lola

lotus-eater! 19+. she!her. leo. insomniac. OTD-bound.

[honeelemon]

he said “If i had to go back, i’d still chase after you like a madman. I’d do something foolish, and blow up at you again. Even if you’re disappointed in me, i’ll be relieved, as long as you’re okay.” my man is soo in love with her :(

[honeelemon]

they were too passive with what their neighbors did to them. literally just trying to keep them safe and in return they get blamed for everything. at that point, it’d be every man for themself🫡 my man was too understanding, who gives a fuck if they get infected? so long as you, your wife, and the child she took in are safe!

except the cleaning lady and the 15th floor guy, they deserved better :(

[only4thefics]

Why is there NO fanfics for “Dracula: A Love Tale”. It’s is so wrong to want imagine myself with a vampire lover that will love for the rest of his immortality and will search for me through the centuries????

[honeelemon]

“you’re gonna miss me so bad

when i’m gone daryl dixon” NOO

[honeelemon]

“you’re just a b-grade student” damn ho😭

[honeelemon]

all the good shows are coming out when I have finals argh

[honeelemon]

The play is only being shown in London…

[honeelemon]

i cannot be feeling like this when i have a week off

[honeelemon]

omfg he just asked her to arrange for him to take that other woman as his concubine💔 im gonna kms

[honeelemon]

i cant take this i know she’s up to some shit already

[honeelemon]

its the way i’m already crashing out and she just appeared on screen

WHY MUST THERE ALWAYS BE OTHER WOMAN DRAMA?!

[honeelemon]

oh he knows he’s fine🙈

[honeelemon]

“What about me? I loved you and I lost you. Can you see now what I want? What I desire?”

wow, what a love confession </3

[honeelemon]

he said “so long as you’re with me, you will never suffer from their hate” and meant it omg

[honeelemon]

i am on death’s door

[itsythebitsyspider]

Kinktober day one

Featuring our dirty little thing from arcane, Silco.

Warning, I didn't beta read. I'm going down with this ship.

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Includes masturbation, use of vibrator, and silco has a cvnt. Enjoy :)

The door to Silco's office opened to a very angry Sevika who was barely keeping herself from snapping. "Did you allow Jinx to test out her explosions in the Warehouse down fifth avenue?" She bit out, barely keeping herself from growling.

Silco raised an eyebrow and set down the book he was reading. "Warehouse down fifth, the one by the Lanes?" He asked.

Sevika's eye twitched. "Does it matter what damn warehouse? Did you give her permission or not?"

Silco looked down at Sevika's boots where he could see the lingering remains of blue powder that she hadn't cleaned off before coming here. Taking another look at her, he could see the subtle blue stains on her clothes and blue powder stuck in the crevices of her prosthetic arm, falling down onto his carpet. She must've gotten caught in the explosion. Silco bit back a small smile that threatened to show on his face. Jinx always managed to rope Sevika into one of her mishaps, ever since she was younger. Silco leaned back and let out a sigh.

"Yes, I told her that warehouse was mostly empty and so long as she kept it limited to the warehouse I would allow her to test her weapons there." Silco lied smoothly. He was used to this; Lying for Jinx. She was his daughter. Lying was one of the more tame things he'd do in order to keep her safe.

Sevika's grip on the doorknob tightened and her eye twitched again. Silco bit back another smirk and waved his hand. "I'll send some people to go clean up the mess. I apologize for the inconvenience, Sevika. Take the rest of the day off."

Sevika only grunted and shot one last glare his way before slamming the door behind her, sending the blue powder on his carpet flying. There was the sound of something crashing outside and Silco let out a sigh. Sevika was severely wound up, and if she didn't let out some of that anger she'd explode in a fit of rage like one of Jinx's inventions.

Speaking of wound up. Silco had attempted to take a break from all the work he'd been doing by reading, but he'd been stuck rereading the same page over and over because he couldn't focus. He knew one thing that would definitely relieve him, but he was hesitant. It was messy and he'd have to deal with the clean up afterwards and...

Silco glanced up at the door and back down at his book. Screw it. He wouldn't find any relief in the pages. Silco got up and walked over to the door, locking it and turning back to face his office. His eyes drifted over to the worn couch. If he was going to do this, he wanted to at least be comfortable. He walked over to the couch, unbuttoning his pants as he went. Fortunately, he hadn’t worn his high waisted pants today. Making it easy for him to sit down on the couch, and shove his hand down the front. He touched the front of his boxers, surprised to find it damp already. Had he really derived himself of such pleasure for so long that just the thought of touching himself made him wet? Maybe that’s why he was so irritated lately.

Silco let out a quiet sigh and closed his eyes, starting to rub one finger up and down on the boxers, following the line of his folds. In moments the damp spot in his boxers grew larger and he decided he didn’t want to ruin his clothes because he didn’t have a second pair just waiting in his office.

Silco unbuttoned the front of his shirt and kicked off his pants, letting his boxers fall onto the floor. He hissed as the cold air hit his dripping core, the stimulation just enough to get him going once again. He didn’t wait, two fingers going down to find his clit. He gasped and paused, having to let his body recover from the sudden onslaught of unfamiliar sensations. It really had been a while since he touched himself like this. He started to hesitantly trace shapes over the sensitive bundle of nerves. He was starting to remember his favorite patterns. A spiral starting from the outside and slowly circling around his clit until he reached the center, then slowly drawing back out of the spiral. The pattern would tease him. Torturing him everytime his fingers traced away from his clit, and rewarding him for only a few seconds when he reached the middle of the spiral. Silco bit his lip, trying not to let out the moan building low in his throat. He took his middle finger and started rubbing stripes up and down, pausing occasionally to let his hips buck against his hand. "Damn it all." He whispered, shutting his eyes tightly as he traced circles around his clit again. He felt pathetic, desperate even. "Please." He whispered into the empty air, moving his finger faster. He chased the stimulation, bucking his hips into his fingers again and again. Silco let out a shaky breath, reaching his free hand over to his shirt to grab it tightly, needing something to keep him tied down to earth before he lost it.

The buzzing thrum underneath his skin combined with the teasing and his soft moans was what normally would’ve brought him to cum, but he didn't want to give in this early. It wouldn't satisfy him if he did. Silco cursed and leaned his head back into the cushions, growling in frustration as his pussy throbbed in need. He could feel it dripping down onto the cushions, staining them. But what was one more stain to a couch that had been sewn back together over and over again? He stared at the ceiling for a little bit, contemplating what might work when the buzz of the ceiling fan caught his attention. Hadn't he purchased a vibrator a while back? When he had the Enforcers in Piltover under his thumb, allowing him more time to himself because he didn't have to spend hours figuring out how to smuggle things in and out of those fancy golden gates, he had purchased one with the idea that he'd be able to actually give himself some personal time.

Silco sat up and quickly made his way over to desk, tossing things around in the drawers until he found it. He picked up the familiar box, untying it and opening it to lift up the silicone covered, red vibrator. He ran his fingers along the smooth surface, feeling each of the little ribs. He walked back to the couch, leaning back against the cushions. Mind muddled with lust, he didn't care about what got him off anymore. He just needed something, anything to bring him that sweet release he'd denied himself for so long. Silco held up the vibrator to his lips, giving it a lick. He lapped at the toy, coating it in a good layer of saliva before lowering it down to his pussy. Would he need to stretch himself for this? Silco cursed, impatient. He wanted pleasure and he wanted it now dammit. But he didn't feel like dealing with any pain afterward, so he reluctantly put the toy back in his mouth while his fingers went down to stretch himself. He took about a minute or two to scissor himself open, the most he could wait before saying damn it all and taking the toy, slowly pushing it in. He winced at the slight discomfort, but it wasn't painful, no. He relished in the feeling of being filled, not realizing how truly empty he was until the small toy was inside him. He really hadn't done this in a while, he could feel how tight he was around the toy. He'd need to take this back to his room later and really have some time to himself. But for now, he'd give himself this. He slowly pushed the toy in all the way, his eyes fluttering as the tip of it nudged that little sweet spot inside him. "Fuck..." He whispered. "Feels so good."

He pulled the toy out a little, teasing himself before pushing it back inside to press against that special spot inside. Before he knew it, the red toy was slipping in and out of him with ease, and he couldn't help but squirm against the cushions. A wet slicking sound filled the empty room. His legs trembled with the conscious effort it took to keep them open. He ached to close his legs, to almost shy away from the sensations coming from there, but his ache for those very same sensations kept his legs open. He continued to press the toy in and out, over and over until the large knot at the end of the toy slipped inside him with ease, and he finally let out a loud moan. He could feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He's done more dirty, depraved things in his lifetime. But the simplicity of this act was making his heart beat fast.

Without waiting any longer, he reached down, feeling the smooth button. With a tense breath, he pressed down. The vibrations started up, and almost immediately Silco was arching off the cushions, the tip of the toy hitting his spot over and over again without any care. He reached down to try and click the toy off, but it only served to switch the settings. Apparently, the first setting was the most gentle. This second one was much more unforgiving. A faster pace, with smaller oscillations between each vibration. Silco's thighs tense, legs shutting with the impending orgasm. When it finally came his back was entirely off the couch, arched like his life depended on it. He shut his eyes tightly, letting out a raw sound, one he'd never heard himself produce before. He collapsed onto the cushions, body still shaking like he was just electrocuted.

He reached down to shut the toy off, but didn't dare pull it out. He leaned his head back, staring out at the ceiling. Something landed on his face and he reached up with his clean hand to wipe it away. It was a purple tear. He watched the drop run down his fingers, along the length of his arm. He briefly entertained the idea of his release being that color, before deciding it was time for him to clean up, and continue this back in his room. All while keeping the toy inside him while he made his way there of course. Another wave of arousal hit him at the idea of turning it on and trying to make his way there without making it obvious, and he couldn't deny the appeal.

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Word count: 1, 800

I'm very tempted to make more of this. We'll see how this month of October treats me. Hope you enjoyed :)

[ashes-to-anew]

Coming home after watching The Long Walk (2025) be like