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blue-sadie · 4 months

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The Focused

William Tell x FWB Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 7 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up in a room with another version of your husbands but he's so much like them

Warning: mention of mirror sex

Yn/3rd person pov

The light streaming through the gaps of the curtain shown onto my face waking me from my peaceful slumber I groaned turning over only to come into contact with another warm body.

I stirred fully when I felt hands on my thigh bringing me closer to it "don't leave just yet" the man grumbled his voice still raspy and laced with sleep "ok" I whispered my eyes opening coming face to face with another doppelganger, he looked very much like marc but with patches gray hair.

"I can feel you staring" he murmured his eyes fluttering open to stare into mine, my breath caught in my throat as he started drawing patterns on my thighs "what time is it" he yawned turning his head to look at the clock that was on the bed side table his finger tips never leaving my skin.

"Shit I have to get to the casino soon" he grumbled slowly getting out the bed "the casino" I questioned leaning up onto my elbows he glanced at me with a look I can only describe as 'you should already know this' "I'm gonna be back late but I'd think it be nice to have my lucky charm here waiting for me" he winked grabbing his clothes that were scattered around the room and fumbled putting them on.

I bit my lip one thing I can say about all the doppelgangers of him have his nice ass "you know it's rude to stare" I looked up at him to find him looking at me through the mirror "sorry" I squeaked falling back to laying down, I stretched out my limbs and arched my back groaning out as I heard a few cracks.

"I'll see you later lucky charm" he murmured before walking out the door I sat up sighing yawning the last of my tiredness away, I removed the blankets my body shivering as it was exposed to the cold morning I sat up moving my legs to hang off the edge breathing for a few minutes and my hands hold my neck as I moved my head to each side.

"Looks like they had a fun night" I murmured to myself looking around the very messed up room, I rose to my feet and almost stumbled over my legs feeling sore I looked down my eyes widening as I see my well doppelganger's dried up juices all down my thighs "what the actual fuck" I cringed and slowly limped forward holding anything that could support me as I went.

I looked at the mirror where he stood and moved a bit closer my eye brows frowning as I see hand prints on the mirror "mirror sex" I murmured amused I giggled slightly and shook my head slightly remembering when me and jake did it so marc and steven could watch "fuck" I sighed happily remembering all the dirty things that the other boys told jake to tell me.

I let out a long sigh before limping my way to the connecting bathroom turning on the shower as I slowly gathered the few clothes I could find which was probably one of his shirts a pair of panties and a sports bra I hummed placing the stuff and a towl on the counter i saw a small piece of paper that look like a small note or a torn piece of a letter 'dear William' that was the only thing that was on it maybe thats his name.

I shrugged and placed it down before stepping into the shower relaxing as the hot water hit my skin, I took some time under the water cleaning myself and just enjoying the warm water but I knew I couldn't be in here for too long.

I turned off the water and leaned out the shower grabbing my towl to dry myself off humming slightly as I dressed myself my legs still feeling a bit tender but way better then what it was, I made my way back to the bed retaking my spot in the bed under the covers relaxing into the mattress sleep soon consumed me and I don't know how long I slept for.

"I will never get tired of this sight" I stirred slightly as I heard his distant voice a small moan left my lips as I felt pressure against my clit "f-fuck" I whined opening up my eyes to stare down at him, he was settled between my legs one of his hands gripping my thigh while the other one was tracing his finger tips up and down my core.

"William" I moaned pushing my hips up again lazily "that's it lucky charm" he smirked sticking two of his fingers inside me making my muscles clench he slowly thrusted his fingers in and out in slow agonizing strokes he smiled as my body shook as he thrusted his fingers in and out his breath fanning over my pussy.

"Please" I begged my eyes filled with hunger and lust "that's all you needed to do" he said and pulled out his hands ran up and down my thighs his eyes still staring into mine, my eyes flickered to his hands that left my skin moving up his things to the hem of his jeans slowly moving to unbuckle his belt.

I watched as his hands slowly pushed down his jeans and boxers intil they were pooled at his knees my eyes fluttered as I watched him grab ahold of his cock dragging his finger tips along the girth of his cock his own body shaking as he did so.

"Fuck yn" he breathed slowly adjusting himself intil his cock was by my entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock against my clit making me whine and moving against him "stop teasing" I whined squirming slightly as he chuckled "why don't you beg me like you did last night" he growled, "please william please" I panted making him smirk down at me.

"Since you asked so nicely" he whispered slowly pushing in, my reaction made him chuckle "still not used to me" he asked making me slap his shoulder lightly, he chuckled before starting to pull out and push in "oh fuck" I moaned wrapping my legs around his waist as he thrusted inside of me.

He panted and groaned as he leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart so our breathes mixed together "so fucking gorgeous" he groaned kissing my lips roughly, the kiss was rough and sloppy our moans, "fuck" I muttered feeling myself getting closer to the edge of my climax.

"Fuck I can feel you tighten around me" he grunted his thrusts fastening as his cock started to pulse inside me, my hands hands moving to wrapping around his neck tightening around it as I cam my body jolting as the pleasure shoot through my body "oh fuck" he cursed throwing his head back as he cam inside me he panted collapsing onto of me his hands grabbing my hips and shifted us into a comfortable position with his cock still inside me, I nuzzled into his chest my eyes fluttering as sleep soon consumed me.

"Just by fucking you I get all the luck I need and you get the pleasure you deserve, sleep tight my lucky charm sweet dreams"

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boredzillenial · 5 months

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Bad Bet

William beats you in a poker tournament, but you just can’t accept defeat, not yet…

Themes: DEAD DOVE - DNE f!reader, Dark!William, stealing, kidnapping, bit of violence (reader knocked unconscious, a headbutt), bondage, teasing/degradation, a spank, use of honorifics (good girl, attagirl), heavy eye contact, choking, nipple play, non-con, pinv, ruined orgasm

Wordcount: 2.6K

A.N: Huge thanks to @lunar-ghoulie @lunar-ghoulie4art ! I loved working together with the artwork and the fic! The Circle of Smut continues 😘

No, no this couldn’t be happening. How were you losing! You’d studied every player, every little tick and tell, and now you were losing to this guy?

You glared ahead at the man taking your money hand over fist. His slicked back salt and pepper hair shone like silver in the dim lighting of the casino. Piles of poker chips sat in-front of him and mocked you with every card dealt. Those had been yours… That was you’re fucking money stacked in-front of him…

All that money you’d so confidently walked into the casino with, all those chips - were gone. That son-of-a-bitch had taken of it… You stood slowly as you glared across the table, and this motherfucker had the nerve to give you a flat smile and a dismissive nod.

That was it, the final thing to snap your resolve. There’s no way he was keeping your money… You stalked to the edges of the tournament and watched it finish out from the shadows. This guy didn’t even win the damn tournament. He’d stopped during a hot streak and bowed out. You heard his name through quiet whispers of on-lookers next to you, William Tell.

You continued to lurk just out of sight as he sat at the bar. Adjusted from machine to machine to keep line of sight without drawing attention. He sipped on his whiskey like he was purposefully trying to waste the night away. Finally after what felt like an eternity he cashed out. The cashier piled stacks and stacks of your money onto the counter. He stuffed it unceremoniously into his jacket, flicked his sunglasses on and strolled out into the frigid air.

You followed several lengths behind and squinted in the abnormally bright winter sun as you stepped outside. After a few moments blinking away the sudden adjustment your heart nearly stopped as William passed you in his silver sedan. Quickly you found your own car and trailed behind him, keeping a few lengths back until he pulled into a shitty motel. Bingo… The wheels in your head churned as you passed by and found a decent spot to U-turn. Not only were you gonna get your money back, you were gonna take a little extra for your bruised ego.

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Hours passed slowly as you sat at the far end of the parking lot, watching his shadow move back and forth across the drawn curtains of his room. Finally, a crack of light crept across the lot as he came out into the bitter night. Your leg bounced in anticipation as he got in his car and drove off. You had to be smart about this, wait a few minutes to ensure he wouldn’t double back in case he forgot something, then get in.

A couple minutes felt like a lifetime and you just couldn’t wait any longer. Streaking across the lot like a shadow you jimmied the already busted looking lock on the door and made your way inside. What you saw froze you in your tracks.

All of the furniture in the room, including the bedside lamp, has been meticulously wrapped in white sheets and tied with twine. “Fucking psycho.” You muttered under your breath as you made your way inside. Your eyes flickered to the movie playing on a beaten down dresser. Some old western with a few too many gunslingers, the noise louder than you’d like for your already fried nerves. You looked around for bags, a suitcase, something - but the room appeared to be bare. Then your eyes connected with the closet, there had to be a safe…

Unease made your movements uncoordinated as you peered inside, unsure of what exactly you’d find. A soft sigh left your lips as your eyes lowered and settled on a small dingy hotel safe. “Jackpot.” You muttered with a smirk. Gunfire went off in the background and jolted you forward into the small closet. You shook off your nerves and settled back into your assessment of the safe.

It was a tiny black thing that looked like it’d been beaten within an inch of destruction. However, while the outside was dented the lock itself held steady against your prying fingers. You shook it out of sheer frustration and realized it wasn’t actually secured to anything. “Fuck it.” You muttered as you lifted the small safe up out of the closet and set it onto the bedside table. If you couldn’t crack it here, better to take it home.

The tension in your chest settled now that you had your prize. With no movement outside you grew bolder and decided to snoop. You found his suitcase and duffle bag tucked behind the sheet covered armchair in the corner. The suitcase was light when you pulled it out and set it atop the chair, the only things left inside was another white sheet and a spool of twine.

The dufflebag however, was much heavier. You lifted the brown leather bag with a huff as you set it beside the suitcase and opened it. Confusion knitted your brow at what you initially saw: pliers, a hammer, medical shears, gloves, and a black sack. Your heart thundered in your chest at the uses you imagined for all this. Then, be it bravery or stupidity, you dug around past the layer of torture tools till you hit something different, cash. Stacks and stacks tucked neatly underneath the grizzly tools.

You rummaged around to see just how many layers there were when another round of gunshots rang out from the tv. Unbeknownst to you they covered the sound of the door as it swung open. It was too late when you heard the rustle of clothing behind you a second before blinding pain exploded in the back of your skull and sent your world into darkness.

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The first moments of regained consciousness were hazy. Sensations came first, pain pounded in the back of your head, a soft fabric loosely around your head, rope bit into your ankles. You went to sit up until the similar bite of rope around your wrists stopped you.

“Don’t bother.” An apathetic voice muttered behind you.

You twisted slowly, the pang in your head sent your vision blurring despite the only thing you could see was darkness. A vague shadow passed infront of you. “Will-iam?” You groaned.

“Who else, you did break into my room.” His footsteps drew nearer and your heart nearly lept from your chest. “It was cute you know, watching you as you lost all that money.” You watched the shadow on the other side of the fabric. “I thought I would enjoy just watching you. Enjoy watching your nose wrinkle and that little snarl on your lips. That look when you left the table.”

One rough tug and the bag was pulled from your head. William slowly came into focus as he leaned forward, his dark eyes peered into your own. You held his gaze as you tested your bonds behind your back. “What wasn’t as cute, but far more interesting, was catching you following me here. I thought you’d just tail me for a bit then peel off, but you didn’t -”

You took the moment of him monologuing and lurched forward. Your forehead connected with the bridge of his nose. He stumbled backward and caught himself, holding his face as he stood. Tension drew his shoulders up as he turned his back to you and walked over to the dresser. The sound of metal on wood felt like it scraped across your nerves.

He turned on his heels, a slow red trail flowed down over his lip. A tight grin revealed the tint of red spread across his teeth. You shivered at the sight of him as he adjusted those blue gloves over his fingers and squinted for a moment. He assessed you, curled and tied on the bed, seemingly made some decision and turned to grab the medical shears off the dresser.

As he dragged his gloved fingers across his lips it left a crimson streak across them. William strode over slowly, grabbed hold of your ankles and twisted till you laid on your back. Your bound hands dug uncomfortably into your spine. You went to kick but the combination of his eyes boring into yours, his grip tightening, and the snarl on his lips made you still.

“Hours later, after you should’ve lost your nerve and left, there you were in your car, waiting.” He slotted the shears at the cuff of your pants and cut slowly. “You’re not nearly as inconspicuous as you think you are gorgeous.” His breath left him in a slow sigh as your bare leg came into view. His tongue dragged across his upper lip to clean the scarlet stain.

“So I gave you a hand. Busted the lock on the door just in case your burglary skills matched your ability to blend in.” His cuts were steady till they hit the band of your underwear. His smirk shifted to another quick snarl as he pressed the scissors against your skin, caught the edge of your panties and in one swift motion your right leg was free from ankle to hip.

“When I pulled in and saw your shadow across the blinds I thought I was imagining it. You really had the guts to try to steal from me.” Panic set in as he moved the shears to your left pant leg and began to cut. You wiggled despite the vice-grip he had on your ankles, which earned you a low growl. His hand shifted to a bruising grip on your hip to steady you. With another firm cut your left leg was freed and a wicked grin spread across his face.

In one swift motion he yanked your tattered pants, the chill from the stale hotel AC ghosted across your exposed pussy. “You sick son of a bitch!” You spat.

His grin twisted your belly as he gripped your bound ankles and lifted them straight up. “I like guts. In fact, that’s how I know you’ll be perfect for what I have in mind if you can manage to behave.”

“Let me go!” You arched and twisted till a harsh slap cracked across your ass.

“Enough!” He pressed forward till your knees touched your chest. Your breathing came in short gasps as he continued. “I need you to do as your told. I promise you, you don’t wanna know what’ll happen if you don’t.” Your gaze flickered to the brown leather bag sitting open on the armchair. The image of what it contained stilled your movements. “Ahh good girl, you remember what you saw in there?”

Your eyes grow wide as you nodded. You looked back as him leaned over your legs, his groin pressed against your bare core. “You’re mine now. Understood?” You nodded again.

“Attagirl, I like a quick learner.” His voice was low as he quickly undid his belt and zipper. His length came free and pressed against your soft folds. “Been needing someone to bury my cock in.” He rolled his hips slowly, gathered slickness along his girth before the fat tip pressed into you.

The stretch of him stole the last bit of air you had. He smirked at your shallow breathes but relented, leaned back a bit and kept your ankles on his shoulder. You filled your lungs greedily before a snap of his hips punched the air from you. “I’m taking you on the road with me. If you’re good, I’ll even teach you how to play poker.”

“Fuck yo-uuu.” He sunk further twisting your curse into a groan.

“Gladly.” He leaned back, grabbing the shears and raised a brow. “Behave.” In a quick cut your legs fell to either side of his hips.

A thought flickered in your mind, if you could just wrap your legs around him and squeeze as hard as you could you might be able to -

William leaned forward and wrapped his hand around your throat. “I see those wheels turning. Whatever it is your thinking, don’t.” His hips snapped forward again and set a steady pace as you grew lightheaded. You were so preoccupied with the buzzing in your head that you hadn’t noticed his other hand. Dexterous latex covered fingers met your clit and rubbed firm circles over it.

The pressure, the angle, the stretch of him. It was too much. You felt your eyes nearly cross as you looked up at him. Mouth agape in a silent plea as he shoved you closer and closer to climax with every buck. “See? See what happens when you behave?” He breathed between thrusts.

Fuck him for doing this to you, fuck him for making you feel so damn good. Fuck him for - With a final press he sent you over the edge, your head thrown back and a choked groan escaped your throat as he let it go. “Good girl,” He cooed. “Give in.”

Your muscles melted as you came down from your high, only vaguely aware of him shifting positions. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and leaned in. “Look at me baby, eyes on me.” His gravely tone brought you back to the moment. You looked up at him. His silver hair fell forward and a tinge of red remained on his upper lip. You groaned as he lean further still, deliciously deep in your channel. “That’s right, look at me as you take it. Take all of it.” He buried himself as deep as he could. The stretch almost too much as you quivered around him.

“F-fuck.” You whimpered as he began a slow, deep rhythm. The part of you that wanted to protest became a soft, distant whisper somewhere in the back of your mind. His hands snaked up to your collar and ripped the fabric till your breasts fell free.

“Perfect.” He whispered as his gloved fingers gripped your breasts. You arched into his touch as the latex grazed against your hardened nipples. Eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip. A hard twist made you gasp and jolt forward to give him an angry glare. “Eyes. on. me.” He growled as his thrusts grew harsher.

Frustration and pleasure roiled inside you as his pace quickened. You held his gaze with as hard of an expression as you could muster until his touch suddenly grew gentle on your sensitive peaks. Your brows tilted up as you bit your lip to stop the whimper he tried to draw from you. “Let me hear it.” He growled.

You shook your head as your bite teetered on painful. His cock hit that spot deep within you as he churned, his pelvis grinding against your clit. Your breath quickened despite your attempt to fight off the pleasure he brought. “Last chance, let me hear you.”

A metallic tang spread across your tongue as you bit down harder and shook your head. “Fine.” His pace quickened, sent you right to the edge before pulling completely out. Your heels hit the bed as you whimpered and groaned. Channel clenched around nothing, orgasm completely ruined. Tears stung your eyes as you glared at him.

“Should’ve listened.” He smirked as his cock twitched, covered in slickness. Your gaze remained on his length. “You gonna listen this time?” He mocked as he took off his tie. He waited for your response with a confident smirk and slowly took off his dress shirt. Your gaze flickered to his muscular torso as it came into view then back down to erection still hard and throbbing.

You swallowed the metallic taste in your mouth along with your pride, and gave a curt nod. That one minute motion sealed that evening and many more to come. Or in your case, not to cum.

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winniethewife · 5 months

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I'm getting what is mine (William Tell x F!Reader)

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Kidnapping, Sensory deprivation, Non-con, Stockholm syndrome, Drugged, PinV, Fembodied, Oral sex, Bondage, unprotected sex, toxic relationship, Fake Death

Minors DNI

For @romana-after-dark 's Dead Dove Do Not Eat December.

Words: 1162

Just call my name, I'm yours to tame…

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

All night long 'til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours,

It was Dark, Silent, and the gag in her mouth made chafed slightly at the sides of her mouth. The blindfold around her eyes was secured tight as were her hands, tied together behind her back. She had noise cancling headphones over her ears. Whoever had done this know what he was doing. From what little she could tell she was on a bed, the sheets weren’t every comfortable. She had no idea how long she’d been sitting there, clad only her bra and underwear, the cold air of the room on her skin. Suddenly she feels a hand on her shoulder, she flinches at the touch. It’s oddly gentle, the rough calloused hand caressing her shoulder, then down her arm, lifting her hand, Pressing lips on her fingers and slowly but surely up her arm. A chill runs up her spine, she’s not sure what she’s meant to do, such gentle actions in a situation that was far from gentle. She lets out a soft involuntary whimper, this causes William pause.

This was something he had fantasized about for a long time. Just taking what he wanted, it had seemed so easy when he had started talking to her at the bar of the casino, when he bought her a drink and slipped the tasteless powder in her drink, when he got her back to his motel room where she was out cold. But it seemed a little harder watching her over night. He hadn’t tried anything yet, showing restraint, just sleeping next to her unconscious body, after making sure she couldn’t get away of course. In the morning when she started to wake, he positioned her on her knees, then watching her squirm and twitch in fear, until finally… he was ready. But that soft innocent sound, that was what made this just slightly harder.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” He says softly, knowing she can’t hear him, he wonders if he’s saying it to reassure her or keep himself accountable. He doesn’t think about it very long before moving to lay her down, his mouth moving along her body, his fingers curls under the elastic of her underwear, pulling them down gently. She lets out a sob, terrified. For her every touch was so intense. Every single time his lips made contact with her skin, every move he made, when he pushes her legs to the side, when he trusted into her…It was all so much, too much. Tears soaking the blind fold as she cries out, terrified of every second, terrified of her own bodies reaction, terrified of what will happen next.

Two days pass, William does everything to take care of her, something she doesn’t expect. He makes sure all her needs are taken care of, but he doesn’t ever take off any of the sensory deprivation devices, just the gag. She has barley spoken a word, just letting him know when she needed to use to the bathroom or she was done eating or something similar. But that morning when she woke up, she realized she could hear the soft breathing of the sleeping man who held her tight. She gasped slightly as he pulls her in closer. His mouth on her earlobe.

“Hello Beautiful.” He whispers in her ear then bites down softly on the helix of her ear. The voice, it calls back the image, the handsome man at the bar with the slicked back hair, and a handsome face.

“William.” She is shocked, her whole body freezes. It’s all starting to come together now. William kisses her neck and hums softly.

“Yes...God you’re so pretty baby. And you’re mine.” He growls in her ear, pulling her in close, thrusting his hips into hers, she feels his cock against her. A soft moan escapes her lips. She feels instant shame as she does so. William huffed into her shoulder, moving his hips into hers, snaking his arm down to her cunt, running his fingers through her wet folds, drawing more soft moans from her. She doesn’t know what to feel as he moves her body, parting her legs and finding his way with his mouth to her heat. Running his tongue along her slit his thumb rubbing circles on her Clit.

“No, No, No, Please, Please…Ngh.” She tried to move away, tried to make an effort, but he easily held her down as he moved to pin her. “I said you’re mine.”

This became her life after that. She was his, and that was her only reason to exist. She loses track of the time she’d been in this one motel room, but slowly she earns the ability to see, to be untied, to do things on her own. Over time she doesn’t even think about her life before, this was her life now, and at some point she hardly recognized herself. She was waiting for William to return after one of the now rare occasions that he left. As He came in the door she stood up from the bed, excited to see him. Like a dog who’s master had been gone all day.

“Hey, look at you, so pretty for me.” He says as he looks over her, she’s wearing one of the outfits he bought her, they don’t cover much, but he likes it that way. He wraps an arm around her and pulls her in to kiss her cheek, then deeply inhales her scent, burying his face in her neck. He nips at the sensitive skin under her jaw. She lets out a soft mewl as he does so. “Mmm…That’s it…Who do you belong to?”

“You, William…Only you.” She answers. Her hands wrap around his shoulders as he growls in appreciation.

“That’s right baby…You’re mine.” His voice is low as he presses his tongue on one of the Hickeys on her neck, a physical reminder of his ownership. After a moment of appreciating his prize he pulls away and looks into her eyes. “You’re ready, sweetheart. We’re hitting the road tonight babe, just you and me, gonna show the world who you belong to now.” He smiles softly, an unusual look for him. She smiles back.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Darling.” She whispers, she means it. She would follow him to the ends of the earth. She was entirely enraptured by him, not even a thought of what he had done, how she got in this position in the first place. None of it mattered.

“That’s my girl…” His lips meet hers and they move together in sync. He got exactly what he wanted, and all it took was a little persuasion, a bit of patience, and convincing the entire town that this girl…was dead. Now she was his, and his alone. They would leave in the morning around 10, when everyone who knew her buried another woman’s body.

And she was none the wiser, her mind, body and soul were devoted to him, and him alone. ~

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 7 months

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Losing Hand

William Tell x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 8: Cockwarming

Summary: William tries to teach you to appreciate poker.

Warnings: cockwarming, p in v sex, cream pie, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1052

You shift a little on William’s lap.

The deep press of his long, thick cock inside you is distracting you more than you want to let on. Not that William can’t tell. Even if he couldn’t feel every time you clench around him he’d be able to read you like a well-worn paperback.

He doesn’t say anything though.

Just lets you move and readjust. You notice the slight hitch in his breathing, the small bob of his throat. But they are minute. Hardly reactions at all.

You sigh and look at your cards, trying to remember what William has been teaching you about poker. The worst card game in your opinion. And by worst you meant boring. TV and films always made it seem like it was full of royal flushes and straights, but really it was two of a kind. If you were lucky.

“It’s all about playing the other players, not about the game.” He had said, with a small smile. Though he had at least agreed that poker wasn’t his preferred way to gamble.

“I’d rather play an interesting game.” You’d grumbled.

You had known you’d been in trouble the second the words left your mouth and a wicked gleam flickered on in William’s eyes.

“Oh,” he smiled widely. “I’m sure we can make it interesting.”

Which is how you found yourself here. Your chest pressed against his, resting your chin on his shoulder, your thighs either side of his.

You hold your cards behind his back, so only you can see. William does the same with his own.

The position makes dealing a little difficult, but William’s promised that he’ll play fair and won’t look at what you’re dealt as he passes them over his shoulder to you. And you know that for William, a promise is a promise.

After around ten minutes you noticed he loosened the top few buttons of his shirt. He was completely dressed, having just undone his fly. While you’d opted to take off your trousers and underwear.

The cards you had were shit. Unhelpful in practically any card game you could think of. You sighed as you stared at them, trying to decide on what you wanted to do.

You shift again, stretching your left leg.

“Comfortable?” William growls in your ear, his voice low and dark. You feel his dick twitch inside of you.

Somehow you manage to suppress a giggle and nod. “Yeah, you?”

He grumbles something unintelligible.

You pause for a moment, the realisation suddenly dawning that perhaps your current position was more frustrating to William than it was to you. Mr Oh So Calm and Collected.

Sure, you were split open and knew that your slick was running down his balls and soaking into his trousers. But, at least you were able to keep some level of control.

You pause and wiggle ever so slightly, not enough for him to really call you out on it.

But he groans. A small, low sound that you wouldn’t have caught if you hadn’t been listening for it.

You stop moving. Leave it for a second before you start up again. This time you contract your walls, clamping down on him and-

“Fuck.” He hisses, grabbing hold of your hips and burying his face into your neck.

“William, what are you doing?” You tease. “We’re playing poker?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” He mutters into your skin. His fingers press firmly against you, bedding the cards in his hand.

“I don’t know what you mean?” You said innocently as you clench around him again.

He lets out a small moan, his heartbeat thundering in his chest. He mouths at your neck, scraping his teeth over your skin before he bites down softly.

You let out a small gasp of surprise, your walls fluttering around him again.

And William loses it. He stares up at you through his long lashes and rocks you back and forth, his hands bruising on your hips.

Pleasure flares up your spine as he finally moves. That deep ache that had been festering even since you both started the stupid game explodes into full on need as the tip of his cock brushes against that wonderful spot inside.

You bite your lip, trying to swallow your moans as you grip hold of his shoulders and move with him. Taking over the angle and tempo so that your clit grinds against him deliciously.

He buries his head into your chest, mouthing at your breast through the material of your top. You let him for a moment, let him hide his face as he nears his peak. He’s too on edge to hold himself back for long.

Gently, but with a force you know he needs, you slide your hand under his jaw and push his chin back until he’s looking up at you, his neck taut and exposed.

His brows furrowed together as he tries to fend off his impending orgasm. Quickly, he lets go of your hip with his right hand and presses his thumb between your bodies, adding extra pressure on your clit. He doesn’t circle it but pinches it lightly with an alternating force that makes you gasp and squirm on his lap as he looks up at you with drunken lust.

“Fuck, come on baby, please,” he murmurs between grunted breaths, “please, need to feel you squeeze my cock, need to feel you cum on me.”

You grind down on him, desperately chasing your high as he kisses you messily, groaning out fragments of sentences between breaths. “So wet for me, need you so bad, need you to-”

You whine into his mouth as your orgasm crests, pleasure rushing over you as he hits impossibly deep. Pressing into the very heart of you.

William groans a fraction of a second later, his dick throbbing as you clamp down on him. He spills deep inside, his hips rutting to fuck his spend further.

He holds you tightly as you both breathe heavily, sweat cooling on your bodies. He kisses your shoulder, nuzzling into you as you rest against him.

“I quite like poker actually, if all games end like that.” You mumble sleepily.

William chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “All our poker games can end this way if you’d like.”

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Washed In Black: Chapter 1

Darkish!William Tell x fem!Reader

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Summary: A young cocktail waitress at a casino takes interest in William but he rebuffs her advances. Still, he can't get her out of his head. When he follows her home, he stopped an attempted attack and brings her back to his hotel. Wanting company Will invites her on the road with him, just for the summer before her final year of college... It's just a summer fling, right?

Content and Warnings: No happy ending, oops. Darkish!Will, but not really dark to reader. big ole age gap, reader is 21, Will is early 40's. Attempted rape, reader defends herself but William finishes the job. Will briefly stalks her but there was no nefarious intent. Possessive Will, protective Will, hints too Will having OCD (my personal headcanon), PTSD from both Will and reader, reader has a shitty homelife but not abusive like I usually write. Canon typical violence. Alcohol and smoking from everyone involved. More will likely be added as we go but I'll add them in chapters under "additional warnings"

Immersability: References to reader having hair. She works at a casino as a cocktail waitress, takes place in the US and her and her parents live in the US currently. Reader generally dresses "sexy" in casinos, I know not everyone does for different reasons So I figured I should note that.

Authors Note: This fic has been in my head since last November when I saw this movie. It's my comfort movie and IDC how weird that sounds lol. I've gone back and forth on whether this needs to be a one shot or series, but I think miniseries just makes sense. I'm thinking 3 chapters.

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Will wasn’t stalking you, really, he wasn’t.

He just wanted to make sure you got home safe. You’d caught his eye all week, bringing him drinks at the casino he was at for the time being, pretty, flattering dresses. He liked that you wore flats instead of heels. You looked more comfortable. He liked that you had a soft smile on your face, and he liked that you were clearly eyeing him. He’s only human, after all. Did he feel a bit of guilt for checking out someone so much younger than him? Yes, of course he did, but it was just looking… right?

You threw that out the window when you sat down next to him and slid him a drink. When Will gives you a quizzical look, you clarify. “Ton Collins. That’s what you drink, isn’t it?”

It was. You’d been paying attention. “Yeah, it is. But I didn’t order one.”

“Don’t worry, this ones on me.” You gesture to where your ballet flats had been traded for Converse. “I’m off the clock”

Will takes a sip. “Still doesn’t explain why you gave me a drink.”

You roll your eyes, but smile still. “Men aren’t the only ones who can buy drinks.”

A little bit of bite to you, he notes before condeeding. “Fair enough.” William takes his new class and holds it up, smiling when you clink it to his.

Fidgeting in your seat, you look around at the bright lights and bustle of the casino as you try to stoke a conversation. “What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Will can sense your nervousness from two seats down, trying to keep his eyes from the tight red dress wrapped around your body. He tried to stay polite, you were just a kid after all. “William Tell, and your-” His sentence was interrupted by your laughter, bright and jovial and although he didn’t know what was funny, it made him happy to hear. “What’s so funny”

“Nothing!” You shake your head, trying to move on, as you cover the smile on your red lips. Same shade as your dress. When you see he doesn’t buy it, you smile harder and elaborate. “It’s just, I expected you to give me a fake name, but I didn’t expect it to be so…”

“To be soooo” He urges you on.

“So obvious!” A fresh bout of laughter, and while he was aware you were making fun of him, he couldn’t help smiling gently.

“That is my name.” He lied.

“Yeah, and mine’s maid Marian.”

“You’re thinking of Robin Hood.”

“Same thing.”

“Not really.”

“Whatever.” You tell him your name, and he reaches out to shake your hand. The firm but gentle shake makes your heart skip a beat. He was handsome, a head of straight, fully grey hair, and although you were certain he wouldn’t take kindly to you calling him a DILF, that’s what was going through your head. What appealed the most, however, was his manners. Many a man at this casino had attempted to woo you, to buy you, to assault you. Men were disgusting. With this man, however, although you could tell he was checking you out, it wasn’t leering. You didn’t feel like he was mentally undressing you. He simply said please and thank you and kept to himself and god, it made you want him. You didn’t sleep with the men here as a personal rule… but maybe he could be an acception.

“You can call me Bill, since you don’t like my name.”

“I’m not doing that either.”

She’s a bit of a brat, he notes. “Why not?”

“Too King of the Hill.”

A slight chuckle escaped him. She is trouble.

“Can I call you Will?”

“Whatever makes you happy.” You wouldn't be calling him anything. Will would talk to you while he finished the drink, he didn’t want to be rude, but he wasn’t going to indulge you. You weren’t the first young cocktail waitress that had made a move on him, and plenty of girls barely old enough to drink spent their time hooking at casinos, but William wasn’t that kind of guy. He didn’t have anonymous sex, he didn’t really have sex, and he certainly wasn’t entertaining girls young enough to be his daughter… But Will was fighting for his life. You’d scooted over to the chair next to him, had been very clearly leaning in ways to show him your tits, smiling at him with that youthful grin… No, he couldn’t indulge you.

When you got the hint that he wasn’t about to invite you to his room (he wasn’t staying at the casino anyway), you made a graceful exit, telling him to have a nice night and good luck.

But he couldn’t shake the thought of you.

It was for your safety.

He was just going to make sure you made it out of the crowds okay.

When he saw you were walking home, he was just going to make sure you got home okay. It was dangerous at 2 am for a young girl.

William repeatedly validated his action in his head as he watched you. You were just not being safe. Walking alone, headphones in your ear… something loud and aggressive he assumed by the way you banged your head, did air guitar and drum solo’s… you weren’t paying attention at all. All this was validated on it’s own, however, when William realizes he’s not the only one following you.

The man appears almost out of nowhere not far from the casino and grabs you, pulling you into a dark alleyway before he can jump in. As William runs to the scene, he’s surprised to find you were not quite as helpless as he thought, watching you take a stabber keychain and thrusting it into his side.

“Holy shit” William mutters as he watches the man bleed, but you turn to him, the stabber pointed at his chest.

“WATCH IT!” You yell, but you’re clearly posturing. Your whole body is shaking.

“Relax” William put his hands up, beginning to build his lie. “I saw him following you, I’m not here to hurt you.”

The man on the ground groans loudly in pain, and your shaking becomes uncontrollable. You drop the stabber and rush into his arms. Jesus, you’re naive. So trusting. Another moan and William looks at the man. He was a rapist. Well, attempted one with you, but men like that dont just rape once.

“Go home.” He tells you. “I’ll take care of this.”

You shout a no. “You can’t leave me alone! We’ll call the police!”

Naive indeed. William takes you a few steps away, holding you by the shoulders. “The police won’t do anything but arrest you for stabbing him.”

Confused, you try to argue. “But it’s self defense, he tried to-”

“Your word against his. Women get arrested for defending themself from rape all the time, it’s hard to prove attempted rape.”

The tears never stopped from your pretty eyes. “Then can’t we just… leave him?”

Sweet young thing… William shook his head. “I’m not leaving a rapist alive.”

The man starts begging for his life, alternating between pleas to you, and then when that doesn’t work, telling William that you were asking for it. That didn't help his case. William carefully guides you, taking you out of the alley and away from the bleeding man. “Stay here” He grabs your dropped airpods and tells you to turn up the music.

And you do.

Linkin Park, as loud as it can go, still doesn’t drown out all the sounds that came from the alley.

When William came back in sight, he was covered in blood. He thought you should be horrified… but the way you looked at him was like his night in shining amour. “C’mon. I’ll drive you home.”

“No!” You surpsise him with your answer.

“Or we can walk, that’s-”

“I don’t wanna go home!” When he looked confused, you elaborate. “It’s lonely there, my parent… they act like I don’t exist, and I’m scared, Will. I’m fucking scared and they are no help. Please, please can’t I go with you?”

Bad idea. “No, I don’t think that’s-”

“Please?”

William heard sirens not far away. The dead man’s screams must’ve alerted someone… fuck, they needed to leave. “Fuck, come on.” William wrapped an arm around her, taking her through the alley. “Don’t look at him.” He kept a hand at her head, keeping her eyes forward. Through the backways and slipping into darkness, William took her to where his car was parked and ripped out of the parking lot.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Are you going to tell me where you live?” He asks but you stay silent. He sighs. “Honey how old are you?”

You hesitate. “26”

“You’re a bad liar.”

“Why do you care?”

“I want to make make sure I won’t get arrested for kidnapping a minor!”

“I work at a casino!”

Okay. Fair point. “Just checking, because you said you lived with your parents.”

“It’s a shit economy.”

“Hey, I’m not judging you, I was in prison by 26.” That was enough to make you turn to him. He glanced over to you. “Yeah, you still wanna stay with an ex con?”

“What were you in prison for” Nosy little girl.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Was it it rape?”

“No”

“Then I don’t really care.”

“You should”

“But I don’t.”

“Do you really want to stay with me tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. You can stay with me. For one night, I’m heading out tomorrow.”

“Fine.” A short pause. “Thank you.”

“It’s fine.”

“For all of it.”

“It’s fine.”

When you arrived at the motel and Will opened the door, you were regretting your choice. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Of course his room setup was going to be off putting. He didn’t have an explanation for himself, so he never bothered on the rare occasion someone saw it.

“You’re going to kill me.”

Well that was not what he was expecting. William turned to you. “What?” he reiterated with more vigor.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes before groaning. “God dammit I’m so fucking stupid. My dad was right, I was gonna get myself killed some day!”

He called your name. “What are you talking about? I’m not gonna kill you.”

Gesturing vaguely towards the room, all the furniture, paintings, chairs all wrapped up. “Covering the fucking room? Clearly you’re planning to slit my throat and throw away the evidence.”

William pushed past you. “If I slit your throat, the blood would go everywhere, walls, ceiling, all of it. Covering the bedside table won’t do shit.”

“Oh. That’s comforting, I guess.”

“Are you coming in or not?”

Well, what option did you have? You close the door and take in the room. It was so… plain.

“Why do you cover everything?”

William simply shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine.” He pulls out some clothes, handing you a t shirt and pants and some for himself. “I’m going to shower since I’m covered in blood.” He states plainly, seemingly unphased. “You can shower after, wear these.”

“Thank you.”

After everything was settled, you sat on the bed watching tv while William wrote in a book. “You can lay on the bed, you know. It’s late.”

He didn’t look up. “I’ll sleep here.”

“Oh come on, I’m not taking your damn bed.”

“I don’t sleep much anyway.”

“Ohhhhh mysterious.”

That was enough to make Will turn around, a light smile creeping on his features. “You haven't told me much about yourself either.” He deflected. “What”s a niice girl like you doing in a trashy casino?”

Swinging your legs over the bed, you force yourself up and over to him. “Pays for tuition.”

When you make your way over, Will stands up, looking down at you as his hair flopped in his face. The action closed a lotof distance, bringing him close to you. The left over energy from what happened tonight was buzzing in both of you, unable to sleep despite the late hours of the morning. “Oh yeah? You’re in school?”

“Mhm. Geology at Notre Dame”

“Realy?” He was impressed.

“Yup, senior year.”

“Hm. Pretty and smart.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. William was so worked up, the brutal murder of the man who attempted to rape her transfering into a sexual energy that was getting hard to control.

He expected you to get uncomfortable, but you lit up at his words. “You think I’m pretty?”

It was all slipping out now. “You know damn well that you are. All dressed up in those tight, skimpy dresses, showing yourself off, flirting with me all week…” He took a step forward, but you didn’t move back, instead leaning in ever so slightly.

“And you weren’t flirting back?”

William huffed a short laugh. “I was trying not to. You make it awfully hard.”

It was you who closed the gap, feeling his plush lips against yours. His kiss was immediately hungry, starving, William’s mouth opening wide to take all of you in, to taste the expanse of you. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.” But he made no effort to stop, walking you backwards until you topple on the bed.

You were winey and desperate, rutting your hips up into him as he pawed at you. “Need you to fuck me.” You beg him.

“Relax.” Will purrs in your ear, slowly grinding into your spread legs. He was going to take his time with you, fuck you right… but god he was barely holding on himself, so worked up that he needed to release himself somehow. He continued kissing you, licking into your mouth and stifling your pretty little sounds because he just can’t keep his mouth off of you when he feels it. You were shaking.

“Hey,” William pulls back, cupping your face. “Hey, you alright?”

When you look up at him, wide-eyed, Will is stuck by how young you look. “Y-yeah I’m fine I just…” You chuckle nervously. “Not a whole lot of experience in this department.”

Will gives you another few inches of space. “Are you a virgin?”

“No,” You try to assure him, but his intense gaze boring into you did not help the nerves. “Just… not much better.”

Sighing, he drops his forehead to yours. “How old are you?”

“26-”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m 21.”

Another sigh, Will rolled off, but you try to fix it, grabbing at him. “No! Will, I’m sorry, I want you-”

His eyes were pinched closed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Let’s just… lets just go to sleep.”

Embarrassed and sexually frustrated, you begin to shuffle under the blankets with Will. “Can you… can you hold me?”

“Yeah, yeah I can do that.”

William wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his body. You could feel his hardness, but his closeness comforted you. Will made you feel safe.

That morning, you were woken up to the sound of Will packing and you made it a point to groan dramatically. “UUUGGHHHH Why the hell are you up so early?”

“I told you, I don’t sleep much” He was folding up his linens, slowly making the room look normal.

“Ooooo edgy”

“Check out at 10 anyway.”

You grumble, rubbing your face into the pillow. “Do you have to go? Can’t you stay another day?”

Will stopped his movements, pausing before he pulled up a now-uncovered chair to where you lay. With his legs manspreading, he placed his elbows on his knees, folded his hands and leaned towards you. “What’s keeping you here? You clearly don’t care for your parents, your job you can get anywhere, pretty girl like you. What’s keeping you here?”

You’re taken aback by his question, but answer honestly. Early morning grogginess doesn’t leave much room for deception. “Just making enough money to pay for next years school.”

“How much do you think you’ll make this summer.”

You give him an estimate.

He nods. “Leave with me.”

Blink. “Huh?”

“Travel with me. I’ll pay you what you would make at the end and bring you back to school at the start of the summer. I’ll pay for your food, clothes, anything you need.”

You can’t help but huff at that. “What what money? Sorry, but this isn’t exactly a luxury room.”

Little shit. He grabs one of his bags, opens it, revealing large stacks of hundred dollar bills. “I count cards. I keep to modest means but… there’s no reason I can’t win more.”

“Hooooolyyyyy shit.” He was loaded. Absolutely loaded. You get off the pillow, looking back and forth between Will and the money. There’s no reason you couldn’t go. Well, it was dangerous, a strange man you didn’t know taking you across the country… but you were never one for impulse control. Still, you think of last night. “I’m not… I’m not a hooker.”

“It’s not about sex.” When you look suspicious, he presses on. “It gets lonely on the road. I just… want some company. Two and a half months, just us, like a summer vacation. You’ll have everything you need to finish school, I promise.”

His eyes were earnest, and despite the fact you heard him slaughter a man only feet away from you… you trust him.

A few hours later, you and him were on the road. You sent a text to your boss who was none to happy about quitting with no notice, and left a note for your parents when you got your essential saying you left with a friend. They didn’t care enough to question that you didn’t have any friends in your home town anymore.

Will’s car was old but clean. Comfortable. The next destination was Seattle and after hours of begging, he let you put on your own music instead of the silence.

“What the fuck is this shit.”

“It’s Green Day, I thought you would know Green Day, old man.”

He wanted to wipe that bratty smirk right off her face. “This isn’t any Green Day I know.”

“Yeah, cause you probably only know American Idiot, poser.” When Will turned to you with a cocked eyebrow, you backtrack. “Sorry.”

“That’s what I thought.”

When you and Will check into your hotel, he paid in cash. Great, no paper trail in case you’re murdered. Wonderful. Sometimes you wonder what was going through your head when you left with him, but you couldn’t find yourself regretting it. You enjoyed his company so far, even if he was cranky. It was cute. He was cute. You wanted to suck his dick.

“Here.” Will handed you a wad of cash. “There’s a strip mall down the street, get something nice for tonight.”

You smile up at him cheekily, swaying your hips a bit as you walk over to take the money. Fuck, you had a sugar daddy. “Don’t you wanna come with? Make sure you approve of what I buy, stay on budget?” You graze his hand with your fingers as you take it.

He simple began to unpack his linens. “Your budget is whats there.” There had to be at least $1000. “I gotta take care of this.”

“Ah. The weird room thing.”

“Yes, the weird room thing.”

You left him too it, taking the money and going for a shopping spree. You do, of course, pick out what you were sent for. A beautiful black sparkling dress, designer because why not, and some fancy jewelry to go with it. Shoes, however, you get from the department store. You’d do a lot of things, but wearing heels was not one of them. You couldn’t take the pain anymore.

While almost out the door, you spot a little something in a store window, something you’d always wanted but you budget wouldn’t justify it.

A few hours later, you exit the motel bathroom all dolled up. Will was sitting on the bed, phone in hand, only looking up when you exited. “Oh.” Was his first muttered response as he stood.

You blush, looking down. “That all?”

“No, shit, sorry.” he mumbles. “You look beautiful. Sorry, I’m… I’m not good with words…”

You’d noticed that. Not that he wasn’t good with words, just that he didn’t talk much. You didn’t mind, he was… peaceful.

Right before you and William left for the night out, his lady luck on his arms you stop him. “Wait wait!” You say before going to your pile of bags and pulling out a polaroid camera you had bought today.

“Ah come on. Do we have to take pictures?” He grumbled with only a half hearted attempt at resistance.

“If I’m having a summer fling and a road trip, I’m documenting it. I promise I won’t always take pictures of you.”

“Fine.”

“You’re like that grumpy eagle muppet.”

“What the fuck-”

You snapped the picture just as he turned, giggling as it developed. Despite his resistance, Will leaned over to see it: You, smiling brightly at the camera, him, looking grumpy as he frowned at you.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” Will warned, his voice low but a bit of tease was there. His hand gently guided you out the door.

The night awaits.

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hoedamn-eron · 22 days

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mrs tillich's hot grandson

Your elderly neighbour, Mrs Tillich, is so lovely...as is her grandson.

Warnings: Mentions of dementia in a relative. Elderly relative needing a live-in nurse. Mentions of past military career. Sort of proofread, prone to mistakes. Word count: 1,714 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

What's this!? A one shot!? I'm sorry I've been gone for four weeks, I've been hyper fixating on Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (it's taken 20+ years but I've finally watched them).

Your neighbour, Mrs Tillich, is a ray of sunshine.

She’s pushing on 100, she has a live-in nurse with her, and loves to be in her garden, which was when she usually caught you to have a chat, over the fence you share, usually when you were leaving for work or coming back. Honestly, you had no problem with speaking to her; as you said, she was everything that was good in this world, and she brightened your day.

You suspected she had some sort of dementia; she’s introduced herself to you multiple times, and repeatedly tells you about her ‘very good looking and single’ grandson.

“He’s a strapping young man,” she’d told you one day, giving you a wink. “He’s in the military, you know?”

You always smiled politely and told her that he sounded very interesting and maybe one day you’ll be introduced, but so far, you hadn’t met the guy.

You hope it’s the gentleman who visits her once a month, who gives you a polite nod if he ever catches your eye if you’re in your driveway. He’s a real silver fox and is always dressed so smartly. He makes your stomach do somersaults whenever his dark eyes meet yours. And God, that jawline.

Today’s forecast was sunshine all around, and you decided that it was the perfect opportunity to give your garden some TLC, and maybe even wash your car. You dress in light clothes, accommodating the hot weather outside and you step out. Your long-abandoned gardening tools were in your garage, and you had some old plant seeds from last year, gifted to you from Mrs Tillich. Hopefully, they would still be okay.

After gathering your things, you settle on your lawn and get work picking out the weeds and giving your garden a general tidy up. You bask in the sunlight, listening to the sounds of birds, and cars passing, and the sounds of the Johnson kids a few doors down, having a water fight from the sounds of it.

You’re so lost in your own world that you don’t realise someone has joined you.

“Hi.”

You jump and look up at the source of the voice.

It was him. The silver fox. He was stood on Mrs Tillich’s side of your adjoining fence, his arms crossed, and Christ, is it normal for a shirt to stretch like that over someone’s arms?

“H…hi,” you stammer before you clear your throat. Pathetic. “Hi.”

His gives you a small grin before he holds his hand out. “I’m William. But I usually go by Bill, you can call me Bill if you want.”

You stand quickly and make your way over. You shake his hand as you introduce yourself. You ignore the way your skin tingles as he shakes your hand.

“Nice to finally meet you,” he said, before crossing his arms again. Defensive guy. “We saw you – me and my grandmother – in your garden, and she told me I should introduce myself. She said you were friendly, and ‘single’. I apologise if she’s been a bit persistent.”

So he is the grandson!

You shake your head at his words, giving him a soft smile. “No, not, she’s…not at all. I enjoy chatting to her, she’s really nice.”

“She can be...” he says before going quiet, giving you a look as if he felt sorry for you, but also trying to placate you. “She’s a bit...you know.” he motions to his head.

“Really, you don’t have to explain yourself,” you say, giving a kind smile. “I don’t mind chatting to her, really.”

William nods at you and you both fall into an awkward silence. You bite the inside of your lip as you study him for a second. What do you talk about? You feel like you know this guy pretty well, thanks to your neighbour, but now he’s in front of you, you can’t think of anything to say.

So you blurt out the first thing that come to your mind that you remember about him. “So you’re in the military?”

He tenses, his jaw setting as he stares at you with a hard look on his face.

“Mrs Tillich mentioned you were...” you say, going quiet at the look on his face. “Never mind, I might have misunderstood - “

“I’m not in the military anymore,” William said quickly. “She gets confused, because...you know...” he motions to his head again.

You stand and chat some more before he says he has to get moving. He was nice; a little quiet and reserved, maybe, but polite. And a little awkward. He stared so intently as you talked, and it gave you butterflies. He tells you it was nice to meet you and he heads back inside the house. He sends you a wave goodbye when he leaves a few hours later.

He visits again sooner than you expect, just a few weeks later. He gives you a small wave with the usual nod this time as he pulls into her driveway. You give him a wave back, but you don’t stop to chat. You don’t know when he leaves.

He comes back again a few weeks after that, but you’re not home. You only know because Mrs Tillich tells you about it the next day. She mentions Bill asked about you, causing your cheeks to warm as you tell her, “That’s nice, I hope he’s doing well.”

She actually giggles at you.

He doesn’t visit again for another few months, which was odd. You couldn’t help but ask Mrs Tillich about it, and she giggles at you again. She explains he’d been busy.

“He travels a lot,” she said, but you’d gathered that yourself. “He still calls me every few days.”

When he does come back, you’re shovelling snow in your driveway. He drives carefully up his grandmother’s driveway before climbing out the car, wearing the warmest – and most expensive – looking grey coat. He gives you the nod and a wave in greeting as he walks towards Mrs Tillich’s house, and you give him a smile and a wave back.

Like the last time you saw him, he doesn’t stop to chat.

You can’t help but feel disappointed, and somewhat put off. Had you made a bad impression last time? You had made that comment about the military, and he didn’t seem too happy about it, maybe it was that? But you were only going off the information given to you.

Whatever, you didn’t know they guy, you shouldn’t feel so sad about it.

You continue to shovel the snow from your driveway, trying not to think about William Tell, but after a while, you’re shocked out of your reverie again.

“Hi.”

Just like in the summer, you jump, and you look at him, where he’s stood behind the fence with a small smirk on his face as he watches you, his hands in his pockets.

“Hi,” you say, stopping to face him.

“Been a while.”

“It has,” you say, giving him a nod.

He swallows, and it was so subtle you would have missed it if you weren’t watching him as intently as you were. Surely, he wasn’t nervous?

“I’d like to apologise,” he said after another moment of silence. “For last time. I’ve been told I can be a little intimidating and it comes off as rude. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

You shake your head at him. “I didn’t think you were rude at all.”

He gives an amused huff through his nose. “You don’t have to spare my feelings - “

“No, really, I thought...it was nice talking to you.”

You go quiet, and you stare at each other again in silence.

You can’t get a read on this guy. You can’t tell if he likes you or not. You’re not even sure if you want him to like you. He’s only your neighbour’s grandson, and sure, he’s good looking and has a nice-looking body from what you could see, but really, he doesn’t seem all that interested in you –

“I may be way off base here, and I apologise now if I’m wrong, but would you like to go out for dinner sometime?”

Oh. Maybe he is interested.

“Yes,” you say instantly, without even thinking.

“What?” he asks, his eyes widening a little, as though he wasn’t expecting you to accept his offer.

“What?” you asked back, eyes just as wide, because had you answered too quickly? Were you being too eager?

“You want to go out for dinner with me?” he asks again.

“Yes,” you say, immediately again.

“Okay,” Bill nods, before giving a small smile. “Okay. Okay, great.”

Your cheeks warm as you smile shyly. “Great,” you breathe.

You stare at each other for a while, and your insides feel all gooey. Then he’s looking at you expectantly, but you’re sure you’re just giving heart eyes to him. “So…can I have your number?”

“What?” you ask, blinking at him before your eyes widen in realisation. “Oh, yeah, yes!”

He hands you his unlocked phone and you place your number into it (you’ll deny your hands were shaking until your dying days). You send yourself a quick text and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as you hand his phone back to him.

“I’m pretty much free most evenings and weekends,” you say, trying not to sound like too much of a loser.

Bill nodded at you with a smile. “I leave in a few hours, but I’ll be back to visit next week, so…I’ll call you later, we can arrange something?”

You nod. “Yeah, that’ll be great.”

He gives you a nod. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you say as he turns and walks back into his grandmother’s house, but not before he turns back to look at you and gives you a wave.

You wave back.

You can’t stop smiling. And now your thoughts are filled with the forthcoming phone call about your date next week. What were you going to wear? Where would you go? He isn’t from round here, so maybe you could suggest a really good place. You’ll be cool, you’ll be collected, you’ll not throw yourself at him…you say as you shamelessly think about how much of a filthy kisser he might be…

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inklore · 2 years

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plead to me

premise: you don’t know what turns you on more the fear you get when william scowls at you from across the room for being a tease, or the pain he gives you when he’s had enough.

pairing: meandom!william tell x (f)reader

word count: 899

warnings: eighteen+ content, hair pulling, dadsbsf!will, fear play, slight dirty talk but not really, teasing, tiny bit of pain kink, manhandling, pet names.

etc: maybe someday i’ll write more of this but for now have a tiny taste of this piece of fiction i wish was my life because mr. tell could choke me until death and i’d comply willingly, happily.

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When he grabs the back of your head, a handful of your hair in his grip, it’s not with kindness. Nor is it with the desire that’s pounding between your legs right now. It’s with malice, frustration, a deep scowl on his brow that lets you know he’s not playing. That he’s finally drawing that line in the preferable sand and you’ve gone too far.

When you had slipped the small skirt on this morning—getting word from your father that William would be over, that the man you’ve had a painstakingly obvious crush on for a handful of years now, was going to be at your house all day, going to be sharing the same tense filled space with you; the skirt seemed like the only option.

The fabric falling just above your knee, not short enough to raise suspicions with your father, but short enough that when you bent over your ass and panties would be on full display.

And William noticed.

After the fifth time of you bending down to pick up something you had dropped—after your father had left the room—it didn’t take common sense or a genius such as himself to know what you were trying to do; his eyes lingering for half a second on your exposed ass when you slyly turned and saw the peak he took.

His jaw tightening, hand moving across his freshly shaven chin. A look of annoyance sat at the top of his brows. A look that should have deterred you but only made you more excited.

“Are you like this with all the guys, or just the ones you can’t fuck?” His tone matching the malice on his face, deep and hard. Gone is the calm joking he was doing with your father—before your father had left for the store, before he had left you alone with him, before your heart was pounding out of your chest and your neck was aching from his grip.

“Not like this with anyone,” you whimper. “Only you.” Your eyes look up at his innocently.

“Have I given you any indication that I want this? That I have to ignore your blanted advances because you see nothing wrong with trying to tease me with your father right there,” his grip tightens in your hair making you wince. “Have I given any indication that I want to fuck you?”

“I–”

His other hand grabs your chin, the hold so hard it squishes your cheeks, your mouth hangs open in pain from the bruising indent of his fingers. “What was your end goal here? For me to betray your dad, my best friend, for you?” His mouth moves closer to your face, the intention meant to be scary, frightening—your insides were still preening from it. “Is your pussy that good, sweetheart?”

Your body is burning too hot, too fast, too real for you to answer. To feel anything but the sting at the back of your head, the fear coated in desire of him being so close, and his searing his words to your insides.

It’s not like you meant for the attraction for your dad's best friend to happen. For it to blossom from an innocent crush to his face being the only one you can get off to at night. The more you learnt about the things William did, the more he came around, the more he ignored your innocently-enough-flirtations, the more you wanted him.

And the less it seemed he was interested in you.

A constant deadpan scowl on his face when you’d enter the room each time he was at your house. Your little game more than apparent. Like he could read you like he did his cards.

It should have stopped you. Should have let you know how wrong it was to lust over your dad's best friend for christ sakes; for a man like William Tell. A man who's seen and done ugly things.

But those fleeting glances, no matter how dark they were—no matter how passive he would seem—something about them edged you on. Had you coming back for more.

Were you worth betraying your father over? Was fucking you worth that?

You didn’t know. The right answer was lost on you while the wrong one made your thighs press together.

“Suddenly so quiet. I thought this is what you wanted. My attention.” His mouth hovers closer to yours, the proximity stealing your breath from your lungs. His eyes hone in on your trembling lips, his voice low and just above a whisper when he speaks again. “Do I scare you?”

“No,” you get out smoothly. Your stomach sinking when you see him smirk, eyebrows raised. Almost as if he’s impressed. Like he’s enjoying this as much as you.

You don’t realize just how much he’s enjoying this until he’s pulling you by the hair over to the couch, your backside brushing against his front, a brief touch that shows you that he’s hard right now—the grip in your hair pulls taught one last time before he’s pushing you down hard onto one of the cushions.

Sitting himself across from you on the coffee table, forearms resting on his thighs, hands together as he says, “show me that your pussy is worth it.” The tip of his shoe kicks at your ankles, making you spread your thighs for him. Your skirt coming up on its own. “Plead.”

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mrsarnasdelicious · 4 months

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Poolsex with William Tell

"What are you planning?" You hiss. Bill takes you by the hand and shakes his head. He is not telling.

He draws you through the empty, dark halls of the hotel and down the stairs. You quickly recognise where he is taking you. The hotel pool!

"Bill, what is going on?" You ask. "I can't sleep." He replies. Without his rigid rituals, there is no soothing him. And it is not like he was a very good sleeper anyway. "So now you gotta keep me up, too?" You complain. "I want to try something. " Bill replies. You heave a soft sigh. This better be good.

Bill leads you down to the deserted indoor pool in the basement of the hotel.

"Are you crazy." You hiss. Bill does not reply, but begins to undress. You stand rooted to the spot. All you can do is watch him. There is something so graceful about the methodical way he undresses. He isn 't as fit as he used to be, but he is still so handsome.

"You too." He tells you. "Tell me what you are up to first. " You pout. But Bill shakes his head. "No baby, just let me surprise you." He says. You put your hands on your hips. "You are no fair. " You tell him. Will chuckles softly. "I know." He smirks. He closes he distance. "Must I do it for you?" He asks. There is something dark in his voice. You know he'll not be all tender in undressing you. "I'll do it myself." You murmur. "Good, very good." Bill whispers.

You undress, though a bit slowly. You are stalling, waiting for Bill to reveal his grand plan. But Bill is not talking. He just watches.

Once you are undressed, though, Bill acts at once. He shoves you into the pool. You scream, startled. The water isn't very warm and you were most certainly not expecting Bill to pull a stunt like this. Before you can even catch your breath, Bill jumps into the water as well.

He swims over and you tread water.

"How about a kiss to make up." Bill murmurs. You huff softly. "I don't know about that." You say. "Oh come on now." He puts his arms around you. You hook your legs around his hips. He is hard against you. "Bill." You hiss. He smirks widely. "Yes baby?" He murrs. "You could have just told me you wanted to fuck." You say. Bill nods calmly. "I could have." He agrees. "Then why didn't you?" You ask.

Bill does not reply, he simply closes the distance, pressing his lips upon yours. You kiss him back, unable to help yourself. You just can't resist him. Of course Bill is banking on that with this little plan of his. He needs you to let him have his wicked way with you. And you will, by god how you will.

His tongue breaks through your lips. You moan for him. Bill smirks, cupping your ass and grabbing greedy handsful. You moan again, loving it when he gropes you.

Bill's mouth is quick to wander to your neck, throat and then your breasts. You tug at his hair, moaning as loud as you dare. You would loathe to be discovered. "Come one baby, make some noise for me." Bill growls, nibbling at your throat and tugging at your nipples. You clench your jaw and whine. You don't dare be loud. No matter how well Bill works you, you fear being caught.

His hand slips between your legs and he starts to gentle rub your clit. You bite down on your cheeks, whimpering something fierce. He knows just how to touch you. "Come on, let yourself go." Bill growls. "Let yourself cum. Cum for me, beautiful." He murmurs hotly. He rubs you just the way you like it and you can no longer hold back. You moan for him, the sound bouncing all around the indoor pool.

While he's rubbing you, he slowly pushes two fingers into you. You squeal in pleasure. "Good girl, very good." Bill praises. He arches his fingers into that one spot that makes you weak. "Oh... Oh Bill." You moan. The pool echoes it right back at you. You flush, but know there is no going back. There is no stopping now. You can feel your orgasm building. "Go ahead." Bill whispers. "Go ahead baby, cum for me." He growls. You feel your inner walls throb. The blood is coursing hot through your clit and your core. You can almost taste the lightning flashing down your spine.

Your inner walls clamp down on his fingers. "That's right." Bill murmurs. "Want my cock?" He rumbles. You nod breathlessly. He's leaving you on the very edge. He wants you to cum on his cock. "Say it." He whispers. "Put you cock in me, please." You whine. Bill smirks, mouthing at your neck. He rubs the head of his cock against your folds. You tilt your pelvis a little, to give him a better angle. "Good girl." Bill growls.

He pushes in, slowly and carefully. The water washes away most of your slick, so it is not an easy way in. And Bill is quite large. But he pushes in all the same.

You put your hand gently on his belly.

"Go slowly." You whisper. Bill does not reply. Instead he closes the distance and kisses you slowly. He eases his cock into you, inch by slow inch. You moan for him, trying not to be too loud. "Fuck, this feels so good." Bill grunts into your mouth. Once he is fully sheated, he stays still for a bit. You feel so full of him. You need him to fuck you. "Bill, please." You hiss. "Please what?" He growls hotly. "You know exactly what." You whisper. "Yes I do." Bill affirms. But still he does not move. You frown darkly at him. "Say it." Bill growls. His voice is demanding and dark. It is not something you are very used to from him.

"Please fuck me Bill." You whisper. "Good Girl." He grunts, slowly retracting. You whine loudly. "Want it back?" Bill taunts. "Please." You pout. "What was that?" He pulls all the way back. The head of his cock is barely touching your core. "You are not fair." You huff. "Say it." Bill taunts. "Please fuck me, please Bill, please, please." You whimper. "Good girl." He says again.

And he obliges, fucking you within an inch of your life. You can only cling to his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

"You feel so fucking tight like this." Bill hisses.

His thrusts quickly start to falter and his groans grow louder. "Keep it down, someone might bust us." You giggle. "That'll get us thrown out." Bill groans against your neck. "And we don't want that." You cooe. "No baby, we don't." Bill agrees, as his pelvis starts to stutter. He's about to spend himself. "Gona cum baby oh fuck, gona cum." He hisses. "Yes, quickly, give it to me." You encourage him. Bill spits you full of him cum in three stuttering thrusts.

He pulls out almost right away.

"Let's get out of here, before we get busted." He says. You whine at the loss of him, but climb out of the pool all the same. "You're no fun." You tease, as his seed gushes out of you, trickling down your thigh.

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cissa-calls · 9 months

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Countdown to Coven of Chaos: Day 528

Wanda: “We’re here!! It’s time to get some paperwork done!”

Agatha: “Paperwork?! You said we were going to the cat cafe”

Y/N: *jiggles the car door handle* “NO WE’RE TRAPPED PLEASE”

Wanda: “I was gonna say we can just go afterwards but how else was I supposed to corral you into this?”

Y/N: “Maybe just ask us?”

Wanda: “And would you have simply agreed?”

Agatha and Y/N:….

Agatha: “Betrayal. A dish best served cold”

Wanda: “Yeah, your mother knows that more than anyone”

Agatha: “HEY SHE BETRAYED ME”

#Wanda pulling the your mom card? more likely than you think #wandavision #agatha harkness #house of harkness #agatha all along #hahndavision #house of harkness counter #marvel #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader

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boredzillenial · 10 months

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Attitude Adjustment

A friend of your fathers pays you an unexpected visit you aren’t likely to forget.

Themes: dbf!william, mentions of alcoholism, dub-con, mainly brat taming by any means necessary (spanking, slapping, fingering,etc)

Word Count: 3,012

Authors note: proof read on a phone lol, If peeps like this I’ll make a continuation!!

You were aware of Williams existence in the way that most people assume their parents have friends. You knew they served together overseas, and the many nights your father spent drunkly watching trash tv told you it most likely was not a pleasant tour of duty. You also knew like clockwork growing up that you could sneak out with a couple of shots in your belly and see your friends most nights.

You grew up rough, and without a mother and a constantly drunken father you grew up with a mouth like a sailor and the attitude of a grown man. After some time apart from him and a bit of therapy you’d just started to get “better” but there was a deep anger and attitude toward your father you just hadn’t managed to shake. So you were surprised that out of the blue your father had arranged to meet you in Vegas for some “quality time”, but that he had not arrived at the hotel yet and it had been several hours.

Finally you heard a knock at your door, but when you make your way over and look through the peephole you see a vaguely familiar face. “William?” You say confused as you open the door.

“Hey, sorry I’m surprised you remembered.” He puts on a forced smile.

You furrow your brow and cock your head to the side, “Is there a reason you’re at my door?” You ask bluntly.

“Ah, there it is.” He smiles a bit more honestly and looks you in your eyes when he asks “Mind if I come in?”

“A bit,” you say as you begin to close the door, starting to get annoyed by his presence. As you go to shut it there is a firm stop and you see his knuckles around the edge of the door.

He pushes, gently but firmly and steps inside, closing the door behind him. “Your father asked me to come talk to you.” He said as walks further in and sat his bags down on the desk near the bed.

“Oh you’re making yourself comfortable, great.” You say and toss your hands a bit, walking over and sitting on the armchair. “Well alright let’s get it over with.” You cross your arms.

He opens a bag and pulls out a white sheet, neatly and methodically tucking it over the bedding then sitting down on it and matching your stance as he crosses his thick forearms.

“What’s with the sheet?” You nod at it.

“We’ll get to that -“

“What’s he want you to talk to me about?” You say curtly.

He laughs and looks down at the floor “We’ll get to that too. If you don’t interrupt” he raises a brow and looks up at you.” You put your hands up in a gesture of peace and sink further in the chair. “Well, when was the last time you really spoke with him.”

“It’s been a few years, I’m sure he’s told you all about it.” You say very matter of factly. “Then emailed me with plane tickets and a booking reservation for this place out of the blue.”

“He has -“ he nodded “he told me you’re very angry, and bitter.” He stares at you waiting for your response.

You chuckle “That’s one way to put it.”

“He also told me, that he knows he fucked up -” He leans forward, putting his forearms on his knees to stare directly into your eyes “Look I’ve known him for a long time. And I know when last we spoke, the fear in his eyes was real.” He strained.

“Fear?” You questioned.

“Fear of losing you. Fear that you’ll hate him forever. That you’ll walk around with this bad attitude and a chip on your shoulder for the rest of your life.” He clenched his jaw.

Your heartbeat sped up at his directness “Ah so he had you come down here for what, a quick therapy session hmm? Some sort of fucked up come-to-Jesus meeting?!” You stand as your anger builds at the audacity. “You know what you can leave, I’m not doing this.” You move to walk towards the door and his arm shoots out across your shoulders stopping you in your tracks.

“Stay, please” his voice strained as if he was struggling to remain pleasant. The shear intensity of his eyes, the set of his jaw, you back up quickly and sit back in the chair. He lets out a low sigh and pinches his brow. “Alright look, your father didn’t actually set any of this up or send me. I… I did. I decided to come talk with you after I saw him a week or so ago.”

You raise a brow, “So what is this exactly. What’s your goal here.” You lean forward in the chair, “Did you think you could just force yourself into my hotel room and make me forgive him? That one short conversation would fix years of issues?!” Your voice began to raise as the pain from the past began welling up.

He watched silently as you continued, his deep brown eyes softening a bit. “You really think you can fix any of what he’s done? Or the years of shit he didn’t do?” Tears well up in your eyes as the anger sends your heart thundering in your chest. He kneels down in front of your chair and puts his hands on your knees in an attempt to steady you. You look away from him, anger building now at the look of pity in his eyes.

He grabs your chin gently and turns your head to face him. He looks deeply in your eyes as he says “I can never make it right. I can never prevent that pain from happening or apologize for him.” You shake your head out of his grasp and scowl as hot tears fall down your face. He sighs and continues, “But what I would like to do is help you release. Help you learn to let go so you can live without anger eating you up inside.” You move to stand he places a hand on your chest to stop you. Something shift in his eyes at your attempt “I’m gonna help you whether you like it or not.” He growls.

“Who the fuck do you think you are.” You growl in return and grab his wrist to move his hand but it doesn’t budge.

He smirks “I’m so glad you asked.” He backs up and stands. “I’m the one whose gonna fix that attitude. And I’ve got a few ways to do it.” He takes a step back and reaches into his bag. He pulls out rope, a paddle, and of all things a vibrator.

You freeze and look at the items he’s laid methodically on the bed. “You can’t be fucking serious…” you say breathlessly as you stare at the vibrator and feel the heat in your body rising.

“Oh I’m dead serious.” He smirks “You’ll learn to let go one way or another… So, if you don’t talk with me. We’ll have to resort to my alternative methods.” He looks down at his tools with a smirk for a moment, and you take that moment to bolt for the door. You hear him let out a grunt and his footsteps thud as he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up. You kick like crazy and go to scream before he throws you on the bed and clamps a hand over your mouth. “None of that.” He glares “I do have a gag, don’t make me use it…”

You freeze, the look in his eyes deadly serious as he keeps his hand clamped over your mouth. “Now, I think for that little stunt you’ve already earned a little something… Have you ever been spanked before?” He says softly. Fear spreads across your face as you shake your head slowly. “Of course you haven’t.” He scoffs.

“I’m gonna sit on the bed and you’re gonna bend over my lap. Do not try to scream or run again or things are gonna get a lot more difficult for you. Understood?” He nearly growls just inches from your face. You nod slowly and he releases the grip from around your mouth. He stands, looking you over for a moment before nodding and sitting beside you on the bed. “Come on.” He pats his lap.

You remain where you are as you look at him. Processing whether he really meant what he said when he threatened things would get worse if you run. The smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and shimmied off the bed. You stood and adjusted your clothes for a moment as you looked down at him. His eyebrow raised in challenge, almost daring you to try to make a run for it again. You take a deep breath and go to take a step but everything is screaming inside of you to run for the door.

“Here…” he pats his lap again staring you down. You don’t move, your heart thunders in your chest as your eyes lock on his lap. “Now!” His order jolted you out of your momentary trance. You grit your teeth and awkwardly lean across his lap, unsure in your movements. You let out a sigh as you settle across his lap. “Was that so hard?” He said, the softness of his voice contrasting the shout from before. “You’re gonna count -“

“How many -“ you begin to ask then SMACK, his hand comes down on your rear, the soft pj pants doing nothing to protect you from the sting. Tears well up and you bite your fist to stop from crying out.

“Stop. Interrupting… You’re gonna count after every one. I’ll stop when I say we’re done. Now, because of your interruption you lose these.” He yanks your pj pants down to your knees. Exposing the fresh sting to the cold hotel air. You squeeze your eyes shut as you realize what he’s seeing. “Going commando huh?” He chuckles. “That’s make this much more interesting…” he SMACKS your other cheek, this time you can’t stop the yelp that jumps out of your throat.

“Two.” You whimper.

“Oh no, that first one was just for me. This is one and this -“ he smack again “is two.” You curl over his lap and can’t help but wiggle as the sting sets in. You feel a firm hand run up your back over your shirt. Fingers intertwine with the hair at the nape of your neck and your head is pulled back so you are looking at him. “Don’t. Struggle…” he moves your head back down to focus on the pattern in the hotel carpet as he continues to deal out your punishment. You manage to count to 8 before tears are falling steadily and you could feel wetness gathering at your core.

He tuts and gently runs his hand over the raised handprints on your rear and you lurch away and yell at the radiating pain. “Shhh shhh. These stung but they won’t bruise. You’ll be sore for about 24 hours and you’ll be fine.” He says softly as he moves his hand to run up and down your back. You can feel him lean to inspect his work. “Oh.” You hear the surprise in his voice. He moves his hand from your back to your rear and pulls you apart “would you look at that.” He chuckles as you feel a finger run up your slick center. You gasp and look back at him in panic.

“Stay.” He says curtly as his fingers continue to explore. He swirls gently through your folds and down to your clit which drew out a groan and your legs flexed to try and close. He spanked your ass again and you winced “Stay…” his voice grew darker and you could feel the tightening of his pants against your stomach as he swirled around that bundle of nerves again. Another groan rumbles in your chest as he works and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Good, just breathe.” He said softly as he moved up toward your slick opening. He sunk a finger deep inside causing you to gasp. “Shhh just breathe”. He cooed as his other hand rubbed your back. Your face grew hot and you felt confusion and shame bubble up as he worked his finger in and out of you slowly. He leaned toward your ear. “I think you’re ready for a couple more”. He said as he pulled his hand back then sunk three fingers deep into you.

You grit your teeth and whimper as he stretched you deliciously with his fingers. “You’re doing so well.” He praised as he continued as he shifted again to look at his working hand. “So tight-“ he rasped and that prodding at your stomach grew firmer as he adjusted his legs slightly. “I wanna feel you come on my hand.”

You crossed your arms and did your best to bury your face in your arms as he continues to pump his dexterous fingers into you. “P-please.” You stammer as your feelings conflicted between pleasure and shame.

“Please what,” he slowed down “what do you need.” He leaned back towards your face.

“I can’t… like this…” You weren’t sure how to explain to him you needed more attention at that bundle of nerves in order to meet his request.

“Ah I see. Stand up”. He pulled his fingers out of you and helped you stand. You tried to pull the hem of your shirt down as you stood with your lower half exposed infront of him. “You won’t need that”. He pulls and your top and sports bra come off in one swift motion. He took a moment to almost lean back as he took your naked form in. “Goddamnit” he sighed with a smirk. “Get on the bed.”

You moved quickly and winced as you sat down on the soft mattress and snapped your legs shut. His smirk remained as he shook his head. “Open, or I’ll do it for you…” he leaned toward you. Instinctively you attempt shimmy backward and wince again at the friction against your tender rear. He quickly grabs your ankles and yanks you to the edge of the bed. It feels as if it takes him very little of his strength to pry your knees apart, exposing your slick core to him.

You felt fear rise at the excitement in his eyes. He pulled you forward again so your ass was at the edge of the bed as he knelt down. You looked down at him as his eyes darkened and he lunged forward.

The heat of his tongue split you open and sent you reeling. You weren’t sure how he’d start but diving his tongue as deep as he could while nuzzling your clit with his nose what not what you expected. You arched and clung to the tight white sheet he put down as he continued.

Then as suddenly as he started he stopped. He looked up at you with a devilish grin as he wiped his face. “Couldn’t help it.” He chuckled as he adjusted so he was laying beside you. He ran his hand across your chest then up to your throat, gripping it firmly as he forced you to look into his eyes. “Your eyes stay right here. Understood?” He growled.

You gulped and nodded. His hand released from your throat and trailed down to your body. His eyes bore into yours as his fingers curled inside of you. First one, then another, finally stopping with three. You gasped and arched against him, his arm and fingers like steel as he continued keeping you in place. He began to slowly pump in and out of you. The addition of his thumb on your clit sent you reeling as you bit your lip and fought to keep your eyes open. “That’s right, eyes on me.” He rasped, a blush creeping his own face as his breathing became uneven.

He kept his eyes on yours as he adjusted to kneel on the bed beside you. He worked his fingers harder and began to play with your chest. Eliciting another groan as he grazed his other thumb over your sensitive peaks. This time you couldn’t help but to close your eyes to enjoy the sensations he was pulling from you. As you felt pleasure building you felt a stinging slap across your cheek and that firm grip around your throat. Your eyes shot open as he was leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “Eyes. On. Me.” He punctuated each word with a firm thrust of his fingers and your hips bucked in response.

“Y-yes…” you groan, your mind swimming with the tension that threatened to snap you in two.

He picked up to a punishing pace as he continued to stare you down. When you came you did so hard enough to nearly headbut him as you arched and writhed. But he kept his pace, his grip on your throat, and the press of his head against yours steady. Anchoring you in place. “Good, good girl. Let go, I’ve got you.” He encouraged as you rode wave after wave of pleasure. His pace slowed as you began to jump instead of writhe due to your oversensitive clit.

He pulled back and pulled his hand free from you. You and he both breathless and sweaty as he licked his fingers clean. Heat rose in you as you watched him close his eyes and hum at the taste of you on his hand. As he finished he looked back down at you with a smirk. “That was a good first step.” He chuckled.

“First step?” You questioned softly.

“Oh honey, this is gonna be a long night with many steps.” He chuckled, undoing his belt as you hear a loud zip.

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Kinktober day 22

Day Twenty Two: Voice kink (William Tell x reader)

If you live in or near Atlanta just pretend you don’t. I picked a city at random, live with it.

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk,

Minors DNI

Words: 843

She woke up to her phone ringing. She groggily looks at the caller ID. It was William, she wasn’t quite sure what to call their relationship. Can you really call someone you’ve seen in person maybe all of five times your boyfriend? Lover? She answers the phone.

“Hey you.” She says trying to shake the sleep.

“Hey Sweetheart. Did I wake you up?” his low voice came in over the phone sending chills down her spine. The things his voice alone could do to her…

“Yeah, but that’s okay I’m more than happy to talk to you any time.” She says with a smile.

“I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been thinkin’ about you. I miss you.” He croons, the sound of his voice. Dear god. She held back a moan.

“Miss you too. Where are you now?” She asks. She doesn’t really care but anything to keep him talking as her hand travels down past her waistband

“Just outside Atlanta. The heat is terrible.” He chuckles

“Oh Yeah, I can imagine. This time of year? I don’t envy you.” She says trying to hide the lust in her voice as she starts to gently run her fingers in circles around her clit biting her lip softly

“Yeah, yeah. No joke. What are you up to today?”

“Oh you know, the usual…work, errands…” and then she slips up, letting out a small moan.

“Sweetheart? You okay there?” He asks half concerned half amused.

“Okay you caught me. I was…getting off to your voice.” She admitted with slight embarrassment.

“Huh? You mean…Oh! I uh… didn’t know that my voice did it for you.” He says, she can hear the slight blush in his gravelly voice and she chuckles slightly in response.

“Yeah, it uh…does a lot for me actually.” She admits.

“Even if I’m not saying…sexy things?”

“Hun you could be reading me the yellow pages or a recipe for meat loaf and I could get off to it.” She says with brutal honesty

“Oh, wow. That sounds…boring.” He says with a laugh

“I mean it’s probably better when you say sexy shit but I’m just saying…anything works” She says with slight hesitation.

“Damn…baby that’s… kinda hot…I um…fuck…I want you, real bad.” He says. She can hear him shuffling in his own bed, he releases a grunt.

“Tell me about it, please. I wanna know.” Her hand is back on her wet pussy as she slides her fingers between her folds teasing herself.

“Uh…Yeah yeah…” he sighs “Um well I’m, rock hard and I’m stroking myself. I’m picturing you, on me…god... I want you to ride me, I want to fill that tight cunt of yours. Ugh.” He starts to describe the things he wanted to do and her whole mind starts to go into overdrive, the way he says that. The way he says everything. The way erhe moans at the end of his sentences while hes stroking himself, it was divine.

“Fuck, Yeah I want that too, god, I wish you were here. I need you inside me.” She moans as she rubs circles over her clit, thinking of straddling him, lowering herself on his cock. The image along with his low whisper like voice over the phone was enough to make her buck her hips into the air in desperate need.

“Yeah, I wanna be there. I wanna fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. Like this is my last day on earth. I…oh fuck baby… is this doing it for you darling? Are you gonna cum to the sound of my voice? Oh fuck…” William is almost losing his mind over the idea that she is finger fucking herself to the sound of his voice, that just the sound of his voice is enough.

“Yeah, Yeah. I am… please don’t stop talking. Please…” She was practically begging as she jammed her fingers into her aching walls, it’s not really enough to satisfy her needs but its enough to bring her to the edge.

“I’m close too sweetheart. Just thinking of you… god I need to see you, as soon as I’m done here I’m coming to you, I’m getting in the car and I’m going to drive all day and night to get to you, I need you that bad babe. Oh fuck. I’m gonna make a mess of you darling. I’m not going to stop until we pass out. God I love you… I swear… ah mpgh. Fuck I’m cumming.” He lets out a groan at the end as he spills his cum all over his hand and chest, panting. The sound of which caused her to also reach her limit whimpering as she rides out her high her breathing heavy. They listen to each other breathing on the other end as they come down from their high.

“William?”

“Yeah sweetheart?”

“Do you mean it? That you love me?”

“Of course I do…did you think I didn’t?”

“Well…you never said it before…” “Oh… Damn… that’s it I’m driving up there tonight. I need to prove how much I love you.”

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