Alastor Prompt Game

Alastor Prompt Game

Hello there! I'm Dottie (aka dot), and welcome to the first prompt game here on this blog :)

If you've never seen/participated in a prompt game before, not to worry! They are very easy to understand, and this one in particular is meant to be accessible to everyone.

Here's some general information about the prompt game:

This prompt game will run for one week beginning on 02/19/2024 (when this post goes up).

The game will be for Alastor x Reader requests only, but there are no restrictions on what type of x reader fic is requested, so both romantic and platonic are welcome.

With that being said, here's how to "play":

1. Using this spinner, let fate decide the word count for your prompt request. 2. Select a prompt. Feel free to use your own or submit/gain inspiration from either of the prompt lists posted to this blog, which can be found here and here. 3. Send in your prompt and any information you'd like me to know about it alongside the randomly generated word count number you spun for previously.

Happy requesting <3

Practice & Patience Part 2

[Explicit] AO3

Part 1

Silco x f!reader, soft Silco, Smut, virgin!reader, insecure reader, first time, cunnilingus, hand job, blow job, first time blow job, masturbation

Word count: 4k

You and Silco continue to explore a series of firsts.

You had just come for the very first time.

You had just gone through a few firsts actually. Each one more amazing than the last, all culminating in you coming on Silco's practiced fingers.

As you sit on the edge of Silco's bed, naked, you feel a little different. Like the provocative songs you would hear playing at The Last Drop—their bass line a thumping, pulsing beat as their lyrics spoke of ecstasy and hedonistic pleasure—made just a little more sense. You understand now why someone would want to chase that high, why they'd put themselves in a vulnerable position with another person.

You turn to the man that brought you to your euphoria, warmth still blushing your cheeks, and see him in a new light. While you had always seen Silco as an attractive man, now he was downright irresistible.

You bring your lips to his, smiling against him when you feel him jump a little at your touch, surprised by your sudden, eager display. But it doesn't take long for him to recover, his tongue pressing past the part of your lips to claim yours as his own.

Between kisses, you speak with shallow breaths.

“I want— mmm— I want to make you feel— as good as you made me feel.”

He hums, his chest rumbling into your back.

“Is that so?” he teases.

You nod enthusiastically as you turn your torso to better kiss him. His arms wrap around you, pulling you down onto the bed. You're more than willing to follow, allowing him to situate you over him, your pelvis pressing against his naked erection.

You shift above him to straddle him when his hands grip your hips, pausing your movements with an uncharacteristically unsure call of your name.

“Let's slow down,” he says, something unfamiliar lacing his words. Is it panic? “We don't need to do that right away.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. Your voice comes out as a whisper.

“Do you not want to?”

He props himself up on his elbows, chest heaving as he regains his breath.

“Of course I want to.” He sits up fully, bringing both his hands to cradle your face. You can smell yourself on one of them and you’re not quite sure if you like it or not. But then Silco's voice pulls your attention back to him. “But there are a lot of things we can do between what we just did and that.”

Oh.

You blink, suddenly feeling foolish. 

“Of… of course,” you reply, trying to hide how dejected you feel.

“Hey,” he coos, dual-toned eyes swimming as they look back and forth between your two eyes. “I want you. I do. But I also want you to enjoy each first.”

He presses his lips to your forehead.

“There's no rush. We'll get there, I swear it.”

“You… do want me?”

He nods.

“You're not… grossed out by me?”

“What?” His face twists, almost insulted by your words. “Why would I be?”

Your hand wraps around Silco's wrist, pulling it away from your face. Your heart rate ticks up and it's not from arousal, but from nerves building back up again.

“You don't— But I—” you take a deep breath before continuing. “You're not turned off by… my smell down there?”

Silco blinks.

You take his stunned expression as confirmation.

“I'm sorry! I should've washed better! But I'm also pretty sure I shouldn't wash like that down there, but, I don't know, maybe I could've used perfume or something—”

Silco lets out a bark of laughter. It's an unfamiliar sound and its timing in your moment of panic sends a dagger to your chest. As he laughs, he says your name over and over.

“My dear, that's what you're worried about? The smell?”

“Yes!” indignation rising behind your ribs. Your afterglow is long gone, replaced with frigid regret.

“Smells happen during sex,” he offers. “And let me show you just how ‘turned off’ I am by yours.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you watch him bring his hand—the one that had so thoroughly pleasured you—up to his face. He locks eyes with you, opens his mouth, and licks a line from his palm up to the tips of his middle and ring fingers. Your eyes widen at the display and he continues further, opening his mouth enough to push both fingers in. He wraps his lips around the digits and makes a show of sucking off every last bit of your juices from his fingers, releasing them with a pop.

You're both confused and a little aroused.

That is definitely a first.

“You, my dove…” He licks his lips. “Taste of nectar from the gods.”

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder. “Stop it!”

“It's true,” he insists, bringing his lips to your ear, his breath hot on your skin as his nose presses to your temple. “Here.” He pulls back, bringing his clean hand up to cradle your face. “Taste for yourself.”

Your eyes narrow, then immediately widen when he crashes his lips into yours. You've no choice but to taste the lingering arousal that's left on his mouth, on his tongue. 

That's what I taste like?

Neither good nor bad. A flavor you cannot pinpoint, one you've never tasted before.

As Silco presses his tongue into your mouth, heat pools in your belly. Something about you both giving and taking freely of your juices making you weak in the knees.

When finally Silco pulls away, he does so with a smirk.

“See?” He wipes the side of his lips with the pad of this thumb before kissing it clean. “You're delectable.”

Your walls clench around nothing.

“And if you'll allow me one day,” he purrs, his free arm wrapping around your waist. “I'd like to sample it from the source.”

Your eyes lock with his and watch as his dual-toned gaze wanders down your body, settling on your sex.

Heat rushes back into your cheeks. The mental image of Silco's face buried between your legs sends warmth to your core, equal parts embarrassment and curiosity.

Your throat bobs. Silco's eyes lift at the sound, studying your face.

“To…” You take in a deep inhale, letting it out as a shaky exhale. “Today could be that day.”

Scarred lips, slightly parted, twitch upward. Then—

A sweet sting of pain as Silco's hands dig into your waist—half pulling, half pushing—as he twists, reorienting your world in the blink of an eye until you find yourself on your back, staring up at his ceiling, a gasp pushed out your throat at the sudden change.

Silco's on top of you.

Silco is naked on top of you.

And you're naked underneath him.

Your nipples harden at the realization.

Toned forearms cage in your head as his hands grip the sheets on either side of you. He looks down at you with a predatory hunger. And as he lowers himself onto you, bringing his mouth to kiss and suck the tender skin of your neck, you melt into his touch, content to be devoured as his prey.

He uses every bit of his mouth as he trails it against your form: his tongue lapping at the beads of sweat on your skin, his lips sucking bruises to blossom all over you, his teeth dragging against you, sending chills up your spine. 

He works his way down your neck, across your collarbone, settling on your breast to once again wrap his lips around your hardened bud. You quiver under his ministrations, powerless.

You watch as he slowly lowers himself further, his nose now pressing into your navel. Lips parted, your breaths come out shallow as your heart hammers behind your ribs.

Lower and lower he goes, his hands smoothing down your thighs as he does. Then, long fingers hook under your knees and yank, pulling your ass to the edge of the bed.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching intently as Silco sink down to his knees, his face level with your glistening core. His hands are warm as they rest on either of your knees and you part them further, waiting with bated breath.

Ocean green and volcanic orange eyes lock with yours.

His voice is low, a purring Chemtank engine. His breath is hot against your skin and your walls clench at the sensation.

“You won't regret this.” He licks his lips. “I promise.”

His tongue, hot and flat, glides through your folds, making your hips buck into his face, your hands clenching the sheets on either side of you. 

“Fuck!” You cry out at the sensation, somehow even better than his fingers.

You feel his hands on your legs, draping your knees over his shoulders as he swipes his tongue against your core again, sending another wave of pleasure to course through your veins.

He continues to lap at you, his enjoyment evident by the way he hums in delight against your folds, as if he's enjoying a 5-star meal. Then—

His lips purse, wrap around your clit, and suck.

“Ah!”

One hand flies up to tangle your fingers into his hair, your hips chasing his mouth, silently begging for more.

And he is more than happy to oblige.

Unconsciously, you start to grind yourself against him, rocking your hips with every movement of his tongue, every suck of his lips. You're certain you'll burst into a thousand pieces with the way your blood burns under your skin, a fire raging within you. 

A familiar sensation as you feel your pleasure building, rising to unsustainable heights. Your legs shake and you feel tingling in the soles of your feet, your toes clenched as Silco laps at you like a man starved. Higher and higher, your arousal builds until—

Silco presses two fingers into you.

And you immediately break.

A long, wanton wail of his name rushes past your lips as your clit throbs in his mouth, your walls pulsing around his practiced fingers. He pumps his digits into you, guiding you through your release that seems to go on for forever, coursing through your veins, lighting every synapse to send wild flashes of color behind your eyes.

Chest heaving, you pant through your climax, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness and release. If your first orgasm was a thunderstorm, this one is a tsunami, bowling over everything you've ever known, wiping clean your previous definitions of “pleasure.” It's torrential and relentless, leaving nothing in its wake but utter destruction.

How can you ever go back?

You're forever changed.

The timeline of your life is fractured in two, a divide separating the whole of your human experience into two separate segments: before this moment and everything after.

When finally your climax calms, Silco's movements stilling and your hips returning back down to the bed, you're acutely aware of the thunderous beating of your heart. It pounds behind the cage of your ribs, struggling to keep up. 

Your hands come up to shield your face, reddened from arousal and exhaustion.

And you laugh.

A small giggle at first, but then it morphs into an earnest laugh, pulling your lips up into a wide smile and shaking your shoulders with each exhale. You're barely aware of Silco wiping his mouth clean and crawling back on top of you, watching.

When you open your eyes to see him looking down at you with a curious expression, you laugh even harder.

His lips curl into a smile, slightly unsure as he's not in on the joke. His hands wrap around your wrists, beckoning you to pull them away, to show him your face. 

“What's so funny?” He hums.

“I waited—” you laugh almost derisively. Not at Silco, but at yourself. “So long to do any of this.”

Silco's face softens as he listens.

“And…”

You're at a loss for words.

Perhaps this is what it means to be fuckdrunk.

You look up at your lover, mouth moving but no sounds coming out as years of frustration, longing, and anxiety come to a sudden end.

“Why?” You whisper. “Why did I wait so long?”

His eyebrows curl inwards at that. Bending down, he cradles your face in his hands, holding you steady to stare up at him.

“You did what was best for you. You did it in your own time.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, mismatched eyes tracing over your face.

“You didn't buckle to any external pressures or settle for something that you would come to regret.”

He smiles down softly at you and you return it, warmth in your chest.

“And I find that admirable.”

Your heart skips a beat at the declaration.

“You do?”

He nods, his thumb a steady rhythm on your cheek as he swipes it back and forth.

“You amaze me.”

You feel so overcome, a mix of the heady orgasm you’re still recovering from and Silco’s tender, wonderful words. A familiar sting forms behind your eyes and you reach out for him, hands cradling his jaw as you bring your lips to his, your eyes squeezed tight. He hums into the kiss, bringing one hand to the back of your head.

He’s been so good to you. So patient. So gentle. You want nothing more than to show your gratitude, your appreciation.

As he deepens the kiss, you bring your hands down to his shoulders before trailing them down to feel his chest. At the delicate touch of your fingertips, you feel his muscles tense and relax. Lips locked and eyes shut, you paint yourself a picture of Silco’s body using your hands, exploring every inch of scarred skin, nails dragging along his sternum, palm splaying against his abs. There’s a small tickle against your hand as you feel the trail of hair that leads from his belly button down to his shaft and you follow the trail down with purpose, dominant hand reaching out to wrap your fingers around him.

He breaks off the kiss at your touch, his mouth hanging open as you squeeze.

“Not too hard, darling,” he gasps, one hand quick to find yours.

“But— but don’t guys like it when it’s… tight?”

He chuckles, his good eye opening to look at you.

“Yes, but…” His hand wraps around yours, guiding you. “Here, like this.”

His fingers squeezing around your hand, he tugs upward, gliding your hand up to his reddened head before slowly smoothing it down again. It’s a steady rhythm with not too much pressure, focusing on his sensitive tip. After a few more strokes, he releases his grasp on your hand, bringing it back up to clench the sheets by your head. His good eye flutters closed as he savors your touch, his chest rising and falling with each heady breath.

“Yes, just like that…” he whispers. He lets out a particularly deep exhale and you can feel the full body shiver as it courses through him. “Oh, it’s been so long,” he sighs.

You continue to work him, eyes searching his face for approval.

“You… like that?” You ask meekly.

His good eye opens, but it’s half-lidded, heavy with want. “Very much so,” he all but growls.

That sends a sweet thrill up your spine and warmth to the apex of your legs. You watch with parted lips in awe, taking in Silco’s expression. It’s one you’ve never seen before. A level of relaxation, of pleasure, you’ve never witnessed. You don’t dare blink, not wanting to miss a single second of such a precious moment.

But then, your wrist starts to cramp, the angle of your position awkward, the pace of your strokes slowing. Silco takes note and starts to lower himself, turning so he’s resting on his side next to you. Wordlessly, you follow, turning in tandem with him, holding his erection all the while. And soon, your positions are reversed with Silco on his back and you hovering above him. You adjust your grip on him, eyes wide as you get your first real up-close look at his cock.

“Enjoying the view?”

Your eyes flick up to see Silco smirking down at you. 

“I…” Your words falter. “I just…I want to make you feel good—”

“You are—”

“But I don’t know if I can… handle all of you.”

“We don’t have to do that yet.” He lets out a soft groan when your hand squeezes just a little harder. “Just this is…” He never finishes his sentence, instead opting to hum out his approval.

You try to experiment with your strokes, hand gliding down his entire length and back up. He seems to enjoy it by the way his head falls back onto the bed, his good eye closed. Then, an idea pops into your head. You switch hands briefly before bringing your dominant hand up to your mouth, spitting into it. Then, you swap back, bringing your now wet palm to his length.

“Gods, yes,” he whispers to no one in particular, his hips chasing the movement of your hand. “You learn quickly.”

Blush rises to your cheeks at the praise and you suddenly feel the need to make him do it again. To sing your praises, to tell you how good you’re doing.

So you do the best thing you can think of.

Lowering yourself, you bring your lips to the head of his cock, planting a sweet kiss to it, your eyes all the while on Silco’s face. You see the moment his good eye flicks open, his eyebrows lifting to his hairline as he stares down at you. His mouth hangs open as he looks at you in equal parts awe and determination. There’s a fire behind both eyes; it laps at your skin, making you burn all over.

He lets out a soft chuckle, low and dark.

“Oh, darling.” He brings one hand up to softly run through your hair. “I cannot tell you how many times I have pictured you just like this.”

Your walls clench around nothing.

Eyes locked with his, you part your lips and wrap them around the head of his cock. He tastes of salt as you swipe your tongue along him. When his hips buck at the sensation, you do it again. Slowly but surely, you learn how to listen and to look for his nonverbal signs of approval. The way he holds back a moan, the way he squeezes his good eye shut. Hand still wrapped around his base, you hollow your cheeks and do an experimental suck. The groan that forces its way out of Silco’s throat is enough to tell you to keep going.

Then, remembering the movement of Silco’s hand as he was guiding you before, you try to bob your head, just enough to rub against his sensitive tip. His fingers dig into your hair and you whimper, the slight sting of pain in your scalp sending lightning to your core.

You continue to work him, mindful of your teeth, but you can feel an ache growing in your jaw. You try to power through, determined to make him come the same way he had made you. But your wrist is getting tired and you feel like you’re reaching your limit. Without realizing it, your pace slows again. Finally, you give up, pulling your mouth off him as you shake your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m not good at this.”

Silco takes a few seconds to recover, his good eye still shut. “You were doing wonderful—”

“But I can’t make you come.”

“It’s okay; it just takes practice, darling.”

He props himself up on his elbows to look at you.

Your heart sinks, feeling like a failure. Like you're keeping him from experiencing something that should come so naturally. Like you're holding him back from a better partner who knows what they're doing.

You're pulled from your thoughts when you feel his hand cup your chin, willing you to look at him.

“Remember what I said? I want you and I want you as you are. That includes this. You're perfect as you are.”

You shake your head, unwilling to accept that.

“I'm not. I can't even make you—”

“Shhhh…” he gently places the pad of his forefinger against your lips. “Don't give up just yet.”

Your eyebrows furrow.

“There are still ways you can help me.”

You feel movement below you and look down to see Silco reaching for his cock. You release your hold on it as he takes it, stroking himself. The sight of it has your eyes widening, unable to look away from it. Slowly, you lift your eyes, scanning his body as he continues to pump his fist. The small trail of hair at his navel with peeks of gray, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his stomach twitches at a particularly good stroke. Your eyes continue their journey upward to find his lips slightly parted, tendrils of his hair matted to his forehead.

How is he so…

Your eyes lock with his.

So beautiful and so hot at the same time?

“Kiss me,” he says, fire burning in his gaze.

And you obey.

Leaning down, you bring your lips to his, your tongue quick to explore the inside of his mouth. He hums into the kiss, his free hand finding a place to settle at the base of your head, fingertips tangling into your hair. Your hands find his shoulders, digging into him with your nails, pulling a purr of a hum from his throat.

You wonder what other sounds you can get out of him.

Hands trail down his chest, forefinger and thumb wrapping around a nipple and squeezing. His hips jump and his mouth falls open at the touch, followed quickly by a soft growl.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks, voice rumbling like a Chemtank engine.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“I liked it; I thought you might, too.”

The hand at your neck slides down your front and he answers with a pinch of his own to your hardened bud. You gasp out, giggling.

“Can’t say anyone’s ever tried it till now,” he muses, the pace of his strokes getting a little faster. “Do it again,” he growls.

“I’ll do you one better.”

You lean forward, trailing a line of kisses from his neck down to his chest. He hums at the touch and, without looking, you can tell that he’s pushed his head back into the bed, his good eye fluttering closed. You wrap your front teeth around his nipple and bite down gently, quickly rewarded with another twitch of his hips.

The hand at his cock is going impossibly fast now, his chest heaving as his breaths leave him in quick, short puffs, his hips rocking all the while. 

You could be wrong—given you’ve never done this before—but you’re pretty sure he’s getting close to his orgasm.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you try to think of something to send him over the edge. A lightbulb goes off in your mind and you bring your lips up to his ear, teeth a quick nibble at his lobe. You’re met with a satisfying low groan and Silco’s rumbling words.

“Oh, she’s so eager to please, isn’t she?”

“Just for you,” you whisper, finding confidence in yourself you’ve never had before. “Only for you, Silco.”

At that, he lets out a low moan. You straighten up just in time to see the reddened head of his cock shoot ropes of his cum onto his stomach, his fist continuing to pump as he rides out his high. Unblinking, you watch Silco come undone underneath you, eyes drinking in every last bit of his pleasure. You feel a strange sense of pride bubble up within you, as well as a deep, deep urge to see it all over again.

As he starts to catch his breath, you swing your leg around and off him, eyes casting to the bathroom door for a towel. Just as you’re about to jump off the bed, Silco’s hand wraps around your wrist.

“Stay,” he says, voice broken as if from just waking up. “Stay with me.”

He brings an arm up in invitation and you nestle next to him, your pelvis pressed to his hip as you rest your head on his chest. He pulls you closer before bringing his lips to the crown of your head and planting a tender, breathless kiss there. You lay together, listening to his heartbeat, first a thunderous drumming but soon a soothing rhythm.

Exhaustion overtakes you.

And you both fall asleep.

A/N: I find it hilarious that I couldn't put anything above the Read More because the first line mentions coming lolol Think reader's getting the hang of it hehe There's still plenty left for these two lovebirds to explore, so I'm sure at one point when the desire strikes, I will write another installment.

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Letters from Silco

In classic me fashion, I have discovered a new hyperfixation within my Silco brainrot and that is writing letters from Silco by hand. I started it with the letter found in TMSA 27 and now I've written one for all Silco simps to enjoy.

A Reminder

Word count: 250

Tags: Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, short-term long distance, soft Silco, horny Silco, suggestive language but no actual smut

My dearest,

I regret that my work has pulled me from you for this long. You can be certain that the person responsible for the mishap—for extending the need for my presence—will be facing serious consequences. This project becomes a larger headache by the day and I must face it without you by my side. But I take comfort knowing that I will be seeing you soon.

I cannot wait to hold you against me again. To look into your eyes and press my lips to yours. I fear, in our time apart, my tongue has forgotten your taste; I'm in desperate need of a reminder. I crave you, need you as a fire needs oxygen.

I have not known relief since leaving your side and I must apologize for the manner in which I intend to reclaim you as mine upon my return. The fervor with which I will devour every last bit of you. I will reacquaint myself with every curve of your body, every exquisite, supple inch of your flesh. I will leave no trace of you untouched, no part of you unworshipped. 

You will not leave my sight for a full day.

I will make sure of it.

But until then, I must work swiftly to get our efforts back on track. The sooner this error has been corrected, the sooner I can come home to you.

Wait for me, my beloved, and I will make up for every day lost. I promise you.

Yours,

Silco

If you would like a (digital copy) of a Silco letter of your own, check out this post for details on how to request one!

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↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Summary: You were Alastor's weakness. Something about you drew him closer into your orbit. He knew this weakness would be his downfall, but he couldn't pull back. No matter how hard he tried.

☒ Contains: fluff, gender!neutral reader, slightly angsty undertones, affectionate!Alastor, also possessive!Alastor, sleeping together (literally), implied established relationship, cuddles, one forehead kiss, Alastor undresses the reader but it is not sexual

☒ Word Count: 1,374

Alastor was alluring. 

The mystery surrounding the radio demon made the man all the more interesting to you. The moment Alastor showed up at your friend Charlie's Hotel all those months back, his gaze fixated on you.

His crimson gaze was intimidating at first. But as more time passed, Alastor's stare became somewhat of a solace to you. You felt safe around him. Especially because overtime he seemed to become possessive with you.

Any time you would get a little too close to the other patrons at the Hotel, Alastor's eye would twitch. He would be at your side in an instant- ushering you away. Keeping his hand firm at your waist as he shot the poor sinner a death glare. 

It was flattering, really. You just didn't seem to understand why. 

Why you? 

But hey, you weren't complaining. Plus, it was probably best not to question it. 

It had been an overwhelmingly exhausting day at the hotel. Charlie had you working overtime in preparation for the newcomers ready to be redeemed. You couldn't help but yawn as you trailed down the corridor. Sleepily swaying from side to side as your half-lidded eyes got heavier with each step. 

Suddenly, you felt yourself slam face-first into something- or rather, someone. 

"Careful now, my dear! If you don't watch where you're going, you could end up in a rather dangerous predicament!"

The static crackle in his voice was all too familiar; Alastor.

One of his hands came up to your waist; fingers playfully tapping along your side. Alastor's other hand grasped your chin, tilting your face up so he could get a good look at you.

"My, my! You're looking rather worn down, my dearest! Seems like Charlie's working you to the bone, hm?"

His Cheshire-like smile caught your eye before your gaze met his crimson orbs. Alastor's eyebrows were knitted in concern, making your heart flutter in your chest. 

"Ah, sorry for running into you, Al. I'm just really sleepy. It's been a long day," Your yawn cut you off before you could say more. Your arms snaked around his slender neck as you rested your head against his chest.

Alastor and yourself never discussed the gravity of your relationship. He was bad with feelings, and even worse at expressing them. What you two had was an unspoken thing, and you felt honored to be able to embrace him in this way; knowing no one else had the privilege to do so.

Alastor let out a low hum, static grumbling in his chest. The vibrations lulled you further into dreamland. That was until Alastor's hands swiftly pulled your thighs up, and on instinct, your legs wrapped around his slender waist. Your eyes fluttered open from the swift gesture, and you tilted your head to read Alastor's expression. 

"Al... what are you doing?" You mumbled softly, tightening your hold around the back of his neck as he began his descent down the hall. 

"Why, I'm taking you to our room, my dearest! Seems as though it's way past your bedtime." His radio static voice held a playful undertone as he pulled the bedroom door open. Carefully, Alastor placed you at the edge of your shared bed. 

On most nights, you slept while he worked on his plans for the next broadcast. Alastor rarely slept, but he adored the peaceful sounds of your labored breaths while you rested. Your captivating visage distracted him- only slightly, most nights while he typed up his script. You were just too adorable for your own good, too entrusting. Too tempting.

"Arms up, my dear!" Alastor quipped in a sing-song voice. Sharp gloved fingernails grazed the bare skin of your waist as he tugged your shirt over your head. You shivered slightly from the touch, a coy smile adorning your features as Alastor worked on removing your pants next. 

Alastor hummed along to a tune you couldn't quite put your finger on as he finished undressing you. You couldn't help how your heart pounded against your ribcage from the way his crimson orbs raked over your frame. Strangely, you felt like he was looking at you as if you were his prey. It sent a wave of adrenaline through your entire being.

"No need to feel demure, my darling. You are truly breathtaking! Quite a sight for sore eyes." His voice lowered slightly at the end of his sentence. Alastor made himself comfortable between your parted thighs as he began undressing himself, crimson gaze never once leaving yours. 

He allowed his overcoat and bowtie to cascade to the floor as he unbuttoned his red dress shirt, slumping it off his broad shoulders. "Thank you, Al... you flatter me too much," You chuckled softly, looking at him quizzically as he began looping your arms through his crimson button-up. 

"Nonsense, my dearest! I speak nothing but the truth." Alastor's voice softened as he fastened a couple of buttons of his shirt around your frame, leaving it rather loose-fitting on you. You smiled up at him softly as he lifted you up once more, carrying you to your side of the bed. Slowly, Alastor lifted the sheets, tucking you under them snuggly.

"There, now my darling is ready for bed!" He cooed. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before darting back up. Just as Alastor was about to turn on his heel to begin his work for the night, your hand wrapped around his wrist. Alastor slowly turned his head, gaze fixated on where your delicate fingers held him.

"Al... can you lay with me? Only for a little- just until I doze off, please?" Your pleading eyes struck something deep from within him. Alastor swore you were his biggest weakness of all, though he would never admit it aloud. Let alone allow any lowly wretch to discover his drawback; you. 

"Well, how can I deny such a sweet little request from you? You did say please, after all!" Alastor wasted no time slithering in beside you, pushing you gently toward his side of the bed. His scarred flesh was cold to the touch as your hands came up to his bare chest. Alastor stiffened slightly under your touch before allowing himself to relax into the plush mattress. 

Alastor let out a hum of approval as you drew shapes into his chest with your fingertips. "Thank you, my love," You yawned. Finally, permitting your droopy eyes to close shut for good tonight. Alastor quietly shushed you before bringing his hands to your waist, holding you firmly against him. 

He became accustomed to your touch, something Alastor never believed would be true in his case. But you were just darling; he couldn't get enough. You were his and his alone. He would make sure everyone in Hell who dared to lay a single finger on you would be the next guest on his broadcast. 

Alastor's smile deepened as he played out his little murder fantasy in his head. Your labored breaths began filling the dimly lit space. The crickets chirped quietly from beyond the forest on the other side of the room. Your legs were tangled beneath the sheets as you sleepily weaved your hands in his two-toned locks. Alastor's breath hitched as your fingernails lightly grazed the base of his ears. A crimson color coated his cheeks. 

As Alastor allowed himself to succumb to your touch, his mind wandered. Just how did he get so soft? How did he allow you to sneak your way into his cold dead heart? His feelings were conflicting. Alastor cared for you deeply, but fuck did it frighten him more than anything. He was a prideful man, cool, calm, and collected. But you caused his mask to slip ever so slightly. 

Just what was he to do about this revelation?

A small sigh crackled out of his throat as his smile slipped; a rare sight to be seen. Alastor's eyes closed softly as he rubbed small circles into your hips with the pads of his thumbs. Allowing himself to drift off into a deep slumber. 

The workload would still be there in the morning after all, but this moment with you was fleeting. So he planned on greedily allowing himself to enjoy your embrace to the fullest tonight. 

The Blood Runs Thicker (part 14) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~*Zombie noises as I crawl from the Christmas grave and back into university*~

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CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama. Possessive behaviour. Very, very heavy smut. Cunnilingus, fingering, riding, mating press.

William pinned you so easily, barely using any strength behind his grip as he felt the already slick fabric of his pants become damper with your friction against his thick thigh, breaking the kiss as he grabbed your wrists and chuckled as you yelped when he wrenched them behind your back, forcing your back to arch into his chest as his head settled into the crook of your neck. Muffling his ragged breath with the warmth against your skin.

His free hand moved up onto one thigh, stroking the warm skin, pausing at the knot of scar tissue he had made before continuing, slipping his rough fingers under the hem of his shirt on your body and groping at your hip, slowing the roll of your hips against his as he planted soft kisses against the delicate skin and fluttering pulse.

Your fingers strained to touch him, touch anything as your heat burned against his thigh, the warmth of his breath against your neck making little whimpers of desperation fall from your lips. Some might have called you a monster for enjoying a murderer in the way you were, but you didn't care. If this was the punishment you received for leading a life to it's end, then you were all too happy to lead more astray and bow your head to the dark. Legs trembling either side of his thigh, you tipped your head back in pleasure as you felt a small knot of pleasure building in your stomach, trembling in his iron grip. There was no doubt that you were at his mercy.

Cold air hit your skin all too fast as it took you a second to register the sound of ripping fabric, gasping as you felt all too hot and freezing all at once as William balled up what was left of his t-shirt and threw it somewhere into the room. His silver eyes scanned you hungrily, drawing lazy lines across your body, watching your chest rise and fall with each shaking breath, the faint flutter of your heart visible above your left breast. He twisted his body to lay you across the bed, his predatory eyes never leaving your body before his hands rested on your thighs, squeezing them tightly as a wicked smile crossed his face.

Your brow furrowed as he planted nipping kisses across your neck and collarbones, kissing down the valley of your sternum and then over each breast, gasping loudly as his teeth found your nipple, biting at the sensitive bud as his thick fingers pushed into your dripping pussy, making your back arch into him as he set a brutal pace after only a short pause to let you adjust to him. His hips rocked against the air slightly as he felt your slick walls clenching around his fingers, the burning heat to rival his own, the lewd sound of him moving your slickness meeting his ears like music as he let out a possessive growl. Making sure that the nipple in his mouth was thoroughly tender and paid attention to before he moved onto the other, eliciting another sweet moan.

William Afton, even in un-life, could never get enough of hearing the sweet noises people made. But this was the best sound he had encountered since his transformation, and he wanted more of it. More of you.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter as he spread your sensitive walls, only worsened as he used his thumb to bump the sensitive nub of your clit with each curling motion of his fingers, as his trying to meet his fingertips through your body. A whimper of disappointment left your body as he removed them though, and your eyes finally wandered to his smug expression as he sat back on his heels, the bed groaning in protest beneath you as he seemed to inspect the mess you made under the low light before he slowly pushed the digits into his mouth. Moaning loudly as he tasted you against his skin, your cheeks heating up as you watched him clean you off of him with his tongue before his eyes opened again, pupils blown out as smirked at you.

"If I'd realised that something this sweet was in my bed this whole time," he growled, the low tone raising the hair on the back of your neck as you found your gaze glued to him, watching as he practically ripped off his t-shirt and threw in somewhere else. "I might have helped myself sooner."

His broad chest as lined with pink scars, silvery sheen to the new skin as his chest rose and fell with the deep breaths he was taking. The dark hair smattered across his chest tinted with a little grey as your eyes naturally wandered down his body, following the trail across his stomach and following where you imagined it led to as the waistband of his pants got in the way. William chuckled as he realised where you were looking, palming the tent in his pants as your cheeks heated up, looking down at you on display for him.

"You'll get your taste soon enough bunny, I'm not done with you yet."

For a man of his age and stature, such fluid movements shouldn't have been natural, but they were somehow and you found yourself reminded of a big-cat as he hooked his arms around the backs of your thighs, rough fingertips biting into your hips as his tongue licked a stripe up your folds. A drawn out moan escaping you as your hand instinctually moved into his hair, holding him loosely as he hummed against your sensitive skin. Long tongue continuing it's path as he repeatedly warmed your already slick folds with his tongue, making sure to catch your pearl with each motion with the tip of his tongue, enjoying far too much the way that your body jolted with pleasure beneath his ministrations.

With almost feverish abandon, his tongue pressed between your folds and opened your walls for him, making you moan more as his grip on your hips forced your back to arch for him. Wincing as his nails left crescents in your supple skin, matching the bruises he was sure to leave behind as his tongue invaded you. The vibration of his moans moving through his tongue and into you, stoking the fire inside as your fingers curled tighter into his hair, holding William closer as he managed to locate the soft, spongey texture inside where your eyes rolled back and breathing hitch rapidly, only serving to encourage the vampire further as he pressed further into your body. Fangs pressing against your skin and sending a jolt through your body.

The knot wound tighter and tighter, sure that your wetness was spreading over William's lips and into the slightly burning stubble as it rubbed against the inside of your thighs, breathing hard and fast as you chased your high, whimpering William's name as his tongue was joined by one of his thick fingers, focusing on your swollen clit as he used his digits to stretch you open for him. Focused intently on the spots that elicited the whimpers and moans, chasing your high for you.

Coming undone on William's fingers were all too easy, shaking and pulling him close as his name fell from your lips in a prayer-like chant, a thought that amused him greatly as he listened to your pulse pounding through the arteries either side of his head. How easily he would be able to rip life from you in that moment, so vulnerable and weak from your intense orgasm. There was a reason the French name for it translated to 'the little death' after all.

He kept his fingers lazily moving inside you, stroking your clenching, soaked walls as he sat up slightly, licking his lips and your slick off of his face. The smell of you, your taste filled his senses and overwhelmed them as the symphony of your overstimulation filled his ears. Squirming, releasing his hair and gripping the sheets below you as you gazed up at him, eyes welling up with tears as your body tried to squirm away from the pleasure still being forced onto your body, William's predatory grin in the low light sending shivers down to your core.

"William..." You breathed, eliciting a low growl of approval from the man as he slowly pulled his fingers from your trembling body, admiring how your arousal coated them before he reached into his pants, clearly stroking himself under the material and denying you the pleasure of watching him. His breathing turning ragged as his silvery eyes became half-lidded, biting at his own lip for a change as his free hand moved to brush through his salt and pepper hair. Muscles flexing just under the scarred skin.

"Am I going to have to undress myself bunny, or are you going to continue being good for me and touch me?" Voice gravelly and low, dangerous. Full of barely contained nature that could so easily consume you.

You nodded eagerly, shakily bringing yourself onto your knees and trembling fingers struggling with the button and zip of his pants, especially as he continued to stroke himself beneath the taunt material. His breath stirring your hair as your focused on the task before your, roughly shoving them down his hips and your fingers finding the pink scars on his thighs naturally. Raising an eyebrow as William sharply breathed in, his eyes fluttering slightly as you looked up at him. It was your turn to smirk at him, pressing a little closer and letting your stomach brush against his tip, bringing the vampire a small shiver as your warmth was so close to his almost naked body.

"Does it hurt?" You asked, voice laden with lust and watching his gaze turn back to you, lip curling into an animalistic snarl as one hand moved across from his hip, wrapping around his thick, hard cock and replacing his own rough fingers. The softness of your touch, fluttering and light, his cock slicked with your arousal and his own pre-cum making him feel as if his control was slipping more and more by the second. The other touch on his hip pressing and stroking over the sensitive new skin that made your touch feel like it was a deliciously burning fire through him, breathing heavy and ragged as he tried to restrain himself.

"The only thing that hurts right now, little bunny, is how fucking hard I am." he growled, his large hand slowly tracing up the curve of your spine before grabbing the back of your head roughly, making you gasp as you were forced down, no time to breathe and barely enough to brace yourself against his thighs as William shoved his cock into your mouth.

Afton moaned loudly above you, his head tipping back as his hips bucked into your warm mouth. The plush lips wrapped around his shaft felt heavenly, and your tongue exploring him sent spasms of pleasure through his large body. Barely listening to the chokes and slight gags from your smaller, frailer body as he allowed his control to slip slightly, fucking into your mouth with a tight grip on your head, his free hand running back over the curve of your back, rough fingers kneading the flesh of your ass as you struggled to take all of him so suddenly into your mouth. Your soft, muffled, whimpering moans sending tiny vibrations through him and driving him even crazier.

But as sinful and heavenly as your mouth felt, just as you grew used to his taste, the saltiness of his precum coating your tongue as you were pulled free. Silvery strands of saliva connecting his throbbing cock to your puffy lips as he snarled and pressed you back into the mattress, making your yelp as your head was wrenched back and leaving your neck exposed as William crawled ontop of your body. Reaching between you and pressing his cock between your folds, making you whimper and moan as he rutted against you, his tip bumping into your sensitive clit as he used your own arousal as lube to thrust against you. If the image wasn't so ridiculous with a predator about to fuck you, you would have thought of his wild eagerness more like a teenager desperate to fuck his prom-date.

Though all thoughts were quickly wiped from your mind as William roughly shoved his cock into your gummy walls, making your back arch. Your hands finding his back and scratching over the sensitive springlock scars, making William growl as he slowly sunk himself into you, panting with pupils blown out as he looked down at you, the arm supporting his weight by your head trembling slightly with the effort to keep himself above you and not crush you under his larger frame as he hilted himself in your pussy. You could feel how much he throbbed inside of you already, how your walls tugged against him tightly as he rolled his hips into you and felt his tip bumping into your cervix.

"Fuck." He breathed, biting his lip before closed his eyes and hung his head slightly, breathing hard but deeply as he held himself as deeply inside you, trying to reign himself back in as to not break you. "Bunny, I...I'm not sure I am going to last all that long with how you're squeezing me." A dark chuckle falling from him as he managed to bring himself to look at you again, meeting your half-lidded gaze as he held your head back, able to see how your pulse throbbed under the thin skin of your neck, how pleasure had dilated your eyes and turned them into inky, carnal pools.

"Y-You going to give out already, old man?" You teased, earning a growl and a sharp tug on the back of your head as he slowly lowered himself to your body, making you whimper as he stretching you out, somehow cramming more of himself inside of you as his lips skimmed over your neck. Breath burning against you as he brushed his lips against your ear, whispering softly into the shell before his long tongue licked over it and sent a shiver through your body.

"Old man? And here I thought we were being civil, bunny...One might even say I was considering calling you a lover. MY good girl." Thrusting into you sharply and making you gasp as he bumped into you, slowly dragging his length back out of your trembling body, as if threatening to withdraw completely and stop giving you pleasure. Threatening to retie the knot in your stomach, the fire stoked under your skin as you whimpered.

"I'm sorry William, I-I didn't mean....mean to...please don't..." You managed to gasp out, breathing hard and fast as he paused, leaving his tip barely inside your tight, clenching walls. Your body begging him not to leave, to continue stretching and filling you.

"Now that isn't quite a proper apology, is it?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Afton, sir." you breathed, although your regretted it as any breath was knocked from you as William smirked down at you and slammed his hips against yours, hilting himself once more into his prize as his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he rutted into you. Moaning into your ear before his lips found your neck, planting soft, nipping kisses there.

"Good girl. You're mine, bunny. You hear me? Or am I going to fuck you dumb and have to teach you this again?" He asked, though he grinned against you as only his name fell from your lips, mixed in with heavy moans and the sound of shaking, unstable breaths as he claimed you.

The feeling of William stretching your pussy around his thick cock was almost painful, but the pleasure took over your mind and left you gasping as your eyes rolled back into your skull. The lewd sound of him slicking in and out of your wetness filling the room and mixing with your combined moans, your fingers pressing into and scratching at his back, feeling the muscles flex and strain as he fucked you into the motel mattress.

His fangs found your neck, digging in quickly and moaning against your skin as he left your reeling, body shaking as the knot in your stomach tightened again, his fast, deep thrusts hitting all the spots inside you that made you see stars as he sucked on your neck. You swore his teeth scraped against your skin, trying to give you a hickey despite the fact you could feel small pearls of your own blood run from between his lips and down over your shoulder, staining the bedsheet beneath you.

William picked up his pace, feeling how your pussy tightened around him, how hard he was throbbing inside of you already. There was part of him that was glad he was as he was, allowing him a small modicum of control compared to when he had been fully human, although even in his mortality, William Afton had been a very controlled and measured man in most aspects of his life.

The taste of you on his tongue was heady and nothing that he had had before, but something he craved more of whenever he would get the chance. Iron, musk. Blood and sex and salt as your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he fucked your delicate body. The feeling of your fingers pressing into and touching his back and the scars of the springlocks sending pleasurable shivers through his body, encouraging him to fuck you faster as the force of his hips smacking into yours with the lewd sound of wetness and skin on skin filling the small space and cloying air forcing your legs to raise and hang over his hips. There was part of him that wondered how you'd enjoy feeling him fill you in the mating-press, whether he would even be able to fufill its purpose and there was that dark and twisted part of him, the animalistic side of him that wanted to test it over and over again.

"W-William, sir, I...I'm going to-" A sharp gasp cut through his wandering thoughts, growling against your skin as he rutted into you harder, releasing his grip on your back and your neck and head. Watching the crimson streak against your skin, blooming on the white pillowcase behind your head, hair messily sprawled across it as he snarled. His large hands planting on the back of your thighs and pressing them towards your head, making you gasp and whine as he seemed to plunge deeper into your body. Eyes rolling back and body shaking as your hands relegated themselves to the sheets, unable to focus as your orgasm crept closer and closer as the man above you snapped his hips to yours with an almost animalistic pace.

"Cum for me," He demanded, his forehead wet with effort and focused on watching your expressions and his cock plunging into your depths, angling his hips so that he could hit the spots that made your body spasm and whimper with ecstasy. "Let me fill you up, little bunny."

He growled demands snapped the burning knot in your abdomen, a breathless scream escaping you as your back arched severely. Body spasming and clenching around William, feeling him throb as he fucked you harder through your orgasm, making you see stars and the edges of your vision turn white before he pressed his full weight into you. Growling your name through gritted teeth as he hilted himself inside of you, throbbing hard as he unloaded thick, hot seed deep inside against your bruised and batterer cervix. Hissing, shaking breaths escaping through your gritted teeth, as he felt himself filling you, being milked desperately by your body as your second orgasm ripped through you.

The sudden silence in the room, apart from both your laboured breathing, almost left a ringing in your ears. William being the first to move as he moved his hands from your thighs, wincing slightly although feeling a pang of pride as he saw the fingertip shaped bruises across your delicate skin, planting soft kisses there before he lowered your legs slowly. Feeling how they shook as he lowered himself to you again, remaining inside as he wrapped his arms around you once more, licking up the side of your neck to clean you up and leaving you whimpering softly in the overstimulation of two orgasms and the heady bloodloss.

"You did so good for me bunny...But make an old-man comment like that again and I'll teach you the lesson you deserve." Chuckling darkly as he kissed up your neck and cradled your to him, letting you feel the heat and careful weight of his body as you trembled beneath him.

"I...If that's punishment.. you can punish me anytime." Giggling as he brushed his lips against yours and planted an almost tender kiss there. His grey eyes crinkling slightly as he grinned wickedly.

"Oh, that was far from punishment. That was part of your reward for being such a good little thing for me."

"Part of?"

"I'm more than mortal, bunny," he replied, looking at your raised eyebrow and smiling as he kissed you again, feeling how your lips trembled under his with a sense of primal satisfaction. " and as long as you're good, I plan on giving you far, far more than what we did here."

"Is that a promise or a threat?"

"Can't it be both?"

He remained curled around you as exhaustion hit you, eyes fluttering shut as William buried his face into your neck, breath washing over your skin and his body keeping you warm. Wrapped up in strong arms, knowing that somebody was dead was because of you, and somehow knowing that it was the safest place in the world in that moment in time.

You hoped he wouldn't tired of your own mortality, at least not yet.

Hiya I bloody love your writing. I was wondering wether you could write one where reader threatens silco with a knife and he likes it a bit too much

ooooooh I very much like this! Thank you, anon!

And as a reminder, my inbox is always open for silco/reader requests! With the caveat that my timing is entirely unpredictable. (Vampire anon, I swear I will fulfill that request. It's just taking me forever.)

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Tags: silco x f!reader, young Silco, smut, pervy Silco, peeping Silco, thinking-with-his-cock Silco, mutual masturbation, sassy reader,

It’s not something he’s ever done.

But you drove him to do this.

No, maybe not intentionally. But with your lingering presence in the Sons of Zaun’s base of operations, Silco finds he cannot focus.

Every meeting you attend, every mission you escort, Silco cannot get your form out of his mind. Your plush lips, your intoxicating laugh. The way your cheeks blush when you’ve had just one too many drinks at the bar. Ever since you joined the crew, Silco finds himself tongue-tied and unable to withhold his usually calm and aloof demeanor, as if his brain has short-circuited and you are the fuse with too much power, with no hope of controlling the magnitude of your effect in sight. 

You drove him to do this.

It’s the only way.

The only way for him to get over you.

He continues to tell himself this—knowing full well that it’s all a lie—as he scales the side of your apartment building, ocean-green eyes affixed to the window that he knows leads to your bedroom. Once, twice, his hands almost lose their grip on the harsh, rough brick wall, palms sweaty from nervous excitement.

And, oh, what glee! When he finds your bedroom window cracked open and you nowhere to be found. Long fingers tuck under the wooden edge, slowly—painstakingly—opening the window just enough to allow himself through. By some miracle, it doesn’t make a sound, and he’s able to crouch through undetected. But then—

Footsteps.

Your footsteps.

And they’re walking toward the door to this very room.

Silco’s eyes dart around for somewhere to hide, head whipping around. He’s so overcome with panic that he doesn’t notice his hair tie falling from his head to land on the floor, unraveling his messy hair to rest along his sharp cheekbones.

Not enough room under the bed. Wait! There!

He silently leaps into your closet through the small gap in the door, heart hammering in his chest. With one hand pressed to his mouth to quiet his frantic breathing, he looks through the slats of the door to see you emerge from the hallway. 

You’re dressed in nothing but a towel, its soft green fabric wrapped around your middle. Your head is covered by the matching towel you use to dry off your hair, chin tucked as you make your way through your room.

Silco’s eyes scan down your body, his throat bobbing when he sees how high the hem of the towel sits on your thighs and the way your skin glistens from remnants of your shower. He can feel the front of his pants strain as blood rushes to his navel. Green eyes wide, he watches with bated breath, heart an unsustainable rhythm as he realizes what your next move will be.

His eyes dart around him, surrounded by your clothes. The clothes that you’ll be wanting to change into very soon.

Fuck fuck fuck!

Maybe he can hide behind some of the hanging garments, but the closet is so small, there’s no room to maneuver. Internally, he bangs his head against the wall, chiding himself for his idiotic plan.

He clearly had thought this through with the wrong head.

Perhaps he just makes a break for it. If he runs quickly enough, he can dart out toward the front door and sprint like his life depended on it. Maybe you wouldn’t be able to tell who it was.

But the thought of leaving you to deal with the trauma of an unknown stalker twists a dagger into his chest. You don’t deserve to have your safe space violated in such a way.

So why did you do this in the first place?

Silco’s nails dig into his palm as he clenches his fist together at his side.

Stupid stupid stupid!

His self-flagellation is cut short when he hears your footsteps pause abruptly. Looking through the slats, Silco finds you with your second towel draped around your shoulders, your chin tucked, and your gaze affixed on the single black hair tie on the hardwood floor.

Free-hand shoots up to the base of his head to find his low ponytail undone, his long hair now hanging almost to his shoulders.

Fuck!

You pull your towel tighter around yourself before bending down, delicate fingers reaching out for the mystery item. It’s certainly not one of yours. Silco’s fully aware of your penchant for all things green in your wardrobe, your hair accessories no exception. 

Straightening up, you roll the hair tie between your thumb and forefinger, looking at it curiously before looking around the bedroom.

To Silco’s surprise, you don’t look scared.

You simply look confused.

He watches your face as you run through all the possibilities until finally realization paints your features. Then, with the precision of an apex predator, your eyes land on the closet door.

Silco squeezes his eyes shut, his body giving into the third possible reflex of fight, flight, or freeze. His ears pick up the sound of creaking wood as your steps approach his position.

The door opens and Silco feels something cool underneath his chin.

“Silco,” you hum with more amusement than anger.

Eyes still shut, Silco raises his hands in surrender.

“I didn’t look. I haven’t seen anything.”

“Oh, what a gentleman,” you reply, voice dripping with sarcasm. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I came to see you.”

You scoff.

“Did the front door elude you?”

He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come.

There’s no way out of this. It’s obvious to anyone with a pair of working eyes what he came here to do. He waits for your wrath, eyelids starting to hurt from how tightly he’s holding them closed. The seconds pass in silence and he’s acutely aware of the cold metal resting against his skin, tucked under his chin.

“Open your eyes,” you instruct, annoyance in your tone.

He does and confirms his suspicion, gaze falling on your outstretched arm that leads to the knife you hold in your hand at his throat. Something about you holding him in such a vulnerable position sends warmth to his belly, rekindling the leftover arousal from earlier. Silco winces, unable to stop his body’s reaction to the predicament he’s found himself in.

Your eyes narrow at his expression, only for them to slowly drift down to the front panel of his pants and the growing tent he’s pitching there.

One of your eyebrows ticks upward.

“Well, I’d say it’s pretty obvious what you came here for,” you hum, amused.

“I’m sorry,” he grovels, finally finding his voice. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your pupils dilate slightly at the confession.

“I thought maybe if… if I did this, it would…” His throat bobs as he struggles to continue. “It would help me get over you. And I can get back to working like I used to.”

You consider him for a moment, your blade still pressed to his skin with the slightest amount of pressure. After a few seconds of thought, you slowly pull the knife away. Silco lets out a short sigh of relief.

“Then do it,” you say, tossing the knife onto your vanity with a loud clang. “Do whatever it is you were planning to do.”

Silco’s eyes widen and the instruction sends even more blood to rush between his legs. 

“What?”

You take a few steps back before sitting down on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs. The towel hikes up at the movement and Silco is unable to stop the reflex of his eyes darting to the dark shadow under the hem of your towel.

“Do it,” you repeat. “Unless you were planning on just watching and then jerking off once you got home.”

Silco’s mouth falls open as he steps out of the closet.

“I was not going to—”

“Mmmm,” you hum, unconvinced, tilting your head toward his growing erection. “Your current state would say otherwise.”

His mouth gapes like a fish, unable to counter your flawless argument.

You lean back on the bed, hands resting behind you as you uncross your legs.

“I’m not letting you leave until you do, Silco.” 

You spread your legs.

“So come on. This is your one chance.”

Green eyes dart between yours, searching.

Surely, this is a trap.

His gaze flicks to the vanity with your knife and back to the bed.

She’s got something else planned.

But then you’re pulling open your towel and letting it fall around you, your sex on full display. Your chest is covered by the towel draped around your shoulders, but Silco can see a peek of the bottom curve of your breasts and it’s the final nail in the coffin.

“I’m waiting,” you taunt.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

Silco lets out a long sigh as he takes himself in his hand, eyes never leaving you. You sit up a bit straighter, your chest pushing forward as your lips curl into a mischievous grin.

With one experimental stroke, Silco holds back a grunt deep from the back of his throat. You nod in silent instruction and he continues, his fingers wrapped tightly around his cock as he focuses his efforts on his reddened head.

Satisfied, you pull the last remaining bit of cover off you, discarding the towel at your shoulder to fall onto the hardwood, revealing your breasts and your nipples, hardened from the chill air.

And maybe even from…?

The thought of you getting turned on by Silco’s display sends a surge of pleasure through him and he’s unable to contain the hushed groan from leaving his lips. He’s certain he can’t take much more of this, but then you’re bringing your hand to the apex of your legs, fingers moving with purpose as you touch yourself.

Involuntarily, Silco takes a step forward, aiming to close the distance between your bodies. 

You raise your free hand, index finger pointing to the ceiling in warning as you shake your head.

“Look,” you whisper as you swipe a curious circle into your clit, eliciting a small, perfect little gasp from your lips. “Don’t touch.”

Cock in hand, standing across from your naked body, Silco can’t help but wonder how he ended up here. How the gods had blessed him with the most ideal of outcomes. As his pace gets faster and his grip gets tighter, he wonders why he didn’t do this much sooner.

The sounds of you pleasuring yourself—from the slick sounds of your fingers to your soft whimpers and moans—send Silco barreling toward his climax. Eyes locked, your chests both heave as your breathing grows more broken. As both of your speeds continue to pick up, a familiar blush blossoms on your cheeks as you start to crest your peak.

You’re the first to break, your wails reaching unholy heights as you ride out your orgasm. Silco watches in awe as your face twists in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. The image of you coming undone is all it takes to unleash Silco’s release, a groan at his throat as he comes all over his hand, some of it spilling onto the hardwood floor below.

Breaths broken, hearts pounding, you both recover from your highs—you slumped down on your bed as Silco takes a step back to rest against the closet door. 

For a moment, there’s only the sound of your labored breathing.

The mattress groans as you sit up, eyes lingering on the form of Silco’s spent cock in his hands. Grabbing the towel beside you, you toss it to him. He catches it clumsily with his free hand, a soft “thanks” at his throat.

“As lovely as that was, Silco,” you say rising to your feet, “I need you to get the fuck out of my apartment.”

You smirk, taking a step forward.

“I have a date tonight.”

Something green and ugly bubbles up within Silco’s chest, rising to contort his face into an expression of disgust.

“Is someone jealous?” you add.

He replies with a smirk of his own, the brain cells that had eluded him for weeks now finally returning.

“Why should I be? When you’ve already given the main attraction away,” he says, motioning to your naked form.

“Oh, sweetie,” you coo, bringing up a hand—the hand you had used to pleasure yourself—to stroke a line from his temple down his cheek to his chin. “You haven’t seen nothing yet.”

You pop your finger into your mouth, licking yourself clean with a pop. Silco’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline, pupils dilating. Then, with the precarious confidence of his afterglow, he wraps his free hand around your middle, pulling your body flush with his.

“Is there anything I can do to make you cancel your date?”

Your head tilts curiously.

“Perhaps. What’s the refractory period on that?” you ask, hand pointing to Silco’s spent cock.

“Not very long,” he hums. “And that’s not what I would be using.”

One of your eyebrows ticks upward, your lips curling into a grin.

“I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

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