Daphne

I post and write about my hyperfixations.  Masterlist

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I NEED a gif of that scene with Alastor drinking and smoking

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Here's multiple, they're not mine tho plucked them from tumblr somewhere

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Mick Schumacher at the WEC Spa-Francochamps pitwalk

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Logan Sargeant signing fans' and his own cap for fans when leaving the Dutch GP 25/08/2025

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Mick and Corinna Schumacher leaving the Dutch GP together on race day 25/08/2024

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Mick and Corinna Schumacher entering Circuit Zandvoort together on raceday 25/08/2024

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Lewis Hamilton leaving the Zandvoort track while greeting Dutch fans on raceday.

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Carlos Sainz leaving the track after the Zandvoort GP 2023.

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For the depraved Mick girlies on here. Mick Schumacher arriving to track on raceday.

Dutch GP

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Kinktober Day 3

Exhibitionism with Commander Thorn x fem!reader, feat Corrie Guard

Prompt list by @the-purity-pen

Kinktober 2021

Tag list for Kinktober 2021

Regular tag list

Warnings: NSFT (exhibitionism, voyuerism, cross-faded sex, multiple partners, dirty talk), drug and alcohol use. Everybody is a lil’ tipsy/high but not enough to not give consent you feel?

Can be considered part of Candy Girl but not a prerequisite

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39th Clone battallion honorable member Medcat

Finally got around to writing the origin story of the 39th mascot origin story. (about a year later)

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Medcat’s story begins in a place where Tooka are not usually found. Somehow and for some reason she made her way from the lower levels of Coruscant well onto topside. She even made it as far as the Jedi temple and its hangars. This is where she had the pleasure of meeting our soldiers.

The 39th was off duty that night and off duty means 79’s. Clik, Craze, Stitch, Rif, Poison and Marker took Pad out for his first free night on Coruscant.

“Vod, you are going to love this.” Clik put his arm around Pad’s neck, pulled him close and ruffled his hair with his free hand. They’d had a few tough missions so this is exactly what they needed at the moment.

“Who’s willing to bet that the shiny will throw up before the night is done?” Marker spoke. Pad removed himself from Clik’s grip and glared at him. “I am no shiny.”

A few laughs erupted from the group. “Come on Marker, give the kid a break. I think he won’t throw up until we get back to the barracks.” Rif said, clapping Pad on the shoulder while more laughs broke out into the city.

Marker eventually turned out to be right. Pad had spent quite some time in the bathroom with Stitch beside him. When they returned from the bathroom they all decided it was time to return to their barracks and hit the hay for the night. They collectively stumbled into a cab and made the driver’s life a living hell for the ride.

This is where the Tooka came in. She was hanging out right beside the barracks when the troops came back from their nightly adventures. She was rummaging through some trash laying beside the entrance. Stitch was the first one to notice her. The rest of the men clumsily stumbled into the cruiser while he remained behind.

He gently stuck out his hand to the little kitten. She was shy, probably not treated very well during her small time of existence. He decided to take out a small piece of his ration bar to give to the small animal. She immediately ran to him when he offered it and he was able to pick her up after that.

She started purring as soon as he started petting her fur. Stitch, a clone trooper that had never held a live animal in his hands before felt utter joy at the sensations. He was in love and he knew his brothers would be as well. So he took her inside.

He gave her some meat and decided to hide her in the medbay but one look at the face of the scared little kitten made him reconsider his actions. He took her with him into the barracks. When he softly put her down next to his pillow she fell asleep almost instantly. He laid his head on his pillow and fell asleep with his hand on top of the soft and warm kitten.

The next morning was a lot less peaceful. The troops were woken by a booming voice.

“What in the KRIFFING HELL.” Poison had woken up with the little Tooka kitten on top of his chest. His yells had scared the little girl which made her hide underneath the bunk beds.

“Poison, dude. Headache.” Craze’s groggy voice came up. The next person to speak was Stitch.

“Where is she? Kitty kitty kitty… Poison, what did you do!” He looked distressed.

“There was a furry animal on me, what do you expect me to do?”

“Cherish it! Where did she go?” He was now frantically searching all over the room.

“How am I supposed to know!” But Stitch wasn’t listening anymore. He was now crawling across the floor, looking under all the beds with a piece of dried meat in his hand. “Everybody be quiet or I will stick a needle in your ass.” When they quieted down you could hear a faint meowing from underneath Poison’s bed.

“Move your feet.” Poison complied and put his feet on his bed. Stitch crawled underneath it and his muffled voice came out. “Don’t be afraid kitty. He’s not going to hurt you. Yeah you like that don’t you. Good kitty.”

“He’s really lost his marbles now hasn’t he.” Rif spoke.

“Pretty sure that happened before his training even started.” Craze chuckled.

“Stitch, what are you even looking for? Is this one of your episodes? Do we need another medic because I’m pretty sure you’re hallucinating.” Clik climbed out of his bunk and was about to pull Stitch out from underneath the bed when a blur of something orange came running out.

“Wow, what the-” Clik stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet before falling on his ass.

“Told you there was something furry. Stitch, you better get this thing out of here or-”

“Got her!” Stitch was at the other side of the barracks holding a, now purring, orange little tooka. “See, I was not hallucinating.” He crossed the room back to the rest of the men.

The doors to the barracks opened. Pad walked in on his brothers looking at him with wide eyes.

“Phew, it’s you. Thought it was the general.” Rif wiped his forehead.

“Why? What are we hiding from her?” He looked around the room for anything incriminating. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Stitch moves out from behind his brothers with the little Tooka still in his arms.

“You took an animal into the barracks!?” Pad walked over to Stitch and the little animal. “You know that that’s not allowed!” He sticks his hand out to pet her, she buds his hand with her forehead to show affection. “She’s really cute though.”

“But, we cannot keep her.” Clik interjects.

“I agree.” Poison muses from his bed.

“Besides Poison’s personal preferences, if the general finds out-”

“Finds out what, commander?” In all the commotion and arguing the troopers had not heard the door to the barracks open and their jedi general Trinity Shyrn enter.

“Ehh, that- ehm.” Rif tried to save them out of this but when Shyrn crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly he caved and stepped aside. “We have a Tooka. Stitch took her in.” He got some nasty looks for spilling that.

“But we were going to get rid of it.” Clik tells the general. “She smells anyway.” Poison added.

“Pad seems to enjoy it.” Marker notes. He had been enjoying the interactions from his top bunk until now. Pad had been cuddling the tooka on his own respective bunk. They don’t think they ever saw him this calm, especially in the face of possible punishment.

“Your tooka seems to have a calming effect, Stitch.”

“It seems that way general. Which means…” His brothers could tell what he was thinking and it was poison that wanted to talk him out of it.

“Stitch, don’t do this.”

“Which means I could classify the tooka as medical equipment and. And you would have nothing to say about it.” Stitch continued nonetheless. The general chuckled.

“I guess you could look at it like that. Nothing I can do to stop you. Just make sure she, it’s a she, doesn’t make a mess of the Veridian if you decide to keep her.” The general winked and walked out of the barracks.

“How in the hell did you just do that?” Craze asked.

“I don’t know. All I do know is that as of today we have a pet. Medcat.”

Multiple groans sounded across the room. But Pad and Medcat didn’t notice.

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General Trinity Shyrn for visuals:

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Patching her up (Vander x Reader)

As I promised. The Vander fic!!

I know I said it was gonna be 2k but I got a little carried away...

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: The usual f/m smut.

Notes: Let me know if you guys like it and if you want more and what you would want!

She woke up in a bed and she was not alone. Let me explain.

She was ambushed the night before by a group of enforcers trying to get the dirt on the attack in Piltover. She obviously didn’t give them anything and severely kicked their asses. The only problem was that they had done their own fair share of damage to her. There was one obvious place to go with injuries like this, The last drop.

The last drop was her place of employment. Bartending and serving the (mostly drunk) customers together with Vander. It was not just the place where she worked, it was her home too.

She stumbled her way through the streets of Zaun. She made her way to the entrance of The last drop, becoming more tired with every step. But she made it. She opened the door and to her luck the place was almost empty after hours. She leaned her shoulder, and her body weight, on the doorframe.

Vander was standing behind the bar. He held an old rag, using it to wipe spilled liquids off the counter. He looked up when he heard the door open. “We’re clo-” He stopped what he was saying when he took a look at the way she stood in the doorway. She was slumped against the doorframe, holding her side with one hand while the other just hung to her side. Her face was covered in some minor cuts and her cheek was starting to bruise.

“You got a drink?” She managed to get out before stumbling her way inside while holding her left hand on her side. She was sore. Vander all but jumped over the countertop of the bar to rush to her. He swung her left arm over his shoulder while bending down to put his arm underneath her knees to pick her up. She groaned because of the way her body folded over when he lifted her off the floor. She groaned again when he put her down on a chair in a room she imagined to be his bedroom.

The room was made from old rotting wood, just like the rest of the last drop. It was barely decorated. A big unmade bed stood in the far left corner, the mattress looked worn but so was hers at home. In the far right corner of the room he had a desk. It was covered in papers and pencils. She guessed that he used that for bar bookkeeping. The only decorating she spotted was the window that was built into the room and an old frayed rug on the floor.

While she was taking in her surroundings, Vander was frantically searching around his room to find something to dress her wounds with. He found some rags which looked clean (enough) and some alcohol. He returned with the materials and saw her staring around the room, she didn’t even notice him coming back in. He walked over to the chair she was sitting on and kneeled in front of her. When he put a hand on her cheek her eyes shot to look at him, staring into his eyes. He tilted her head so he could see the bruises better.

“Who did you piss off for them to do this to you.” Here we go, she thought. The scolding. She winced when he put a rag with some alcohol on it on a cut on her face.

“This is nothing, you should’ve seen the other guy.” She smirked as he sighed. She tilted her head back to it’s normal position and could now see the worry and disapproval in his eyes. She smiled at him and put her small hand on his cheek.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, gives you more wrinkles.” She snorted at his eye roll. “No but seriously, I think most of the blood is the other guys’. I might look like shit but I was mostly tired.” He chuckled.

“You do look like shit. But you’re not getting rid of me that easily, I wanna check for injuries before I’ll let you go.” Now it was her turn to roll her eyes at him. Big softie that he is.

“Fine, what do you want to check?” She lifted her arms in a T position to show she was going to cooperate. She saw him look up and down her body, probably looking for bloodstains that could possibly be hers.

“Your back. And sides.” He used his hand to motion her to turn around on the chair she was sitting on.

“If you wanted me to take my shirt off you could have asked sooner.” She wiggled her eyebrows and turned around. She missed the blush that creeped on his cheeks when she called him out. She crossed her arms to reach the opposite ends of the ham of her shirt and lifted it straight off her head. She was glad to be wearing a bra today.

Vander scanned her back and gently lifted her arms to look at her sides. He realised that she was right. Most of the blood was from her opponents. She herself was mostly bruised. He grabbed the bowl of cold water he brought and wet a rag with it. He put the cold wet rag on her skin where a bruise was beginning to form. She tensed up when the cold fabric touched her skin, goosebumps forming instantly. His other hand was on her waist, holding her steady. She was painfully aware of his calloused fingers on her skin. As was he.

He put the rag back into the water when he felt like he cooled it enough. She didn’t notice though. She was deep in thought, imagining his hands sliding over her skin and discovering the rest of her body.

“You can turn around now, I wanna check the rest.” She was pulled out of her daydream by his voice. She cleared her throat.

“Haven’t you seen enough yet?” She turned around and looked at him with raised eyebrows and nothing but mischief in her eyes. He just looked at her. Her eyes, nose, cheeks. Lips. His eyesight moved lower, her collarbones came into view, then her breasts still covered in her bra. He lingered a moment too long before moving to her abdomen. Her abdomen was a little bruised as well, not as bad as her sides so he decided to let it go for now.

They had been friends for a while now but he had never seen her with this little clothing on. It didn’t surprise him that he liked what he saw, he always knew that he had a soft spot for her. So did she, she knew her feelings for him.

“So doctor, am I cleared? Or do I need some internal research too? There’s plenty of spots for you to discover.” He looked away from her abdomen to look at her face, shock filling his facial features.

“I- What?” If she felt uncomfortable in any way she hid it well.

“Well, I could have any sort of internal bleeding you know. Figured you’d want to find out.” She knew that she definitely didn’t mean it like that but the surprise on his face made her back out of her forwardness. What she didn’t expect was him clearing his throat while looking, disappointed? So she gathered up the courage again.

“I mean, unless you had something else in mind.” He looked at her again. He came closer and brushed some loose strands of hair out of her face. He left his palm on her cheek. His face was inches from her own.

“Are you sure?” He asked, a soft expression taking residence on his face. Her hand grabbed the bottom of his bicep, using him as leverage to scoot even closer.

“Very.”

She leaned in and closed the rest of the distance that was barely even between them anymore. Her soft lips met his dry ones. His free arm circled around her bare waist to pull her closer to him. He moved the hand that was on her cheek to her butt and lifted her up. She squealed into the kiss when he lifted her from the chair but folded her legs around his waist on reflex.

He sat down and in the process positioned her on his lap. He kept one of his hands on her butt, lightly squeezing it. Their lips move in sync, wanting to taste each other as much as they can. One of her hands is tangled in his hair, her other hand slid underneath his jacket from the front. She could feel his muscles move through the fabric of his shirt.

She untangled her hand from his hair to slide his jacket over his large shoulders. He let go of her waist and ass to shrug his jacket off. He flung it somewhere in the room, he would find it later. His hands found their way back to her body just underneath her bra. His fingers slid underneath the clasp and he pulled back from the kiss to look at her.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were plump. He could see the skin around her mouth becoming a little flushed because of his beard rubbing against it.

“This okay?” He asked. She nodded vigorously. He unclasped the bra with both his hands and slid it down her arms. The bra found its way to the floor very soon after. He took his time just staring at her bare torso. His hands were on her ribs, his thumbs rubbing the skin right underneath her breasts. She shivered at the sensation.

“Please, Vander.” She whined. One of his eyebrows rose.

“Please, what? I can’t read your mind y'know.” She sighed and grabbed one of his right hand with both of hers and put it on her breast. “Touch me.”

Vander chuckled at her actions. He flicked his thumb over her nipple, sending a small ripple of pleasure through her body. He grabbed the nipple with his thumb and index finger. He gently squeezed and rolled it between his fingers while bending down to connect his lips to the other breast. She rolled her head back and moaned at his actions. He lightly bit the nipple he had in his mouth before flicking his tongue over it. He let go of it with a pop and she could feel her nipple getting cold because of exposure to the air.

Before he gave the other nipple the same treatment he held her back and turned them around without warning. She fell with her back on the bed and let out a huff because of the impact. He was hovering over her now. His knees were between her legs and his hands leaned on the bed next to her shoulders. His head leaned down to work on the nipple he missed before. One of his hands gave the other some attention too.

She lifted her head to look at what he was doing, he was looking at her while sucking her nipple. She moaned and let her head fall back after she made eye contact with him. He let go of her nipple and crawled up higher. He kissed his way up past her collarbones and leaving lovebites in his path. He paid extra attention to her neck, exploring the skin and trying to find the spots that make her shiver. He found them and sucked and bit and kissed the spots as much as he could. Eventually he found his way back to her mouth, kissing her deeply once more.

She kissed him back as hard as he kissed her. Tongues swirling around each other and his beard once more scratching her skin. Her hands finally found their way underneath the shirt Vander was wearing and she tuggen it upwards. It was now bunched up underneath his arms. He unlatched his lips from hers to yank his shirt over the top of his head. Any clothing was starting to feel constricting at this point.

Her hands ran over the skin on his torso. She ran her fingertips past every muscle, scar and spot she could find. She tried to take in every detail she could see and remember it. When her eyesight passed his stomach and ventured further down she could see the bulge begging to be freed from its prison of fabric. Her hands worked on his belt in an instant. She got it loose in record time but when she tried to undo the button of his pants one of his big hands stopped her.

“You first darlin’.” He let go of her hands and undid the button of her trousers instead. Her own hands dropped at her side onto the mattress. He unzipped her pants and pulled them, together with her underwear, down her legs when she lifted her hips for him. Once again, the clothes were thrown somewhere into the room. She had drawn her knees together when her clothes were off, the cold air tingling her wet pussy.

Vander’s hands put some pressure on the inside of her knees so she would spread them for him. She did. He ran his hands down the inside of her thighs. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the movements and sensations. He moved a little further away from her after he circled his arms underneath her knees and pulled her down with him. He stepped off the bed and kneeled on the floor at the end of it, pulling her pussy right in front of his face. She was now leaning on her elbows so she could look at him.

He lifted one of her legs and started kissing down the inside of it. Her breathing picked up when he got closer and closer to her core. He was now hovering above her pussy, the leg he lifted now bent over his shoulder.

“This okay?” He looked at her face and she looked back. The look of him between her legs, inches from her dripping center made her thank whoever was listening for the sight. She wasn’t going to get any words out so she just nodded.

“Mhm.” She put some pressure on his shoulder with her foot to give him the message to get on with it. He smiled before pressing his lips on the tender skin of her core. He gave her short kisses before, without warning, pressing his tongue past his (and her) lips. She gasped when he dragged his tongue through her folds, only just slightly hitting her clit. Her hands were tangled in his hair.

After he licked a few stripes along the skin and had sufficiently enjoyed the way she tasted, he closed his mouth over her clit. Vander dragged one of his fingers through her folds before plunging it in her wet pussy. Simultaneously, he started sucking on her clit in short but intense pulses. She was thrashing around. She used the leg that hung over his shoulder to pull him closer to her core. Her toes were curled. She was moaning his name, telling him “Right there. Don’t stop.”. She could feel his beard scratching her thighs and his thick finger curling deep inside her.

She tasted like heaven to him, he couldn’t get enough. He lapped at her pussy like a dog that hadn’t drank in a week. His finger pumped in and out of her velvet walls, slick with her juices. He added a second finger and revelled in the sounds she made. He looked up at her and he could see her with her eyes closed shut. She was throwing her head left and right, not able to be still anymore. He groaned when she pulled particularly hard on a strand of hair attached to his head. His groan sent sparks through her body and turned out to be the last push she needed to reach her high.

She moaned his name and pushed his head away from her sensitive clit as the shockwaves of pleasure ran their way through her body. He still had his fingers inside her and could feel her walls clench around him, imagining what it would feel like if it was his cock instead.

“Such a good girl.” He said when he pulled his fingers out to stand up and pull his own pants down his legs. His cock was rock hard and already leaking juices from seeing her come undone like this.

She felt empty without his fingers inside. She whimpered when he took them out. Her whimper turned into a moan when she saw what he was hiding underneath his pants all this time. He was big. She sat up on her elbows again and scooted back a little when he came crawling onto the bed.

He hovered over her and she could feel the weight of his cock leaning against her groin. Her hips moved on their own accord and they both moaned when she felt his cock brush against her clit. He leaned down to kiss her while one of his hands grabbed the base of his cock so he could slide it through her folds. Her pussy was wet from her previous orgasm and slicked him up enough so he could slide into her with ease.

He groaned into her mouth when he felt her engulf his cock so easily. She dropped her head with her mouth wide open when he was fully sheathed inside. Their fast breaths filled the room. It was her turn to look at him. His eyes were closed while he tried to give her time to adjust to his size. He desperately wanted to move and she wanted him to as well.

She moved her hips and felt his cock move even deeper which made them both gasp once more. He took the hint and slowly pulled out before slowly sliding in again. Their body parts fit together like a jigsaw, slotting together as if made to be in that position.

She kissed his neck before speaking. “You’re not gonna break me you know. You can go faster.” He wasn’t gonna let her tell him twice and picked up the pace by a lot. He was now ramming into her and she was sure she would be sore the next day.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the burning of an orgasm in his belly. He put his thumb on her clit to help her along faster too. She moaned when he put pressure and started swirling his thumb. She too felt her orgasm approaching quickly. A few deep thrusts and swirls of his finger made her tumble over the edge once again. She arched her back as she moaned loudly. He could feel her walls clench around his cock. That was his last push. Vander groaned loudly when he buried himself deep into her pussy when he came.

He was careful to not put his full body weight on the girl and pulled out so he could collapse next to her. He pulled her naked body close to his.

“You okay darlin’?” He asked when he caught his breath again.

“Better now you patched me up.” They snorted before drifting off to sleep together.

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Little update on the Vander x Reader fic.

I'm at 1458 words at the moment and just started writing the smut. I'm guessing it's gonna turn out to be over 2k and I hope to have it finished either tomorrow or saturday.

Lil' sneak peak for yall below

Vander was standing behind the bar. He held an old rag, using it to wipe spilled liquids off the counter. He looked up when he heard the door open. “We’re clo-” He stopped what he was saying when he took a look at the way she stood in the doorway. She was slumped against the doorframe, holding her side with one hand while the other just hung to her side. Her face was covered in some minor cuts and her cheek was starting to bruise.

“You got a drink?” She managed to get out before stumbling her way inside while holding her left hand on her side. She was sore. Vander all but jumped over the countertop of the bar to rush to her. He swung her left arm over his shoulder while bending down to put his arm underneath her knees to pick her up. She groaned because of the way her body folded over when he lifted her off the floor. She groaned again when he put her down on a chair in a room she imagined to be his bedroom.

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Lewis Hamilton Edit

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Reblogging this because he is The Champion💜

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LH44 💜

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So, I just had to do this for my friend @daphne-fandom-writing

The end of episode 3 from Arcane with the song from The Lion King when Mufasa dies edited into 1 video

And why does it work so well?

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This music makes the scene hurt even more. I will be passing away now. 

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Wait I’m dying to know how you know Seb smells like Davidoff Cool Water!!

I don't know how long ago you sent this but better late than never I guess lmao. I know because of some Reddit post I think. It was from people that met him.

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Bored (Silco x Reader)

Warnings: This is shameless gay smut. 

Notes: I’ve been absent so long but Arcane inspired me so much and my friend really needed some Male Reader in his life. So yeah, Male Reader x Silco.

I will be working on the Vander x Female reader next. 

Word count: 3.1K

How he managed to get himself in this position is a memory he thinks he lost. It’s weird how that happens. Your brain decides that some memories are better lost than remembered and you’ll never know if it’s right. 

He doesn’t remember how he got here but what he doesn’t know either is if he’s going to get out of it. 

The room is lighter than he remembers it to be. It’s still filled with a thick smell of cigar. The light coming through the window is diluted by the swirls of smoke that circle around the room, it has the same green haze as the rest of Zaun. To his left is a futon. The bright red it used to be has been discolored over the years to a darker, brownish color. There is a painting slightly above the futon. The painting is an unusually calm scene. It pictures a scene of nature with colors that looked like they used to be bright blue and greens. Time hadn’t done the painting any good, the colors as desaturated as looked in the rest of Zaun. Right in front of him on the far end middle of the room there is a desk. The only decoration is a lamp shining a weak yellow glow onto the table and papers laying on top of it. There are far more details in the room but all he is focussed on is the chair behind the desk. The back of it is facing him, old cracked leather lining the chair. Smoke swirls from the other side of the chair, coming from the man he dreaded to see today. The reason he was here. His boss. The eye of Zaun. Silco. 

When the chair finally turned around the most feared man of Zaun came into his view. He could see his face as clear as day. It’s been long since he saw his boss, orders mostly coming from others. He looks as intimidating as he remembers. The icy blue of Silco’s right eye is a stark contrast to the fiery red of the other. His dark hair perfectly slicked back as it always was. The only difference he could spot was the increase in grey hairs along the side of his face. 

Many of the people in Zaun would flinch at the sight of Silco’s face, he understood why. Silco is an intimidating man but it had never been the appearance that made him feel like that. It’s knowing what his boss had done over the years and the many people that had lost their lives because of it. But even through all that he never feared him as much as his fellow citizens did. That might be his undoing today. 

“Please, sit.” The dead silence was interrupted by the raspy voice of the man by the window. The man summoned by him looks around the room, uneasy, until he picks the futon to sit on. It’s softer than he expected it to be, it was comfortable. It might be the only comfortable thing about this whole situation. “I assume you have no clue why you’re here?” 

He looks up from the wooden plank he was staring at on the floor. He tries to hide his surprise. “I-” He clears a rasp from his throat. “Ahem, no sir, I don’t.”

As much as he tries to hide it he knows the older man picked up on the microexpressions on his face. Silco takes a long drag of his cigar. The bud lighting up his face with an eerie orange glow for a minute. The younger man’s thoughts are rocketing through his brain as Silco takes his time in- and exhaling the cloud of chemicals. After the last bit of smoke has left his lungs he puts out his cigar on the ashtray, a faint shadow of a smirk appearing on his face as he takes in the younger man in front of him. 

“I’ve regretted that we’ve never had the opportunity to speak.” He pushes off from the table in front of him when he stands up. Silco was never unusually tall but he always commands a room when he stands up. The slender man is slightly hunched over when he stalks over to the couch the younger one was sitting on. Silco takes a seat next to him on the far end of the futon. The man could feel the fabric dip underneath the weight of him. Silco turns his head to look at him and leans in only a little. 

“Never knew we had pretty employees like you.” He sits back against the fabric behind his back. The older man’s eyes never leave the face of the other, it unnerves him. He could see the blue and red eye scan over his face, it took a lot of backbone for him to not look away. It was not just the body language that unnerved him. The comment, made to seem very nonchalant, surprised him. He would be lying if he didn’t like the danger that was dripping off of this situation but it still took all of his courage to actually speak up. 

“Why am I here?” He could hear the man across from him let out a low moan of satisfaction. 

“And a voice just as sweet.” The older man says while he eyes the other up and down. “To put it simple, I’m bored.” 

Bored? The man’s eyebrows furrow together while he tries to comprehend what was just said to him. It was hard to imagine that a man of his position could get bored, ever. He forgets his own position and speaks up. 

“Bored? You of all people are bored? If that’s the case, how in the hell am I going to help you with that.” 

He regrets his every decision the moment Silco tilts his head, thinking he’s in for it now. But he chuckles. He’s, amused? The younger man feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest. A wicked smile appears on Silco’s face. He reaches over and tilts the younger man’s head up with his index finger. 

“You have everything I need to help me with that, my boy.” Silco let’s the chin of the other man go and sits back against the futon again. His legs are spread and the man can’t help but sneak a look at what's between them, there’s a sizable bulge showing through the worn trousers. He finally understands what the dark haired man means to use him for. He’s surprised, yes, but what concerns him most is the growing bulge in his own pants. Silco seems to notice too as his eyes flicker down for a moment. 

“Why don’t you climb up, see if you like the seat.” He could still back out, stand up and walk away. There is a reason Silco let him sit closest to the door, so he could have a choice. But he doesn’t need to. He wants to do this. As disturbing as it might be to some. 

So he does, he straddles the most dangerous man in Zaun. Makes the man look up to him. He sits with his knees next to Silco’s thighs, his own thighs resting on Silco’s upper legs. Silco put his hands on the waist of the younger man, tight but not bruising. The man takes a few deep breaths to calm his heart rate which hasn’t gone down since he walked into the room. He looks down at the buttons that hold Silco’s vest closed. His own hands are on his thighs, not knowing what to do with them. 

Silco’s right hand starts to wander, sliding from his waist to rub the top of his thighs. The sensation sends shivers through his body. The older man speaks again. 

“You can touch me.” He’s glad that Silco said that. His hands move from his thighs to slide over Silco’s torso, moving from his stomach upwards all the way to his chest and then his neck. He feels the surprisingly soft fabric glide underneath his hands. Silco moves forward, close to the skin on the man’s neck. He could feel his breath on his skin and felt the goosebumps appearing. He tilted his head back when Silco’s mouth connected with his skin. He planted open mouth kisses on his skin, the younger could feel his tongue licking into the kisses. 

The younger man moved his right hand to cup the face of the older man. The right side of his face. Silco moved back in a blur he held the hand of the other man in a death grip inches from his face. He looks at the younger man with fury in his eyes but he doesn’t try to pull his hand away. And slowly Silco softens his grip on the other man’s wrist and lets his hand move closer to his cheek. Silco leans into the hand that is cupping his left cheek. He’s not used to the gentle touch on that side of his face and likes it more than he thought he would. He looks into the eyes of the man holding his face and sees no disgust or fear. He leans in and presses his lips to the younger man’s. 

This gentle show of affection quickly turns into something much more heated. Their lips move together to assert dominance and control which the younger man lets Silco have. One of Silco’s hands moves into his hair, his slender fingers finding a lock to pull his head back. As he pulls the lock the man moves his head back along with the finger while letting out a moan when Silco attaches his lips to his neck and starts sucking again. The hands of the other man move from the back of Silco’s neck to slide underneath his vest and shirt, feeling the muscles move underneath his fingers. He can feel Silco’s mouth suck his neck, he knows it’s gonna leave some marks. 

Silco unlatches himself from the man’s neck and leans back a little to lift the shirt he was wearing. After his shirt was off the younger man undos the buttons on Silco’s vest and shirt underneath revealing a pale slim chest. He runs his fingers over Silco’s chest as Silco himself takes in the state of the man on top. 

The man bends down to kiss along Silco’s neck and works his way down until he is kneeled on the floor between Silco’s spread legs. His fingers unbutton the tented trousers and slide them, along with his underwear, down his legs when Silco lifts his hips. The older man’s cock springs free against his stomach with precum already leaking from the tip. Silco throws his head back when the man, now below him, takes his cock into his warm hand. He drags his thumb over the head to slick his dry hand with the precum. Silco takes in a sharp breath when the man starts slowly pumping his hand along his cock, applying pressure in just the right places. 

He is dying to see the dangerous man crumble beneath him. He leans down to lick a stripe along the base of Silco’s cock before taking the head in his mouth. He lightly sucks on the hard skin in his mouth, feeling Silco grabbing his hair and applying pressure to push his head down. He obliges. He bobs his head up and down, hollowing out his cheeks as he goes. He can hear the man holding his hair speed up his breathing and the grip tightening on top of his head. When he looks up he is taken aback by the look on Silco’s face. He can only see part of it since his head is slightly tilted backwards but what he could see made his own cock twitch in his pants. Silco’s left eye is shut tight while the other is pointed up to the ceiling. The sight sends shivers through his body. He moved his own free hand from Silco’s bare thigh to palm himself through his pants. As soon as his hand connected to the prominent bulge he moaned around Silco’s cock. 

Silco himself couldn’t keep a grunt from escaping his well managed composure. When he felt the other man moan around his flesh his eyes snapped to look down at him. The sight of his cock deep in the throat of the man and the way his eyes were watering with effort could have made him finish in a heartbeat. Instead he pulled the man off of his cock with an obscene wet sound. Strings of saliva connected them until they fell on the floor beneath them. 

“Up.” Silco ordered the man. They were both breathing heavily, the sounds of their breaths filling the otherwise quiet room. 

The man obliged and before he could climb back on Silco’s lap he was interrupted. 

“Off. Take them off.” Silco gestured to the pants of the man. He did not let himself get told twice and unbuttoned them. He slid them down together with his underwear and kicked them away, he would find them later when he cared. His own cock was now exposed to the air around them, the firm body part standing proud. 

Silco grabbed one of the man’s hands and pulled him closer until he straddled him again. 

“Why don’t you open yourself up nicely for me boy.” Silco pulled the hand he was still holding until it was right in front of his face. He closed his lips around the index finger of the hand, swirling his tongue around it to wet it properly. When he pulled it from his mouth again the man wasted no second. He reached behind him, keeping his balance with his other hand on Silco’s thigh and Silco’s arm around his waist. He circled his finger a few times before pushing the finger past the rim. 

The sensation of his own finger in his ass combined with Silco’s hand pumping his cock and his mouth kissing and sucking all over his chest made it hard to keep a moan from sneaking it’s way out. Silco smirked when he heard the sound. 

“Don’t keep quiet for me. I want to hear you.” Silco started pumping his hand up and down faster while the man added a second finger, and then a third. The man just began thrusting into Silco’s hand when he pulled it away. Silco grabbed the man’s chin with his thumb and index finger and pulled him closer until his mouth was next to the man’s ear. 

“Think you’re ready for the actual thing?” Silco mused in his ear. He moaned at the thought of finally being filled. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Somewhere in the sensations he missed Silco lathering himself up with a slippery substance. He pulled his fingers out of his hole and mourned their absence. Silco gave one of his buttcheeks a small slap to indicate that he had to lift up. He lifted himself up a bit and scooted forward so Silco’s cock was lined up with his hole. 

One of Silco’s hands was on the man’s hip, guiding him down as the other held his cock in position. The man’s mouth fell open as he felt himself being filled to the brim. Silco groaned as the man took all of his cock inside. Tight and warm. 

When the man was fully seated on Silco’s cock he stayed like that for a minute to get adjusted to something breaching his hole. When he felt like it was okay to move, he did. He slowly started moving up and down, feeling Silco’s cock slide in and out of him. His ass burned from the stretch at first but this feeling turned into something very enjoyable very fast. Silco was guiding the man’s hips with his hand, pulling him down harder than he would have done himself. One of the man’s own hands was in his hair brushing back the sweaty strands that were starting to stick to his forehead. The other was leaning on the armrest of the futon, helping him to push himself up when his leg muscles get sore. 

The man moans when he feels Silco hit his prostate. He moans again when he looks down at Silco. The man once armoured with a steady resolve looked absolutely ravaged. He was letting out soft groans when the man would slide down on his cock. His left eye was closed and his lips were slightly agape. His hair, usually neatly combed back, was sticking to his forehead with some loose strands on the side of his head.

Both the man and Silco are quickly reaching their highs. The thighs of the man are now barely able to hold up his weight, let alone lift him. Silco seemed to notice. In a swift motion the younger man was now on his back on the futon, Silco still buried deep inside but now hovering over him. Silco maneuvers the legs of the man up and over his shoulders as he picks up the pace and ramming into him. He feels Silco’s cock repeatedly hit his prostate and moans out his name. 

“That’s right.” Silco pants. “Let me hear you.” Silco put one of his hands on the younger man’s own leaking member. He starts pumping it in time with his own thrusts to deepen the sensation and to get the man to reach the same high. The man is steadily increasing his volume when he moans, utting words that don’t make sense or can’t be understood at all. 

“I-” he moans “I’m cumming.” Silco pumps his hand faster and picks up the pace of his thrusts. 

Silco’s own hips start stuttering with imminent release. “That’s it boy, cum for daddy.”

The man lets out his loudest moans yet, cumming all over Silco’s hand and his own stomach in spurts. Silco himself groans as he pushes in deep one more time. He still inside the man when he cums, the warm liquid filling the insides of the man. The man feels limp, all his strength sucked out by his pleasure. They’re panting. The man whimpers when Silco pulls out and drops back onto the futon. He reaches into a small cupboard and pulls out a cigar and ashtray. He looks at the man beside him leaking with his own cum. 

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” 

He lights his cigar. He takes a deep breath of the chemicals, his heartrate slowly getting back to normal. The younger man would surely cure his boredom.