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fine-nephrit · 24 days
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🥏 TXF Fic Rec #25: "Overnight Sensation" by Syntax6
Today’s fic is an “X Files meets police procedure” whodunit with some of the best Diana-induced angst ever written. Set after episodes 6x11-12, “Two Fathers/One Son,” Scully ditches Mulder to join the investigation of a high-profile serial killer case in Boston. Her partner and Diana Fowley soon follow suits, complicating things.
This is one of those holy grail fics that combine a top-notch casefile with great MSR, the type @syntax6 excels at. The fast-paced, action-packed casefile goes all out on elaborate plot puzzles and has a blockbuster scale to it. Syntax6 creates a cast of original characters for the local police force, and portrays Mulder as a brilliant, heroic, and ass-kicking investigator, bringing to life that “golden boy of VCU”, known mainly through hearsay not often seen in action. A must-read.
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🥏 on author's site 🥏 audio version on @audiofanficpod read by @darkesttimelinestuff
length: novel, 88,000+ words season: season 6, 6x11 Two Fathers/One Son pairing(s): M/S UST o RST tags: Casefile, angst, jealousy, rift, holiday, pretend couple, good OCs, Diana Fowley rating: explicit/NC-17
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alexandria-alexis · 2 months
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The point of no return
The life that Charles Leclerc shares with the outside world is very different to the life he leads behind closed doors.
It comes as a shock to him when he realises that the one person he can trust is the man who he has spent his entire career fighting against. Max Verstappen.
NC-17
Heavy Mentions of Domestic Abuse
Charles Leclerc / Max Verstappen
Charles Leclerc / Original Male Character(s)
(Please read the tags before beginning)
Thank you for all the support. Chapter 1 & 2 are out now <3
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final-girl96 · 1 year
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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Twenty-Four
That Night at 9 PM
I was making a stupid decision by meeting Stu but I didn't need him coming into my dorm again. I walked outside and looked around but didn't see anyone. I leaned up against one of the trees, tapping my foot. There were so many different emotions going through me. Anxiety was one of the biggest things happening. But there was also excitement mixed with shame.
Shame that I liked everything that happened the night before. Shame that Stu was right. I do like the chase. I like him chasing me. The fear of him catching me was exhilarating and it excited me in ways I couldn't explain. That was what terrified me more than wondering if he was going to kill me.
When someone pulled up in front of me on a motorcycle that anxiety grew even bigger. Until they took the helmet off and turned towards me, then I was just fucking confused. "Stu?" His hair was blond now and he was on a motorcycle. Fuck, now my panties were fucking soaked. But I was a little nervous too.
Is he going to take me somewhere else to kill me?
"You…uh…you dyed your hair and you have a motorcycle. Where did you get a motorcycle?" He held out another helmet, "put this on and let's go," he said. I just looked at the helmet not moving an inch. And that only irritated him I was guessing because he got off the bike, walked over to me, and slipped the helmet over my head himself. "Get on the fucking bike." He swung his leg over the seat, put his helmet on and waited for me.
This is a bad decision
I slowly approached the bike, swinging my leg over the set and sitting behind him. I could feel his body heat with how close we were. He reached behind him, grabbing my wrist and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're going to want to hold on tight, baby." I wrapped my arms around his waist tight and he took off down the street.
I have no idea where we were going but at this moment it didn't matter because it felt so good to just let go. To pretend everything was fine and I wasn't willingly on the back of a motorcycle with my psychopath ex-boyfriend. But was he really my ex? My thoughts started going to what if Sindey found out or Randy. What if Dewey found out? They would never speak to me again. Sidney would never be able to look at me again if she found out I was sneaking around with one of the people that killed our mother, our friends, and tried to kill us.
Stu took a hand off of the handlebars and placed it over both of mine. That only made me stiffen up a little bit. Eventually we were driving down a dark road surrounded by woods on either side. The anxiety was back, my guy was telling me this wasn't a good idea, I felt fucking nauseous. His hand tightened around one of my wrists as we approached a cabin. I don't really think you could call it a cabin with how mice it was. His parents definitely paid for it.
When he stopped the bike outside the cabin he put the kickstand down and took his helmet off before getting off the bike. He hung his helmet off the handlebars and came over me, undid my helmet and helped me off the bike. "You have a cabin in Ohio, like an hour away from my college campus… why?" I asked. He smiled, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.
"Can't exactly live in Woodsboro with my parents. Especially since they're going to be selling it or at least try to sell it. And is it a crime to want to be close to my girlfriend? Gotta make sure the killer doesn't hurt you, right?" I backed away from him, "the killer? You mean you? So when did you kill those two students? Before you showed up at my dorm?"
"I didn't kill anyone, baby. I was with you when it happened. I was making you come multiple times. Remember?" Is he trying to gaslight me? "Why'd you bring me here?" I asked. He turned and walked towards the front door. "Come on, it's chilly out here." He opened the door and waited for me. There was no use in running so I may as well go inside.
"So your parents buy this and the bike for you?" I asked, looking around. I was surrounded by his scent and it was making my head fuzzy. "Yeah, of course!" He called from the bedroom just down the hall. He walked out in only sweats and threw a shirt at me. "Go change. I'll make some popcorn and we can watch a movie."
"I'm not staying here, Stu, I have classes tomorrow!" He slowly walked over to me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. "Fucking…change. Or I will change you myself. And trust me, baby, if I do that…you will be completely naked the whole time instead." He kissed me hard and walked into the kitchen. "Oh…and don't worry I'll get you back to campus in time for your eight o'clock Music History class or whatever the fuck it is."
I changed and we watched a movie. I had decided to just go with it. What other choice did I have? "So…that uh…that song you wrote, Final Girl, you ever gonna let me hear it?" I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. "You go through my stuff?" I asked. He shrugged, "of course I did. You don't tell me anything. Gotta know what you've been up to. I've also loved your singing. But I love the sound of you screaming my name better."
"I'm not having sex with you again, so forget," I said. He moved closer to me and yanked the blanket off of me. "Oh, baby girl, you're gonna do whatever I tell you to do or…" I gasped when he pulled me down to lay on my back and crawled on top of me. "Or I will have Randy be the next victim." He rolled his hips, his hard cock pressing into my clit. "I'd hate to have to do that. So be a good girl for me."
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somedaylazysomeday · 10 months
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Good Intentions Part Thirteen
It's that time again...
Rating: Mature, 18+, lemon, etc
Word Count: 5,000
Warnings: mentions of sleeplessness, descriptions of a bar after hours, threats, ongoing references to sex as terms of a business agreement, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected piv sex, themes of intimacy.
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You rolled over, pressing your face into the arm you had folded across the soft surface of your pillow. The split second of wakefulness disappeared as you dropped back into sleep, but that had been enough to notice it: your mind was working on something. 
It was unexpected. You hadn’t gone to sleep with a specific problem in mind and your bedtime routine had been utterly normal. The Haven was quiet for the evening, remarkably so. You were all set to go to The Last Drop the following day and make your regular payment to Silco. 
It was time to turn onto your side. Your body had demanded the movement, breaking into the hazy half-dreams you had been experiencing to let you know. The change in position brought the constant workings of your thoughts to the forefront, but they weren’t ready yet. Your brain needed more time to work before delivering a solution. 
Something was definitely happening, something your waking mind had missed. This had happened before. You tried to relax into sleep while your unconscious mind worked on whatever problem it had identified, but it was a struggle. Every time you rolled over, you woke up. Every time one dream ended, you found yourself blinking up at the darkened ceiling before dissolving into the next one. 
It seemed like it was both a moment and an eternity later when your mind presented the final thought to you: your next payment to Silco was scheduled for that day. You had already known that, but you also had a full day of meetings scheduled, starting at roughly nine in the morning and running until almost midnight. You had forgotten the date you had scheduled all of the meetings to take place… at least, your waking mind had.
You were out of bed and on your feet faster than your brain could calculate, and you had to wait a moment before you could start haphazardly throwing clothes on. If you hadn’t been late to your previous meeting, you would feel more confident contacting Silco for a delay on your payment, but something told you he would be even less understanding now than he had been then. 
The room was dark, and only the combination of a semi-reflective clock face and an obnoxious neon sign outside of your window allowed you to see the time: nearly 5:30 in the morning. With any luck, the Last Drop would be closed by the time you arrived, but Silco would still be around for you to speak with. You had never asked where he went during the day, and you didn’t have the slightest idea where to start looking for him.
You rushed out of the Haven’s side door, keeping your head down and your steps quick on your way, but it was still almost six by the time you reached the Last Drop. The lights were off and no music thudded through the courtyard in front of the building. Only the giant eye over the entrance was still glowing, though you could see some light through the windows. 
When the doors opened under your hands, you breathed a sigh of relief. If they had been locked, you may have truly been out of options. 
The inside of the Last Drop was nearly empty, as expected. The bartender looked tired, but he still glanced up at you with a weary resignation. “We’re closed for the night.”
He was a young man, wearing remnants of makeup around his eyes that had likely been smeared under his fingers. His clothes were wrinkled and you could see a notepad on the bar in front of him, covered in lines of numbers. You felt a surge of compassion for him. It was a little on the early side for you, but incredibly late for someone who worked in a bar. 
So you kept your voice light as you replied, “‘Night’ may be a little generous. The sun will be up soon. I’m here to see-”
“Never mind,” he told you, turning away. “I know who you are. But the boss is done for the night, too. You’re out of luck.” 
The panic rose in your throat, sharp and hot and burning acid. “Wait, please! I have to-”
“I can’t do anything for you,” he repeated. You could see the irritation and impatience on his face, but buried in that expression was fear. He was - like most people - afraid of Silco. Afraid of what would happen to him if he crossed a line and angered the head chem-baron. 
You wished you could sympathize, but you knew exactly how he felt. In fact, your situation was probably more precarious than his, and you were willing to push. 
Fortunately, you were saved from figuring out a way to do that by the sound of something heavy clattering against a table. You turned, instantly on-edge as you scanned the bar’s deserted seating area. 
To your surprise, you caught sight of a blue-haired girl sitting in one of the booths. “Jinx?”
She flinched slightly, but beamed the next moment. “That’s me!”
Jinx was toying with something, the same thing that had made the loud noise a moment before. It was bulky and metallic, though its surface was covered almost completely by hand-drawn designs in a variety of eye-watering colors. It took entirely too long for you to realize that it was a grenade.
“So I see,” you told her, bemusedly. “What are you doing here? Especially so late?” 
“Got stuck,” she said simply, waving the grenade at you. “This isn’t working the way I need it to. Sometimes, doing something different is enough to shake a new idea out, ya know?”
“I can relate.” You eyed her. It had been roughly six months since the first time you had met Jinx and you admittedly didn’t know her very well, but she didn’t look so great. 
Jinx was a slender girl, not quite a teenager yet, but she was much closer than she had been the first time you met her. She looked at least a little taller now, though it was hard to judge when she was sitting slouched over the way she was. The thing that concerned you the most was the way her face looked. She was pale and drawn, dark circles under her eyes and a dark bruise on one corner of her jaw. 
Your first thought was to wonder if Silco was mistreating her. Living conditions in the Undercity were dire, but Silco had money for food. Jinx was verging on skinny. That, combined with the tiredness on her face and the nasty bruise made you wonder…
Of course, you had dismissed the thought a moment later. Unless something dramatic had happened between Silco and his daughter in the past six months, abuse or neglect didn’t seem likely or even possible. It had taken precisely one interaction for you to realize how deeply Silco cared about Jinx. 
“You know,” you said carefully, “sometimes, I get my best ideas when I’m sleeping.”
“Yeah?” she asked dryly. “That why you’re here so late?”
“Ironically, yes. I need to see y-” You paused awkwardly, horribly, as you remember Silco’s threat that he would end your agreement if he ever found out you had spoken to Jinx a second time. Of course, you were well past that. Still, you didn’t want to push your luck and it somehow felt worse to directly mention Silco’s relation to Jinx. “...you know, Silco.”
Jinx was amused by that, a wide grin breaking out across her face. With her voice lowered into a conspiratorial whisper, she said, “Don’t worry. I know he’s my dad.”
“Yeah.” If you’d only had Jinx’s self-assurance when you were that age… 
Your thoughts were thoroughly interrupted by footsteps approaching from behind you, paired with a sharp voice. “Hey, I told you: there’s nothing I can do to help you. The boss is done for the night. Get out.”
Somehow, the problem had seemed almost salvageable as you spoke with Jinx, but it flooded back full-force as you turned to plead with the bartender and his smudged makeup. “Please, you don’t understand-”
“No, you don’t understand. The boss doesn’t like to be interrupted, especially not by random people off the street.” The bartender’s eyes slid until he was looking past you at Jinx. “How about this? If I tell him who you were so interested in talking to, he’ll probably set up a special meeting you won’t be able to miss-”
“Shut up, Chuck!” Jinx ordered, sliding out of the booth. You had a moment to realize that she was indeed taller than she had been when you had first met her, then you were distracted by her sudden, apparent fury. “Do you know how long I’ve been stuck? Do you? I’ll even give you a hint, Chuck: Days. And talking with her is the only thing that’s managed to help so far. Get it? Now walk away or I’ll make sure you’re my test subject when it’s ready.”
The bartender’s mouth had gone slack at Jinx’s tirade. As she delivered her final threat, his eyes darted to the grenade in her hand. And when she thrust that hand out toward him, his mouth snapped shut as he walked out from behind the bar and left The Last Drop entirely.
In the stillness of the now empty bar, Jinx turned to you, already wearing an expectant look. It seemed like a bad idea to ask anything too prying, so you settled for, “So his name is Chuck?”
“Of course it is!” she said instantly, so brightly that you sincerely doubted his name was Chuck. But she was smiling again, so you went along with it. “Now, you need to see my dad?”
“I really, really do.” The fervency in your tone may have been a bit much to put on a kid, but you were feeling a little desperate by that point. 
“And you promise you’re not a prostitute?” Your mouth fell open at the unexpected renewal of Jinx’s suspicions on that point, but the girl gave a wicked cackle. “I’m just messin’ with ya! Come on.” 
You couldn’t exactly ask questions since she had already taken off toward the back room of The Last Drop, but you certainly had plenty. 
Those questions only compounded when Jinx took you through a circuitous route that seemed to be working in a very jagged circle. You never saw the same doorways twice, though, so you trailed along gamely behind her and hoped it wasn’t an incredibly complex trick meant to trap you in the middle of some twisted labyrinth. 
Your journey ended when you followed Jinx up a set of creaking stairs. The top of the staircase featured a tiny landing, complete with a small shelf built into the wall. The shelf had a squat, rather ugly vase sitting on it. You might have chosen to put a light there instead, but it wasn’t your room. In fact, you weren’t even sure it was Silco’s. If nothing else, the vase didn’t seem to be his style.
“Okay, knock normally twice, pause for one second, then four quick knocks and tap twice on the vase.”
You were still processing that when Jinx hopped up on the sagging bannister. She waved at you as she pushed off with her feet and slid down faster than you could believe.
With the instructions still fresh in your mind, you knocked twice on the door, carefully let a full second pass, knocked four times so close together that it sounded like you had used both hands, then tapped the vase twice. The vase turned out to be secured to the shelf, which was good. In your nervousness, you had hit it a little too hard and would have been in danger of knocking it off completely. 
When the sharp sound from your knuckles against the glass had faded, you took a deep breath and gingerly turned the doorknob. The room was dark, a complete inky void with one exception - the glowing orange point of an unnatural eye. 
You felt like you were frozen, pinned in place by that unblinking gaze, but that apparently wasn’t true. Somehow, you shifted just enough to let some light pass you into the room, illuminating Silco more fully. 
He was in bed. A distant part of your mind registered that Silco apparently had a bedroom in The Last Drop, but it wasn’t your major focus. He was leaning up to stare at the door, leaning on one elbow to support himself. His other hand was sitting at a strange angle, and you registered why as you saw the shine. He was holding a knife, no doubt retrieved from some well-concealed place in easy reach of the bed. 
Silco didn’t strike you as the type to be unprepared, even in sleep. 
“Well?” he asked irritably. “Now that you’ve interrupted my rest, do you intend to stand there? Dawn is coming.”
You wordlessly stepped into the room, letting the door close behind you. When you turned to be sure it closed - and to lock it if Silco wanted - you were only mildly surprised to find that the door itself, the handle, and the entire frame blended perfectly into the wall of the room. A hidden door made sense for someone whose power put him in consistently dangerous positions, but it still delighted the child in you. You’d always had a weakness for secrets. 
Since there was nothing for you to lock, you turned back to Silco. Thankfully, your vision had adjusted to the darkness, because there was no illumination. Silco shouldn’t have worried at all about the dawn, since he didn’t have a window. 
Silco had stowed the knife somewhere, but he was watching you with a hard stare that felt equally threatening. You stopped short as he said, “I told you to stay away from my daughter.”
“You did,” you agreed, feeling your heart rate increase. There was no use in arguing with that point, but maybe it would have been wiser to try. “To be fair, I didn’t approach her.”
There didn’t seem to be a way to argue that, since Silco sighed and raked fingers from his forehead back to the nape of his neck. His hair was more disheveled than you had ever seen it, and something about the mussed strands was making you feel distinctly twitchy. But you had to see if he was going to murder you horribly before you could think of doing something about that.
“Tell me what happened,” Silco ordered. “I was expecting you this afternoon.”
So you told him everything - your surprise schedule conflict, the unhelpful bartender, Jinx’s offer to bring you to her dad. You briefly mentioned Jinx’s claim that talking to you had helped her work on her grenade, but you didn’t belabor the point. You didn’t know how true it was, especially since you hadn’t discussed anything that remotely concerned engineering or explosives. Not that you would have been much help with either of those topics.
By the time you finished with your explanation, Silco was sitting up fully. He had propped a pillow behind his back to cushion himself from the headboard. His legs were resting straight out in front of him, slightly splayed and bent at the knees. He looked… casual. It was strange to see from someone who typically seemed so tightly buttoned. 
It was only then that you realized he was wearing only a loose pair of pants, sitting bare-chested in front of you. Your mouth went dry and you could only hope the darkness hid the way your eyes had locked on his torso.
Your gaze was so intent that you jumped when he lifted an arm to beckon in your direction. He did seem to have seen that, if you were to guess by the smirk that lifted one corner of his mouth. Still, you took a step, then another, then another, until you were standing beside the bed. 
Silco was actually a bit shorter than you like this, and it felt strange to look down at him. That didn’t curb any of the imperiousness in his voice as said, “Strip.”
The clothes you had thrown on before rushing out of The Haven were casual and comfortable. Shucking them off almost took less time than it had taken for Silco to issue his command. He still, of course, found time to talk. 
“In the future, I would like you to contact me if there are issues with the timing of our meeting,” he informed you. “Though we decided against postponement last time you did so, it does not excuse your apparent refusal to do so a second time.”
You nodded, feeling slightly abashed. Realistically, you could very well have waited until one of The Haven’s guards was awake and sent them to deliver a message to Silco. He would have (probably) understood. It was difficult to tell with him, sometimes.
Before you could respond - though what would you realistically have replied with, an apology? - Silco spoke again. His voice sounded different then, and it took you a moment to recognize the difference in tone as mingled warmth, pride, and arousal. 
“However, I cannot fault you for your initial reaction. I appreciate the fact that you were so distraught at the idea of missing our meeting that you rushed here without a second thought. In fact,” he caught at your wrist, towing you closer with that strength you had always found such a surprise for his wiry frame, “I think that kind of loyalty deserves a reward…”
He didn’t toss you onto the bed. It wasn’t his style. But the slow, inexorable pull was just as exciting. You wanted this, wanted it very badly, but the illusion of the lack of choice tricked your brain into dropping any guilt stemming from your connection with the city’s most notorious chem baron. (The same guilt seemed to get less and less noticeable every time you met with Silco, but that was a new source of guilt in itself.)
The important thing was that your half-hearted tug against his grip only made Silco bare his teeth in a grinning half-smile. He didn’t release you once you had knelt on the mattress, nor when you had laid down on its surface. No, Silco kept his hands on you, arranging your limbs until you were sprawled under him. 
Your legs were carefully parted, allowing space for him between them. Realistically, you knew what was likely to happen, but you could hardly breathe with the anticipation of it. As Silco started moving steadily toward the apex of your thighs, your moan was half-excitement and half-relief.
As he slotted himself between your legs, eyes bouncing greedily between your face and your core, you watched the light of his orange eye with an unexpected sense of nervousness. Silco was intense in his office, but now you were in his room. The intimacy of it all struck you for the first time. He had allowed you into his private spaces when he easily could have ordered you away or killed you outright. Now your head was resting on his pillow as he parted your folds with something that approached glee. 
Silco didn’t give you the chance to think much more about his room… or anything else. As his mouth delved toward your core, your thoughts were fully absorbed by him and the way he was making you feel. 
He didn’t ease into things - starting off with a thrust of his stiffened tongue into your channel. You made a surprised little noise for him, one that turned abruptly louder as he gave a pleased hum and the vibrations went through you. 
His fingers, the ones that had started by spreading you open for his mouth, didn’t stay still for long. They petted and stroked, pinched and speared. When Silco turned his mouth to other things, they took his place inside of you, opening you up for things to come. A pinky drifted downward to your rear, pressing on that ring of muscle. The digit never breached you but the light pressure was enough to keep you on-edge.
You arched and cried out when Silco’s lips closed around your clit. Within the pressured cavern of his mouth, his tongue teased that sensitive bundle of nerves until you were squirming under him. With his hands busy and his mouth occupied, Silco pinned you down with his shoulders against your thighs. The gentle, barely-there scrape of his teeth against you was enough of a warning that you forced yourself to lay still beneath him. 
At least, you tried to. Silco was demanding, pulling every bit of pleasure from you with a lack of mercy that left you feeling raw. It didn’t help that you were flat on your back, fully under his power, and surrounded by the scent and heat of him. Just the feeling of being overwhelmed by this man made you writhe and squirm and beg beneath him, pretty pleas falling from your lips faster than you could ever hope to push them away.
“Come, my pet,” Silco ordered, moving the minimum amount to make his command audible. “Fall apart for me.”
And then his mouth slanted over your slit once more, delving deep and inevitable as he ripped your orgasm from you with a ferocity that left you breathless - though you still found the air to cry out for him. 
When your pleasure had finally peaked and you fell into the post-orgasm lull - every muscle shuddering - Silco continued working his tongue over you. It wasn’t enough to push you fully into overstimulation, just enough to remind you that you were at his mercy. 
Silco pulled away from you, your legs fell from where they had been wrapped around him. Instead, he crawled up the length of your body, licking and touching all the while. Somewhere in the rush, he had managed to kick away his loose pajama pants, leaving every bit of him brushing every bit of you. You were slack with pleasure, but you still managed an arch of your spine as Silco pressed his length through your slick folds - not entering you, but ensuring you knew he was ready for you. 
“I will never tire of the noises you make for me,” Silco whispered, leaning down to tease the line of your neck with his lips. That was all well and good, but when he paused to suck a mark into your skin, your hips rose of their own accord. 
“Silco, please,” you begged, shocked at how quickly your need had risen up after being sated so completely. “Fuck me.”
Silco repositioned himself so he could peer down at you, one brow lifted high. “Such language from a well-known and renowned philanthropist! We expect better manners from the people of Zaun.”
“Silco…” you trailed, trying not to let it turn into a whimper. You weren’t entirely successful. 
“I suppose you did say please…” Silco mused. 
You nodded, trying to subvocally encourage him to keep going, but he rolled off of you instead. A litany of complaints rose to your lips, but you held them back for one simple reason: he had pulled you with him. 
The two of you were lying on your sides, staring at each other in the nest of body-warmed blankets that wreathed Silco’s bed. He pulled you close, then closer, positioning one of your knees up and over his hip. That opened you to him, not quite spreading you wide, but enough that the coolness of the room felt like a shock to your overheated core. 
Silco wasted no time, holding you in place with one hand on your hip and the other snaking along your spine until he could cup the nape of your neck. Then his length was spearing up into you and you stopped caring so much about where anyone’s hands were. 
He hissed at the feeling of your body’s grip on him, baring his chipped teeth in a silent snarl. When he had sunk as deep as he could get, Silco paused, giving both of you a moment to experience the way your inner muscles were working around him, and the way he was throbbing inside of you. 
Rather than employing his driving sprint toward the proverbial finish line, Silco seemed more content than usual to take his time. The lazy push and pull of his hips between your thighs left you surging up and pushing down in time, meeting him at the apex of each stroke. Still, the motion managed to be steady and metered rather than frantic. 
And the pace wasn’t the only unusual thing about the experience. No, Silco seemed to be insisting on eye contact. The first time you had looked away, unable to bear the directness of his gaze locked on yours, Silco’s hand had traveled from your neck to your chin. After he had levered you back into looking at him, he gritted out, “Eyes on me, pet.”
The rumors around the Undercity were that Silco’s orange iris was a result of getting an acid or toxin in his eye. You had always chalked that up to ridiculous superstition, egged on by Silco’s employees as an easy way of increasing his credibility among potential challengers.
But just then, you felt like that eye was eating into your very soul. It didn’t seem so impossible, not when you were locked in Silco’s embrace with the orange fire of his ruined eye casting the only light in the room. As soon as you had seen that startling glow set against the backdrop of his darkened room, you couldn’t have looked away even if he would have let you. 
Silco stared at you for the remainder of your session. He watched as he thrust deeply into you, watched as you made a desperate noise for him, watched as he made a desperate noise in return. His gaze stayed on you as his fingers drifted downward to toy with your clit. Those eyes went half-lidded, heavy with pleasure as you tightened around him, but you could see the way they were still locked on you. 
It was impossible to say whether the eye contact was pushing you closer to the edge, but you certainly felt as if your skin was burning with the intensity of it all. Silco’s hand on your hip tightened and loosened, flexing almost as if he was kneading your skin. You flexed under his touch, your leg drawing further up along his side. 
And then he pushed inside of you again. The new placement of your knee left Silco driving into that incredibly sensitive place in your core. If the look on his face - intrigued, eager, and self-satisfied - was any indication, Silco knew exactly what was happening. A few more pumps inside of you and a shaky circle traced around your clit and you were left gasping as another orgasm slammed you into space.
Shaking, pleading, struggling for air… yet you had no trouble keeping your eyes locked on Silco’s face. His mismatched eyes became an anchor for you, the only thing that helped you keep your balance in the overwhelming tide of pleasure. 
As far as you could remember, you had never orgasmed while holding eye contact with someone. At least, not in a way that even approached this level of intensity. It felt like Silco was drinking you in with the way his gaze was fixed on you. Even when he withdrew and spilled into the pajama pants he had left lying nearby, his attention was utterly focused on you. 
You made some kind of noise as Silco settled on his side next to you. It was one of surprise, but you tried to play it off as if you had started to say something. Even then, it seemed like a bad idea to show any sign of vulnerability to Silco. 
“That- That was… incredible,” you admitted eventually. 
“I quite agree,” Silco said, resting his head on his pillow. As his natural eye began to close, you turned, intent on leaving him to rest. 
To your utter shock, his hand latched around your waist, tugging until you fell backwards. When you were lying with your back to Silco, he moved slightly closer and let out a sigh. “In fact, I’m afraid I must insist that you stay here.”
“...Stay?” you repeated, voice faint in the darkness. 
“At least for a short while.”
You cleared your throat, hoping to sound cheerfully nonchalant as you replied, “I was actually counting on you showing me the way out of here. I think I might end up dying in the labyrinth, otherwise.”
“When the sun rises, you may leave,” Silco decreed. His hand - painted deep gray against the blackness of his room - gestured toward a door across from the bed, half-hidden behind a shallow wall. “That door will take you back into my office.”
“Oh.”
Silco seemed to read something in your brief response, and his voice was careful when he said, “Unless you really do not wish to stay.”
Silco was a ruthless murderer. He was a chem baron, one who manufactured Shimmer with the aim to addict an entire city. He was violent and rude, and had been extorting you for the better part of a year. And yet… he sounded so uncertain of himself and his invitation, you couldn’t bear to turn him down. 
Instead, you did your best to relax. “I’ll stay. But only until dawn. If I’m out much later than that, the people at the Haven will start to get suspicious.”
“Until dawn, then,” Silco agreed. 
In the quiet hush of the darkened room, your wakefulness began to fade. With your interrupted rest and the physical exertion of the evening, sleep was chasing you faster than you could run. Just before you dropped off, you felt something brush the nape of your neck. It could have been one of Silco’s fingertips or it could have been a pair of lips…
Either way, the touch was almost unbearably tender.
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Author's Note - Quick reminder that this story is set between acts 1 and 2 of Arcane. Because of that, Jinx is younger than in the majority of the show, and is still somewhere between Powder and Jinx.
Sorry for posting this a little late! Hope you enjoyed it anyway.
I don't offer a taglist for mature works, but you can find other fics on my masterlists (desktop or mobile).
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I had to take a prolonged break but I'm back and still asking for Monstra Non Sumus for WIP Wednesday please!
Hey! Good to see you! I missed seeing your name in my ask box. I hope your break was alright and nothing too bad. Glad to have you back!
Btw, we're in a nice juicy part, so thank you for asking me to continue! After this scene is done the first chapter will be ready for AO3
He attempted to dig his nails into the polished concrete, tried to ground himself as he was filled more and more. Inch by inch the other wolf crept inside of him, past that entrance of pain, past the point of ungodly pleasures that sent spasms of electric bliss up his spine. It pickled his brain in the moment, caused his caged cock to twitch and pump precum out of the urethral tube like he had never experienced before.
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spncreatorsdaily · 6 months
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Chapters: 37/37 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Alfie (Supernatural), Daphne Allen, Claire Novak, Jack Kline Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Assassins & Hitmen, Alternate Universe - Human, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Murder Husbands, Sort Of, Tattooed Castiel, Sam is truely innocent here, Destiel - Freeform, Background Sabriel, Light BDSM Summary:
Dean is pretty content with his life. He is getting Sam through college, even though their father died a few years back, and they are not exactly living like bums. The only downside is the way he makes the extra money. He followed in his father’s footsteps and became an assassin. But, he has some standards left, thank you very much. He only kills douchebags who deserve it. Giving karma a much needed helping hand. When he actually finds a boyfriend he loves, all seems to be perfect....
Castiel hasn’t had the best of lives. Being kicked out of his parents home because he is gay ended up with him living in South Korea for a decade and a half, but now he is back in the States, working as a waiter for his brother, Gabriel. But coincidentally he also works for one of the family businesses. These businesses are not the nice, high-rise office ones. Michael runs a tight ship in the assassination world, and Castiel is one of his top employees. When he ‘steals’ the hit of another assassin, things start to change...
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lanevra · 4 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil Characters: Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien), Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale Additional Tags: Weird Elven Sexual Mores, Dalish Elven Culture and Customs, Asexual Character, Drunk Sex, First Time, First Kiss, Porn With Plot, Post-Canon, Post-Battle of Five Armies Series: Part 1 of Wood and iron Summary:
A guest arrives at Sigrid's wedding whom the Bard invited, but didn't really expect to show up.
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thejennifers · 2 years
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It is amazing how the hair, makeup and costumes really transform Ana de Armas (who I never would think of as looking like Marilyn) into Marilyn Monroe in BLONDE (on Netflix this month - NC-17 rating and all)
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rondracofest · 1 year
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FEST FIC: Ron and Draco Go on an Island Adventure [Gee Thanks, Hermione] (NC-17)
Title: Ron and Draco Go on an Island Adventure [Gee Thanks, Hermione] Author: @schmem-14 Rating: NC-17 Prompt: #62 Seriously intense tropical fucking on a beach Word Count: 15k Warning(s)/Content: No Archive Warnings Apply Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Draco loves Ron. Ron loves Harry. And Harry's getting married to Theo, which leaves Ron on the verge of a full-on mental breakdown. It's up to Draco to keep Ron company during these trying times. [Oh, and did I mention, Hermione sneakily banishes the two of them to a tropical island for a month?] Notes: Hope I did your prompt justice, Emmatheslayer! ❤️
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Story idea:
A modern au about how Penelope and Colin are childhood friends who know everything about each other except the fact that Colin is a Dom. Basically Penelope has been in love with Colin but never knew so she’s trying to figure out how her best friend/ nicest guy in the world is in to some heavy kink. Then Colin like offers to show her and then so on and so forth. I really love the idea that there are two sides to Colin one side that everyone loves and thinks he’s the best but then Penelope sees the real more well rounded side of him.
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fine-nephrit · 21 days
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🥏 TXF Fic Rec #27: "Five Years and One Night" by Shalimar
Today’s fic is an angst-ridden, plotty, gripping story dealing with the fallout in “Emily”. It starts with Scully transferring to a position in LA after a post-“Kitsunegari” fight, and six months later, Mulder shows up at her door. The revelation of Scully’s stolen fertility and Mulder’s concealment of truth from her in "Emily", something never properly addressed in canon, is satisfyingly explored here.
This fic ticks many of my favorite angst boxes: reunion after a bitter rift and separation, jealousy, electric UST leading to hot smut, posing as a married couple, hopelessly in love but it’s complicated with baggage (including a baby tossed in the mix), and a well earned happy ending after enduring loads of hurt. The momentum of the plot is engrossing, and the tension doesn’t let up till the very end. My eyes were glued to the screen throughout this wild ride.
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🥏 on Gossamer 🥏 audio version on @audiofanficpod read by @stephr1026
length: novel, 83,000+ words season: season 5 pairing(s): M/S UST to RST tags: AU, action-adventure, angst, episode-related, Emily arc, jealousy, rift, separated/reunited, baby fic, pretend couple, Scully-pov rating: explicit/NC-17
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codswalloping · 1 year
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You know when you get a harebrained idea for a fic and the sensible part of your brain says “oh, haha, you really shouldn’t write that,” but then the feral goblin part takes over and says NO, WE’RE GONNA, THOUGH and you spend the next few days in a driven haze unable to eat or sleep or do anything but Write The Weird Fic
I damn near broke myself on this one and I am WILDLY pleased with the result, but mind the tags, it’s basically a kink-drenched dubcon medfet fever dream
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final-girl96 · 11 months
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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Twenty-Six
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"I'm not going to that party," I said. Randy and I were walking across campus to the cafeteria for dinner. "Oh, come on. Why not?" He asked. "So you forget what happened at the last party we were at?" He rolled his eyes, "you mean the last party you were at. I've been to other parties. And the murders at the theater have nothing to do with us." I scoffed at his denial. "You are in such denial! Randy, two people were killed at a movie based on our lives!"
He stopped in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Look, I know you're worried about Stu coming back. But come on, don't you think he would have already if he was going to?" If only he knew the truth. The truth that Stu was back and I've been giving in to him. "You're going to that party with me. Plus, Dewey is here. He's not going to let anything happen to any of us."
I stood around, a drink in my hand out in the backyard at the Sorority party. Randy had showed up at my dorm with Mickey of all people. "See, this isn't too bad." I looked over at Randy and gave him a deadpanned look. "Oh, yeah, so fun!" I said sarcastically. "Nothing is going to happen, just relax and have a good time. I'll be back with more drinks!" He walked back into the house and I stood there awkwardly.
"Yn? I didn't know you were coming." I turned around to see Sid and Hallie coming up to me. "Randy forced me to come." Just then Randy came to stand beside me handing Hallie and Sidney a drink. "Took you long enough," Sid said to him. "You need to get out of that damn room of yours and stop being a hermit crab."
Mickey came over saying something about a movie sequel to Randy and they both walked off, Hallie went off another way and Sidney went to sit down with Derek. A flash of blond hair caught my eyes and I snapped my head to the right to see Stu talking to some girl. What caught me off guard was he was wearing glasses. There has only been a handful of times that I've seen him wear his glasses.
I watched him talk to the girl, well more like she was talking to him but he was paying more attention to me. I flinched when someone came up beside me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I looked up to see a guy, dark hair and green eyes smiling at me. I raised my eyebrow at him and he let out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, I'm Luke, I'm in one of your glasses with you."
"Oh, okay? Did you need something?" I asked. He looked down and shook his head, a blush tinting his cheeks. "This is stupid. I–um…I just want to tell you that you're beautiful and an amazing singer. I've heard you in the studio a couple times. I wasn't like…stalking you or anything though!" I gave him a small smile and chuckled. "Thank you. That's very kind of you."
I looked back over to where Stu was but he was no longer there. "So, you major in music or…" he shook his head. "No, I'm a film major." I nodded my head, "oh. So you know Randy then?" He nodded his head, "yeah. Can I ask you something?" He asked. "Uh…yeah," I said, nodding. He looked around and let you a breathy laugh. "Has he always been so…how do I phrase this…"
"Overly dramatic? Obnoxious? Loud? Yes. Yes, he has been. He's very passionate about movies. He actually brought the film club back to our high school his freshman year. Convinced the principal to give him a week to get at least ten students to join." We both laughed. "You went to Woodsboro, right?" He asked, with a smile still on his face. I took a deep breath before nodding. "I did. Yeah."
"I'm sorry for what happened. I don't think I'd ever leave my room again if something like that happened in my hometown. Hell, my mom probably wouldn't let me out of the house." I didn't say anything and his smile dropped. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'll admit I know who you are but that's not why I wanted to talk to you. I do find you beautiful. I was actually hoping maybe…maybe if you'd like to get coffee or something."
"Something happening across the street! The police are over there, come on!" Everyone started to rush back into the house and Sidney came over to me. "Come on." I gave Luke an apologetic look and followed Sidney. As we were getting ready to leave I stopped. "Shit, I forgot my jacket. I'll be–" a hand clamped over my mouth. "Do you not listen to anything I say?!"
I pushed Randy away from me. "No! I do not listen to anything you say. Now, I'm going to go get my jacket!" I turned and walked back into the house. I walked into the living room and over to the couch where I left it but it wasn't there. A hand landed on my shoulder and I yelped. "Sorry! You were just taking a long time." I turned around, putting my hand on my chest. "Jesus, Sid! I'll be out in a second."
"Where's your jacket? Do you need help finding it?" She asked. "I thought I left it on the couch but it's not here. I'm going to look upstairs and I'll be out I promise." She shook her head, "I'm helping you." I sighed and nodded before heading for the stairs. Just as I got there the phone rang. I looked back at Sidney and she shook her head. I went to head upstairs when she called out. "I found it!" She came over and handed it to me and we walked towards the door.
I paused when the phone rang again. "You girls ready?" Derek asked. "Yeah, in a second." I walked over and answered the phone. "Hello?" There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before the modulated voice spoke. "Hello, yn." My whole body froze. "What do you want?" I asked. "What's your favorite scary movie?"
I rolled my eyes. "Real original. If you're going to kill me just don't already you fucking coward!" I yelled. A deep chuck sounded from the other side of the line. "My pleasure." My head snapped to my left when the voice didn't come from the phone. Ghostface stood near the door, knife in hand and tiled his head. "Sidney!" I screamed and he charged at me.
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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?)
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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!
Thanks for reading! I know everyone is weird about commenting on smut fics, but I would love to hear what you think so far! And special thanks to the people who have shared their thoughts on prior chapters!
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blue-eyedbeta · 7 months
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Requesting some Monstra Non Sumus for WIP Wednesday please!
/as Oprah/ : you're getting a cut. And YOU'RE getting a cut. EVERYBODY GETS A CUT!
(and seriously, just a reminder to people that when I finally get this first chapter up and it gets posted; it's going to have explicit ratings and tags FOR A REASON.)
It was too bad that Kate was a mad woman with an apparent hall full of aces to grind. Stiles knew that this wasn't going to be pleasant, but he had hoped that at the very least, it wouldn't be as bad as Rasputin the hound. He was wrong. The huntress had absolutely no care as her latex-clad finger pressed into him.
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spncreatorsdaily · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, (mentioned) - Relationship, Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Mentioned Gabriel Additional Tags: Destiel - Freeform, mentioned sabriel, Masturbation, Pining, Fluff and Smut, gratituous use of screenshots, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam is being a little shit about it, One Shot Series: Part 2 of Late-night Discord plot-bunnies Summary:
Finding Sam face down at his laptop sends Dean spinning into self-discovery, quite litterally. Cas thinks Dean is in trouble, and darts to the rescue. Boy, is he in for a surprise.
Meanwhile Sam, (to quote Marie from the 200th episode: “(my) sweet, brave, selfless Sam) had knowingly let the info open for Dean to see.
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