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fairytail-whathesays · 5 months

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If they were in modern times, which guys do you think would have an Only Fans?

I had to think about this for an entire shift at work so I apologize but you're getting way more than you bargained for with this ask. 'Cause it exploded into a whole AU of its own. I was sharply reminded of gaysquaredwrites' Fairy Tail Gr!ndr post while I was thinking of it and it made me laugh a lot.

Also I know you said 'guys' but we're including the ladies because I could never neglect my sapphic audience.

Just as a reminder, sǣx work (spelling it that way to avoid Tumblr sniping me) is valid work, and to treat sǣx workers with respect or die by my blade.

In order of amount of subscribers, from least to greatest:

Milliana (😺) [365 subscribers]

Milliana has an OnlyFans account where people allegedly pay to see her interact with her seven cats. She is a cat-owner and cat lover, and regularly makes content doing daily household things while interacting with her cats. She genuinely has zero idea most of her subscribers are less interested in her pets than her body. It's not even like she walks around scantily clad, she's just very pretty and easily attracts attention. She hopes to use the money she saves up to open a cat cafe sometime in the next few years.

Bacchus Groh (♂️♂️♀️) [708 subscribers]

Bacchus owns an erotic channel where he uploads homemade sǣxual encounters. Almost all of them are with men, though there's a few with women, and he has a drunken frat boy image that's...basically his normal self. His content's actually really popular and has made the rounds being re-uploaded on various adult sites, but the reason he doesn't have more subscribers is that he almost never posts. There's no reason for it, he's just lazy and dislikes going through the video editing process, especially if the OF website or corporate is being annoying.

Cana Alberona (🃏) [1,543 subscribers]

Cana has an OF where she does indeed upload sǣxual content, though it's strictly solo. It's not that she has anything against collaborative content, and she knows it would bring her more money, but she holds back out of apprehension about what might happen if her dad found her channel. Not that she stays abstinent, as she doesn't particularly care what Gildarts thinks, but there's still that lingering part of the back of her brain that doesn't want to be 'that girl' who disappoints her daddy for life, so she's never uploaded anything with a partner.

Besides her solo erotic content, she also does a variety of other content, including tarot readings you can request for a tip.

Lucy Heartfilia (♂️♀️) [5,897 subscribers]

Lucy has a very successful channel that she co-runs with her husband, Loke, collaborating with both men and women. They're good friends with Natsu and Gray (another couple involved in the OF scene), and have collaborated with Gray before. You might think Loke would have an issue with sǣxual occurrences between his wife and other men (and women); he doesn't. In fact, he's her cameraman and director. There's nothing weird about it, their relationship is just that healthy, and Lucy's fans online frequently talk positively about Loke and hype up their relationship. And yes, he and his wife have filmed content of their own.

Lucy's OF is actually a big enough production that it encompasses other content creators, such as their housemaid who goes by Virgo (who was able to launch her own channel thanks to the attention she got from Lucy's), who film most of their collaborative content exclusively with them.

Gray Fullbuster (♂️♂️) [6,244 OF subscribers] & Natsu Dragneel (🎮) [12,891 Twitch subscribers]

Gray and Natsu are another couple, married to one another, in the OF scene. However, it's only Gray who does the OF stuff--Natsu is actually a really popular Twitch streamer who plays video games for audiences.

Both of them are pretty open about what their husband does for a living and Natsu actively enjoys the content Gray makes with other men. Which is a good thing, 'cause that ain't no 'habit' in this verse, Gray's just an exhibitionist. With both of them being relatively successful independent of one another, they're able to funnel fans from both sides of their content to the other and boost their own numbers. Their partnership, like Lucy's and Loke's, has inspired a beloved fandom, although theirs comes with abundant memes about "why he ___ in me and then start playing LoL", etc.

For a while, Natsu's Twitch channel got shut down bc of how candidly he talked on-cam about his husband doing sǣx work, which was deemed inappropriate (read: a threat to advertisers) by Twitch. The calamitous uproar that immediately ensued caused a very swift reversal of this decision and an apology for errors made.

??? & Rogue Cheney (♂️♂️⛓️) [8,088 subscribers]

Gajeel Redfox is not a name publicly known, and in fact the OF channel he appears on mostly features his boyfriend/life partner/subm*ssive/eromenos Rogue Cheney.

These two are another OF couple, and the reason they don't have more presence online is because rather than being current up-and-comings, they're some of the veterans on the platform, having spent the longest amount of time f/cking their way to success. They upload less frequently compared to their contemporaries, and aren't as active on social media, but their paying fanbase is one of the most loyal out there.

The channel is technically Rogue's, and most of the content is him doing solo stuff with a hardcore BD/SM bent. Much more rare are appearances by his unnamed dom (Gajeel), only ever shown from the neck down, who does very dom/sub stuff to him with a very professional practiced air and is very, very rough and aggressive during sǣx--but oh-so-gentle during aftercare. Rogue is very aware that a lot of his subscribers are only there for the peeks at Gajeel, but he doesn't mind--they're united in bottom thirst that way. Rogue is very popular on his own, mind, with quite a bit of his content seeing the occasional re-upload, but Gajeel being the rare gem that pops up on occasion means he can charge PPV prices and get more returns on the more intense (and lucrative) content.

Bixxxlow (♂️♀️☿️ ⚧️) [+12k OF subscribers, +700k subscribers across all platforms]

Bickslow does everything. He's not just an OF creator--though he is successful at that, rest assured--he's gone viral on TikTok multiple times, and uploads everything from gaming to cosplay to clickbait content.

He can thank his business partner Freed Justine for most of this, as Freed is an expert marketing engineer and has made the algorithm his bitch. Thanks to this, he stays busy, and nearly his whole day, every day is spent filming content of some kind.

Bickslow's popularity on OF is not quite as viral but it is definitely consistent--he has socials with upwards of 120k subscribers, and in light of that, having over twelve thousand people paying to see him in wild three/somes is pretty cool, and he has absolutely no qualms talking about sǣx work openly. His OF is relatively expensive--he can charge higher since he's so popular--but it goes on sale very very frequently. It helps that he's a huge exhibitionist, and k/nky as all hell, making the lǣwdest of content as easily as he breathes. That long tongue and his willingness to use it for fǣtish content has proven to be hugely lucrative.

Out of all the creators listed here, Bickslow is by far the most fǣtish-friendly and willingess to try things for custom PPV requests, and he's also very prolific with collaborations--he's collabed with every other creator on this list (save Cana and Milliana) anywhere from once to every few weeks or months.

Because he does a lot of content with transgender individuals, some idiot twitter user once posted about him "fǣtishizing" them. Bickslow responded by lifting his shirt and showing his top surgery scars (and then advertising the bottom half exclusively for paying subscribers).

Mirajane Strauss (♀️♀️♂️) [+80,000 subscribers]

Ah, the Queen herself.

Mirajane has always been a huge hit among the adult content industry, flat-out being one of the most successful sǣx workers on the platform, especially given she was never signed to an agency either in the legitimate film industry or the p/rn industry. Many websites among the latter that have seen how much money she rakes in have tried to offer her contracts, but she's never accepted.

She does both fashion modeling and adult content work, and does the latter both solo and collaboratively--frequently with women, but also with men, too. Her sweet demeanor is incredibly attractive to the point of her basically having her own fandom--she even has a name for them, the "Mir-rors".

Although she primarily does sǣxual content, Mirajane also does other things for her channel like cooking and especially singing. She actually wanted to be a singer as a career, and had some mild success early on with covers posted on YouTube, but her first foray into OnlyFans blew her waaaaaaay up and completely overshadowed any other aspirations of hers. She does still regret that she can't do singing for her main job, as the stigma of sǣx work keeps music agencies from being willing to pick her up, but she's made peace with having it as her kind of side gig.

Her entire channel is one-sub only, with no PPV content, and she regularly donates tips and other excess earnings to charity.

Sting Eucliffe (♂️♂️♀️) [+100k subscribers] 👑

The enigma.

Sting Eucliffe took the world by storm some couple years ago, and he's the most successful OnlyFans account on this list by far. Possessing a charm that crosses somewhere between boyishly cute and bright and dangerously bad boy, Sting's just...got it. He's got that body and that smile and those eyes and that charisma that makes you come back for more (with money). Like with Mirajane, numerous p/rn studios have approached him, but all have been turned down.

Identifying as bisexual, his content's mostly with other men with some women thrown in. He's technically a solo act, but collaborates very frequently, having zero trouble landing basically anyone he wants in bed and being well-connected to several other acts on this list. Although he's not as wild and k/nky as Bixlow or intense as Gajeel and Rogue, he's still relatively fǣtish-friendly and loves doing custom PPV requests.

Sting does basically everything--fǣtish content, nǣked music covers, nΩde cooking, risky public maneuvers, basketball games all sweaty and shirtless, paid voice calls and facetimes, and boyfriend roleplay, too. His merch line is incredibly successful and he regularly shows off stuff his fans have gotten him from his wishlist. Everyone who knows him or has collaborated with him calls him one of the friendliest and most fun partners they could have had. Part of the reason his content is so attractive to viewers is that there's a lot of smiling and laughing, he's a very fun guy in general.

Not only has he collaborated with Bacchus, Lucy, Loke, Gray, Natsu, Bickslow, and Mirajane at different points, but his collab with Rogue outright happened because Gajeel contacted him and said Sting was his boyfriend's favorite OF creator after himself. So successful is Sting that, like Virgo with Lucy, he has a few other sǣxual content creators that have collabed exclusively with him:

Larcade, real name Rakheid, whose face had to be hidden as his day job is as a priest. The PPV he recorded with Sting was one of the hΩrniest, most depraved hours he'd ever been awake for, and one of the most successful content Sting ever made. They promised that if it was successful enough (it was) and if Larcade ever needed spare change, Sting would f/ck him in the church after hours.

Orga Nanagear, a professional bodybuilder whose OF was, up to that point, basically just working out. It was unexpected for everyone who watched it, but the video of Orga f/cking Sting damn near braindead for over an hour and in several different positions went as close to viral as OF content can be, bringing in an absolutely massive amount of money from thirsty gays. Orga had requested his face be hidden, despite the fact that his tattoos are so distinctive that basically everyone knew who it was.

Laxus Dreyar, whose face and name were also hidden but for much better reasons as he has a well-connected job as a weatherman for a big channel, and while his tattoos wouldn't connect him to anyone who'd seen him on television, if anyone saw his face it'd immediately expose him and get him fired. Laxus' collaboration with Sting made them both rich, it got a huge amount of returns when the PPV went out. They've only ever collabed once, but every thirsty idiot subbed to Sting has been praying for another hook-up between them since they saw the first one.

Despite how successful he is as a creator, Sting is very secretive. "Sting Eucliffe" is a stage name, of course, but nobody knows that his real name is Weiss Logan, except himself.

And there you have it! Welcome to the ns/fw au that will now consume you (hopefully, 'cause if this post gets like 3 notes i'll feel really awkward).

#natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #lucy heartfilia #laxus dreyar #gajeel redfox #sting eucliffe #headcanons #spicy content #nc17

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somedaylazysomeday · 1 year

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Dexterity - Part Three

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

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

Word Count: 3,600

Warnings: Warnings for self-doubt, intense conversations, a heavy makeout session, fingering, unprotected piv sex.

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When you were safely inside your shared quarters, Thorin carefully asked, “Would you like something to eat?”

“Absolutely,” you confirmed, though your stomach was tight with nerves. “I'll change out of these robes.”

You were still wearing your royal finery, thick robes that protected against Erebor’s perpetual chill without being too confining, but they were still too formal for an intimate dinner, no matter how comfortable you were wearing them.

It didn’t take long for you to dress in more casual clothing and return to the dining area of your quarters. When you got there, you found that Thorin had placed his chair in its typical place beside yours instead of keeping the customary arrangement that would leave you on opposite ends of the long table. You both wanted the closeness, and that made you feel better.

Thorin was standing uncomfortably beside your chair, and he held it in place as you sat. When he took his own seat, you both loaded your plates in silence. That silence stretched until your plates were noticeably emptier.

“Are you upset with me?” Thorin asked gravely.

“No, of course not!” you assured him. “Are you upset with me?”

“On the contrary,” he told you, a hint of a smile playing around his mouth. “I have not seen Dwalin so discomfited in almost two hundred years. I should thank you for keeping him on guard.”

You laughed at that, and felt the tension in the room lower another few degrees.

“If you are not upset, why did you run from me?” Thorin’s voice was soft but sincere as he asked the question.

You sighed, scrubbing at your forehead. “I wasn’t running from you, Thorin. I was just… momentarily overwhelmed.”

“By Thranduil?” His face darkened. “He must be here for the trade negotiations to proceed, but he will leave the moment they have concluded. If necessary, I can complete the remainder of them myself. You need never be in his presence again.”

Judging from the conciliatory tone of his voice and the way his fingers caressed the back of your hand, Thorin believed all your problems were solved. You flipped your hand over beneath his, lacing your fingers together. With a fortifying breath, you said, “Thorin, you were talking about children earlier with Thranduil.”

Thorin froze. Carefully, he said, “Yes, I mentioned them. I believe we have discussed that we would like to start a family someday.”

You nodded, the motion jerking and uncomfortable. “Is there a timeline I’m not aware of?”

He shook his head, the gentle waves of his still-drying hair brushing the fabric of his tunic. “None at all. Why do you ask?”

“I-” you started, then paused, settling back in your chair as you tried to find the right words. “Being queen is more difficult than I had imagined. I constantly worry that I am forgetting something important, or missing a tradition I hadn’t considered.”

“You have done well,” Thorin objected, watching you with a proud half-smile on his lips. “I could not have hoped for a better queen to rule by my side.”

“I appreciate that,” you told him honestly, “but I think you forget that I am an outsider in your culture. I am human, no matter how I’ve come to appreciate dwarves... Well, one dwarf in particular.”

Your joke made Thorin’s smile reappear, but his eyes were solemn and earnest as he told you, “I know you are a stranger to some of our ways, but do you truly believe that I would not tell you if you were making a misstep? Besides, I happen to believe that your ignorance of our traditions allots you a valuable perspective. The freedom to question the things we take for granted is one I hope you never lose, and something I hope you will pass along to our children someday.”

When he phrased it that way, all you could do was nod and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. “So… So you are not bothered that we have been married nearly a full year and have no children?”

“Not in the slightest,” he said firmly. You relaxed, but your tension returned quickly when he fixed you with a stern look. “I am bothered that you believed you would disappoint me if you brought this matter to my attention. My love, you can speak to me about anything and everything. I want you to do so.”

“I know, Thorin,” you agreed. “However, this situation seemed like it could be painful to discuss. The last thing I want to do is cause you hurt.”

“You are my wife,” Thorin emphasized. “Painful conversations hold a place of equal importance with joyful ones or those that bring sadness. In marrying you, I agreed that I would take part in everything you experience. I want to discuss things that make us happy or sad or hurt. Especially when they are topics which concern our shared life.”

“I understand, Thorin, and I’m sorry.” Making eye contact with your husband was difficult then. You were feeling particularly humbled by the reminder of how deeply he loved you. He was a fine husband, loving and patient. Those very traits were why you had fallen for him at first, and why you agreed to something so serious as marriage. “Thank you.”

“Do not thank me,” he refused instantly, wearing a deep frown. “It is wholly unnecessary.”

“I disagree,” you countered, rising from your chair and stepping over to his instead. It was only when you perched in his lap that the concern on Thorin’s face smoothed into an expression of interest. “Though perhaps I could find more… tactile ways of showing my appreciation.”

Thorin let out a noise that sounded remarkably like a growl, steadying you with the firm hold of his hands around your waist. That little growl turned to a groan as you drew him in for a kiss.

He would never grow accustomed to your softness.

Dwarves and humans were - simply put - built differently, in both form and temperament. Dwarves were strong beyond what their compact physiques would indicate. Their bodies were covered with a layer of fat to protect the muscles necessary to hold that strength, then topped with a generous dusting of hair besides.

There were infinite variations among the bodies of dwarves, but there was no disagreement that they were not the same as humans.

Humans seemed gangly to dwarves, most of them too tall for comfort. Their long, thin limbs could only hold so much strength. The layer of fat was not present in all of them, and their hair was much more sparse on their bodies. There was more variation among humans, but many lacked the engineering brilliance and cleverness of nimble fingers found in dwarves. In short, humans were generally seen as people who were unfortunate in that they were so close in form to dwarves without quite managing to achieve dwarfdom.

(Humans were, of course, seen as vastly superior to the elves, who were - for various reasons - seen as irredeemably different.)

As a young dwarf, Thorin never would have considered the possibility of binding himself eternally to a human. Cultural differences were one concern, especially after he had been forced to live among humans for as long as he had. Admittedly, though, the physical differences between the species were something he would have thought impossible to overlook.

Yet, as his hands traveled over your body, he could find no flaw in you. Your skin was the perfect texture under the roughness of his fingertips, your limbs the perfect length. The plushness of a cushioning layer beneath your skin was utterly bewitching and you were strong enough to hold him close, which was the only strength Thorin cared about at the moment.

And as for the cleverness of your fingers… If they were any more skilled, Thorin feared he would allow Erebor to fall to ruin before he could be convinced to leave your bedchambers.

Your lips were parted against his, brushing rhythmically as the wet fire of your tongue explored his mouth.

As the king of Erebor, there were few moments in which Thorin was not rushing about, trying to bring order to a people who were attempting to rebuild one of their oldest societies. This was one such moment. He was at peace. If this could stretch out into infinity, Thorin would be a happy king.

Unfortunately, the pleasurable activities were drawing needs to the surface. Soon, Thorin found himself uncomfortably hard, the sensitive length of him pressed against the heat of your thigh. The strength it was taking not to rut against you was growing so great that it threatened to outweigh the drunkenness brought on by your kiss.

With a reluctant groan, Thorin broke away from your lips. You blinked at him, hair mussed and mouth shining. That alone almost made Thorin toss his scruples into the fireplace and continue as you had been. But that would be unfair to you, and he was determined to remind you that he was a trustworthy partner.

“I am sorry,” he said, stifling a wince at how gruff his voice sounded. “We must stop if we do not wish to end up in an uncomfortable position.”

You gave a mischievous smile, wiggling your hips in a way that nearly succeeded in making him gasp. “It feels as though one of us is already in an uncomfortable position. Do you not wish to continue this? Or perhaps move to a more convenient location?”

“I-” It was not often Thorin was robbed of words, but this was one such event. “I believed, given the topic of our conversation this evening, that you would not wish to lay together.”

You paused. “I do not wish to try for children tonight, but that doesn’t mean we cannot be together. We have managed exactly that for the past year with no consequences.”

“I would not want you to feel as though I am attempting to trick you into bed-” Thorin started, though he was interrupted by a loud laugh from you.

“Historically, I have been the more likely one to trick the other into bed,” you pointed out, smiling once more. “If you are not interested, though, I will not insist. The offer still- oh!”

This time, Thorin interrupted you, scooping you into his arms and taking purposeful strides toward your bedchamber. You squealed with laughter - a sound he hoped to tease from you for a different reason shortly - and chided him, insisting that you were too heavy to be carried. Thorin shook his head and smiled. You were forever underestimating the strength of dwarves.

When he deposited you, it was gently and slowly enough to show off that his strength allowed him to do so. Thorin was bare in only moments - a direct benefit of wearing comfortable clothing. You had half-removed your own comfortable clothing by that point, but Thorin stripped everything else before you could finish the task. He was feeling suddenly impatient.

You were giggling at his eagerness when he kissed you once more, then gave a low moan as he buried his hand between your thighs.

This was another sensation Thorin would never grow weary of. You were soft under his fingertips here as well, but also impossibly slick and hot. After a year of marriage - and some secret time before that - of sharing your bed, Thorin could play you to a fervor with ease.

His fingers pressed deep into your channel, plunging the honey from your depths as well as stretching your tightness to better accommodate him later. At the same time, his thumb drew circles around the bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. You had assured him that the stretch of his fingers in you was pleasant, but could also be a bit uncomfortable. He had made a point of easing that discomfort every time since.

When he could hear the sounds of his own fingers in your wetness - the sweetest music to ever grace his ears - Thorin began to speed up his motions. He mimicked the thrusts and pulls he would deliver later, tightening the circles he made around your clit until you made a noise that sounded almost like a plea with every stroke.

Lost as he was in the rush of bringing you to the edge, Thorin stopped instantly when your hand fell to his wrist. He opened his eyes, breaking your shared kiss.

“Thorin, please,” you said, a wrinkle between your brows. “I need you.”

“And you shall have me,” he decreed, flexing his fingers inside of you and delighting in the way you trembled at the simple motion. “I want to bring you pleasure first.”

“I would rather move on to something that brings us both pleasure.”

Thorin had opened his mouth to protest that this was bringing him pleasure. That was the only reason your simple touch against his throbbing length caused him to release a noise filled with such desperation.

You pulled his hand from you with a wet noise and a sensitive shudder, navigating him to lay on the bed in his typical place. The furs of your shared blankets teased silky coolness over his back and buttocks, though they were nothing compared to the thrill of your skin brushing his as you straddled his thighs.

When your eyes shifted from his face to the hardness of his cock straining between you, Thorin knew what you were thinking. You shifted as if to move downward, confirming his suspicions, but he did not allow you to move. With his hands wrapped around your upper arms, he shook his head. “You wanted something that would bring both of us pleasure, yes?”

You pouted. “This does bring me pleasure.”

The way you repeated his earlier thought almost exactly made Thorin bite back a laugh. Instead, he arched a brow at you. “You are close to dripping on my leg, my treasure. I believe we have run short of time for exploration.”

“Fine,” you agreed with a sigh.

When he felt you move upward once more, Thorin released you, but he was not prepared for the swiftness of your movements. In the instant after his hands fell to his sides, you had risen to your knees, angled his cock into the correct position, and sank down onto the hard length.

Thorin’s head fell back as he gasped, hips reflexively curling upward to push deeper into you. It felt like his cock was engulfed in hot silk, made even more tantalizing by the way you were so wet for him. That single stroke had pushed him so far into your depths that you were nearly sitting astride him already.

The single remaining thought in Thorin’s mind was a musing on whether this felt as overwhelming to you as it did to him. Part of him did not believe it was possible, but another part dearly hoped that it did. How could he live knowing that you brought him such pleasure, but he could not do the same in return?

Of course, this was a single, fleeting thought, drowning in a pool of demands for him to move.

You were still balanced on your knees, planted on either side of Thorin’s hips, but you were hunched forward slightly. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you breathed through parted lips. Your fingers - splayed in their position braced on his chest - were trembling. Thorin found himself concerned.

“My love?” he gritted out, voice painfully rough. “Are you well?”

“Yes, I- certainly am,” you said between breaths. “I shall never become accustomed to how you feel this way. It is as though you are planted so deep I will feel you always.”

Thorin’s cock twitched - no mean feat, locked as it was inside of your tightness. It was the sense of pride he felt at that, the joy of thinking he would be with you always since you were so deeply implanted in him in return.

You must have felt Thorin’s response, for you smiled at him. “I agree.”

With that, you lifted yourself up from him only to sink back down just before the tip of him left your folds. Thorin wanted to keep his gaze downward, entranced by the sight of himself plunging into and withdrawing from you, but the sight could not compare to that of your face.

You were watching him as you moved, your eyes dancing with passion and pleasure, all lit by the glow of love. It was a bewitching sight, and Thorin felt himself already growing close to his end.

“Why are you frowning so fiercely, my love?” you asked.

Thorin was taken aback slightly. Was he frowning? This was close to being another perfect moment. The only problem was… “You are too far away.”

You laughed as he pulled you down until your chest was pressed against his. That laughter tightened you even further around him and Thorin fought the instinct that was urging him to thrust inside of you. Instead, your legs locked behind his back as he rolled you, pausing only when he was on top.

How he found the strength to leave the overwhelming heat of you, he would never know. It must have been some instinct that told him you would feel all the more incredible after being parted for the second it took to withdraw and thrust into you once more.

He would not last much longer, Thorin knew. And since he refused to take his pleasure without you, he needed to push you toward your orgasm.

Thorin bent his head downward until he could reach your chest, aided by the way your back arched with his thrusts. The rasp of his beard over the sensitive skin beneath your breasts made you shiver, and your nipple was stiff when he took it into his mouth, giving the small nubbin a hard suck.

You were rather sensitive here and normally liked to work up to intense play, but Thorin had noted that you tended to become distracted in the middle of sex, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensation being pushed upon you. When he was trying to hurry you toward your end, unexpected roughness could be the only thing that broke through the fogginess of pleasure.

A sharp noise escaped your lips when he sucked again, caught somewhere between a gasp and a cry. There was a moment of tension… then you seized around him.

If Thorin had thought your channel was tight around him earlier, it was nothing compared to this. Your body clamped down around him, inner muscles rippling as if you were trying to milk him of his seed.

And he was only too glad to oblige.

Thorin pulled himself from you with a curse, spilling over your stomach in a series of pulses that felt like they drew everything from his toes up. The pleasure was vivid, nearly robbing him of sight in the process - though with the image of you writhing with pleasure already burned into his mind, he did not mind it so much.

When he finally returned to his senses, Thorin retrieved one of several soft cloths and cleaned his seed from you. He kept a store of such cloths in the bedside table for exactly that purpose.

You embraced him eagerly when he collapsed ungracefully to the bed once more, curling around him so that he was awash in your heat and the intoxicating scent of your skin. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, trailing his fingers lazily up and down the smooth curve of your upper arm.

“That was… delicious,” you purred.

If he had been anything less than fully emptied, the sound of that tone in your voice would have sent Thorin straight back to hardness. Instead, he only gave a small, self-satisfied smile. “If we are not to begin a family yet, we must be careful not to fall out of practice.”

You stilled beneath his hand. “And you’re certain you accept that? The waiting?”

The worry in your voice made Thorin’s contentment dip. He lifted his head to look at you, finding that the worry was equally evident on your face. “My treasure, I love you.”

You frowned, your brow crinkling with the expression. “That isn’t an answer, Thorin.”

“It is,” he countered even as you closed your eyes, still frowning. “I love you, not the idea of a future family. I would like to have children someday, but if that does not happen - for any reason - I would be equally as content with the family I already have. Fili is well prepared to be king and Kili has adapted to the role of a prince. I want for nothing, my love.”

When you opened your eyes, Thorin was alarmed to see that they sparkled with tears. “What is-?”

For the second time that evening, you interrupted him… this time, with a kiss. When you pulled away, you were smiling, your brow smoothed and your eyes gleaming with the lightness of worry abated. “I love you, too, Thorin. More than you will ever know.”

Thorin gave a disbelieving grumble. “Rather how I feel about you. In fact, you might be hard-pressed to convince me to share you with anyone else for at least another year.”

You laughed again, and this time, he joined you.

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Author's Note - These two are so soft! As far as I can remember, this is the first time I've written a spicy scene from a male POV. If there are glaring inaccuracies or you just want to give me some feedback, I would appreciate it!

I don't offer a taglist for explicit fics, but you can find other works (Fanfic February 2023 or others) on my masterlist.

#fanfic february 2023 #fanfic february #fanficfebruary #the hobbit #the hobbit thorin #thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x fem!reader #thorin x reader #thorin x you #nc 17 #nc17 #smut #smut fanfiction #reader insert #reader insert fic #reader insert smut #minors dni #not suitable for minors

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luz1f4r · 1 year

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Noco in Seven Minutes in a nutshell

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#noco total drama #td cody #noco #td noco #the best Noco fic out there tbh #i love it #nc17

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cons11 · 2 years

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[Top Gun/Icemav] Save Blahaj🦈

Maverick is obsessed with his new shark Blahaj. (*Ice really looks like a shark to a certain extent, and Mav looks like a DANGEROUS cat. )

#icemav #iceman #maverick #top gun #fanart #tom kazansky x pete mitchell #iceman x maverick #Poor Blahaj #nc17

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alltimefanfiction · 4 months

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Jack and Alex have been best friends for as long as they can remember, and that's as long as Alex has loved Jack. When Jack steps completely out of character and gets married to a woman named Caitlin, Alex has to try desperately to move on. That's how he meets Beau, a seemingly perfect distraction. Beau is far from perfect, and that may cost Alex his life. But in the long run...does Alex really care? And more importantly, does Jack?

extra tags: unrequited love, abuse, alcohol, sad,

#alex gaskarth #jack barakat #nc17 #chaptered #slash

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tomfordslepthereoncemore · 3 months

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#Words #TomFordSleptHereOnceMore #Tom Ford Slept Here Once More #2024 #NC17

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utatsonjen · 1 year

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Эм. Раз появились метки 18+, то это напрямую значит, что 18+ постить можно, верно?~ Тот самый случай, когда форма Цинфана была опорочена.

#artists on tumblr #bl novel #mxtx #svsss #digital art #лю цингэ #digital illustration #liu qingge #sketch #chinese novel #mu qingfang #liufang #nc17 #scumbag self saving system #му цинфан #люфаны #модерн ау #modern au

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 2 years

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This may seem an odd request, can you (or anyone else out there) recommend a really tender or loving, or even just fun sex scene from any klaine fic. I’m trying to get it some idea how to write a loving scene without it just being smut!!

Sorry that it has taken me a while to get back to you. I asked a few people in fandom to help me with the response. Everyone (including me) felt that @gleefulpoppet does a wonderful job writing smut scenes that have a great balance of hotness, love, and fluff. The author is excellent at using tags to indicate the level of smut. I’m listing one here to get you started.

I also suggest you browse our First Time tag. Many of the fics have loving smut scenes. Readers, can you put your recommendations as a reply to this post? - HKVoyage

Blackbird Body Art by @gleefulpoppet

AU. Kurt owns one of the most sought after body art shops in all of New York. Blaine is celebrating a fresh start and wants to mark the occasion in ink. After two months of waiting for an opening and weeks of searching for the perfect design, he has an appointment at 11 AM. The only problem? New York is having what is being hailed as “The Great Deluge,” it hasn’t rained this much in recorded history.

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Crema Verse by twobirdsonesong

Kurt’s just landed a job at Vogue as Carrie Bradshaw’s assistant. One of his tasks is to bring her coffee in the morning. Enter Blaine, the barista. This is the story of how they change each other’s lives.

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Syrup and Honey by @heartsmadeofbooks

Kurt Hummel is 25 years old when he finds himself being the owner of the bakery he had been dreaming about his whole life, just in time to sweeten up Blaine Anderson's days.

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Near Misses by flaming_muse

Kurt and Blaine could easily not have met on a staircase in high school. They could have met a few years later in college instead.

This story is AU from within 2x06 ("Never Been Kissed"), with many of the broad strokes of canon remaining except where I thought they would be different because of the AU or other factors. Near Misses itself takes place in Blaine's first year of college, starting about a year from now. There are some spoilers through 3x22 (“Goodbye”).

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When The Time Is Right by lostinfictionalworlds

Kurt is 25, successful, handsome and sought after by all, but still looking for more, Bar Owner Blaine 10 years his senior is on the exact same journey of looking for love and life. A/U Rated M for use of swearing, sexual references and scenes of a heavy sexual nature. Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Oneshots now on-going for this verse, posted as separated stories but tagged.

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Summary: “We both had our chances to fuck this up. It seems we’ve fucked up fucking this up.” Author: exhoechanbaek Side Pairing: Sekai Lenght: Chaptered Status: Complete Genre: Childhood friends to lovers, Coming of age, First love, Summer love, Angst with a happy ending Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Homophobia, Violence, Underage sex/drugs usage/drinking

Submitted by: Anonymous Why You Submitted: This is the best fic I have read in YEARS. My favorite from bae this year too. It’s so fucking good, don’t let the tags scare you. Trust me and dive right into it. The summary doesn’t tell you much but TRUST ME it’s so good I literally lost my mind reading it. It’s an absolute masterpiece.

#thanks for submitting!#submission #ao3 #sekai #childhood friends #coming of age #angst #nc17 #homophobia #violence

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baekyeol-fics · 10 months

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Title: Evermore

Author: chenissaura

Length: longfic

Status: complete

Rating: NC17

Genre: hunger games au, long distance relationship, star crossed lovers, enemies to lovers, action / adventure, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, dystopian, minor character death, graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Byun Baekhyun, the male victor from District 4, has a secret.

For years he has communicated in secret with Park Chanyeol, the male victor from District 2, through letters. As the years passed he witnessed what was a simple friendship between two survivors of the Hunger Games turning into something he still couldn't name. At the same time, as he struggles to discover his own feelings, the Capitol plans that the 75th Hunger Games will be with the victors of previous editions, as part of the celebration of the Quarter Quell. As the ghost of revolution haunts the 12 districts of Panem, scaring the Capitol, Baekhyun is haunted by the depth of his feelings.

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Notes: this is one of my favorite chanbaek fics ever... the way that the hunger games au is written is so thoroughly detailed and the love between chanyeol and baekhyun is so soft and real... the way that they do anything to protect each other reflects the feelings I had for katniss and peeta when I first read the hunger games. i definitely recommend!! - admin shiba

#chanbaek #baekyeol #fic #admin shiba #hunger games #long distance relationship #star crossed lovers #enemies to lovers #action #adventure #hurt comfort #mutual pining #dystopian au #baeconandeggs #longfic #ao3 #nc17 #completed

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katrinawritesthings · 1 year

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Jonghyun/Taemin ; hoohoohoo ; NC-17

Locker room blowie... :3c

Jonghyun is feeling a lot of powerful emotions right now, on his knees in the locker room with Taemin’s cock halfway down his throat, and he's pretty sure that what he should be feeling the most is panic or guilt, but instead, most of his entire being is occupied by being just incredibly incredibly horny.

He can hear the rest of his football team bustling around two rows over, gearing up and heading out for practice; he can also hear Taemin’s low, husky voice murmuring soft praises and words of filth down to him.

“So pretty, sweet little mouth, taking me so well, so deep, feels so good, baby boy, perfect boy, swallow my cock, fuck,” Taemin is whispering. Jonghyun’s helmet is on the bench behind Taemin, next to the eye black pen. Jonghyun doesn't know how Taemin tricked him into coming down here where it could be the two of them alone just so he could offer to draw the thick black hearts of makeup under his eyes for him.

Or, maybe, he does; maybe he was coming back from the bathroom and Taemin caught his elbow before he got to the rest of the team? He’s not sure. Honestly, with a dick in his mouth, it's always hard for him to remember anything except how good it tastes and how wonderful it feels to have a hard cock pressing against the flat of his tongue, fucking passed his lips and forcing his mouth open wide. Maybe his mistake was being so weak for sucking dick in the first place, which isn't really a flaw that he cares to fix.

Not right now, at least, when every drip of precum that soaks into his tongue and settles into his taste buds makes his own cock throb under his uniform. He aches to stick his hand down his pants and touch himself, jerk himself off quick and rough, but he knows that Taemin won't let him, and even if he did there wouldn't be enough time to deal with it before his “pee break” got suspiciously long and someone from the team came to check on him. It's already pushing it kind of far as it is, with Taemin’s hands cupping his face as he fucks his cock slowly in and out, thumbs rubbing over his cheekbones and smearing the eye black over his skin. He knows that by now a few people have already left the locker room to head out to the field.

Taemin must know that as well, because it's within a minute of him murmuring about Jonghyun’s big gorgeous eyes blinking up at him that he tenses and shivers and moves one hand to grip tightly in Jonghyun’s hair. He holds him there, still and obedient, and pulls his cock out of Jonghyun’s mouth, jerking himself off quickly. Jonghyun’s eyes widen at the realization of what he's about to do and then shut a second later as Taemin leans over him to thud his forehead against the locker and cums hotly over his face in thick, messy streaks.

“Taem—fuck,” Jonghyun breathes, the reprimand lost from his voice when a dollop of cum lands in his open mouth. He shivers as he swallows it and feels more land on his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose, a whole body shiver that has his skin tingling. It's so good. Before he can gather his rational and not horny brain together and try to be annoyed, Taemin licks his lips and swallows thickly and tugs him up with gentle but firm hands on his shoulders. Panting hard, he cups Jonghyun’s chin and presses a hot kiss flush to his mouth. Then he grabs Jonghyun’s helmet from behind him and pops it right onto his head, tapping the round shell pleasantly.

“Have fun at practice,” he says brightly, getting his hands on Jonghyun’s shoulders and ushering him gently towards the exit of the locker room. He pats Jonghyun’s butt, too, in a friendly sportsball kind of way, adding, “I'll be watching, so make sure you're good,” in a low, smug voice.

Jonghyun, horny and confused and horny and rushed and horny and panicked and feeling cum dripping down his cheeks, stumbles a few dizzy steps forward until a couple of his teammates swing their arms around his shoulders, joking and laughing and pulling him out onto the field.

Out on the grass, while he's doing his warm-ups, Jonghyun catches Taemin’s gaze from where he's sitting casually on the sidelines and watches his smirk twitch up a few notches as he lifts a friendly hand to wave at him.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #smut #nc17 #drabble #Taemin isn't even on the team he's just Jonghyun’s boyfriend that shows up to practice #And everyone loves him because he tells funny jokes and tells everyone good job #Was looking up what eye black was called and then I learned that sometimes they draw designs and like.#Was I Not supposed to go feral about Jonghyun with hearts on his cheeks.

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fairytail-whathesays · 5 months

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what are your ns/fw headcanons of Elfman? doesn't have to be a ship in specific, unless you have one in mind. Just happy to finally see someone else that thinks he is gay.

This picture is brought to you by the pecsoftheday twitter.

Enjoy!

I'll fill the rest of these slots out if the names appear in my inbox tbh.

A lot of h*rny material written about Elfman by gay people is all "oh and he's into muscle worship and big d/cks and MANLINESS and--"

What, did you think I was going to correct this? Offer some alternative take? Fuck no. Elfman Strauss, much like werewolves and the color purple, belongs to gay men and you can get with the program.

Elfman is not super confident when it comes to sex and has trouble working up the nerve to date, let alone engage. He can be nervous, even if he really wants something, so sex with him tends to go pretty slow unless a partner is sufficiently forward.

He's generally a verse bottom. Everyone who intends to make love with him is better off for it. He's not exclusively a bottom, though, so thrillseekers, think twice...

Yes, Elfman has the biggest d/ck in the whole guild. And probably several other guilds. Some other guys have d/cks that could be considered a challenge or intimidating, but Elfman is packing one that looks big even on him, and he's already significantly bigger than most other people around him.

For this reason, he rarely tops even if he would want to, because the potential to hurt his partner is high, and diverting that possibility takes a lot more time and effort than most would consider worth it.

Elfman does have a dominant and/or aggressive side, but only experienced professionals should try and rile it up. Even bottoming, Dominant Elfman can be a handful, and when topping... 💀

We can't really say he has a bubble butt because he works out so much that that thing is all muscle, a lot of muscle. His squat routine would kill lesser men. If you're into that, though, it's right there--his ass is a thing of beauty and bigger than most men's heads. Do Things To It.

Speaking of muscle, if you're down to go to pound town with the Beast, please take full advantage of it. Elfman loves being body-worshipped, absolutely loves to be made to feel sexy and powerful. Reward all the hard work he puts into his body, please.

Elfman's other fetish, surprisingly, is kissing. He just really loves kissing guys, and he will be very disappointed if sex doesn't include at least a noticeable amount of kissing.

On that note, Elfman can be surprisingly romantic about sex. He likes guys that are intimate, who touch him and explore him, who treat sex as worth a little romance.

#elfman strauss #headcanon #nc17

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somedaylazysomeday · 1 year

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Good Intentions (Part Ten)

Silco x fem!reader fic

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

Word-Count: 5,100

Warnings: ongoing references to sex as a form of payment, stripping, explicit piv sex, allusions to squirting, cum-eating (cum-tasting?)

The damage to the Haven had turned out to be minor, all things considered. The necessary repairs didn't take more than a week, which was about half the time it took for the smoke smell to fade from your office.

After the new deal with Silco, you had pushed all thoughts of the chem baron from your mind. Two meetings a month would be a difficult commitment, but you would do what you had to. In the meantime, however, the vast majority of your time was taken up trying to get things back on track with the Haven.

Arunn was as good as new, though keeping him away from the initial repair work had been more difficult than wrangling the rest of the workers combined. He had suffered acute headaches for a few days after the attack and you were forever finding him slumped over in a hallway, halfway through patching a hole in the plaster or removing a scuff mark left on the floor. After you recruited some other Haven workers to make sure he rested, Arunn’s healing process went smoothly.

Jazper had been understandably spooked by the news of the attack. He hadn’t directly mentioned canceling his plans for the neighborhood, but he had asked an uncomfortable number of questions about the Haven’s security, local crime rates, and Enforcer patrol schedules. Since the answers were, respectively, ‘none’, ‘high’, and ‘rare’, you had pulled off such a tricky set of verbal maneuvers that you were left dizzy with your own antics.

Even after Jazper had been assuaged, you had made a series of goodwill visits to the people around the neighborhood, giving out small packages of baked treats and apologizing for both the investigation and the noisy repairs. Initially, you had planned to see only those who had offered help, but you ended up going to most homes and buildings. You really did want to thank those who had helped, but it also couldn’t hurt to show your detractors that you weren’t going to be scared off by one minor attack.

In short, you were busy. You weren’t stupid, so you realized that Silco was simply trying to make his offer seem more attractive by offering a full month until the terms of your deal kicked in. It was a standard sales technique, but you really couldn’t have made your first payment only two weeks after you struck the deal. You were far too busy for that.

The security he had offered the Haven seemed to be working, though.

Oh, Sevika was furious. She stomped around like she wanted nothing more than to see the Haven razed to its foundation, but that actually worked in your favor. A foul-tempered, muscular woman with a weaponized arm wasn’t high on anyone’s list of people to cross. If only she weren’t so tightly tied to Silco in the collective mind of the undercity… As it was, you were grateful that Sevika lurked in the shadows more often than not and took her guard duties most seriously after the Lanes woke up for the evening.

Per the note Silco had sent two days after the attack, there were three shifts of guards. Each one covered a different section of the day, with the most intimidating guards watching the Haven during the nighttime hours and the least intimidating covering the time from the late hours of the morning to the early hours of the evening.

He had obviously put some thought and planning into the security around the Haven. You appreciated that, but made a point of not feeling too grateful. If there was one thing you could be certain of, it was that Silco would make you pay for the services he had provided.

But you didn't have the option of refusing your obligations. Yes, Silco had allowed you to skip your first biweekly payment, but he wouldn't take kindly to pushing things any further. So, exactly thirty days from the Haven's attack, you bundled up against the growing chill and made your way to The Last Drop.

It was late in the afternoon and the Lanes were quiet. Still, you walked quickly. The news about what happened at the Haven had spread quickly and you didn't want to risk anyone taking too close a notice of your movements. Or, you realized with an uncomfortable creeping feeling, you didn't want to take the chance that someone would kill you in hopes of gaining favor with the chem barons behind the attack.

Despite your misgivings, you made it to The Last Drop without any trouble. Actually, you didn't see more than a handful of people on the way, which somehow managed to unnerve you just as badly. You steeled your nerves and made your way up the familiar staircase to Silco's office.

You knocked at the door and were immediately met with a concise, "Enter."

Silco was at his desk, writing on one of several pieces of paper littering his desk. He glanced up at you, the look seeming half a glare with the way he watched you from under the stern ridge formed by his brows.

"My attention is rather occupied at the moment," he told you, jabbing his pen sharply in the direction of the couch. "I'm afraid you must wait."

When you sank against the familiar cushions, it was with a sigh. While you could sympathize with Silco being busy, you were as well. Every moment you spent waiting here was one you couldn't put toward your ever-growing list of responsibilities.

Just as you were ready to propose a different day for your meeting, Silco pushed the papers away. “And what can I do for you?”

Your eyebrows rose, then dipped just as quickly. “It… it’s time to make my first payment. I mean… isn’t it?”

“Ahh, yes,” he sighed. “Your payment.”

Infuriatingly, you were almost offended by that. This deal was actively making your life more difficult and risking your professional reputation, and Silco was acting like it was nothing more than an afterthought for him? That may have been true, but it still stung in a way you didn’t want to explore.

“Yes,” you bit out. “You explicitly told me that it would be due today.”

“I told you it was due by today. I was somewhat surprised to find that you had pushed it so close to lateness. And… my little philanthropist?” Silco’s mismatched gaze darkened as one corner of his mouth tipped upward. “If I were to say anything explicit, you can be certain it would not concern something so mundane as payment due dates.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you cursed yourself a moment later. You recognized this mood: Silco was toying with you, trying to impress you or otherwise prove his superiority. Buying into it was a mistake, but it was one you had already made. Satisfaction was painted across his face as his smirk grew.

The aftereffects of your irritation panged through you, leaving you with a shorter temper than you usually had with the chem baron. “Do you just want this session to be full of talking? Because that’s fine, but I’m on a bit of a schedule…”

For a beat after the words left you, you would have done a lot to catch them and put them back. Silco had seemed somewhat amused by your occasional flashes of personality in the past, but he had never been known to tolerate too much attitude from those who worked for him. And, despite your best efforts, he seemed convinced that you did indeed work for him.

Slowly, Silco drew himself upward from his chair, bracing pale hands against the surface of it as he leaned forward to study you. You tried to meet his gaze with a lack of concern on your face, but the roiling nervousness in your stomach was likely showing in your expression.

He straightened, giving a single nod. “Very well,”

And then his fingers began working at the closures on his vest. The normal thing to do in a situation like this one would be to shed your own clothing, but you could only stand and watch with interest as Silco undressed.

As he bent to push his trousers down his legs, a strand of Silco’s hair fell from its place, swinging forward until it teased at his brow. You smiled at the sight and, as if he sensed your expression, Silco glanced up at you. You managed to keep yourself from reaching out to push the strand back into place, but only barely.

“Are you planning on staring at me until I’ve finished?” Silco asked. “Are you so eager for us to get started?”

“Maybe I’m waiting for you to put on a show,” you replied sassily, horrified by your own words the instant they left your mouth.

Silco seemed just as surprised as you were, but the ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “Perhaps if you had been on time, we would have time for a show. As it is, well…” He paused as he tossed his pants over the arm of his throne-like chair, then turned back as he gestured to his body. “Art cannot be rushed.”

Your mouth suddenly went dry as you realized that this was the first time Silco had been fully bare during one of your encounters. You couldn’t stop yourself from making a long, slow study of him. He was pale, as you had seen in the past. With his height and the style of clothing he favored, he seemed tall and slender. You wouldn’t have been terribly shocked to find that he looked frail undressed. Instead, his body was made up of lean muscle. His torso tapered from broad shoulders to a strong waist and narrow hips. His cock was already hard, rising proudly from a neat nest of hair. His legs were the same lean muscle as the rest of him, thighs thick and calves shapely. His feet were as bare.

You couldn’t help the small frown that grew on your face. You were seeing Silco’s knees. It was strangely intimate in a way you hadn’t expected.

“Something wrong?” Silco asked, stepping toward you.

“Not at all,” you lied, meeting his eyes with more difficulty than you were proud of. When that took too much effort, you pretended to be occupied with other things as you stood and approached the desk. “Just wondering where you want me.”

“I believe there is something else we must do first,” he said, lifting his eyebrows.

“Right,” you agreed, moving to take off your own clothes even as you kicked yourself for being so obviously intimidated. It was something about standing in front of that damned desk, just as you had the first time you had been here, so long ago.

The unexpected brush of fingers against the back of your hands made you pause. Silco’s voice was smooth as he said, “Allow me.”

You eyed him warily, half-worried he would take the opportunity to slice you out of your clothing… or strangle you with it… but you managed a shallow nod anyway. Seeming content to ignore your trepidation, Silco bent to the task of undressing you himself.

The sight of his long fingers working at the buttons of your shirt was so strange, so unexpected, that you had to battle down a bubble of mirth so strong it bordered on hysteria. But by the time he was working to remove your shoes, his hands on you looked right in a way they never had before. He even managed to avoid the ticklish spot at the back of your calf, to your surprise.

Silco glanced up as you tensed, smiling faintly. “I know you’re sensitive there, pet. I remember.”

He rose back to his full height then, mismatched eyes wandering over your body with something like possession stamped on his face. You were almost glad when he circled behind your back and out of sight… until his fingertips brushed teasingly over the spot on your ribcage that always made you shudder.

You sucked in a breath, glancing at him over your shoulder. With a look somewhere between mischievousness and hunger, Silco met your gaze. “Of course, sensitivity is often a good thing.”

He continued teasing the spot, the edge of his nail making you arch away from him. “Stop it!”

The demand was ripped from you, desperate and tormented at the feeling that drove you wild. You were more than a little surprised when Silco actually complied, but he was openly chuckling. “How can I be expected to resist when I know all of the places that make you squirm for me?”

Your revenge was swift and decisive. You pulled him close, dropping a light kiss on the scar that draped over one side of his collarbone. He was sensitive there, and you felt him tense. When you turned the kiss into something more suction-based, working the beginnings of a bruise into his skin, he made a low sound and you could feel his length brushing your thigh, seeking to bury itself between your legs.

When he let out a low hiss, you broke the tension you had formed, pulling far enough away to ask, “Mercy?”

Silco’s hand brushed that place on your ribcage once more, making you jerk into him until there was no space at all between you. When you glanced up, his eyes were so close you felt the gaze of his dark eye burrowing beneath your skin, despite the smirk he was wearing.

“Truce,” he corrected. Even as he said it, his erection throbbed against you. “You are in a hurry, as am I. For reasons of time, I think we should move things along.”

“Sounds like someone who thinks he would lose,” you countered, a part of you wondering where this light-hearted teasing had come from.

“Not at all,” Silco replied, voice smooth as he walked you backward until the edge of his desk was pressing into the back of your thighs. “We are simply too perfectly matched. We know each other too well for either of us to find victory.”

That made you pause like nothing else had. Getting to know Silco and his reactions was a natural consequence of this long-running deal, but something about it made you uncomfortable. Fucking the head chem baron and the cause of the Shimmer epidemic? A necessary evil. Knowing the exact sound he would make if you ran your fingertips up his spine? Too much.

It didn’t need to make sense, you supposed.

And as Silco gripped just above your knee with precisely the right strength, thoughts of sense and knowledge and payments flew from your mind. Instead, you were lost in how good it was, reveling in the way he levered your leg up and around his waist, giving him space to press himself to your weeping core.

You made a noise of frustration and desire at the feeling. Apparently, it was enough to spur Silco into action. He angled himself until the tip of his length could nudge into your channel. And then he stayed there, holding himself still and steady while his hands on your hips kept you from breaking the moment yourself. Being suspended there on the edge was infuriating, your mouth watering at the thought of the pleasures that awaited you. If only he would move!

“Silco,” you said, surprised at the grit and depth of your own voice. “What are you doing?”

“Savoring the moment,” he replied, a bead of sweat rolling down over his temple. “I didn’t prepare you. Are you-?”

“I’m ready,” you promised, a bit rashly. You were literally untouched up to this point and hoped your body would quickly catch up to your flustered mind.

He nodded, but still didn’t move. Your hips pushed against his grip, trying to impale yourself on him, but he was too strong for that. You were left panting and desperate, unable to bear the tension and anticipation any longer. “Silco. Please.”

The smile he gave was half a grimace and he thrust himself fully inside of you. You both choked at the sensation and Silco’s hips gave an extra jerk against yours, burying himself a fraction deeper within you. You could feel yourself throbbing around him, your body valiantly struggling to adjust to the intrusion.

Silco groaned, his forehead dropping to press briefly against yours. “Always so tight for me, my lovely. I think of this monthly strangulation far more often than I should.”

The sensation of him withdrawing from your depths left you reeling, but it couldn’t compare to the way he felt driving back home. Your muscles danced and you clutched at his shoulders. “Wait, I need-”

“I’ll wait, my little philanthropist,” Silco assured you. “I know you often need some time before we start in earnest.”

You nodded, feeling uncomfortably seen. Silco kept speaking, his words burrowing into your brain no matter how you tried to ignore them. “I wonder if you will still grip me as tightly when I have you twice as often? Perhaps that is the way you are made, and there is nothing that could change the warm, wet grasp you have on me.”

His fingers deftly parted your folds and gave a long stroke over your clit. Your hips moved against his and Silco’s jaw tightened with the effort of staying still against you. “Or perhaps you will grow more accustomed to me. Your very body will be changed by the deal we have made, by the meetings we arrange with each other. It is possible…”

You weren’t sure if you were ready for Silco to start moving, especially considering the strange mood that he seemed to be in, but you were certain that you couldn’t listen to him talk about this any longer or you would burst. “Move, please.”

Silco didn’t like being ordered around, but you partnered the demand with another thrust of your hips. If he was upset with you for it, he was too preoccupied to tell you. Instead, he took up a punishing rhythm that would likely leave you with a line of bruises across the places where the desk was biting into your skin.

His hips pistoned between you, the collision of your flesh and his hard enough to jostle your entire body with every thrust. Lewd sounds filled the office, rising up around you at a volume that you should have found embarrassing, but you were too grateful that the conversation had stopped.

There was also a small part of yourself that found the noises enticing, but you were doing your best to ignore that.

Silco slowed so abruptly that you jerked your gaze to his face. His attention was fixed downward, watching the place where you were joined with even more intensity than usual. “What’s wrong?”

“I- want to- enjoy this,” he gritted out, changing the pattern of his thrusts. He was moving slowly, but also in a strange way that felt… intense…

“What- what’s tha-” You broke off with a low moan. The way he was rolling his hips left his length making a circuit inside of your channel, pressing against every part of you in turn. Every time he pushed inside, his cock drove firmly over the spot that left you feeling sparks in every limb.

“Yes, dearest?” Silco asked, looking far too impressed with himself. “I trust your questions have been answered.”

You wanted to say something sarcastic, you truly did, but you weren’t sure you could trust your voice. In fact, you weren’t sure you could trust any part of your body. Your knees were feeling particularly unstable…

You wobbled, your balance shifting as Silco continued to focus unrelenting attention on the incredibly sensitive place. His grip on your hips pushed slightly and you found yourself perched on the edge of his desk, legs jutting out to either side of him as he continued his pace uninterrupted.

It was too soon to come. You knew that, knew it had been an incredibly short amount of time since Silco had started this new pattern, but you couldn’t hold off any longer. Your hands caught at his arms, striving for his attention as you warned, “Silco-”

You didn’t even manage to finish your statement before your muscles started spasming, squeezing Silco’s cock as he continued that slow, maddening glide inside of you. It was a strong orgasm, leaving you shuddering and feeling a distinct weakness in your joints even as your chest glowed with an intense warmth.

Silco continued his movements, undaunted. The pressure on that place inside of you was almost uncomfortable now, but it was uncomfortable in a way that felt too fascinating to be truly bad. You wanted it to stop, but not quite as much as you wanted it to continue. It was a heady feeling, though you weren’t sure if you would be able to come again from it, not in such short succession after the last time.

“That was lovely,” he commented. “One of my favorite sights. And I intend to see it again.”

Nothing about Silco’s movements changed, but you still felt a shift inside of yourself. It was like your body had been too content to build toward another orgasm, but it had recovered enough to crave it once more. You grimaced, but found yourself moving counter to every stroke of Silco’s cock inside of you, increasing the pressure against your walls.

The sensations were wonderful, but at a certain point, they stopped building toward anything. They were incredibly intense, but never grew beyond that. You were caught at a plateau, and you didn’t know how to move past it.

When it stretched on long enough that every pass of Silco’s length seemed like more of a punishment than a benefit, you choked out a frustrated sob. Silco’s brows furrowed and one of his hands fell between you, rubbing gentle circles over your clit as he continued that inexorable pattern.

Your body responded almost instantly. The sensations moved from intense-maybe-bad to intense-very-good and you rocketed over the edge of orgasm so abruptly that, for a moment, you honestly believed you were having a heart attack.

You made a choked sound and your vision went gray as the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced exploded through you. Silco didn’t change his pace or stop rubbing your clit and you collapsed backward onto the desk as the convulsion of your muscles sapped the strength from the rest of your body. The muscles of your core locked down so hard around Silco that you didn’t know how he was still moving, but it was only serving to drive you higher.

Somehow, even the orgasm managed to hit a crescendo and a muscle tightened that you would swear you had never felt before. As suddenly as it had come about, it was over, leaving you sprawled limply over the surface of Silco’s desk. You stared blankly at the rafters of the office until you heard a slight chuckle from between your thighs.

Lifting your head was too much work, but you managed to roll it until you could see Silco without straining your neck. He caught your eyes, pulling his hips back just far enough that you could see the patch of wetness trailing from the lower half of his torso and down his pelvis. You were wet - enough that you could hear it - but that seemed excessive even for you.

When you still looked confused, Silco said, “I’ll consider this revenge for all the times I’ve made a mess on you.”

“Are you saying that’s from me?” you asked, stunned and slightly horrified.

“Yes,” Silco confirmed, utterly unworried. He drew a finger across his lower abdomen, studying it for a moment before placing it in his mouth. “Hmm. Sweeter, somehow.”

Your inner muscles rippled at the sight and Silco eyes sharpened. “Do you have one more for me, my pet? I’m close and I would like you to come with me.”

You grimaced even as the tired muscles of your pussy fluttered at the invitation. “I- I don’t know, Silco. This has been a lot. Good, but…”

Silco hummed. He pulled you toward him slightly, your thighs just barely leaving the edge of his desk, and his fingers slid beneath you. They moved unerringly to the place high up on your inner thigh. He had found it several sessions ago and been fascinated since. You had always thought it was a ticklish spot, but he had discovered that - under certain circumstances - pressure against that place made you absolutely drip for him.

This, somehow, seemed to be one of those circumstances.

You let out a strangled whimper, back arching as your legs wrapped around his waist without your permission. Your exhausted body was screaming, but your core and your brain had decided that one more orgasm sounded perfect, so everyone else was just along for the journey.

Finally, Silco’s pace sped. It was only a slight difference, but it was enough to start your hips rolling, your hands rising to your own breasts.

“Go on,” Silco encouraged. “Perfect little one. Touch yourself for me.”

It sounded like nothing more than bad dialogue from a terrible romance novel, but it worked for you in your arousal-soaked state. Your fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, teasing them into tight buds that sent lighting arcing down to the place where Silco was still thrusting between your legs.

“Close,” Silco warned through gritted teeth. “I’m close.”

You nodded, panting in time with the speed he was pumping into you. You even managed to lever yourself upward so you could stare down to the place where he was thrusting into you.

Your distended clit was visible, so stiff that it was peeking out through your lips. Silco’s length was shining with your wetness, and you could see the way his careful rhythm was beginning to falter as he pumped in and out of you. The way you were squeezing him couldn’t have helped, but he didn’t seem to mind. His lip drew upward in a snarl, his thumb rubbing viciously against your clit as he abandoned that rhythm entirely in favor of thrusting into you as hard as he could.

That orgasm was much less intense than the others had been. That was probably a good thing - you may have gone fully unconscious if it had been comparable. Still, you let out a cry that echoed weakly back from the dusty boards of the ceiling and clenched, throbbing, around his length.

Silco growled something fully unintelligible as he tore himself out of you, spilling jets of cum over your lap. Beads of hot, thick liquid rolled down over your mound, tickling their way downward until they could drip onto the floor of Silco’s office. The man himself was hovering over you, panting like he had just fought off an entire group of attackers.

You glanced down, mouth watering at the sight of the mess Silco had made. You normally weren’t much for this sort of thing, but he had done the same with you, and you felt the urge…

With the tip of one finger, you swiped through some of the mess Silco had left and licked it delicately clean.

Silco’s hand whipped up to wrap around yours, towing it away from your face with a speed that warned of impending violence. “Do not do that again,” he commanded. “You’re not ready to pay the consequences for it, and I am too spent to deliver them.”

You watched him, wide-eyed until the tension seeped from his shoulders. He retrieved the familiar handkerchief from the surface of his desk, using it to clean his cum from your stomach, mound, and thighs before dropping it on the floor to cover the extraneous droplets. With everything tidied up, he walked over and collapsed on the couch, beckoning you to follow. When you did, he pulled you down to the cushion beside him.

His head was propped on the back of the couch and his arms were resting by his sides, sitting in the closest thing to relaxation you had ever seen for him. You started out tense, but melted into the soft material soon afterward.

“What are we doing now?” you asked after a while, mostly in a bid to keep yourself from drifting off to sleep.

“Recovering,” Silco rumbled. “I won’t have you getting attacked on your way back to the Haven because you were so overwhelmed by this session.”

You managed a weak snort at that and Silco gave you a smile that was almost impish, though his expression returned to a serious one almost immediately. “How is the Haven since the attack?”

“Getting back to normal at a good pace,” you answered.

“And the security?”

“Helpful,” you admitted begrudgingly. “The residents are sleeping better and so am I. Sevika in particular is helpful in preventing any… unpleasantness.”

Silco hummed understandingly. “She is one of my best people. I will need her back soon.”

You bit back a sharp reply at that reminder, and were glad of it when Silco sent you a shallow nod. “However, I will ensure that you have someone equally qualified.”

“I… appreciate it,” you said slowly, regretting it as soon as it left your mouth. You didn’t need Silco believing that you were any deeper in his debt than you already were. Since you couldn’t take the words back, you settled for rising to your feet. You wobbled once or twice, but felt a great deal steadier than you had been on the trip to the couch. “I should go back. It’s getting late.”

“Very well,” Silco agreed after a slight pause. “Our next appointment will be in two weeks, correct?”

You nodded, though it hadn’t truly been a question. Not the way he had asked it, anyway. In an inverse of how things had started, Silco watched as you put your clothes back on, making no move to dress himself as he did. “See you in two weeks.”

Silco nodded. “And if anything else should happen, alert me immediately. The Haven is under my protection and I must know if any incidents occur so I can respond accordingly.”

Thankfully, your face was turned away from him since you were hurrying toward the door of his office. Other than a slight stiffening of your spine, you kept your reaction to a minimum as you tonelessly agreed and left without another glance back.

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Author's Note - I'll say this again in a separate post, but this will be the last chapter of this fic for a while! I'm doing another one of my February smut fests, and I need some time to work on that, as well as writing the fics for my main account. Sorry about that, but I should be back with more chapters in either February or March!

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