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[silcoitus]

Bricked Up

Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI

Silco x f!reader, Smut, reader is stuck in a wall, blowjob, fingering (female receiving), sex as payment,

Word count: 4.4k

Based on this gorgeous art by @ivyunleashed

No betas, we die like reader's dignity

After managing to escape a group of Firelights, you find yourself stuck. In a wall, to be precise. And who is it that finds you in such a vulnerable position but your boss, Silco?

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A/N: If there's enough interest, I've certainly left it open for a part two. Maybe some hurt/comfort for Reader's cuts? And some Silco cock with prolonged eye contact???

I wrote a part 2!

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Saved this to wait for when I posted something silly

Like Silco wearing grey sweatpants kinda silly

Specifically this line:

Neither do you, you want to say, now desperately imagining what his casual wear might be like. Did he wear jeans? Dad shorts? Turtlenecks? Your mind was racing like he was a ken doll and you were in the toy clothing section.

[medic-simp]

Average -- Silco Smutshot

Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 2.4k Content Warnings: Boss/Employee relationship, flirting, vaginal fingering, flirting

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Beta reader: @silcoitus <3

You were sweating like a motherfucker.

You had never really made much of yourself. As a kid you were quiet and unassuming, sticking to the inside edge of the sidewalk and letting people pass you by. Now, you’ve landed a decent job bartending at the club of the Undercity: The Last Drop. One would argue that’s not the most low-profile job, but you manage to make it relatively quiet.

The first time you spoke to your boss was during your interview, and he promptly hired you at the end of it. That was also the last time you spoke to your boss and you were quite happy with that fact. You hadn’t been so fond of the way he stared you down, like you were a simple snack he’d indulge in on a work break. You much prefer not being looked at to being look down upon.

Unfortunately for you, you’re going to get looked down upon again. And likely die.

You were cleaning up some things around the bar a few hours in advance to the night life kick that always seemed to happy around 7 o’clock or so when Sevika came from downstairs. You heard her heavy boots on the staircase and started making a strong tequila concoction until you saw the look on her face and your stomach dropped.

Sevika was grinning at you, and Sevika never smiles. You abruptly stopped what you were doing and demanded to know what happened—what was wrong.

“Boss wants you.”

The worst three words you could possibly hear.

Now here you stand, after taking the longest amount of time possible to trudge up the stairs and make your way down the hall. However long that had been, it was enough time for a thin layer of sweat to dampen your palms, chest, forehead, armpits, everything.

You had heard enough about your boss so that you were comfortable never exchanging more than a quick point of eye contact with him. Fingernails torn out, limbs removed, tongues cut out, eyes gouged. You weren’t ready to abandon your comfortably invisible life for a fate like that.

You’re still not ready for it, but it might happen today anyhow.

The door knob slips between your sweaty fingers and you take another embarrassing attempt to open the door. Of course the hinges have to squeal obnoxiously when you enter—as they have never squealed before now—and you can’t help but look up and enjoy the last few minutes of your life. As anxiety-filled as they may be.

To your relief, Silco isn’t looking back at you. That’s probably a good sign, right?

His office, that you’ve only been in once or twice before, smells strongly of the cigars he’s fond of, the ones whose smoke is usually permeating the ceiling of the club. The lighting isn’t too bad either. The green is unsurprising, considering the bright sign outside the establishment, but you’re caught off guard by the large stained glass window that had left your memory until seen again.

You close the door, and now Silco looks up. He stops writing—which you hadn’t noticed he’d been doing until he paused—and the window seems to make him glow. A strange little halo of light beams from behind him, and the unusual mixture of color with the lamplight from his desk somehow compliments his pallid skin tone.

Silco doesn’t say anything, only cocking an eyebrow at you.

“You- um- you wanted me? Sir?” The words stumble clumsily from your mouth, and you have to work against your base reflexes to not cringe at your own stupidity.

Silco hums, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Come, sit,” he beckons, pointedly nodding to the chair in front of his desk.

You do so without a word, tripping over your feet before managing to land in the seat without crashing or something ridiculous like that.

“Whatever I did, sir,” you begin, working up the courage to moderately plead for your life, “I didn’t mean it and there’s got to be some way to fix it.”

As you nervously wring your hands together, Silco’s brow curls in for a second before he throws his head back and lets out a generous laugh.

What.

You smile awkwardly, letting out a hesitant chuckle of your own as your eyes linger anxiously on Silco’s amused grin.

“You think I’m going to kill you?” he asks, and you can’t say you’ve seen him more pleased—or at least you haven’t heard of him being more pleased. He must be able to tell just by the look on your face that you were fearing exactly that, because Silco chuckles again.

“No, no,” he assures, his expression maturing into something more neutral. Or is it just calm? You can’t tell. You’re too focused on the relieving breath you can finally let out, the rigid tension of your body melting away as Silco tells you that you are, in fact, not going to die.

“I had a curious thought. You always do just enough to do your job right, but there’s nothing ever of notice or reward,” he sighs, leaning onto his elbows. “Have you always been so… average?”

Double what.

There’s no accusation in his tone, and he’s not making fun of you. He’s genuinely confused.

“Oh. Um, yeah, I guess so.” Looking back on it, he’s right. It was kind of what you aimed for.

Silco’s brows raise in thoughtful consideration at that and he pulls back his arms, beginning to work the cuffs of his sleeves.

“Is that who you really are?” He offers a warm smile, as if that’s such a casual thing to ask. He manages to make it feel that way—natural. You feel at ease with the way he looks at you.

He rolls up one sleeve, and starts on the other, an idle set of motions as you decipher his words and chew on your own.

“What do you mean by that?” You eye the reveal of Silco’s pale forearms none too subtly, biting back a grin at the thin sinew and bone that flexes with the flick of his wrist.

Silco laughs to himself. “You can’t be that boring.” His voice is soft, considerate. “There must be more to you.”

“You ask all of your employees these questions?” You try your best to sound nonchalant when you speak but you’re not sure it comes out the way you want it to as you watch Silco flex his long fingers.

Janna’s tits, those fingers… am I getting paid for this meeting or do I get some other kind of... compensation?

You press your thighs together at that thought. As intrusive as getting fingered by Silco might be, you can’t find it in you to think Hell no! Not from my boss!

In your head, it’s starting to sound more like, Hell yes, from my boss!

Silco’s eyebrow—the one not drawn on—gives a little tick and he looks you up and down, the fire in his gaze feeling less and less professional with every passing second. This is going down a certain hole and you’re not opposed to it at all, however good or bad that may be. There’s not a care in your mind, not with the way your face heats up from the barest attention he offers.

He definitely knows what you’re thinking.

With a quick movement, Silco pushes out his chair and stands, rounding to your side of the desk. He doesn’t walk more than he glides, taking long, fluid strides under your watchful gaze until he comes to a halt behind you.

“Only the ones I think are worth asking,” he hums. His hand is a sudden but gentle pressure on your shoulder, narrow fingers tapping a patient rhythm against your collarbone. You’re intoxicated by the heat of him so close, thankful you’re already sitting because if you were to stand you would be embarrassingly weak in the knees.

“You think I’m that special?” Your voice trembles at the edges and you can hear Silco’s smile in the laugh he keeps to himself. Your heart pounds behind your ribcage as his hand inches upwards, fingers spanning across your throat and lingering for the barest of moments before they continue up to your chin. He applies a slight pressure, and you tip your head back obediently, greeted with Silco’s smugness in upside-down format.

His other hand comes up, grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, and just when you think it will take the same journey as its twin, Silco surprises you. His fingers divert drawing back until he can lace them through the strands at the base of your neck, brushing through your hair with a jarring degree of tenderness.

“Quite special,” he murmurs, letting his hand run absently through your hair. You close your eyes, breathing in the nearby smell of him; smoke and expensive products that you couldn’t name if you tried.

“You’re special enough to learn,” he adds, and before you have a chance to ask him what he means, his fingers halt in their tracks and tangle into your hair, pulling hard.

Your yelp catches on a half-drawn breath, the muscles around your throat straining from the angle he tilts your head back at.

“Do you know what I mean by that, darling?” The pet name has you melting and you catch his clever smirk at your reaction.

“N-no.”

“I want to learn what makes you tick,” Silco purrs, releasing your hair and returning your proper breathing privileges. “What exactly will break you? What will have you sobbing my name into the morrow, hmm?”

He asks it like you have the damn answers.

If the flood downstairs is anything to go off of… “I’d say you’re on the right track to figuring it out,” you quip, voice breathy and weak and desperate.

Silco grins wryly, one hand grabbing your arm and pulling you up. Your world spins as Silco handles you to his liking, turning so your back is to the desk as he pushes you against it. His unmistakable hardness presses between the two of you and it sends a rush of heat to your head. Though, you are thankful you’re not the only one stupidly aroused at all of this.

Instead of responding with a quick-witted remark of his own, Silco crashes his lips onto yours, an action long-awaited and much-appreciated. Your surprise leaves your mouth agape and Silco takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, invading with the strong taste of his whiskey and cigars.

You moan against him, fisting the lapels of his vest between your desperate fingers as if you could rip the garment off him. His hands respond in kind, pulling eagerly at your shirt and pulling it up your body. Your lips break away only to slide your top over your head before it’s thrown to the side and you have at each other once again.

You abandon your futile attempts at the complicated fabric of Silco’s chest, now helping him with you­r own pants. They’re shucked off in a hurry as Silco wraps hands under your thighs and lifts you onto the desk, slotting himself between your legs. He works to pull your panties off of you, leaving you to shiver at the cold that hits your wetness.

Just when you think he’ll throw your panties to the side as well, he stuffs them in his vest pocket.

“Safe keeping,” he says, smirking.

“You’re buying me another pair then,” you huff, watching with bated breath as Silco’s fingers dance featherlight touches up the insides of your thighs, a winning grin painted on his face.

“I’ll buy you hundreds more,” he says with a groan before he brings his thumb to circle your wet clit. Your moan is eagerly swallowed by his mouth as he kisses you again, all complaints of your undergarments long forgotten as you lose yourself to the blissful pressure of his ministrations. As subtle as they are for the time being, it’s a much-appreciated relief from the burning tension and ache he had left you with.

He gathers your wetness on his fingers, running teasing touches through your folds until he prods your entrance with two digits. He nudges, taunting, and the friction isn’t enough. You have to whine into his mouth for him to relent and finally penetrate you, curling both fingers against your walls at the most delightful angle.

“Most do better with positive reinforcement rather than negative,” Silco hums, letting your hips grind absently against his hand, “let’s test that sentiment, shall we?”

Silco’s hand begins to rock against you in kind, fingers thrusting and curling at a gentle pace. He eases the ache with gentle kisses to the bared skin of your throat. You’re already embarrassingly close to your climax, clenching around his fingers as his palm grinds into your sensitive clit.

“Perhaps if this happens more often you’ll give me a little more effort on the clock, hm?” Silco muses, working you effortlessly, as if he’d known your body over years rather than just locking onto your every sweet spot in a matter of minutes.

All you can do is whine, the syllables of his name drawn out in long, strained cries as he brings you closer and closer to your peak. His lips are upon your breasts, sucking red marks onto your skin before he takes a nipple between his teeth. Lords above, he's going to make you come, but you want this to last!

Your walls must be clenching feverishly around his fingers as testament to your restraint because Silco eases your ruminations.

“Come for me, darling,” he says, voice a breathy purr against your lips, “let me see it all come undone, whenever you’re ready.”

As if his ministrations weren’t enough, Silco’s words push you over the edge and the next thing you know, you’re lying on your back on the table, sighing his name to the heavens. Just in the corner of your vision Silco is grinning, the heel of his palm grinding perfectly and his fingers crooking just so, working you through your high until it’s too much and you have to grab his wrist to get him to stop.

He’s careful when he pulls his fingers from you, and equally careful—if not a little bit tender—when he sits you up and pulls you into the thin expanse of his chest. His heartbeat is a steady thing beneath your ear and your own pulse seems to sync up to it as you climb down from your hearty orgasm.

“I knew there was more to you,” Silco muses, chin resting atop your head, “If you show me some authenticity in your work, I’ll really have no option but to reward you in a similar fashion to this.”

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Hello there! Nice to meet you and welcome to my strange universe.

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CURRENT WIPs

BEND BUT NOT BREAK

Arcane Jane Eyre Regency Silco AU Gothic Romance Suspense

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IRON & GLASS

Arcane Canonesque AU Young Silco and OC melding into Canon Arcane

rated MATURE

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TWO MASKS

Arcane Regency Silco One-Shot (might be a multi-chapter). Smut-filled encounter at a Piltover masquerade ball.

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I am thinking of new Silco stories. One is rumbling in my head, and I might toss the idea around to see if it's worth exploring.

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@silcoitus, @shahs1221, @missygoesmeow, @dad-dumpster, @cmon-man

I'm very humbled by all the kind and generous people out there.

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Fall writing challenge

This is the first piece for a little writing challenge I make with some authors friends. I’m going to post these a little irregularly, but there are going to be some seasonal fics ☺️🥰.

Thanks go out to @silcoitus, @beardedladyqueen, @fantadym for beta reading and giving me tips. You’re the best 😘🥹 *smooches*

[Silco x OC] [Silco x female character] [fall season in the Undercity] [fluffy Silco]

TW: [Seasonal depression] [loneliness]

“When you’re near me…” - One shot

Fall is always a gloomy time in the Undercity. The suntime in Piltover is short and barely even reaches the depth of the Undercity.

This time of year does something with Silco. It makes him grumpy, quick to anger and over all distracted. In some years, a seasonal depression hits him during this time and the already gloomy atmosphere around him becomes an even darker shadow over him.

Even Jinx notices the pain in his eyes, but knows she can’t do anything to help him or better his mood.

He barely sleeps on those nights, always turning and tossing from side to side - reliving the dreadful day that Vander disfigured his face and changed his life forever.

But there is hope in this darkness.

You.

You have been with him since he was a young man in the rebellion. You cared for him when he came home - soaked in blood and toxic river water. You gave him a home in your heart when he had nothing.

He was not a man of many words that time, but your presence soothed his heart and soul… back then… and still to this day. During his seasonal depression, he needed you near him to actually get to sleep peacefully and sometimes, when the door to his office is locked shut, he needed your affection and affirmations during the daytime. Sometimes, you had wild sex and others, you just quietly sat in his lap with his arms around you and his head resting on your scalp.

But now… now you’re gone… for a while now. Away from him in order to do important contracts for him in Piltover.

Everyday you’re not with him is like physical torture for him. He needs you in these times more than anything…

Lost in the dark abyss of his own great mind, he sits at his desk bent over papers in an attempt to find a way to get back to work and into a rhythm.

Suddenly, there's a commotion outside his office door and just a moment later Jinx bursts in - her whole face is a firework of emotions. “MOMMY’S BACK!!!! MOMMY'S BACK!!”

Then, a little female chuckle as his beautiful woman ascends the stairs to his office. His face lights up a bit and he rises from his chair to meet her halfway.

________

You immediately notice the dark circles on your longtime boyfriend's face and you know what pain he is in.

His arms wind around you - pressing your body against his and nuzzling his head against your neck. A relieved hum leaves his chest.

One of your hands crawls into his hair, massaging his scalp, while your other strokes his back up and down.

“It’s one of those years, huh…” you note and he nods in your embrace.

“This time without you… it was painful. I’m very glad you’re back - within my reach,” he says and you can feel how his body slowly slouches against you - the insomnia of the past two weeks catching up with him.

“Then get on the couch, dearest. I'll be back very soon. I’ll get something to get your mood steady." You start walking out the door. Your head is already buzzing with the things you want to prepare for Silco and Jinx when you feel a desperate grip on your arm.

“Don’t go again…” Silco's voice is gentle but firm in your ear. You feel the hurt in his voice and it breaks you.

Your other hand wanders over his and presses it softly. Your mind is racing now on what best to do. You know he hasn’t eaten in the days you were away, so you need to feed him somehow. Then you get the idea:

“Then come with me…” you smile over your shoulder “… I bet you and Jinx are starving - so let’s prepare ourselves some yummy food.”

You take Silco's hand and he follows you willingly into your personal kitchen. You let go off his hand and walk over to the fridge, eagerly searching your mind for a suitable recipe and the fridge for the ingredients. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Silco standing in the place you left him as he looks absently at the floor. You take all the ingredients out and unfortunately overload your arms.

“Could you… would you mind helping me, dearest?” you say in an attempt to get his attention.

He immediately looks up and sprints to you , getting most of the things off you and onto the table in the middle of the kitchen.

Once everything is on the table, you pull him close into a kiss, your arms winding around his neck. Both of you indulge in this kiss for a rather long time.

When both of you couldn’t breathe anymore, you keep your arms crossed around his neck and lean your head to him.

“Come on now, let’s get my two favorite Halloween monsters fed. I thought of pumpkin cream soup and some jack-o-lantern muffins - to fit the seasonal food schedule. Is that fine for you?” You smile and he spins you around till your back is bent over the table.

“Oh I’d love that - need a hand, my little bat?” He finally has his signature smile back.

“Oh - love to, my dear vampire.”

“Then maybe I suck you dry after this cooking session and after dinner…”

“Woe me… I might need to take my time with dinner then to make it extra tasty.”

“Like you could create something that’s not tasty.”

And so you start preparing the meal for all three of you with Silco's help. Together, you cut the vegetables into small pieces. Midway, Silco gets rid of his vest and rolls up his sleeves. When his hands are not occupied cutting or stirring - they are constantly on you instead. His lips would graze your neck and he’d make little hums of pleasure.

This continues until the meal is prepared. You call for Jinx and the three of you have a great dinner together. The little Jinx enjoys the Jack-O-Lantern muffins the most, making cheerful noises when she finishes one and asks for the next.

Silco enjoys the soup most, together with a nice glass of whiskey.

After that, Jinx storms off again to work on a new invention, which leaves the cleaning to Silco and you.

“It was lovely, dearest. Your cooking never disappoints,” Silco states while drying the last bowls.

You smile, satisfied with his answer.

“Feeling better now?”

“The only thing that would round this lovely evening up, would be you and me and the comfort of our bed, behind closed doors...” his hands are on your hips again and he nibbles on your neck.

“… after all I promised to suck you dry.”

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Rainbow Drabble Challenge

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Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo <- Previous Chapter

Overall Summary: This is a short love story about Otto Hightower being a sexy bastard. There WILL be a happy ending. The reader is mid to late twenties in age.

Chapter Summary: You are married to Ser Otto and thoroughly enjoy what the night offers.

Thank you to @silcoitus for beta reading! <3

Thank you to all who read! I do have an additional story rattling around in my head for Ser Otto but no actual plans to write it (as of right now). It would be the second part of this story set more in the events of HOTD 👀

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[spinster!reader] [Otto Hightower x f!reader] [smut] [vaginal sex] [edging] 

You woke in Otto Hightower’s arms hearing your mother lament about your poor health. Even after you proved your heartiness by standing of your own will, she barely let off. Fretting about this and that, the whirlwind that is your mother buzzed around you. 

She only stopped when Ser Otto offered to have the Maester look you over, seemingly pleased with your future husband’s care. However, he did not lead you to the Maester, but to your private chamber. Where you would expect to feel fraught with worry of being caught, you found his quiet presence peaceful.

There is nothing anyone could say that would ruin this wedding, for the worst was already done. A maid brought you food at his request, and he stayed to watch you eat and drink. His steely gaze would have read as disapproval from any other, but you know it is out of concern. 

The care a man such as he provides is stern, without flowery gestures with a mind reminiscent of a glacier, and you cannot wait to see what lies beneath the surface. 

To your astonishment, a week later you are married in Baelor’s Sept, the oldest and grandest temple of worship. When you are draped in Ser Otto’s cloak, you feel the warmth of love and gratitude melt your heart, and you blink away tears of happiness. 

Oh, how different your life will be from the nightmare you found yourself in. You never thought you would find happiness with a man by your side, let alone one you chose. 

The feast is the most delicious you have ever eaten, yet you only eat enough to be lightly sated. Easy enough to do with the Queen herself, who is also Ser Otto’s daughter, studying your every movement. 

You know most of what happens after—more than any maiden should—but you cannot help the nervousness blooming in your belly. 

You have not been able to talk with Ser Otto in private since your argument. Open doors were standard for an unwed couple if you were alone in a room together, you know, but you grew to hate it with each passing second. 

Why did he decide to marry you? What did he promise your family? What did he tell the drunken lord?

So many questions swirl around your mind in a dizzying, but soothing pattern. Or is that the effects of the wine? 

You drink a little more and smile at the regal man seated beside you, warmth radiating from your heart. He smiles as well, softer and more subtle while taking your hand in his and leaning over to whisper in your ear. 

“I think it is high time we depart, don’t you?”

You swallow hard, blush painting your cheeks a deep red, and simply nod your agreement. The pair of you make your farewells quickly and retreat to Ser Otto’s private chamber. You have never seen his room before, it would not have been polite for an unwed Lady to visit, and he so rarely uses it. 

Thrice as large as yours and filled with decadent furniture, you feel lost as you enter through the heavy wooden door. So taken in by the environment, you barely register Ser Otto bolting the door closed, ensuring your privacy. 

His arms snaking around your middle startle you. Turning within his embrace, you face him, meeting his gaze lovingly. 

“Why?” You ask, not knowing the precise question to ask. “How?”

He smirks, one hand smoothing up your back while the other holds you to him ever tighter. “Your loyalty to your family is admirable, Lady wife.”

The title sends a rush of warmth in between your legs, and you cannot help the lustful way you bite your lip. His sneaky hand delves into your hair, grabbing it from the root to pull your head back. A surprised moan escapes your parted lips at the feeling, and you’re as good as his when he leans in close, beard and hot breath tickling the cup of your ear. 

“And did you truly think I could have you, and not crave you again?” His other hand wanders lower, taking firm hold of your ass. “You are mine, don’t you remember saying so?”

His words leave you speechless and aching with only one focus. 

“Remind me?” You reply, wit somehow returning through the rush of lustful thoughts. 

His eyes darken with hunger as he leads you to the bed, where he undresses you like a present, slow and methodical. Your garments are hung over a nearby chair one by one until your skin is bare to him. 

He steps back, admiring your body with an intensity that makes your heart flutter and you approach him with shy, uncertain steps, smoothing your hands up his chest. 

“It is your turn, my Lord husband.” The words are foreign on your tongue but incite such happiness. 

Your clumsy fingers work at undoing his doublet, but he waits patiently. His clothes adorn another chair, his heavy leather doublet first to drape over the back. Undershirt next, warm cotton revealing his soft stomach, body hair thick and graying, trailing down his torso, disappearing beneath the hem of his trousers. 

His skin is hot to the touch, your hands feeling up his bare chest experimentally, loving the feel of the coarse hair. 

He cocks his brow, smirking as he teases. “Is that all you wish to see?”

You shake your head with a smile and sink to your knees slowly as an answer, your hands never leaving him. Licking your lips enticingly, fingers hovering over the string holding his pants closed, you almost giggle at the look of frustration on his face as you untie his boots instead. 

After you place his boots off to the side, the strain of his cock against his pants makes it more difficult to unlace them, and you hopelessly struggle with it. Patience wilting, Ser Otto saves you more embarrassment, thumb sliding under the string and deftly loosening it. 

You slowly pull the fabric down, eyes going wide as his cock bounces free. 

He sits in one of the clothes-lined chairs before you take off his pants completely, your eyes never leaving his swollen cock. Ser Otto lets out a shuddering breath when your hands run up his bare thighs but grabs your wrists when you reach his groin. 

“Leave that for another night, Lady Wife. I have misgivings to atone for.”

He helps you rise to your feet gently before standing and leading you to the bed. Your heart pounds in your chest as the moment grows near. The ache between your legs pulses as he lays you on the soft fabric, a royal dark emerald to match his family crest. His knees push your legs open, cock so close to where you need it most and yet so far.

The yearning grows too large, taking over your every being. Fuck his atonement! You need his skin pressed against yours, his breath filling your lungs—his cock stretching your cunt. 

Giving in to carnal pleasure, you let your reservations burn away and embrace him. Greedy hands bring his face to yours, lips passionately interlocking, each of you eager to show your love, devotion, need for the other. 

He melts in your resolve and sits back, long legs splayed in front of him, allowing you to straddle him. Brazenly, you reach between your legs, softly gripping his length to line it up with your entrance. Hot, surprisingly soft skin, he twitches in your hand, a drop of precum adorning its head like a tiny crown. 

You whimper, high-pitched and shaky, his cock sliding through your folds, pleasuring your hardening little clit so deliciously. It is not what you meant to do, but it feels so divine that you do it again, slower this time. Ser Otto moans into your mouth, one hand gripping your ass to steady your quickening rhythm and leaning back on the other. 

Your hips buck as you grind against him, the movement as natural as breathing. Slick sounds fill the air as the familiar tension grows in your core. 

“Let me hear you.” He commands, voice breathy and deep. “Let King’s Landing hear you!”

Ser Otto lifts your hips a little higher on your next pass, and his cock slides into you with ease. Your head tilts back as you sing from the delightful stretch of him, taking in his length slowly until your hips are flush with his.

Desperate little thrusts of your hips, you keen as you balance on the edge of marital bliss with Ser Otto’s shuddering moans painting your neck in his hot, panting breath. You could live in this moment forever—make love to him forever. He clings to you ever tighter like a mooring in a storm, with each wave stronger than the last until his nails are digging into your skin. 

His cock grows ever harder inside of you, massaging your bundle of nerves deep within in a mind-bending way. 

“Otto!” You cry out, hips bucking uncontrollably toward your release. 

Cradling him to you, you feel the base of his cock pulse and twitch, your name fast on his lips to call out his bliss. The pinnacle of your climax takes the breath from your lungs–back-arching, throbbing elation that reaches from the tip of your toes to the top of your spine. Your pleasures are so intensely entwined you do not know where you end, and he begins; even the air itself is heavy with the scent of your communion.

Ser Otto leans back on both hands, utterly spent, but you still cling to him, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.   

“Are you satisfied, Lady wife?” he muses, kissing the top of your head.

You lift your head and smile mischievously, “For now.”

Ser Otto raises his brow in question, and you elaborate.

“What was the atonement you spoke of, I wonder?” 

“It was letting you have your way with me.” He rolls you onto your back and looms from above with the commanding presence you fell in love with. “I will not be so docile in the future.”

“Promise?” You ask, heat returning despite the soreness settling in between your legs. 

He smirks in approval and kisses your forehead before rising slowly from the bed. Without his heat, you curl up to conserve your evaporating warmth, the ambient air assaulting your bare skin. 

He retrieves a small wooden box from atop the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed, torso turned toward you. 

“In truth, this is my atonement. It is no mere object, but a symbol of my promise to be a good husband.” He pauses, bowing his head. “To be better.”

Heart aching for him, you move to his side, arms touching as you lean on him with loving but silent support. He offers you the small box, and you look into his kind hazel eyes before gently taking it. The top slides off easily enough, revealing a beautiful ring. Gold filigree frames a brilliant amethyst, its violet hues dazzling you despite the dimming light of the fire.

The gesture overwhelms you as much as it pleases you, rendering you silent as he takes your right hand in his and adorns your ring finger with the precious stone. 

“I love you.” You confess suddenly, unable to find any other words but those.

He cups your face gently, thumbs caressing your soft skin, his eyes intense and devoted. “I love you too.” 

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thinking h0rny thots again about silco. i just need him to bend me over his desk and rearrange my guts. wanna have bruises on my hips from being rammed into the wood of the desk

*pat pat* you’re in good company, friend. I may not be up to date reading/writing silco smut but might I suggest @silcoitus for newer material, or some old classics from @chickenparm or @sweatandwoe or @astudyincontrasts ? Others feel free to hype yourselves up in the comments as well; as I say, I haven’t been keeping up to date on reading things - particularly smut - so there’s a very high chance I missed things.

[g4l4xy-qu33n]

Hi hello I saw your ask where you showed Inky your printed copy of DWM and I need to know how you did that n o w. I want to do this for both my own fics and my fave ones by other authors. Obviously I have to finish writing my fics first but this is very motivating.

OMG?! SILCOITUS??? MY OTHER FAVOURITE SILCO FIC WRITER????? (next to Inky ofc) TALKING TO ME???

Excuse me I gotta go freak tf out

Anyway,

How I printed DWM

just a warning, this is gonna be kinda long

Well, the first thing I did was transfer the fic itself onto an a5 word document! (a google doc would work as well; pretty much anything that you can write on that can be set to a5, or a custom paper size if you want)

Then after copy-pasting the entire fic, I set the margins to 20mm for the top and both sides, and 25mm on the bottom, then added a page number at the bottom using the add page numbers feature. (You can manually type them if you really want to, but DWM was 599 pages long soooo)

I used the font Garamond set on size 11.5, with the chapter headings being size 12 btw

Then I scrolled through the whole document to check for any spacing errors. I also moved the start of every chapter onto a new page (just pressed enter a bunch until it moved down onto a new page-)

After that, I found some art that I would like to use for the cover page, then put text onto that art using a website called Canva (I’m Australian, and this website may not be available to you. Some alternatives are: Procreate, Photoshop, Ibis Paint, or literally anything that you can use to add text on top of an image that can be set to a5, or your chosen page size; make sure that the covers are the same size as the actual pages with the writing on them)

Then I designed the covers, and put the fanfic description on the back to use as the blurb.

I downloaded the covers next and put them at the start and end of the word doc with the actual fanfic on it. Some printing companies may not want the covers as a part of the main document tho so keep that in mind.

Then I created the spine, but I had no idea of the width needed, since I didn't know how thick 599 pages would be. (The website/company I used to print it out automatically sized the spine to be the right width-)

I also wrote out a disclaimer for the publishing/copyright page, but it's not necessary at all, I just didn't exactly feel like getting sued.

Then after I finished allll of that, I found a website/company that would print it out for me, called ePrint Online, but thats an Australian website so it may not ship to where you are? I'm sure there are alternatives to the website in your country tho. (unless you're an Australian)

If you want to, you can print and bind the book yourself, but the spine may not be perfect.

TLDR; I copy pasted the fic onto an a5 word doc then designed covers then used a printing website to print it out :)

hope that makes sense, and sorry if you didn't want it in that much detail, the autism told me to write it out in full for you <3

[ughthisisntright]

wip tag game

rules

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you like.

thank you @seresinsweetie 🥺🥺

some things i'm working on...

This is For Us - Part 7 | Bradley x Reader

Puzzles & Pieces Part 7 | Silco x Reader

Very much NOT interesting... I've got a wedding in 23 days so I haven't had much time to write! Feel free to send what you want!

tagging: @roosterscock @roosterbruiser @roosterforme @silcoitus @lullabyes22-blog @sebsxphia @lewmagoo @rhettabbotts & anyone else who I've missed who wants to play along! (no pressure, ofc 🩷)

[silcoitus]

WAT IF srry caps wat if reader/y/n has to seduce someone for a mission (she works for silco) but silco yknow is jealous (also srry I put she it can be gn) love ya.

-JL

Thank you for this request, JL! This was fun to write. Also if Hoskel sounds ooc, it's cause I didn't care enough about him to do more research on him lmaoooooo

Honeypot

Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI

Word count: 3.2k

Beta reader: @medic-simp

Tags: silco x f!reader, jealous silco, possessive silco, sevika, councilor hoskel, rough sex, penis in vagina sex, left open for a second part because i can’t help myself apparently,

It's been decided that you will seduce Councilor Hoskel in order to give Sevika and her team enough time to secure an important document from inside his estate. The only complication? Your boyfriend Silco is not enthused about the idea of watching you flirt with another man.

Read on AO3

A/N: In classic me fashion, I left an opening for a second part. Gotta go on the opera "date" to finish the mission!

Taglist: @averagecrastinator @mazikomo @writingmysanity @insult-2-injury @ariaud @jennrosefx @ins0mniac-whack @steponmesilco  @sherwood-forests @leave-me-alone-silco @givemebeansnow @aeryntheofficial @dreamyonahill @lostbunn @eurydicethesage @thepineapplesimp @whatisafandom @violet-19999 @juicboxd @sageandberries-png @delta-is-here @mutedwordz @fly-like-egyptian-musk @jennithejester @mrsdelirium @witheringblooddemon

Join my taglist!

[napkinscrawls]

Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love!

Thankyou for the tag @juniper-sunny & @silcoitus !

This took some thinking. I wanted to focus on the fics bc I want to force myself to be kind about my new hobby, but I don't have much for Arcane yet. 😅

Nothing lika a brother sworn. Implied Benzo/Vander & past Silco/Vander. Very short & silly conversation between young revolutionaries about sworn oath brotherhood, kinks & betrayal. Wrote this as a test for my oc's Gill fic I'm trundling through.

Viktor needs maintenence. Viktor/OC. Sickeningly sweet drabble that formed from a bad health day. Kinda awkward wording & overly described but I'm a visual person struggling to learn good writing habits.

Smokestacks. YA!Silco/OC. An early drabble & think the first I posted? Originally just a plotting for a comic. Still plan to draw it properly one day. Special to me.

(art)✨Dad's night out✨

Meme redraw for Zaundad discord. First drawing of both Vander & Singed!

(art) please read Hiccups by Silcoitus.

Again one I want to finish one day. 3rd page got bit rough but the last two panels still make me giggle!

Tagged? I think everyone I know has already been tagged?? But pls consider yourself tagged if you read this far!

[medic-simp]

Reparations - Valetine's Day Oneshot

Rating: Mature || Word Count: ~600 Content Warnings: lovey dovey letter, silco not knowing words out loud, suggestive ending

Masterlist || AO3 Link

Author's note: Thank you so much to @silcoitus for beautifully writing the letter in this fic. So happy and thankful to have it for this ficlet because I don't think anyone could emulate Silco's writing better :] ❤️

no beta 🫡

Every year, Silco insists he doesn’t care for the occasion. It’s just another way for Piltie business heads to shave out some pockets. Another stupid excuse to flaunt money and wealth, to pity the Undercity’s poverty.

This is why you’re immediately suspicious of your husband as he hands you a meticulously folded piece of paper.

You look down at what you can only assume is a letter in Silco’s hand. It’s not his usual style; he tends to go for envelopes. Green wax stamps sealing each message or notice with the all-seeing Eye of Zaun. You originally suggested them to be red to match his wardrobe, but he insisted on it matching the sign over the Last Drop.

“Is this for me?” you ask, and, when Silco nods, you carefully take the paper.

“I felt the words would be more secure in that format,” Silco hums, ocean green and volcanic orange watching as you unfold the letter, being greeted by Silco’s smooth, black penmanship.

Dearest,

It has taken me many attempts thus far to write this letter but I hope this version will suffice.

I have never appreciated this day of the year. It has always been a foolish day for foolish people with extra coin to spend on a cultural scam.

Thus, you can imagine my surprise when, as this day drew nearer, I found my conscience eaten away by guilt. Guilt that I had not thought of doing anything for you.

Do not fool yourself, I still find this day utterly ridiculous at times, what with how topside celebrates; but I did seriously ponder my overall shows of affection for you.

After some thought, I landed upon a proper “gift”. I considered my work, your work, our needs.

I do not spend enough time with you, that much is plainly obvious. It has been far too long since I’ve had just one day with you. Dare I say, since before we were married.

I sincerely hope my presence for the length of this Valentine’s Day will make up for my absences, if not relieve me of the guilt of a few of them.

Always and forever yours,

Silco

“Oh, Sil,” you whisper, the letter fluttering from your hands to the floor. Looking up at Silco, you find him looking back at you, cheeks tinted the slightest shade of pink, a small smile playing at his lips–lips that you have to capture or you might go mad.

You reach for him, fingers locking into the seams, folds, and straps of his vest as you pull him into you. He doesn’t miss a beat, arms a gentle embrace around you.

His kiss, a tender wash of warm breaths and gentle hands, is returned eagerly. His mouth moves so perfectly against your own, tongues rolling once you set the bar with greedy lick to his bottom-most teeth.

Silco’s fingers grasp onto your hips with a vengeance, and yet he lets you tug him towards the door of your room, following your lead with every blind stumble.

You manage to open the door when Silco backs you up against it, fumbling for the door knob until you wiggle it open enough to fall through the threshold. Limbs tangle and teeth clash, a carnal heat spreading through every inch of your body that only Silco can abate.

You push Silco back onto the bed, his elbows propping him up. Breathless and dazed, you straddle his hips with hands pressing down his rapidly rising and falling chest.

“I suppose you’ve got a few ideas for reparations,” Silco huffs, a wicked smirk falling upon his kiss-and-bite-swollen lips.

You smirk back. “I suppose I do.”

[constantfragmentation]

What Arcane fanfics are you enjoying right now? Any recs?

Fics I've read that I really love and fics I'm catching up on include but are not limited to, and in no particular order:

(Silco fics for right now)

As Above So Below - @deny-the-issue

The Mad Scientist Assistant - @silcoitus

Forward But Never Forget - @lullabyes22-blog

The Baron's Daughter - @astudyincontrasts (Ursaborea on AO3) ** I'm in love with Study's writing style**

Tit For Tat - @silcosentropy

Metamorphasis - @the-blue-quetzalcoatl (AshtonBlue on AO3)

There are SOOO many great fanfics writers of multiple fandoms and especially the Silco fandom. I could list so many author names. And even the authors I've listed have loads more brilliant stories. But these are the most current fics I'm reading.

[kikiiswashere]

First Lines

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

tagged by: @ace-of-zaun!!! Thank you, Love!!!!

1. "The Lanes were only quiet during that sleepy time of day just before dawn." - Children of Zaun (AO3 // tumblr)

2. "It seemed entirely improbable that a human should ever fit into the tiny cloth you held up between your hands." - Waltzing for Three (AO3 // tumblr)

3. "Free drinks were one of the perks of your job." - Recover (AO3 // tumblr)

4. "It wasn’t often that the Undercity was ground to a halt because of weather." - Between Thunder and Lightning (AO3 // tumblr)

5. "It was easy enough to steal the small boat." - High Water (AO3 // tumblr)

6. "After hauling your dusty, sweaty body over the ledge, you paused to breathe and take in the view." - Climb (AO3 // tumblr)

7. "You were abusing your position, and you knew it." - Under His Skin (AO3 // tumblr)

8. "You were bored." - Wink (AO3 // tumblr)

9. "You had finally convinced Silco to step away from work at a reasonable hour." - Unfinished (AO3 // tumblr)

10. "“Keep up, Silco!” Katya called over her shoulder as she scrambled up the side of one of the thousands of Undercity catwalks." - It Takes a Village from Children of Zaun: Supplemental (AO3 // tumblr)

analysis:

The first sentences are usually pretty brief

I like to drop the reader right into the story . . .

. . . to the point where I kinda like to disorient them XD

Compared to the writing later on in these fics, the first sentences are fairly non-descriptive.

tagging: @silcoitus @ospreyadderart and anyone else who wants to play!

[deny-the-issue]

Yo. So recently, my husband surprised me with a tentacle dildo 🐙 and all I could think about was your Kraken!Silco fic 😂

10/10 would recommend 😉

To quote my lovely friend @astudyincontrasts;

"A+ marriage Doing it right Not all heroes wear capes. Some write hot hot tentacle Silco and others buy great gifts"

I humbly accept the award that puts the Oscars to shame - The Tentacler!

[yes I stayed up WAY too late making this lmao]

Thank you darling Anon, you have geniunly made my night. This is the highest compliment a smutty fanfic writer can receive!

Thank you to Study and @silcoitus for the idea, I love you both so fucking much.

You can read my Kraken!Silco fic "The Kraken of Bilgewater Bay" HERE

ko-fi link