11 Works by jotsinian
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Vander felt dizzy suddenly. He pressed his thighs together, adrenaline flooding through his veins like fire. Abruptly, he wanted nothing more than to fall into Silco’s space and lick the spray of blood off of his skin in gratitude, to fall to his knees and reverently kiss the knife tucked in between slender thighs. He shivered, managing to close his mouth and take his attention off of Silco’s cheek to watch his lips move. He was probably speaking again. The grip he had on Vander’s bicep burned.
“Vander. I know you’re in shock, but we need to go.”
“Y-yeah.” Shock. Sure. That was probably why he felt the smouldering pressure of want pool like lava in between his legs.
Vander let himself be tugged into movement by the little assassin, flushing red and trying to remember how to walk with the full system meltdown that apparently came with coming a cunts-hair away from being shot in the head.
Why was he stiff in his fucking pants.
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He wanted to ask Vander again why he'd come here. But it would be cruel and pointless seeing as how he already knew the answer.
“You need it?” He breathed, tightening his grip on Vander's torn up trousers slightly.
Vander nodded immediately, too fucked up and in too much pain to pretend otherwise.
Silco sighed again, and stood.
“This doesn't change anything between us.” He lied.
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Okay doctor… professor knickers by jotsinian for 2ashesandblood (WontYouStayWithMeMyDarling)
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
11 Oct 2025
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“Dare”
“Okay, okay.” Con took a sip. “You have to wear women's underwear. F- for like, five-” he spilled a little of his drink, ignoring it to power through his sentence. “For like five minutes.”
Vander stared at him, and they both broke out into laughter again. “You arse.” Vander heaved. “Where the fuck am I going to find a pair of knickers that fit me?”
Vander stole a glance at Silco to see what he made of all this. He was staring right at him, sharp eyes bright as flares even drunk and in the smoggy night. And then Fel was tumbling onto the stairwell again with the brightest. Pinkest. Laciest. Most feminine pair of underwear Vander had ever seen.
Vander went red. “No way. Th-they’re not going to fit.” He tried not to look at them. Looking at them was a bad idea.
Felicia flung then at him, and he groaned, holding the feather light lace in his big hands because that was better than where they just had landed on his face.
“Well, I'll help you then. Would hate to see you taken down on a simple game of truth or dare.” And now Silco was in on it, too? Big dilated pupils, loose hair and pink shiny cheeks ruffled his usual cool appearance ever so slightly.
He was so fucked.
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Go get your stupid dog by jotsinian for midsomr
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
06 Oct 2025
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The fact that Vander would normally be muttering the most depraved filth he could come up with to Silco somehow made his silence more aggressive. Like Silco wasn't even worth the words right now, like he was just a thing to fuck the extra energy into.
It occurred to him that ordering Vander to fuck him until he was feeling like less of a dick had perhaps been a mistake, because the rod of rubber inside of him could not reach completion or tire, and there was sooner a chance of the dildo breaking inside of him than the man wielding it tiring first.
Silco wailed, tears streaming down his face. But because he was determined to be slaughtered on the tip of Vander's cock and die a valiant death, he yanked the belt closer to him and held on for dear life. He wondered if Vander was somehow keeping this pace while holding him up completely as he was shoved over the arm of the leather couch with his toes scrabbling for the floor. Vander was wrenched back into a sweaty scarred up chest, arched like a whore and not even getting paid. A fate of his own instruction, though, he wouldn't be anywhere else right now, even if that were practically an option with the hold the massive beast had on him.
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“Sweet sailor, stay with me the night, won't you?” by jotsinian
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
05 Oct 2025
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“Silco. You're quite a catch, aren't you? What are you doing out here by yourself?“
Vander looked away from his face to incline to their surroundings and seemed to startle slightly at the rock pools and jagged buffs. Silco hummed a low song in his throat to lure his gaze back, felt Vander's cock stiffen against his belly as he was drawn back to the solitary focus of just the two of them.
Quite a catch. A fishing reference? He'd have to remember that one.
“Hm. I like my solitude. But then I saw a lonely sailor and thought I'd try my luck for some company.” Silco didn't intone his voice, comfortable that Vander was calm.
“Not feeling so lonely anymore.” He bowed low, kissing Silco sweetly and sliding his warm hands along his pectoral gills. Silco shivered, ray fins shuttering in a low rattle of pleasure.
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“Sailor- Vander. A-another, now. Ngh-” Silco stilled inside Vander even as the huge man squirmed in his hold. The damn broke somewhat and he released two of his eggs, one directly after the other. To release almost half of his precious clutch at once into the man was ungraceful and animalistic. Silco chittered and fucked them deeper. -
“You know, everyone thinks we're together. Like, as in boyfriends.” by jotsinian
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
03 Oct 2025
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Silco was moaning and kicking the sheets off before he was even awake. He shoved his hand down in between his legs, panting impatiently and wriggling out of the soaked boxers and his sweaty dressing gown.
He kept his fucking sock on, though. Modest.
“Silco. I…” Vander pressed the heel of his hand into the head of his cock, squishing it against his thigh to try to, smother it to death, perhaps? To beg it to behave?
He gasped as Silco spread his legs, baring the swollen slick curve of his cunt to Vander and the hard red cock dribbling onto his flat stomach above it.
The very air felt like it was plotting against him. Every breath felt like it was achieving the opposite of its goal, as his brain felt less oxygenated and more like it was made of syrup and wet dreams. His stomach felt hot. He was sweating. Something was wrong. Was he dying?
“Silco.” Vander pleaded.
Silco's eyes fluttered open. He seemed to find himself a bit, managing to have a single linear thought between the two of them.
“Mmh, Vander. You're in rut. I can smell it.”
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“He hates me.” Vander tried to use his jacket to keep the rain off Felicia as they hurried down the street together.
“He thinks be hates you. There's a difference.”
Silco. Old friend of Fel’s; petty thief on the topside and coal miner and sex worker on the bottom. A rebel and idealist. An asshole.They bustled into the warm glow of the Drop and Vander abandoned his jacket at the door to dry. Fel, stomped the mud off her boots.
“We get drunk and you pour your heart out to me: 'Oh Fel! Janna gave me too huge of a hog and no one will go near it! It's been only handjobs and head for eons! What am I to do!'”
This was going to end terribly. But, the longer the idea sat with him, the harder it got to snuff out the smouldering embers of interest in his belly.
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Silco leaned against the door frame, sharp eyes like flints under his inky fringe.He was wearing his hair down.
That alone robbed any sensible greeting from Vander, and he stared for a beat or two too long. Silco looked like every wet dream Vander had ever had, and he suddenly, vehemently did not want to fuck this up.
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Silco pulled a pint for a regular, trying to get the foam right but falling just short. Again. He scraped the overflowing head with a wooden beer skimmer that Vander had probably never touched in his life, but that Silco had been using for ever pour this evening.
“Where's the missus tonight?
Silco chuckled, amused that the hound of the underground had been retired so lovingly by those who had named him in the first place.
“Vander's a bit tied up right now. Poor thing was in knots last time I saw him, so I made him take the night off.” Silco explained, the false doting concern in his voice covering up the spark in his good eye as he wiped the spilt beer away.
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Every Bath They'd Tried to Have Since by jotsinian
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
17 Jul 2025
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His mouth opened easily, without any of the usual dance. Past the teeth, past the defences, but with a final loving pet to them first as he went deeper.
The sleepy, warm, responsive thing laying on his chest, baring his neck and having his talons and fangs pet was thrilling in its own way. In the way that Vander usually had to work up a sweat for what he was being so freely offered now.
Silco made no move to do anything other than give every little gift Vander was asking from him, his throat, his lips, his mouth.
The fingers at Silco’s mouth were gifted a sleepy, pleased lick. Vander accepted the offering immediately, and shamelessly asked for more.
Curiously, he squeezed the pale throat in his grip just a tiny bit tighter.
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Welcome to the Nation of Zaun by jotsinian
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
13 May 2025
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“Hit me again, please?” He asked in between hitching sobs. The words slipped out of his mouth before he'd even had time to think them.
That clean ringing sensation was steadily fading from his head now.
He wanted it back and was too upset to make something up.
Silco raised an eyebrow, all long lines and cutting shadows from this vantage point. Vander sniffed and closed his eyes,
The shifting sounds of the worn leather of gloves being removed was reward enough.
A shaky breath out was all he had time for. That was how long it took for Silco to figure him out, and make up his mind.
He did not pull his punch this time. His palm hit cleanly over the tingling skin of Vander’s cheek, stinging much more for the loss of the gloves. The pain was expected, but the force of it knocked what little air remained in his lungs right out of him.
He moaned, too exhausted to be ashamed or pretend he didn’t like it. He shifted on his knees to straighten up again, panting.
“Please, again” He looked up at Silco, one eye squinting from the impact. The light bulb in the centre of the room cast a halo around Silco’s head. It suited him.
Silco slapped him again. Hard.
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Young Silco and Vander share a room above what will one day be the last drop.
Vander was focused completely on his task once again, but Silco’s encouragement seemed to please him. Maybe it was hearing that he was doing a good job, or maybe he just liked to know that he wasn’t hurting Silco at all by touching him here. Either way, as Vander worked, Silco hummed happily, and peppered Vander with praise and encouragement.“So good Vander, keep going”,
“Just like that, Vander, doing such a good job for me.”
“Feels good, it doesn’t even hurt anymore darling, you did so well.”
“So good, Vander. Such a good boy for me.”Vanders’ hands stopped in their tracks, fingertips curling into the scarred skin slightly. Silco heard the man behind him release a sharp breath, as if he'd suddenly robbed him of it.
That was new. Silco smiled into the shirt.
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