm sorry, I'm being weird. Uhm... here's your order, sir." For a moment you thought you saw his eye shimmer when you called him that. It must have been your imagination.
"Thank you. Would it be too forward of me to ask you when your shift ends? You've been very hospitable to me and I reward kindness."
"W-What kind of reward?" God you hated the direction your mind just went to, you were still at work!
His mirk almost reached his scar, "I was thinking something to drink but it seems to me like you have other things in mind." Caught red handed. "We can negotiate, I'm very good with that."
"I... yeah, okay, I get off at 8." Or much, much sooner if he keeps looking at you like that. Silco seemed to have been aware too, his fingers pressing against yours as he took the cups from you, "Enjoy your drink, sir."
"I'm sure I will. Do you want the tip?" Fuck. He really did know what he was doing. "Naughty little thing aren't you?" He chuckled and payed, giving you a very generous tip indeed. After that he returned to his table, completely unfazed while you really, really wished there was someone to cover your shift so you could take a break in the bathroom.
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bbydeathclaw · 4 months
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Petulance
pairing: silco x fem!reader (nsfw)
AO3
summary: Silco sends you away to try to get some work done and you decide to be a horrendous little shit about it.
tags: fluff, smut, established relationship, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), good ol' mating press, teasing, bratty reader, simp silco
word count: 5.4k
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a/n: hello! this is my first time writing in a looong while almost 10 years to be exact please don't look at me. but I had to get back into it with this shamelessly self indulgent fic of my favorite brooding king pin. I hope you enjoy!
Silco had thought it a bit odd at first, the ease with which you’d taken your leave from his office tonight. Ordinarily when he’d attempt to send you away in favor of getting his paperwork done in a more timely manner, you’d put up some form of sulky little protest.
An overemphasized pout coupled with a look of feigned sadness, eyebrows furrowed together when you’d offer to assist him with said work. Your reason being that it would ‘probably get done faster’ between the two of you. 
A lie, and a blatant one at that. You were, on all counts, absolutely shit at keeping your focus on any tasks he’d try to give you. You knew it. He most certainly knew it. Truly he’d wonder why you’d even bother offering at all if you just spent most of the time trying to distract him anyway. 
Still, he can’t say he isn’t amused by your actions. He finds these juvenile acts of yours terribly endearing for the most part, and even starts to look forward to them, knowing full well that he'll give in to just about anything if you’d simply ask it of him. 
Which is why he can’t help but feel somewhat disappointed when you don’t do any of this at all, and Silco starts to regret his idiotic suggestion entirely until you throw a cheeky smirk his way instead. 
“Alright, I think I’ll go bug Sevika for a bit.”
A single eyebrow quirk, followed by a low hum of approval. 
“I’m sure she’ll be positively thrilled by that,” he replies, suppressing a smirk of his own at the thought of his second in command being pestered by someone almost half her size. 
He’s still disheartened by your willingness to leave, but ultimately makes peace with it knowing that you’d more than likely return at some point. You give him a small wave with your fingers followed by a wink over your shoulder, and Silco doesn't hesitate to drag his gaze over your body shamelessly as it saunters out of his office.
About an hour passes, and the music coming from downstairs is just starting to pick up for the evening. You enter the room with a fluid sidestep, leaning back against the door once it closes behind you. His good brow raises slightly. “Back so soon?”
You don’t answer at first, instead making your way over to one of the tables in his office, like a cat quietly stalking about until something catches its interest. He watches you methodically as you settle for one of Jinx’s old trinkets that had been long discarded, carefully turning it over in your hand. “Sevika called me a menace.”
This time he makes no attempt to hide the subtle upturn from the corner of his lips. “I’m afraid I’m inclined to agree with her, my dear.”
“She seems pretty cranky tonight.” 
“Hm, surely through absolutely no fault of your own.”
You bite the inside of your cheek in what he can only assume is an attempt to stifle a giggle before turning to face him with an adorably giddy expression that makes his chest tighten. 
“Whatcha doin’?” 
So innocent, as if you were completely unaware of the effect you had on him. Silco doesn’t answer you verbally, merely bringing his forehead to rest against his hand and lifting the piece of paper he’s holding in the air with the other. The sullen face you make doesn’t go unnoticed by him as you turn to put the gadget back down with an airy sigh.
“Well,” you drag the word out. “I guess I’d better let you get back to it.”  
“Yes, that would be nice,” he says in turn, though it comes off more teasing rather than the displeasure he’s trying to convey. 
You study his face for another beat or two before you finally respond. “Okay, if that’s really what you want.” It’s not. Not even in the slightest. “I’ll go see if Thieram needs any help at the bar.”
“My love, Theiram is more than capable of handling his responsibilities as a bartender alone. It’s why I hired him, in fact.” He pauses. “Have you perhaps considered staying up here and behaving yourself, rather than looking for more ways to wreak havoc amongst my employees?” 
For a moment Silco thinks that he may be tipping his hand too soon, fearing that you’ve caught on to the fact that he’s basically been doing fuck all except sitting here and waiting for you to come back to his office. His suspicion only rises with the way you’re tilting your head and downright beaming at him with ill-disguised glee, like you’d been reading his every thought. 
“If I stayed up here it certainly wouldn’t be to behave myself.”
The paper he’s holding makes an audible crunch sound, his hand crumpling the edge of it faintly in response to your suggestive remark. 
Before he has the chance to reply with some snarky comment, you’re already heading towards the door, making a show of swaying your hips and giving him another view of the delicious swell of your backside before you take your leave again. His chair makes an audible groan as he leans back against it and lets out a lengthy sigh, running a hand through his hair and glancing down into his lap at the result of your seemingly endless torment.
Intolerable minx.
By the third time you make your way back up, only about half an hour has passed, and Silco’s all but given up on the prospects of getting any semblance of work done tonight. His thoughts being entirely permeated by you and the state you’d left him in. 
The Last Drop is in full swing now, and the liveliness of everything going on downstairs comes through the open door as you re-enter his office. However this time, he makes no effort to acknowledge your arrival, his chair now facing away from his desk, turned instead towards the large stained glass window that bathes him in a sickly, pale green light. All the noise from the club gets muffled when the door shuts once again, followed by the sound of purposeful footsteps making their way over to him.
“Welcome back,” he states flatly, trying to sound as disinterested as he can manage in his current predicament while he looks over his clipboard in a vain attempt at trying to salvage what was supposed to be a productive evening.
“Hello there, almighty Eye of Zaun,” you chime back with a playful lilt in your voice. “Did you miss me?”
Silco’s eyes tick upwards and stare blankly at the window straight ahead, actively suppressing the urge to let out another heavy sigh. You were going to be the death of him at this rate, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind. How you managed to be both so insufferable and still so unbelievably charming he’ll never quite understand. Before he has the chance to turn his chair with an already fixed scowl, he hears a faint thud behind him, the distinct sound of glass meeting wood only slightly muted by a soft shuffling of papers. 
A few seconds pass before Silco finally spins around to face you, seeing that a tumbler has been set down right on top of the paperwork he had been ruminating over all night. He’s also greeted by the sight of you already sitting in a chair directly in front of his desk, grinning from ear to ear. His heart swells at the sight and his scowl gradually melts away, only to be replaced by something more along the lines of skepticism when he takes in your expression fully. 
Your smile is accompanied by what appears to be a look of pure satisfaction, though he has no clue as to why. His non-discolored eye narrows at you, like a parent trying to figure out what misdeed their child has committed behind their back. 
Silco regards you warily for another moment, taking in every minute detail of your face in hopes of detecting something that might give you away while he reaches for the glass set in front of him. Ice clinks against the sides as he swirls it around before bringing it to his lips, taking a long sip followed by a hum of appreciation. His eyes shoot back up to meet yours, and finds you now biting your lip while trying, and failing, to suppress a huge grin. 
You’re definitely up to something, that much he’s certain of now, and the fact that he still can’t figure out what it is causes his previously feigned discontent to turn into more of a bubbling frustration, having just about enough of whatever game you’re playing. A fleeting thought crosses his mind as he glances down at the drink now dangling from his fingertips, then back up to you. 
Silco knows you’ve taken in the brief look of suspicion on his face when you let out a laugh that, despite the visible displeasure he's exuding towards you, is still one of the sweetest sounds he's ever heard.
“I didn’t poison you, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you quip, clearly amused at the implication.
“At this point I would be grateful if you did.”
You laugh again, but it comes out more like a short exhale through your nose along with a relaxed grin, taking a sip of your own beverage, and Silco’s good eye narrows at you once again. 
“Are you drunk?”
“What? No.”
Silence.
“Then what did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
He practically glares at you for what feels like a considerable amount of time before it finally dawns on him that you haven’t left yet. 
“Did you need something darling? Or have you just come to find more ways to elicit whatever reaction you’ve been hoping for this evening?” Silco brings the tumbler to his mouth once more, letting it hover there momentarily in order to get the rest of his words out. “Because if the intended reaction was to see how far you can test my patience I can assure you-” 
Words die on his lips immediately when you make a move to stand, mismatched eyes shooting down to your waist to see what appears to be quite possibly the shortest skirt he’s ever seen you in, leaving so very little to the imagination.
He’s still holding the glass right up to his face while he watches you make your way around the only obstacle that separates the two of you before hopping onto one of the corners, your butt and thighs jiggling faintly when they make contact with the solid piece of furniture. “I just figured you could use a drink after such a long night of hard work. Is that so wrong?”
Silco tracks your movements with an almost predatory fixation, watching you lean back slightly to rest against your arms, crossing one leg over the other and he has to actively resist the urge to scoff. This thing is hardly covering anything, you’re essentially sitting there with your bare ass on his desk. The realization of that along with the sight of everything you’re showing has his cock hardening at an alarming rate.
You don’t seem to notice, or if you do you don’t say anything, eyebrows knitting together in a poorly disguised attempt at looking genuinely worried. “What’s wrong? You don’t look very happy to see me.” 
Silco sets the glass down onto his desk with a bit more force than intended, turning his chair to face all the way forward and bringing his mouth to rest against interlocked fingers. Any moment now he’s expecting you to hop right off that corner and make your way back downstairs, back to a place filled with depraved and perverted onlookers. 
Realistically he knows no harm would ever befall you while you were down in the Last Drop. All of his subordinates had been given clear instruction to keep a watchful eye on you at all times, and after a while a lot of them had started to do it less out of obligation and more so out of genuine care, especially Jinx and Sevika. 
Plus, he knows you can hold your own in a fight. Growing up in the undercity had hardened you just enough to make you a scrappy but formidable opponent. So logically speaking, Silco knows there's no safer place for you to be, but the thought of anyone other than himself seeing you in that, especially the less than respectable patrons that frequent his establishment nearly every night, makes his blood boil.
“Of course I'm happy to see you, my dear,” he retorts, turning his head to look over at you once more, eyes darting downwards to that indecent piece of fabric wrapped around your waist then back up to meet your gaze. “It's just that I'm seeing quite a lot of you at the moment, and if you go back downstairs, so will everyone else.” His last words come out strained as he shifts in his chair in a poor attempt to alleviate his growing erection.
“Oh, you mean my skirt? Is there…something wrong with it?” You lift your hips to take the tiniest of scoots towards him, and Silco’s eyes immediately hone in on the action. 
“Don’t be cheeky.”
Another scoot. “I’m afraid that can’t be helped, especially in this.”
At this point he wouldn’t be surprised if you really are trying to kill him, taking controlled and steady breaths while he attempts to suppress his growing ire in response to such a ridiculous question. Of course there’s something wrong with it. Silco’s sure he’d nearly be able to see the soft outline of your mound if you were to spread your legs, even in the slightest.
He lets out another deep breath before picking up his pen and casually scribbling his signature on one of the invoices strewn about in front of him. “You will not be going back down there like that.”
He’s not looking at you, but Silco can see the movements of you moving closer out of the corner of his unmarred eye.
“Are you..asking me to stay?” 
He doesn’t respond, instead electing to take another piece of paper to scrawl his name at the bottom offhandedly. He knows what you’re playing at, the fact that it took him so long to realize it irks him to no end. He wouldn’t mind answering honestly and just telling you that yes, he does want you to stay, but the thought of giving into your bratty little antics this evening doesn’t sit quite right with him. 
Which is why he makes the conscious decision to ignore you as you move close enough to where your upper leg is now narrowly brushing his elbow, the shift causing him to mess up the tail end of another signature. Silco chances a glance towards the movement and regrets it almost immediately when he takes in the soft curve of your thigh, his cock twitching painfully at the sight.
He makes his second mistake when he follows the tantalizing trail of your body upwards and is met with the most unabashed, shit eating grin plastered across your face. He has to force himself to look away, the hand not holding his pen coming up to drag his long fingers back and forth across his mouth as he contemplates the idea of sending you away all together, leaving you pouty and disappointed. And for a moment he comes close to doing just that, until he makes the grave error of risking a glance up at your face again.
You’re not smiling anymore, expression replaced by something far more lustful and serious. Silco simply stares as your tongue slides out to pull your bottom lip in between your teeth before gently nudging his elbow with your knee. He doesn’t hesitate in dropping his arm to offer you the space in front of him, and you slide over gracefully. He stays perfectly still while you plant a foot atop each of the armrests of his ornate chair, knees pressed tightly together.
He finally responds to your earlier question with one of his own. 
“What would possibly give you that idea?” His voice is light and teasing, all traces of anger gone. “You’ve been nothing short of a nightmare all evening, love. And now this?” Fingertips come up to stroke the side of your calf, humming appreciatively.  “What am I going to do with you?”
This earns Silco a wide, toothy grin as you scoot forward. “Whatever do you mean? I’m just sitting here.”
“Don't be coy with me, sweetheart.” He leans forward, breath fanning over your knees as he speaks. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” knees parting just barely, “to answer my question.”
Silco pushes his tongue against his cheek in minor annoyance before sliding both hands up your legs and over your knees, then back down until he reaches your hips. He grips firmly at the supple flesh and yanks you closer towards him, eliciting a sharp squeak followed by a string of giggles.
“I think you might be the most aggravating creature I’ve ever had the displeasure of courting.”
Your face adorns a look of mock appreciation. “Awe, thank you!”
Slender hands travel back up to your knees. “Truly just a tantalizing little menace.” He waits for you to part them further, granting him the access he’s so desperately craving. “One that I’m both drawn to and irritated by all at once.”
Your smile is nothing short of haughty, as if you’re truly taking everything he’s telling you as a compliment. “Well now you’ve really got me hot and bothered,” you shoot back, knees moving further away from each other until you’re spread all the way open for him.
Although spoken in a sarcastic tone, Silco sees that your words are in fact true, his eyes taking in the sight of your already dripping cunt.
“Indulge me, sweetheart,” he says, one hand coming up to trace the backs of your thighs with his knuckles, causing goosebumps to decorate your soft skin. “Why the need to be so difficult tonight?” 
You shiver at the touch, bottom lip still tucked between your teeth as he brings a thumb up to stroke lazily over your pussy. 
“J-just for fun,” you retort, but your voice doesn’t hold the same conviction. “Wanted to see..how long it would take.”
“How long what would take?”
The laugh you let out is shaky at best, but there’s still a bit of confidence left when you answer. “For you to ask me to stay.”
It only takes about half a second before Silco’s thumb pushes into your core and his tongue cards a long, hot stripe along your folds. The noise you make spurring him on further as his mouth envelopes your clit, giving it a harsh suck before pulling away with a satisfying wet plop sound.
“I don’t recall asking anything of the sort,” he chides, sliding his thumb back out. “If memory serves me correctly, you came into my office several times practically demanding my attention.”
Silco punctuates his last few words by pushing two fingers into you, pulling another sharp inhale from your lips as he turns his palm to face upward and curls them inside of you.
“Has it ever occurred to you,” he starts, bringing his thumb to circle against your now swollen clit, drawing a long whine out of you as you work your hips against him. “..that perhaps I attempt to send you away in order to finish with my tasks quickly, just so I can get back to doting on you with said attention? Selfish little creature.”
Your eyebrows pinch together, speaking between shallow breaths. “You.. could have just.. said that.. you know.”
Silco smirks, watching you look back at him with a pair of pleading eyes. “And deny myself the pleasure of seeing your lovely pouts and open displays of petulance?” He adds a third finger. “I think not.” 
“Silco,” you whine, “please.”
His cock twitches in response, and he doesn’t waste any time bringing his mouth back down to your bud and swirling his tongue around it lavishly while his fingers twist and turn inside of you. He watches you throw your head back, one of your hands snaking upwards to grip the edge of the desk above your head, the other coming to latch onto the top of his head hard as you roll your hips against him. 
“There, that’s it,” he coos, “show me how eager you are. Use me.” 
This draws another string of small gasps and moans from you, coupled with lewd, wet, slurping sounds as Silco continues to lap and suck at your clit, bringing his free hand to grip your thigh and anchor you to him. The strain in his pants grows increasingly more painful when you sigh his name affectionately, followed by a noise of protest when he removes his fingers from you all together in an effort to tug at intricate buttons of his trousers, freeing his aching cock and palming himself to the sight of your ruined state. 
Your arousal coating his fingers serves as a welcome lubricant for him to stroke himself languidly, relishing in the feeling of you bucking up into him, using him to chase your own end. His licks are hot and thorough, leaving no part of your heat untouched.
“Yes,” Silco groans into you, “just like that.”  
Your other hand comes down to unbutton your top, cupping and squeezing at one of your breasts, and he knows you’re close by the way you’re begging and pleading above him. The sound of your voice feeds into his determination, letting go of his cock in order to wrap both arms around your thighs, securing you in place and devouring you like a starved man.
The way you cry out his name while your walls flutter around his tongue has him reeling, mismatched eyes boring into you, watching your orgasm in complete reverence as your fluids run down his chin.
“Good girl,” Silco sighs, his movements slowing down to let you ride out your climax. “You always make such sweet sounds for me.” 
Your legs tremble and the vicelike grasp you have on his hair loosens before you slump back down onto his desk, words barely managing to come through your short and labored breaths.
“Could've been making them a lot earlier if you’d…stop trying to kick me out.”
A hint of a smile creeps up on his face as he presses small, feather light kisses up the backs of your thighs, leaving glistening spots of your slick behind in their wake. “You know, it is possible to keep your unsolicited remarks to yourself every once in a while.”
Yours breaks into a devious grin that tugs at his heart without mercy. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” 
“Mmm, point taken.” 
Silco stands to turn your body so that you’re taking up the full length of his desk before climbing up onto it and bracing himself with a hand on either side of your head. His length bobs thick and heavy with need, bringing it to rest against your slit.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
You roll your hips against him needily, coating his cock with your arousal. “Maybe.”
“You drive me absolutely mad,” he growls, voice dripping with carnal hunger as he pushes your legs up against your chest once again, lining himself up with your entrance. And it’s the way you're looking up at him with your lip tucked in between your teeth in anticipation, the slight inward curl of your eyebrows in an almost pleading expression that has him pushing into you in one, smooth buck forward, making you gasp as he bottoms out inside of you.
Silco sees your eyes roll back, and he has to physically stop himself from doing the same. He wants to see it all, wants to see your blissed out expression while he fucks you, wants to see all the different ways he can make you come undone beneath him.
You make a pitiful attempt at stifling a moan, one that ultimately fails when Silco starts to rock his hips against yours, pulling them back slowly and savoring the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls before driving them forward with a sharp, pointed thrust. But he’s right there with you, exhaling a throaty groan at the feeling of your walls engulfing him so deliciously, the sensation being nothing short of divine.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” he whispers, lowering his head and tilting it to place gentle kisses along your jawline before nipping at your earlobe. “Like we were made for each other.”
The breathy whine this elicits causes him to straighten himself upright again, picking up his pace steadily, and soon the room is filled with the obscene, wet smacking of skin against skin as Silco begins to pump into you with feral-like need. He readjusts your legs so that your calves are hooked over his shoulders, letting him fuck you so much deeper. 
You’re a mess of broken pleas beneath him, and he clings to every single one, a symphony meant solely for him and him alone. Silco watches you with wholly, unabashed devotion as your face twists and contorts in pleasure, pleasure that only he can bring you. And though he wants to feel like he’s still in control, he knows deep down he’s equally ruined by what you do to him, maybe even more so. His seafoam eye glazes over, and strands of hair fall loosely around his face as he ruts into you. 
You reach up and try to put your arms around his neck, but the position your legs are in only allow you to claw at his shoulders helplessly. “S-silco, please..”
“Oh? I see someone’s finally learned some manners,” he taunts.
The huff of annoyance you let out amuses him more than he’d care to admit, “For fuck’s sake, Sil. Let me hold you.”
“Demanding thing,” he scolds, but gives into your ‘request’ regardless, lowering your legs just enough so that your knees fall to the side and hook over his forearms, letting you wrap your arms around his neck with open urgency. And now you’re pulling him down and holding him there, like the waters he'd nearly drowned in.
Silco’s jaw goes slack as he turns his head and pants in your ear like some wild beast, whose sole purpose is to bring you to your end. Like it was all he was ever made for. Your head turns to meet his lips with your own, and he tries to keep some semblance of restraint while he kisses you, but he can’t, not with you. It’s hungry and sloppy, full of exceeding desperation. 
He breaks the kiss reluctantly to make his way down to your neck, lips and tongue moving against the delicate flesh and littering your throat with marks of all kinds, leaving no room for anyone to question who you belong to. “Mine,” Silco snarls possessively in between sucks and bites.
He's about to pull away when one of your hands slides up to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair and locking him in place, begging for more, more, more, and Silco’s more than happy to oblige. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger so tightly, and this realization both excites and ruins him as he begins to ram everything he has into you with new purpose.
“Oh fuck, Silco. Right there,” you cry out, voice becoming raspy and hoarse from your continuous gasps in between moans. 
"Yes, that's it. Show me how much you want this, how much you need this," he huffs out through gritted teeth, trying to establish some form of dominance once again, but it's no use when he realizes his words are just as applicable to him as they are to you.
He forgoes his hold on your legs, letting them fall to your sides briefly before wrapping them around his waist. Your eyes flutter shut and your head starts to loll to the side, but Silco grabs your jaw quickly and forces you to look directly at him.
“None of that, darling. I want you to look at me when you come undone,”  His breath comes out ragged and primal. “You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”
You nod frantically in response, eyes drifting downward to stare at his mouth, like a silent plea. He takes the hint without delay, squishing your cheeks together until your lips form a small pout before leaning down to kiss you fervently. His tongue swirls around yours, hot and wanting, before he pulls away just enough for him to pant into your open mouth, his connecting to yours by the thinnest string of saliva. 
Silco can sense your second orgasm approaching rapidly, and he brings his fingers towards your lips. You take the hint right away, wrapping them around his digits and sucking on them lavishly. Once he’s satisfied enough, he removes them and snakes his hand down through your intertwined bodies, settling for the bundle of nerves located between your legs.
Your moans increase in pitch, arms and legs squeezing even tighter around him as he works you with skilled flicks of his wrist.
“You’ve endured this so well, my love,” he whispers against your ear, voice laced with unrestrained hedonism and resolve. “Let’s reward all that effort of yours tonight, shall we?”
His question is rhetorical, but you nod so eagerly for him nonetheless as your walls begin to pulsate, clenching so unbelievably tight around him you’re practically pushing his cock out, nearly sending him over the edge himself.  
“That’s my girl,” he sighs with heavy grit and worship. “You feel incredible.”  
Silco’s face comes back up to hover over yours, looking directly into your eyes while he fucks you through your climax, his own looming closer and closer. He leans down to kiss you, swallowing your labored breaths greedily as his thrusts begin to stagger before coming to a complete halt, his pelvis flush against yours as his cock twitches obscenely within your heat. He lets out a harsh, guttural moan right into your mouth as he spills into you, your walls continuing to milk him with stuttered squeezes, and he has to pull away sharply to exhale a series of delirious gasps. 
Your chests heave against one another, waves of pleasure slowly dissipating as your sweat soaked bodies stay interlocked. Silco shifts slightly, bringing his hands to stroke the top of your head lazily with his fingertips. His forehead comes to rest against yours as he places soft, tender kisses along your cheeks, your eyes, your lips, anything within reach.
He’s rewarded with a giggle, followed by a dopey little grin.
“You know,” you say as your breaths finally return to normal. “I just remembered the other reason you try to send me away while you work.”
Silco already knows the answer, but you punctuate your words anyway by wiggling your ass, causing the sound of his paperwork shuffling beneath you, followed by a light yelp as he smacks your bottom lightly. 
“Impossible little wench,” he chastises, lifting himself off of you and being greeted once again by the sight of the thing you keep referring to as a ‘skirt’. He grabs the edge of it with his fingertips, holding it up like it was a cursed object. “Where in Janna’s name did you even get this from?”
You bark out a laugh before propping yourself up hastily to look down at it with pride. “Ran let me borrow it.”
“Excuse me?”
“What?”
“Borrow it,” he repeats, “as in you have every intention of giving it back to them?”
You stare at him for a moment, no doubt mulling over your answer.
“...No?”
Silco smirks at your response before leaning in. “Good girl. Besides, I think we may find many more uses for it still.”
Your eyes widen with child-like wonder, but for the entirely wrong reason. “Oh, so you’ll wear it for me, too?”
He stares back at you blankly, blinking several times before rolling his eyes almost theatrically, earning him another small fit of laughter as he finally graces you with a response.
“Whatever pleases you, I suppose.” 
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ughthisisntright · 8 months
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Nsfw Silco request; drunk Silco. 🍻
oooo drunk silco.... this'll be fun.
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Thumping could be heard from outside the bedroom door. You were sat in bed with a book, half-asleep but jostled awake from the sounds outside the door. Silco's bedroom door, you'd found out, was not at all sound proof.
You carefully slipped from the blankets when you heard a muffled grunt followed by a particularly heavy thud. You opened the door to Silco's bedroom slowly and saw something that you'd surely be retelling the tale about for years to come.
Silco - piss-drunk - struggling to get up off the floor of his office. His left foot crossed over his right, simply not balanced and causing him to continue tumbling over. He was grumbling something about his boots, how the soles were too slippery or whatever. You simply bit your knuckle to keep from laughing.
What seemed like an hour passed as Silco finally got his footing and stood straight. He huffs from frustration and exhaustion and shakes out his shoulders. His jacket is gone, his cravat is crooked, and his usually pale cheeks are flushed. When the floor creaked beneath you, his head whipped in your direction.
"Oh, no," he groaned. "I'm woke you!"
You snickered and walked toward him, just a few steps.
"I was awake, love," you spoke softly. "You came in like gangbusters." He shook his head at your comment, a smirk tugging at his scarred lips.
"I was quiet as a mouse," he argued. "'Cept for when I toppled over. That wasn't quiet 't all!"
You walked right up to him and straightened his cravat gently. His eyes bore into yours as you worked on him, the goofy man who once stood before you becoming the brooding, domineering Eye of Zaun you were more familiar with from this distance. His hands - albeit a little less steady than normal - came to rest on your hips to tug you closer. You glanced up at him with an innocent enough smile.
"Can I help you, darling?" Your voice came out as a purr.
"Oh, you know you can," his lips collide with yours in a sloppy kiss. No real method or reason other than connection. You could feel the desire burning within him. This always happened when he drank.
You felt soon that you were the intoxicated one. Your head swam as he pushed you back into your shared bedroom and onto your back. Within moments, the thin fabric of your panties came flying off, and his cock was pressing against your soaked cunt. His breathing was more labored from the stupor but it made him more vocal than usual.
"Oh, my love," he groaned as he pushed inside you. "I'm going to make you scream."
Your moan of approval pulled the animal out of him, a rough and unrelenting pace being set above you. His hips snapped against yours so hard, you wanted to scream in pain if it didn't feel so good. Orgasms given like candy and Silco's voice above you added to the incredible feelings, the filth dripping from his lips sinful in it's delivery.
"Such a disgusting girl. Upstairs in bed, just your underwear - fuck - and ready for me to fuck you," he growled the words. "Always ready for me to fuck you."
You cried out in pleasure as he drives into you harder. Seeing stars, having lost count of how many orgasms he's given you with his impressive drunken stamina.
Finally after what felt like ages, and your body feeling like mush, Silco buried himself inside you and came so hard, he actually screamed. The man rarely raised his voice. And he was screaming for you.
After a few moments, you giggled. He looked down at you with a concerned look.
"You should drink more often."
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kikiiswashere · 11 months
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Waltzing for Three
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Summary: You're impossibly pregnant and uncomfortable. Luckily, Silco and Jinx are there to help you out.
Warnings: None/SFW
WC: 2.7K
SilcoxAFAB!Reader, established relationship, found family fluff
Notes: I have no idea where this came from, but this little drabble wouldn't leave my brain. So, please enjoy some domestic, soft Silco
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It seemed entirely improbable that a human should ever fit into the tiny cloth you held up between your hands. The onesie was freshly laundered, the fabric impossibly soft under your fingers. You smiled, flipping it, and placing it against your swollen belly like a sticker. The pull of your lips broadened, revealing your teeth in a bright grin as your womb’s occupant gently patted their small feet or fists against their future wardrobe. Peeling the onesie away, you folded it and set it on the growing pile that had been started on the coffee table.
Nesting, they called it. A deep, primal urge to ready one’s space for a new baby. You hadn’t completely written off the people and books that had mentioned this phenomenon, but you were very surprised at the insistence and intensity of the inclination as you breached your third trimester. Especially since the pregnancy wasn’t planned, and since you and Silco were cautiously excited and anxious about the little one’s arrival. You figured your nervousness may sway nature’s tendencies; alas, she had a stronger pull than you realized.
A groan rattled through your teeth as you reached for the next article of baby clothing. Despite the happy anticipation with which you waited; your body was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The first trimester was marked with nausea and tender, growing breasts; the second, digestive woes seceded and your bump bloomed proudly before you. You had felt beautiful and divine (and Silco had told you as much). Now, in your third, the glow of pregnancy was wearing off. You couldn’t breathe. You had to pee all the time. Your once confident and saucy gait had been reduced to a gimping waddle – like a fat whump. It hurt to exist; you and the baby fighting for space in your stretched out body.
Silco looked up from his desk at the displeased sound.
His scratching pen paused and he asked, “Are you alright, lovely?”
Internally, you felt your eyes cross. While you appreciated his doting behavior, part of you was sick and tired of being treated like a fragile, delicate thing. As your due date neared, every single utterance you made had Silco checking in. When you cleared your throat in your morning shower, he’d pop his head into the bathroom. When your inhale hitched up as you attempted to take a deeper breath, he looked at you expectantly. Once, you had stifled a wayward burp and he had shot up from his desk, looking at you with wide, waiting eyes.
“I’m eight and a half months pregnant, Silco,” you sighed, folding the onesie you had just plucked from the laundry basket. “I’m tired and it hurts to move. It hurts to be still. My hips and lower back are killing me.”
“Shall I pour a tub for you?”
Sitting back on the red tufted couch, you smiled appreciatively at your partner before lifting your gaze to the large window behind him. While the Undercity was always darker than the surface, you could tell by the light glowing behind its many panes that it was only early evening. If you took your nightly tub now, it wouldn’t be long before you fell asleep. Which would mean the baby would kick you awake in the predawn hours.
“No. Thank you, though. I don’t want to get ready for bed quite yet.”
An understanding hum rolled through the back of his throat. He put his pen down and pushed his chair away from his desk, making to stand. Setting the carefully folded onesie on top of the others, you reached into the basket, pulling out one that made you smile with soft fondness. It was black, with bright scribbles of blue and pink dancing in jagged designs across the fabric. It was an utter relief to you both that Jinx was just as excited about the baby. Given her traumatic past with siblings, you and Silco were initially nervous about sharing the news with her.
However, per usual, she surprised you with her reaction. When you had told her (being very mindful to repeat the fact that you and Silco would not love or cherish her any less), she tittered with excitement and fidgeted more than usual in Silco’s lap as she gazed at you with awe, her big, blue eyes tracking between your face and your (then, still unassuming) belly. Her small hands twitched and flexed, and she bit her lower lip.
“You can touch them,” you had chuckled. “But you won’t feel anything right now. Not yet.”
In a flash, Jinx’s hands were on your abdomen, inspecting.
“Gentle, Jinx,” Silco reminded.
She heeded his instruction, but her attention was fully on your stomach. Her small but dexterous hands padding over you in wonder.
“I’m the big sister,” she whispered, and both you and Silco shared a look over her head. She leaned in closer, lightly pressing her cheek to you. She wrapped her skinny arms around you and said, “I’ll never leave you. Okay? You can count on me.”
Your throat tightened and your eyes welled at her promise. Cursing your raging hormones, you pulled the girl into your chest for a tight hug. Once she was settled, you reach over her and pulled Silco into the embrace with a tug on his tie.
The soft, fuzzy sound of music flowing through Silco’s gramophone pulled you from your memory. Your head swiveled around to see him lift his hand away from the needle. He pivoted the sound horn just so before turning and walking over to you. Reaching out, he gestured for the onesie in your hands. You gave a quizzical look, but handed the garment over. Deftly folding it, he placed it on the pile and then held both hands out to you. Your eyes rolled and a playful scoff tsk’d behind your teeth. Nevertheless, you gripped his offered hands, and using your combined strength, hauled your massive, front-heavy form to its swollen feet.
You groaned as Silco steadied you, your skeleton adjusting and succumbing to the pull of gravity.
“I don’t know how good of a waltz partner I’ll be right now,” you sighed, waddling to the center of the office.
“Never fear, my lovely. I won’t hold it against you.”
Silco slid in behind you, nestling his front to your back. He wrapped his arms around you, but lower than usual. Before you could question it, his hands cupped the underside of your belly . . . and then hoisted up.
Janna’s sweet tits . . . the relief!!
It was immediate and euphoric. Your jaw dropped, head lulling back onto Silco’s shoulder. You were simultaneously melting and floating. The weight of your huge stomach being lifted off the aching and stretched cradle of your hip bones was heavenly. A long, loud, rattling groan tore through your mouth.
Silco chuckled. “Is that so?”
Weakly nodding against him, you matter-of-factly said, “If it wasn’t such a chore to get down and back up again, I get on my knees and blow you right now.”
A deeper laugh rumbled through his chest and he kissed your temple.
“Perhaps I can get a raincheck, then?”
A gooey smile, stupid with reprieve, spread across your face. You turned to look up towards your partner, and he was quick to kiss you. His lips were warm and firm against yours, just like his hands on your belly. Your and Silco’s lips molded seamlessly against one another; top and bottom lips taking turns puzzling against their neighbors. It was lovely, intimate, easeful, and unassuming. Giving him one last, lingering kiss on his scarred lip, your head lulled into the crook of his shoulder and neck. Silco readjusted his hold on your belly, and you both kept swaying to the music softly warbling through the office.
After a few minutes, the babe within you wriggled into a new position, punching, or kicking, across Silco’s wide hands. You felt his hold tighten and his chest swell. The fact that he was so quietly excited made your knees wobbly with adoration.
“They’re a good dancer,” you whispered. “Just like their dad.”
Silco huffed a small laugh and you were thrilled to see the color rise in his cheek out of the corner of your eye.
Before he could administer a witty retort, there were a series of thumps and mutterings above your heads. Then soft, shuffling scratches and mumbled thoughts traveled further through the ceiling. Both of your heads followed the noise, bodies gently turning in time with the sway of your feet, until you were both facing Silco’s desk.
From the rafters, you heard a small voice take a deep breath and whisper, “Okay . . . Three, two . . . one!”
Jinx leapt from her platform and tumbled onto Silco’s desk. Even though this was not a new behavior for the girl, what was new was the way your heart leapt in your throat, and the way you winced at her clumsy landing. A few times, you had read how a parents’ brain (especially the parent that carried the child) changed; how things that never used to bother or scare them suddenly mattered when it came to the safety of their little one.
You had expected it, but you were not looking forward to the ‘worrying’ part of parenthood – especially in a place like Zaun. Especially in the positions you and Silco held. Especially since Jinx did not seem to have any sense of self-preservation.
She dusted her knees off and leapt up. “I finished it!” She proclaimed, flourishing a large piece of white parchment with scribbles all over it.
“Oh? Let’s see then,” you said, awkwardly leading you and Silco toward the desk, making sure he still held up the weight of your bump.
Jinx flopped onto her seat on the desk’s top, kicking her gangly legs over the edge. Adjusting the paper in her hands, she thrust it forward proudly for inspection. Your heart swelled at the sight of it, and it was a weight you were glad to hold within your bosom.
For the past week, Jinx had been designing the baby’s room. What color it would be; where the furniture would go; what art she was going to put on the wall; where the toys would live; where she was going to keep a sleeping bag and pillow in case she and the baby decided to have a slumber party.
Excitedly, loudly, and quickly, Jinx began to take both you and Silco through each detail she had laid out. You listened attentively, still weaving to the music.
“And this is where his toys will be stored . . . over here is his dresser . . . this is his changing table. I’m still trying to figure out how to create a super-sealed-smelly bin in case his diapers are extra stinky . . . “
As beautiful and sweet as it was, your heart couldn’t help but tap a little nervously as Jinx went on about ‘his this’ and ‘he that’. You weren’t sure what the sex of the baby would be – and you, annoyingly, felt like you never got a good, motherly sense of it. Somedays you were certain it was a boy; then a few days later, it felt like it could be a girl; then you wouldn’t be sure at all. Regardless, you both had tried over the last several months to temper Jinx’s insistence that she would be having a brother. But she wouldn’t hear it.
“I don’t want another sister!” she would cry, stomping her feet.
Of course, you and Silco would be happy with either, or whoever the baby turned out to be. But you were quietly hoping that Jinx would get the brother she was expecting.
As she continued explaining the sorting system of the dresser, a knock came at the office door. All three of you paused, Jinx’s face falling into an aggravated expression at being interrupted. Silco guided you both to turn toward the door.
“Come in.”
At this time of day, it could be only one person; and, indeed, Sevika let herself into the office. She froze at the sight before her. It wasn’t new per say – this domestic scene – but it clearly wasn’t one she was getting used to. She huffed and closed the door behind her.
“We have an issue,” she said, stepping forward.
Again, you felt the pads of Silco’s fingers press more firmly against your bump. Whether he was conscious of the way his arms stiffened to pull you closer, you weren’t sure. It made your heart melt regardless.
“An issue that you cannot sort on your own?” he asked. You could hear by his tone that he was sneering at her. As your due date grew nearer, Silco had made an effort to delegate as many tasks as he could so he could be close.
“I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” Sevika replied, barely keeping her temper in check. “Marcus is on his way. About that Councilor’s kid OD-ing on Shimmer.”
A gruff sigh passed through Silco’s lips. He rolled his eyes and said, “Very well. Go get the VIP booth in the mezzanine ready. I’ll be there shortly.”
Since you had become pregnant, Silco no longer took meetings in his office. It didn’t quite make sense, since it was not a secret that you two were expecting. But it seemed to bring him some modicum of peace, so you hadn’t questioned it.
“Good night, Sevika,” you called as she turned to leave.
She nodded and half-heartedly waved a hand in your direction before leaving and closing the door. Silco let out a gentler, more forlorn sigh once she was gone.
“I’m sorry, my lovelies,” he said, addressing you, Jinx, and the baby, you realized, as his hands gently caressed your bump. “Duty calls, unfortunately.”
“No!” Jinx cried. “I wasn’t done showing you his room!”
She brandished the blue print at him, her blue eyes going big and watery.
“I know, child,” he cooed, leaning his head toward her. “I would love to see and hear the rest if I am finished before your bedtime. If not tonight, tomorrow over breakfast. Agreeable?”
Jinx’s shoulders and lower lip slumped forward, but she nodded.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Silco whispered against your temple before planting a kiss there. Your daughter was already laying on the guilt pretty thick, so you restrained your reaction and merely nodded in understanding.
“Ready?” he asked, indicating his hold on you.
Something between a whine and groan pealed out of your throat at the thought of being saddled with the weight of your giant belly again. You began to nod, but Jinx jumped off the desk with renewed excitement.
“Let me! Let me! I can do it!”
She jockeyed in next to Silco, awkwardly wrapping her arms around you.
Your partner’s soft chuckle vibrated through your chest, and he said, “Come stand over here, Jinx . . .”
You stood dutifully still as Silco patiently guided Jinx into the correct stance, placing her arms and hands appropriately and instructing her to widen her feet to accommodate her shorter height.
“Ready? I’m going to let go. Don’t drop them.”
“I won’t! I won’t! I can do it!”
You felt Silco’s hands and arms recede, transferring the weight of you and the babe to Jinx. A small laugh escaped you as you felt the small girl behind you squeak and brace herself. To her credit, she did manage to keep your womb off your hips.
“Oh my gosh! Why is he so heavy?” Jinx exclaimed.
“You’re doing wonderfully, Jinx,” Silco applauded as he rounded you both.
He brought a hand up to your face and held it against your cheek, looking you in the eye earnestly.
“I am sorry.”
You leaned into his hand and shrugged, as you and Jinx began to sway to the music again.
“You can make it up to me later,” you said coquettishly.
That sliver of a smile that was reserved only for you (and now Jinx. And soon, baby) cut across Silco’s lips. He leaned forward and kissed you.
“Good luck,” you said as he broke away. “Give Marcus my best.”
Silco rolled his eyes, ocean and fire flicking up to the ceiling. He reluctantly took his hand from your cheek and strode for the office door.
“Give him hell!” Jinx grunted from behind you.
You laughed, patting her hands with yours. Silco did not respond, but you saw his shoulders quake with amusement as the door closed behind him.
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maidenztearz · 6 months
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The way Silco's foundation doesn't match his complexion doesn't leave my head
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moonlightshaiku · 8 months
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Kissing Silco
I'm so inbetween on Silco? Like I love soft, gentle and kind Silco. I feel like he's such a diverse character. In some story lines, he's in character being gentle. In some, he's in character being rough and passionate.
One thing I've never seen talked about, though, that seems 100% Silco? Messy.
His kisses are loving, his kisses are harsh. But they're also desperate.
He hasn't had anything for so long, he's going to take all he can get, all at once. Saliva, teeth, groaning, all of it.
Most of the time it's not even sexual. Just a simple kiss will have your hair a mess and clothes wrinkled.
He's basically just a puppy really excited about his plate of wet food.
"Silco," you huff inbetween kisses, your hand pushing on his chest. It's a miracle you can talk, with how little you've been breathing. You grimace at the thin string of saliva that stretches between the two of you, rubbing at your mouth.
Silco's lips glisten.
You hate to use the almost scolding tone, but fuck, Thieram is going to assume Silco shot you if you don't book it downstairs soon.
His eyebrow raises, and you marvel at his put-together appearance. The only thing that's off are his reddened lips.
Next time you're fucking up his hair.
"My shift is over in a few minutes, okay? I'll be up then." You're still breathing hard, Silco's pretending not to.
He pulls you in by the back of your neck, pressing his lips to yours. If it weren't for the sweetness of it, you'd think he was being defiant.
"Alright," He rumbles out, aquiesent. "I will wait."
He tastes of his bourbon, strong and woody.
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grugruel · 6 months
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The Game
Pairing: Silco x f!reader
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Summary: You and Silco like to keep things interesting by playing a game. Its your turn now, heat flares and tempers rise.
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings: Established relationship, hints of smut, brief choking, mentioned degrading, tension? Elutions to sub!dom!silco towards the end.
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I throw the doors to The Last Drop open, making my grand entrance.
Smoke billows out through the opening, it curls around my vision as it mixes with the impure air of Zaun and all heads in the club turn toward me.
An uscher of whispers rumble through the crowd and the music suddenly halts. A mans low whistle can be heard ringing out through the crowd, aswell as the consequent "ow" and "hush" as the man next to him elbows him in the side, giving him a stern look in warning.
I was off limits to everyone but one man, and that was considered common knowledge in Zaun.
I take a step inside, smiling devilishly, approving of the general public reaction.
I let the doors slam shut behind me, welcoming the familiar embrace of the murky, green tinted darkness of the club as it envelopes me. I gaze around the room, searching for him.
I am counting on him to be in his office already, as It was a crucial part of my plan for dramatic effect. And when married to a man like him, one couldnt help but look for him in every room you enter.
All that im met with though, is an array of mixed emotions, smiles, glances and a bunch of wide eyed men and women. The crowd was divided between those who, had they not know was good for them, would hollar and applaud my confidence or those who would be scared half to death and couldnt even dare throw a glance my way.
Most bastards, however. Had already let their slack-jawed chins hit the floor at the first sight of me, and oh . . . was I a vision to behold.
Everyone already knew who I was of course, my antics were not news to them, neither were the fact that I am wife to the infamouse Eye of Zaun.
So to explain the situation, Silco and I ha'd been playing a fun little game for some time, just to spice things up. We set two rules of outmost importance, no matter what, we had to follow them.
1. Prizes asked for must be given.
2. Revenge is always permitted.
Meaning whoever manages to outdo the others previous actions in boldness, audacity, mischief etc, wins whatever prize they desire from the other and whatever we did to challenge the other, we could always retaliate however we wanted and those asks had to be met
Usually when it was Silcos turn, he'd experiment, try something new, take me in the hall, in an alley, where anyone could see. Just for the thrill if it, because we can, because who would question him?
But as of late, work has been stressing him and hes been using me. He makes a public display out of me, showing everyone just who I belong to. A power play, of course, reinforcing his claim on me and putting on a show of his brazen nature as for Zaun not to forget who he is.
And he'd do it all with a ravenous gleam in his eye, enjoying every second of my embaressment. But god help any man who makes a remark or even looks at you the wrong way.
And since he has a reputation to uphold, an image to keep clean, being the crimeboss that he is, I had never been allowed to play our game in any type of crowded setting. He needed to be respected and more imporantly, feared. Meaning he could not be put into conpromising positions publicly. Privately was a whole nother situation.
But today, that would be coming to an end. I'd been forced to accept the situation since this whole thing came about, but he needed a reminder of who he married. Although I do not have as important of a position as him, my life did not begin when we married. I was someone before him and I am my own person still.
Blinded by love, and lust. I've let him do whatever he wants to me and although that can be a welcome notion betwix the sheets, it is not when he needs to make an example of someone, not anymore.
Sevika stood leaned against the stairrailings, watching my plan unfold, eyes wide. She sprung into action, ripping the jacket off the shoulders from the unsuspecting man next to her and rushes to cover me up.
She knows you're not the kind of woman who listens to anyone who tells you what to do, with the exception being Silco. And knowing she'd get hell from the man himself if she did anything else than try, she tries.
I reject the jacket of course, gently pushing her away from me. I clasp my hands behind me back and walk slowly towards the bar with her shadowing closely behind me in hope of hiding something from the crowd.
She lowers her head to my height, leaning closer to my ear, a shudder runs through me "He wont be happy" she snarles.
"I know" I answer nonchalantly. And a ghost of a smile flashes over her lips as she shakes her head and turns around, sighing.
I sit down on one of the stools by the bar, watching her as she makes her way upstairs. I order a whiskey and take a look around the room once again, noting all the stares.
"Cmon folks, he'll be down in a minute and you know better than to stare. Get back to it." I say in a low chuckle and they do just that, knowing the truth of my words.
Minutes later Sevika comes back down, she throws me a warning glance that tells me "not in the mood" and a new feeling begins to fester within me, uncertainty. I already knew he'd be cross when I schemed my little plan up, that was foreseen. But now?
I had no time to think of the consequences, because another set of footsteps could be heard a few paces behind her, slow and deliberate. He was already punishing me and I've yet to lay my eyes on him. My stumache flitters despite myself, longing to see how this plays out. Turbulence was to be excpected, but the rewards would be gratifying.
The crowd seems to have heard the destinctive sounds of Silcos footsteps aswell, as their attention turn toward the stairs.
Through the gloom of the lowly lit, smoke filled room, the glowing red of his cigar lights up his features, giving an earie glow to his eye. He looks mightly unimpressed, inhaling a puff of smoke his eyes scan the crowd, eventually settling on my form. Clad in nothing more than the crimson red lingerie that he bought me. He was already incredibly annoyed that you would compromise him like this, but seeing you in the set that he stressed were for his eyes only truly set him ablaze on the inside.
I swiwel the barstool so that I face him completley, the bartender slides my drink toward me and I grab it as I lean back against the bar, forearms supporting me. A pleased expressions washes over my face, this was a serious matter. But I should gloat whilst I still can.
He glares at me for a minute, the club is so silent you could hear peoples breathing, very shallow, careful breaths as they try to avoid catching his attention and possibly turning his displeasure onto themselves.
He takes in my appearance, looking me up and down. Sevika had not known the ordeal of this specific set of lingerie, so she had not conveyed its importance to him.
His patience usually wears thin, but seeing me in the lingerie he clearly told me were for him makes his blood boil.
Turbulence stirs within him, feeling incredible annoyance at your clear disobediance, but also a tinge of impatience to punish you especially since you did look brutally ravishing.
And as if his hair sences his stress, a greying strand of his magnificent hair falls over his eye. He sighs deeply, gathering himself before taking action, he catches the runaway strand by combing his free hand through his hair, placing it perfectly back with the rest.
He moves the hand holding his cigar, wafting it back and forth dismissively as he turns toward the people, adressing them "Avert you eyes ladies and gentlemen, that is my wife." he orders.
"Go ahead, leave, scram, flee." He makes a dramatic shooing gesture and announciates the last word, then taking another drag of his cigar.
He turns to Sevika "Make sure they understand that they did not see anything, then leave you too. No one is to be let in." she nods and posts herself by the door.
The people flock toward the exit, creating a bottleneck effect. Carefully, eagerly even, they follow Silcos directions reinforced by Sevika. They did not need to be told twice, they had already forcibly forgotten the incident and had no intention on stickning around to challenge his temper.
As the last of the crowd have left and the doors slam shut behind Sevika, its only the two of us left, so I stand to make my way to him.
"Stay." Silco says coldly, eyes snapping to me. A shiver runs through my body, I sit back down, crossing my legs, anticipation lining my senses as I smile at him.
We hold eachothers gaze "I missed you" I say.
"So I see" he responds, striding closer, one painstakingly slow step at a time and when hes finally close enough to touch I reach out to him, taking the lining of his tie between my fingers, softly tracing it down his chest, stopping at his vest button to undo it.
He snatches my wrist, holding it closer to him, inhaling the scent of my perfume, loving the way it mixes with the cigar smoke. He kisses my wrist before pinning it to the bar-counter behind me.
Not so easily discouraged, I lean closer to him in an atempt to steal a kiss off of those ruthless lips. I let my eyes fall shut and lean further in until I feel his breath on my skin as I've done so many times before. Heat flashes through me as I imagine the taste of him being less than a mere second away, but my expectations fall short as im met by the the savour of his cigar instead.
"Tsk tsk tsk" he shakes his head "Surely you wouldnt dream it to be this easy my dear?" His tone mocking.
I scoff in pretend defeat as I take the cigar from him, taking a drag and leaning back against the counter again. "I was only teaching you a lesson, husband." I sigh.
"Oh" he exclaims, his demeanor unclear. A mix of entertainment and frustration evidens in his voice "You're teaching me a lesson hmm?" His gaze hardens and an frustrated smile forms on his lips as he awaits my response.
"Naturally."
A gleam of irritation lights in his eye, he takes the whiskey from my hand, studying it carefully as if planning his next move. He takes a slow sip, "So.." he begins, carefully phrasing his words, "Would you like to tell me how come? Because frankly, my dear. Im at a loss here." Agitation evident in his tone.
"Truly?" I question, not sure if he actually wants me to answer that. "I love this little game of ours, it can be... Oh so thrilling" I sigh in reminiscence, thinking back to past adventurez when we've enjoyed eachothers rueful challenges.
"But I do not enjoy to be used as someones puppet, not even yours. You've turned this wonderful game of ours into a show of your power, using me. So, I wanted to teach you a lesson." I repeated myself, nonchalantly.
His gaze bores into my own, furious at your choice of handling the situation, but even more so because theres truth in your words. "I have a reputation." He spits the last word, "How will I be respected if I cannot controll my own woman?" He asks, frustrated.
I sneer, "You forget yourself Silco." Theres venom in my tone, "I may not be known as "The Industrialist" but I have a reputation of my own and it is time I reminded you of it. Zaun will not respect you more for treating me like shit, and your blatant audacity to feel bad for yourself is sickening." I state coldly, and he knows your right, yet he cannot help how your words irk him. His face burns hot with shame.
"Ive let you degrade me in front of thousands of people, just for you to earn your power." I spit back.
"But truth be told, husband. Youre not a king, nor a god, and people will understand that you cannot control me. Ive never been know as conceded woman and I believe I have made that clear today." I fix my gaze sternly on his, making sure hes understood. He glares back, nodding.
Certain hes seen my point, I ease up. Work has taken a toll on him as of late, thats not his fault, but how he chose to counteract it is.
I lean forward again, softening my gaze as I carefully stroke his scar and whisper "You might have chosen me as your bride, but I also chose you, you know."
He sighs, closing his eyes, the anger melting away from him as he remebers you when you first met, and thinks of the woman before him now. Hes loved every version of you that hes had to pleasure to know and hes been incredibly stupid to put you in such positions for his own gain, he will simply find others to make examples of. He meets your gaze again, defeated "Im afraid my dear girl, that you're right, my behavior towards you have been appaling. You win, this time." A releaved expression covers my face as I've gotten my point across.
"However," he says soflty placing both hands on either side of my face, cupping it "That wont stop me from earning my retribution, game rules." He points out, pressing a soft kiss to my lips as a hand slides one hand to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair, earning him a moan from me.
He strokes my cheek gently with the back of his free hand, then tracing his index finger along my jaw and ending it with a tap at the sharpest point under my ear, "Everything." He says concurrently with the tap.
He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear before continuing to trace his finger down my neck, following it with his gaze, he grabs my throat, squeezing lightly as he carefully yamks me closer to him, making me gasp, "Has." he punctuates, finger tapping again, this time on my artery.
He lets go of my throat an continues to trace his finger outward along my collarbone, stopping at my shoulder, "A." He taps again. Silent anticipation linger between us, as I wonder where this'll end.
He takes the crimson brastrap between his fingers, slowly sliding it off my shoulder as he traces it down to the cup, "Price." He ends, the tension between us culminating, as he taps one last time at the soft flesh of my breast.%I shiver runs along my spine, I lean into again, his lips a ghost on mine.
"Naturally" I whisper against his lips, feeling him smile.
His hands continue downward, coming to a stop at my hips, holding me in place as if I'd ever wish to be anywhere else and melting me completely with his sudden tenderness. But his grip hardens, ready to take what is his. And as much as I would love just that, I was not done and he knew it.
"But, I've yet to claim my price. Game rules." I state, he steps back, knowing that he has to abide by the rules. His eyes shift to mine, pleading and lust battling for controll. "Cruel, cruel woman" he whimpers.
One side of him is itching to do whatever he wants to you and the other begging for you to let him touch you. And you're about to make him beg for it.
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mmartos · 1 year
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I’m curious to know what YOU think Silco’s kinks are? Any secret fantasies? What gets that old man going? 👀
Just got possessed by the sudden urge to answer this in extreme detail so buckle up pals (ft. gn!reader)
Silco NSFW Headcanons
Disclaimer: I swear I’m not projecting. Hand on my heart. Other hand on the bible. Totally unbiased answers here 🤞🏼
So I was originally on Team That-Old-Man-Would-Not-Fuck-Like-That, but after a very in-depth discussion with my dear wife (ty @cherryrehab), we surmised that this old man would, indeed, Fuck Like That.
High stress + adrenaline job = high sex drive. Who woulda thunk
Dom top (noting that yes, I’m aware of the difference between dom/sub + top/bottom). I personally hc Silco as bi (again, not projecting at all…), but due to his trauma and immense trust issues, I think he would have a lot of trouble handing the reins to someone else. Even if he would enjoy it, I see it as more of a mental block for him.
If it’s with someone he really trusts tho, I could see him subbing or bottoming, but not both at the same time (and even then it’s once in a blue moon)
and ik u said kinks but I’m just gonna cover the whole field lmao
No way bro doesn’t frequent the brothels. Not every day — he’s a busy man — but he would absolutely pay them a visit when the stress hits boiling point and his hand won’t do the trick 🤷🏻‍♀️
In these scenarios, I think it’s a quick ‘done and dusted’ thing. He’s not dumb, he knows he’s paying for something physical, not emotional, so for him it would be about getting his fix and his money’s worth. I don’t think he’d go over the top with bruising/biting/marking here, but it’s absolutely an outlet for him. You can bet he leaves a generous tip every time tho
If it’s a casual ‘no strings attached’ thing, maybe with a secret fling that frequents the club or an employee, which is very much kept on the DL, he would take his time a bit more. Indulge in more kinks, take his time with foreplay.
He would learn their tells, what gets them going. Is it his voice? Hands? Mannerisms? He’d figure it out pretty quickly, and you can bet he’d wield it as lethally as he wields his knife.
Silco also likes holding all the cards. He knows in order to gain power, the fruits of one’s labour cannot be one-sided. For this reason he takes the time to ensure his partner’s enjoyment as well. Their pleasure is his pleasure, and to have them reduced to a desperate mess, only capable of crying his name, is for sure a power trip for him.
Now, if it’s a partner he cares for? That’s a different story. Same as the above point, but 1000% more intense (both physically and emotionally).
First of all, it wouldn’t start like that. He’d see it as something casual in the beginning. And even when he does begin to catch feelings, our boy is way too emotionally constipated to even realise, let alone acknowledge it.
It probably comes on slowly. He finds himself being more gentle during sex; softer touches, gentle kisses, reassuring words. His partner would probably piece it together before he does, and if they mention it to him he’d just 👁👄🔴
fast-forward cos this isn’t a fic lmao In a committed relationship, he would still let his feral side loose. It would be even more unhinged, now that boundaries and preferences have been discussed in-depth.
I’m also switching to 2nd person cos ik we’re all just a bunch of self-indulgent simps here <3
Now onto the kinks lmao
He isn’t jealous so much as he is possessive. If someone is flirting with you, he’s not gonna plonk down the stairs like a little kid and demand they stop touching his things. He will give them the evil eye tho, but he knows your heart is heart is firmly in his hands. It took him a while to convince himself of this. He’s secretly terrified that you’ll find someone better, not that he’d ever admit it.
But if he’s feeling particularly possessive, he will put a hand on your waist and give the person flirting a glare that chills their blood.
If they lay a hand on you tho? That’s a different story. Now he’ll intervene. Not violently, but more like a monster emerging from the shadows. He’s like a slow-acting poison. By the time his victims realise they’re fucked, it’s too late.
He also loves whispering filth to you in public. Makes you blush for his sick enjoyment. Will tell you exactly how he plans to bend you over his desk later, so you’re stuck with horny brain fog all day.
Back to the jealousy thing. Like I said, he’s not gonna be immature about it, but he will absolutely remind you exactly who you belong to behind closed doors. It’s in these situations that the beast truly gets unleashed.
He’s for sure into bdsm. Having you tied up beneath him (bonus points for being gagged and blindfolded) never fails to get him going.
Edging and orgasm denial pair together with the above like an expensive cheese and fine wine.
He’s big into marking too. Bruises and bite marks are his tools, and you’re his canvas. He will mark you up so there’s no question about who you belong to. And as much as you love it, there are times when you need to cover them up, for professional reasons. Cue pouty kingpin. He worked so hard, why are you covering them up :((( never mind he’ll just leave more right before you leave
We’ve seen those hands. Them’s some long fingers. He knows exactly how to use ‘em 👀 Plus he’d be obsessed with putting his hands all over you. Around your waist, on your thigh, on the small of you back while you’re walking together 🥰 aaand around your neck, in your hair, pressing into your hips 😈
Such a tease. Will taunt you with whispered words and fleeting touches all day long. Then he plays dumb when you beg him to fuck you.
Logically, teasing him should be fair game, right? Wrong. Loves when you wear something special for him, but if you dress down when he knows you know that he can’t do a thing about it for hours… both your dignity and whatever you wore are gonna be in tatters by the time he’s done with you.
And if you tease him by giving someone else attention? Be prepared for a very long night. He won’t stop until his is the only name you know.
Loves when you know your place. He’s big into titles: sir, daddy, etc.
Sometimes he just won’t leave his desk, no matter how late it is or how much you tempt him. It’s moments like these you drop a softly whispered ‘please, daddy’, and you’re being dragged into bed before you know it.
A sensual ‘yes sir’ works too, if you want to speedrun getting his dick hard.
This man does not shut the fuck up. Ever. He talks so smug during sex. You’d slap him if you weren’t so turned on and if your hands weren’t tied up
On the flip-side, he’s also into name calling. Loves degrading you. ‘Whore, desperate, filthy, pathetic’, etc. are some of his faves. During softer moments though, he’ll opt for ‘beautiful, handsome, perfect, gorgeous, stunning’. Throws ‘darling, sweetheart, my love, lovely’ around in both scenarios tho.
S+ tier head game. If you can walk by the time he’s done, best believe he’s pulling you back down for round 2 or 10
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. That man gives head like it’s the last god damn supper.
He has a god complex. Nothing improves his mood (or strokes his ego) more than you sucking him off under the desk.
Really enjoys getting head while smoking a cigar. It’s his little treat <3
He will also never get enough of hearing you scream/cry/moan his name over and over. Makes him feel so powerful.
He’s into knife play. It’s where things get more intense, even for him. It’s more of a control thing; he likes to run the blade tip over your body, press the flat of it against your neck. He’d even fuck you with the handle if you were into it.
In the heat of the moment he starts talking about carving his name into you. He wouldn’t do so without express permission, but if you did ever say yes…
Loves bending you over the desk, or when you ride him in his chair. Again, total power trip. Anywhere in the Last Drop is fair game tbh — it’s his bar, after all.
For the titty havers: they’re like a magnet for his teeth. Will never not bite them. Sucks those fuckers raw, bites the underside, leaves bruises, and doesn’t stop until your hand’s in his hair, tugging him back because fuck, you’re too sensitive now.
That’s when he switches things up and soothes every red spot with his tongue, and you decide to let him stay there a while longer.
And for the titty haven’t-ers, he’s still gonna be on them nips.
He’s just a biter in general and that chip in his teeth ain’t just for show
Have you guys had an argument? Are you annoyed at him? Do you wanna sit down and talk it out like mature adults? lmao, good fkn luck mate. He’s gonna slut his way out of an argument 🤷🏻‍♀️ Tell me I’m wrong.
You approach him to settle things, ready to stand your ground— wait why is he looking at you like that? He’s coming closer, too close, his finger is lifting your chin, he’s speaking in that horribly divine low tone, his lips are on your neck, hands on your waist…
Next thing you know, you’re lying in bed and staring at the ceiling after several mind-blowing orgasms and…… what were you mad about again?
Fucks his anger out. Get ready to be an outlet. Like I said before, high stress ➡️ high sex drive.
After a particularly shitty day or overcomplicated meeting, he needs to get that rage out. This is the only time he’ll prioritise his pleasure. Very rough. Very degrading. If you ever tease him when he’s like this, then that is a mistake you make precisely once (he will, of course, make sure you’re satisfied once he’s done tho).
Traffic light system always in use (green = all good, orange = slow down/pause, red = immediate stop). He would die before he didn’t listen to you here (and, of course, it goes both ways. You check in with him too).
Aftercare king. No one will ever change my mind about this. The harder he went with you, the more meticulous his aftercare is. Kisses every mark, does not stop complimenting you. ‘You were wonderful, you were perfect, you did so well, I’m so proud of you,’ after every kiss.
And whatever you need afterwards, he’s on it. Loves bathing you when you’re done. Cleans every inch of your skin like you’re a statue in a holy temple. You could just melt into him <3
If you’re too spent, he’ll still grab a towel and clean you up. Makes sure you’re hydrated and fed, too (you have to remind him to do the same). And unless it’s really warm, he insists you wear one of his shirts to bed after.
Curls up with you and holds you like glass. You’re always knocked out in record time, but he likes to stay awake for a bit longer and keep whispering sweet nothings, thanking you, kissing your hair, stroking your cheek. Then you nuzzle closer to him in your sleep and his heart just explodes.
Packing at least 8 inches. We’ve all seen episode three. Argue with the wall.
He’s also really into @insult-2-injury’s nasty smelly feet but don’t tell him I tol— ohfuckohno he’s in my kitchen
btw, big ol’ thank you to @ihatesilco for the ‘getting out of an argument’ and ‘falling for his casual fling’ ideas. There’s basically an entire fic in our DMs 💀 ty for always enabling my simping 💕
And now, time for some shameless fic plugs 😎
Silco slutting his way out of an argument
Teasing Silco gone wrong
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silcoitus · 5 months
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Bricked Up
Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI
Silco x f!reader, Smut, reader is stuck in a wall, blowjob, fingering (female receiving), sex as payment,
Word count: 4.4k
Based on this gorgeous art by @ivyunleashed
No betas, we die like reader's dignity
After managing to escape a group of Firelights, you find yourself stuck. In a wall, to be precise. And who is it that finds you in such a vulnerable position but your boss, Silco?
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A/N: If there's enough interest, I've certainly left it open for a part two. Maybe some hurt/comfort for Reader's cuts? And some Silco cock with prolonged eye contact???
I wrote a part 2!
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ink-and-dagger · 1 year
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imagine silco wakes up with a huge ass boner in the middle of the night but his so is sleeping very tight. he feels bad waking them up but he can’t resist so he starts acting like a horny teenager, kissing their lover’s back and humping over their ass and…and…….sorry….
Never apologise for putting the words ‘Silco’ and ‘humping’ in the same sentence. One hotdog and a vanilla milkshake coming right up! 😘🌭
Stuck in a rutt
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Silco x Reader || Silco POV || Established Relationship || NSFW || MDNI || Buttjob || Soft sleepy sexytimes|| Weary old man just wants boner to go away so he can get some sleep please god || Wc: 1.5K
Reader is gender neutral. No pronouns or anatomical descriptions used.
Thank you @insult-2-injury for beta-ing and to @sweatandwoe & @astudyincontrasts for early feedback 🖤
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Fuck Midjourney. Fuck OpenAI. And fuck Tumblr for selling out.
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sub-tonik · 3 months
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Stolen Moments
You chose the perfect moment to knock on Silco's office door, finding him in a rare lull between his ceaseless duties.
Pairing: Silco x gn!reader
Words: ~2.3k
Content: mostly fluff, suggestive, some power dynamics, newly established relationship, slow burn, not explicit but i'm gunna say nsfw-ish just to be safe (18+, MDNI)
A/N: Its been a long long while since I've written anything. IDK what I'm doing but I'm doing it.
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“Yes?” Silco's calls out with a hint of weariness, a frown creasing his brow as he anticipates yet another demand on his precious time. The knock on his door came right as the Zaunite leader had pulled a cigar out to enjoy before his next appointment and he was looking forward to a few rare moments of silence to gather his thoughts.
Standing on the other side of the door to his sanctuary, you smirk just before peeking your head in with a small "Hi." Sevika had warned you that he was in a 'mood' before you wandered into The Last Drop, and you hoped to bring him some relief, even if it was temporary.
Any hint of annoyance immediately melts away as his eyes meet yours — a low hum of pleasure escaping him as he waves you in, the freshly rolled tobacco still in hand. You slid into the chamber dressed in your usual attire, albeit with some extra flair... and you sensed that he noticed, just as you hoped he would.
"My little Dove," he purrs affectionately. The nickname sparks a fluttering sensation in your chest. You find yourself momentarily flustered, a light blush tinting your cheeks as you shift ever so slightly under his intense stare. The term manages to stir both a sense of closeness and shyness within you. The Eye of Zaun's gaze then sweeps over you, a mix of appraisal and undisguised interest. His eyes, sharp and calculating, soften momentarily as they trace the contours of your figure, hinting at thoughts kept carefully concealed. "What impeccable timing you have," he adds. His words linger in the air, filled with an unspoken understanding.
You beam at him, a soft chuckle escaping your lips bashfully. "I had a feeling you might be happy to see me." Your steps echo softly as you wander further into the room, your curious eyes scanning the various objects around his office. Each visit reveals something new, offering intriguing insights into the man across the room.
"Indeed, I am — I must admit, it’s not often that someone seeks my company without an agenda. Your presence is more appreciated than you might realize." He leans back in his chair, his orange eye glinting as he watches you intently. "Though my time is a luxury today. Come, let us make it count,” Silco says, his voice a blend of authority with an underlying warmth, instructing you to share in his moment of rest with a sense of urgency.
... And you are more than happy to acquiesce.
With a playful skip, you move around his desk, intending to perch on the corner, careful not to disturb any papers. Before you can settle, Silco reaches out, his fingers wrapping gently but firmly around your wrist. His touch, unexpectedly warm, sends a ripple of excitement through you as he guides you into his lap, his lips crashing into yours with need. You hum in bliss, your hand caressing the edge of his jaw, fingers weaving carefully through his hair, mindful not to dishevel it too much. Under your touch, the Industrialist's shoulders drop, tension melting away — his concerns, momentarily forgotten.
As you both part, Silco reaches for his lighter with deliberate slowness, his movements precise and practiced before spinning his chair to face the large, round window, its eerie green light casting long, undulating shadows across the room. The outside world vanishes, leaving just the two of you in this secluded, spectral sphere -- hiding you from any unexpected intrusions.
"Now, to what do I owe this pleasure, my Dove?" He rumbles, resting his cigar between his chipped teeth, looking up at you with that familiar, two-tone stare.
"I was in the area and... Well, I just wanted to see you,” you admit, the words sheepish yet sincere. “I know you're swamped, but...” Your voice trails off, leaving the sentiment hanging in the air, simple yet profound.
Silco raises a hand, acknowledging and waving away any concerns you might have. “This time, these moments – they’re yours,” he asserts, his tone softening. “Even if it’s just a fleeting respite from the chaos outside, they belong to us.” His words, both reassuring and commanding, further quell your concerns. You savor these rare, quiet interludes, and you're grateful that he does too.
As Silco returns his attention to the cigar, the flicker of his lighter momentarily casts a dancing glow on his face. The flame illuminates the rugged contours of his features, etching shadows that play across his scarred visage. His expression, usually so composed and unreadable, softens in the dim light, revealing a rare vulnerability.
You lean in closer, drawn irresistibly to the dichotomy presented by his hardened exterior and the fleeting glimpses of something more beneath. Each line on his face, each subtle shift in his expression, speaks to a life of resilience and unspoken trials. The green hue of the room bathes him in an almost ethereal light, accentuating the unique blend of strength and weariness that he embodies.
Silco, seemingly aware of your gaze, meets your eyes for a moment. In that brief exchange, a silent conversation unfolds. His eyes, a deep well of uncharted emotions, flicker with a blend of curiosity, caution, and a hint of something warmer. It is a look that speaks of battles fought, both outside and within, and of a guarded heart cautiously navigating the perils of intimacy.
The smoke from his cigar begins to curl upwards, weaving through the air like a sinuous dance. It adds a layer of mystique to the already charged atmosphere, a tangible reminder of the complexities surrounding both of you. Yet, in this shared space, surrounded by the spectral light and the quiet hum of the city beyond, there's a sense of peace.
Your fingers itch to trace the lines of his story, to explore the depths of his character that so few get to see. Throughout this cautious dance of intimacy, you've learned to tread gently, aware that delving too deep too quickly could fray the delicate threads of trust you've painstakingly woven between you. In this moment, under the interplay of light and shadow, you see not just the leader of Zaun, but the man behind the title — enigmatic, profound, and irresistibly human.
Captivated and unable to resist further, you gently trace the scar around his left eye, your touch tender and inquisitive.
"What?" he asks, one brow arching above his sea-foam eye, a hint of suspicion in his tone at the attention being paid to the other.
A pause hangs between you as you ponder your next words. "... You're beautiful," the words escape your lips in a whisper, almost hesitant. You watch as they land on him, seeing the way his eyes widen imperceptibly, a crack in his usual stoic armor.
Silco’s response is a momentary silence, a rare loss for words, before a quiet, almost incredulous chuckle escapes him -- as if to deflect the tender compliment. “That’s a first,” he murmurs, a note of surprise coloring his tone as his eyes scrutinize yours for any hint of insincerity or taunting. But he finds none... just your genuine touch, continuing its exploration in silence.
... He quickly realizes that you mean it, and that unexpected honesty catches him off guard, stirring a tempest of emotions within the hardened leader.
As you pull your hand away, Silco's chest tightens, a storm of conflicting feelings swirling inside. His gaze lingers on you, seeking anchorage in the present amid the tumult of his thoughts. To buy time, he takes a slow, deliberate draw from his cigar, the smoke curling around you both as he processes…
The l u s t -- For the stunning creature in front of him that he snared in his web.
... And an adoration for your willingness to stay that way.
A drop of guilt ... For coveting such a soul like yours.
... But also, an unyielding resolve to never let you go.
The FEAR... For what could be l o s t if he wasn't careful.
... Yet hope for what could be if he was.
Above all, honor — for your choice to be with him, accepting all that he is ...and all that he is not.
Every. Single. Time... So far, anyway.
These emotions swirl within him, a maelstrom of desire, fear, and awe. But then, with a subtle exhale, he releases the smoke, along with the knot of thoughts threatening to draw him away from this moment of connection.
Your face starts to fall, worried you've overstepped, and you part your lips to apologize. But before you can speak, Silco wraps his arm around you, pulling you deeper into his lap.
"You're too pure for this world," he whispers, the warmth of his breath against your skin. His hold tightens, a gesture not just of possession but of deep care. "But don't worry, my Dove," he adds, a sly smirk playing across his lips as he gently rocks his hips, his growing affection evident against you, "...I'll take care of that."
His voice is murmur, a blend of mischief and promise. The intensity in his gaze suggests a longing that goes beyond this stolen moment, restrained only by the call of duty.
And as if on cue, a knock ripples through the tranquility of the office, serving as both a reminder and an interruption. "Boss, your next appointment is ready," Sevika announces from the outside world, her tone carrying the weight of his responsibilities.
A flash of disappointment crosses your face, mirrored subtly in the mismatched eyes that watch you. Silco catches it, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "… Tell them I'll need a few more minutes," he responds, his voice smooth yet firm as he takes another draw from his cigar. The unspoken words hang in the air between you with the smoke that was slowly dissipating — if not for these duties that bind him, this moment would have stretched into something more.
Sevika's footsteps retreat in silent acknowledgement, granting you both a brief extension of your private world. "A few stolen moments are all we have sometimes," he says softly, the usual hardness in his eyes giving way to a tender sincerity.
You let loose a soft sigh, resisting yet ultimately accepting of the situation. "I'll take whatever I can get," you breath, careful to not disturb the moment too much. His hand, warm against your back, pulls you a fraction closer and you lean forward to rest your forehead against his in quiet gratitude for another few beats.
You can feel the Zaunite shift as the minutes are spent, resisting the return of his hardened facade as the anticipation of his next task intrudes on his fleeting reprieve. "… I'm afraid duty calls," he says, a hint of regret lacing his words. “But trust me, there will come a day,” Silco says, his voice low and laced with a promise, “when I can give you not just moments, but hours, days... uninterrupted. Just be patient with me, my Dove.”
This time, it's you that is caught in a stunned silence. His words, a promise veiled as a whisper. In his embrace, you find a reassurance that goes beyond the confines of time and duty. It's a pledge of more — more time, more often, more of him.
As you reluctantly disentangle from his hold, preparing to step back into the world outside, Silco's gaze lingers on you with an intensity that speaks of future encounters. “This isn't the end, only a pause,” he assures you, his voice low and resonant. He leans forward, the distance closing as his lips brush softly against yours, each second savored.
In those final moments, as the green light bathes you both one last time, you understand the weight of his promise. It's not just words, but a vow — a vow to make up for every second lost to the demands of his world, a vow to explore the depths of what you both could be, when time finally allows.
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As the day finally began to come to a close, Sevika stepped into the dimly lit office and closed the door, her posture rigid with an urgency that commanded attention. Silco, still seated behind his desk, looked up from his paperwork, an air of expectancy in his gaze.
“Boss, we need to talk,” Sevika’s voice was firm, brooking no room for dismissal. “It’s about your most recent muse,” she nodded towards the door you had exited through some time ago, her expression serious.
Silco’s hand paused, the paperwork momentarily forgotten. “Go on,” he prompted, his voice betraying none of his thoughts.
“This relationship, it’s a risk. It makes you vulnerable, and vulnerabilities in our position can be fatal,” Sevika’s tone was unwavering, her concern clear.
Silco regarded her silently for a moment, his eyes reflecting a complex mix of acknowledgment and defiance. “They’re not the first to catch my attention, nor will they be the last...” His voice trailed off, uncharacteristically, as his own words sunk in and stirred a fierce rejection of his own statement.
“Bullshit. I see that look in your eye when they're around. This is different.” Sevika pressed, “And have you considered how Jinx might react to this? She's volatile, and if she senses she's losing your focus, it could lead to trouble. We can’t afford more instability.”
While the turmoil bubbled beneath his skin, Silcos hardened expression remained, unwilling to let Sevika know she's right nor unable to ignore her words of caution. "I'll handle it." He states flatly, returning to the documents on his desk.
Sevika pauses and studies him for several long moments before clenching her fists, sensing Silcos resistance yet knowing the discussion has been concluded. “... Just be careful, Boss. We can’t let our guard down. Not now."
After Sevika left, Silco turned back to the window, his mind a tumult of thoughts. In the reflection, his eyes held a depth of emotion seldom seen — a mix of determination and an unspoken conflict within. This connection with you had indeed become stronger than he expected, and Sevika wasn't wrong…
… This was different.
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plutoslittlerkive · 4 months
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I love Silco so bad, I just want him to ruin me.
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ughthisisntright · 6 months
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Hello There ! 👋😊
May I ask you a humble request ? 🙏
NSFW Silco seducing and fucking Finn's girlfriend please 🙈
YES. THIS. THIIIIIIS. I made reader gender neutral - I was on autopilot and wrote it like that!
NSFW below the cut!
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You felt the watchful gaze of Silco as Finn berates you in front of the entire society of chembarons. You had little to do with the operation, with the cause, but Finn still loved to assert his power over you. Something he'd been doing since the very beginning. You loved him. sure, but there was something eating away at you that made you want to... rebel.
As the man huffed away to join the rest of the chembarons, you were left with an uneasy feeling in your gut. The way he made you feel - small, unimportant, a burden - it was not an easy pill to swallow that your boyfriend was as cruel as he was. It seemed that being part of a covert operation to bring forth the greater good was not something he was suited for. And it angered you.
And still as you ruminated over the horrible display of toxic masculinity, that feeling of Silco's eyes on you burned your skin. You turned your head ever so slightly to meet his gaze. He wasn't even listening to the meeting. He didn't care what Finn had to say. He would never care again.
-
When the meeting concluded, and Finn tossed his coat at you before leaving, you sank into an empty chair. The room was empty, the rest of the more important people going to finalize plans for another shimmer plant, and all that was left was you and this stupid fucking coat. You gripped it in your smaller hands, wishing beyond anything that you would be able to tear it into pieces and cast it into the River Pilt.
You screamed in agony before slamming the coat onto the table. It felt good, but not good enough. And before you could even allow yourself the joy of letting some of that go, you heard clapping behind you.
Turning, you laid eyes on Silco. So the room wasn't empty. He stalked toward you with a smirk on his face. The older man always carried himself with such bravado, such confidence, not unlike Finn. But there was a key difference between the two: Experience.
Silco was successful long before the chembarons came together. Independently achieving goals left and right before any of them had even had the chance to taste Topside. Long before Finn was even born.
And here he was, stalking toward you like it was nothing. You watched him come closer, clasping his hands behind his back, and looking you over.
"Quite impressive the way you stand your ground in the face of something like that. Are you quite alright?" His low voice reverberated off the walls of the room, as large as it was, and you could feel it in your bones.
"Well," you began, trying to find your words. "I'm fine, but... That's him I guess."
"Regardless, it was quite the sight to see. I don't exactly know what the cause was for that kind of reaction, but it seems if I know Finn enough, it was likely his fault." A smirk lifted his features as he gave what you assumed to be his version of comfort. A smirk to which you responded with a small smile of your own.
"That's very kind of you to say," you admit softly.
-
And that was how you found yourself bent over the table - on top of Finn's elaborate coat - in the meeting room. The same meeting room where Finn had berated you earlier, the same meeting room where the meeting between the society of chembarons had taken place, and the same place where Silco - of all people - had given you comfort.
The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. You didn't exactly expect him to be as large as he was, but you also thought you'd seen all you'd ever get with Finn. And now, with his hands around your waist and his hips against the swell of your ass, you were sure that this wouldn't be the last time this kind of meeting would occur between the two of you.
Heavy breathing and grunts behind gritted teeth sounded out from behind you as harsh snaps of hips shook your entire being. You could feel the hard edge of the wood digging into your flesh as you were pounded into the surface of the table like a thing to be used. And you were loving every second of it.
At the height of your ecstasy, when Silco was growling the filthiest things in your ear, you heard the sound of the heavy door being opened. Your eyes opened and you caught sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway.
Ex-boyfriend, that is. It's a fair trade-off for this kind of lust.
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