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norrizzandpia · 4 months

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Hiiii I love your writing so much!!! Can I request an imagine where Lando is streaming and the reader says something and lando is like “when I marry you” and the reader is like WHEN? And lando is all like in love and the stream goes wild. Then she leaves the room and lando is like “I can’t wait to marry her “ or smth…. Thank uuuuuu

When? (LN4)

Summary: Apparently, to Lando, it is not a question of if he will marry Y/n, it is when.

Warnings: none

Sitting in a swiveling chair beside him, Y/n peaks over Lando’s shoulder, watching as his car on the video game spins out of control before crashing into the barriers.

“Shit!” Lando screams, his body flying forward from his chair to hunch over.

Y/n giggles in the background as the chat berates Lando for his poor sim skills whilst also being a Formula 1 driver, “You’d think you’d be so good at this game?”

Lando shoots her a look over his shoulder, a warning glance, before he shakes his head with a snicker, “You try it, then.”

Y/n shakes her head, “Nah, I’m good. Leave it the professionals.”

Lando nods with a tsk, finding her presence and her words funny nonetheless. There’s a ringing on her phone that shakes them from their moment, Y/n picking it up and noting the unknown number.

“Hello?”

Murmuring sounds from the other side of the phone before realization flows through Y/n and she nods as she speaks, “Yes, sorry. I will ask my boyfriend for that right now. I’m not sure what the exact code is.”

The word code makes Lando mute his microphone, knowing if people found his apartment with the knowledge of the code to get in, all hell would break loose.

“Who is it?” He asks her.

“The delivery guy. What’s the code to get into the building?” Y/n replies, her free hand landing on his bicep as he turns around to fully face her.

Lando’s body warms at her touch, “2576.”

She nods and he unmutes the microphone, the couple going back to their old ways.

“You know, you could just make it easier for me and write the code on a piece of paper for me. Or at least let me write it in my Notes app. I always forget it.” She chuckles, noting the way the delivery man texts her he’s making his way up the stairs, gaining closer to the apartment.

Lando mindlessly laughs, “I don’t want it to get leaked or for you to lose the paper. Maybe when I marry you, I don’t know.”

The chat erupts as silence ensues behind him. Lando sneaks a glance at Y/n behind him, the girl jaw dropped, “When?”

His eyebrows furrow, “Yeah, when. What about it? You think I don’t want to marry you? You think I don’t already have it all planned out in my head?”

Y/n shakes her head, disbelief bleeding from her being, “Well, what a nice surprise!”

She giggles, still a bit taken aback, before leaning forward and planting a slobbery kiss on his cheek. One which he grimaces at and wipes away, although his heart beats faster in his chest at the gesture.

She smiles down at him as she stands up, mumbling about the food being there, as she lays another kiss yet this time meeting his lips. She stares at him a bit more before leaving the room, the two being lovesick in the way their eyes shimmered.

Lando, let alone for the moment, read through the chat and laughed at their words, “What do you mean ‘I’m crying, that’s so cute’ I thought people knew how serious I was about her?!”

Max laughs from the other end of the call, “Yeah, what? Lando has been talking about marrying Y/n since he first met her.”

More messages flood through and Lando can only smile blissfully, “Well, you heard it here first, folks. I can’t wait to marry that woman.”

At this point, the chat is triggered into a frenzy and Y/n looks bewildered when she comes back with the food, slightly overwhelmed at the volume of words infiltrating the screen.

“Jesus Christ, did Lando moan again?” She jokes, though by the way Lando doesn’t answer she actually worries for a moment.

He’s quick to reassure her though, “No, just informing the chat on how in love I am with you because apparently they didn’t know.”

Blush rises to her cheeks and Lando pulls her down onto his lap, the two digging into the two bowls balancing in her lap. There’s a chowing session between the two, their hunger taking over, as they continue to converse with the chat and Max.

Truly funny, though, the way the conversation steered into the topic of Lando and Y/n getting married as the engagement ring rest in the depths of his sock drawer, begging to be taken out and displayed on the finger of his favorite girl.

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vminizzle · 1 year

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are you gonna do it against the wall?

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : SMUT, fluffy tones

warnings : oral sex (f. receiving), teasing, penetration, unprotected sex, wall sex, creampie, cockwarming

words count : 0.8k

Heavily unedited since I’m exhausted. I promise I’ll correct the mistakes tomorrow

A/N : hi hi, I’m in my car waiting for my course in uni, so since I was free I decided to write. It’s short I know, I’m sorry about it. I’ll try to write something longer and better next. it’s my first time writing something about wall sex (I wanted to try smth new). Honestly, I was staring at pictures of Jungkook’s arms 💀 I really hope you guys will like it :) have an amazing day loves! - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED

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A gasp escaped your lips as your husband backed you to the wall pinning you against it. His fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

“I’m sorry for being late my love.” he whispered into your ear.

Jungkook bit your earlobe softly making you shiver. His fingertips dancing on the soft skin of one of your thigh, hiking your -his- oversized shirt up enough to reveal your panties as his hands find their places on your waist.

He pushed his boner against your lower stomach as he sucked on your neck slowly, the warm muscle wetting the skin a little.

“Why were you late huh?” you said trying to sound mad.

“mmh, I was with Jimin.” he answered nonchalantly.

“Are you cheating on me with him?“ Jungkook laughed slapping your thigh playfully.

“Don’t say that. It sounds weird.” he whined.

He started nipping at your neck again making you close your eyes at the sudden pleasure, fingers tangled into his black locks .

He suddenly stopped hearing the jangling of his belt buckle coming undone. You laughed quietly making Jungkook tilts his head.

“What?” he asked curiously.

“are you gonna do it against the wall?” you grinned as you raise an eyebrow.

“it’s new.”

"well, we have to try everything at least once in our life.” he shrugged smirking.

“Can I take these off?” he pointed to your undies.

You nodded, his fingers hooking into the cotton material pulling it down as he kneeled on the floor and throwing it away.

He grabbed one of your leg resting it on his shoulder.

"god.. look at how you’re glistening” his eyes locked on your folds.

“is it because of me?” he asked teasingly.

“shut up Jungkook ” you slapped his head lightly.

He laughed before kissing the inside of your thigh. His kisses were getting higher until he reached your core. He looked up at you before his head disappeared between your legs.

“Jungkook” you moaned as he placed a light kiss on your throbbing clit “so sensitive” he muttered.

He finally placed his lips on your glistening ones, sucking on them as he caressed your thigh gently.

“it feels so good fuck” you could felt his tongue dive into your entrance making you arched your back off the wall.

His nose brushing against your clit adding stimulation to push you on the edge of your climax.

When he felt your thighs trembling a little and trying to close around his head, he pulled away making you groaned.

“why!!!?” he got up placing a kiss on your cheek.

“I want you to come on my cock first darling” he said as he got rid of his shirt first then hiss pants and boxer.

He signaled you to jump by tapping on your thigh. You did as told, legs wrapped around his thin waist.

“Is it ok? Am I not too heavy?” Jungkook looked at your timid face.

“no you’re not, you’re perfect” he smiled at you reassuring you.

You hold onto his bicep, your other arm around his neck.

“you’re ready baby?” you whispered a yes as he aligned himself at your wet entrance.

He groaned as he entered you “you’re so t-tight oh god, you feel so good around me” he bit his lips, forehead already glistening with droplets of sweat.

After a few painfully slow thrusts you threw your head back as he hit your g-spot. He put his hand behind your head before it collided on the wall .

”Jungkook please go harder, I’m so so close baby” you moaned his name over and over as he whispered sweet nothings onto the skin of your neck.

“I’m so close too” he snapped his hips harder onto yours, his grip on your thighs tightening.

He moaned your name loudly as he came into you. He gently rubbed little circles on your clit giving you a little boost on reaching your orgasm.

You tangled your fingers into his hair pulling on the tresses harder than you’ve thought as you cum around him.

Your walls kept on tightening around him as he bit his bottom lip, eyes shut, the pressure around him making him feel lightheaded.

You connected your lips again in a loving kiss before sucking on his bottom lip making him moan.

"fuck I’m gonna cum" he threw his head back as his orgasm wash over him.

Jungkook rode both your high thrusting slowly into you.

He rest his forehead on yours for a moment breathing heavily, before walking you to your bedroom laying you gently on the mattress.

He was about to pull out when you hugged him making him lay on top of you.

“Aren’t you tired?” you asked caressing his muscular back.

“a little bit but-”

“let’s stay like this for a moment.. please” you pouted cutely making his heart melt.

He smiled kissing your pout “ as you wish my love”

“I love you Jungkook” he smiled covering your neck with little kisses.

“I love you too y/n” you hugged him tightly.

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A/N : well, I guess my readers realized that I’m into cockwarming.. I mean, I like writing it 💀 anyways, thank you for reading. Have a nice day :) or sleep well everyone ~

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rinbowaman · 8 months

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helloo this is my first time writing an anonymous thing or smth but can you write a scenario where heethan and readen are about to yk.. and readen suddenly ran away but heethan still catched her and gave her the most toe curling car yk..?

Warnings: cat and mouse vibes, chasing, capturing, predator vs prey vibes, slight bit of non/dub con, very detailed smut, hint of rough smut, unprotected smut, breeding kinks, overstimulation, oral (fem. receiving), fingering, finger popping (you know what that means....) dom! heethan (what else?....ofc he'll be dom!) and sub! readen. There is a small audio bit in this, just of breathing but still.... (NSFW) nothing too exaggerated just..i wouldn't listen in public, at least not without headphones.

Also, thank you to those of you that donated to my ko-fi!!!! Just for that, I made this smut extra good, so i hope you guys like it. This one.....if you want the full effect, maybe get your favorite treat and read this at night in your bed. 😉 I put a little bit more time into this one to reflect my appreciation for the donations. Enjoy!

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"Tonight was fun."

"heh, yeah." smirking, he responds teasingly while he drives on, keeping his eyes on the long country road as night falls. You both spent the evening enjoying dinner and a movie, deciding to finish it off with some stargazing at your favorite spot, the quaint and charming farm that he took you after you shared your first night with him.

Pressing down the button, you roll down the window and stick your hand out, allowing the air speed through your fingers. It felt warm, relaxing, and massaged your skin as you waved them against the current flow.

Parking the car, he shuts it off and leaves his door open to allow the fresh air to come in. You did the same. Staring through the windshield, you found it hard to gain a wide view of the stars, so you suggested sitting atop the hood, still warm from the running engine.

You both lay, side by side, and admired the cast of twinkling glimmers that sparked the dark canvas of the black horizon. There were even shooting stars, all of which you made your wishes, and hoped that someday they'd be granted.

"What did you wish for?" he calmly asks as he continues to stare off into the abysmal sky, resting his head on his hands.

"I can't tell you." you chuckled out. "It won't come true."

"That's a myth. Tell me." he smirks out. "Besides, we both know that any wish you make, i'm the one that's going to make it come true for you."

You reluctantly nodded, and opened up wholeheartedly as you elaborate the details of your wish. "I wished to be loved no matter what."

Turning his head to the side, he gives you a perturbed look as he tells you in his deep voice. "That goes without question. I'm always going to love you no matter what."

"yeah but...."

"but? there's a but? what the...." sitting up, he jolts out of his relaxed position and looks down as you shift your position and prop yourself on your elbows.

"I just...just in case you ever stopped loving me....I hope that someone will continue to love me. that's all."

".......that’s….” with a stern gaze forming in his eyes, he huffs out, “that won't happen. It’s impossible, I'll always love you."

"I know...but just in case-"

"But nothing!....what the Hell is wrong with you?" his tone started to reflect a flare of offense and annoyance. You gazed at him with a harmless countenance, you weren't trying to go out of your way to get him mad, you were just being honest. However, seeing the chaotic glare in his eye caused you to start shifting away, inching towards the outer edge of the hood, preparing to run. Sitting up and leaning against his palms, his eyes move around, and he notes your retracted movement in the opposite direction. Licking his lips and furrowing his brows, he issues a slight nod, antagonizing you as he speaks.

"Trying to get away?"

You gasped out with wide eyes. His words triggered you to make your move, the sudden flash of fear pinged you when you saw the malice in his eyes. Immediately, you rushed out and started to run out into the open field. You didn't know where you were running to, or where to go, all that you needed to know was that he was angry and you had to get away. Trailing through the wide open pasture, you barely made any distance before you felt the harsh grip on your wrist and a pull on your waist.

"Ah! Let go!"

Flinging you around, maintaining his hold, he drags you back into the car, nearly tossing you in the backseat. You desperately tried to open the door closest to you, but forgot that he had child lock features installed so that moments such as this, you wouldn't get away.

"Come here you fucking…!" he darkly issues as he grabs onto your arms, taking advantage of how your floral mini dress rose up to your upper thighs, revealing more skin, and allowing him easy access to the spot that would bring your will down, and break you.

"Stop! Heeseung I didn't mean anything by it! Why are you doing this?!" you yelp out, trying to push his hand away as he drags it against your thigh, going upwards and under the hem of your dress, while the other firmly loops over your waist, and locks on to your opposite wrist.

"Oh baby....you think after all that, you have the right to ask such a stupid question?.....OBVIOUSLY....i must not be showing you enough love...or making my love well known for you to think that i would ever stop loving you. hm?" he taunts out as he slaps your hand away and shoves his own in between your legs, all the while giving you a harsh stare.

Gripping on to your delicate panties, he feeds his fingertips through the mesh of the damask lace pattern, and begins to tear it to shreds, leaving tattered bits and pieces to pitifully drape around your right thigh. From there, it all went downhill.

First, he shoots his hand up and immediately penetrates your womanhood, using his two main fingers. It stung and was quite painful initially, yet immediately transitioned to a throbbing sense of pleasure as he thrusted them in and out slowly, causing you to grow moist. Taking his time to stroke them repeatedly, secreting the moisture of pleasure and pain mixed together, he pops his fingers out, reinserts, and repeats. As they nested inside your gripping walls, he waves them up and down, emitting a faint sense of pressure and relief as he pushes then upwards, massaging your walls before retracting them back down.

"Ah! Stop! Stop that!" The feeling was oddly pleasing, yet he took out his frustration as he harshly pressed against the softness of your interior muscles, sliding outwards, adding pressure towards the entrance and popping out when exiting. "Stop!!!" you screamed out, trying to wiggle your wrist free from his firm grasp, however, to no avail were you able to free yourself from his grasp. Maneuvering you to keep your thighs fully separated, he shifts legs to spread apart, using his kneecaps and thighs to guide you open, allowing him extended leverage to keep up with his performance.

He finally pauses, though it was obvious that it wasn't out of honoring your pleads. Because the second you felt his hand gripping your neck, you knew that he had other activities in mind, which he carried out....beautifully.

Swinging you over, he pins you on your back as he forcefully keeps you immobile. Rolling the top bit of your dress down, pulling the straps loose and exposing your breasts, he rolls the skirt upwards. The dress fitted you like a glove, and was made of a thin fabric that allowed him to nicely coil it around your waist without any excess bulk to interfere in exposing your entry, leaving you nearly fully ready for him to take. Placing gentle kisses along your skin, he trails his lips down, starting with the center of your abdominal core, down to your belly button, and reaching the center of your pelvic muscles.

Gasping out, your body shoots up, chest high towards the sky, yet was pushed back down and restrained from any further movement as he maintained his grasp around your pretty little neck. "He-Heeseung!" you yelled out. You were beginning to feel your body succumbing to the effects of his harsh love, it was thrilling and sensational. So much, that you started to wave your hips up and down the closer he got towards your spot, yearning for more.

His gentle kisses leave a line of wet prints on your skin, that delicate sound of his tender pecks fills the car and you reach up, grabbing onto the seats, desperate to dig your fingers into anything while you bear the weight of his sexual thrill.

Reaching the most tender piece of you, he hovers over your clit with parted lips, but does not initiate physical contact...not yet. Instead, he exhales his hot breath to coat over your slit, the very tip of his nose grazes against you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your back bends into a sharp arch, you dig yourself into the seat, head first, as you slur your moans. A slight bit of drool escapes the corner of your lips, all the while he continues to tease you and breathes out the hot vapors of his exhales onto your opening.

Flickering the tip of his tongue, he repeatedly taps it against your slit, at fast pace, occasionally twirling the very tip of it in circles against your clit. Starting off in tiny motions, he expands the width of his movements and slowly envelops your entire opening, the plush folds of skin including, and sucks it all in. The slight bit of pressure upon feeling him sucking on your entire womanhood was unlike anything you ever felt. The warmth of his saliva, the tapping of his tongue, and the softness of his cheek meshed into a beautiful melody of sensations.

Inserting his tongue in, you feel it slip inside and using the same circular motions, he smooths over your walls with repeated movement, massaging every interior inch of you.

Your hips buck up, and your thighs and rear cheeks begin to shake violently, you are barely able to catch your breath as they become shortened and increase in pace. Developing a hyper reaction, your blood pressure rises as you feel your heart soaring, as if it was about to burst out of your chest. A prickling tingle emerges at the bottom of your feet, while the throbbing numbness and vigorous pulsation of pleasure pounds your entire lower region. Choking out hitched gasps, you moaned out hysterically as he continued to show you his love.

Breaking slightly away, he admires your glazed womanhood under half lazy lids, before placing a soft and sweet kiss directly at the center, sending your mind out of this world. With the swipe of his tongue, he drags the tip upwards, and slowly trails it all the way up in between your breasts. Cupping the mounds in his hands, he softly tenderizes them with his tongue. He pelts them with his kisses, and pinches them with his nibbles.

Leaving small marks of his affection in your skin, your chest becomes a colorful canvas that contains hues of purple, red, and pink by the time he finishes. With subtle bite marks, he licks over them, leaving moist kisses with drops of excess saliva to coat over each tooth print. Shooting up towards the nook of your neck, he buries his face in, latching on with his mouth as he commits to giving it the same treatment as your breasts had succumbed to. His hat peels off upon the bill pressing against your head and falls to the floor, allowing him to shove his face deeper against your skin. Moaning aloud, you slam your hands on his arms and grip for dear life upon feeling the swift motions of his tongue gliding over your skin. His hips join your movements and dips low into your groin, waving upwards as he slowly dry thrusts in between your legs. Twirling his fingers around the shredded bit of your lace panties that barely clung onto your thigh, he spirals the threaded pieces, toying with the fabric as he plays with it while he continues to dip into your nude cavity hard, and deep.

Bucking your hips up against him, you break and admit defeat. No words were needed, just the simple gesture of your yearning was enough to trigger him to bring out the beast. Propping himself up, he lifts your frame and shifts your position once more, nearly flinging you atop as he holds onto you tightly, and guides you to straddle his lap. Spreading his legs wide, he pulls you in, chest to chest, face to face…

Preparing for what was about to come, your thighs shake violently and you frantically grab onto his broad shoulders. He was already beginning to buck his hips, holding you down as he firmly squeezed onto the right cheek of your derriere. Flinging your head back, your hair draping down and blankets over his hand, you leave your throat exposed and dead center to his sight as you perform your own movements by grinding against his clothed member. How does it always come to this? How does he always have this effect on you? Knowing damn well that it all started with you running out of fear when he dispelled his psychotic gaze. Yet, as contradicting it may have seemed to others, there was something about it all that made you love it…love him. Even when he looked fearsome, demented, and just downright demonic, his touch and his physical nature towards you, was the complete opposite. There were times, where his murderous gaze scared you to no ends, but looking at you with those maniacal eyes….as he fucks you….kisses you…and tells you that he loves you to no boundaries….you wondered if there was something wrong with him…or if there was something wrong with you for enjoying it. Either way, you didn’t care, because the feeling was too good. The way his soft and dashing face could transition and switch to one that stabs your spirit, the stuff nightmares are made out of, yet his hands and love was desiring to give you pleasure, it all made you want to scream out at the top of your lungs. Nobody will ever understand, especially since that murderous tone in his face, when set on others, contained the intent on harming, destroying, and doing the most unthinkable to them…but when set on you?....It was the exact opposite. With you, the pain was always with pleasure, never to harm you. The bites always came with a kiss, to bring you back from the fear he instilled in you. The forceful restraints were paired with tender strokes, to gesture his desire to protect and shelter you from the world. His look…that psychotic, thrilling, and malicious glare in his eyes….always came with a gentle tone in his voice…to express his unconditional love for only you.

Feeding his cock out of his trousers, he taps it against your folds and clit, slapping it hard and in repeated beats as he taunts you with his words.

“You still need me to convince you?” tilting his head up, brushing his nose and lips against your throat, he speaks against your skin as he leaves tiny kisses in the center. You didn’t need any convincing. You knew…you always knew…but maybe, just a reminder wouldn’t hurt.

Nodding, you feel his lips smile against the underside of your chin as he chuckles. “Oh yeah?” he says with a deep….dark voice. “Let me make it clear to you then…”

Shoving himself in, he was harsh and forceful in his entry, though it wasn’t called for considering he had you melting for more of his touch. But the roughness added more to his vigor than what you were prepared to take, yet was grateful to receive. The feel of his hands suddenly gripping your waist, pulling you down while he buries his face into your neck once more, you tilt your head further back as you feel him sliding in, inch by inch. The best had yet to come, but the delightfulness of that feeling when he was all the way in, and rested you on top of his groin, fully sealing your skin with his as he waves his hips against you. Keeping you seated on the base of his pelvis, he motions your hips to wave back and forth as he did the same, causing your skin to rub together, meshing the beads of sweat to formulate one harmonious concoction. After widening your entry with his movements, he digs his fingers into your skin, and with his firm hold around the narrow part of your waist, he slowly lifts you up. As you rise, you slowly feel the relief of his thickness exiting, but knew that this was only just the beginning. Little by little, the girth of his length narrows down, until just the very tip of his head barely exists between your plush folds….and then he brings you down.

“AHHHHHH!!!!”

Screaming out your moans, you swore you saw stars as he eradicates all sense of gentleness and slowness in his act. Now, everything was replaced with speed, finesses, passion, and intense ferocity as he combines the efforts of pulling you down, and raising your hips back up while he bucks his hips, violently thrusting into you. That raging peak of high hits your cavity as you feel the opening of your cavity pulsating, opening and closing around his shaft. Your walls push together, enclosing around his girth and clenching for dear life as he continues to penetrate, going in deeper and harder. He was so abrasive and crazy with his motions, yet you loved it. Relentlessly panting, you dig your fingers into his shoulders as you raise a hand and plaster your palm against the ceiling of the car. Bouncing away, your body drums out an image of intense pleasure as your breasts shake, your derriere trembles, and your hair remains levitated from the stirrings of his energy. Sucking on your neck, he remains latched on and continues to go harder and deeper, listening to the sounds of your whimpering and constant screams of pleasure, all sounding like music to his ears.

HIs hands remain plastered on your skin, yet snake their way around your waist, onto your lower back, and down to the plumpness of your exposed derriere, where he squeezes his grab and subtly digs his fingers in. Using his newfound hold on you as leverage, he lifts your cheeks in unison, before mashing them back down and repeating, all in sync with his thrusting momentum. God, you loved it when he did that. You also loved it when he extended his thumbs, and stroked your skin as he continued to squeeze your cheeks harder, just like he was doing right now. Or when he picked up the pace, and went faster, harder, and thrusted in deeper, just like he was doing…right now. You also loved it, when he kept going…and going…and going…and finally, that sharp, tingling sense below your belly button explodes and your opening dilates violently around his throbbing cock as he continues to thrust, squelching all the moisture that secretes from your body and creates the fine, clear foam and thick creamy mess that sticks to your skin and rings around his shaft. Your toes curl, your fingers lose feeling and your nerves feel the shattering effect of fireworks as the numbness comes and goes, and all the blood rushes through your body. Choking on your gasps, you moan and whimper as he continues to thrust, despite you already releasing, because it wasn’t over yet.

Thrusting and grinding into you, he keeps up and never loses his momentum. Pumping into you over and over again, you felt his fingers digging in, his hands shake in their grip, and his breathing escalates. Tapping into your soft spot, he thrusts faster and faster, his breathing grows in sync with his pending release...

“Oh fuck…come here!” Wrapping his arm around your lower back, he brings you closer as he leans forward and shoves his face into your breasts and groans loudly as he pins you down, grinding his groin against you while fully resting his cock inside. Gasping out his deep voice onto your areola, his shaft pulsates against your walls, groaning in sync with each load he shoots out. Calming himself, his breathing starts to relax as he gently licks and sucks on your breasts; rubbing your soft skin with his hands while he keeps you steady, warming and comforting his member as he remains inside you. He doesn’t stop grinding, he keeps it going, slowly and deeply, until finally, he’s empty. Everything he had, he gave to you, and seals it by keeping you stuffed with his muscle until he knows that his essence is going to remain and not ooze out. Embracing you, he shoots a hand up your back, and delicately grabs onto the back of your neck. Gently tilting your head to the side, he pulls your head down, and exposes the soft spot beneath your ear, where he latches on and sucks the skin in, drifting off to sleep…just a small nap to recuperate before he takes you back to the frat house. Who knows, maybe he’ll be ready to convince you some more, after all, you did make a wish to be loved, no matter what. Fortunately for you, he’s more than willing to make that wish come true.

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jeannineee · 11 months

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Hii it’s me again I’m sorry I just had an addition or a new idea for the Azriel x powerful female reader. Maybe like a ball or smth were they both mostly ignore each other and reader dances with another male character and Azriel takes her to a more quiet place after and then they talk it out which maybe ends in a smut. I’m sorry I’m having many ideas at 3am

Truth

Azriel x Reader

a/n: y’all are really trying to make Azriel take Cassian’s spot as my favorite batboy w/ these ideas. Also, y’all can send in requests for Crescent City and ToG too!! Also small ToG reference at the end lolol. Apologies for any grammar errors, I was tired when I wrote this.

warnings: suggestive throughout, and nsfw towards the end. (18+ please.)

You’ve held nothing but contempt in your heart for the decade that you’ve known the High Lord’s shadowsinger.

When Rhysand invited you into his Inner Circle as an advisor, you hadn’t expected to meet the man you hate most in this world. The man who also happened to be your mate.

Azriel. Stoic. Efficient. Unreadable. Unbearable. Condescending. Infuriating.

The rest of the Inner Circle were shocked to see Azriel’s normally cool, calm demeanor shatter each time you were near. You’d bicker, sneer and snarl at one another on a good day. On a bad day? No one wanted to be near either one of you.

You’d never really taken the time to consider where your loathing of Azriel stemmed from, nor did you care.

But that damned mating bond? That only made things worse. The idea that the Cauldron wanted the two of you together was laughable, to say the least.

You couldn’t deny that Azriel was attractive, to be sure. The broad shoulders, the large, powerful arms. The rock-hard abs—

You snapped yourself out of that train of thought, ignoring that bond raging in your chest at merely the thought of him. It was replaced with frustration as you continued readying yourself for the night.

It was a standard visit to the Hewn City with the Inner Circle. When you met your friends in the foyer of your home, Mor grinned, and Cassian let out a low whistle.

Your dress left little to the imagination. The color complimented your skin; and the dress hugged your body in all the right places. A single breeze though, and you’d be giving the entire Court of Nightmares a good show.

You opened you mouth to speak, but closed it when Azriel appeared between your two friends. You tried to ignore his gaze lingering on your body, tried to ignore how a single look from him made your skin feel like it was on fire.

You noticed Mor stifling a laugh, and you had a sarcastic remark on the tip of your tongue. But it was left unsaid as she suddenly winnowed with you.

Music thrummed throughout the throne room. Guests danced and drank and conversed throughout the space. From the throne, Rhys gave you a friendly nod, and Feyre smiled.

Mor immediately lost herself in the crowd, as did Cassian. Azriel stood beside you, his expression as unfazed as ever. “Do you know what you’re doing tonight?” he asked, voice dripping with disdain as he gave your form a subtle once-over.

You scoffed. “Do you know how to worry about yourself, Azriel?”

“Stop being childish and do your job,” he shot back, his face hardening with anger.

Your lips curled in a snarl, and your vexation worsened as the bond roared in Azriel’s presence. But instead of arguing with him. You straightened yourself out, actually smiling at the shadowsinger.

“You’re right,” you replied sweetly, patting his arm. “I do have a job to do.”

You turned on your heel and made your way into the crowd, intentionally swishing your hips a bit more than normal. You pretended you didn’t feel Azriel’s eyes burning into the back of your head.

After downing a drink with Mor, you danced for a while. In that moment, the bond was little more than a dull ache in your chest. A nuisance, really.

You felt a warm hand brush along your hip, an action that you normally would’ve shied away from. But when you realized that Azriel was intently watching your interaction with this stranger, you decided to play.

The male was lean and tall, with pale skin, and piercing blue eyes. His white hair was perfectly kept. Not your type, but he’ll do.

“What’s your name?” he asked in a low, velvety voice as he casually snaked an arm around your waist.

You wrapped your arms behind the strangers neck, swaying your hips to the beat of the music as you spoke. “Does it matter?”

The stranger gave a feline grin in response. “I suppose not.”

The two of you flirted and danced, and after some time, he asked you to go home with him. You were prepared to turn him down, but confusion painted your expression as the stranger’s eyes grew fearful.

“Leave,” said a cold, lethal voice. Azriel.

The male didn’t need to be told twice. He left immediately, and when you whirled around on Azriel, he has the audacity to be smiling.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you sneered at him.

Azriel’s smirk remained glued onto his lips, and you were half-tempted to smack it away. “We’re leaving,” he stated simply.

You laugh bitterly. “No.”

Azriel’s smirk dropped. The way he looked at you now had heat pooling between your legs, though you’d never admit that to him.

Azriel sighed, clearly impatient. “You can walk out of here with me, or I can throw you over my shoulder, and you still leave with me. Your choice.”

“Fuck you—“

Azriel had you thrown over his shoulder in seconds, winnowing you to the House of Wind.

“Put me down,” You seethed, struggling against the iron grip he had on the back of your thighs.* “Right fucking now.”

Azriel ignored you, walking through the halls until he reached his bedroom. Only then did he finally put you down. His expression was…you’d never seen him like this. His teeth bared, pupils blown. “Were you going to go home with him? With that fucking—“

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped. “I’m leaving.”

You turned to leave his room, but Azriel’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“No you’re not,” Azriel replied, his voice devoid of its previous anger. He yanked you towards him, one of his hands gathering the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you back to meet his fiery gaze.

You wanted to spit in his face, to scream and shove and fight. But you didn’t. The bond rumbled in your chest, like it was calling to him. You wondered if he felt it too. The bond…you needed it. You needed him. And he needed you.

Neither of you spoke. Nothing but a silent understanding as the two of you stared at each other. You were still dressed, yet you’d never felt so naked, so vulnerable.

“Azriel…” his name was a broken whisper on your lips. Was it a warning? A plea? You weren’t sure.

His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his breath. If he tilted his head down just a bit more—

No.

“Let me go,” you pleaded, silently cursing yourself for how weak you felt in that moment. You placed your hands on Azriel’s chest. “Please.”

Azriel didn’t move, didn’t waver as he spoke. “I can’t.”

And that was it. His lips crashed into yours, and the bond took form, surging between the two of you.

His kiss was hot and needy and desperate and everything you’ve ever needed. Your dress was on the floor in seconds, and Azriel laid you onto his bed.

He trailed his lips to your neck, biting and sucking small marks into it; claiming you.

You could feel his cock against your thigh, and you gently bucked your hips up against his, trying to ease the ache between your legs.

“Greedy,” he mumbled against your neck, before pulling back to throw your legs over his shoulders. There was a hunger in Azriel’s eyes, but there was something else there, too. Something softer.

His expression would’ve made you turn your head, if he hadn’t brought one of his hands down to gently grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Eyes on me, y/n.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you obeyed, not breaking eye contact as he slowly entered you.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured, running his marred hands along your thighs. “You feel so good, y/n.”

You could only whimper in response, chest heaving as he filled you to the brim. Azriel leaned forward until your knees were against your chest, before unleashing himself.

Azriel pounded into you relentlessly, savoring each of the pretty moans that fell from your lips as the tip of his cock hit your cervix over and over. “This pretty little cunt was made for me,” he growls. “All fucking mine.”

Your hands tightly gripped his biceps—the only stability you had as he brought you closer and closer. “Y-Yes. All yours—fuck, Azriel—all yours.”

Azriel felt his own release approaching, and the way that your walls were squeezing him told him you were right there, too. “Come for me, y/n. Come on my cock.”

Your entire body shuddered as he fucked you through your orgasm, before finishing inside of you.

Azriel released your legs, and they fell limp at his sides. Your bodies were slick with sweat, the only noise in the room being your heavy breathing.

The weight of what the two of you had done finally set in, but you didn’t dare open your mouth.

Azriel meets your gaze again, his eyes softer than they’ve ever been. He knows what you’re thinking.

“We’re—“

“Mates,” you finish his sentence.

You’re both silent for a moment, studying one another, as though you’re both an equation that the other is struggling to solve.

It’s you who breaks the silence. “How do you feel about that?”

Azriel pondered for a moment. “It scared me, before. The idea that someone could be so connected to me.”

“And now?”

“I want to be with you. I think I always have.”

You nodded, you heart swelling at his words. “Me too,” you reply, your voice barely a whisper.

Azriel chuckled. “We were both pretty terrible at expressing that, then.”

He kissed your forehead, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel him through the bond. And he did the same.

“We have a lot of time to make up for,” you said, running your hands along his chest.

Azriel smiled. “We have all the time in the world.”

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lowkeyrobin · 3 months

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I'm sorry for spamming you I'm just really excited--

Reader who also streams and just rants a lot while they play Stardew Valley?

Like mid milking a cow or something they pause the game and rant about how to kiss someone or smth?...

-🌕 anon! <3

AH OMG DONT WORRY ABOUT SPAMMING I LOVE YOU GUYS 🫶🫶🫶 but I absolutely love this LMAO I made this into a preference setup instead of a oneshot bc I didn't know exactly who you wanted and I was having difficulty finding a way to stretch it out that long anyways. idk much about stardew valley so bare with me, I rewatched Tommy's video of him playing w Molly to help me 💀💀

MCYT ; stardew valley rants

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, tubbo, freddie badlinu, niki nihachu, foolish gamers & quackity

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you'll just be doing some tasks and be like "you know, I've never kissed anyone before. like, how does that work?"

meanwhile Tommy came over a little bit ago to hang out after stream and he just looks at you like 🤨😨

"youve never kissed anyone?? wait... we haven't kissed before? y/n/n, what?"

you shake your head no, confirming that you guys actually never kissed somehow, your relationship was kinda new in both of your defenses.

"we've only been dating like, 2 months, it's fine"

"ARE YOU TRYING TO BE A KISSING VIRGIN FOREVER????"

literally have your first kiss on stream bro

THE EDITS 🫶🙏 I CANT EVEN

the cutest shit ever

TUBBO

you were playing stardew valley for a little calm/lofi stream before you went out to film with tubbo & tommy for a little challenge video

you got a little quiet after a while and started ranting about drama at school

you had some class time with a bunch of popular girls and you didn't exactly fit in with them and drama was starting to arrise

for a solid hour you were ranting about it

tubbo had your stream on as bg noise as he was on the bus to meet up with you and tommy

when you meet up afterwards his first words to you are "did you actually just rant for an hour about school drama?"

you nod and awkwardly smile cause you didn't know he was watching

"you're interesting to say the least"

"you are too!"

RANBOO

you literally paused the whole game mid-farming to rant about some restaurant you and ranboo went to the past day

chat was exploding with "oooo they went on a date" and you were just like "guys it was good food, 10/10"

they get you to join a call with them and you guys talk about it together and your whole experience and how awesome the food was

not to mention the aesthetic of the restaurant was so well put together

you got back to your stream with a little story for your viewers

BADLINU

you started ranting about a movie/show you're fixated on at the moment

went through all the lore, all the characters, background info, etc

Freddie was watching and using tts to talk to you

he encouraged it dw

like he was holding a convo w you and everything it was the cutest shit ever

the edits.

also people clipped the whole like half hour long thing and posted it to YouTube like "y/u/n and badlinu talk about ___!"

you don't even remember it within a week but HE DOES

just one of those cute relationship moments he loves to think about

QUACKITY

you were playing stardew while he was playing gta and you were on a vc together

so obv it kinda sounded crazy 💀💀

"y/n I'm gonna drive my Honda Accord over there and kill all your cows!"

"I swear to God, quackity, don't even dare"

not really ranting but you were yelling threats at him and shit LMAO

NIHACHU

you guys were playing together 🫶

you were teaching her how to do everything and stuff

you eventually went on a tangent about things you do and don't like about the game

she was agreeing to your solid points and stuff

that turns into a rant about hair color and if she can color your hair for you LMAO

FOOLISH GAMERS

"Dude, how do people do that van life shit? I'd die doing that"

straight up hour and a half rant about how much you hate van life tik tokkers while playing stardew valley

he's in your chat like "Yes 100 percent" and adding onto your points LMAO

you both share a hate for van life mfs

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #tubbo x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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mj-102009 · 5 months

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First Time for Everything (Colby Brock x oc)

I could always tell when they had a bad idea they were too afraid to share.

First Corey started acting up, he asked a bit more than usual about my line of work and how I dealt with the spirits. I told him honestly and that was that.

Then Sam. “Can I use your camera? Like the good one”

I nodded. “Of course. Why?”

He fidgeted. “Video idea.”

That was my breaking point.

Me: What are you idiots planning?

Colbyyyyyyy: What?

Samuel Adams: Nothing

Corey: Huh?

Jake From Statefarm: wdym Avery nothing’s going on we swear lol

Me: Lyin’ to me Jake Webber?

Jake From Statefarm: no

Me: istfg ill text tara rn

Jake From Statefarm: Been real nice boys o7

Colbyyyyyyyy: Bitch don’t do it

Samuel Adams: Jake fucking no

Me: Jake.

Me: Now.

Jake From Statefarm: We got tickets to the queen mary

Colbyyyyyyyy: Bro rlly

Corey: Dawg

Samuel Adams: Avery don’t get mad

I gaped at my phone for a solid minute before typing a response.

Me: Are ya’ll fuckin mental???

Me: That place is fucking dangerous

Me: Like-

Me: At least be protected???

Me: Please

Colbyyyyyyyy: Ofc

Samuel Adams: Yeah

Samuel Adams: How do we go about that?

Me: Sage and crystals

Colbyyyyyyyy: Or we can just wing it

Corey: ^

Jake From Statefarm: I like that idea

Me: NO

Me: IDIOTS

Colbyyyyyyyy: C'mon man what could go wrong?

Me: A LOT OF SHIT

Me: DEMONS

Me: NEGATIVE SPIRITS

Me: POSSESSION

Me: SEX DEMONS

Corey: Sex demons???

Jake From Statefarm: Listen Ave if smth goes wrong you can say i told u so

Me: Idiots

Me: Fine

“Are you super sure?” I asked Colby for the tenth time.

He chuckled. “Yes we’re all sure, just like exploring.”

I groaned. “Nothing like that Colbs, DEMONS MAN,” I paused for effect. “DEMONS.”

“Avery stop worrying we’ll be fine,” Sam chimed in.

I was practically fuming, my phone was held in a vice grip and I had begun to pace the floors. “Just…be safe and call if anything happens, or if you need help.”

“Yes ma’am,” He laughed. “Text you when we land.”

I looked around the empty house after the call, all the boys were away for filming and my friends were busy. Now left alone to my anxieties, I dropped on the couch and sighed.

I woke up to my bedroom door being knocked on softly, a groan rose from my throat and I rolled over onto my side. “Go away,” I mumbled into my pillow.

“Avery?”

Immediately I was awake and sprinting to my door. On the other side stood a wilted Jake, he had his backpack on his shoulder, tearstained hoodie still on, face red after a cry.

“Jake?” I said, not wasting any time to gather him in my arms and bring him in for a hug, not caring why he was in tears in my door frame. “You okay?”

He squeezed my quick and rubbed his face with a shrug. “I’ll be fine, going to Tara’s place– but, uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at me, “Colby’s the one to be worried about.”

I swore and bolted down the hall, sliding to a quick stop at his door, I knocked. “Colby?”

No answer.

“It’s Avery,” I said softly. “Jake didn’t tell me what happened, I’m sure it was a lot. I get it of course, we don’t have to talk about anything if that’s what you want.”

No answer, just a soft click of the door being unlocked.

“I’m coming in,” I slowly opened the door, and poked my head in. “Cole?”

He was on the edge of his bed, a black tank top and plaid pajama shorts, I sharply inhaled through my nose at the sight of his face. A few tear streaks marked where he’d cried, slowly he looked at me and I felt my heartbreak at the confused look in his eyes.

“You were right,” He said slowly. “About…everything.”

In a few short steps I was beside him and wiping away the signs of sadness with my hands lightly cupping his face. “Oh bubs I’m so sorry.”

He chuckled and closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. “Don’t say that, it was our choice.”

“I should have done more to stop you,” I told him.

The room fell silent for a moment, just me allowing my friend to seek comfort in my warmth. “Do you want to tell me what happened now or do you want to sleep?”

He opened his eyes and pulled back from my palms. “Uh, it was kind of a lot…”

In hushed tones and shaky words he told me the full story of what had happened in B340, I listened and wiped away his tears as they fell. At the end I pulled him to my chest and his hands sought to bunch in my hoodie, we fell back onto the bed and I slid up to the pillows.

Colby pulled me closer and rested his head on my arm to use as a pillow, both arms still around me and his breath brushed my collar.

“Sleep now?”

He nodded and kept his eyes closed as I ran my hand through his hair.

“G’night,” He mumbled.

“Goodnight bubs.”

I vividly remember that night. Colby and I curled up in his room while I whispered reassurances in his ear about what they’d seen, or rather heard.

The next day I’d given Sam a huge hug and he cried for a few minutes. Then the rest of the boys slowly came over, with Kat, Tara, and I watching them and helping with what we could. Later in the week Aaron told them about the recording and I marveled at the light tapping.

It took them a while to take it all in and release this to the public. But shortly after they did, Colby came into my room to talk.

I was sitting at my desk editing through my most recent video, I heard a series of muttering from outside my door before a knock.

“Come in,” I called, spinning in my seat to face the door.

Colby shyly walked in and stood in the middle of the room with an awkward expression. I blinked and stared blankly at him.

“Need something bubs?” I ask, amused. “Or just here to hang?”

He rubbed his neck. “I, uh, I had a question.”

“Shoot,” I told him.

“Where did you start when you went ghost hunting for the first time?”

I blinked and racked my brain for an answer. “Ummmm, I think it was a small cabin a few miles from my old house in Kansas.”

His shoulders sagged and he sighed. “Well shit.”

“What’s going on bubs?” I asked.

“The boys and I were just doing some thinking,” he said cryptically.

I chuckled and crossed my arms. “Last time you lot did some thinking I ended up babysitting a gaggle of grown men for days.”

“We were going to look into ghost hunting,” He admitted quietly.

The room took a brief pause of silence, my eyes widened and my hand ran through my hair slowly. “Really?” I said softly.

He nodded. “Yeah, we did a lot of thinking and realized how exhilarating that felt.”

“It’s amazing,” I agreed. “But that’s a sudden switch…are you sure that you’re ready for it?”

“Ave,” He said, stepping closer. “You don’t need to baby me.”

I huffed out a laugh. “I know that but still,” he met my eyes. “You’re my best friend and I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Colby slowly tugged me up from my seat into a hug. “Thank you.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “For what?”

“For being you.”

That was 3 years ago.

“WHAT’S UP GUYS IT SAM AND COLBY!” Colby exclaimed in his usual fashion.

I rolled my eyes with a bright smile.

Sam cleared his throat and looked seriously at the camera. “Today we are back…at The Queen Mary.”

The two of them visibly shivered, I stepped forward and lightly set my hand on Colby’s back. He looked at me and back to the camera. “Today we are joined by the woman you all know and love…AVERY!”

I laughed and pinched his cheek. “Don’t forget Amanda and Matt.”

Sam shouted out the other two and they gave their introductions. Finally they started to talk about the last time they were here.

“Soooo we’re back,” Sam stated looking at Colby.

He sighed and dropped his head. “I vividly remember swearing to never come here again.”

“Hey last time I didn’t get to experience it,” I reminded them.

“Oh yeah,” Colby said. “Not sure if you guys know this but the last time we came here Avery was very insistent that we don’t go.”

I rolled my eyes again. “Did they listen? Noooo.”

“And now you’re back,” Amanda said.

The tour went well, of course with the occasional scare and jump on Matt’s part.

We sat on the floor of the ballroom, me in between Colby and Amanda.

“I’m opening up a line of communication for the spirits that reside on the Queen Mary,” Amanda called softly. “I call out specifically to the man John to come to me, anyone is welcome but I’m speaking directly to him.”

Sam set out a few rempods and such and Amanda pointed out a few people entering the room.

“You can touch any of these devices or make any noise to show us you’re here,” I added.

“They don’t know what those are.”

I rolled my eyes, I will always respect Sam and Colby’s decisions but this medium is really getting on my nerves. I understand that she can see the dead and such and I don’t doubt this but every word I say is “wrong”.

“My name is Avery, this is Sam, Colby, Matt, and Amanda,” I called around the room. “We have no harmful intentions, we only wish to hear your story.”

The room went quiet for a moment Sam opened his mouth to say something. “I there any-”

Knock.

Colby stiffened and searched for me, I grabbed his hand and smiled reassuringly. He smiled back and didn’t say anything.

Amanda began talking again about what she could see and what she felt. Sam asked a few questions and none of them were answered, Matt stood up and wanted to test something. I frowned sympathetically when I realized what was wrong. When he sat back down I patted his knee and mouthed ‘It’s okay’. Colby was watching me and I settled back next to him.

“What?” I whispered.

“Nothing,” He said quickly, turning to look at anything else.

They walked into the room first and began to just talk amongst themselves about that night. I stood leaning against the wall thinking Amanda came next to me.

“Can I help you?” I said politely.

She blinked rapidly. “No?”

I nodded. The silent filled the room for a moment before she sighed and whirled on me. “I feel like you don’t like me.”

“What? No,” I said, waving my hands. “I’m just not a people person, and I’m not super open with everyone I meet.”

A lie, she pissed me off with every word that fell from her mouth.

She tilted her head at me and frown.

Finally saving me from this conversation, Colby opened the door. “Avery, come in here real quick.”

I sprung up from my spot and walked through the door. Waves upon waves of just anger and agony flooded my senses, I winced and sat on the bed.

Sam spread his arms out to show off the room. “Well?”

“It’s freaky all right,” I nodded.

Colby laughed and pointed the camera at me. “Get why we got so freaked out?”

“For being ghost hunting virgins at the time?” I grinned. “Yes. And this place is…” I looked around and shuddered at the feeling of being watched. “I don’t like it.”

“For those of you that don’t know Avery or are new to the channel, she’s a really strong empath that we bring along to get the feel for the area,” Colby told the camera.

I raised an eyebrow. “And because I've been your best friend since middle school?”

Sam waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “Blah Blah Blah.”

“Asshole.”

We brought the rest of the gang in and I screwed my eyes shut as I felt the entity rear its face again. It seemed like Amanda did too because she had the same look that I did.

Sam clapped his hands together and grinned. “Ready?”

“30 MINUTES OF FOOTAGE.”

Sam was peeved to say the least, pacing around the room and ears practically smoking.

I shrugged and fell back onto the bed. “Happens sometimes.”

He groaned and grabbed the camera from Colby who was equally as upset but showed it in better ways. I sat up and patted him on the back as he sat beside me.

“Why don’t we try again?” I suggested, Sam gave me a look. “I’m serious, change SD cards and we’ll do an estes session.”

Amanda nodded. “I can listen as well and write down what I hear.”

“Or you can let Sam and Colby make a few of the calls for their channel,” I snapped.

Her eyes jumped to me, surprised and frantically blinked at my words. Colby gave me a concerned look and squeezed my hand as if to tell me to calm down.

Matt shifted nervously. “If we’re doing this again I might just go stand with the guide.”

The fire dancing in my eyes dulled as I remembered what the boys had gone through. “I can take you.”

“I’ll go too,” Colby said. I shot him a curious look. “So you don’t have to walk back alone.”

We set off down the hall making jokes and giggling like teenagers until we made it to the guide. Colby and I left Matt and walked back chatting quietly.

“Avery,” He said, interrupting a comfortable silence.

“Hm?”

Colby stopped walking and gently held my forearm, I raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. “You good bubs?”

He sighed and dropped his head onto my shoulder. “I didn’t wanna say it on camera but I have the worst headache ever.”

I ran my fingers through his hair and let him breathe slowly. “Stress?”

“I think so,” He said, lifting his head and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

A deep blush broke out across my face. “Sure you’ll be fine? I can ask Sam if he has any motrin in the first aid kit.”

“No,” He said, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, I just needed a break.”

“That’s okay,” I promised, setting my hand on his cheek and smiling. “I take breaks sometimes too.”

He exhaled and smiled at me. “How did I get so lucky?”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Just…” He shrugged and set his hand over mine. “You.”

I laughed lightly. “You’ve told me that before.”

Colby’s eyes turned soft and he rubbed my hand with his thumb. “It’s true Ave, you’re amazing and kind and caring and beautiful,” His other hand played with the ends of my black hair. “You’re always putting others before yourself and thinking about what’s best for everyone.”

My eyes filled with tears and my jaw fell open in awe. “I’d kiss you right now if I could.”

“Why can’t you?”

We were so fucking close.

The moment the words left his mouth I was holding his face in my hands and leaning forward, rapidly closing the space. Our breath left at the same moment and our lips had just grazed each other.

“COLBY! AVERY! COME ON, WE HAVE A VIDEO TO FINISH!” Sam shouted from the door of B340.

We sprung apart like teenagers caught in the act. Once realizing that Sam had closed the door we burst into laughter.

I giggled once more and turned to Colby with a smile. “C’mon we can talk later, I want outta this place as soon as possible.”

The car ride was silent.

Trips like these usually end in a quiet ride home, each head processing what it had witnessed. Sam and I were in the front, Colby’s headache was making his thoughts swirl and he didn’t want to risk messing up the rental.

We dropped off Amanda and Matt to their respective locations. I handed Sam the gps with the location of our house and we rode in more quiet.

“You good back there?” I said breaking the silence.

Colby nodded. “It’s getting better.”

“Okay,” I said softly. “Tell me if you need the air turned down and such.”

It wasn’t awkward, we’d never been a trio for tension, I’d usually make a joke or two but this time I could tell that they needed the moment.

We came to the house and I trotted up to the door to unlock it while they brought in our stuff. I thanked Colby when he gave me my bag and they walked to their rooms to get some sleep.

“I’m gonna go to Katrina’s,” Sam said quietly. “Just for the night.”

I nodded. “That’s perfectly alright Sam, tell her I said hello.”

“Will do.”

In hindsight, I should have expected this. Sam had left to go see his girlfriend and Colby quietly excused himself to his room. This time around I didn’t go looking for him rather just cleaning up and heading off to edit a video.

My phone buzzed once in my pocket.

Colbyyyyyyyy: U awake?

I opened the message and saw that he had deleted it. I quickly jumped off my chair and padded softly over to his room.

“You ain’t slick bubs,” I laugh. “I’ve been awake for a while.”

He opened the door sheepishly and smiled. “Heeeeeeey.”

“Hi,” I said grinning. “Need something?”

He flushes deep red and rubs the back of his neck. “I just can’t sleep.”

“Wanna go watch a movie? Maybe lay in my bed while I edit?”

“Do you need to edit?” He asked. “I don’t want to bother you if you need to work.”

I thought about my upload schedule. “I can make time tomorrow.”

He shook his head rapidly. “I don’t want you to do more than you need to.”

“Then just come into my room and lay down,” I insisted. “If you need me Colby I’m right here. I am volunteering to do this, you are not making me.”

That seemed to do the trick, he slowly nodded watching me with wide eyes and walked into the hallway. I walked into the room and shut the door behind him.

Like he had done it a thousand times before, Colby walked over to my bed and laid underneath the white covers.

“I’ll be done in a few minutes,” I promised him.

He grumbled out an ‘mhm’ and watched me silently, I popped on my head phones and continued to sift through footage. After ten minutes or so I turned off my laptop and stood up to find Colby reading a random book on my bedside.

“Finally,” He sighed, smiling up at me and setting down the book.

I laughed breathily and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, quickly changing while Colby covered him face with the sheets. “Okay now you have my full undivided attention.”

He uncovered his head, smiled and just stuck his hands out. “Gimme a hug.”

Scooting beside him I let him wrap his arms around my waist, I reciprocated the hug and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Wanna sleep or talk?”

I felt the rumble of his laugh in my chest. “I don’t think I can sleep.”

“Then we’ll talk till you feel safe,” I told him.

He looked up at me. “I do feel safe, Avery, you make me feel very safe.”

A beaming smile overtook my face. “Is that a good thing?”

“I think so?” He smiled and I gave a goofy one back.

I hugged him again. “You make me feel safe and loved, Colby Brock. “He was quiet and I was worried he was uncomfortable. “Bub-”

The moment I moved my head to look at him he was kissing me and I didn’t hesitate to do the same. God he was warm, I took note of how his bare skin felt under my palms and I blanked. My mind was solely focused on the beautiful boy kissing me.

We ran out of breath and pulled away, I was breathing heavily and propped up on my elbow. “That was-”

“I love you,” He interrupted giving me a look that . “You make me feel like the luckiest person in the world and I don’t say it enough. I’m sorry if that was over-stepping.” “Shut the fuck up,” I hissed with no real bite to my words. I pecked his lips again and held his face in my hands. “I have been waiting since 8th grade for this. Give me my moment.”

He chuckled and rolled he onto his chest. “Now I’m ready to go to bed.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

And that was enough for me.

Please do tell if you enjoyed!

I take requests as well.

#colby brock x reader #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #oc #x oc #fluff #paranormal #youtube #oneshot #short story

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awkward-tension-art · 1 month

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OMG HI, it's my first time making a request ever. So I just finished watching the first episode of Fallout and couldn't stop imagining a one-shot of Leon x reader being the couple getting married (but in this case, no one gets murder). Basically, just fluff and smut inspired from the line where the girl goes "are you're sperm good?" or smth like that.

PLS I'LL DIE IF YOU MAKE IT

Dawg, I’m gonna be honest, I had to find a reaction video on youtube so if I’m missing details, I'm sorry! But you kinda inspired a whole idea of Resident Evil Fallout AU lmaooo. I pictured RE2 Leon for this

I didn’t go smut just because I wasn’t in the mood, but I hope this is OK!

Also, SPOILERS (i guess?) and MINORS GO AWAY

So, lets just say the raiders didn't invade the vault and an actual blight had taken out half of vault 32

So both you and Leon went through the process of the selection. He was…a little less willing. I see Leon as a rather…intimate guy, so getting poked and prodded for a wife he didn’t choose was…not his favorite.

You, on the other hand, were doing what you were taught. You handled the whole process easily enough. You got your wedding dress, got dolled up, and were escorted to vault 32.

The doors were open and the two of you were revealed to one another.

He was handsome, in a boyish sort of way. But he was shy. Very shy. Leon wasn’t even meeting your eye.

He, however, thought you were beautiful.

I personally headcanon Leon as not really seeing himself as a looker. I mean, he wouldn’t consider himself ugly, but he doesn’t really consider himself attractive either.

So…you can imagine when he saw you, his heart pretty much jumped out his throat.

“Hi.” you smiled at him so sweetly, introducing yourself, “Your name?”

“Leon.” he cleared his throat

You could hear someone behind you whisper, “lucky…”

The wedding proceeded that same night. To you, this was doing a duty. While you didn’t know Leon, you had hope that you both would find love in eachother. Meanwhile, your husband-to-be was still nervous. He even looked terrified to a degree. He kept his face down.

You were the one who initiated the kiss when the preacher said “you may now kiss the bride!”

Luckily during dinner you managed to chat a bit. You found out Leon was trying to become vault security. He didn’t have parents after losing them years ago during the chaos of the blight. And he likes dogs.

That was all well and good, but finally you asked the important question, “What's your sperm count?”

Leon choked on his drink. Immediately he was flustered, “I…um…”

“You know it's important we have kids. For the genetic stability of the vaults. Didn’t your vault doctor tell you this?” You pressed.

“I…yea..she did…” Leon was clearly knocked off his feet, “Just…wanted to get to know you a bit more…”

“Oh.” You had to remind yourself that he was leaving his vault. His friends and home were being taken from him to come to your vault. He was in over his head and the least you could do was be understanding.

Once the wedding was over, you took his hand and led him to your new living quarters. Leon was uncomfortable, anxious and very much not sure what to do. He listened and nodded along to what you were saying.

However, once everything was said and done, “Are…you ok?” You asked, seeing how closed off he was.

“Yea…just…overwhelmed is all.” He responded, not meeting your eye, “can…we…take things slow?”

You couldn’t help but smile, “yea, i’d like that.”

#reader insert #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #fluff #my writing #re2 leon #fallout au

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d-dixonimagines · 5 days

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i have a carol x daughter reader idea if you want to perhaps write another (she says hopefully & gratefully)

reader leaving signs for carol in the woods or smth to be able to find her and reader being like “you really found me”

I hope this is at least somewhat accurate to what you were envisioning! I’m very sorry it’s taken so long to post it. I did also have help from a wonderful anon who helped me move things along!

Once you were both back on a main road, you swung your bag around to your front and pulled out a copy of The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, which was surprisingly still in fairly good condition. Corners were bent and pages slightly weathered, and the front cover was a bit scratched up and dusty, but as far as you could tell, all of the pages were still in tact.

It felt like it had been ages since you felt this excited about something, ever since Carol left, at least. Since she's been gone, your mood had been pretty low, partly due to the fact that you didn't have anyone to talk to anymore. You tried to keep your excitement contained, but you couldn't help yourself, you were just too fucking excited!

"Oh man, I can't believe I found this, Daryl look!" You waved the book in front of you, grinning from ear to ear, barely noticing the quick glance from Daryl before you looked the book over again. "I've been wanting to read these books for forever but never got around to it, and now it's going to be a bit out of order since I'm starting with the second book, but that shouldn't matter cause I've seen the movies so I already know what happens. Have you read these or seen the movies?"

Words spewed out in rapid fire and you continued on without giving him a chance to respond. "I couldn't ever decide who my favorite characters were cause they were all so cool, but I always felt I had hobbit vibes cause I love breakfast, and potatoes! PO-TAY-TOES --" "Hey! Can ya shut up, please? I can't think straight with all that ramblin' yer doin'. We wasted too much time as it is, prob'ly cause of that dumb book, so let's keep it movin'."

His loud voice startled you, stopping you in your tracks. You stared at him in disbelief as he yelled, this time him not giving you any time to react before he turned and started walking again. It took you a few seconds to ground yourself, he had never talked to you that way before.

You looked down at the book for a moment before going through the motions of putting it back in your bag and continuing your way behind Daryl. All you think about now was how much you wished Carol would come back, not only because you missed her and wanted to share these things with her, but she was the only one you felt understood you. She would have never reacted that way towards you, and until that moment, you honestly didn't think Daryl would have either.

You didn't make a sound the rest of the time. When you stopped at other places to see if there was anything you could bring back, you did it quietly. When you finally stopped for the night, you gathered up the wood for the fire and got it started like Carol showed you.

Daryl was quiet too, but he looked like he had wanted to say something for the past couple hours by the way he would glance back at you every now and then. As dinner was heating up, the only sounds that could be heard was the crackling of the fire. You sat close by to keep warm, hugging your knees to your chest.

After a few minutes of stirring around the food in the pan, Daryl sat back and chewed at the inside of his lip. "I'm sorry about earlier.." he finally spoke, his voice softer now. You glanced over at him and nodded, unsure if you were ready to speak yet.

There was another pause before he continued. "I need ya ta know that you weren't doin' anythin' wrong, and I wasn't mad at ya 'cause of the book. I jus'.. I was mad at somethin' else and I shouldn't've taken it out on ya, and I'm sorry."

You nodded your head. You could see that he truly meant it, he always did, but nodding was all you could manage in that moment. There was another quiet pause. "I know ya miss her.. I know it's tough not havin' her here, but she will be back, ya know."

"When?" It was a quick response, catching Daryl off guard. He didn't have an answer for you and you could see that by the look he had on his face. "I dunno," it was almost a whisper. "But she will be, she always does."

You let out a quiet sigh and brought your attention back to the fire. "I think the food is done. Carol always said you like to cook the meat until it's dry," you tried to hide your smirk, but Daryl caught it. Of course he caught it!

"Is that so? I hate ta break it to ya, but Carol doesn't know everythin'." He chuckled before removing the pan from the fire and tossing the contents inside around. The meat was charred and the look of it just made you both laugh.

"Why don't we make a deal," your ears perked and you brought your attention back to him. "You show me how Carol showed ya how to cook and I'll show you an easier way to start a fire." You smiled and nodded your head in agreement. "Ok, that sounds like a fun deal."

You felt your mood shift to something lighter, like you could relax again. As you took over the cooking, starting something new so you weren't just eating burnt mystery meat, Daryl brought up the book you had found. "I've seen a couple of those movies, never read the books though. I think I'd probably be a hobbit, too. That old scowly one that's always glarin' at people."

You smiled and nodded. "Oh, I can see that," you laughed. "You'd have 'No visitors welcome' signs staked all around your yard just to make sure everyone got the hint to stay away." You both laughed.

The rest of the night moved along effortlessly, talking about your favorite parts, quoting lines that you could remember and just having a good, fun time. It reminded you of how things were with Carol and it helped fill that void you felt since she's been gone. No one could replace her, but it felt good having other people who could make you feel like the way she did.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #d-dixonimagines #daryl dixon x reader

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raibebe · 2 years

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heyy so you know that tiktok sound that goes like “fuzzy duck, ducky fuzz, does he fuck? Fuck he does” I was thinking like maybe jeno can be this sweet innocent boy but little did you know that he is actually experienced idk how to word it properly but smth like that im sorry 😭😭

g: smut, wk: 459, p: Jeno x reader, w: protected sex, a/n: Jeno hard hours open!

Okay. So maybe you had a thing for cute boys in oversized sweaters and with a pretty smile. Maybe it was a corruption kink like your friends liked to tell you. Maybe it was just a coincidence that you had chatted up the shy boy with the pretty eyesmile who had stood in the corner of the living room, sipping his beer all by himself. "Name's Jeno," he had smiled, pulling you against his body with quick reflexed when you had feigned to trip. "Jeno," you had purred, trying out how his name felt on your tongue while you discreetly felt up his chest. He felt very sturdy beneath your fingertips and didn't make a move to let you go again, his hand securely on your waist.

"So you're here by yourself?" You asked after a while, letting your voice trail off at the end and batting your lashes at him. "No, but my friends all left to get laid," he grinned, his beer bottle forgotten on a side table as his other hand joined the first on your waist. "How unfair. We should fix that." "You think so?" He grinned and you should have realized that he wasn't even half as innocent as he seemed at first glance. Or at least when he had kissed you deep and messily right then and there before pulling you into an unoccupied bathroom.

"Oh fucking hell," you cursed when he all but ripped the big hoodie over his head, revealing a seriously toned body beneath before he crowded you against the door, helping you step out of your pants while messily sucking on your pulse. "Condom?" He heaved, his fingers working wonders on your clit. "You're not fucking me raw," you bit back, working his belt open with shaking hands. Chuckling darkly, he nodded, unceremoniously shoving his pants and briefs down to expose his cock and good lord. Of course, he was big and you had to resist the urge to drop to your knees when he ripped open the condom package with his teeth.

"Get inside me," you could only whine when instead of doing so, he took his sweet time rolling the condom on and stroking his thick cock with a shit-eating grin. "Please." "That's what I like to hear," Jeno grinned, finally stepping close to you. "Fuck," you cursed again when he made you wrap your leg around his hip.

That's what you got for having a thing for cute boys. Getting your brains fucked out in a bathroom by the cute, innocent boy in the oversized hoodie (that was now on the dirty bathroom floor) and all that you could do was hold on to his stupidly big biceps and try to keep your moans at bay.

#jeno #lee jeno #nct #nct dream #neowritingsnet #jeno hard hours #jeno smut #nct smut #nct hard hours #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #neohub

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azsazz · 2 years

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Thawing a Frozen Heart

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Request from @azrielsbitxh :Hey could you make write a fiction of azriel x reader where she has to choose between azriel and kallias-viviannes son? The line or smth like that could be-"please don't choose him and break my heart because it literally will kill me. And I do not want to die without being able to call you mine at least once" you can make het choose whom ever you wants it's your choice

LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,129

Notes: Day 2 of Azriel week whoop whoop!

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The party was in full swing.

You’d visited the Winter Court often enough, each and every time you arrived was better than the last. Sparkling snowflake decorations hung from the expensive crystal chandelier, the shimmering faelights hung in perfect rows above you, reminding you of the city lights of another favorite spot of yours, Velaris.

You were a traveler, originally hailed from the hot, humid lands of Day, it had never quite felt like home to you. You’d worked hard growing up, so intelligent that you’d managed to land a job by the High Lord’s side.

Helion often thought of you as more than an assistant, often a daughter figure to him. You’d grown close with him over time and he’d learned of your love for traveling when you were more enamored with the courts that you visited rather than the conversations to be had with the other High Lord’s and their emissaries.

“Go,” he had urged you with a soft nod. You were still so young and there was so much to see. Helion sent you away with tear-filled eyes to follow your dreams.

You were welcome in most courts, and had made close friends in many, including Winter. You’d run into Rory at the last High Lord’s meeting. You still worked with Helion as his emissary, but he’d allowed you the option of traveling while you worked, and you had a place to stay in nearly every court you went to.

Rory was full of life and happier than most Winter Court folk you’d met. Being the son of Kallias and Vivianne, the heir to the Winter throne was more than a pretentious male waiting for his turn in the spotlight. He was caring and soft, funny yet could put on the mask all of the High fae wanted to see from him, intelligent and thoughtful, you knew he’d make a great High Lord when the time came.

“Rory, stop,” you squeal, ducking behind a planter to avoid the onslaught of snowballs he was throwing at you. Neither of you cared about the party raging on inside, opting instead for a little bit of fun, a friendly wager of who could win in a snowball fight.

Of course it would be the Winter native. Your Day Court powers did nothing to help you form the thick snow into a sizable weapon to toss. You cursed under your breath as more of the pacted snow crumbled on top of you.

“Not until you surrender,” he calls, cackling. His voice is filled with such joy that you can’t help yourself from smiling.

“I surrender,” you yell back, peeking around the corner of the planter, only to receive a facefull of snow. “You dick!” You fall back on your ass, laughing and spluttering.

“(Y/N)!” Rory winces, racing over to your side. The terrace is slick and the princling slips, falling directly onto his back next to you.

“Oh my Gods,” you gasp through your laughter, tears cold as they gather in the corner of your eyes. That had to have been one of the funniest things you’ve ever seen and it makes you glad that you decided to come to the party tonight.

He groans,”Shut up, it wasn’t that funny.”

“Oh but it was,” you giggle, helping him sit up. He looks at you from the side of his icy blue eyes, cracking a grin.

“Okay, I guess it was. But what about you eating snow? What a good arm I have,” he gloats playfully.

You roll your eyes, “Whatever.”

He leans his head back against the potted plant, staring up at the sky sparkling with dancing waves of light. It really is a sight to behold.

“We should go clean up,” he says eventually, looking down at you, “Before the cake comes out.”

“That’s right,” you sigh, letting the Winter heir pull you to your feet, “You can’t miss blowing out your own candles.”

He hums, taking your hand to winnow you to the section of the palace his room is located in. He’d let you get cleaned up in one of the guest rooms before returning to the party.

“What are you going to wish for anyway?” you ask. He keeps your hand loosely in his own and it’s nice, warm, even though the both of you had been out in the snow.

He hums in thought as he admires the large paintings he’s seen for the past few centuries. Gods, his parents need to redecorate.

You don’t think he’s going to answer when you come to a stop in front of one of the large white doors to a guest room. You reach for the knob but he spins you around with the hand he’s still holding and takes a step into you, towering over you while you lean back against the door.

You rest a hand on his hip, staring up at him. The two of you had fooled around on more occasions than one, but it was never serious. You weren’t one to date, didn’t want to, as it wouldn’t be fair to your partner while you were away.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, his icy breath cascading down your face, causing your eyelashes to flutter.

He murmurs all too quietly, “I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true.”

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“Hello, Azriel,” you greet, taking a sip of the warm cinnamon liquor in your cup. It’s a Winter Court staple and one of your favorite drinks ever.

The shadowsinger greets you with a nod, his own glass in his siphon clad hand, looking like he hasn’t had a sip of it yet. You force yourself to look away from those hands, remembering how they’d been all over you, inside of you. You blush, clutching your drink tighter in your hand.

You were here for Rory, shouldn’t be thinking about other males when the one who was celebrating was so clearly interested in you.

He’d left you pressed up against the door upstairs after his admission with your skin burning anywhere he had touched, his lips pressed quickly to your head before he’d retreated down the hall to his own room with a playful, “Race ya,” called over his shoulder.

You hadn’t had it in you to race him, instead taking your time to calm your heart and warm yourself by the fire, your mind in overdrive. Rory had made it clear multiple times that he wanted to be exclusive, and your stomach burned with guilt at the thought that you weren’t ready for something like that. You liked the Night Court warrior next to you too much to decide.

You’d fought alongside him during the war with Hybern, taking an instant liking to each other both during training and planning. You were the light he’d been needing all of his life, brightening the shadows within him, making him feel as though he belonged somewhere in this wicked world, whether it be between your legs or in your heart.

He’d preferred the second but the first was an added bonus.

You knew what him being here meant, and as much as you tried to play it cool, like there wasn’t a looming decision about to slap you in the face, he still saw through you.

His free hand came as a gentle caress on your lower back and you know if someone glanced your way they'd see you standing alone, his shadows a cloak of darkness around him.

“Are you alright?” Azriel’s voice is low, smooth like molasses, crawling down your spine in the same sensual way it does everytime he speaks.

There’s just something about him that makes you weak in the knees and your heart warm in your chest. He’s truly a good male, handsome and hard-working, and it would be an honor to be loved by him.

You shrug, avoiding his concerned gaze, staring out into the center of the ballroom where they were bringing out Rory’s cake. The Winter male was scanning the crowd looking for you, but hidden in the back of the room next to the shadowsinger from the Night Court, it wasn’t likely you’d be found.

There was no point in lying to him. He knows you better than most, knows your tells, and has studied your body language more times than you could count.

“What is it?” Nearly a plea for you to answer, or to at least look at him.

You shake your head, staring down into your drink instead, “Not here.”

And so he melts away into the shadows, leaving you standing there alone with nothing but the empty glass in your hands.

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You hadn’t stayed long after that.

Instead, you’d made your way over to the Dawn Court, in need of some time to get your head straight…and maybe hide away for a while.

A beautiful court with beautiful views; buildings so tall they touched the clouds, the skies always so colorful and filled with peregwyns. You wished that you could fly, as you propped your chin on your fist, leaning across the balcony to watch.

“There you are.”

The voice startles you and you jump up, spinning around, your heart racing in your chest. It’s Azriel, of course it is, it wouldn’t be hard for him to find you.

“What are you doing here?” you exclaim, hand pressed over your racing heart. You’re dressed in only a thin silk robe and you pull it tighter around yourself when his eyes flicker down for a second.

“Why are you running?” he asks, voice calm as ever. He’s trying to look unfazed by your attire and you narrow your eyes at him before pushing past him and into your room.

“I’m not running,” you reply, making for the wardrobe. Being barely covered in his presence would give him the advantage of using that wicked tongue as a way to persuade you, and as much as you wanted to, you really couldn’t have that. “It’s my job to travel the courts.”

“Then how come you’ve been here for months?” he asks, knowing for a fact that you never stay in any one court longer than a few weeks, “Are you hiding from me?”

“Clearly not,” you wave your hand in dismissal, glaring at him over your shoulder. He averts his eyes with pink tinted cheeks and steps out of the closet.

He snorts like he doesn’t believe you and you know that he’s rolling his eyes from beyond the door. You slip quickly into something more covering, still relaxed because you didn’t plan on leaving your room today, instead thinking of curling up on the cozy lounder out on the balcony and escaping into a good book.

He stops you as soon as you enter the room again, blocking your path and towering over you.

He’s nervous, you can tell by the way his shadows jitter around the two of you and his hazel eyes scan your face as if it’s the first time that he can’t read the facial expression on your face.

It scares him.

“Are you in love with him?” His voice is heartbreakingly soft and you can’t even look at him, turning your head away. How did he know?

Tears well in your eyes but he’s placing a gentle hand on your cheek and turning your chin so you’re facing him again. His face is a mask and it breaks your heart further. He’s hiding his feelings from you and that’s the last thing that you want from him.

“Please,” he pleads, tracing your jaw with his thumb, and you know what he’s going to say. “Please don’t break my heart because I don’t think that I can go on without you.” You squeeze your eyes shut and tears roll down your cheeks. “I do not want to die without being able to call you mine at least once.”

“Az,” your breath catches and you look up at him, bottom lip trembling. His eyes are so wide, so truthful that he doesn’t need to speak the words you know to be true, you can feel it like his shadows, winding around your heart and pulling tight. You stumble into him at the feeling, the raw emotion tethering you to him.

You pull him into your arms, hugging him closely, “The bond,” you breathe, a question, “Mates.”

Azriel nods, he’d known it all along.

And there’s no more decision to be made. He was the one made for you and you for him. You’d found each other at last.

You roll up onto your toes and he holds you tighter as your lips meet in a searing kiss, better than all of the ones you’d shared before, the tether between the two of you thrumming with love.

#azrielxreader #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #azsazz #azriel #acotarxreader #acomaf #acowar #acotar #acomar #shadowsinger #spymaster

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phobia-sweets · 1 year

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Arkhamverse Dork Squad with henchwoman crush in this type of situation?

Rogue: *Accidentally hits S/O in the face*

Rogue : *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Rogue : ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Crush: What’s wrong with you?!

I love specific requests /gen. This took quite long to write, bc, i'm also writing smth little for myself too :D This was fun tho

Today's song recommendation is uhhh The shower scene by Ice nine kills (hhh i love psycho so much its my fav movie AA)

ARKHAMVERSE! Riddler, Mad hatter & Scarecrow x reader

Warnings & Notes: Idk anything abt chem equipment, Jervis's part is short lol

RIDDLER

Walking through the sewers your boss called his ‘workshop’, you were bringing in coffee – the man refused to sleep, but him working half-asleep wouldn’t be a good idea, considering all the metal and electricity he was working on an hour ago, when you left. Both your hands full due to the two cups, you simply turned down the doorhandle with your elbow. Pushing the door open with your foot, your face was met with your boss’s fist. You dropped both cups of coffee on the ground, and held your face where he had hit you.

“Are you fucking sorry?!” He exclaimed, wrench in his other hand.

“What is wrong with you?!” You yelled back, looking at him with wide eyes. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, seeing the red mark forming on your face and the no longer hot coffee on the ground. The two of you stood there, waiting for the other one to say, well, anything. Riddler wasn’t one to apologize, so you decided to-

“I’m- Sorry-” His voice faltered, and your mouth hung slightly open at his words.

“Are you sick?” You asked in response, putting your hand against his forehead.

“What are you- Don’t touch!” He took your hand off his forehead.

“You actually apologised! Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should rest-”

“I am fine!”

SCARECROW

To be fair, scarecrow had asked for your help in his lab. So, there you were, handing him various chemicals and equipment while he prepared a fresh batch of toxin. You were lost in your thoughts, until you heard a yelp from him, and saw the beaker full of boiling water fall off the hot plate. Before you could move, your face was met with his fist and a bit of hot water, followed by you yelping in pain, and silence. You looked up to see your attacker, and was met with a burlap-covered face. The silence was… uncomfortable, to say the least. He – The scarecrow, was staring back at you.

“Are you fucking sorry?” He asked, much to your surprise. The fuck was that supposed to mean? ‘Are you fucking sorry’ He punched you, not the other way around!

“...Excuse me?” You managed to sputter, looking at him with a look of confusion. Hell, if he decided to gas you for your ‘disrespect’, you’d take it. At least it wouldn’t be another punch in the face. Instead of an answer, the silence continued on. You were about to excuse yourself, but were stopped by his voice.

“Are you all right?” He asked, voice gravelly as usual. You took a few seconds to respond, but nodded.

“Yeah… It just burns a bit, that’s all. You just scared me a bit.” You responded, watching his eyes slightly light up towards the end of your sentence.

“Good. You can have the rest of the day off as an apology. I’ll… continue working.”

MAD HATTER

Jervis was quite easy to surprise. That wasn’t what you had meant to do this time, but you somehow had managed to do just that.

You walked up behind him, carrying various fabrics for his hats. You didn’t realize how quiet you had been, and tapped his shoulder. You were surprised by him yelping, throwing up his arms, one of them hitting you square in your face, making you groan at the sudden pain. Upon hearing it was you, he quickly turned to face you. He took your face in his hands, Worry plastered all over his face.

“Are you sorry!” He blurted out, his hat had fallen to the ground in the moment.

“...What?” You questioned, shocked at his outburst. Considering his confusion at your response, he hadn’t realized what he had said in his worry. You saw his expression turn into one of panic, as the realization set in.

“Oh, I do apologise, I was not very wise!” He apologised, his hands tightening around your face, squishing your cheeks at the same time.

“Jervis, It’s okay, It’s okay, trust me!” You tried to reassure him, but not prying his hands off.

#the riddler x reader #scarecrow x reader #mad hatter x reader #arkhamverse scarecrow x reader #arkhamverse mad hatter x reader #arkhamverse riddler x reader #jervis tetch x reader #jonathan crane x reader #edward nygma x reader #patisilence

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years

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Hey fam, please tell me that no matter how much Sevika and the Reader annoy the everliving shit out of each other, as soon as someone else points out how annoying the other is (especially if they’re complaining to Sevika about the Reader), it’s just straight up “oh, so you chose to die today, cool.”

Also I lived for your fic/headcanons about Sevika and the Reader annoying each other, if you couldn't tell sdlkfjdslfjldsjf

BAHBFHBHDBFH OMG YEs I can't stop writing about them annoying each other. It's just so cute to imagine Sevika with someone to irritate her, she won't get bored of the relationship and she has someone to take her mind off her troubles. Also she's impressed that you have the balls to constantly piss her off.

Sev would tear them apart :')))

You'd have her fuming, absolutely done with your shit but as soon as someone voices their opinion/agrees with her she'd turn into your biggest simp and remove at least one body part. Her men would already know what's up and just hold em down

I wrote a little smth for this it's very half-assed but you had such a good idea I wanted to give you something

“What is that one supposed to be, like a d-” Sevika’s hand of cards is roughly jerked out of your view, a scowl so fierce and deadly fixed on your inquisitive face.

“You don’t tell the others what you have, stupid.” The other players marvel at your mischievous grin, no trace of fear to be found on your face. Your forearm rests casually on her broad shoulder, a leg thrown over her thigh, limbs that could easily be shattered under her grip.

“Well, you’re a shitty teacher. How would I know that?” The bait goes ignored in favor of Sevika taking another turn and giving one of the players a stare that makes them sweat. A dramatic sigh ends with your head knocking against hers, the only reaction drawn from her being a slow blink, gaze unwavering on the poor bastard. “This game is boring.”

“Damn, that’s tough.” With a rare show of mercy, her eyes slide to you, reveling in the way yours water from the smoke blown in your direction. “I have a fun little task for you, pea-brain.”

Her empty glass is shoved into your chest, received with a scoff from you.

“I’m gonna spit in it.” You say sweetly and head to one of the workers pouring drinks at another table.

Sevika watches you go, shaking her head in exasperation and relishing the peacefulness that comes with your absence.

“Man, I don’t know how you deal with that.”

It’s one of the men she’s playing with. He’s been here the last couple of games, usually has the good sense to avoid striking up a conversation with her.

Sevika goes still. The light in the corner seems to dim, conversations get quieter, and a red haze clouds her vision. A slow breath fills her lungs and she counts to 3 before exhaling, her hard stare finding him.

“Oh, yeah?” Her deceivingly calm tone seems to do the trick at placating his nerves and he puffs up a bit, ignoring the warning looks of his buddies.

“Figured you’d have someone a bit more obedient. Not so damn irritating.”

Sevika hums, sets down her cards gently, and watches you compliment one of the workers on his makeup.

“So, my girl’s annoying? That’s what you’re saying?”

He gapes like a fish, stuttering out denials and apologies as he realizes he’s fucked up. His friends abandon him the second a sharp whistle cuts through the air. It takes two of Sevika’s men to hold him down, immune to the pleas and desperate bargaining.

Sevika stands, eyeing him as if he’s the most disgusting thing she’s ever laid eyes on. You halt your approach to her, giving her a raised eyebrow. A nod confirms your question and you make your way to her side, letting her tuck you under an arm.

“Baby, this worm right here thinks you’re fucking annoying.” She responds to your inquisitive look, unbridled fury in her voice. Her blade unsheaths from her other arm. “I’m cutting out his tongue.”

“So we can leave early?” You fail to hide the excitement in your voice. “I mean- oh, wow I’m really hurt-”

#sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika x reader #arcane sevika #i'm so glad you liked the hcs!!!#simp with me

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lalunaescll · 2 months

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imo i am not good at writing chr x you, im better in writing chr x chr or chr x oc or maybe 1st person pov smth like that

and im sorry idk what is this, i just wrute something that comes to my mind

11.30 am

"I hate field work," you groan as you look at your now broken nails, "i mean, look!" You showed your hand to Javier and Steve.

"What's with it, hermosa?" Javi teasingly ask, knowing how to pull your strings, "that's bad," Steve mutter under his breath as he took a glance at your nails.

After a long field work of looking for Escobar's little rat you're stuck with two of your coworkers doing more paperwork, you would do anything to kill Escobar just so you won't have to work late.

You rolled your eyes as you lean back in your chair, "Javi, you're coming with me," you narrow your eyes at him, "where?" His dumbfounded face made you wanna smile even though you fight it hard not to show it.

"My next nail appointment, duh."

10.05 pm

"When a girl show you her nail you have, no, need, you need to react dramatically," you explain to him as you sat down in front of your nail tech as Javier sat down beside you on the floor, waiting for her to prepare her nail polish.

He nodded his head, looking at you seriously, "i think you should paint it, red," he murmurs under his breath. You shrug your shoulders, "no man can tell me what to paint my nails unless he's the one paying."

"I'll pay for it," he said, "it's expensive," you counter, maybe he'd gave up and just sat there in silence like you ask him to when you're in his car, "I'll pay for it, hermosa," his gruff voice made you wanna melt this time, he stands up and told your nail tech the color he wants.

12.22 pm

You had lunch with Javi, Steve, Connie, and Olivia. Connie admire your nails as Steve and Javi talks about the most absurd and random things that could possibly happen if Escobar got elected as president.

It was supposed to be just lunchtime, but somehow it turns into a little more than that. The four of you went to a mall, somehow forgetting about the fact that maybe there's some are in Colombia that's destroyed by Escobar.

Olivia in your arms while Javi follows you as Connie and Steve stray away, it's good to give them a break sometimes.

"I can't imagine myself having a baby," you said after you smells the strawberry scent on Olivia's baby hair, "birthed or adopted, maybe i would if i have a good man who can handle baby, but.. now, maybe no."

Javier didn't respond, and it made you feel a bit embarrassed, sometimes the both lf you are just to close that you feel to comfortable saying anything around him.

The two of you kept walking and walking around until you ended up in baby clothing section, you talk softly to Olivia, telling her she'd look pretty in any kind of dress they sell here.

"Am i a good man, hermosa?"

The question startled you a little bit, " yeah.. well, at least for me, you are."

Your answer lingers in the air, making awkward atmosphere around the both of you, until you saw Connie and Steve.

3.50 pm

Te amo, Te amo, Te amo, is what he kept whispering in your ear as he kept thrusting his hips upward.

Javier always treat you differently from all the other girls in the embassy, he fucked all the girls there except you but he gave you flowers and chocolate on Valentine's day despite saying he did not celebrate days like that.

This time, Javi let himself cross the line.

The thought of starting a family always appeared on his mind, even though he quickly bury them with alcohol, fucking, and the idea that he's a bad guy, just like Escobar.

And this time, he let the idea surfaced, turning them into a stamina that he used to thrust his dick deep inside you. He can feel your nails scratching his back, possibly leaving permanent red scratches that he'd be proud of.

"I'll be a good ma- n, I'll take you to, fuck, my pops ranch," he whispered, his arms around your hips, hands spreading you cheeks.

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #javier pena x you #javier pena smut #narcos #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal imagine

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dunnswrld · 2 years

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Hey babe!! 💗 I hope you’re having an amazing day :)

I just got my new sternum tattoo, the whore I am I imagined steveo and Johnny tattooing me, so I was wondering if you could write smth about it, hcs, an imagine idc- as much as you can think of <3

Just steveo and Johnny praising the shit outta reader aghhh ✨ cuz it hella hurts

First Tattoo

a/n: Hi! I hope you are having an amazing day too! Sternum tattoos are soooo cool I'm totally jealous you got one! Getting a tattoo with Steve-o and Johnny surely sounds lovely so I would love to write something for you! (Please keep in mind I have never gotten a tattoo so if I mess up on how tattoo artist do them work with me!)

prompt: You, Johnny, and Steve-o all agreed that you should get matching tattoos of the Jackass logo, but it's your first tattoo so you have the first tattoo shudders. But thankfully Steve-o and Johnny help you through it.

warnings: Fluff, fem!reader, tattoos!

"Is it gonna hurt?" You asked your two friends. You were currently sitting in a tattoo chair fiddling with your fingers punching yourself mentally in the face for agreeing to getting matching Jackass logo tattoos with your two close friend Johnny and Steve-o. Both the boys had already went; Steve-o first and Johnny second.

"Put shouldn't hurt at all with the stuff you've done." Steve-o smiled. "Yeah defiantly shouldn't doll, you've broke both your arms at the same time once this'll be a cake walk for you." Johnny said pushing your knee. "I don't know I don't really remember that pain." You said with a nervous laugh.

"Nothing to be scared of Yn! If tattoos hurt I wouldn't have so many." Steve-o added, which did calm you down a bit because Steve-o did have a lot of tattoos. "Where are you planning on getting it?" Johnny asked you. "My sternum." You said pointing to the area in the middle of your chest.

Johnny was very thankful he had his sunglasses on to cover up how wide his eyes opened as you spoke, that was probably one of the most painful areas to get tattooed. "Ooo feeling a little frisky I see." Johnny said trying to hide the fear he had of you finding out how badly that area hurts.

"Oh shut up." you laughed, Johnny letting out a breath as you didn't catch on. The tattoo artist walked back into the room holding a stencil of the Jackass logo and a fresh set of gloves. You turned your head to the artist who took a seat in the small wheeling chair next to you, he set down everything on a small tray next to him and began to open up a package of a new set of tools.

"This may be a little stupid," You chuckled, "But is this gonna hurt?" The tattoo artist looked at you then Johnny and Steve-o who were aggressively shaking their heads no then back to you. "Uh no not really you probably will feel just a pinch, shouldn't hurt too bad." The tattoo artist said, lying through their own teeth.

"You can take your shirt off or leave it on and just pull it up for me but I will need you to remove your bra for me if you are wearing one." The tattoo artist spoke as he put his gloves on. "At least buy her a drink first." Steve-o laughed, Johnny quickly joining him.

"Sorry about them they are pretty stupid." You giggled, you took your shirt off just enough to cover your boobs and unclipped your bra and took it off handing it to Johnny. Both Johnny and Steve-o giggling over your pink cheetah print bra. "Didn't know you were a cat Yn." Johnny laughed. "Shut it Knoxville."

The tattoo artist placed the stencil on you pretty quickly, handing you a mirror to confirm that's where you wanted it placed. When you said yes the tattoo artists was quick to get the tattoo gun set up.

"Do you need anything before we start like water?" The artist asked you, "Nope I'm all good." The tattoo artist nodded his head as he turned on his tattoo gun, you tensed up at the sound of the tattoo gun. Johnny noticing this and placing a hand on your knee, your body relaxed at your friends touch.

The tattoo artist started with a small line on the stencil of the tattoo, a odd sort of pain shooting through your body as the needles in the tattoo gun made contact with your skin. "Doing ok?" The artist asked you as he took the tattoo gun away from you, wiping away ink. "Never been better." You said through gridded teeth.

"See that wasn't so bad right?" Steve-o said with a small reassuring smile. "It did hurt pretty bad." You laughed nervously. The tattoo artist began to tattoo your skin again, this time a longer lines with quicker wipes to remove excess ink. You bite your tongue and didn't dare say to stop because it hurt.

"You're doing great doll just power through it." Johnny said. "Yeah you're doing great just focus on us and it'll be over in no time." Steve-o added. "If I focused on you two it would last even longer." "That's a bit mean." Steve-o said with a fake pout.

The tattoo artist hit a part in the tattoo where the pain seemed to intensify, your hand reaching out for either of the boys hands on your left for some sort of comfort. You felt Steve-o's calloused hand take yours as you squeezed his hand pretty hard, Steve-o rubbed his thumb in circles on your hand for a bit trying to relax you.

"Your almost done don't stress it dude. You are taking it like a true Jackass." Steve-o said, Johnny nodding in agreement. "Lucky for you yours was smaller than ours." Johnny smiled. For the rest of the tattoo you listened to Johnny and Steve-o's praises for how well you were doing.

"Dude your taking this like a total badass." - Steve-o probably.

"Almost done, you're doing so good." - Johnny probably.

When the tattoo was finally done the artist cleaned it a bit and told you the run down on how to take care of the tattoo, which you listened to very closely in fear of getting an infection.

"See wasn't that bad right? Even if it did you took it great." Steve-o said as he rubbed up and down your back as the three of you left the small tattoo shop. "Yeah you did great for your first tattoo, I was crying like a baby my first tattoo." Johnny laughed. "Well thanks guys, I probably would have cried like a baby too if you two weren't there."

"Yn!" Both the boys said in a cooing tone.

"Oh god shut up. Now let's go back to the hotel so we can get a picture of our tattoos."

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mandobatemans · 2 years

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Do you write for William Tell (The Card Counter)? I’d like to leave for you an idea here, if you’re not comfortable with it feel free to delete this ask! So… we know William is punishing himself for what has been done… would it be better for him to give the control to his partner? She could roleplay some d/s with him, he could be her sub for short sessions maybe? No hardcore stuff, just a little bit of verbal and corporeal punishing; light slapping or smth.

William Tell x f!Reader

rating: 18+ only

warnings: dom!reader, sub!william, unprotected sex, biting, slight orgasm denial, restraints, blindfold, allusions to prison & trauma, sex is not a replacement for therapy

word count: 1,764

also posted on ao3

William had already finished his routine for the motel room: taking down the cheap paintings, unplugging the phone and alarm clock, and wrapping every piece of furniture in white cloth. He was meticulous as he worked; it was understandable, knowing his history. He would never share everything from the army days with you, nor every little detail of what he had done, but you knew at least the basics from the time you'd been together. William opened up eventually, albeit slowly, little by little. Before bed, when he got absorbed in his thoughts, he'd occasionally share a memory with you. In the beginning, it seemed like he was doing it to drive you away, as if he felt he wasn't good enough for you and if he gave you enough fragments, you’d put the picture together and walk away.

You liked to watch him when he sat at the motel room’s desk, writing in his notebook while he thought you were asleep. The way the outline of his shoulders looked, bathed in the strange light of the covered lamp set on the floor, was oddly comforting.

One such night, he finished his entry, closing the book and setting the pen atop it. Carefully, he turned off the lamp and joined you in bed.

“William?” You asked, softly.

He didn’t seem surprised that you were still awake, answering with a “Hmm?”

“What were you writing about?”

For a moment, you thought he had fallen asleep. He didn’t respond right away, and his breathing slowed. You were about to tell him to forget it and get some rest when he responded. “Interrogations.”

You rolled onto your side to look at him, gently lifting your hand to run your fingers through his hair. “I'm sorry.” He never told you what it was for, but you had gleaned that the journal was for documenting his past, some physical way to try to absolve himself of past sins.

He let you take his hand in your free one, quiet as you rubbed your thumb over the back of it. It was silent for a minute, William no doubt punishing himself in his head.

“Honey?”

He didn’t answer, but you could see him adjust his head on the pillow to face you by the light peeking through the threadbare curtains.

“Can I help? I mean, I know writing helps you, but would it help if…” You trailed off, careful with how you worded your idea. “When we have sex and you're in control…would you be a little softer on yourself if maybe I was in control for once?”

William seemed to mull it over, his hand warm in yours. He squeezed your hand, sitting up in bed and turning on the light he had covered next to his side of the bed. “Go get my bag.”

“Hey! I’m supposed to be giving the orders here.”

His mouth turned up in an amused smirk as he put his hands up in defense. “Sorry, sorry. There’s extra rope and a blindfold in there.”

You pursed your lips. William was right. A blindfold would make things better. Sighing, you got up off the bed and crossed the room to the corner where his duffel bag was sitting. You felt his eyes on you as you crouched down to search the bag. You found the rope easily and took a few more seconds for the blindfold. “This?” You asked, lifting a long strip of black fabric for him to see.

He confirmed with a nod and you rejoined him in the bed, trying to hide how eager you were for a turn in control. You tied the rope the way you had seen him do before and fastened it to the headboard, then securing his wrists. “Good?”

“Very.”

You shifted so you were straddling him, fidgeting with the blindfold in your hands. “If it gets to be too much–”

“I’ll tell you. Color system?”

You nodded in response. He leaned his head forward, inviting you to knot the blindfold around his head.

“Good job, honey. You should do this more often.”

The compliment made you smile to yourself. You slipped your panties off, throwing them somewhere away from the bed. Positioning your fingers at the waistband of his briefs, you paused. “Color?”

“Green,” he replied, encouraging you to help him shimmy out of the underwear, disposing them to wherever yours had landed.

Repositioning yourself so you were once again sitting on his thighs, you pressed your palms to his stomach to steady yourself. As slow as you could manage, you sunk yourself just slightly onto his cock, only letting the head past your folds. William groaned, bucking his hips to try to push his full length inside. You tutted, pushing his hips back down and lifting yourself off of him. “No, baby. I set the pace, remember?”

A smile formed on his lips as he replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

Inching yourself back onto his length, you replied with a “Good boy”, feeling his dick twitch as the words came out of your mouth.

You lowered your hips even slower than before, exaggerating every centimeter of descent. Eventually, you were fully seated on him, hands still braced against his stomach.

William was the standard of self-control. His combined years as a soldier and later as a prisoner culminated in extreme willpower. If he didn't have you, he would never give in to any kind of luxury. He was content to live in blank and impersonal motel rooms, following poker tournaments across the coast and eating cheap diner food. If anyone could break his self-control it was you. He wouldn't let anyone else convince him to splurge at the diner on an extra dessert, just to try something new, or allow you to pack a little framed photo of the two of you some passerby had offered to take while you were walking the Atlantic City boardwalk after a tournament.

His loss of self-control extended to sex with you. Sometimes he liked to tease you, but he couldn't help but want to immediately give you what you wanted, what you deserved. He knew he was supposed to let you be in control, but he couldn't keep sitting still, unmoving, while you were perched on his cock. “Baby. I need you to move.”

You clenched your walls around him, briefly.

William grunted, gritting his teeth. “More than that.” He paused. “Please,” he added, pointedly.

“Good,” you praised, beginning to roll your hips in a quasi-circular motion. You lifted yourself up a bit faster this time, almost letting his dick slip out of you, stopping just before it did. Quickly, you slid back down, smiling at the barely contained sounds he was making. “Let me hear you.” You punctuated your statement with a particularly quick bounce. William gasped, letting himself groan a little louder.

You kept bouncing, bringing your head down to his level so you could press kisses to his exposed neck. Gently at first, you sucked marks into the crook of his neck, encouraged by the noises he made in response. Experimentally, you bit down at the patch of skin you had been working. The effect was better than what you could have imagined, a murmured “Fuck!” escaping your boyfriend’s lips, coupled with an aggressive buck of his hips off the bed.

“I wish you could see how good your dick looks inside of me,” you whispered into the shell of his ear.

“Take the blindfold off, then.”

“No,” you replied, increasing the pace of your hips. You moved to the other side of his neck to leave matching bite marks. You ran your hands up the length of his body, tracing every inch of skin you could get your hands on. Absentmindedly, your fingers traced the outline of the tattoos that you had memorized.

Although you pretended like you didn't, you had learned a bit about poker over the years. From many a night perched on his knee while he explained poker to you, you knew a “tell” betrayed what another player was thinking. William never showed any during games, but you knew him better than the strangers crowded around the table. William’s breath hitched, his tell that he was close to the edge.

“Not yet,” you scolded. You reached up to free his right hand from the rope, guiding it to your clit. “Together.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He began circling his fingers, effortlessly, a motion he’d done hundreds of times before. You coordinated the motion of your hips with his fingers, slowing down a bit.

You ripped the blindfold off of him, resting your forehead against his and capturing his lips in an urgent kiss. William snuck his tongue into your mouth, and although you were meant to be in control, you welcomed the intrusion.

“Okay,” you said into his lips, “You can come.”

William sighed in relief, spilling into you with a grunt, followed by a stifled groan as you clenched around him from the force of your own orgasm. You rode out your highs, lazily circling your hips as cum seeped down your thighs and onto the sheets. He closed his eyes and rested his head back further into the pillows, chest rising and falling.

“Let me help you.” Carefully, you released his other wrist from the restraints of the rope, pressing a gentle kiss to the reddened skin. He smiled up at you, a warmth radiating from his eyes that was reserved only for you.

“You’ve helped me enough, sweetheart.”

You snuggled into his chest, looking up at him. “Did I? Did it help with…” You gestured vaguely at the desk where his notebook was, unsure how to characterize the complicated burden he felt he bore.

He kissed the top of your head. “Yeah. Thank you.” William didn’t elaborate any further, but you could tell by the way his muscles had relaxed that, at least for now, his past wasn’t governing his every move. He kissed you again, pulling your form closer to his and rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “You’re good for me.” It wasn’t a question or a statement, but something in between. He said it more to himself than to you, so you responded by leaning up to kiss him.

You inspected the remaining redness on his wrists. “I'm gonna get some lotion for your wrists, baby.”

“C’mon, we’ll take a shower.” He helped you sit up, lifting you off the bed and ushering you into the bathroom.

“Fine. Then, I’ll put lotion on your wrists.”

“Whatever you say.” You could’ve sworn you heard him add, “Ma’am.”

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#william tell x reader #william tell #the card counter #my fic #ask #oscar isaac

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