#rating; nc17

[firstkanaphans]

Not BOC putting a “this is inappropriate behavior. viewer discretion advised” banner over the bottom of the screen 🙃

#stop coddling us #this show is rated nc17 #just put it at the beginning like normal people #dead friend forever

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #25: "Overnight Sensation" by Syntax6

Today’s fic is an “X Files meets police procedure” whodunit with some of the best Diana-induced angst ever written. Set after episodes 6x11-12, “Two Fathers/One Son,” Scully ditches Mulder to join the investigation of a high-profile serial killer case in Boston. Her partner and Diana Fowley soon follow suits, complicating things.

This is one of those holy grail fics that combine a top-notch casefile with great MSR, the type @syntax6 excels at. The fast-paced, action-packed casefile goes all out on elaborate plot puzzles and has a blockbuster scale to it. Syntax6 creates a cast of original characters for the local police force, and portrays Mulder as a brilliant, heroic, and ass-kicking investigator, bringing to life that “golden boy of VCU”, known mainly through hearsay not often seen in action. A must-read.

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🥏 on author's site 🥏 audio version on @audiofanficpod read by @darkesttimelinestuff

length: novel, 88,000+ words season: season 6, 6x11 Two Fathers/One Son pairing(s): M/S UST o RST tags: Casefile, angst, jealousy, rift, holiday, pretend couple, good OCs, Diana Fowley rating: explicit/NC-17

#x files #txf #x files fanfic #msr #nephrit's fic rec #favorite #len: novel #season: 6 #6x11-12 two fathers/one son #ship: m/s ust to rst #genre: casefile #genre: angst #jealousy #rift #holiday #pretend couple #good oc(s) #diana fowley #rating: nc17 #by: syntax6

[marisatomay]

Begging people to learn about “Homophobia in the 90s” before they Poast

#also learn that there are certain things you can show in books and even on tv that will get you an X or NC17 rating in moviies #especially in the 2000s and before

[alexandria-alexis]

The point of no return

The life that Charles Leclerc shares with the outside world is very different to the life he leads behind closed doors.

It comes as a shock to him when he realises that the one person he can trust is the man who he has spent his entire career fighting against. Max Verstappen.

NC-17

Heavy Mentions of Domestic Abuse

Charles Leclerc / Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc / Original Male Character(s)

(Please read the tags before beginning)

Thank you for all the support. Chapter 1 & 2 are out now <3

#max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #f1 fanfic #heavy themes #rating: nc17

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Twenty-Four

That Night at 9 PM

I was making a stupid decision by meeting Stu but I didn't need him coming into my dorm again. I walked outside and looked around but didn't see anyone. I leaned up against one of the trees, tapping my foot. There were so many different emotions going through me. Anxiety was one of the biggest things happening. But there was also excitement mixed with shame.

Shame that I liked everything that happened the night before. Shame that Stu was right. I do like the chase. I like him chasing me. The fear of him catching me was exhilarating and it excited me in ways I couldn't explain. That was what terrified me more than wondering if he was going to kill me.

When someone pulled up in front of me on a motorcycle that anxiety grew even bigger. Until they took the helmet off and turned towards me, then I was just fucking confused. "Stu?" His hair was blond now and he was on a motorcycle. Fuck, now my panties were fucking soaked. But I was a little nervous too.

Is he going to take me somewhere else to kill me?

"You…uh…you dyed your hair and you have a motorcycle. Where did you get a motorcycle?" He held out another helmet, "put this on and let's go," he said. I just looked at the helmet not moving an inch. And that only irritated him I was guessing because he got off the bike, walked over to me, and slipped the helmet over my head himself. "Get on the fucking bike." He swung his leg over the seat, put his helmet on and waited for me.

This is a bad decision

I slowly approached the bike, swinging my leg over the set and sitting behind him. I could feel his body heat with how close we were. He reached behind him, grabbing my wrist and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're going to want to hold on tight, baby." I wrapped my arms around his waist tight and he took off down the street.

I have no idea where we were going but at this moment it didn't matter because it felt so good to just let go. To pretend everything was fine and I wasn't willingly on the back of a motorcycle with my psychopath ex-boyfriend. But was he really my ex? My thoughts started going to what if Sindey found out or Randy. What if Dewey found out? They would never speak to me again. Sidney would never be able to look at me again if she found out I was sneaking around with one of the people that killed our mother, our friends, and tried to kill us.

Stu took a hand off of the handlebars and placed it over both of mine. That only made me stiffen up a little bit. Eventually we were driving down a dark road surrounded by woods on either side. The anxiety was back, my guy was telling me this wasn't a good idea, I felt fucking nauseous. His hand tightened around one of my wrists as we approached a cabin. I don't really think you could call it a cabin with how mice it was. His parents definitely paid for it.

When he stopped the bike outside the cabin he put the kickstand down and took his helmet off before getting off the bike. He hung his helmet off the handlebars and came over me, undid my helmet and helped me off the bike. "You have a cabin in Ohio, like an hour away from my college campus… why?" I asked. He smiled, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

"Can't exactly live in Woodsboro with my parents. Especially since they're going to be selling it or at least try to sell it. And is it a crime to want to be close to my girlfriend? Gotta make sure the killer doesn't hurt you, right?" I backed away from him, "the killer? You mean you? So when did you kill those two students? Before you showed up at my dorm?"

"I didn't kill anyone, baby. I was with you when it happened. I was making you come multiple times. Remember?" Is he trying to gaslight me? "Why'd you bring me here?" I asked. He turned and walked towards the front door. "Come on, it's chilly out here." He opened the door and waited for me. There was no use in running so I may as well go inside.

"So your parents buy this and the bike for you?" I asked, looking around. I was surrounded by his scent and it was making my head fuzzy. "Yeah, of course!" He called from the bedroom just down the hall. He walked out in only sweats and threw a shirt at me. "Go change. I'll make some popcorn and we can watch a movie."

"I'm not staying here, Stu, I have classes tomorrow!" He slowly walked over to me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. "Fucking…change. Or I will change you myself. And trust me, baby, if I do that…you will be completely naked the whole time instead." He kissed me hard and walked into the kitchen. "Oh…and don't worry I'll get you back to campus in time for your eight o'clock Music History class or whatever the fuck it is."

I changed and we watched a movie. I had decided to just go with it. What other choice did I have? "So���that uh…that song you wrote, Final Girl, you ever gonna let me hear it?" I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. "You go through my stuff?" I asked. He shrugged, "of course I did. You don't tell me anything. Gotta know what you've been up to. I've also loved your singing. But I love the sound of you screaming my name better."

"I'm not having sex with you again, so forget," I said. He moved closer to me and yanked the blanket off of me. "Oh, baby girl, you're gonna do whatever I tell you to do or…" I gasped when he pulled me down to lay on my back and crawled on top of me. "Or I will have Randy be the next victim." He rolled his hips, his hard cock pressing into my clit. "I'd hate to have to do that. So be a good girl for me."

#stu macher smut #stu x reader #stu x you #stu macher imagine #stu macher x reader #stu macher fanfiction #stu macher #scream #scream fanfiction #ghostface x reader #ghostface #ghostface smut #ghostface fanfiction #ghostface imagine #scream imagine #scream 2 #scream x yn #slasher fanfiction #horror fanfiction #rating: nc17 #scream x reader #ghostface x you #stu macher x y/n

[somedaylazysomeday]

Good Intentions Part Thirteen

It's that time again...

Rating: Mature, 18+, lemon, etc

Word Count: 5,000

Warnings: mentions of sleeplessness, descriptions of a bar after hours, threats, ongoing references to sex as terms of a business agreement, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected piv sex, themes of intimacy.

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You rolled over, pressing your face into the arm you had folded across the soft surface of your pillow. The split second of wakefulness disappeared as you dropped back into sleep, but that had been enough to notice it: your mind was working on something. 

It was unexpected. You hadn’t gone to sleep with a specific problem in mind and your bedtime routine had been utterly normal. The Haven was quiet for the evening, remarkably so. You were all set to go to The Last Drop the following day and make your regular payment to Silco. 

It was time to turn onto your side. Your body had demanded the movement, breaking into the hazy half-dreams you had been experiencing to let you know. The change in position brought the constant workings of your thoughts to the forefront, but they weren’t ready yet. Your brain needed more time to work before delivering a solution. 

Something was definitely happening, something your waking mind had missed. This had happened before. You tried to relax into sleep while your unconscious mind worked on whatever problem it had identified, but it was a struggle. Every time you rolled over, you woke up. Every time one dream ended, you found yourself blinking up at the darkened ceiling before dissolving into the next one. 

It seemed like it was both a moment and an eternity later when your mind presented the final thought to you: your next payment to Silco was scheduled for that day. You had already known that, but you also had a full day of meetings scheduled, starting at roughly nine in the morning and running until almost midnight. You had forgotten the date you had scheduled all of the meetings to take place… at least, your waking mind had.

You were out of bed and on your feet faster than your brain could calculate, and you had to wait a moment before you could start haphazardly throwing clothes on. If you hadn’t been late to your previous meeting, you would feel more confident contacting Silco for a delay on your payment, but something told you he would be even less understanding now than he had been then. 

The room was dark, and only the combination of a semi-reflective clock face and an obnoxious neon sign outside of your window allowed you to see the time: nearly 5:30 in the morning. With any luck, the Last Drop would be closed by the time you arrived, but Silco would still be around for you to speak with. You had never asked where he went during the day, and you didn’t have the slightest idea where to start looking for him.

You rushed out of the Haven’s side door, keeping your head down and your steps quick on your way, but it was still almost six by the time you reached the Last Drop. The lights were off and no music thudded through the courtyard in front of the building. Only the giant eye over the entrance was still glowing, though you could see some light through the windows. 

When the doors opened under your hands, you breathed a sigh of relief. If they had been locked, you may have truly been out of options. 

The inside of the Last Drop was nearly empty, as expected. The bartender looked tired, but he still glanced up at you with a weary resignation. “We’re closed for the night.”

He was a young man, wearing remnants of makeup around his eyes that had likely been smeared under his fingers. His clothes were wrinkled and you could see a notepad on the bar in front of him, covered in lines of numbers. You felt a surge of compassion for him. It was a little on the early side for you, but incredibly late for someone who worked in a bar. 

So you kept your voice light as you replied, “‘Night’ may be a little generous. The sun will be up soon. I’m here to see-”

“Never mind,” he told you, turning away. “I know who you are. But the boss is done for the night, too. You’re out of luck.” 

The panic rose in your throat, sharp and hot and burning acid. “Wait, please! I have to-”

“I can’t do anything for you,” he repeated. You could see the irritation and impatience on his face, but buried in that expression was fear. He was - like most people - afraid of Silco. Afraid of what would happen to him if he crossed a line and angered the head chem-baron. 

You wished you could sympathize, but you knew exactly how he felt. In fact, your situation was probably more precarious than his, and you were willing to push. 

Fortunately, you were saved from figuring out a way to do that by the sound of something heavy clattering against a table. You turned, instantly on-edge as you scanned the bar’s deserted seating area. 

To your surprise, you caught sight of a blue-haired girl sitting in one of the booths. “Jinx?”

She flinched slightly, but beamed the next moment. “That’s me!”

Jinx was toying with something, the same thing that had made the loud noise a moment before. It was bulky and metallic, though its surface was covered almost completely by hand-drawn designs in a variety of eye-watering colors. It took entirely too long for you to realize that it was a grenade.

“So I see,” you told her, bemusedly. “What are you doing here? Especially so late?” 

“Got stuck,” she said simply, waving the grenade at you. “This isn’t working the way I need it to. Sometimes, doing something different is enough to shake a new idea out, ya know?”

“I can relate.” You eyed her. It had been roughly six months since the first time you had met Jinx and you admittedly didn’t know her very well, but she didn’t look so great. 

Jinx was a slender girl, not quite a teenager yet, but she was much closer than she had been the first time you met her. She looked at least a little taller now, though it was hard to judge when she was sitting slouched over the way she was. The thing that concerned you the most was the way her face looked. She was pale and drawn, dark circles under her eyes and a dark bruise on one corner of her jaw. 

Your first thought was to wonder if Silco was mistreating her. Living conditions in the Undercity were dire, but Silco had money for food. Jinx was verging on skinny. That, combined with the tiredness on her face and the nasty bruise made you wonder…

Of course, you had dismissed the thought a moment later. Unless something dramatic had happened between Silco and his daughter in the past six months, abuse or neglect didn’t seem likely or even possible. It had taken precisely one interaction for you to realize how deeply Silco cared about Jinx. 

“You know,” you said carefully, “sometimes, I get my best ideas when I’m sleeping.”

“Yeah?” she asked dryly. “That why you’re here so late?”

“Ironically, yes. I need to see y-” You paused awkwardly, horribly, as you remember Silco’s threat that he would end your agreement if he ever found out you had spoken to Jinx a second time. Of course, you were well past that. Still, you didn’t want to push your luck and it somehow felt worse to directly mention Silco’s relation to Jinx. “...you know, Silco.”

Jinx was amused by that, a wide grin breaking out across her face. With her voice lowered into a conspiratorial whisper, she said, “Don’t worry. I know he’s my dad.”

“Yeah.” If you’d only had Jinx’s self-assurance when you were that age… 

Your thoughts were thoroughly interrupted by footsteps approaching from behind you, paired with a sharp voice. “Hey, I told you: there’s nothing I can do to help you. The boss is done for the night. Get out.”

Somehow, the problem had seemed almost salvageable as you spoke with Jinx, but it flooded back full-force as you turned to plead with the bartender and his smudged makeup. “Please, you don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t understand. The boss doesn’t like to be interrupted, especially not by random people off the street.” The bartender’s eyes slid until he was looking past you at Jinx. “How about this? If I tell him who you were so interested in talking to, he’ll probably set up a special meeting you won’t be able to miss-”

“Shut up, Chuck!” Jinx ordered, sliding out of the booth. You had a moment to realize that she was indeed taller than she had been when you had first met her, then you were distracted by her sudden, apparent fury. “Do you know how long I’ve been stuck? Do you? I’ll even give you a hint, Chuck: Days. And talking with her is the only thing that’s managed to help so far. Get it? Now walk away or I’ll make sure you’re my test subject when it’s ready.”

The bartender’s mouth had gone slack at Jinx’s tirade. As she delivered her final threat, his eyes darted to the grenade in her hand. And when she thrust that hand out toward him, his mouth snapped shut as he walked out from behind the bar and left The Last Drop entirely.

In the stillness of the now empty bar, Jinx turned to you, already wearing an expectant look. It seemed like a bad idea to ask anything too prying, so you settled for, “So his name is Chuck?”

“Of course it is!” she said instantly, so brightly that you sincerely doubted his name was Chuck. But she was smiling again, so you went along with it. “Now, you need to see my dad?”

“I really, really do.” The fervency in your tone may have been a bit much to put on a kid, but you were feeling a little desperate by that point. 

“And you promise you’re not a prostitute?” Your mouth fell open at the unexpected renewal of Jinx’s suspicions on that point, but the girl gave a wicked cackle. “I’m just messin’ with ya! Come on.” 

You couldn’t exactly ask questions since she had already taken off toward the back room of The Last Drop, but you certainly had plenty. 

Those questions only compounded when Jinx took you through a circuitous route that seemed to be working in a very jagged circle. You never saw the same doorways twice, though, so you trailed along gamely behind her and hoped it wasn’t an incredibly complex trick meant to trap you in the middle of some twisted labyrinth. 

Your journey ended when you followed Jinx up a set of creaking stairs. The top of the staircase featured a tiny landing, complete with a small shelf built into the wall. The shelf had a squat, rather ugly vase sitting on it. You might have chosen to put a light there instead, but it wasn’t your room. In fact, you weren’t even sure it was Silco’s. If nothing else, the vase didn’t seem to be his style.

“Okay, knock normally twice, pause for one second, then four quick knocks and tap twice on the vase.”

You were still processing that when Jinx hopped up on the sagging bannister. She waved at you as she pushed off with her feet and slid down faster than you could believe.

With the instructions still fresh in your mind, you knocked twice on the door, carefully let a full second pass, knocked four times so close together that it sounded like you had used both hands, then tapped the vase twice. The vase turned out to be secured to the shelf, which was good. In your nervousness, you had hit it a little too hard and would have been in danger of knocking it off completely. 

When the sharp sound from your knuckles against the glass had faded, you took a deep breath and gingerly turned the doorknob. The room was dark, a complete inky void with one exception - the glowing orange point of an unnatural eye. 

You felt like you were frozen, pinned in place by that unblinking gaze, but that apparently wasn’t true. Somehow, you shifted just enough to let some light pass you into the room, illuminating Silco more fully. 

He was in bed. A distant part of your mind registered that Silco apparently had a bedroom in The Last Drop, but it wasn’t your major focus. He was leaning up to stare at the door, leaning on one elbow to support himself. His other hand was sitting at a strange angle, and you registered why as you saw the shine. He was holding a knife, no doubt retrieved from some well-concealed place in easy reach of the bed. 

Silco didn’t strike you as the type to be unprepared, even in sleep. 

“Well?” he asked irritably. “Now that you’ve interrupted my rest, do you intend to stand there? Dawn is coming.”

You wordlessly stepped into the room, letting the door close behind you. When you turned to be sure it closed - and to lock it if Silco wanted - you were only mildly surprised to find that the door itself, the handle, and the entire frame blended perfectly into the wall of the room. A hidden door made sense for someone whose power put him in consistently dangerous positions, but it still delighted the child in you. You’d always had a weakness for secrets. 

Since there was nothing for you to lock, you turned back to Silco. Thankfully, your vision had adjusted to the darkness, because there was no illumination. Silco shouldn’t have worried at all about the dawn, since he didn’t have a window. 

Silco had stowed the knife somewhere, but he was watching you with a hard stare that felt equally threatening. You stopped short as he said, “I told you to stay away from my daughter.”

“You did,” you agreed, feeling your heart rate increase. There was no use in arguing with that point, but maybe it would have been wiser to try. “To be fair, I didn’t approach her.”

There didn’t seem to be a way to argue that, since Silco sighed and raked fingers from his forehead back to the nape of his neck. His hair was more disheveled than you had ever seen it, and something about the mussed strands was making you feel distinctly twitchy. But you had to see if he was going to murder you horribly before you could think of doing something about that.

“Tell me what happened,” Silco ordered. “I was expecting you this afternoon.”

So you told him everything - your surprise schedule conflict, the unhelpful bartender, Jinx’s offer to bring you to her dad. You briefly mentioned Jinx’s claim that talking to you had helped her work on her grenade, but you didn’t belabor the point. You didn’t know how true it was, especially since you hadn’t discussed anything that remotely concerned engineering or explosives. Not that you would have been much help with either of those topics.

By the time you finished with your explanation, Silco was sitting up fully. He had propped a pillow behind his back to cushion himself from the headboard. His legs were resting straight out in front of him, slightly splayed and bent at the knees. He looked… casual. It was strange to see from someone who typically seemed so tightly buttoned. 

It was only then that you realized he was wearing only a loose pair of pants, sitting bare-chested in front of you. Your mouth went dry and you could only hope the darkness hid the way your eyes had locked on his torso.

Your gaze was so intent that you jumped when he lifted an arm to beckon in your direction. He did seem to have seen that, if you were to guess by the smirk that lifted one corner of his mouth. Still, you took a step, then another, then another, until you were standing beside the bed. 

Silco was actually a bit shorter than you like this, and it felt strange to look down at him. That didn’t curb any of the imperiousness in his voice as said, “Strip.”

The clothes you had thrown on before rushing out of The Haven were casual and comfortable. Shucking them off almost took less time than it had taken for Silco to issue his command. He still, of course, found time to talk. 

“In the future, I would like you to contact me if there are issues with the timing of our meeting,” he informed you. “Though we decided against postponement last time you did so, it does not excuse your apparent refusal to do so a second time.”

You nodded, feeling slightly abashed. Realistically, you could very well have waited until one of The Haven’s guards was awake and sent them to deliver a message to Silco. He would have (probably) understood. It was difficult to tell with him, sometimes.

Before you could respond - though what would you realistically have replied with, an apology? - Silco spoke again. His voice sounded different then, and it took you a moment to recognize the difference in tone as mingled warmth, pride, and arousal. 

“However, I cannot fault you for your initial reaction. I appreciate the fact that you were so distraught at the idea of missing our meeting that you rushed here without a second thought. In fact,” he caught at your wrist, towing you closer with that strength you had always found such a surprise for his wiry frame, “I think that kind of loyalty deserves a reward…”

He didn’t toss you onto the bed. It wasn’t his style. But the slow, inexorable pull was just as exciting. You wanted this, wanted it very badly, but the illusion of the lack of choice tricked your brain into dropping any guilt stemming from your connection with the city’s most notorious chem baron. (The same guilt seemed to get less and less noticeable every time you met with Silco, but that was a new source of guilt in itself.)

The important thing was that your half-hearted tug against his grip only made Silco bare his teeth in a grinning half-smile. He didn’t release you once you had knelt on the mattress, nor when you had laid down on its surface. No, Silco kept his hands on you, arranging your limbs until you were sprawled under him. 

Your legs were carefully parted, allowing space for him between them. Realistically, you knew what was likely to happen, but you could hardly breathe with the anticipation of it. As Silco started moving steadily toward the apex of your thighs, your moan was half-excitement and half-relief.

As he slotted himself between your legs, eyes bouncing greedily between your face and your core, you watched the light of his orange eye with an unexpected sense of nervousness. Silco was intense in his office, but now you were in his room. The intimacy of it all struck you for the first time. He had allowed you into his private spaces when he easily could have ordered you away or killed you outright. Now your head was resting on his pillow as he parted your folds with something that approached glee. 

Silco didn’t give you the chance to think much more about his room… or anything else. As his mouth delved toward your core, your thoughts were fully absorbed by him and the way he was making you feel. 

He didn’t ease into things - starting off with a thrust of his stiffened tongue into your channel. You made a surprised little noise for him, one that turned abruptly louder as he gave a pleased hum and the vibrations went through you. 

His fingers, the ones that had started by spreading you open for his mouth, didn’t stay still for long. They petted and stroked, pinched and speared. When Silco turned his mouth to other things, they took his place inside of you, opening you up for things to come. A pinky drifted downward to your rear, pressing on that ring of muscle. The digit never breached you but the light pressure was enough to keep you on-edge.

You arched and cried out when Silco’s lips closed around your clit. Within the pressured cavern of his mouth, his tongue teased that sensitive bundle of nerves until you were squirming under him. With his hands busy and his mouth occupied, Silco pinned you down with his shoulders against your thighs. The gentle, barely-there scrape of his teeth against you was enough of a warning that you forced yourself to lay still beneath him. 

At least, you tried to. Silco was demanding, pulling every bit of pleasure from you with a lack of mercy that left you feeling raw. It didn’t help that you were flat on your back, fully under his power, and surrounded by the scent and heat of him. Just the feeling of being overwhelmed by this man made you writhe and squirm and beg beneath him, pretty pleas falling from your lips faster than you could ever hope to push them away.

“Come, my pet,” Silco ordered, moving the minimum amount to make his command audible. “Fall apart for me.”

And then his mouth slanted over your slit once more, delving deep and inevitable as he ripped your orgasm from you with a ferocity that left you breathless - though you still found the air to cry out for him. 

When your pleasure had finally peaked and you fell into the post-orgasm lull - every muscle shuddering - Silco continued working his tongue over you. It wasn’t enough to push you fully into overstimulation, just enough to remind you that you were at his mercy. 

Silco pulled away from you, your legs fell from where they had been wrapped around him. Instead, he crawled up the length of your body, licking and touching all the while. Somewhere in the rush, he had managed to kick away his loose pajama pants, leaving every bit of him brushing every bit of you. You were slack with pleasure, but you still managed an arch of your spine as Silco pressed his length through your slick folds - not entering you, but ensuring you knew he was ready for you. 

“I will never tire of the noises you make for me,” Silco whispered, leaning down to tease the line of your neck with his lips. That was all well and good, but when he paused to suck a mark into your skin, your hips rose of their own accord. 

“Silco, please,” you begged, shocked at how quickly your need had risen up after being sated so completely. “Fuck me.”

Silco repositioned himself so he could peer down at you, one brow lifted high. “Such language from a well-known and renowned philanthropist! We expect better manners from the people of Zaun.”

“Silco…” you trailed, trying not to let it turn into a whimper. You weren’t entirely successful. 

“I suppose you did say please…” Silco mused. 

You nodded, trying to subvocally encourage him to keep going, but he rolled off of you instead. A litany of complaints rose to your lips, but you held them back for one simple reason: he had pulled you with him. 

The two of you were lying on your sides, staring at each other in the nest of body-warmed blankets that wreathed Silco’s bed. He pulled you close, then closer, positioning one of your knees up and over his hip. That opened you to him, not quite spreading you wide, but enough that the coolness of the room felt like a shock to your overheated core. 

Silco wasted no time, holding you in place with one hand on your hip and the other snaking along your spine until he could cup the nape of your neck. Then his length was spearing up into you and you stopped caring so much about where anyone’s hands were. 

He hissed at the feeling of your body’s grip on him, baring his chipped teeth in a silent snarl. When he had sunk as deep as he could get, Silco paused, giving both of you a moment to experience the way your inner muscles were working around him, and the way he was throbbing inside of you. 

Rather than employing his driving sprint toward the proverbial finish line, Silco seemed more content than usual to take his time. The lazy push and pull of his hips between your thighs left you surging up and pushing down in time, meeting him at the apex of each stroke. Still, the motion managed to be steady and metered rather than frantic. 

And the pace wasn’t the only unusual thing about the experience. No, Silco seemed to be insisting on eye contact. The first time you had looked away, unable to bear the directness of his gaze locked on yours, Silco’s hand had traveled from your neck to your chin. After he had levered you back into looking at him, he gritted out, “Eyes on me, pet.”

The rumors around the Undercity were that Silco’s orange iris was a result of getting an acid or toxin in his eye. You had always chalked that up to ridiculous superstition, egged on by Silco’s employees as an easy way of increasing his credibility among potential challengers.

But just then, you felt like that eye was eating into your very soul. It didn’t seem so impossible, not when you were locked in Silco’s embrace with the orange fire of his ruined eye casting the only light in the room. As soon as you had seen that startling glow set against the backdrop of his darkened room, you couldn’t have looked away even if he would have let you. 

Silco stared at you for the remainder of your session. He watched as he thrust deeply into you, watched as you made a desperate noise for him, watched as he made a desperate noise in return. His gaze stayed on you as his fingers drifted downward to toy with your clit. Those eyes went half-lidded, heavy with pleasure as you tightened around him, but you could see the way they were still locked on you. 

It was impossible to say whether the eye contact was pushing you closer to the edge, but you certainly felt as if your skin was burning with the intensity of it all. Silco’s hand on your hip tightened and loosened, flexing almost as if he was kneading your skin. You flexed under his touch, your leg drawing further up along his side. 

And then he pushed inside of you again. The new placement of your knee left Silco driving into that incredibly sensitive place in your core. If the look on his face - intrigued, eager, and self-satisfied - was any indication, Silco knew exactly what was happening. A few more pumps inside of you and a shaky circle traced around your clit and you were left gasping as another orgasm slammed you into space.

Shaking, pleading, struggling for air… yet you had no trouble keeping your eyes locked on Silco’s face. His mismatched eyes became an anchor for you, the only thing that helped you keep your balance in the overwhelming tide of pleasure. 

As far as you could remember, you had never orgasmed while holding eye contact with someone. At least, not in a way that even approached this level of intensity. It felt like Silco was drinking you in with the way his gaze was fixed on you. Even when he withdrew and spilled into the pajama pants he had left lying nearby, his attention was utterly focused on you. 

You made some kind of noise as Silco settled on his side next to you. It was one of surprise, but you tried to play it off as if you had started to say something. Even then, it seemed like a bad idea to show any sign of vulnerability to Silco. 

“That- That was… incredible,” you admitted eventually. 

“I quite agree,” Silco said, resting his head on his pillow. As his natural eye began to close, you turned, intent on leaving him to rest. 

To your utter shock, his hand latched around your waist, tugging until you fell backwards. When you were lying with your back to Silco, he moved slightly closer and let out a sigh. “In fact, I’m afraid I must insist that you stay here.”

“...Stay?” you repeated, voice faint in the darkness. 

“At least for a short while.”

You cleared your throat, hoping to sound cheerfully nonchalant as you replied, “I was actually counting on you showing me the way out of here. I think I might end up dying in the labyrinth, otherwise.”

“When the sun rises, you may leave,” Silco decreed. His hand - painted deep gray against the blackness of his room - gestured toward a door across from the bed, half-hidden behind a shallow wall. “That door will take you back into my office.”

“Oh.”

Silco seemed to read something in your brief response, and his voice was careful when he said, “Unless you really do not wish to stay.”

Silco was a ruthless murderer. He was a chem baron, one who manufactured Shimmer with the aim to addict an entire city. He was violent and rude, and had been extorting you for the better part of a year. And yet… he sounded so uncertain of himself and his invitation, you couldn’t bear to turn him down. 

Instead, you did your best to relax. “I’ll stay. But only until dawn. If I’m out much later than that, the people at the Haven will start to get suspicious.”

“Until dawn, then,” Silco agreed. 

In the quiet hush of the darkened room, your wakefulness began to fade. With your interrupted rest and the physical exertion of the evening, sleep was chasing you faster than you could run. Just before you dropped off, you felt something brush the nape of your neck. It could have been one of Silco’s fingertips or it could have been a pair of lips…

Either way, the touch was almost unbearably tender.

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Author's Note - Quick reminder that this story is set between acts 1 and 2 of Arcane. Because of that, Jinx is younger than in the majority of the show, and is still somewhere between Powder and Jinx.

Sorry for posting this a little late! Hope you enjoyed it anyway.

I don't offer a taglist for mature works, but you can find other fics on my masterlists (desktop or mobile).

#good intentions #arcane silco #silco x reader #silco #reader insert #silco x you #silco x reader fic #reader insert fanfiction #mature #lemon #spicy #rating: nc17 #minors dni #not suitable for minors

[spncreatorsdaily]

Chapters: 37/37 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Alfie (Supernatural), Daphne Allen, Claire Novak, Jack Kline Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Assassins & Hitmen, Alternate Universe - Human, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Murder Husbands, Sort Of, Tattooed Castiel, Sam is truely innocent here, Destiel - Freeform, Background Sabriel, Light BDSM Summary:

Dean is pretty content with his life. He is getting Sam through college, even though their father died a few years back, and they are not exactly living like bums. The only downside is the way he makes the extra money. He followed in his father’s footsteps and became an assassin. But, he has some standards left, thank you very much. He only kills douchebags who deserve it. Giving karma a much needed helping hand. When he actually finds a boyfriend he loves, all seems to be perfect....

Castiel hasn’t had the best of lives. Being kicked out of his parents home because he is gay ended up with him living in South Korea for a decade and a half, but now he is back in the States, working as a waiter for his brother, Gabriel. But coincidentally he also works for one of the family businesses. These businesses are not the nice, high-rise office ones. Michael runs a tight ship in the assassination world, and Castiel is one of his top employees. When he ‘steals’ the hit of another assassin, things start to change...

#week 205 #creator: hectatess #hectatess #fanfic #destiel #sabriel #rating: nc17

[lanevra]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil Characters: Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien), Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale Additional Tags: Weird Elven Sexual Mores, Dalish Elven Culture and Customs, Asexual Character, Drunk Sex, First Time, First Kiss, Porn With Plot, Post-Canon, Post-Battle of Five Armies Series: Part 1 of Wood and iron Summary:

A guest arrives at Sigrid's wedding whom the Bard invited, but didn't really expect to show up.

#fanfic #ao3 #slash fanfiction #the hobbit #thranduil #barduil #bard #rating: nc17 #first time #first kiss #pwp fics #asexual characters #elven #first fic in series #lord of the rings #lotr

[thejennifers]

It is amazing how the hair, makeup and costumes really transform Ana de Armas (who I never would think of as looking like Marilyn) into Marilyn Monroe in BLONDE (on Netflix this month - NC-17 rating and all)

#ana de armas #marilyn monroe #blonde #movies #rating: nc17 #netflix

[rondracofest]

FEST FIC: Ron and Draco Go on an Island Adventure [Gee Thanks, Hermione] (NC-17)

Title: Ron and Draco Go on an Island Adventure [Gee Thanks, Hermione] Author: @schmem-14 Rating: NC-17 Prompt: #62 Seriously intense tropical fucking on a beach Word Count: 15k Warning(s)/Content: No Archive Warnings Apply Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Draco loves Ron. Ron loves Harry. And Harry's getting married to Theo, which leaves Ron on the verge of a full-on mental breakdown. It's up to Draco to keep Ron company during these trying times. [Oh, and did I mention, Hermione sneakily banishes the two of them to a tropical island for a month?] Notes: Hope I did your prompt justice, Emmatheslayer! ❤️

Read on AO3

#rondracofest 2023 #dron #ron x draco #ron weasley #draco malfoy #fanfiction #rating: nc17 #harry potter #hp #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfiction #2023 posting

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #27: "Five Years and One Night" by Shalimar

Today’s fic is an angst-ridden, plotty, gripping story dealing with the fallout in “Emily”. It starts with Scully transferring to a position in LA after a post-“Kitsunegari” fight, and six months later, Mulder shows up at her door. The revelation of Scully’s stolen fertility and Mulder’s concealment of truth from her in "Emily", something never properly addressed in canon, is satisfyingly explored here.

This fic ticks many of my favorite angst boxes: reunion after a bitter rift and separation, jealousy, electric UST leading to hot smut, posing as a married couple, hopelessly in love but it’s complicated with baggage (including a baby tossed in the mix), and a well earned happy ending after enduring loads of hurt. The momentum of the plot is engrossing, and the tension doesn’t let up till the very end. My eyes were glued to the screen throughout this wild ride.

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🥏 on Gossamer 🥏 audio version on @audiofanficpod read by @stephr1026

length: novel, 83,000+ words season: season 5 pairing(s): M/S UST to RST tags: AU, action-adventure, angst, episode-related, Emily arc, jealousy, rift, separated/reunited, baby fic, pretend couple, Scully-pov rating: explicit/NC-17

#x files #x files fanfic #msr #nephrit's fic rec #len: novel #season: 5 #ship: m/s ust to rst #genre: au #genre: action adventure #genre: angst #genre: episode related #arc: emily #jealousy #rift #separated/reunited #baby fic #pretend couple #scully pov #rating: nc17 #by: shalimar

[areallifeexampleofacontradiction]

Story idea:

A modern au about how Penelope and Colin are childhood friends who know everything about each other except the fact that Colin is a Dom. Basically Penelope has been in love with Colin but never knew so she’s trying to figure out how her best friend/ nicest guy in the world is in to some heavy kink. Then Colin like offers to show her and then so on and so forth. I really love the idea that there are two sides to Colin one side that everyone loves and thinks he’s the best but then Penelope sees the real more well rounded side of him.

#polin #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton #fanfic #fanfic request #fanfiction prompts #romancing mister bridgerton #modern au #rating: nc17 #ao3 #ao3fic #archive of our own

[memyficsandi]

Title: perennial bloom

Author: adastreia (AO3)

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Stranger Things

Warnings: Graphic childbirth

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: The nest sat in the corner furthest from any windows, large and sprawling. It was dirty, but everybody who still had the luxury of a nest had a dirty one nowadays: power had been lost a year ago and clean water was a rarity. Clothes and blankets tumbled off of a thin mattress piled up high on the sides with a dip in the middle large enough for several people to fit. These days, all of the omegas in the pack shared one nest – there was no sense in separating, not when safety demanded closeness.

But today, only one body occupied the space, Eddie pacing around the perimeter and snarling at anybody who dared to get too close and try and join the omega curled up inside.

#stranger things #steddie #ao3 #established relationship #abo #mpreg #male lactation #omega!steve #alpha!eddie #under 5k #complete #rating nc17

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Twenty-Six

YN

"I'm not going to that party," I said. Randy and I were walking across campus to the cafeteria for dinner. "Oh, come on. Why not?" He asked. "So you forget what happened at the last party we were at?" He rolled his eyes, "you mean the last party you were at. I've been to other parties. And the murders at the theater have nothing to do with us." I scoffed at his denial. "You are in such denial! Randy, two people were killed at a movie based on our lives!"

He stopped in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Look, I know you're worried about Stu coming back. But come on, don't you think he would have already if he was going to?" If only he knew the truth. The truth that Stu was back and I've been giving in to him. "You're going to that party with me. Plus, Dewey is here. He's not going to let anything happen to any of us."

I stood around, a drink in my hand out in the backyard at the Sorority party. Randy had showed up at my dorm with Mickey of all people. "See, this isn't too bad." I looked over at Randy and gave him a deadpanned look. "Oh, yeah, so fun!" I said sarcastically. "Nothing is going to happen, just relax and have a good time. I'll be back with more drinks!" He walked back into the house and I stood there awkwardly.

"Yn? I didn't know you were coming." I turned around to see Sid and Hallie coming up to me. "Randy forced me to come." Just then Randy came to stand beside me handing Hallie and Sidney a drink. "Took you long enough," Sid said to him. "You need to get out of that damn room of yours and stop being a hermit crab."

Mickey came over saying something about a movie sequel to Randy and they both walked off, Hallie went off another way and Sidney went to sit down with Derek. A flash of blond hair caught my eyes and I snapped my head to the right to see Stu talking to some girl. What caught me off guard was he was wearing glasses. There has only been a handful of times that I've seen him wear his glasses.

I watched him talk to the girl, well more like she was talking to him but he was paying more attention to me. I flinched when someone came up beside me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I looked up to see a guy, dark hair and green eyes smiling at me. I raised my eyebrow at him and he let out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, I'm Luke, I'm in one of your glasses with you."

"Oh, okay? Did you need something?" I asked. He looked down and shook his head, a blush tinting his cheeks. "This is stupid. I–um…I just want to tell you that you're beautiful and an amazing singer. I've heard you in the studio a couple times. I wasn't like…stalking you or anything though!" I gave him a small smile and chuckled. "Thank you. That's very kind of you."

I looked back over to where Stu was but he was no longer there. "So, you major in music or…" he shook his head. "No, I'm a film major." I nodded my head, "oh. So you know Randy then?" He nodded his head, "yeah. Can I ask you something?" He asked. "Uh…yeah," I said, nodding. He looked around and let you a breathy laugh. "Has he always been so…how do I phrase this…"

"Overly dramatic? Obnoxious? Loud? Yes. Yes, he has been. He's very passionate about movies. He actually brought the film club back to our high school his freshman year. Convinced the principal to give him a week to get at least ten students to join." We both laughed. "You went to Woodsboro, right?" He asked, with a smile still on his face. I took a deep breath before nodding. "I did. Yeah."

"I'm sorry for what happened. I don't think I'd ever leave my room again if something like that happened in my hometown. Hell, my mom probably wouldn't let me out of the house." I didn't say anything and his smile dropped. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'll admit I know who you are but that's not why I wanted to talk to you. I do find you beautiful. I was actually hoping maybe…maybe if you'd like to get coffee or something."

"Something happening across the street! The police are over there, come on!" Everyone started to rush back into the house and Sidney came over to me. "Come on." I gave Luke an apologetic look and followed Sidney. As we were getting ready to leave I stopped. "Shit, I forgot my jacket. I'll be–" a hand clamped over my mouth. "Do you not listen to anything I say?!"

I pushed Randy away from me. "No! I do not listen to anything you say. Now, I'm going to go get my jacket!" I turned and walked back into the house. I walked into the living room and over to the couch where I left it but it wasn't there. A hand landed on my shoulder and I yelped. "Sorry! You were just taking a long time." I turned around, putting my hand on my chest. "Jesus, Sid! I'll be out in a second."

"Where's your jacket? Do you need help finding it?" She asked. "I thought I left it on the couch but it's not here. I'm going to look upstairs and I'll be out I promise." She shook her head, "I'm helping you." I sighed and nodded before heading for the stairs. Just as I got there the phone rang. I looked back at Sidney and she shook her head. I went to head upstairs when she called out. "I found it!" She came over and handed it to me and we walked towards the door.

I paused when the phone rang again. "You girls ready?" Derek asked. "Yeah, in a second." I walked over and answered the phone. "Hello?" There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before the modulated voice spoke. "Hello, yn." My whole body froze. "What do you want?" I asked. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

I rolled my eyes. "Real original. If you're going to kill me just don't already you fucking coward!" I yelled. A deep chuck sounded from the other side of the line. "My pleasure." My head snapped to my left when the voice didn't come from the phone. Ghostface stood near the door, knife in hand and tiled his head. "Sidney!" I screamed and he charged at me.

#stu macher smut #stu x reader #stu x you #stu macher imagine #stu macher x reader #stu macher fanfiction #stu macher #scream imagine #scream fanfiction #scream 2 #scream #scream 4 #scream x reader #ghostface smut #ghostface fanfiction #ghostface imagine #ghostface x reader #ghostface #rating: nc17 #nc 17 #sidney prescott #mickey altieri #derek feldman #randy meeks #gale weathers #dewey riley #horror fanfiction #slasher fanfiction

[somedaylazysomeday]

Good Intentions (Part Six)

Another thirty days have passed and it's time for your payment.

Silco x fem!reader

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Rating: NC-17, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 5,500

Warnings: Ongoing references to sex as a form of payment, mentions of drugs including use and sales of, oral sex (male receiving), piv sex, rough treatment.

Your deal with Silco had been going for several months now - four, not that you were keeping careful track. It had been a straightforward deal, if risqué: in exchange for keeping Shimmer out of the neighborhood surrounding your charitable outreach, the Haven, you would go to the Last Drop and have sex with Silco every thirty days. 

It still made you cringe to think about it so bluntly, even in the privacy of your own mind.

So far, Silco had upheld his end of the deal. There hadn’t been any Shimmer around the Haven in quite some time. Now, the neighborhood was turning into an oasis of people who were trying to free themselves from the effects of the drug. Recovering addicts came to the Haven for help continuing their efforts and families who had been hurt by exposure to Shimmer in the past filled the buildings around the area. 

Finding work for such an influx of people was difficult, but many families had found clever ways of supporting themselves. Those who couldn’t support themselves came to the Haven for help. Thanks to grants from Piltover that your clever staff members had wheedled from the city, and a hefty donation from Silco himself, you were able to offer help for living costs. The neighborhood was well on its way to thriving.

All of that being said, your monthly payment to Silco was here. You were on your way to the Last Drop, and feeling much more nervous about that than you had for a very long time. 

Exactly thirty days ago, Silco had requested that you arrive at the Last Drop before noon. He hadn’t told you exactly what he was planning, but something was definitely going on. You had a few guesses about what it would be, but there was very little use in speculating. You would find out what was goin on in a few minutes.

The thing that you found the most striking about this meeting was the time of day. Your sessions with Silco usually took place in the morning when the Last Drop wasn’t open yet, but the polluted skies of the undercity were typically dark and muted enough that you could pretend it was early evening. 

That day, the clouds of semi-toxic air between the undercity and the sun were thinner than normal, letting the sunlight filter weakly onto the streets below. You would have reveled in this on any other day, but it only lent a surrealism to the scene that morning. You had woken, eaten a light breakfast, and taken care of some normal business at the Haven. Now you were rushing across the undercity for your scheduled appointment to get dicked down by a crime lord so he would continue to keep his drugs away from the streets of your neighborhood.

Sometimes, you wondered what your life had become.

In any case, you arrived at the Last Drop and let yourself in, nodding at the cleaning staff as you crossed to the staircase that would lead you to Silco’s office. Unlike what you had found on any other day, Silco’s door was open.

He paused in pacing back and forth across the room to nod approvingly as you stepped in. “You’ve arrived. Good. I have a meeting that is set to begin at noon.”

You frowned. That was only ten minutes away, surely not enough time for Silco to get his ‘mindless pleasure’ from you, as he had called it during your last session. “Do you- do you want me to… wait downstairs?”

Silco smirked at your guess, shaking his head as he crossed behind you to close the door. “No, I had something rather different in mind. This meeting is going to be tedious - Ziik is a partner of necessity, not because I particularly like him or his business practices.”

“Then why meet with him?” you asked, genuinely curious. In Piltover’s undercity, Silco was often regarded as the ruler of everything, the absolute top of the proverbial food chain. You were fascinated and far more surprised than you really should have been at the idea that Silco also had to do things he would prefer not to.

“Because he was chosen to represent the rest of the chem barons,” Silco answered simply, glaring at the floor he was pacing. “I have to meet with them if I hope to keep them in line.”

You gave a considering hum at that, hoping the wordless answer would be enough to keep him appeased without drawing his attention until you had a chance to gather your wits. It was common knowledge that Silco had a great deal of power in the undercity. He even had half the residents calling the place ‘Zaun’. But you hadn’t known he was the leader of the chem barons, much less that he met with a representative on a presumably regular basis. That meant he had even more power than you had known of… and you had known of a lot.

Thankfully, Silco seemed lost in thought, content to frown at the wooden floors of his office and mutter occasionally to himself. Either he didn’t realize what he had revealed to you or he had assumed you already knew it. It wasn’t such a big deal, all things considered, but you were reluctant to keep learning things about him. The more you knew, the less likely it was that this deal would end with anything less than your death.

Finally, you shifted your feet, drawing Silco’s attention. “It’s almost noon. What did you have in mind for your meeting?”

Silco’s mismatched eyes gleamed, and you immediately regretted giving him control of the situation. You held both hands up warningly. “I’m not having sex with you in front of some chem baron.”

“I had assumed that would be the case,” he agreed easily. “As it happens, I think there’s another way you can help distract me.”

“What do you want?” a distant voice called, suspicion thick in its tone.

Silco kept his gaze on you rather than glancing at the door. “That’s the signal. Ziik is here. Seat yourself.”

The instruction wasn’t odd in itself, but the fact that he was gesturing under his desk was. You frowned at him, but noted at the same time that there was a spacious gap for someone’s legs and lap to fit under the desk… along with some extra room. There was a panel at the front of the desk that reached to the floor. Ziik would never know you were there.

“This is what I want for this session,” Silco reiterated as footsteps started making their slow way up the staircase outside of the office. “I want you under my desk. Keep me distracted as that idiot tells me things I am already aware of. Use your imagination - and your mouth - to keep me from killing him. Don’t bring me off, but you can get as close as you dare. Are you going to deny me this request?”

You considered it, but the ever-approaching footsteps forced your hand. You sank to your knees and slid under the desk, watching as Silco sat in his throne-like chair and began to position his legs in the cavernous space.

“Silco, wait,” you hissed. Silco glanced down at you. “What if I hear something you don’t want me to hear? Something bad?”

You had been half-hoping that he would have thought of that, maybe giving you a pair of ear plugs to keep you out of the conversation. As he directed a sardonic smile down at you, even those meager hopes fell. “Ziik is here to talk about drugs. I was under the impression that you want to keep all of those away from the Haven?”

Before you could answer, a knock sounded on the door and Silco straightened in his chair, closing you fully in the space beneath his desk. In the most bored voice you had ever heard him use, he called, “Enter.”

Ziik’s voice was low and rumbling, a startling contrast to Silco’s smoothly expressive one. “Silco. I bring greetings from the rest of the chem barons.”

And thus began a meeting of such startling boredom that you started to understand Silco’s desire to have you there. Ziik talked about chem baron’s budgets, complaining about the scarcity of funds even as he described amounts of money you could only dream of having access to. You snorted and Silco dropped his hand beneath the edge of the desk to snap warningly in your direction. 

You rolled your eyes, reveling in the small show of impatience that he couldn’t see, feel, or control. Even so, you started unfastening his pants as soon as your eyes were back in their proper place. 

When you peeled the panels of fabric away from Silco’s hips - no simple task, since he hadn’t moved even slightly to help you - his cock was pale, flaccid, and seeming extremely disinterested in the situation. You had never seen Silco so completely unaroused and had started to wonder if he walked around in a state of semi-hardness. You had to smother an inappropriate laugh. Maybe Silco was always hard, but Ziik was a previously undiscovered anti-aphrodisiac.

To distract yourself before the slight amusement could spiral into something else, you stroked your fingertips lightly down Silco’s length, then focused your attention on the head of his cock. The rest of him was interesting as he started to harden, but his head was particularly fascinating as it flushed with color and started to weep pre-cum for you.

You smoothed the liquid over his skin, smiling when Silco’s hips twitched toward you, cock seeking the heat of your mouth.

When you obliged, it was without warning. You didn’t grip him to get the angle right or let Silco feel your breath soothing over his skin. Instead, you arched up as far as you could get in the cramped cavern and captured him suddenly in your mouth, swallowing as much of him down as you could. When you finished, the coarse hairs around the base of his cock were tickling at your lips and you swallowed twice in fast succession as you adjusted to having him so deep.

A booming thud surrounded you and you jumped, pulling back before you realized that Silco had slammed a hand down on top of the desk. Fortunately, his angrily raised voice covered the sound of your small gasp.

“That is a lie, pure and simple,” Silco hissed venomously. “Do you dare to disrespect me by lying directly to my face?”

If you hadn’t known what had just happened, you would have missed the way he was slightly breathless under all of the fury.

“I meant no disrespect, Silco,” Ziik hurriedly said, lacking your insight into Silco’s current state. “I am merely reporting the facts as they were reported to me.”

As the meeting resumed, you wrapped your hand around Silco’s cock, giving him a few firm pumps to spread the lubrication from your mouth over his length. You continued exploring him, pausing to take him into your mouth every so often or nibble at the delicate skin of his thigh as Silco and Ziik continued talking over your head. 

At one point, you were toying with the soft skin of Silco’s testicles as you sucked lightly on the head of his cock and all you could do was admire his composure. If this felt nearly as good for him as his ministrations the month before had felt to you, his willpower was incredible. You would have been a gibbering mess by this point.

With nothing left to do and no explorations left to make, you contented yourself with taking Silco as deep into your mouth as you could, then simply staying like that. You gave an occasional draw with your mouth so you didn’t start drooling, but didn’t move otherwise. He was so erect by now that it had to be painful, the deceptively velvety skin of his cock hiding the way he was impossibly hard beneath it.

Unfortunately, without something to focus on, your attention drifted to the conversation between Silco and Ziik. 

“I believe you will be pleased to hear about my most recent business expenditure,” Ziik revealed, sounding thoroughly satisfied with himself. “I have developed a new substance, highly addictive and powerful. It incites feelings of strength and anger in users and artificially augments their strength.”

“Why should I be pleased to hear about something I’ve already done?” Silco asked. “Or are you going to steal my idea entirely and tell me you’ve invented something called Shimmer?”

“It isn’t Shimmer, though they have similar effects,” Ziik reported. “It is far more addictive. I have reason to believe no one will ever voluntarily stop taking it. They only stop buying when they die from an overdose.”

“And you’ve tested this, have you?” Silco asked, voice bored once more.

“I have, in fact,” Ziik said smugly. “There’s a neighborhood in this city that has none of your Shimmer dealers in it… so I sent one of my own dealers in instead.”

As it turns out, when someone gasps with a cock in their mouth, they choke. Fortunately, said choking is quiet since it’s muffled by the cock in their mouth. You found all of that out by first-hand experience, your throat spasming around Silco’s cock as you abruptly became aware of the hand pressed against the back of your head holding you in place as you tried to breathe.

“What’s wrong?” Ziik asked.

“Indigestion,” Silco huffed out, squirming under the pleasure of your throat contracting around him. The grip of his hand loosened, allowing you to pull away and catch your breath. His fingers stroked gently over your head, petting you like one would a small, disgruntled pet. You were irritated at how calming you found the touch.

Silco straightened, carefully keeping his stomach against the edge of the desk so he wouldn’t accidentally flash his bare skin or hard, glistening cock at the chem baron. Despite that potential weakness, Silco’s voice was cold as he addressed Ziik once more. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t have you killed for selling your… concoction… without permission.”

“You gave me full permission to sell Wrath in our last meeting, I just hadn’t finalized the formula yet,” Ziik reminded him. “Why would you kill me for taking advantage of an area with no sales at all? I turned a dead zone into a potential district. I don’t know why you aren’t selling Shimmer there. It shows signs of being a lucrative area. Lots of ex-addicts just waiting for something new to give their lives purpose.”

“I know it is a lucrative area,” Silco told him frustratedly. “It was one of my top-performing districts for years. Did it ever occur to you that I had stopped selling Shimmer there for a reason?”

“You sacrificed profits?” Ziik asked, sounding shocked. You only vaguely wondered what he looked like, but you had formed a picture based solely on the sound of his voice and you didn’t really need anything else. “Why would you stop selling in an area that you know you could earn money from?”

“Oh, Ziik,” Silco sighed pityingly. “This may be difficult for you to understand, but I am wealthy enough to sacrifice short-term profits in exchange for long-term gain.”

“What do you gain?” 

“Knowledge.” It was a good answer, and Silco delivered it without a second thought. Your eyebrows shot up as you listened intently to the conversation. “Not that I owe you an explanation in any sense, but I use my most talented dealers in more challenging locations and test how far Shimmer addicts are willing to travel to access my product.”

A slight chill built at the base of your spine, threatening to run up your bones. Those were exactly the reasons you had given Silco months ago, the ones that had provided the basis of this deal. Did he remember them because his memory was better than you had believed or because he had been thinking about your reasons and had found them to be true?

“My sources say that there haven’t been Shimmer sales there in months…” Ziik said slowly.

“There haven’t,” Silco confirmed. “And look at the changes in the area. Over half of the residents have moved away in search of Shimmer and my dealers have increased sales in all of the surrounding neighborhoods. My profits have actually increased since cutting sales to that district, and I was able to reduce the number of dealers in my employ at the same time. As I’ve said: short-term loss and long-term gain. And I did not set up this scenario so that you can come in and undo all of my work by selling your Wrath.”

The pit of your stomach felt like a pit of ice. This deal had felt so promising, and you had thought you were making an important impact on the undercity. They had a neighborhood free of Shimmer, and it was thriving. But was it? Struggling to find work, living in cramped quarters, and relying on help from charitable organizations certainly didn’t meet most people’s definition of a good life. 

And the fact that Shimmer sales had increased across the rest of the undercity was concerning in the extreme. Had you really helped the people you were trying to help? Or had you just found a way to make Silco’s business even more profitable than it had been? It was unexpected and concerning to learn that he had been keeping closer track of the neighborhood than you had ever thought he would.

You felt sick.

“How much longer are you going to be… gathering information in that district?” Ziik asked, more than a little sarcasm in his tone.

Despite your discomfort, you listened intently for the answer to that question. This might tell you more about Silco’s plans for you. Was he intending for this to be a temporary deal or would it last as long as you were willing to make your payments to him? And would he let you go when it was time to cut ties, or were you like the addicts of Ziik’s Wrath? The only way out was through death.

“As long as it takes,” Silco replied firmly… enigmatically.

You bit back a growl. That was no answer at all.

“Keep your dealers out of my district before I decide to make an example of one of them,” Silco instructed, voice sharp. “Now get out before I change my mind and decide to have you executed for overstepping.”

Ziik’s retreating footsteps were fast and unaccompanied by speech. As he left, you stared blankly at Silco’s hard cock, pressed against his own stomach and nearly brushing the underside of the desk. You found the sight erotic despite yourself - you had brought him to such a state - but it was only a backdrop to your tumultuous thoughts. What did any of that mean? And would Silco react poorly to the idea that a meeting that shouldn’t have had any impact on you ended up being intimately connected to you and the Haven? 

As Silco’s chair pulled away from the desk, you squinted into the light that was filtering through the window behind him. It seemed that you were going to find out exactly what Silco thought about your presence here for that meeting… but not until you stood. At your current angle, the back of Silco’s chair was silhouetted against the light of the window, leaving him in full shadow other than the odd, muted glow of his orange eye. 

You stood unsteadily, the air of the office feeling fresh against the warm humidity that clung to your skin after being in an enclosed space with your own breath for such an extended period of time. After a moment of adjustment, you glanced at Silco, waiting for him to say something - anything.

He didn’t.

Silco was staring at his desk, seeming as lost in thought as you had been a few moments before. He should have looked ridiculous, you reflected. He was perfectly put together, his hair and nails meticulously neat while his clothes were perfectly arranged… except for the way the panels of his trousers had been peeled away from his hips, displaying his pale skin and slowly softening cock as if it was being framed by the red and gray material surrounding it.

“Silco?” you asked eventually. You spoke softly, trying not to shock or anger him. His hand was half-covering his mouth while he thought, and it was difficult for you to gauge his mood. Still, you couldn’t not speak. You needed to know what was happening - and, more importantly, what it meant for you and the Haven.

Silco’s eyes flashed to you, his natural eye easily as inhuman as that of his artificial one. His hand dropped from his mouth and a feeling of unease ran up your spine as you realized his jaw was clenching with apparent irritation. 

“Our deal was that I would remove Shimmer from the district around the Haven,” Silco reminded you, his voice hard and cutting. But you could hear an undercurrent of emotion behind the solidity, lurking like the winter currents under a lake’s icy crust. “I never promised I would keep other drugs away. I have not broken our deal.”

“I understand that,” you told him, mouth dry. You had never intended to hold him responsible for the actions of the other chem barons. Why would you have? You had never even known that he was their leader, even informally. 

“But it was implied that I would keep the neighborhood free of contamination,” he continued. “I didn’t manage that. It would seem that our deal for this month is only half-fulfilled on my end. I understand if you want to make a half payment this month. What you have done so far is enough to be considered fair.”

Of all the things you had expected Silco to say, that was not one of them. A chem baron with a sense of fairness was unusual - even if you wouldn’t go quite so far as to call it honor. If you wanted, he would consider your monthly debt paid like this. He hadn’t even come. Perhaps you could live with that. After all, you weren’t thrilled that drugs had come so close to the Haven. Any drug - Wrath, Shimmer… there was little difference, honestly. For all intents and purposes, Silco had failed to keep his end of the deal. 

But your own sense of fairness struggled to reconcile the idea. Last month, he had used his mouth on you and you had used your hand on him. That had already felt like a half-payment to you. Could you really leave things as they were and feel like you had done your part? 

No, as it turned out.

“I’ll make a full payment,” you said, throat tightening with the understanding of what you were giving up. “You upheld your end of the deal in good faith. I’ll do the same.”

To your surprise, Silco didn’t immediately accept that offer. Instead, his gaze locked on his own hand as he absently swiped his thumb back and forth over his fingernails. “I need you to be certain. After that meeting… that idiot… I will not be pleasant. This will be rough and fast. I cannot manage anything else, not today.”

“That’s fine,” you agreed, swallowing as Silco’s eyes locked with yours. Surely it was your imagination that they suddenly looked darker than you had ever seen them.

“Strip.”

You fumbled to obey the soft, steely order, the muscles of your core already clenching around nothing. When you had finished and were standing in front of him, you did your best to ease the fine tremble in your muscles. 

Silco looked over your bare form, eyes traveling down with an air of leisure. His hands stroked thoughtfully over his jaw, ending as he said, “Lean over the desk, legs apart.”

That was an order you followed, planting your feet shoulder-width apart and bracing your hands on the surface of Silco’s desk. You could hear him breathing behind you, feel his eyes on you.

“Farther.”

You waffled for a moment, unsure of whether he was talking about your feet or your posture, but quickly decided on the latter. You dropped down into a deeper lean, resting your elbows against the wooden surface where your hands had been a moment before.

“Mmm…” Silco trailed, making chills run over your spine. “Farther.”

You leaned as far over the desk as you could manage, planting the entirety of your torso against the coolness of the desk. You could feel your nipples tightening even further under the weight of your body. 

Silco didn’t say anything at all. You couldn’t even hear him anymore, but you didn’t dare to look back. It would have been difficult to, anyway, with your cheek pressed against the desk just as firmly as your torso was. You felt ridiculous, exposed. As far as you knew, he was still sitting in his chair, staring at your cunt as you bent to put yourself fully on display for him.

Surely it wasn’t normal to be this wet when Silco had barely touched you this session.

Every thought you had left your head as fingertips trailed lightly over your ass cheek and down the back of your thigh. You shuddered delicately even as your cunt clenched.

“So wet for me,” Silco mused. Your eyes closed automatically, listening to the change in his voice as he rose from the chair. There was a small sound of fluttering fabric and you clenched again, knowing that he was shedding his pants.

The next moment, you were struggling to breathe as Silco shoved his cock as deep inside of you as he could manage. His hands were clutching at your hips, pulling you onto him and holding you still for him at the same moment. There was a half-groan in his voice as he said, “So tight.”

When you could breathe again, you sucked in air in a moaning gasp that would have embarrassed you deeply if you were capable of thought on such a high level. Instead, you were lost in the intensity of your fullness.

Silco gripped your hips even tighter, somehow managing to cram another shade deeper into you as you squirmed helplessly under him. His palm cracked down over your ass cheek before he withdrew, slamming back into place a moment later as you clenched desperately around him.

He hadn’t been lying about the way this would go. Most of your mind had been hijacked by pleasure, engulfed in it, but the depths of your mind managed to remember that he had warned you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to regret your easy acceptance - this was overwhelming, but only in the best possible way. 

Silco fucked you relentlessly, responding to your cries with gutteral grunts and filthy praises that were only just audible over the smack of flesh and the noises of your wetness. When you couldn’t keep still for him, one large hand planted itself between your shoulder blades and pinned you to the desk as he picked up speed. 

When you came the first time, his pace didn’t slow. 

“Giving in already?” he asked mockingly. “Pace yourself, darling. We’re only just getting started.”

His hips continued moving between your thighs, thrusting his cock as deep as he could get as you tried your best to breathe through the intrusion. Every inhale was silent, but every exhale took on the sound of a grunt or a cry or a moan. You writhed for him, though you couldn’t move much with his hand pressing you into the desk.

That wasn’t entirely true, though - you were moving, just not of your own volition. The force of Silco’s cock in you was moving you slightly, pushing you up. Before long, more of your weight was on the surface of the desk, leaving you leaning heavily across it and fighting to keep your toes on the floor. Every time he slammed into you, planting himself down to the root, you lost more control over your tenuous contact with the floor of his office.

And that was how you came, legs splayed wide enough for Silco’s hips to fit between them, desperately trying to keep your feet on the floor like it would give you an anchor in the disorienting storm of sensation. The papers and items strewn across the surface of Silco’s desk caught at your nipples, grinding hard against them with every thrust. It wasn’t necessarily a pleasant sensation, but in the middle of such an intense session, it was enough to send you into a toe-curling orgasm.

You shattered silently under him, jaw dropped and eyes clamped closed as your focus shifted inward. Silco praised you roughly, slowing down for you until your cunt had stopped clamping around him.

And then he picked up his pace again.

It was overwhelming and ruinous, bringing tears to your eyes as you rode the edge between pleasure and overstimulation. Silco’s free hand hooked behind your knee, pulling it up until it rested on the edge of the desk beside you. The altered position opened you up even further for him, leaving him hammering directly at that magical place inside of you even as your clit was pressed against the edge of the desk. Your mouth fell open and you choked on the suffocating pleasure he was forcing on you. 

You felt that orgasm coming from much further away, as if it was frightened by the incredible sharpness of sensation emanating from his hardness in your core. It felt as though your body was in shock and needed a chance to process that before it could concentrate enough to fall apart. 

When you imploded around him yet again, it was nothing short of devastating. You clamped down around him so tightly that his rhythm stuttered for the first time. When he kept moving even despite the way you were surely collapsing around his cock, you could only let a strangled shriek escape through your lips. 

As you came down from that incredible high, your vision faded to white around the edges, Silco pulled himself from you and seized you around the waist. You barely caught yourself as he pushed you roughly to your knees in front of him. 

With his eyes wild and his glistening cock throbbing in your face, Silco demanded, “Finish what you started.”

You were dazed, but managed to understand what he wanted, taking his cock into your mouth. This was far beyond anything you had ever experienced, but the taste of your slick on his cock wasn’t as objectionable as you thought it would be. Your hesistation made you slow, however, and Silco wasn’t in the mood for ‘slow’. 

He sank those long-fingered hands into your hair, gripping your skull so that he could force his cock between your lips the same way he had done with your cunt. You gagged at the intrusion, but he held you in place as he spilled down your throat. You swallowed over and over until the surges of cum finally stopped.

Silco released your hair and fell backwards into his chair, ripping his cock free from your mouth once more as you gagged again, tears streaming from your eyes at the violence of everything that had happened in the last few minutes. You weren’t actually sure whether they were from the physical shocks or the emotional ones.

The tears stopped soon, though. They were more of a reaction to gagging that many times than any real distress, and now you were left staring up at Silco as his breathing slowly evened out. 

“That… was precisely what I needed,” Silco said eventually, something like a smile crossing his face. It was faint and faded quickly, but it had undeniably been there. 

He reached down a moment later, motioning for your hand so he could help you stand. When you were upright, knees trembling, he leaned down to retrieve your articles of clothing. He helped you into them one at a time until you were fully dressed. He fastened his own pants and stood, guiding you carefully toward the door.

Your throat ached - whether from the screaming or the intrusion of his cock, you weren’t sure - and you stayed silent, but Silco was apparently feeling verbose. For the second time, he broke the silence of his office. 

“You continue to impress, my little philanthropist,” he told you, and you had to look away from the look on his face. It was almost… warmth. “This deal has consistently been a good one. I look forward to our meeting next month.”

“Do…” you cut yourself off to clear your throat. “Do I need to be here at a certain time?”

“No, no meetings next time,” Silco said with a small chuckle. “Just set aside some time. I would like to try something new for our next session.”

“Something new?” you asked, frowning suspiciously at him. 

“New,” Silco confirmed without further explanation. “Thirty days.”

And then the door closed behind you, leaving you in the stairwell wondering what the hell had just happened.

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Author's Note - Word count may be slightly inaccurate since I was doing some heavy edits as I read through this chapter. If you catch anything that doesn't make sense or places where I repeated something, please let me know so I can fix it!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, (mentioned) - Relationship, Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Mentioned Gabriel Additional Tags: Destiel - Freeform, mentioned sabriel, Masturbation, Pining, Fluff and Smut, gratituous use of screenshots, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam is being a little shit about it, One Shot Series: Part 2 of Late-night Discord plot-bunnies Summary:

Finding Sam face down at his laptop sends Dean spinning into self-discovery, quite litterally. Cas thinks Dean is in trouble, and darts to the rescue. Boy, is he in for a surprise.

Meanwhile Sam, (to quote Marie from the 200th episode: “(my) sweet, brave, selfless Sam) had knowingly let the info open for Dean to see.

#week 205 #creator: hectatess #hectatess #fanfic #sabriel #destiel #rating: nc17