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googled my symptoms and turns out I have to have a pretty girl kiss me

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Flat ass theory

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Great news everyone. There was a kitten wandering in the drive thru at work and my inner warrior cats kid tried to be a hero and capture him.

I have now suffered multiple puncture wounds and have to go to the emergency room.

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sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

uwaaa it totally didn't take me almost a week to respond to this HAHA

NSFW speak below the cut <3

All Yours oh my goodness golly gosh i LOVE this one. it started with a few paragraphs of Silco's love confession and i was so pleased with the dynamic that was established that i wanted and entire thingy for it lolol

Perspective i mean, come on, this passage killed me when i wrote it, kind of in love with myself for it, "A delicious alto cry that pitches up at the end, tapering in a miniscule whimper as you go around and around and around."

Rules i just recently wrote this one (like, two days ago??) and i really like it......i got the idea from a different fandom fic that i read forEVER ago and it just kind of lived rent-free in my brain for several years until i wanted to try it out on Silco LOL

Just Go To Sleep okay im super pleased with this series so far, if i can just WRITE THE ADVANCE CHAPTER SO I CAN PUBLISHE THE ONE I HAVE READY THEN IT'LL ALL BE FINE. im fine im fine im fine im fine (losing my marbles because i have NO IDEA WHERE THE PLOT IS GOING)

the entirety of Kinktober 2023 i explored many new things in my kinktober series and even unlocked some new uhhhh....interests LOLOL. definitely boosted my writing skill and creativity! also i just like to re-read some of my submissions 🤤

#lilith answers #ask game #top five #<3 #lilith writes #medic-simp

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15 break up sex?

Like You Still Love Me - Silco Smut

Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: office/desk sex, gender neutral anatomy with the exception of "cunt", no pronouns for reader, silco pov, p in v/a sex, porn with a little bit of plot, cheating

no beta !

Silco is not one prone to “bad decisions”, but it should be obvious that a relationship with his employee was a terrible idea.

The breakup was messy and problematic, sending an array of tense situations his way. Between awkward meetings to discuss finance and import status and the occasional glare, the most apt description was uncomfortable.

However, the current situation is far from uncomfortable–physically that is. Buried deep inside your cunt? Pulling you back into his every thrust? Definitely not as uncomfortable as it could be.

Despite your compromising position, you still find it in you to glare at Silco over your shoulder as he fucks you from behind, poorly masking your impending climax.

“Couldn’t get off without me?” he taunts, watching the rage on your face slowly crank up. “You always did wonders for my ego.”

You grit your teeth. “Don’t let it get to your head, you aren’t the only dick I’ve had this week.”

“Come again?”

Without his knowledge, Silco’s fingers tighten their grip on your waist, hips snapping harder into you. If the “o” of your mouth is anything to go off of, he would say you almost did come again.

“I. Fucked. Someone. Else.”

“Who?”

As if it wasn’t already, Silco’s blood pressure is spiking at your spiteful silence, watching you grin to yourself.

“Who did you fuck?” Silco grits out, taking hold of your hair and pulling hard. When did ‘splitting up’ mean fucking someone else within days.

You look over your shoulder, making a show of how exposed your throat is with the way Silco pulls your hair back.

“The lovely sheriff of Piltover.”

Red, all Silco sees is red. Red and the brutal, carnal need to dominate–to take back what’s his. Silco abandons his hold on your hair to grab both wrists and pin them behind your back, forcing your front against the hard surface of the desk with a dull thunk. Your low moan is not the sound Silco wants to hear but it spurs him on nonetheless as he drills into your backside with relentless fervor.

“Mmmnnn he has a big dick too,” you groan, boots scrambling on the floor as you try to find purchase, “I think you– ah!– have competition, Sil.”

You’re getting close to your release, clenching tight around him in frequent throbs, stuttered cries of his name tumbling from your lips alongside your cruel story telling.

“And he came inside.”

Silco’s hand comes down hard on your ass and you cry out again.

“You think you can get rid of my claim on you that easily?” he hisses, slowing his pace to settle on something harder and more brutal that has your climax fading away. Your hedonistic whine confirms this. “I’m not a man you can just forget.”

“I know!” You yelp, squirming against his hold on you, walls still clamping down on Silco’s cock as you adapt to his changes and get close again.

“If you know then why did you do it?” Silco’s voice is ragged, your tightness becoming too much to handle as you tumble off the peak of your orgasm, going rigid in the throes of your pleasure. Silco is not far behind, finding it hard to even thrust into you with how fiercely your body takes him, not wanting to let go as he throbs out his release inside of you.

Bated breaths fill the thick office air, the smell of sweat and sex an odor Silco will have to remedy with a few smokes.

“Why did you do it?” he asks again, throat dry and hoarse with the visceral groans he had bitten back whilst filling you up.

When he releases your hands they fall limpishly to your sides and you make no attempt to get up or even look at Silco. The shame is evident in your shaky voice.

“So you would fuck me like you still loved me.”

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here are some fun prompt lists!

send me an ask with the prompt number and list and i would love to write it! <3

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15 break up sex?

Like You Still Love Me - Silco Smut

Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: office/desk sex, gender neutral anatomy, no pronouns for reader, silco pov, p in v/a sex, porn with a little bit of plot, cheating

no beta !

Silco is not one prone to “bad decisions”, but it should be obvious that a relationship with his employee was a terrible idea.

The breakup was messy and problematic, sending an array of tense situations his way. Between awkward meetings to discuss finance and import status and the occasional glare, the most apt description was uncomfortable.

However, the current situation is far from uncomfortable–physically that is. Buried deep inside your cunt? Pulling you back into his every thrust? Definitely not as uncomfortable as it could be.

Despite your compromising position, you still find it in you to glare at Silco over your shoulder as he fucks you from behind, poorly masking your impending climax.

“Couldn’t get off without me?” he taunts, watching the rage on your face slowly crank up. “You always did wonders for my ego.”

You grit your teeth. “Don’t let it get to your head, you aren’t the only dick I’ve had this week.”

“Come again?”

Without his knowledge, Silco’s fingers tighten their grip on your waist, hips snapping harder into you. If the “o” of your mouth is anything to go off of, he would say you almost did come again.

“I. Fucked. Someone. Else.”

“Who?”

As if it wasn’t already, Silco’s blood pressure is spiking at your spiteful silence, watching you grin to yourself.

“Who did you fuck?” Silco grits out, taking hold of your hair and pulling hard. When did ‘splitting up’ mean fucking someone else within days.

You look over your shoulder, making a show of how exposed your throat is with the way Silco pulls your hair back.

“The lovely sheriff of Piltover.”

Red, all Silco sees is red. Red and the brutal, carnal need to dominate–to take back what’s his. Silco abandons his hold on your hair to grab both wrists and pin them behind your back, forcing your front against the hard surface of the desk with a dull thunk. Your low moan is not the sound Silco wants to hear but it spurs him on nonetheless as he drills into your backside with relentless fervor.

“Mmmnnn he has a big dick too,” you groan, boots scrambling on the floor as you try to find purchase, “I think you– ah!– have competition, Sil.”

You’re getting close to your release, clenching tight around him in frequent throbs, stuttered cries of his name tumbling from your lips alongside your cruel story telling.

“And he came inside.”

Silco’s hand comes down hard on your ass and you cry out again.

“You think you can get rid of my claim on you that easily?” he hisses, slowing his pace to settle on something harder and more brutal that has your climax fading away. Your hedonistic whine confirms this. “I’m not a man you can just forget.”

“I know!” You yelp, squirming against his hold on you, walls still clamping down on Silco’s cock as you adapt to his changes and get close again.

“If you know then why did you do it?” Silco’s voice is ragged, your tightness becoming too much to handle as you tumble off the peak of your orgasm, going rigid in the throes of your pleasure. Silco is not far behind, finding it hard to even thrust into you with how fiercely your body takes him, not wanting to let go as he throbs out his release inside of you.

Bated breaths fill the thick office air, the smell of sweat and sex an odor Silco will have to remedy with a few smokes.

“Why did you do it?” he asks again, throat dry and hoarse with the visceral groans he had bitten back whilst filling you up.

When he releases your hands they fall limpishly to your sides and you make no attempt to get up or even look at Silco. The shame is evident in your shaky voice.

“So you would fuck me like you still loved me.”

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15 break up sex?

Like You Still Love Me - Silco Smut

Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: office/desk sex, gender neutral anatomy with the exception of "cunt", no pronouns for reader, silco pov, p in v/a sex, porn with a little bit of plot, cheating

no beta !

Silco is not one prone to “bad decisions”, but it should be obvious that a relationship with his employee was a terrible idea.

The breakup was messy and problematic, sending an array of tense situations his way. Between awkward meetings to discuss finance and import status and the occasional glare, the most apt description was uncomfortable.

However, the current situation is far from uncomfortable–physically that is. Buried deep inside your cunt? Pulling you back into his every thrust? Definitely not as uncomfortable as it could be.

Despite your compromising position, you still find it in you to glare at Silco over your shoulder as he fucks you from behind, poorly masking your impending climax.

“Couldn’t get off without me?” he taunts, watching the rage on your face slowly crank up. “You always did wonders for my ego.”

You grit your teeth. “Don’t let it get to your head, you aren’t the only dick I’ve had this week.”

“Come again?”

Without his knowledge, Silco’s fingers tighten their grip on your waist, hips snapping harder into you. If the “o” of your mouth is anything to go off of, he would say you almost did come again.

“I. Fucked. Someone. Else.”

“Who?”

As if it wasn’t already, Silco’s blood pressure is spiking at your spiteful silence, watching you grin to yourself.

“Who did you fuck?” Silco grits out, taking hold of your hair and pulling hard. When did ‘splitting up’ mean fucking someone else within days.

You look over your shoulder, making a show of how exposed your throat is with the way Silco pulls your hair back.

“The lovely sheriff of Piltover.”

Red, all Silco sees is red. Red and the brutal, carnal need to dominate–to take back what’s his. Silco abandons his hold on your hair to grab both wrists and pin them behind your back, forcing your front against the hard surface of the desk with a dull thunk. Your low moan is not the sound Silco wants to hear but it spurs him on nonetheless as he drills into your backside with relentless fervor.

“Mmmnnn he has a big dick too,” you groan, boots scrambling on the floor as you try to find purchase, “I think you– ah!– have competition, Sil.”

You’re getting close to your release, clenching tight around him in frequent throbs, stuttered cries of his name tumbling from your lips alongside your cruel story telling.

“And he came inside.”

Silco’s hand comes down hard on your ass and you cry out again.

“You think you can get rid of my claim on you that easily?” he hisses, slowing his pace to settle on something harder and more brutal that has your climax fading away. Your hedonistic whine confirms this. “I’m not a man you can just forget.”

“I know!” You yelp, squirming against his hold on you, walls still clamping down on Silco’s cock as you adapt to his changes and get close again.

“If you know then why did you do it?” Silco’s voice is ragged, your tightness becoming too much to handle as you tumble off the peak of your orgasm, going rigid in the throes of your pleasure. Silco is not far behind, finding it hard to even thrust into you with how fiercely your body takes him, not wanting to let go as he throbs out his release inside of you.

Bated breaths fill the thick office air, the smell of sweat and sex an odor Silco will have to remedy with a few smokes.

“Why did you do it?” he asks again, throat dry and hoarse with the visceral groans he had bitten back whilst filling you up.

When he releases your hands they fall limpishly to your sides and you make no attempt to get up or even look at Silco. The shame is evident in your shaky voice.

“So you would fuck me like you still loved me.”

#lilith answers #silco #arcane #arcane silco #silco x reader #silco x you #silco arcane #mdni #smut

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here are some fun prompt lists!

send me an ask with the prompt number and list and i would love to write it! <3

#silco #arcane #prompt lists

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Yknow what my new favourite thing is atm?

Cat Silco.

I was reading this arcane Silco fic on ao3 after rewatching it for the billionth time since it first came out. Anyway it had cat silco. Like he got turned into a cat. And I just felt inspired. And it's my new fav thing.

So I made a cat silco>:}

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What's the worst insult Silco could make?

"You, my friend, could seamlessly transition to being a correctional officer in any institutional setting."

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Snippet - Out of My Mind - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

He's gone kookoo, Your Honor.

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

Vi wants to speak, but her mind has stalled. Her legs are two pistons pumping: her entire world, a blue corridor narrowing to the rising spire of the Aerie.

Silco skids to a sudden halt.

"Get the fuck out of my face!" he shouts, swiping a hand across his face.

Vi jerks back, prepared to defend herself against whatever it is she's presumably done or said to enrage him. But Silco isn’t addressing her. He isn’t even looking her way.

His seething stare is fixed on something—on nothing—in the middle distance.

The specters, Vi thinks.

He's still seeing Vander.

"I know," Silco hisses, hands clamped to his skull to keep the pressurized contents from spewing. "You're the one person I didn't want to disappoint. And I did. I knowIknowIKNOW."

"Silco—" Vi starts, then stops.

His decibels hold the echo of encroaching hysteria. His entire face, scored by decades of stress and strain and sleeplessness, is a deformed mask.

Carefully, she sets a hand on his shoulder. "Hey—get a grip—"

He shrugs her off, violently.  The fire spitting out of his eyes—good and bad—is infernal.

"Oh, of course, you'd have wanted better," he goes on, neck-deep in manic debate with his demons. "You've always stayed on your high-horse! Meanwhile, I fell, and fell, and kept on falling! No—not fell! You fucking pushed me. Then you had the nerve to go out in front of the city. Crown yourself its savior. You knew—you had to have known, the way it was going to blow back on me. Blow back on our home. You had the choice, and you never took it! Never had the balls! I had to get my hands dirty and work twice as hard to undo the damage you'd done!"

"Silco, there's nothing there," Vi pleads. "You know that."

Silco's teeth grind audibly. Vi doubts he's heard a word. He's too far gone, all his rage riveted to the empty air. His lips spit out a loop of invective

"Well, how's this for a send-off, Vander? Fuck you, and the morals you rode in on. Fuck you, and your cowardice, and your high-minded idealism. And most of all, fuck you for never believing in me. Believing in any of us. You thought we'd all go the way we came, didn't you? Back to the gutter we crawled from. Well, here I am! Still standing, in the shit I was born in. And guess what? I'm the only one left." His teeth, bared in a savage parody of triumph, are a chilling slash of bone. "And I'll die before I let the bastards hurt us again. Any of us. So keep your fucking pity! Keep your disappointment! Get away from me, and stay away—Vander?" His tone drops in pitch; forsaken. "Blut?"

Drunkenly, he lurches forward.  Then a shadow falls across his face. His entire demeanor shifts. The temper liquifies into quiet agitation.

"No," he croaks, and Vi's never heard his voice so small. "Why—why are you here? Nandi—no. Please…"

Nandi, Vi thinks, adrenaline foaming through her bloodstream. She knows this name: the one from earlier. The one that made Sevika's entire face fold up like a paper bag.

A dead comrade.

And, judging by Silco's expression, a lover.

"Shh, Nandi, shhh." He's moving, arms extended, reaching for nothing. "Don't cry, sweetheart. My face looks worse than it feels. See?" He gurns a lopsided smile. But his eyes are soaped with an unnerving sheen. "Nothing's changed. It's still your Sil. Just harder on the eyes, is all. No—no, Nan. That's not true. I've forgotten nothing. It's all here." A shaky fingertip touches his temple. "And here." He lays a palm against his heart. "But it's been hard, Nan. So, so hard. Don't look at me like that. I can't go back. You know I can't. We've come too far!"

Numbness seeps through the ventricles of Vi's heart. She knows—knows—there is nothing in the air, except for the blue aether. Knows that it's a byplay of bad psychic resonance. Knows that Silco's mind has been breached: the hatches of sanity blown to kingdom come.

She knows.

And yet, watching him, she can't help feel like a Peeping Tom. A voyeur, witnessing a private confession that was never meant for her ears.

"Silco—" she begins again, but is silenced by the sheer desolation of his countenance.

"No," he whispers, the syllable wrenchingly soft. "You don't understand. The things I've done. The things I still have to do. There's no stopping them. Once the blade's in motion, there's no pulling it out. It's just—it's blood. Blood all the way down." His gaze orients reproachfully on the nothingness. "How can you say that? I kept my word, didn't I? Kept your sister close. She was the last piece of you. Now she's the pride of Zaun. Loyalty? Do you hear yourself? Gone for years, and now you're back, and all you can do is tally the ways I've fallen short?" He shakes his head, mute with a guilt so ancient, it has calcified to the bone. "I hoped you would understand. I did what I must. And you—no. I'm not letting you take her." He's trembling all over. "I need her. Like I needed you. I can't lose you both. I can't! Nandi—no. Come back!"

Vi's seen enough. The creep-quotient has gone from voyeuristic to visceral. Her skin crawls like a net of worms. Her heart is a clenched fist.

Her real fist is already in motion.

"Silco!"

"Fuck!"

He staggers back, spine colliding with the greasy brick wall of the alleyway. A hand flies to his temple. Blood is a darkly glistening smear where her knuckles connected.

"What the hell, Vi?" he snarls. "Are you out of your bloody mind?"