#silco x reader smut

[ughthisisntright]

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!

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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[murdertoothpick]

i'm taking this moment—

Silco x fem!Reader | w/c: 2070

Warnings: some jealously, oral (f receiving)/cunnilingus, fingering, closet sex, biting, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: yes im back but no promises with what im back with. this has been in my drafts for ages. not fully proofread bc i just wanted to get it out there. for now have this.

Your face hurts. Your body too—with the heavy dress weighing on your shoulders, and the scratchy faux jewels that embellish said dress—and your feet, strained in these god-awful heels that threaten you within an inch of your life every time you step forward. Fortunately for you, Silco has proven to be very effective in helping you maintain your balance by offering his arm for support, as well as being good company. Unfortunately, he seemed to have disappeared, and you're stuck talking to some topsider that doesn't care what a wink you say so long as you keep smiling and laughing with him. Yeah, your face hurts a lot.

And it doesn't help that this man has the most punchable face you've ever had the obvious displeasure of looking at.

Behave. Silco's reminder rings in your head. You're here so that he can keep good graces with the Piltovans—taking their greatness as his, and making sure that they do not intervene with his control in Zaun. So why is it that you're having the unpleasant conversations, batting your eyes at men who have far too much bravado for their brains to know what to do with. It's a surprise you haven't downed your entire glass of champagne yet.

'Say, what's a pretty girl like you hanging around sumprats for?'

You had forgotten that you also grew out your nails for this event. Your fist balls at your side, manicured fingertips digging into your skin as you refrain from yelling obscenities at this man and his audacity. You're appalled by his Piltovan-hubris and further baffled by the ignorance of this man - far too privileged to know that people cannot move to Piltover as they please, not that you would want to. But still, surely the council has more to offer than the man that doesn't seem to know the regulations he has a hand in approving.

Gritting your teeth behind a feigned smile, you respond. 'I'd hardly expect you to be a better company,' you joke, though there is no lie in your quip.

The man raises his arms in mock surrender, receiving your words the way you concealed them. He grins disgustingly, only emboldened by your attitude. 'Now there,' he laughs almost tauntingly, 'I only meant it as a compliment.'

That earns him an eye roll. 'Can't say the same,' you return, raising your glass to the jest and smiling into its narrow rim as you take a sip. But as you pull the drink away from your mouth and feel his fingers slide against yours around it, it takes everything in you to not smash the glass over his head.

Again, the audacity.

You don't protest as he takes the glass from your hands, but your mouth falls agape as he downs the rest of your drink and discards your cup. Is he expecting you to swoon at his bawdiness?

'What th—'

He offers his hand to you. You stare at it blankly. 'Let's start over. Salo, and you?'

—are about to tell him to shove his slimey fingers up his frivolous-looking a—

'Silco, charmed,' he interjects, an arm crossing the space in front of you to shake hands with your company. The other loops behind your back, squeezing your waist in a silent greeting. 'Darling,' he drawls, both eyes regarding Salo with no sign of impress or genuine intrigue towards your companion, 'You didn't tell me you've already made friends.'

'It's been a pleasure,' you retort coldly, not caring to stroke the man's ego any further than you apparently have.

Still, Salo doesn't get the hint and is rather emboldened by Silco's presence. 'Your lady has been keeping me very entertained,' he responds, a painfully obvious attempt to look you up-and-down paired with his words.

'Oh? Has she now?' Silco, smug as ever, raises his eyebrow at you, 'Have you been holding out on me, dear?'

You can feel your jaw clench under the pressure of the smile you are maintaining.

'Well, I—'

'I sure hope not,' Salo interjects, cutting you off rudely, 'Gods know how many men - or women! - I don't judge'—he winks at you and you roll your eyes when his returns to Silco—'are dying to get their hands on something like her.'

'You know, I really think we should get going,' you urge irritably, tugging at your date's sleeve. Your eyes meet his in a silent 'help me out here' and then widen to communicate a threatening urgency to him. As if to say that if you don't leave this instance, you will be dislodging your nails into Salo's eyes. Silco gets the message.

'I'm afraid she's right,' he smiles dashingly, eyes full of fondness. 'We have a little one at home,' he begins to apologise to Salo, excusing the both of you from the conversation and hopefully, the rest of the night.

'Nonsense!' he exclaims with a laugh, 'It was a pleasure mee—'

'Pleasure was all ours,' you rush, already pulling yourself and Silco away from that pretentious douche as fast as you can—not caring for your insincerity, not that Salo knew any better. Your feet scurry out of the ballroom, pulling you and Silco into an empty hallway.

'Darling,' he begins, 'Might I say—'

Silco grunts with the sudden impact of his back to the wall, the rest of his sentence morphing into a low groan with the way you push him backwards with forceful lips on his.

He entertains your eagerness for a moment, pushing back. 'C'mon darling,' he groans against you, mouth refusing to fully separate from yours. 'Let's get out of here.'

You're absolutely giddy with your ungraceful escape, hands snaking down to tug at Silco's belt with intent and refusal against his suggestion. 'Nuh-uh,' you chide, 'We can have fun right here.' Your hands fumble at his hips clumsily, as if you were teenagers both horny but unable to stop giggling.

‘Surely we can have fun in behind one of these doors,’ he suggests, knocking just to the side of the wall behind him, where there conveniently happens to be a door. ‘And look!’ he gasps dramatically, hand twisting around the handle, ‘It’s unlocked.’

You roll your eyes as he opens the door, walking past his outstretched arm in an exaggerated show of chivalry. 'We do this all the time at home,' you sigh, 'Can't we do something a bit more...indecent.' While you love the rendezvous you have with Silco at The Last Drop, this gala presents you with a fine opportunity to be naughty.

The door closes, prompting you to turn back to Silco as he makes use of its lock. When he faces you, his eyes narrow, capturing yours as he stalks over to you. He chuckles darkly.

'I'd be happy to defile you on every surface of this building—the whole fucking city—if you can prove to me you can be quiet.'

You inhale a steady breath as Silco lowers himself.

Ah. Only behind closed doors are you given the pleasure of seeing the Eye of Zaun drop to his knees so willingly. It's really a testament to your power over him.

He brushes slender fingers up your bare leg through the slit of your dress, your heart rate picking up against his unhurried movement towards your arousal.

'That pretty boy—What was his name?'

'Salo,' you grit, drawing in a shallow breath.

'Salo.' He tastes the name on his tongue, a bitterness in his tone. 'He's been gawking at you all night.'

'Hmm.' So he noticed.

His hand stops, too close to where you want him but not yet there.

'But he's not your type? Is he?' You shake your head at his question but he pushes on, not satisfied. 'Why not? He's pretty. Rich. Powerful—'

You scoff, cutting him off. 'He doesn't know power.'

He seems to be in agreement, though wants to hear more of your stance. The hand that presses against your thigh becomes a slight indication for you to continue as it remains unmoved.

'Elaborate.'

And the timbre of that voice. Yeah, that too.

'He's arrogant. Salo holds no true power—none over Zaun or even Piltover. Rich, sure, but he's never worked for anything. He might have a pretty face—'

A pinch to your thigh, your leg jerks at the pressure.

'Careful,' Silco warns.

'But you...' you can't conceal your grin as you hold Silco's upwards-turned gaze, knowing that this is how you get what you want. 'You... are devilishly handsome...'

'Wicked girl,' he comments.

'Rich. Powerful. Striking. And you know what else?' He quirks a brow and you drop your voice, a smirk tugging at your lips. 'He could never satisfy me like you do.'

A beat of silence. You swear the temperature rises. And then—

It's the sound of your yelp that cuts through the air of the closed space as determined hands separate your legs, forcing one of them over his shoulder. The skirt of your dress parts with your thighs, allowing Silco closer access to where you need him as he comfortably settles in between them. While the change in pace has you startled, you are not complaining.

'Hush, darling,' he croons, splaying a hand over the exposed thigh resting languidly over his shoulder, 'we wouldn't want to be kicked out of this fancy party too soon, do we?'

Well, not before you get off.

'—Not before I get to defile you on every surface in here. Like I promised.'

Oh right. Definitely not before that.

You shake your head at him, pointedly not responding with a sound but instead grinding your hips in a silent plea.

'Patience, girl.'

And then he inhales. You shudder as his nose presses against your panties, earning him a whiff of your cunt as he balls the fabric of your dress in his long fingers.

'Please...' you whimper, though it's barely above a whisper.

He flattens his tongue along your still-clothed cunt, then presses harder, as if your panties weren't soaked already with your arousal alone. Salivating. Tasting you.

It's not enough. For you or him.

A forgotten hand of yours snakes itself through his hair, parting the gelled strands, mirroring your dishevelment. Then, a tug.

Again, a silent plead. Please.

A hum in return. Okay. A tug of your panties, then a snap against your skin. A contained yelp from you. A 'you asked for this' as he frees you of the scrap of fabric.

There is no teasing this time when he pounces on your cunt. No warning as two fingers breach your opening and slide in with ease. None as his tongue, wet and wanting, separates your folds, lapping at the arousal already spilling out of you, and you—despite his desperation matching yours—aren't allowed to make a single noise even as he groans shamelessly against you, indulging in your sex.

You try to stay quiet, you really do. But for every dart of his tongue, every push of his fingers, every grind of your hips against him, there is a gasp, a squeak, an apology to every tug on his previously elegantly styled hair.

A beg for more, more, more.

And he is the one to indulge you. To make you cum as his tongue finally latches onto your clit; grinding, pushing, sucking on the delicate bud. A sensitivity that makes your toes curl in those absurdly uncomfortable shoes, numbing you in a state of euphoria rather than the strain of Piltover's exhibitions.

The obscene noises caused by the man between your legs are more telling than your whimpers; those high-pitched noises becoming echoes of your suppressed moans. And the noises echo, unwavering almost as his tongue laps and laps again, pushes against your clit, between your folds, even teasing your entrance despite the two fingers slick with your arousal with every push against your walls. Pushing and pushing until you're falling over the edge, only able to stifle your moans by sinking your teeth into the flesh of your own arm.

Well, nothing you can't survive.

And even if you do make a sound, Silco will just have to punish you. In which neither of you are particularly averse to. Especially not with his promise to take you on every clean Piltovan surface, leaving his mark as the king of its underworld with his queen at his side. More likely, you under him.

If you thought the night was long before, it's about to get delightfully longer.

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[gaypirate420]

Keep playing // Silco.

Silco x male!reader.

Summary: Silco doesn't want to interrupt you while you play the piano.

Suggestive, No genitalia described.

A/N: I picture all of this as if it was drawn by J.C Leyendeker.

Silco stared at you, so concentrated, fingers flowing between keys, you were feeling yourself completely.

"Such a beautiful song, my love." Said Silco walking towards you cigar in hand.

His ashtray is placed on your piano, you looked at him with a soft smile that was returned discreetly by the drug lord.

"But I'm afraid you look—stiff." He remarked, you arched your eyebrow.

"How so?" You asked not stopping your melody, Silco brings his cigar to his mouth.

The smoke hit your face immediately, he smirks before blowing the smoke against your face once again.

"You're not relaxed, I can see it on your posture." He spoke stepping closer to you, you changed your posture with confusion.

His long fingers brushed your cheek.

You meet his mismatched eyes, his thumb strokes your lip.

"How can I relax with you rounding me like a wild animal ready to attack?" You teased, Silco smirks.

His lips meet yours, you taste the whisky and the indistinguishable cigar. Silco groaned against you.

"Perhaps I shall stop 'rounding' you then. For your relaxation." He whispered, your hands leaved the piano.

He knows you know.

"Perhaps you should fuck me already and stop being such a tease." You snapped, Silco kissed you once again, your hand cupped his cheek

"No no, dear. Keep playing for me." He ordered, you looked at him but did as you were told without complain.

He stood behind you, his chin rested on your shoulder, he got closer to your ear.

"I love how you look when you play. I've imagined many times— pleasuring you while you keep making songs which lyrics are my name and it's chorus is your sweet moans and whimpers." He whispered against your skin, you felt a shiver down your spine.

Silco's lips kissed your neck, you whined when he started to suck leaving marks on your neck.

His hands travel down your neck, he plays with your collar shirt before undoing your cravat.

He unbottons your vest with a dreadful slow peace. You pressed the keys harder in desperation. The eye of Zaun only laughs discreetly.

You finally feel his hand inside your dress shirt.

"So soft." He mumbled, your cheeks were warm.

His hands traveled down your torso stoping where your thighs began, it was enough to feel that tingly sensation.

"Silco—" You breath out.

"Patience, my prince." He purred against your ear.

He scratched softly your torso, making you arched your back, he finally got to your chest.

Silco pinches your nipples , you moaned loudly.

"Such pretty sounds you make, my darling." He said and started to pinche again.

It was tortuous, he continued his path. Down all the way until the belt of your pants stopped him then returning to play with your nipples.

"Wrong note, my love." Said Silco, you looked at him with shaky hands you played again the same part ending the song.

You didn't even realize you ended it, Al that was in your mind was his hands.

His cold, pale and soft hands brushing against your skin.

"There it is, perfect." He said bringing you back to reality, his hands left your torso.

You felt Silco's hands on your things. You breath out and smile, you've been waiting for this for what it seemed hours.

His chest meets your back, he pressed gentle kisses on your neck.

His long fingers play with your belt.

"My actions have caused more than vocal reactions I suppose." He remarked looking down your pants.

"Yes." You breath out. Silco got rid of your bed and made his way to your underwear. You jerked your hips violently.

He quickly keeps you in place.

"Don't move, be good." He ordered.

"S—Silco." You moaned, He patted you above your underwear admiring the consequences of his actions.

"I will give you want you want— just keep playing for me, my sweet prince." He whispered against you, you nodded with a shaky moan.

Your fingers pressed slightly the key, beginning a new song.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: heyyyyy Silco content!!! Hope ya like it.

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[silcos-ashtray]

My daddy/crying kink were really barking at me today

"Silco, please." You pleaded, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you looked to the man standing over you. The slight chuckle was the only thing that broke the bored expression on Silco's face.

A gloved hand brushed the tears as they rolled down your cheeks. "Look at you, crying for Daddy's cock." Silco chuckled as he looked down at you.

"Desperation is a good look on you, Darling." He smiled as he moved to continue the slow teasing of your clit. "If you want anything more than this, you're going to have to ask nicely."

The words struggled to find their way to your lips as your brain was so clouded from the bit of pleasure Silco was providing you.

"Silco, please...please fuck me."

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[cherubfae]

"you take me so well" || arcane x reader

With Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, & Jinx

I don't accept NSFW requests!

tags: fem!reader, female anatomy, smut, established relationships, reader is implied late 20s (Vik), late 20s-early 30s firelight reader (Silco), toy use, vik's reader also uses a cane!!, pet names

a/n: lmao me writing these like I don't have my bestie and I in mind for our faves <3

Silco

Smoke from his snuffed out cigar lingers in the air, mixed so sweetly with his fine cologne and aftershave. It's one of the few things you can focus on as Silco drills his drooling cock deep into your pussy. You grip the edge of his desk, your board tossed in the corner of his office, legs hooked loosely around his waist gasping with every drag of his pelvic bone against your achy clit. His grunts are wild, unhinged. His blunt nails leave crescent-shaped marks on your skin as he yanks you deeper onto his cock, his balls making a wet pap pap pap with every delicious thrust. "Such a good girl for me, darling. What would your poor leader think of you sleeping with the enemy? Being fucked so tenderly on the Eye of Zaun's cock? Oh my love--! My cock was truly made for you, hmm? Utterly divine." His lips smash to yours, fingers intertwined together.

Viktor

Ever the gentleman, at first, Viktor slowly lowers you down onto his thick cock. His large hands shift from your thighs to grip your hips, pressing you down gently til he bottoms out. "There, love, see? You always take me much better when you're amply prepped for my dick. You're such a sweetheart for me, I must reward your patience." His smirk curls, lips finding your neck. Viktor's hand gently strokes your leg, easing what pain and discomfort he could. He wouldn't move until you told him to. He knows how much you enjoy cock warming him. <3

Jayce

A soft whimper bubbles in the back of his throat, his cock head breaching your lubed, velvet walls with a gentle push. So warm and inviting, the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around is just what he needs after a long, stressful day in the lab. His girth is impossibly thick, it's taken a lot of practice and prep for your tiny cunt to be able to take him. Jayce is always gentle with you, big thumb circling your clit in hopes to chase away any discomfort. "Shh, shh, I know it's big, baby, you're taking me so damn well. Want to stop? No? Okay, okay. Let me get some more lube, yeah? Oh, fuck, pretty girl. I felt you clench. God, I ache for you, baby."

Vi

"Fuck baby," she hisses, sinking you down further on her pink strap. Her hips stutter, raw muscle flexing beneath the strap's harness pressing into the meat of her thighs. She rears herself back, until the pink head of the dildo is almost entirely exposed before pushing back in with her hips flushed to yours. "You're so stretched out on my cock, lovely. So fuckin' perfect." Vi purrs, swallowing your moan with her lips.

Caitlyn

Tender kisses are peppered all over your face, her long hair falling in front of her face. She's smiling down at you, looking like an angel sprawled against her pillow. Your pretty lips drawn open into a wanton gasp, hips jumping up as her deep blue strap sinks into you fully. The strap buzzes to life, Caitlyn giggles at your little yelp. It melts into desperate pants and eager rolls of your hips. She's more than happy to oblige as she pins your knees to your chest and fucks you into her mattress. "That's it, love. You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl. Oh, does that feel good, baby? I'm glad. You look so lovely, all fucked out and flushed. Such a pretty little thing."

Jinx

Her face hides at the back of your neck, hips pounding against your ass. Her lithe fingers curl around the messy sheets, her other hand curled at your hip. Glancing down at where you two meet, Jinx all but snarls out a moan, picking up the pace. The way the electric blue strap buries itself deep within your pussy is such an addicting site. One that makes her froth at the mouth, nails biting into your skin. "You should see how fuckin' well you take me, princess. Fits like a fuckin' dream, your cunt is practically drooling f'me!"

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[angelltheninth]

The type of pervy boss who keeps your panties in his desk drawer and uses them to jerk off. Even better if you see him doing it, then he can tell you to change into the cum covered panties and give him the ones you've been wearing today. Rinse and repeat.

Miguel, Sukuna, Draken, Baji, Silco, Dabi, Tomura, Reo, John Price, Azul, Divus, Jing Yuan, Dottore, Millions Knives, Hal Jordan

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[starsinmylatte]

Maybe Silco with a motherly Fem!Reader who adores Jinx? Something with breeding & pregnancy? Domestic bliss please?

Soft

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. 

_______

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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[silcoitus]

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?

Read on AO3

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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[ughthisisntright]

Scandalous | Silco x Reader

Summary: Written for a prompt from @saviourofzaun

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, p in v sex, general awfulness.

Word Count: 1,127

Heat.

Wet.

Breathing.

That’s your entire world as Silco’s lips travel down your abdomen, licking and biting and sucking seemingly every inch of your skin. All it feels like to you is fire. Little pinpricks of flame blooming everywhere, dripping down and pooling in your core. Silco knows what he's doing to you.

The shower water runs cooler as the time passes, water dripping down each of your tired, aching bodies. You’d each finished the process of cleaning yourselves and soon got lost in the sensations of your pruney fingers against each other’s skin. Your desperate whines and his soothing hums of approval echoed in the small shower stall you both occupied.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, whimpering at every connection of his lips to your smooth skin. The scar on his lip drags deliciously across your stomach. His calloused fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling you down further and coaxing more delectable noises from your throat.

You feel his hard cock running against your thigh as he maneuvers your body. He returns his lips to yours in a biting kiss. Teeth and tongue. Spit and desperate gasps as his hips rut against yours for the sweet relief that the friction can bring. He moves in circles, grunting like an animal in heat as he rubs his cock against your depraved clit.

And yet, the friction isn’t enough for you.

You feel the weight of him shift off you and your eyes fly open. He brushes the hairs from his face, abdomen seemingly rippling with each wave of water that falls over him. You rake your eyes from his proud and erect cock all the way up to his one, piercing teal eye. The pupil of which was blown wide with lust. He almost seems entirely demonic with the darkness of his eyes now. A shudder of excitement shakes your body.

He wraps a hand around himself and pumps a few times, licking his lips before tilting his head back to lean against the tile of the shower. He lets out a strangled groan as his hand works over the sensitive head, thumb swiping over the very tip and then caressing back down the length. You watch as he twitches in his own hand. He then pushed himself to the hilt through the grip of his hand, his cock fully unsheathed and painfully hard.

He finally brings himself back to the moment, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your hunger and burning ache between your legs cause a ringing in your ears as he speaks, but you still catch the words as they drip from his lips.

“Touch yourself for me,” he breathed.

You drop to the tile just to the side of the water’s spray. You spread your legs wide, planting your feet on the floor of the shower. You spread your pussy lips wide for him. He looks down on you with his mouth agape and chipped teeth bared ever so slightly. You slide two delicate fingers over your sensitive slit, letting out a short whimper. You dip your fingers into the slick of your weeping hole and drag it up and over your clit.

The whole time, Silco is gripping his cock with a concerning amount of force. You notice how his jaw clenches and releases every so often. Almost in time with the small circles you draw on your clit. You look up at him, eyes lidded with pleasure, and bite your lip sensually. Shit, you look straight out of a porno.

Your nipples stiffened to little peaks, chest heaving, and fingers working diligently and delicately over your cunt. You grunt and whine as you pick up the pace slightly. You know he wants you to cum for him like this. And you know he’s going to cum for you like that. It’s all a lustful dance you’re doing.

You’re the one to let out the first cry of pleasure. Silco had been holding back since your first swipe over your folds. He chuckles darkly in response to your outburst. You can only feel the bass of his voice reverberating off the walls of the shower, the deep tone making even the slightest bit of vibration for your throbbing pussy. You whimper softly and very aggressively plunge two fingers inside yourself.

“Holy shit,” you gasp.

“Just like that, my lovely,” he coaxes. “I love watching you fuck yourself.”

You can feel your end rapidly approaching. You always know how you want it, after all. Both hands working inside of you and your clit, you bump your head back against the wall and let out another unbridled cry of ecstasy. Silco has taken to pumping himself aggressively, fucking his fist more than he was jerking himself off.

Silco’s ragged breaths can be heard now over the running of the water. You can feel the little synapses of pleasure beginning to fire off. Heat gets closer and closer to the tip of your fingers. Silco’s hips snap sharply against his hand. You’re both close.

But at the last second, a move you don’t expect, he drops down to his knees. The water beats against his back as he flips you onto your knees. Your fingers leave your cunt and are quickly replaced by his aching cock.

He grips your hips tightly, setting a relentless pace as he fucks into you from behind. On all fours in the shower, you’re no good for anything except bumping back against his hips as he ruins you. You then feel him bend over your back, a hand snaking around to rub and pinch at your clit. At the new sensation, you shriek in pleasure. Your release comes tumbling ever nearer, slick walls squeezing his cock with every drag.

His breath hitches, his hips stutter, and his grip falters as he thrusts inside you one last time, buried to the bottom, and shoots thick, hot spurts of his cum deep inside you. You cum as he pulses inside you, shuddering and whining as wave after wave of pleasure wash over your still-tired body. White-hot pleasure clouds your vision as your arms give out. Silco is quick to respond, catching you before you fall face-first against the tiles.

And then, it’s all soft towels, warm blankets, and cold water to drink. The tender way which Silco held you in bed is perfectly juxtaposed with the possessive way he looked at you in the shower. You count the circles he drew on your skin, make note of the other shapes he draws, and feel the rise and fall of his chest against your head as it lays there. You can’t remember a better feeling.

And you’d chase it as long as you lived.

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[medic-simp]

No Hands - Smut

Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 518 Content Warnings: gn!reader, oral sex (m. receiving), power dynamics, silco being a smug little bastard, but he's also totally going to return the favor so it's fine lolol

Masterlist || AO3 Link

Beta reader: @silcoitus

Art by: @ivyunleashed

“Don’t use your hands.”

You look up at Silco, looking for something that would suggest he’s kidding. He’s certainly not. His smirk is a tell-tale sign of how pleased he is of this particular command, taking pride in making you get a little more creative with your routine. 

You have to admit though, the idea is enticing, and you quickly find yourself locking your hands behind your back. You hug your wrists together, fingers tangling at the base of your spine and pulling your shoulders back. Silco’s smirk widens and he follows you with his eyes as you lean forward and bring your teeth over one of the buttons of his pants.

You manage to unclip two of the four buttons, keeping your eyes glued to Silco’s with every surprisingly nimble maneuver of your teeth and lips. He eventually undoes the last two for you, watching you move the flap of his pants out of the way and drag his boxers down with your teeth.

His cock springs free and he pushes his pants further down to reveal heavy balls that beg for your tongue’s lavish attention. You lick a long stripe up from his sack to the tip of him, relishing the quivering sigh that escapes him as you do.

“Good girl,” Silco hums, tangling one set of fingers into your hair. He doesn’t push you, only following your lead and praising you all the while. His other arm is still languidly laid out over the back of the sofa, his head following suit and tipping backwards as you take him into your mouth.

Your head bobs a patient rhythm and Silco is undeniably content with it, sighing and grunting your name like a dirty-sweet prayer. His fingers tangle harder, pulling slightly, and you brace yourself as his hips begin to rut up into your mouth.

The tip of him slides smooth over your tongue and your fingers wring together behind your back, itching to relieve the ache between your legs.

“Doing so well for me,” Silco grunts, his ragged voice making that ache worse as you feel the wetness growing. You moan around Silco’s cock and he looks down at you, pupils blown wide and hair hanging in his face. What was parted lips becomes a shit-eating grin as Silco approaches his orgasm.

“Hands still behind your back?” he hums, voice breathless but not missing that sinister growl, “I’ll repay you very kindly for this, sweetheart.”

You think your core might explode with every needy throb you feel, begging for some kind of stimulation, but you steel yourself and instead focus on the hollow of your cheeks, the work of your tongue, and the hum of your muffled whimpers around his cock.

Silco’s chest swells with a sudden breath, your only warning before he’s coming down your throat, throbbing and groaning with every wave of his orgasm.

Fingers loosen their grip on your hair, letting you pull off of him and swallow each drop of his release. 

Silco watches you, panting, a coy promise painted clear on his face.

“Come here and let me taste you.”

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[silcos-ashtray]

Thot for the night

Silco strikes me as the type to take training a sub fairly seriously. He knows what he wants and isn't willing to budge on his expectations.

That being said, I /also/ think he'd have a lot of fun brat taming? On the surface you'd think any sort of defiance on your part would annoy him but idk, I think he likes the challenge.

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[shuichisweave]

This is literally Silco and it's funny when ppl act like it isn't him.

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[prettylittlething222]

Watching Arcane right now, and all I’m realizing is that I like powerful fems (Caitlyn and Mel)

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[angelltheninth]

How would the men of Arcane make love to fem!reader while they spend a night of intimacy together? Passionately? Sensually? Intensely? Roughly?

Sure thing Anon!

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, kissing, rough sex, gentle sex, fingering, dirty talk, cuddles, aftercare, size difference

A/N: Love that I'm still getting Arcane requests even though the fandom seems to have died down a little.

Viktor is sensual and rough when he makes love with you. Sensual with his words, rough with his fingers and when he thrusts into you. It's the duality of him, kind of in the same way where he seems really cute and meek but is actually pretty cocky behind closed doors.

He always balances his sweet talking with the same amount of his cock hitting at just the right angle inside of you to get your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Will praise you to no end, but in between every word he will make sure he gets a good thrust in to keep you on your toes, and your back arched.

"Thought you liked it when I talked all sweet to you, darling. Was that a lie? No, no, I'm not saying you lie to me all the time, just when you really crave this dick. You should be honest, I love you and I love giving you what you want, so don't even try to tell me to shut up now okay? I know it makes you tighter when I talk."

Jayce is the most passionate guy you've ever made love to. He puts his all behind everything he does, weather that be the candle-lit path to the bedroom, the foreplay where he's on all fours and eating you our or when he has you on all fours and hammering your cunt like there's no tomorrow.

No way will you be able to even think of any other man when he shows you what he can do for you. He dedicates his all to your pleasure, his is secondary to you. In fact the most pleasure he will get is when he sees you that you're enjoying what he's doing for you, to you.

"Here's good right? Doesn't hurt? Good, with my size it can be a little tricky. All out then, fuck... been waiting for you to say that all night. Babe, I'm about to ruin you. Oh you bet, gonna make you lose count of your orgasms, I wanna make you feel the best you've ever felt."

Silco is very intense and can get very rough if the situation calls for it. He really likes to show his power over you and make every experience better then the last by making you wait, by edging you a bit longer until you come to the point where you're the one hoping on his cock when the doors slam shut.

There are few people he enjoys spending time with and you're definitely one of them, weather its you bent over his office desk, cockwarming him while he goes over the papers, or choking on his cock all day under the desk, he likes having you close and he likes when you know he's the boss.

"A break? We just got started darling. That was just two, there's still a lot more to go. If it's gonna make it easier you can rest by getting under the desk a little. If I feel that mouth, or your hand stopping for even a second you're gonna give me two more orgasms. Understood? Good girl."

Vander can get very passionate and rough but he always follows it up with a really long cuddle and aftercare session. That's something he likes slightly more then the sex itself. It's good, its really good, having your warm pussy stretched around his huge cock, but he can't say he doesn't love it how you cuddle up on top of him after.

He always prepares you for his cock but the prep can be just as rough as the sex itself since its so easy for him to get lost in the whimpers and moans that you make when he adds another finger. And then another. Your hip and thighs are sometimes bruised with a very big handprint. You don't always hide it either.

"Easy darlin', I know you're as horny as can be but you know as well as I that you can't me right away. Its frustrating? Well I'm sorry for being big, nothing I can do about it. I'll get you there don't worry. In the mean time, tell me, how was your day? You thought of me? That's very flattering, I couldn't stop thinking about getting my hands on you either."

Ekko is a very sensual lover and a bit on the calculated side as well. A lot of his plans tend to go a little astray when he sees you naked but eventually he's able to get you right where he wants you and make you feel good.

He cannot stop touching you while he makes love to you. He needs to feel your body quivering every time he jolts his hips forward and buries his cock to the hilt, every time you bite into his neck to muffle your next moan because you know how cheeky he can be and go from slow to fast and then to slow again in order to make it last longer for the both of you.

"You keep messing up my plans Firefly. I was gonna sweep you of your feet, make it all nice, romantic for you, but you had to go and make me this hard right away. I can't focus on romance like this, all the blood's rushing to my cock. Fucking gods, getting on your knees is not making it any better. Well... maybe a little bit."

Marcus is rough and intense because in all honestly he feels like he doesn't deserve what he has with you. He needs to make sure he's not dreaming, that you're real, that you love him despite all his damn mistakes, that you can handle everything he has to give.

When he really gets into it there's hardly any stopping him until he's spent and laying almost limp on top of you, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your face, almost like he's saying sorry when there's nothing for him to be sorry for. You always assure him that when you allow him to be rough, its because you want him to be, he's never hurting you unless you need him to, and he never will.

"Did I overdo it? You'd tell me if I did right? No, I know you can be my pretty painslut, I love that side of you sweetheart, you know I do. Just trying to make sure. You think you can take more? Your pussy's already so sensitive, it keeps pulsing around me, squeezing out all the cum, are you sure? One more round then."

Finn is very rough with you and is proud of all the ways he makes you whimper and moan and even cry on occasion. There is a safeword for you to use but he's rarely heard it from you so he's very familiar with your limits by now. He really likes to manhandle you and use your body as his pretty fucktoy, you're not even ashamed that you like it just as much anymore.

He was so surprised when you asked him to slap you but he didn't hold back either. He kissed, or rather licked the pain away before ramming his cock back inside your cunt with so much force your back arched off the bed and scratch his back up like he's been mauled. Good, he loves a mutual give and take.

"Oh my gods kitten, begging to be hit. I knew you were a kinky whore from the moment I saw you. Aren't you glad I helped you find this side of yourself? If you're so grateful you'll come on my cock right now. Do it! Come on, come on, let me feel that cunt sucking my cock."

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