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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 · 4 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 · 11 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 · 6 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 · 2 years

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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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