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this is my pride and prejudice

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Glad that we ditched the "I can fix him" narrative and replaced it with the "i can join him" narrative. Let women be evil!

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Beaten and Bloody

Dracule Mihawk and Reader

Mentions of wounds. Gender neutral. Fluff. 1580 words

The normal happy feeling of being home after a day’s activities were very absent tonight. Arriving at the dock in the cold and lonely island with the castle making its presence known would normally be a relieving sight, however, with the events that had taken place you’re left with a feeling of dread.

It was supposed to be a quiet trip out to a nearby island to potentially practice your swordsmanship but at the very minimum have a good meal of your choice. The universe had other plans.

Walking down a hidden alleyway to keep your presence quiet ended up with you having to fight 5 men twice your size, all clearly skilled in taking advantage of those who are weaker. While you sustained no major injuries other than a gash to your right arm and a potential sprained ankle all you had were some bruises and shallow cuts. You did manage to get some good hits and swings in on your attackers but once they took your berries they left not caring for the fight.

While you did walk out better than it could have gone your mind kept telling you things that weren’t true. With the ride back home being alone you began to believe what was said was true. You are being trained by the greatest swordsman in the world, he took the time to pay attention to you, and you couldn’t even use what he had taught in a fight. What kind of student are you? Knowing how many others would give to be in your position only made the feeling worse, anchoring you further into the hole you already felt you were in. Walking up to the front door only made the truth set in even more than it already had.

Hoping he was busy with his nose in a book and a chalice of wine in his hands he would be too occupied to notice your return home. Having to face the only person whose opinion you actually care about in this state would only make you feel worse. As you walked the cold floors as quietly as possible you can’t help but imagine the look of disappointment and disgust on his face. Mihawk had done so much for you, taking you in when you couldn’t afford to live anywhere, cooking for you, and training you. Truly he was giving too much to you and the way you repay him is not even being able to use the new sword skills he had taught you. All you wanted was to hide in your room and pretend nothing happened, but of course the universe had one more trick up its sleeve to make matters worse.

“You’re out late.” As if the night couldn’t get any worse for you, you felt your heart drop. Of course you couldn’t sneak back in, your housemate is the greatest swordsman nothing goes by him let alone in his own home. “Ya I got caught up and lost track of time.” What a sorry excuse you pray he believes it you know how oblivious you can be to things, but not this.

“Really, was your passing of time that distracting that it has left you beaten and bloody?” You froze. Of course he noticed the poor patch job on your arm and your limp across the floor. He could probably even smell the blood from your small wounds.

“I got caught off guard.”

“I find it hard to believe, you’re more skilled than that.” That hurt worse than the gash on your arm. You knew he expected better of you. Your shoulders dropped and you let out a sigh of disappointment as you turned to face him but not meeting his eyes, this did not go unnoticed.

“There were five of them, twice the size of me, I thought maybe I could take them on but I was quickly defeated. I didn’t mean to be such a disappointment-”

“Who said you were a disappointment?”

You let out a gasp as you looked up to meet his eyes for the first time tonight. They glowed in the light and were as solid as gold. However, what you did not see was any anger or disgust. His eyes were soft but still stern but that’s how he always looks. But this look was a rare sight to see. Taking in his appearance more there was no hat with those obnoxious feathers his hair was free. There was no long coat but instead a white linen shirt that showed off some of his chest. He had no sword and was completely unarmed. He looked relaxed. He continued to look at you in waiting for a response.

“I just thought that if I came home looking like this I would disappoint you as your student for not being able to properly defend myself.” You lowered your gaze not being able to look him in the eye instead focusing on his chest.

“You faced five attackers twice the size of you, it’s a miracle you walked away with only one major cut to your arm. Not many people would be able to hold their own the way you did.” He slowly walked closer to you closing the gap between the both of you but not close enough to see unusual. Deep down you knew he wouldn’t have shunned you but the anxiety running through your veins clouded your judgment.

You looked back up at him to see if anything had changed in his expression, but still, the soft gaze remained. “So you’re not mad at me and going to kick me out?”

“You’re the only person I genuinely care about and willingly chose to spend my free time with. I was worried about you not being mad or disappointed. I’m more comfortable now knowing you got home safe. So, let me take care of that wound of yours.” His words made you feel so cared for something you thought he might never be capable of, but sure enough here he is. He reaches out and grabs your arm to place over his shoulder to take most of the weight of your hurt ankle and being careful to mind the cut.

He brings you to your room placing you on your bed and helps to remove the jacket that’s draped over your arms. Next is your shoes placing them neatly at the foot of the bed. Mihawk then heads for your bathroom knowing you keep a first aid kit. You couldn’t help but stare at the man who’s taking care of you.

“Are there any cuts on your legs or just your arms?”

“Just some bruising on the legs, all the blood drawn is on my arms.” He hums as a sign of understanding. He returns back to you with the kit and a wet cloth. “This will be cold on your skin but it will do for now till I can get some ice for this ankle.”

You have Mihawk on his knees tending to your injured ankle, his hands moving with the utmost delicacy and focusing on his task at hand. “Are you able to remove that shirt so I can tend to those on your arm?”

He looks up at you with such soft eyes it melts your heart finally the man you have wanted is giving you his full attention. “Yes, I have an undershirt on with no sleeves.”

He rose to his feet standing between you to grab the dirty and ripped shirt as you took it off. The cold air hits your skin sending a shiver down your spine. He takes the shirt to the hallway and you assume you’ll never see it again as there is no saving it.

Mihawk comes back and sits on the bed next to you lightly grabbing your arm to begin addressing your wounds.

“Why did you think I would be so upset with you?” His question breaks the comforting silence you had forcing you to speak the truth. “I want to be in your good graces, I seek your approval. I felt I had let you down tonight.”

“I’m never asking for perfection from you because you already are as perfect as you can be. I’m only sharpening the skills you have. Everyone had good and bad days, even I do, it’s ok to need to be tended to. I’m only asking you to do your best for the day and sometimes that may be less or more than the day before. I am not disappointed in you, I could never be as long as you try to do your best.” His words hit you with such shock you didn’t notice the tears beginning to fall. He wiped them away and offered a true small smile. Every negative thought you had about tonight’s incident flowed away. He began to get up helping you into your bed to lay down.

“Lay down and rest. I'm going to get some proper ice for that ankle and I’m assuming you need something to eat so I shall bring food for you as well. Don’t get out of that bed without my help.”

A light laugh left you. “I didn’t know my cuts were that bad that I’m being treated as if I cannot do anything.” As he reached the door to your bedroom he turned to look at you and smiled. “I am only looking for a reason to take care of you.”

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When my husband (ao3) has been gone (down) for 8 days (hours) and I'm starting to die (I can laugh and support fics), he was sadly attacked and died (was attacked and will probably be up at some point soon)

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Rising back from the grave to write. With AO3 being down today my sanity has snapped.

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Love doesn't go unnoticed

Mihawk x reader

Romantic fluff

For a long time you stood by his side as a friend an ally as he called it, due to his nature he wasn't one to proclaim having friends esspecially those who resided in his castle.

With every step you took overlooking the dark gothic palace you left a trace of yourself behind. The roses that you left on bookshelfs, their petals falling with just a simple touch if he ever attempted to move them, he sighed knowing the fragility these plants held and yet he set them down adding fresh water and nurtrients to make them last longer, to see them bloom, their crimson buds to produce a sweet floral scent all over his hallway.

What for did he take after these little things, he liked them yes, but there was no need for them. He often found himself contradicting his own ideals as he looked over your work, the many times he asked you to leave his place to stop decorating it like it was your own, and yet there he was staring at the ink stamped pages of his book unable to read anything, the words blurred no matter how much he tried focusing, rereading the same sentence that kept making zero sense to him.

You smiled tilting the edge of your hat, dirt smearing your brow.

You smiled tilting the edge of your hat, dirt smearing your brow.

You smiled tilting the edge of your hat, dirt smearing your brow.

He didn't expect for you to look back, he drowned the though with some wine having been starlted lightly with the way you looked back, the always expectant gaze that never asked for anything, the hard work you put in maintaining his lifestyle as he did nothing but flip through pages and drink his fermented wines.

He cleared his thoat, walking over to the guests room he prepared everything for a bath, setting up a candle on the large wooden holder, some soap on the handrails of the bath, conditioner scrubs.. he arranged it neatley. He walked back down to his cellar grabbing a fine choise of wine, he thought you could appriciate the fruity flavour of this particular choise. He screwed open the cork making sure to clean up the little crumbles that fell beside, he poured a glass setting it beside the candle leaving the water to run, steam scolding through the air it was about time until you came back.

He began chopping some vegetables, potatoes, carrots, you named it he sliced it. He put them to boil along the meat he had steamed before allowing it to soften the roots in the rich broth. Minutes later the air was filled with the scent of pleasant stock, the light linger of pepper and vegetable made its way through the hall.

He tasted it, it surely was one of the dishes he payed close attention to in a while.

He cleaned off his cooking utensils leaving the hot stew as he walked back to his seat trying to resume his pages. He was greeted with a creak in the door your body slipping inside the room slowly.

His eyes were on you already his mouth moving before you could adress your presence. "I want you to join me for dinner." he stated surprising even himself, such words would never come out of him.

Your eyes shot a little wider upon the request, you examined the state of yourself. The unruly clothing along mud stained boots and hands was no way to eat dinner with.

"I would love to, but give me time to clean up first." You spoke up watching the way he looked you up and down.

"I ran you a bath." The silence was heavy, the abashed look on his face the longer you looked back at him with surprise left him a bit uneasy.

Your heart swell up a little at the though of his kindness, he had a knack for keeping guests but felt different. He held no complaints at you, even though he was biting his own tongue the more you looked at him.

Your soft chuckle radiated though the room the tension in the air lessening the moment you saw his shoulders wind down. He was acting like a scared cat.

"Thank you, i'll be back as soon as possible." You slipped back out heading for your room. Mihwak took a drink of his wine, leaving a little red pool at the bottom of the glass he no longer felt like finishing.

He caught himself with frustration lacing his brows , he smoothed them out quickly wondering what's going on with himself.

Why was he so startled, biting his tongue and trying to hide the very way his words affected you. Surely he no longer felt calm his mind preocupied with setting the table lighting a few candles he could hear his own hammering heartbeat.

Just then you were washing yourself clean from the hard work, your entire body smelled of roses all too familiar. Had he taken the petals to create a soap with them you'll never know. Between lazy drags of the sponge over your skin you were throughroughly red in the face upon having walked into this setting.

He had done this only when you were sick and unable to move your aching body, however the more you toyed with the leg of the rather large wine glass the more you smiled to yourself. He was thinking about you.

You finished up, looking pleasantly radiant as you walked forward into the room, the silent warlord seemed to greet you with a small crinkle in his eyes.

You both sat down enjoying the food, the atmospehere colliding between the two of you in a mix of held back emotions and unspoken feelings seemed to crash into itself everytime you looked at eachother.

"The bath was really nice, thank you for thinking of me." you warmly spoke up breaking the man's thoughts.

He had entirely forgotten about that, a light red ghosted his face as he swallowed his food, taking a drink to mask it afterwards.

"Don't be so presumptious." His eyes slowly rose to took at you, the striking dress you wore seemed to match the accents of his current shirt. You continued to shock him.

He could never be honest could he? You sighed a little, your eyes closed as you smiled through with it.

With the meal finished you helped him clean up watching him rise up his sleeves as he began to wash the dishes. You stayed to help offereing to dry them off your mind wandered to an idea.

"Would you care for a dance later?" he was solemn continuing his work as he kept offering you plates and glasses, i guess not, you throught aloud drying the last of them and hoping to leave a bit sooner than expected.

He caught you in your haste feeling a little guilty for making you wait like this, truth be told words couldn't form in his mouth as he took in the idea.

You were about to leave the bitter feeling in your mouth growing he stopped you with a soft answer.

"I didn't mean to make you wait."

You turned around slowly the bitterness had left you the moment you saw him waiting in the middle of the enlightned space before his desk.

He looked stoic as ever hand outreached he waited for you to come up to him and take it.

You walked closer, your hand lightly brushing past his, you could feel how hot he was to the touch despite his cold nature, you felt your entire body respond to him a warm wave washing over you the moment he connected your hand to his slowly putting it over his shoulder.

You could feel the lean muscles covered by his shirt underneath the palm of your hand , his hands slowly moved around your waist gently he held onto you.

You could feel his eyes watching you, as per etiqutte for a dance you should be doing the same and yet it was so hard.

Knowing youd be holding his undivided attention for minutes that seemed to have stopped time itself you mustered up the courage to connect your gaze with his.

It was so intense, the gentle ruffle of your dress swaying, his boots placing light clicks on the floor, his hands moving to invite you for a spin to showcase the dress you had put on.

"You look good." The softness of his voice could never be matched with anyone elses. Your face reddened at the compliment as it was rare for him to ever speak up about your looks. His hands gently moved you closer causing your body to lean closer against his.

You didn't just look good, you looked stunning and he portrayed it in the ways of small stolen glances all over you, the redness in your cheeks the smile you kept biting back, he was begining to see why he kept letting you do what you please.

You finally broke, your smile gazing softly at him your hand leaned experimantally closer on his shoulder a gesture he seemed to not mind as you swayed with him.

The intimacy of this moment could never be written in words, his golden eyes were the only thing you could focus on. The way they softened as you leaned into his touch to finish off the dance in a longing fashion. Your face fell slowly, arms retracting from his shoulders he had feeling this would happen.

He lifted your chin upwards the alarming beat of his heart couldnt even stop him from what hes about to do. The silent longing on your face was enough to give him a push.

His lips connected briefly with yours the fall of your eyes lasted for only a second before he pulled away, the warmth of his touch never seemed to leave your lips as you sighed with a stuttered breath. You reconnected your lips with his kissing lightly over his bottom lip which only left him to stagger back a bit before he caught you in his arms.

His whole body felt static having reassured his feelings for you to be mutual, he waited for you to break the kiss watching as you swiped a finger across your lips.

For the first time you could see a genuine reaction from him, his high cheekbones had turned a little scarlet his eyes a little dreamier his posture a bit more relaxed as you smiled against him.

"You're not so bad yourself." you returned the late compliment brushing your hand softly over the side of his face, his eyes deepened a little as he stole a kiss to your knuckles.

He brought his hand up to yours cupping it against his palm, he guided you towards his desk sitting down by the red chair he gestured for you to share a seat atop him.

The following night was spent in alot of slow, deep and compassionate kisses without as much of a need for anything else.

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How Zoro actually lost his eye…

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No one can tell me he doesnt sleep like this

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„Kiss your perfect day goodbye

Because the world is on fire

Tuck your innocence goodnight

You sold your friends like guns for hire“

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That scene killed me … so here is my interpretation of it.

I hope u like it 💙

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The favour (Silco/reader)

My home part 2

Hey everyone sorry for the late update I wanted to get this out sooner but I fell under the weather a bit but it’s all good now. I hope you enjoy! Small warning things get spicy ahead

The air in the last drop is thick and warm. You can feel it on your skin and how the air moves down your throat when you breathe in. It’s almost suffocating. The music is loud and shakes the whole club. You can’t hear someone unless they are right in front of you. For those that don’t come here often it’s not the safest place. But for you it’s the safest place you could be. You know the bartender quite well along with the bouncers and guards around the club. It doesn’t help that any regular knows exactly who you are. It’s always the idiot that’s never been there before that tries something with you. If they came with a friend they never listen to their warnings. Much like the idiot in front of you now. “So you come here often?” Really of all the lines this dumbass picks this. You glanced over to who thinks they’re gonna get any. He’s an interesting guy, nothing above average. Dark hair that’s out of place, some grey eyes that don’t intrigue you, a bit of stubble on the face, and god he smells like pure whiskey and not the good kind.

You glanced at your watch hoping time will move faster and take a sip from your drink. “Oh come on baby don’t ignore me I’m just trying to get to know who I’m taking home a little better.” He tries to get your attention and you know this isn’t going away anytime soon so you deal with it. “Actually I won't be going anywhere especially not with you, and for your sake don’t call me baby that will only end badly for you.” You gave him a cold look with no emotion before you turned your head back to your drink. There’s no use trying to play with him. You already saw Sevika get up from her spot, most likely going to find Silco. He was in a small meeting along the wall looking at you the whole time, not interested in what the traders had to offer. Unfortunately this idiot is adamant to get more attention from you.

“I’m just trying to figure out why a beautiful thing like you is here all alone, I mean really I’m doing you a favour. Most guys would be too scared to talk to a girl like you.” You laughed and put your drink down and turned to him with a smile on your face. “Oh that's cute. You think no one is talking to me because they are scared of me. Look, I recommend you go back to wherever you came from. It's your best option right now.” He scoffed at you while looking you up and down. What he didn’t know was that everyone had almost stopped talking and were looking towards you. He got the attention he wanted but not from the right person. “I’m not afraid of anyone honey. I see something I like and I take it.” That was the final straw that ended the night.

“Is that so? You come into my club and think you can take what you want?” Silco walked forward radiating power. People put their heads down knowing to mind their own business or they could be next. You knew what was going to happen. You tried to warm him so really what else could have you done.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can’t do?!” Silco laughed. It wasn’t a heartfelt laugh, it was the kind you hear from the devil. Silco walked over to you while circling the man. He placed his one arm around your waist in a possessive way. You leaned into him appreciating the touch. “What a show you have put on for us, I think we should show you some appreciation. Don’t you think my dear we should give our newest guest some better treatment?” He said the last part in your ear while giving a death stare into the man. He held a confused look on his face and began to look around not sure what was going on. There were three guards around the man waiting to grab him. “I think that would be a lovely idea.” The second you finished the guards were on him making sure he had nowhere to go. You leaned up to Silco. “Do what you want with him. I don't care, I’ll be in the office waiting for you.” And with that you hopped off the bar stool and headed for the office not looking back at the most likely dead man.

Reaching the office was a relief. You loved the club you really did but there was something more special about the office. Maybe it was more personal for you and Silco, or the nicer air. You placed yourself on the front of the desk, knowing Silco this won’t take long. It wasn’t like the guy put a hand on you or called you anything. He will most likely get a beating and be told off never to speak to you again. It could have been much worse and you know that.

You hear footsteps approaching the room ending your wait. Silco opens the door and his eyes meet yours. It’s almost like you can see a version of himself that’s hard and cold left outside the door, and the real Silco walks to you. His hair is slightly out of place, he must have been running his hands through it out of reflex. He seemed more relaxed then he was at the bar. He walks up to and places himself between your legs. You move your hands to his shoulders. “I’m guessing you solved the problem.” He looks down to the floor and smirks. “You could say that.” You laugh knowing he fixed things and made sure you’re safe. “Always getting jealous over me.” He shook his head and moved from you to go sit in his chair. “It’s not my fault it’s yours. Plus I don’t do well with sharing what’s mine.” You blush at his words. He always has such an effect on you after events like this.

You moved off the desk and walked around it to stand in front him. One of his hands moves to grab the back of your knee and moves along it slowly. You place your hands on the chair's arms and lean into his space. You moved over to the left side of his face and placed a kiss to his jawline before moving to his ear. “I think I owe you a favour and you need to relax a bit from this eventful day.” Both of his hands moved to your hips in a comforting way. “Whatever you want my love.” You smirk and move to straddle him and place yourself right in his lap. Shifting around to get comfortable caused him to intake a sharp breath. You moved your hand to cup his face and leaned in to kiss him. It started slowly and gentle, you wanted to calm him down a bit after the ruff day. Your hands in his hair giving small tugs every now and then. His hands on your hips holding you close.

It was sweet but that wasn’t the goal of the night. You began to rock your hips of him while swiping your tongue over his lip to deepen the kiss. He grunted in approval allowing you to have control. You felt him getting harder and his muscles relaxing more. He started to pull your hips more into him making you be more demanding. You started to kiss down his neck while moving your legs to the ground and resting on your knees. He placed a hand on the side of your face and ran his thumb over your cheek in a soft and loving way, a reminder for how much he cares for you. “You’re so beautiful.” He was staring right into your eyes with a soft look on his face, a look just for you. You smiled and leaned into his touch. You moved a hand to his belt buckle and gave a light tug asking for permission. He gave a nod allowing you to continue. You made work of his dress pants and relieved him from his briefs. You ran a hand over his length causing him to hold his breath before taking the tip in your mouth. He groaned and threw his head back while putting his hands in your hair. You swiped your tongue around the tip before fully taking him in your mouth. You teased him a bit moving extremely slowly up and down. He gave a small tug on your hair as a warning not to tease him, so giving him what he wanted you moved at a steady pace. His hands had a tight grip in your hair but not in a demanding way. Silco’s mouth was open and he was taking deep breaths as you continued. You could tell he was getting close. His hips started to thrust up to meet your mouth and he was letting faint curses slip from under his breath. Silco started to push your head down to meet his hips, taking control of the pace. You let him have the control knowing he was about to finish. He finally came in your mouth cursing out. You gladly swallowed and whipped the edges of your mouth.

“God you make me a fucking mess my dear.” He tucked himself away and passed you a handkerchief from his pocket to clean your mouth. He pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around you. “That’s why you love me.” You said with a smirk on your face Silco would be happy to see the rest of his life. “It is one of the reasons. I suppose we are even now.” He laughed and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Just for today. I’m sure it won’t be the same for tomorrow.” You tucked yourself into the place between his neck and shoulder enjoying the warmth from him.

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One of my best friends just sent me this, saying he made it for me.

He truly gets me :’) 

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My home (Silco/Femreader)

Warning mature content ahead. Kinda smut but not fully.

In a place like the underground home is not a common word or feeling. Most often things are never permanent. Change and loss are the one consistent event everyone knows. So being able to say you have your own home is a gift.

It’s no shiny house in Piltover but it will do. It’s a room off of the main office in the Last Drop. A large bed covered by black bedding with a dresser on one end and a writing desk on the other. A window on the left takes up most of the wall that lights the room. On the opposite side there’s a small bathroom, nothing big but it’s functional.

It’s warm and inviting. No one would think it’s a bedroom above a club, it’s not like anyone knows it exists anyway. It had a hidden door behind a bookcase, a very important safety feature you would guess.

While lying in the bed there’s an extremely distinct feature. The sheets are filled with the smell of an expensive cologne mixed with a hint of cigar, but definitely not a cheap kind. You know this smell from anywhere, it’s Silco, it's your home. The feeling of the soft sheets and the smell of him is comforting and makes you never want to leave, what better way to wake up in the morning.

You hear faint powerful footsteps approaching knowing it’s him from a mile away. You lay back down into the bed wanting to pretend you’re still asleep because knowing him there is a very high chance you will be forced out of bed. Closing your eyes when the footsteps reach the door, there’s a pause. The door opens slowly as he walks in with careful steps and makes sure the door closes without a sound. He walks over to the dresser and you hear him place down a few things along a sound of fabric hitting the surface. His next steps are even quieter, guessing he took his shoes off. You remain still but his presence is suffocating you. The need to reach out and pull him into you is growing stronger, Silco not moving isn’t making it better.

Finally the tension breaks and he walks over to his side of the bed and you feel it dip. You’re facing his side and he lays down next to you completely. You feel one arm go above your head and his other move to your waist and he pulls you into his bare chest, now knowing that the fabric falling on the dresser was his shirt. He has a hand in your hair and the other drawing small circles on your back under your shirt.

“I know you’re awake my dear.” He said lightly into your ear. His breath was warm on your ear sending goosebumps across your body. You made a small whine and pressed closer into his hold burying your head in his neck. He laughed at your movements and held you tighter than before.

“I didn’t know it was a crime to wanna stay in bed all day. Can’t we just hide away.” You mumbled this into his neck. Technically it’s not your fault when the bed is extremely comfortable and is fitted to your body. There is no motivation to get any work done today. Guessing by the way Silco undressed he feels the same.

“I won't pass up an opportunity to keep you all to myself. I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” He gave your ass a squeeze to get his point across. This makes you blush intensely, his words always have an effect on you. “I won’t complain, not like there’s anyone outside this room I would want to spend my time with.” You say while adjusting yourself to lay on your stomach resting your weight on an elbow in order to face him. “How would you like to spend our time together?” A smirk fell on your face causing Silco to smile. He leaned over and looked you directly in your left eye, then your lip’s, finishing at your right eye and smirked back. “Exactly how I want to.”

His hand goes to your jaw and he closes the distance between you. His lips are rough but move in a gentle caring way. You moan into him and swear you hear a small one back from him. You can tell he wants you to know how he feels for you. The kiss becomes more demanding and aggressive but never less passionate. Silco guides you to lay on your back and he takes his place between your legs while kissing you. Your hands are in his hair and giving the occasional pull makes him hum satisfied. One of his hands is by your head holding him up while the other glide’s under your shirt. His warm hand sends shivers over your body. His touch is gentle but he knows what he wants.

He pulls back from you and looks you in the eyes while giving the shirt a light tug. Silco is a man that can get anything he wants and people won’t blink twice about it. However here the king of the underground asking for permission to continue. He never failed to be a gentleman for you. You nodded your head yes and smiled, that was all he needed. He lifted your shirt off leaving you in just your underwear. Silco’s lips went to your neck leaving kisses and small bites sure to leave marks. He found a particular sensitive spot causing you to cry out his name, you felt him smirk and he made sure to leave a extra dark mark there. He continued his attack on your neck down to your breasts. He took one in his hand while using his mouth to pay attention to the other. Hearing each moan you let out only made him want to continue. He knew exactly how to please you and never failed to have his name be the only thing you cry out.

His free hand was on the inside of your thigh trying small circles and closer to where you wanted him but refraining from giving you what you wanted. Finally you got fed up. “Silco please.” You cry out. He stops his actions completely. He removes his hand and mouth from your chest and his hand comes to a still. “Please what my dear? Use your words.” He looked in your eyes with complete truth. He wasn’t cold like normal barking orders at people, his voice was gentle. You throw an arm over your face trying to hide a bit. “Please touch me.”

He groaned at your words as if he had wanted to hear that all day. Silco leaned down to your ear while moving his hand again but now towards where you need him. He pressed two fingers to your clit and applied pressure causing you to moan out. He made small circles while maintaining the same pressure. Your breath became faster and more shallow so he slowed down a bit causing you to groan out annoyed. “Patience darling we are getting there, I want to enjoy my jewel a bit before she gets what she wants.” He began to remove your wet underwear. “Is this all for me. I suppose I have made you wait long enough.”

He ran two fingers across, gathering any slik out of place and using it to coat his fingers, moaning at his movements. You finally feel him push his fingers into you causing you to sigh out in relief. Silco is slow at first, being patient and working in and out. You’re in his care and he intends on making sure you know that. You whine and whimper a bit wanting him to give you more. He listens and begins to push up on the spot you need. Your head falls back against the soft pillows as your mind fades into nothing but him. He sees how your back arched and head fell back so he started going faster.

You felt him go faster and started to lose your mind even more. “God! Yes Sil just like that.” Your hands were looking for something to ground yourself on so you reached out and pulled him closer to you. He complied and never lost his rhythm moving down to your ear. “Does feel good my love?” His words like silk on your ears sending shivers over your body. His words only pushed you closer to the edge. “Y-yes! It feels so good don’t stop.” He moved his other hand to your clit while keeping the same movements inside you. The second his hand completed a circle your mind and body snapped and your orgasm ripped through your body.

Silco placed soft kisses to your neck waiting for your breath to steady slightly, he could tell how tired you became. Finally calming down a bit he moved out from you and off the bed into the bathroom. He came back with a warm cloth to clean you up. Once down he tossed the cloth away and got a clean pair of underwear for you and pushed some hair away from your face. You went to get up but he stopped you. “Not yet love, lay down with me for a little longer.” “Wait, what about you?” “Don’t worry about me, today was for you. Rest with me now.” Listening to him you placed yourself on his chest while he played with your hair. You both relaxed and content in your home.

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These Silco pieces by Highkun driving me absolutely insane

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The hands, the haaaaands!!!

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Comfort me (Silco/Reader)

It was a rare occasion to see such a thing. To others he’s a hard and cold man, with piercing eyes that frame the facial expression capable of death on sight. The sight in front of you was far from that. His hair was a mess with loose strands framing his face. A cold drink pressed to his forehead, clearly trying ease a headache. But the most stunning part of all was his bare torso on display. Normally there was a vest with a red shirt underneath with all the buttons done up. Not tonight. The vest had been lost and all the buttons of the red shirt undone. His chest was toned and there was a faint sight of muscle but it was littered with little scars. It was a gift to see him like this, the only question was what caused this.

“I’m going to assume today didn’t go as planned.” You stated while walking over to his desk. “You could say that.” He looked up to meet your eyes with a tired look on his face. You leaned over the front of the desk and questioned. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“I have been waiting to talk about it all damm day.” He said while finishing his drink and placing it on the desk. He moved back into his chair and patted his leg wanting you to sit. You moved to the other side of the desk and took your place on his lap. You moved a hand to play with his hair and let the other draw small circles on his chest.

“What has all happened today to cause this?” You had a worried look on your face. “With the stress of business along with the fading loyalty of workers on top of Jinx killing six enforcers, shit piled up.” You frowned at this. You know things have gotten more tense over the weeks but seeing how effected he was you knew they are worse then they seem. It doesn’t make things better when no one is wanting to pull their share.

“Sil I honestly think you need a small break or at least a distraction for a bit.” He took hold of your hand and placed a small kiss to it and moved it onto his cheek. He looked up into your eyes with a soft stare. “That’s what I have you for. My distraction.” You laughed lightly at this. “Is that all I am to you.” He laughed at your attempt at a tease. “Of course not darling. Just the only one capable of relaxing me.”

“Oh I will show you relaxing.” You placed light kisses across his face being extra gentle with his dark eye before finally giving him what he wanted and kissing him. Things got more heated and he sifted you legs so they could straddle his hips comfortably. One of your hands in his hair and the other exploring his chest. He planted both his hands firmly on your hips granting you the occasional rough squeeze to them. You moved to kiss down along his sharp jawline causing him to take a sharp breath in. You moved down skipping over his neck to place a few kisses on his chest before he took hold of your jaw with his hand moved you back up. You exchange a deep look before he kissed you with less aggression but more emotion. You broke apart and rested on each other’s foreheads to catch your breath.

“How was that for relaxing?” He laughed and smiled at you. “Very well like always. Would you be a dear and pass my cigar?” You leaned back to the desk to grab both the cigar and the cutter handing both to him. You moved to settle your head in his shoulder and swing your legs on the opposite arm of the chair. You went back to drawing small circles on his chest and his opposite hand played with your hair. Both enjoying the comfort you created in the room not in any hurry to go anywhere.