Silco Smut - Blog Posts

UGHH buying a specially made strap for him😋😋

Subby!Silco Headcannons 😋

Content Warnings: Subby!Silco, GN!Reader, oral (reader receiving), oral (male receiving), fingering (reader receiving), p in v/a sex, begging, dom/sub, edging, pegging/Silco getting fucked, cum permission

Obviously NSFW below the cut!!

• To cut to the chase, giving head is undeniably one of his his favorites, there's nothing quite like it.

• Your ass hanging off his desk and his head buried between your thighs, he'll stay there for hours.

• Orgasm after orgasm he begs you to let him keep going, to taste you more.

• "Please, sweetheart, one more. Please please please, I know you're so tired but I just need more of you, this is the last one. Mmm, god, you taste so good..."

• His hands are busy as they'll ever be, one holding your thigh and the other making quick work of his cock as he edges himself through the whole thing, not cumming until after he's done with you and you tell him he can.

• He'll beg for that too.

• "Please, let me cum, please, oh- fuck! I'm so close, I did so well, will you let me cum?"

• He loves to finger you, to watch you squirm when he crooks his fingers just the right way; he certainly loves hearing you call out his name and praise him for his work.

• Sex leaves him fucked-out and it's beautiful, watching how disheveled and utterly speechless he is as you ride the life out of him or as he fucks his cum into you.

• Will beg for you to ride him, and he takes full advantage of the perks when you do, holding your chest and touching you constantly.

• Fucking him (w/ dick or strap) is a surreal experience, seeing such a strong pillar of Zaun leadership reduced to a twitching, horny puddle that will do anything for you to fuck him until he can't think.

• He squirms a lot, readjusting his grip on anything he can find, rutting his hips against you, there's too much energy in it for him to stop moving.

• The noises he makes are completely insane, nothing one could ever imagine coming from Zaun's Kingpin Industrialist.

• Moans and gasps, sometimes whines and higher-pitched cries, feral sobs and babblings of your name to not stop, go faster, harder...

• "Oh my god oh my godohmygod! Keep going please oh my god keep going! Just like that, make me cum, please- ah!"

• Will do anything to have your mouth on his cock, but he almost never asks for it, it's always a reward, but he loves the feeling.

• Will throat fuck you if you let him and despite the control you give him in doing so, he still only cums with permission.

• "Thank you, oh my god thank you. Ha! Do that again with your tongue p-please- oh my- fuck!"

• Calling him "good boy" induces a surprisingly physical reaction along with likely a whimper or moan, but he won't say he's your good boy.

Silco on my mind 24/7🥵

how do we feel about power bottom silco!! i feel like he’s too bratty to fully submit but not bratty enough to fully take control?? or VIRGIN silco 😝😝😝 he’s been on my mind a lot he’s just so nom nom nom

ミ★ 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! — 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨.

ミ★ let me tell you something- LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. this man would NEVER submit 100%. he needs the control to some degree. so even if you top him, you can never dom him, you get me?

ミ★ fem!reader, unprotected p in v, dom!silco, d/s undertones, sloppy rough sex, couch sex, cowgirl, language/dirty talk, begging, possessive!silco, mean!silco, dumbification, pure filth (sorry not sorry)

“tired already?”

silco sounds so monotonously bored, thick drawl almost disinterested — your thighs and face burn, both from exertion and indignation.

the plush couch creaks beneath your movements, groaning its distaste at the activity currently taking place on top of it — and you can’t help but feel as worn out as the couch itself.

silco sighs deeply and his long fingers curl around your hips. your heart lodges itself into your throat when he shoves his hips up, bullying himself deep inside you and forcing stars into your eyes.

“weren’t you going to ‘fuck me stupid’?” silco sneers, lidded eyes scrutinizing your fucked out body. “yet here you are. you’re about to crumble.”

you would feel more embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate.

“siiiiil,” you whine, pussy drooling and throbbing, so fucked open yet orgasm so far from your grasp. “please, wan’a cum.”

“think you deserve it, hm?” silco retorts immediately, hips rolling up into yours with wet smacks. “have you earned it?”

your eyes melt into your skull at the constant grind of his cockhead against your cervix — it’s too much yet not enough at the same time; intense pressure but lacking the brutal beating you need to cum.

“please,” you gasp out again, helpless and desperate — you wiggle your hips only for silco to bruise them with his fingertips.

“resorted to begging, have you?” silco hums, the roll of his hips morphing to shallow thrusts. it’s better, makes your pussy cry around him, rubs your walls with such sweet pressure — but it’s still not enough.

one of silco’s hands disappears from your hip and long fingers crawl up your scalp before gripping the hair at the back of your head. silco pulls just enough to expose your neck to him.

rough, chapped lips glide up the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. silco’s breath is hot against your flesh when he murmurs, “beg me better, and i’ll use you like a little fucktoy.”

you swear his words alone are enough to fog your head completely; and you obey without a second thought, pouring all of your desperation and need into your pleas.

“please, sil, please fuck me. fuck me with your cock, i need it so bad, please —!”

teeth scrape against your jugular and silco growls, “better than that. if you want to cum so bad, beg me like you fuckin’ mean it.”

slick slurps and slaps punctuate his thrusts as he fucks inside you a little faster, bullying himself balls deep and slamming his cockhead into your cervix. mewls spill from your lips and your pussy flutters.

not enough. you need it rougher. you need him to use you like a little fucking doll. fuck your brains out of your ears. destroy you completely.

“use me. please, i’m your fucktoy. your little fucktoy. please use me, please, sil, your cock’s so good, fuck me — i’ll be so good, a good girl, please—!”

teeth and nails sink into your skin as silco snarls, balls slapping noisily into the flesh of your ass as his thrusts turn animalistic — he’s completely rough, merciless, uncaring of the way your body rocks and your lungs shrink, or the way he’s blinding you from the painful pleasure.

“oh, fuuuuck,” you mewl, voice spotty from the rabid jerks and throat sore — your pussy drools over him, crying from the dick plunging into it over and over; it feels so good, you swear you won’t last but a few seconds.

“thank you,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back. “than’you s’much, fuck, love it s’much.”

“fuck, babbling like some sort of idiot,” silco hisses, wet tongue laving sloppy over your throat. “so dumb from my cock. helpless, aren’t you?”

you can’t even process his words, but you nod anyway; your brain is melted in your skull, pussy sloppy and used and gut curled up with your building orgasm — you just want to cum all over him, paint his dick with your essence and feel him fuck it all out.

“lucky girl,” silco snarls, hand squeezing your hip tightly. “i’m feeling lenient today. so i’m going to make you cum so hard you faint, hear me?”

if only you could register how fucked you were in that instant.

“please, please! ‘s so good, make me cum, fuck, sil — mmmmm, ‘m close.”

silco’s hips piston into you at an inhuman speed, thick cock splitting you open and slamming your cervix so hard it’s knocking your breath out – but it’s everything you wanted, everything you needed; the very thing you’d been craving since you first sank down on his cock.

“who do you belong to, hm?” silco pants, voice stern and commanding despite its breathy quality. “who owns this sloppy pussy of yours?”

the only sounds you could make were whines, mewls, and moans — your coherency had long since been fucked from you, reducing you to nothing more than some limp cockwhore; and despite feeling lenient, silco wasn’t going to let that go.

“answer me or i’ll fuckin’ stop,” he threatens, kicking your heart into overdrive. “who fuckin’ owns you?”

“you do! you!” you yelp out, fingers scrabbling against his shoulders and hips shaking; your eyes are wet, fat tears teasing at the corners. “y-you own me. i belong to you, silco, please don’t stop, don’t—!”

“good girl,” silco purrs, shooting heat straight to your cunt. “such a good girl. now cum on m’cock, sweetheart. c’mon, make it messy. i know you want to, filthy girl.”

slick slaps and lewd moans, your pussy being split open over and over and cervix beaten in by silco’s cock — you’re so fucking close, you’re about to cum, you’re right fuckin’ there —

the sound that rips from your throat sounds almost inhuman — that coil in your gut snaps without much pre-warning, pussy gushing and fluttering around silco’s cock and waves wracking your entire body and leaving electricity in their wake.

“good fuckin’ girl,” silco coos, hips never slowing in their pace as he fucks you through your orgasm, groaning at the feel of your sloppy walls sucking him in. it was sending him into a frenzy — one that was sadistic and untamed, a fierce storm that demanded he absolutely wreck your body.

“keep coming, that’s it. mess it up f’me, baby. fuck, ‘m going to ruin you. don’t black out yet, dove. i’m just getting started.”

*locks myself back in the cabinet from whence i came* first time writing for silco, please forgive any mistakes 🙏

"Loyalty"

Silcoxf!reader (3k words) - part 1 (part 2 will arrive next week, hopefully)

⚠️ Warnings: mention of blood, cussing and killing, elements of smut

Set during Finn's death scene in Silco's office (episode 1x09, The Monster you created)

Please read the end notes, I have added some picture as references for the rifle

Enjoy the reading 🌟

The feeling of soft silk sheets is the first thing you feel on your bare skin as you slowly open your eyes to greet a new morning. Or afternoon, judging from the hour on the clock on your bedside as you turn the head. You have slept again too much, and the most important part of the day is gone. Might as well just return to sleep and spend the rest of the day sinking in the reddish sheets of his bed. The softness of the pillow embraces your face and covers your sleepy breathing, as you brain activates slowly, still in a dreaming state.

Covering your head with your hands, you try to shield your eyes from the light that comes from the window right in front of you. A hint of sun designs a straight line which ends right into your face, giving you that comforting feel of cuddling heat but blurring your sight at the same time. Letting out a soft sleepy groan, you sit down and uncovered yourself, only to find your naked body hit by the cold air of the room and shivers spreading all over your chest and back.

That is enough reasonable - you think - to return to bed immediately, under the secure covers, fragrant with his body perfume, a mist of tobacco, something strong similar to whisky and a hint of sandalwood. The familiar smell embraces your nose and your senses, immediately relaxing your back and shoulders, while spreading in your lungs.

The red silk is covering your body and hiding from you the sight of your chest and limbs. But anyway, you know that your body is covered in traces left from the past hours, late at night when you and Silco had left yourselves indulge in primal and lascivious actions. Instincts had roamed free, without any type of shame or regret and your sore back and legs are the proofs of what had happened in that bed last night. The feeling of his big hand on your tight, keeping it down and spread open while, without breaking the eye contact, he was tasting you with a primal need and a dedication that made your legs trembling many times, following his finger’s movement inside you and his palm’s, rubbing your clitoris faster and faster until…

“Stop, for Jenna’s sake…I have to contain myself…I can’t think about it as the first thing in the morning” you think to yourself.

Deciding that you are making a fool of yourself, and it is enough, you decide to get out of the bed, even though the chilly air is still there, and your naked back is not so happy about it, sending shivers down your spine. The feel of your bare foot on the ground is the decisive action that brings you fully back on track and your program for the day appears crystal clear in your mind.

But, how fool of you to think that the memory of his body pressed so hard against yours is something that you can discharge that simply. Just a glimpse of your naked body in the vertical mirror near the wardrobe snaps you back to your lustful memories, but this time they hit harder than the first.

Naked skin touching naked skin. The sound of his thrusting inside you from behind and of his low tense belly against your bottom. His firm hand on your hip while the other one kept you neck high, forcing you to look at the two bodies in the mirror. The sounds of you own pleasure filling the room, while the light of some candles was trembling due to the little air that infiltrated though the window. The blurring of your vision underneath your semi-closed and rolled eyes, your mind in a state of ecstasy and guided by the immense pleasure of his movements. The clenching of his teeth on your shoulders and neck while his member was going in and out, trusting harder each time. The soft whispering behind your ear as he touched your clitoris while still being inside…

“You like that, ah? You little slut…admiring you in such a submissive state is something that I find myself eager to see every day. Grant me the honour to fill that pretty hole of yours, sweetheart”, said with a languish and sarcastic tone.

"For fuck’s sake, woman, get a hold on yourself!” you think to yourself, after covering your face with your hands, in order not to see in the mirror the hot redness that has spread all over your cheeks, flushing them hard. Taking the first piece of clothing that was at your sight, you put it on, just to discover it was Silco’s black shirt from last night, thrown on the floor without a care in the world.

Luck is definitely not on your side today, with the smell, all over the shirt, of his body and a hint of sex – your mind still playing jokes on your memories and senses. Not that it is the only cloth in that state. Other items are scattered all over the room: your pants are set on the chair, and you remember the exact moment they went undone and the gaze of Silco’s two-tone eyes as he set them on your panties. With a quick search, you find the latest too, on top of his nightstand, set beside a glass of water with a little note attached.

Hope you have slept well. Lots of meetings today but I should be free for dinner. I’ll wait for you at 20.00 in my office. Use the back exit. – S

The short note is enough to bring a big smile on your face and make you giggle like a little girl. The soft and well cured handwriting of Silco doesn’t let anything out and his instructions are clear. After an intense day of meetings and duties, you company at dinner is one of the few things that Silco indulges into and finds himself waiting to attend to. Evenings and nights, lustful or not, are your favourite part of the day, even though they have become less frequent in the last period because of the numerous tedious problems Silco has to resolve.

Hope you have slept well – you read the first few words a couple of times with a soft giggle and a tender heat in your heart. Silco is not a person that shows his feelings so openly with a lot of people and the rare moments in which he lets himself relax and indulges in feelings are very precious. His face seems to acquire a completely different expression, his tough traits become more tender and his eyes shine with a new light, even the deep orange one.

Silco is more used to let out his affection though actions and not direct words, so the interactions in bed, late at night, when the two of you are still awake are pearls to preserve in your memory. You got used to the feeling of his hand on your low back as he guides you while the two of you are walking, or the thumb that traces circles on your hand while you are reading or resting in bed with him in the evening. Not that these moments are something you would reject or discard, they are still so precious in your heart and every time they let free little butterflies in your stomach, but the quiet moments where he lets his guard down, also just for a little bit, make you feel special and one of the few privileged ones to see his true self.

The feeling of your face on his bare chest, while it goes up and down with a steady rhythm, and soft words escaping from his lips, praising you, while one hand is playing with your hair, relaxing both you and him at the same time.

“When I find myself laying here with you, my love, it seems like the world pause just for a couple of seconds and that’s what I need to keep going”

“I would certain be uncertain with what I would have done if it wasn’t for you presence, sweetheart”

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t go away, I am all yours tonight”

Again, letting butterflies forming in your belly as you think of his soft and loving tone escaping from his lips, a big smile covers your face from one side to another. The instructions on the little note are clear and they give you freedom for the rest couple of hours – it would be a good idea to go home to take some spare clothes for the night and the next day. Taking the panties from his nightstand to put them on, you look around to search for the rest of the clothes, only to find your bra tucked under one of the pillows and your shirt under the bed. While bending to reach it, your eyes glance over the rifle near your nightstand, one of the latest works of Jinx. It was taken from an enforcer, an ‘accidental’ victim of Silco’s attacks of the last period – it is a long but manageable weapon, with a steady rear grip and slim barrel, designed to shoot at long distances but also terribly good at short ones, as you have experienced the rifle’s butt to be a perfect club if needed. The weapon comes in a black colour out of stock, but it is currently decorated with some bright pink and neon blue lines that show its long body, thanks to the hands of Jinx, who was so considerate to also add some optical lenses on the top to help with the aiming. It is one of your most beloved objects and you feel safe just by its presence – also, the commitment of the little girl on it is something that warms your heart every time. Taking the rifle in your hands you notice the signature of a little monkey on the central body, typical of Jinx, this one painted in bright green to show it off.

A tender smile appears on your face as you inspect the arm to see how many bullets are still in the barrel shroud when, all of a sudden, you hear the familiar sound of Silco’s office door and footsteps of someone entering the room. You let the rifle near the door and search once again for your clothes, to be at least a bit presentable in front of the Eye of Zaun, not in a state that tells ‘I actually just got out of bed simply because I had nothing better to do.’ You just want to quickly give him a loving greeting and then go home for a bit, but you have just turned the nob of the bedroom’s door, when the office one is thrown open again, this time with a louder sound and other figures enter the room.

‘I’m busy’ Silco says with an annoyed voice.

After that, you hear the sound of someone’s body plopping on a chair, probably the one in front of the desk, and then a moment of silence. The voice of a certain person that you hate with all of your heart fills the room, setting a tense atmosphere that you can fell through the door.

‘When you took out Vander, - Finn starts saying – I thought, now here’s the man who understands how to run an enterprise. The attitude, the instinct, the eye… the whole package you were – always two steps ahead. But time’s loved you, old man’.

Cold blood starts to flow through your veins at his words, a clear provocation, but you decide anyway to slightly push the door to peek and see the situation for yourself. Silco is seated on his chair, with a glass of what you suppose is his usual whisky in his hand, scanning the room and looking at Finn with a reclined head, glancing in a menacing way in his direction.

‘You with him, are you?’ the rhetorical question of Silco completely ignores Finn and is directed to a person behind him, but they are covered by the bedroom’s door and out of your sight.

‘You screwed up, Silco’ – you know this voice, Renni, one of the chem-barons, not someone to underestimate.

Silco finishes his drink in one sip and sets the empty glass on the desk with a loud thud, before starting speaking with a calm but judging tone.

‘You are too young to remember what the undercity was before it became an enterprise… we had nothing. You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty. Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us. Now, I’m forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leech of their legacies’

Finn’s face is just partially visible to you, you are looking at his back mostly, but you can imagine his annoyed and bored expression facing Silco, not grasping a minimal hint from his words. Sevika, on the other hand, in clearly visible to you, standing behind Silco, a strange look on her face like she is battling with something inside her, eyes fixed on a random spot of the desk, lost in her thoughts but paying attention at the atmosphere at the same time.

An intense and cold shiver runs from your neck to the end of your back, travelling thought the spine as you sense that something is terribly wrong with the situation - Silco being so calm but pissed at the same time, Sevika giving mixed signals and Finn being the unpredictable asshole he always is. Without wasting a moment after this realization, you reach for the rifle making the lightest movements as possible to conceal your presence – the weight of the weapon in your hand and on the right shoulder gives you a moment of relief as you prepare yourself near the door, the tip of the barrel just slightly out of the door’s frame.

Situations of distress and danger are common in Zaun, you have never lived an entire day without the strange subtle feeling of constant notice of the surroundings, to catch potential threats, but this is different. Here is Silco the one that finds himself in an uncomfortable and dangerous position – Sevika is battling something inside her and doesn’t seem her usual self, always so strong, so decisive.

 ‘She is with them’

The thought strikes your brain as you are scrutinizing her through the lenses on the rifle – ‘No, impossible, Sevika has always been his right shoulder, his helper, his loyal guard… she would never…’ but a slight reflex of light on something interrupts your trail of thoughts.

Sevika is slowly taking out her sword from her mechanical arm, now covered with a red poncho – the sunlight had hit the weapon, sending its reflex to your direction, revealing her intensions to you.

‘She is going to do that… Sevika is going to kill him for real’

You were going to lose everything… Silco, Jinx, your life and the things you have built in the last months with him… no more kisses, no more soft whispered words at night, no unconscious movements in the night to embrace you in his arms while you are sleeping – nothing. But you are not so prone to lose everything like this, to some stupid and rebellious plan of some insignificant insect like Finn. A new feel grows in your heart, hotter this time, which starts from your low belly – a sense of danger but also of anger at the same time. You do not agree with the decision that those people in the room had taken and you want to change the planned ending of it.

Aiming directly at Sevika’s face, you adjust your position, slightly parting your leg to give you a more stable position, one eye closed to aim better and not miss the shot. The little green monkey is laughing at you from the rifle’s surface and a light smile appears on your face despite the situation because you can fell in the weapon and in you the strength of Jinx.

Looking back at the room, a vision strikes your heart, which starts pumping blood quickly in your body, making your head pulsing from tension.

‘Today is the day you die, Silco’ – Finn spits.

Sevika rises her drawn sword behind Silco, her red poncho opening like a swing and covering the back of Silco – a wild eagle ready to kill her pray from above.

‘That’s a risk I’ve known all my life… but I still believe in loyalty’

The exact moment in which Silco enounces the last word, the sharp blade of Sevika strikes down and you shoot. The familiar recoil of the rifle hits your shoulder, and a shocked and hurt expression appears on Sevika’s face, as your bullet hits her mechanical arm and not her face, the bullet’s trajectory changed by her sudden movement. Liquid shimmer starts to spill from the hole left by the shot and the woman looks in your direction, intercepting the rifle’s tip and locking her eyes with yours. Your face tells anger, delusion, and fear all together, but when you open the door, revealing yourself, what appears in front of you is completely different from what your heart was suffering for.

Finn is holding his throat, suffocated moans escaping from it, while blood spills from his neck, hands trying to stop the red flowing.

Silco is resting his head on one hand, heavy breathing for a moment that let intend his surprise and fear of what could have happened. But it lasts just for a couple of seconds before his two-coloured gaze sets again on Renni, the furious orange and black eye saying that there will be consequences for this.

‘I would have your son killed for this, though I suppose we are ahead on that account’ he says.

Renni doesn’t even bother to look in your direction, too focused on her failed plan and the urgent need to get out of the room as soon as possible – with trembling legs and an uncoordinated little run, she rushes out of the office, leaving a hurt Sevika, Silco and you alone.

You look at Silco, who has his eye fixed on the desk, still processing what has just happened before moving his head towards you. Eyes locking with eyes, emotions and feelings colliding, hearts pumping and sending signals to brains - his blue eye locks on yours, eyebrows raise with a surprised expression while he acknowledge your presence in the room. What strikes him is your position - legs open for stabilization, rifle still in position on your shoulder, aiming at Sevika while looking at him with intense eyes, a veil blurring your vision, anticipating tears of worries.

A soft oh escapes Silco's mouth - he parts his lips to say something but is interrupted by a shout

“WHAT THE FUCK! YOU SHOT ME! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?” - Sevika retreats her sword and spits her words coming near you

“Oh, for Jenna! I am sorry Sevika, I am sorry… I thought you were…were… I mean, I know you would have never but…I mean…”

“I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT! YOU SHOT ME AND YOU WERE AIMING FOR THE FACE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAM MIND!?” Sevika arrives in front of you with heavy steps, eyes filled with range and fury, while holding the injured arm, stopping the shimmer from pouring all over the carpet.

“DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING SHOUT AT ME SEVIKA! I WAS PROTECTING HIM! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CLEAR, NOT RISING YOUR FRICKING SWORD IN THAT WAY!”

“DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

Sevika and you are shouting in the middle of the office, right in front of Flinn's dead body, still on the chair, while his blood is clotting on his vest. Sevika is furious, her eyes are burning with hot flames coming straight from her soul.

“Did you really think I would have done something like that to him?! How can you be so stupid, for fuck’s sake”

“I…I'm sorry, but you should have seen your face, Sevika, I am sorry…”

“So, you think you can actually read my goddamn mind with just a simple glance at my face. What are you, a fucking psychic?”

You open your mouth to respond, offended by the woman's words and tone, but a soft paternalistic voice cuts you out.

“Children, quit it, arguing won't clean my office from this incompetent's dead body. Sevika, dispose of him. You stay, - and his eyes sets upon you - we need to have a little chat”

Sevika grunts in your face, fury still surrounding her, before silently carrying Finn’s body on one of her shoulders and out of the room. Once the door is closed behind her, Silco gets up to lock the door - a big red stain can be seen on the chair and little purple lines traces the previous movements of Sevika and her arm.

“I am sorry Silco. I thought you were going towards some serious trouble… I couldn't stand the idea of… I don't know… seeing you injured… or, worse, seeing you de…”

“Shut up” - his words cut your voice. “Sit down” Silco says, pointing his finger in his chair’s direction. His tone is demanding and doesn’t leave any possibility of reply – you proceed to sit on his tall chair, right in front of the greenish window, as Silco positions himself between you and the desk, leaning on the desk. His gaze is pointing, puzzling, set on your face, emotions blocked by his strong self-control.

“Do you understand what you were about to perform? Can you grasp what the consequences of your actions would have been? Shooting Sevika is not something that I would be so eager to experience in my office. Let’s hear what you have to say”

“I was getting ready to go home, before returning for dinner, when I heard some noises and saw what was going on. I relied on my instincts, and I grabbed the rifle – I hold the position but when I saw Sevika, I couldn’t hold myself… I misunderstood the situation… I thought you were in trouble…Silco I…”

“Instincts can be deceiving, sweetheart, and bring us on the wrong path. Allow me to explain the importance of self-control” – Silco stands up from the desk and approach you with a subtle smirk on his face. You tilt you head up to meet his eyes and give him a confused look, not understanding what is happening. Silco looks down and invites you to follow his gaze – still puzzled, you do so just to encounter his crotch right in front of your eyes. There is indeed a bulge forming in his pants.

“You see, sweetheart, what you cause me, appearing in my office with a rifle and nothing but my shirt and little panties on, just to ensure I was all right? I would bend you over right away to give you the punishment you merit for an action like that, making you cry until you come all over my desk, but I am controlling myself because I have something else in mind for you tonight.” – after his words, you actually become aware of you situation – seated on his chair, wearing just his black shirt and underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination while the smell of blood still hovers in the air. But the adrenaline of before still flows in your veins, greedy to find a way out of your body.

“Your self-control is impeccable as always, Sil, but I find myself rather drawn by your proposal of a punishment. I think you own me one, given my out-of-mind actions of before” – you say, imitating his vocal cadence.

“I normally would punish you in another way, but the sight of you all pretty seated on my chair is not something I want to waste today. Let’s say that you can start by taking it in your mouth, then we will see how to proceed”.

A smirk appears on his face, a lascivious blue eye set on your body, semi-exposed by the large shirt – looking at his expression, you find yourself impatience to discover your punishment.

Hi guysss! Hope you have enjoyed the story so far 😊

I leave you here the rifle's picture - it is the same as Caytlin's (love her weapon) but in the story it is a little modified by Jinx.

"Loyalty"

Silco×f!reader - Preview

Hi guys! 🌸

I am currently writing a two part fanfiction because I need to satisfy my monthly writing craving, and Silco is always the first choice obv. The story is set during the scene of Finn's death in Silco's office - the first part goes easy peasy, but I am planning to make the second one a smut.

I want to give you a little peak of the story, stay tuned 🩵

‘She is going to do that… Sevika is going to kill him for real’

You were going to lose everything… Silco, Jinx, your life and the things you have built in the last months with him… no more kisses, no more soft whispered words at night, no unconscious movements in the night to embrace you in his arms while you are sleeping – nothing.

But you are not so prone to lose everything like this, to some stupid and rebellious plan of some insignificant insect like Finn. A new feel grows in your heart, hotter this time, which starts from your low belly – a sense of danger but also of anger at the same time. You do not agree with the decision that those people in the room had taken and you want to change the planned ending of it.

Aiming directly at Sevika’s face, you adjust your position, slightly parting your legs to give you a more stable position, one eye closed to aim better and not miss the shot. The little green monkey is laughing at you from the rifle’s surface and a light smile appears on your face despite the situation because you can fell in the weapon and in you the strength of Jinx.

Looking back at the room, a vision strikes your heart, which starts pumping blood quickly in your body, making your head pulsing from tension.

‘Today is the day you die, Silco’ – Finn spits.

ugh, fineeeeee *opens incognito tab*

no but really, HOLY SHIT ‼️

Hands - Silco x F!Reader

Notes: This is one of the filthiest things I have ever written. it is pure porn, and I fully had to walk away from it twice to calm myself down. I didn't describe Silco in any detail here, so you can easily imagine it as both young and old. Please read the warnings carefully before reading. This genuinely uses the word hand 25 times, and finger 38 times 😳 Warnings/Rating: MDNI, porn without plot, smut, sub!reader / dom!Silco, hand/finger kink, overstimulation, crying, gagging, begging, pet names, female anatomy, swearing, fingering, finger sucking, praise | 18+ ONLYWordcount: 2.9k Synopsis/Request: Erm... Can you do silco x reader with a SUPER big hand fetish

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“You seem awfully distracted today, is everything okay?” Silco’s voice was low and gravelly as he purred in your ear. You jumped as he pulled you out of your daze, acutely aware of the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear, but your mind was focused on the feeling of his slender fingers splayed out across your lower back as he pressed himself closer to you, keeping your conversation away from prying ears. 

You couldn’t do anything except nod, a tight ‘mh-hmm’ forcing itself from behind your tightly pressed together lips. You attempted a smile, but you knew he could see right through you when it came across more flustered than content. 

He exhaled a faint laugh, barely more than a scoff as his lips curled up into a cruel smirk, “I think you’re lying…” he drawled, lips brushing dangerously against the shell of your ear this time, dragging his lower lip along the edge of the cartilage just slightly, but enough to have your breath hitching in your throat. His arm had wrapped around you now, leaving a trail of fire across your skin as he squeezed at the flesh of your hip. 

You swallowed roughly, fighting back a shudder as you closed your eyes, trying to remain upright. He was right, of course. He had been busy working all day, writing and smoking, leaving you nothing to do but lounge nearby and watch him. More specifically, watching his hands as his lithe fingers curled around his pen or his smoke, twirling them when he was deep in thought, tapping against the desk when he grew frustrated, reaching to his mouth as he licked his middle digit before turning a page… 

You were, in a word, frustrated. And that was putting it lightly. Everytime his tongue darted out to wet the pad had you shifting in your seat, trying to find some friction against your clit using the seam of your underwear, skin burning every time you moved and realised how soaked you were, glancing at the clock and praying the minutes would tick by quicker and he would be done for the day. You had learned in the few months you had dated him that he was not a man who appreciated distractions, no matter how desperately you wanted to sink down on those pale digits, worshipping each one.

“Are you going to put me out of my misery and tell me?” he mused, his voice light and teasing as he flicked his eyes over your body slowly, wetting his lips as he reached your face again. 

You felt your skin go hot as his spare hand came up to clasp your chin, tilting your head slightly to look at him. Your eyes instinctively flicked down to it, struggling to see his fingers in the edges of your vision, but feeling the callus on his thumb against your lower lip as he parted them for you. You tried to pull away gently, but he tightened his grip just enough to keep you still, “Don’t hide from me now, love. Don’t pretend you haven’t been fidgeting in your chair all day waiting for me.” His know-it-all smirk made you want to roll your eyes, but you knew better than that. 

Your eyes flicked down to his hands again the best they could, not trusting your voice as your heart sped up in your chest and your breathing along with it. 

His eyes followed yours before widening, the smirk dropping from his face as he put two and two together. 

“My, my,” he started, swallowing thickly as he brushed his thumb over your lip, the rough tip pushing past just enough to catch your teeth, “who would have thought my hands were enough to get you going, love.” You would have dissolved in your own embarrassment had his playful grin not lit up his face again. “Tell me, is that what you were watching so intently today?” 

You nodded pathetically, pressing your chin down into his hand as you did so, the hand on your hip tightening its grip. His thumb left your lip, dragging it down and letting it flick back up as you watched him intently, breath coming out in deep pants as he pressed it to his own lips, sucking your saliva off before rolling his tongue over his lip. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he murmured before removing his body from yours completely, tapping you quickly on the arse. “Off you go,” he gestured with his head in the general direction of the stairs towards your bedroom and you gulped, brain taking a moment to catch up to what was happening before you scurried at an almost embarrassing pace towards it. 

It felt like an eternity until he joined you, having already shrugged off his vest and undone the top few buttons of his shirt as he pushed the bedroom door closed behind him, rolling his sleeves up halfway up his arms. 

He chuckled when he saw you scramble to your knees at the edge of the bed as he approached you, your mind already a hazy fog as you took him in, watching his fingers fold the fabric precisely around his forearms. 

“Gods, you really are a slut for my fingers, aren’t you?” He taunted, unable to drop his smirk. 

“Don’t tease,” you whined, embarrassment rising in your chest like bile. He shushed you, hand once again coming to cup your jaw, 

“I would never,” he said sincerely, eyes locking with yours so you knew he was serious. “I am just surprised you kept it to yourself for so long. I feel bad for depriving you of them,” his cocky grin was back almost as soon as it had disappeared, laughing softly as you whined, so receptive to his touch already. “How about I fix that, hm?” he asked and you nodded, a little more desperately than you meant to. “Words, dove,” he prompted, the glint of seriousness in his eyes again. 

“Yes, please,” you begged breathily, shutting your eyes against the feeling of his hands raking softly through your hair, pulling the loose strands from your face. 

“Tell me what you want.” 

You swallowed thickly, your voice coming out as a stutter, “Wanna suck on them, please…” your voice was little more than a whisper. It was Silco’s turn to flush, lips parting with a soft gasp, the mere thought of it going straight to his cock, stirring it in his already tight pants. 

He brought his fingers up to your lips again slowly, tracing the pads over your waiting lips slowly for a second, “well then, be my guest,” he purred and you instantly accepted his invitation, pulling his first two fingers into your mouth to his knuckles, pressing your warm tongue to the pads as you closed your lips around them and suckled experimentally, sighing as you did so. His eyes were blown wide, irises near black, as he watched you, knelt in front of him as you pulled back and bobbed your head back down again, eyes fluttering shut as you focused, one of your hands pressed to the mattress between your knees for balance and the other grasping his thin wrist for leverage. 

After a few shallow movements, you opened your eyes again, locking onto his as you took his digits to the back of your throat, gagging just a little as clipped nails hit the back wall, lips around his first knuckle and holding them for a moment before sliding back, sucking all the while and filling the air with the wet sounds of your saliva. 

“Holy shit,” Silco gasped as you lost yourself in the movements, your mouth growing wetter each time you took his fingers all the way in, your spit starting to dribble down the palm of his hand as your lips pursed around him, growing puffy with each subsequent motion. His spare hand came down to his trousers, flicking at the button to try and relieve some of the tension as he watched you, enthralled. The warm wetness and roughness of your tongue as you pressed his fingers to the roof of your mouth made him wish it was his cock between those pretty lips of yours. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard his zip and you smirked as best you could around his digits, suddenly far more confident once you saw the evidence he was just as into it all as you were. 

You groaned in protest as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, the tips lingering on your lower lip as he took you in as you drooled slightly before letting your lip flick up again and removing his wrist from your hold. 

Suddenly moving a lot quicker, he surged forward, lips crushing against yours hungrily and wasting no time parting them to press his tongue against yours, allowing you to suck on it softly and pulling a groan from his throat. His hand, still wet with your saliva wrapped around your throat experimentally, not squeezing, but holding you in place against him as he eased you back down onto the bed, knee coming between yours as he crawled over you. 

The feeling of his fingers against your skin, fingertips pressed into your pulsepoint, made you dizzy and he hadn’t even applied pressure. His fingers were warm from your mouth and sticky against the skin, splayed out to cover your whole throat, allowing you to focus on the feeling of them as he rolled his tongue over yours, kissing you frantically, like a man starved. 

You pressed your head back as he fingers dragged away from the skin, trying to press back into his touch as if you might fade away when he wasn’t touching you, and he snickered, hands working quickly to free you from your shirt, tugging his own over his head, not bothering with the rest of the buttons as his lips reattached themselves to your body, trailing searing hot kisses across and down the exposed skin, a trail of his own saliva glistening lightly in the dim bedroom light. 

His hands likewise trailed down your sides, digging is nails in just enough to raise the skin, forcing you to arch into his touch, “Silco,” your voice was more of a exhale as he dragged them tantalisingly slowly down to your hips before tightening his grip, pressing you to the bed and holding you still as his lips ghosted over your waist band. The delicate muscles flexed, the veins running across the back of his hands popping as his heart thumped in his chest.

He looked up at you briefly from between your legs, watching for your fervent nod before he slowly worked the button undone, allowing you to watch as his practised fingers pinched at the fabric and then pulled at the zip. He laughed lightly as you lifted your hips impatiently, eyes fixated on where his tendons flexed beneath the skin with the light effort of pulling the fabric down your legs, taking your frankly ruined underwear with them. 

He was always one for foreplay, usually coaxing at least one orgasm out of you before satisfying himself, but this felt different. 

You whined, gyrating your hips against nothing as you grew impatient under his lustful stare, “Sil…” you whined, huffing as he chucked. 

“Let’s see how much you really like these hands of mine,” he breathed before dragging the tip of his middle finger up your folds, barely parting them, but he could already feel how wet you were. Hours of watching him paired with his teasing was enough to have you a mess, dripping as if you had already cum. “My, my…” he breathed, fanning over you and making you squirm at the sudden coolness. 

He watched, mesmerized, as his fingers parted your folds at last, running just either side of your clit, less to tease you, and more to admire your mess before he finally brushed the pads of his thumb over your clit, rolling it gently back and forth as you shuddered beneath him. 

“Sit up,” he ordered, a sly look crossing his face, pausing his actions momentarily, pulling away from you.  

“Wh-what?” you breathed, looking at him confused but obliging anyway, leaning against your arms and cocking your head as he stood, settling his weight behind you and pulling you gently back by the shoulders, pressing your back against his chest and caging you between his legs. His arms wrapped around you again, fingers resting on your inner thighs. 

“You like my hands?” he smirked, fingers toying with your slit again softly, waiting for you to nod, biting your lip between your teeth as he teased you, “then watch them ruin you.” You gasped, eyes shooting open again as he finally put pressure against your clit, rolling in sudden, tight circles that had you moaning against him. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly, head dropping so your head back so it rested against his shoulder at the long delayed pleasure, only for him to stop again. 

You opened your eyes again with a frustrated pant, turning to try and look at him only to see him raise an eyebrow at you. “I said, watch,” he repeated, restarting his movements slowly as you swallowed, eyes flicking back down to where his hand met the apex of your thighs. 

“Good pet,” his lips quirked up into a smirk as you shuddered. His fingers dipped down to your entrance, middle digits pressing against your entrance just enough to slip past, gathering more of your wetness just to retract them, spreading it  up and over your clit again. 

You were hyperfocused on the shining slick that coated them, stringing between each knuckle as he parted them in a display for you, before dipping them back down again, pressing more urgently this time and slipping into you with no resistance, the fingers either side pressing into your skin. Your jaw dropped with a low groan as you watched them disappear into you, the palm of his slender hand coming to cup your sex as he stilled inside you. He flicked his fingers experimentally, pressing them against your front wall and rolling them slowly yet roughly in ‘come-hither’ motions, pulling the breath from your lungs in desperate pants as he brushed time and time again over your spongy spot, only to pull them out again, leaving just the tips against your hole, giving you good time to watch them sink back in slowly, your lips swallowing them. You swore you could have cum from the visual alone, the sound of your slick wetness reverberating around your bedroom. 

Pulling his fingers from you again, he lifted them to your parted lips, pressing them against your tongue and encouraging you to suck, eagerly wrapping your lips around the digits again and bobbing your head quickly, groaning sinfully as his other hand continued to toy with your clit, flat fingers slapping the bundle of nerves and sending shocks of pleasure through your system, hips bucking wildly as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. 

Your tongue rolled around his fingers again, tears stinging the corner of your eyes as he pushed them to the back of your throat as he slid into you again, fighting to keep your eyes open as he pumped his fingers into you, your vision blurring as you clenched around him, your thighs instinctively trying to close around his wrist. 

“Ah ah,” he pulled his fingers from your mouth, wrapping his hand around one of your thighs and holding it open, wet fingers digging into the muscle, allowing his other wrist to move freely as he sped up his movements, adding a third finger as you mewled, your own hands gripping at his legs either side of your waist. “You have to be good for me, or I take them away,” he threatened lowly. 

His hand moved from your thigh and ghosted over your clit, his other hand stilling and resuming the rough strokes against your front wall, fighting against them as they clenched with a force that threatened to push them out. 

“Oh fuuuuck,” you drawled, your brain turning to mush but unable to tear your eyes away as his began rough circles on your clit, the flat pads of his fingers rubbing messily from side to side with no precise rhythm. 

“Cum for me, my love,” he purred, lips attaching to your earlobe and sucking it between his teeth, his fingers not slowing as you bucked against him, forcing your eyes to stay open, jaw slack as as his fingers pulled you to the edge, the tight spring in your stomach snapping as you came, shuddering against him and gripping at his wrists as you rode out your high, fucking yourself on his fingers as you pulsed around them, gripping at his wrists. You were vaguely aware of his voice, cooing pet names in your ear as you whimpered at the overstimulation, his fingers continuing their assault on your pussy and drawing the feeling out, but the rush of your blood and your pounding heartbeat made it difficult to hear him. 

“Sil- I-” you gasped, hips trying to writhe away from his touch, only to be trapped against him, forcing you to watch his fingers through tear-blurred eyes as he quickly pulled you right into another high, this time shattering through you and forcing you to cry out. 

Your walls clenched around nothing as he withdrew his fingers, other hand still circling your clit as you squirmed, pushing his now spare hand, soaked with your slick, against your lips again, pressing down on your tongue and muffling your sobs as he brought you down from the edge slowly. The fingers on your clit coming to a slow stop, but still resting their weight against you as you continued to spasm, eyes finally closing with exhaustion as you slumped against him. 

“You did so good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple and slowly withdrawing his fingers from you mouth, sniggering when you suckled on them and whined at the loss of contact. 

[AN: I love how much the tone of this changes when you imagine it with older Silco vs younger Silco. Older Silco is so self-assured and dominant, loving to take you apart just to fell the power over you, while younger Silco is so cocky and eager to please 🤤 urgh and imagining younger Silco's hair falling into his face while he's working you? urghhh]