imagine silco wakes up with a huge ass boner in the middle of the night but his so is sleeping very tight. he feels bad waking them up but he can’t resist so he starts acting like a horny teenager, kissing their lover’s back and humping over their ass and…and…….sorry….
Never apologise for putting the words ‘Silco’ and ‘humping’ in the same sentence. One hotdog and a vanilla milkshake coming right up! 😘🌭
Stuck in a rutt
Silco x Reader || Silco POV || Established Relationship || NSFW || MDNI || Buttjob || Soft sleepy sexytimes|| Weary old man just wants boner to go away so he can get some sleep please god || Wc: 1.5K
Reader is gender neutral. No pronouns or anatomical descriptions used.
Thank you @insult-2-injury for beta-ing and to @sweatandwoe & @astudyincontrasts for early feedback 🖤
The edges of Silco’s typically razor-sharp mind are dulled by coils of sleep. He drifts around the fringes of consciousness; in and out of the shallow waters of a dream as thick and sweet as honey.
The curves and lines of your body recognizable to him even through the distorted lens of his dreamscape, bending and arching in a dance of pleasure. Soft sighs and moans formed from memories of your voice, and the sensation of your touch sending a whispering, frisson wave up his spine.
All of it a faded echo compared to the real thing of course, but nonetheless seductive enough to linger beneath his skin as a warm, yearning buzz when he lands fully on the side of wakefulness.
Silco’s singular, unpatched eye blinks groggily open. Dark, wooden rafters above the bed come slowly into focus as his vision settles. He drops his cheek to the pillow, deliciously cool against his skin, and his gaze goes to the small timepiece on the nightstand.
Hours yet before he’s due to rise for duty.
Shame his dick didn’t get the same message.
No need to look down at the covers to know he’s pitching a tent.
Silco exhales wearily through his nose, hand trailing down the length of his torso to adjust his erection more comfortably – tucking it up beneath the waistband of his loose, sleep bottoms. His palm remains flat on his abdomen, rising and falling with each slow, steady breath he takes in an attempt to drift back to sleep.
Inhale…
Exhale…
In…
Out…
In… and in… pushing ever deeper into your tight, warm—
Silco’s eye snaps open, molars grinding together with the set of his jaw. His skin feels too tight over his bones. Too hot. And his brain is full of susurrant whispers, diverting all thoughts south to the unsolicited request his body is deigning to make of him.
He expresses his displeasure in the form of a low, throaty grumble – quick and quiet so as not to disturb the nighttime peace of the room.
His hand slides down from his stomach to palm himself over his pyjamas. Just enough to alleviate some of the pressure as he tries once more to switch off his mind and body.
Inhale…
Exhale…
In…
Out…
In…
Out…
In… out… In. out. In out, in out, inout , inout inoutinoutinoutharder, faster—
Silco traps another frustrated growl behind grit teeth, and forces his hips to stop rocking up into the cup of his hand.
Pointless to try and suppress his arousal. He needs release if he ever wants to quell the maddening buzz beneath his skin.
His gaze falls to you, sleeping soundly at his side with your back to him, and his heart swells to aching in his chest. Gorgeous. He needn’t see your face to know it – he’s come in late from work enough times to be able to perfectly picture the smooth serenity of your features at rest.
Your ribs shift with each steady, sleep-slow breath. Blankets tucked cosily up to your shoulder, and hair a tousled halo upon the pillow.
Gorgeous. Heartbreakingly tranquil.
He could go to the bathroom. Briskly absolve himself of this torturous itch and leave you to sleep in peace. But the mere thought of dragging himself out of bed is repugnant. Certain parts of him may be wide awake, but that doesn’t mean he is. Silco is tired. He’s always tired. His mind is weary. His bones are heavy. The sheets are soft and warm… And you’re here…
Silco slots himself against your back, moulding to the length of your body, arms snaking around your middle in a gentle embrace that gathers you closer, further seeking to eradicate any space between you.
A sleepy hum drones low in your throat, accompaniment to the soft kisses he trails down the slope of your neck, little more than a brush of scarred lips upon skin. A noise of contentment, given how readily you nestle back deeper against him.
He battles the temptation to run his hands over you, to trace and tease and worship. He won’t disturb you any more than he must for his own sanity.
His mouth presses a little deeper into the crook of your neck, a whisper of tongue skimming your skin in time with the shallow rock of his hips. How is it that the fluttering lust in his stomach both abates and worsens with each careful thrust against the swell of your backside. The friction both easing and aggravating the heated pressure in his groin.
Another hum rumbles from your throat, more cognisant this time, and tinged with disapproval.
“I’m asleep,” you mumble, voice thick.
“I know darling, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, genuine guilt in his words, even as he draws the blade of his nose sinfully up the sensitive skin behind your ear, inhaling your intoxicating warmth deep into his lungs, “I simply can’t resist.”
Despite your quiet grumbling you tilt your pelvis just a touch, and Silco feels the pleasant shiver which runs down your spine in response to the warm huff of air he exhales over your nape as his clothed shaft slots shallowly into the cleft of your ass.
“Will you be good for me? Hm?” Silco begs softly in your ear, unable to suppress the urge to rock his hips into the inviting divot of your buttocks, “Will you allow me to be selfish with you? Let me use you for my own wicked gain?”
Yet another hum, long and low and drowsy, but warm with consent.
“Mmn, so good,” Silco whispers, lips pressing warm, lingering kisses down your jugular, over the curve of your shoulder, “Always so good to me. My sweet, lovely pet.”
“Y’owe me,” you slur, half-way back to sleep.
“Of course,” he promises, hand splaying in a sensual stroke down your stomach, thumb hooking over the band of your pyjamas and tugging them down over your bottom, “Relax now, love. Let yourself drift. Dream of how you might have me repay your generous favour.”
The corner of your mouth hooks up in a dozy smirk, and Silco leans over to press his lips to that small slice of a smile, pushing the constricting fabric of his own sleepwear down and out of the way.
His hand smoothes over the shape of your ass, thumb tracing the split of your cheeks, before spreading you apart and settling his cock in the warm canyon between your buttocks.
Silco can’t help the soft, throaty huff of relief that spills from his lips at the first rock of his hips. The sweet lick of pleasure in his gut is a merciful confirmation that he needn’t be buried inside you to achieve the completion he seeks.
The rhythm he sets is languid. Long, thorough strokes that have his hip bones grinding deep into the giving flesh of your backside. Sensitive cockhead sandwiched between the warm press of bodies, pearls of arousal smearing into the skin of his stomach and upon your lower back.
His breath stirs your hair, the blade of his nose grazing your scalp and lips parted in soft, blissful exhales against the nape of your neck. Arms a loving wind around you, hugging you close whilst he indulges in the heat of your buttocks. His eye flutters closed and he immerses himself entirely in every sweet sensation. In the molten pleasure which coils in his navel like a sun-warmed serpent.
Your glutes squeeze around his cock in drowsy pulses.
“Shhsh,” Silco hushes into the skin of your neck, his hand dragging to cup your buttock, pressing down to tighten the valley he’s fucking, “ Rest , darling. You’re already do hing enough.”
Your sleepy hum is deep and encouraging, and to Silco’s sex-addled mind sounds deliciously salacious.
His thrusts quicken – chasing the tantalising promise of release that lays almost close enough to touch. Unable to bring himself to remonstrate you when you clench your buttocks around him once more, the vice-like squeeze sending the pressure beneath his skin through the roof, balls tightening almost painfully—
Explosive pleasure shoots up Silco’s spine like a flare, bursting inside his skull and flashing bright colours behind his eyes. Hot ropes spill up your back and over his stomach with each dwindling, climactic throb.
Silco relaxes deeper into the mattress, his body and mind melting like mist on the water – finally, sweetly released from his torment. His pulse a brisk beat despite his languorous movements.
“Thank you,” he breathes against your neck, praising you further with soft mothwing kisses upon your skin, “Thank you. My sweet… m gorgeous …” his voice tapers off, vision darkening behind the heavy droop of his lid.
“MnSilco,” you complain sleepily with a feeble prod of your elbow back into his ribs, “Clean up. Dirty man.”
“Hmnf,” he replies grumpily, blindly pulling both your pyjama bottoms up again and using the edge of the blankets to wipe away the worst of the mess, “In the morning,” he insists drowsily.
“Nmn,” you acquiesce as he settles down once more and draws you close against him. The in-out drag of your breaths gradually syncing, and deepening as you drift off, together.
Ello, so I randomly thought of it when I was thinking abt what to post..
so how it works,
Yknow how when your maybe reading a fic or so and you hear a name of something or someone, and it makes a image in your head? That's what this is.. except I doodle it hehe
Now pals, introducing @ink-and-dagger
Just something simple.. but when I think of or see the name ink-and-dagger I think of the harry potter scene from chambers of secret..
(Inky marry me)
Disclaimer: this is just a fun little thing I thought of and I am not trying to hate on creators!
YES YES YES OMG, okay so here's a list of writers I've been following and reading a LOT from recently:
@chickenparm
@sweatandwoe
@x-amount-verbs
@ink-and-dagger
@a-gal-with-taste
@astudyincontrasts
A lot of these are 18+ writers, so MDNI!! But they're such lovely writers. I've left quite a few reviews recently over on Ao3. I'll link some of my recent faves!! (Notes: these are Silco/Reader fics, as that is what I read primarily; and if marked with *, then it is NSFW!)
All That's Left - chickenparm
Night Blooming Flowers - x-amount-verbs
A Helping Hand * - x-amount-verbs
Secret Ingredient * - sweatandwoe
Yours, or Mine? (*, but only implied) - a-gal-with-taste
A Kiss With a Fist * - astudyincontrasts
Marry Me - ink-and-dagger (LITERALLY JUST FINISHED THIS AS I TYPED THIS ALL OUT AND I WANNA CRYYYY IT'S SO SOFT HGNFGNSFNGNFGHHGH)
this is just scratching the surface of all the fics I've been binge-reading in the last few weeks, BUT! they're excellent places to start. There's no shortage of talent with all of them, and so I highly encourage reading every one of their works should you have the chance!
(reminder to abide by their rules, and do not interact if you're a minor, please and thank you!)
