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Playing with fire (Lee x Female Reader)

Summary: The only things you have in mind for tonight are drinking and dancing. But accidentally meeting Lee, one of your coworkers, adds a new set of fun activities to do on a Friday night.

Warnings: smut, swearing, pwp.

Words: 2985

Notes: This is something I wanted to write a long time ago when I watched this amazing show for the first time and got the hots for this psyscho.

I promise this is not as boring as it sounds. I just suck at writing summaries without giving out too much. Anyway... enjoy it you pervs ;)

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Friday night. You’re standing in a dark corner of some club, sipping nonchalantly from your glass, savoring the bittersweet flavor of your Gin and Tonic. Usually, you would be at home mixing your own drinks and chilling on the sofa to the tunes of your favorite music, but today was different. Call it gut feeling or whatever you like, but some invisible force was pushing you to go outside, find some underground club where no one would care about you, have a few drinks… and so you did.

So far, everything is going better than you thought it would. The place is almost dark except for some lights here and there; the music is loud and bassy, making your guts vibrate with every beat and getting you into some kind of reassuring trance. You smile to yourself as every single one of your worries disappear into the ether.

With one more sip of your glass, you decide it's time for a little fresh air. You walk through the dancefloor, gently pushing people away. Bodies squishing together to the rhythm of the music as you try to make your way to the door, away from the asphyxiating atmosphere inside the club.

Once you step outside, the freezing night air makes you gasp and shiver. It feels like a whole different world, almost completely quiet but for the muffled sound of the music escaping through the walls of the old looking building. Noticing that you weren’t the only one who needed to take a break, you walk to the back of the club, hoping to find some dark and empty spot where you can finally breathe and give your ears a little rest.

The cold brick wall feels strangely pleasant against your back when you lean against it. Tossing your empty glass away, you close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the reinvigorating embrace of the chill breeze.

“Hey, you! I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” A very kind and soothing male voice abruptly overlaps the softened pulsation of the bass.

You gasp, turning your head around to face the man standing a couple of meters away from you. If you didn’t know him, you would probably either flip him off or punch him in the face for giving you such a shock, but you do know him and what he is capable of; having your guard up seems the only right thing to do.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to scare you.” The man says, closing the distance between both of you as he gives you a sweet apologetic smile. No one would ever think that such a handsome and charming man could be one of the most dangerous men you’ve ever crossed path with, but looks can be very deceiving.

“What are you doing here, Lee?” You say, preparing every muscle in your body to either fight or flight.

Lee snorts. “Relax, Y/N.” He says while taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. “We are on the same team, remember?” Lee adds, raising his eyebrows and innocently smiling like he didn’t know the reason behind your reaction.

In almost two years of working as an assassin for The Network, you and Lee have barely shared a couple of words. Most of the time, it comes to a simple “hi” when you accidentally meet in the HQ’s halls. All you know about him is that he and his partner Arby are the most skilled, cold-blooded, and twisted hitmen under Millner’s command. With that in mind, the fact that he’s now talking to you like you’re his best friend seems quite off, to say the least.

“Think I didn’t hear your answer.” You say, staring into his eyes, keeping every muscle in your face relaxed. You might be playing with fire, but don’t pretend to let it burn you to a crisp without fighting back.

“I just came to have a drink and listen to some music… Didn’t think the night was storing me such a pleasant surprise.” Lee replies calmly as his eyes move gradually from your face to your feet and back up.

“Yeah? What kind of surprise?” Your eyes, never leaving his as you move closer, showing him you’re also no-one to mess with. Almost wishing he strikes first. Your heart beats fast, pumping in your ears; your fists clenched with anticipation.

“Well… I ran into you.” Lee answers in a low voice. The gentle expression displayed early on his face disappears. His eyes focus on your mouth as he moves towards you, forcing you to step back until you hit the cold hard wall behind you. His body barely centimeters away from yours.

His sudden proximity makes your head spin. These could be your last moments, this might be the last time you fill your lungs with air and feel the wind on your skin; then, why aren’t you running away?  What are you waiting for? The answer appears simple as you remember all those times you found yourself ogling Lee from afar when he didn’t notice. ‘Dangerous’ falls short when trying to describe him, but that never stopped you from getting hot every time you see him.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.” Lee’s hot whiskey-scented breath hits your face. His eyes meet yours before moving down to your lips, silently asking for your consent.

As much as you try to control the burning desire building up in your body, it becomes more unbearable by the second. In your profession, you’re not entitled to make mistakes or take unnecessary risks, but right now, it doesn’t matter. Being so close to Lee is driving you mad from arousal, and your body soon wins the battle against your common sense.

Heavily breathing, you close the distance between you and Lee until your lips are pressed against his. The hitman lets out a soft sigh once you begin gently caressing his cheeks. He moves his hands to your sides, running his fingers along your ribs and trailing circles with his fingertips on them. His touch is more tender and caring that you would expect from someone who’s made a name for himself as a vicious torturer.

Chills travel through your body from the feeling of his mouth against yours. His hands, leisurely massaging your torso, your lips moving in perfect synchrony, unhurriedly exploring every millimeter of each other’s mouths. Soft sighs of pleasure filling the air around you.

Absentmindedly, you let your hands slip slowly to his neck, feeling his quickened pulse and his muscles twitching under your light touch. Lee growls against your mouth as your hands continue moving along his chest, his arms, his shoulders, kneading and teasing him. You can’t help but notice how well built his body is, despite him having a slim silhouette. You wish you could strip him naked and feel his skin against yours. The mere thought of it increasing the tickling sensation between your legs.

The arousal almost palpable in the air makes it easy to notice how eager both of you are to fuck each other senseless. But you know pretty well that this might be the first and last time that you’d able to do so, which is why the two of you intend to make this moment last as long as possible. However, you and Lee are ticking bomb threatening to blow at any second.

Moved by his growing thirst, Lee licks your bottom lip, letting out a dark predatory chuckle when you cannot suppress an eager whimper. His hands began moving down you back, and you tremble with expectancy before they place on your buttocks, squeezing them firmly. He can feel himself growing inside his pants with every pleasing sound that comes out of your mouth, and every touch of your avid hands is like a torturing jolt of pleasure.

Desperate for more of this spellbinding thrill, Lee kisses his way to your neck in a painfully slow pace, pressing you tightly against his body. Your fingers tangle on his hair, and you let out a moan as he sucks at a quite sensible spot, savoring your salty skin.

“Shhh. Someone’s gonna hear us.” Lee’s deep voice makes you instantly tilt your head back, exposing your neck to him.

The wet sounds coming from Lee’s mouth as he continues kissing your neck, combined with his aroused sighs, stimulate your mind and body in a way you didn’t think possible. You’ve never been so focused on anything in your life like you are now on the swarm of intoxicating sensations you’re experiencing with Lee. Your previous sex encounters couldn't be compared to this moment, since what you feel for the hitman is way more lascivious and feral than anything you’ve felt for anyone before.

As the last speck of patience leaves your body, you bring Lee back to your mouth and kiss him fiercely. The hitman places a hand on your nape as he deepens the kiss. Tongues dancing and swirling together as your bodies squeeze against each other with desperation; Lee´s hard cock pressing against your thigh, and the pulsating sensation between your legs begging for relief. You lift one of your legs, putting it around Lee’s waist, who instantly gets your hint and begins grinding against you, rubbing your clit with his covered hard-on. Both of you gasp breaking the kiss; foreheads pressed together as you both pant and moan with every roll of Lee’s hips.

“Fuck, Lee… You’re so damn hard.” You pant, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer to you. The hitman opens his eyes and tilts his head back to look at you. Your half-lidded gazes meet, and just like yours, the man’s grey eyes are full of lust and animal desire waiting to be sated. Lee smiles mischievously before getting lost in your mouth again.

Eager to take things further, you let a hand wander down to Lee’s pants, unzipping them without hesitation and taking the hitman’s stiff cock in your hand. Lee let out a deep growl as your fingers wrap around his shaft, gently scrubbing his tip on your clothed core.

“Someone’s needy, huh?” Lee groans, closing his eyes as you move your hand up and down along his length, making sure you do it excruciatingly slow.

“Shut up.” You reply, licking your lips as you take a better look at the man’s erection while your hand works on it. The sight is so overwhelmingly erotic that it takes an incredible amount of will power to stop you from getting rid of your pants and impale yourself with his member.

“Yeah. Just like that, love.” He whispers before kissing you again, moaning against your lips as you slowly stroke him.

Delicately, you begin to spread his own pre-cum along his shaft to aid your movements. You continue teasing him, gradually increasing the pressure of your hand on it, and rubbing his head with your thumb to go down again. Lee’s breathing turns shallower by the second, and his muffled moans become louder. Eventually, he can take it any longer and breaks the kiss, placing his forehead on your cheek.

“Fuck…Wait, Y/N.” Lee lets out a long growl. “You’re gonna... make me come if you… keep it like that.” He says while trying to put himself together. You nod and let go of him. Bringing your attention to his neck, you slowly lick up to his earlobe, sucking and nibbling at it, noticing how his body trembles from arousal.

“Would you turn around for me, love?” Lee asks in a low husky tone, lightly brushing his lips against your ear, emphasizing his words with a roll of his hips. You moan and obey, putting a hand on the wall and placing your forehead against it; eyes shut with anticipation, your whole body aching for him.

A delighted chuckle comes out of the hitman’s mouth. He places his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing and massaging them with his thumb, before moving them down your sides to grab your hips firmly, bringing himself to you. His chest pressed against your back, his hot breath on your ear. Lee kisses your neck as he unzips your pants, putting his hand inside your panties. His tongue swirling against your skin as two fingers begin rubbing your throbbing clit. You let out a pitched moan arching your back with pleasure, resting your head against Lee’s shoulder, as his fingers circle your nub skillfully.

“That good, love?” Lee asks, already knowing the answer. Another long moan from you reasserts his thoughts. Carefully, Lee slides two fingers inside your dripping entrance, his palm remaining in contact with your clit, as he wishes to stimulate you as much as possible.

“Oh, look how wet you are.” He growls breathlessly. His fingers undulate inside of you until he reaches that spot you were dying for him to find.

“Lee… Fuck!... Please… Don´t stop.” You moan desperately as a tingling sensation builds up inside you. You keep your eyes squeezed shut, one hand tangled in Lee’s hair while the other guides his remaining hand to cup one of your breasts. It doesn’t take long until you reach your orgasm, panting and moaning as the pressure is finally released in an explosion of pure bliss.

“Don’t think is all over, love.” Lee says once you come down from your orgasm. Both of his hands resting now on your chest. “You know I won’t be done until I make you scream.” He warns you.

The hitman’s words and the deep hoarse tone of his voice make you shudder. The tickling sensation and the heat between your legs gradually coming back as Lee caresses your breasts. He pinches your nipples over the fabric of your clothes and leaves wet kisses on your neck; nibbling and sucking in such a delicious way, you could swear he’s able to read your thoughts.

Lee pulls your pants down just enough to expose your butt to him; the soft skin of his member slightly brushing against yours makes you sigh with urgency. The hitman notices your frustration and begins running the tip of his fingers over the inner part of your thighs and up to your wet folds, spreading them apart.

“Are you ready for me, love?” Lee says, closing his eyes and nuzzling against your nape, hypnotized by the smell of your hair.

“I am... Damn, Lee… Do it now.” Your impatient whimper makes him chuckle.

With no intention of extending your wait, Lee places one of his hands on your lower belly, while the other takes hold of your hips. With a long-drawn-out growl, the hitman pushes himself slowly inside your soaked entrance. You cover your mouth, trying not to scream as you feel how every inch of his cock fills you and stretches your silky walls.

“Fuck, Y/N… you feel better… than I’ve ever imagined.” Lee huffs as he begins his thrusting, first pulling out, then going all the way back in at an agonizing pace. His heavy breathing on your nape and the vibration of his chest every time he groans makes you quiver.

“You’ve thought… a lot about me, then?” You ask while deliberately clenching your lower muscles around his shaft, smiling to yourself as you hear the surprised whine coming out of his mouth.

“More… then I’d like… to admit, love.” He replies, letting a hand finding its way under your shirt, stroking your abdomen, and making you gasp with delight at how soft his hands are. Once he has found the right pace, Lee’s fingers move back to your clit, gently tapping on it as he continues pushing into you, pleasingly hitting that spot that makes you melt. Lust can be such a powerful drug when you let it take control over your body, your decisions, your common sense…

“Lee...oh... Fuck me harder… Please!” You desperately beg when it all is becoming too much to handle. The hitman obeys driven by his own need, mercilessly pounding into you. He bites your neck as his own mind goes blank, submitting to a wild desire, strong enough to numb his logic.

Trembling, Lee’s hand reaches for your neck and wraps around it. His thrusts become gradually erratic; his hand leaves your nub to grab on your hips as his rigid cock plunge vigorously into your wetness. The hitman’s breathing turns irregular and shallow; his breathless curses accompanying your increasingly louder moans.

Suddenly, the flame burning inside of you grows bigger and bigger. Your legs began to shake, and your muscles tense when you reach the peak, screaming out Lee’s name as a powerful burst of ecstasy invades you. With a last strong push, Lee reaches his own climax releasing himself inside of you, and putting his arms around your waist, holding you tight while your orgasms wear out. A brief moment later, Lee kisses your neck one more time, slowly pulling out of you, resting his head on the back of yours until both of you can breathe normally again.

Once your body reconnects with your mind, you adjust your clothes and turn around to face Lee, meeting his eyes again. For a brief moment, none of you says a word as your minds are busy trying to assimilate what just happened while also attempting to decipher each other thoughts.

“Wanna go back inside? Drinks on me.” He finally says in a gentle tone, smiling expectantly.

“Sure!” You answer, smiling back at him and leading the way.

Consequences, if there’s any, must be taken into account, and you both know that. Your little encounter could affect your minds in ways you don’t even expect, and subsequently, your jobs could also be at risk. But you silently agree that right now is not the best moment to discuss such serious matters. For now, the only thing that should concern both of you is what drink are you gonna order at the bar.

#lee #utopia #paul ready #the terror #mr goodsir #smut #pwp #one shot #fanfiction #reader insert #female reader

[the-cydonian-texts]

Hey guys 😊✌

I want you to know that I'm still active and writing. I had to deal with a lot of things in the past few days and wasn't able to write anything, but fortunately it is all over now.

Since I have more free time, I'm currently working in new chapters for my Count Orlo's x reader fic and many other things.

Sorry for being away for to long.

#sacha Dhawan #the master #count orlo #doctor who #the great #text post

[the-cydonian-texts]

It had to be you (Count Orlo x Female Reader)

Chapter 2 : Butterflies

Summary: Orlo takes you to the library to show you one of his favorite books. A first time none of you will ever forget.

Warnings: Cursing. Fluff with a pinch of angst. Self-loathing.

Words: 2625

Notes: Second chapter is out!!!  It took me way longer than I thought and wanted, but I’m really happy I can finally share it with all of you. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Read it on AO3

Gif by:  julielilac

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Just a couple more minutes of sorting dirty laundry, and your shift will be over, something you are extremely thankful for. It was a particularly long day given the fact that you had to avoid Marial’s interrogatory the whole time, while you wondered yourself when would you get to see Orlo again. You are aware that you met four days ago but haven’t stop thinking about him ever since, wishing at least a portion of his thoughts were directed to you too.

Love at first sight was something you didn’t believe in; to you, it was like a unicorn: beautiful, perfect, but non-existent. Still, your mind was busy trying to figure out the meaning of all those things Orlo managed to make you feel in such a short time.

“So, are you finally going to tell me what’s going on?” Marial breaks the silence and, with that, your line of thought. Impatience in her voice almost palpable.

“What do you mean?” You blatantly answer, knowing pretty well what she means.

“Please don’t take me for an idiot! You perfectly know I’m talking about you and Orlo.” Marial looks you in the eye as if she was trying to read your mind.

“Oh, that!” You laugh while doing a great job hiding your nervousness. “Well, I was coming late to work on my first day because I got lost, and he helped me find the way to the Empress’ chambers. Happy?” You know your friend so well that you are certain a short answer like that won’t be enough for her. Still, you cross your fingers hoping she would leave you alone.

“Oh yeah? And what about the stupid expression on your face once he left? Was it thankfulness too?” Marial laughs. “Come on Y/N! Admit it. You like him.”

“Marial, it’s been a long day. Please let me finish my job.” You try to sound more tired than you actually are. “Besides, what if I do? Is there any problem with that?”

“I’m just saying, if you’re going to mess around with a member of Peter’s court, I’m sure there are far better options than Orlo.” Marial makes a pause, nonchalantly grabbing a tray from the tee table. “Anyway, if he ever lets you get on his pants, please let me know if his cock is so small as everyone says.” She snorts.

“Oh, you too!? For fuck’s sake, Marial!” You harshly toss a piece of clothing into the laundry basket. “What is wrong with you people!?” Your comments certainly catch your friend off guard. She remains still, staring at you while you angrily finish your tasks. Once you are done, you wave at Marial with a forced smile and leave.

As soon as you open the door to the hallway, you see Orlo from afar. He’s walking back and forth and making gestures with his hands like he was arguing with someone; his gaze focused on the floor. The Count doesn’t even notice you are standing there, staring at him with a tender smile on your face. Finally, you decided to approach him.

“Orlo? Is everything okay?” You calmly say trying, not to scare him.

“Fuck!” He gasps. “Y/N! I-I-I… Sorry.” Orlo says, looking you in the eye, then turning around for a moment as if he wanted to walk away from you, keeping his arms at his sides, constantly clenching his fists. His eyes still staring at the floor.

“It’s okay, Orlo. Just take your time.” You say before remaining quiet, giving him time to put himself together.

“I-I was… Um… I was wondering if you…” Orlo finally turns around. His eyes, still reluctant to meet yours. “I-I was wondering if you would like to… Um… to read something with me?” The words tremble out of his mouth, his voice in a higher tone than usual. A mixture of doubt and hope in his eyes tells you that, as much as he tries, he is not entirely prepared for a negative answer.

Your heart races at his invitation, as your mind only thinks on one possible answer: yes. However, you don’t want to show how desperate you are to spend more time with him since you are still not sure if Orlo feels the same about you.

“Right now!?” You’re surprised at how serene you sound knowing this time you’re the one dying inside to get a positive reply.

“Sorry, I-I should have known… It’s-It’s late. You’re tired… I-I’m sorry.” He makes a gesture with his hand as if he was trying to send his thoughts away.

“No. Wait. I’d love to!” And there goes your willpower.

“Do you!?” Orlo’s face lightens up, and his big brown eyes appear brighter than ever.

“Yes! Of course!” You reply. Your heart bursting into flames just from the thought of spending time with him. A soft sigh escapes the count, relieving all the tension he was storing inside since he thought of proposing you to read together.

“In that case. May I show you one of my favorite places in Peter’s Court?” Orlo says. His eyes sparkling like he was about to show the secret of the universe.

Seeing him smiling like that is like watching a child staring at the stars, wishing one day he could visit them all. The sight makes you feel warm inside, and you are more than thankful to be sharing this moment with him.

“After you, Count Orlo.” You say ceremoniously, making a gesture with your hand encouraging him to take the lead.

“Right.” He replies, blinking a couple of times while nodding. “This way, please.”

You walk by his side without saying a word fearing it would break the spell you both are into. Your body seems to be floating next to Orlo; your thoughts only focused on him. He is surely taking you to the court’s library, and your heart races at the thought of getting to know Orlo better.

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“Here we are!” Orlo announces before opening the library door. You walk past him like dragged inside by an invisible force. The count studies your expression, hoping with all his heart that you find the place just as magical as he does.

Though not very well illuminated and dusty, you feel like you’ve just discovered Atlantis. You wander around the place admiring with wide-opened eyes the countless volumes stacked in the shelves; delicately touching those at your reach with the tip of your fingers. If you could spend the rest of your life reading all of them, you would find the end of your days with a bright smile on your face.

“I better had memorized the way over here, if we’re going to keep reading together in the future.” You joke turning around to look at Orlo. He stumbles as you caught him off guard after he was looking at you like he was witnessing dawn for the first time.

“Do-do you mean you would like to… do this again?” His face turns red and his gaze jumps repeatedly from your eyes to the floor and back. You wonder how long would it take until Orlo can remain calm by your side, although you have to admit that seeing him all bothered and jumpy makes it extremely hard to control your desire to kiss him.

“Well, you don’t think we’re going to read all those books in one night, do you?” You wink at him like partners in crime do. He chuckles, instantly taking his eyes away from yours.

“Sh-shall we read, Y/N?” He proposes. His hand bringing your attention to two small sofas placed next to a small shelf; a chandelier resting on a table right in the middle of them. In other circumstances, you would say this is the perfect set up for a romantic evening, but considering how Orlo reacts when you touch him or even smile at him, such an idea is  sadly far from occurring to him.

“Of course! Have you something special in mind?” All of this feels like the beginning of a magical adventure where anything could happen, and it makes your heart jump with anticipation. Quietly, you sit on a sofa examining every single one of Orlo’s movements. You dare to think that the count knows the library better than Peter himself knows Russia.

Orlo takes a book from the shelf and sits on the other sofa. He adjusts his glasses and reads the title of the book, taking time to pronounce each word in the right way and pace. He doesn’t speak on a higher and uneasy pitch anymore. His voice, now calm and deep, causing you to blush with arousal.

“Do you know it?” Orlo’s eyes leave the volume in his hands to meet yours. His eyebrows slightly lifted as he waits patiently for your answer.

“I’m- I’m sorry, but the name doesn’t sound familiar to me. What is it about?” You answer while trying to steady your racing pulse. Without even noticing, you move to the edge of the sofa and consequently, closer to the count.

In a brief moment, Orlo gives you a summary of the subject of the book; leaving you with more questions than before. Not because he wasn’t able to encapsulate the cunning plot and compelling storytelling of it without revealing anything important, but because he knew exactly what to say to awake in you the burning desire to immerse yourself in the pages of the volume, and discover, with your own eyes, the thrilling secret it holds.

“May I?” You reach out a hand to Orlo asking him to give you the book. The count nods handing it to you.

Opening the book on its first page, you began reading. Your voice trembles as you struggle to fully concentrate on the words before you. It’s been a long time since you read something out loud, and the fact that the one listening to you is the most interesting and clever person you have ever known is far from being helpful. You want to show him that you’re more than a servant, that despite where you come from you are worthy of his admiration and friendship.

“Please, take your time Y/N. I recon reading out loud could be intimidating, also I can tell you haven’t done it in quite a while, but I won’t judge you for it. Emotions are what matters here.” It relieves you that Orlo seems to be able to read your mind. His reassuring comments and the sweet tone in his voice, manage to calm you down.

Resuming your reading, you soon find yourself getting lost in the words dancing harmoniously on the pages in front of you. Time appears to stop and your heart beats to the rhythm of your voice. Your body doesn’t belong to you anymore, as the story uses it as a way of coming to life and take shape in this mortal world. Orlo doesn’t move; his eyes fixed on your lips, not wanting to miss a second of this hypnotizing moment. He listens to you like he is listening to the most beautiful melody anyone has ever written. The count has read this book so many times before that he could recite it word by word without making a single mistake, but right now, he feels like he is witnessing its story for the very first time. Suddenly, a soft sob brings you back to the library, to the present. You lift your eyes from the book to look at Orlo. Tears coming down his face.

“Orlo, are you alright?” Your words seem to break a spell and Orlo jumps on his chair, instantly beginning to wipe his tears away.

“Shit! I-I-I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t let my feelings take hold of me… I’m-I’m such an idiot… I-I am truly sorry, Y/N.” A pained expression appears on his face and your heart shrinks. The count rests his elbows on his knees and tries to hide his face in his hands. In a heartbeat, you kneel next to him. Orlo frowns confused by your reaction and gives you a blank look. You cup his face in your hands gently brushing his tears away.

“You don’t have to apologize, Orlo. There’s nothing wrong with letting your true feelings show, and I’m never going to judge you for that…” Your voice is barely louder than a whisper. “As a matter of fact, I find it refreshing. It proves, that unlike many others here, you do have a soul.” The muscles on Orlo’s face loosen.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Tears begin to gather in Orlo’s eyes again. No one ever has told him such kind words before and he feels moved beyond words.

Unhesitatingly, you close the distance between both of you until your lips are softly pressed against his. Orlo lets out a sharp sigh as his muscles tense; you almost break the kiss thinking he would be offended by your boldness. Instead, he closes his eyes melting under your touch.

Orlo stays still as you stroke his cheeks; just like yours, his breathing is shallow and quick. You don’t dare to move your lips against his, as you don’t want to rush him. Instead, your mouths remain squeezed together.

How many times did you recreate this scenario in your mind, wondering how would it be to be kissing Orlo; to be touching him and feeling his warmth. But no thought did justice to the actual moment, as his lips were softer than you could ever imagine. Being so close to him awakes a storm of feelings you never thought of being able to experience. Your heart burning with passion and affection; the butterflies in your stomach having a wild party. Slowly, you pull away. None of you says a word for a moment, allowing each other to settle.

“I’m sorry, Orlo.” You stand up abruptly. The magical spell of a longed kiss soon replaced by the venom of reality. How could you be so naïve to let your mind fantasize about you and Orlo? A servant and a noble will never be together and you know it. People like you aren’t entitled to dream as serving is your only purpose in life. Moreover, how could you be so stupid to think that one day you could be at his level?

“I shouldn’t have… It’s late… I-I have to go.” A soon as you try to leave Orlo grabs your hand.

“P-please… Promise me you’re… going to finish reading it.” His eyes still wet with tears, unknowingly begging you to stay with him, as he places the book in your hand.

“I promise… Good night, Orlo.” You say holding back your tears, leaving the library in a rush.

“Good night, Y/N.” Orlo’s reply is barely audible.

Defeated, the count sinks in the sofa unable to process the swarm of feelings and thoughts he was left with after you were gone. The crushing feeling in his chest becoming harder to ignore; tears running down his face as he desperately seeks answers. Whatever he did wrong, he wishes he hadn’t done it. He could not bear losing the only spark of joy and hope he has ever found in such a rotten place like Peter’s court. Soon, it is all too much to handle and Orlo falls asleep, right there in the library, accompanied by his beloved books and the dying light of the candles.

Tomorrow, the count will wake up under the weight of guilt, being certain that he ruined any chance he got with you. He will also punish himself for thinking that such a loser like him could ever be enough for someone like you. Maybe one day you’ll realize he is not the one you need, after all, he is nothing but a loser and a coward. 

#count orlo #sacha dhawan #the great #the master #doctor who #count orlo x reader #female reader #reader insertion #it had to be you

[the-cydonian-texts]

It had to be you (Count Orlo x Female Reader)

Chapter 1: Serendipity

Summary: your friend Marial gets you a job as her assistant. It’s your first day. You’re late and afraid you might have wasted your chance, but luck is just around the corner. 

Notes: well, this turned out longer than I thought, and, if I may be honest with you, I’m still not sure how is it going to end. But I’m having a lot of fun writing it so...

The title comes from a song by Ray Charles that I was casually listening to when I began writing this fic.

Anyway... I really hope you like it guys ;)

Warnings: Cursing.

Words: 2015

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Gif by:  awesomethingsandsuch

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It's your first day of work and you’re already coming late. You should have paid more attention to Marial, when she showed you the way to the empress’ chambers the day before. But no, you were too busy daydreaming and admiring the beauty of the palace to even attempt to memorize all the corridors and doors. Now you’re rushing through its vastness, hoping you’d be right on time when needed and still have a job by tomorrow.

You walk as fast as you can, while successfully avoiding bumping into someone or something. People in the corridors look at you like watching a fly who has flown inside a room and now tries to find the way out. You hear murmuring and laughs behind you. You blush with embarrassment; nervousness makes you stumble, and almost fall down next to a group of not-very-friendly-looking nobles.

“Well done.” You thought to yourself. “You’ve already fucked it up, haven’t you?”

You hurry around the corner at the end of the hall, so distracted by your own thoughts that you don’t see the young man walking in your direction. You bump into him violently, the impact making both of you stumble back. The man gasps in shook drooping the book he was holding in his hand.

“I’m…I’m so s-sorry.” You pant while picking up an old dark brown volume from the floor.

“’Meditations and… Other Metaphysical… Writings.’” Between sharp deep breaths, you read the golden letters written on its spine, before handing it back to him.

Your gazes meet and you blush, unable to look away from his gentle brown eyes. Your own mind goes blank and you get a funny feeling in your stomach; breathing shallow and irregular.

The man’s eyes are wide open and his lips slightly parted in amazement. Once he realizes he’s been staring at you for too long, he breaks eye contact and shyly adjusts his glasses. If you weren’t too busy trying to gather your thoughts together, you could swear he is blushing too.

“No, I-I-I am sorry. I should have paid more attention.” He finally replies, looking down with regret. “A-a-are you, alright?” His voice raspy and insecure, his big brown eyes examining you with concern.

“I am. Thank you.” You say. The man’s expression relaxes at your words.

“W-well. In that case. I-I must go. If you excuse me.” He awkwardly bobs his head to you and begins walking away.

“W-wait. Please. I have to be at the empress’ quarters, but I think I’m lost. Could you please show me the way?” You beg him, don’t even trying to hide the desperation in your voice. Besides, he seems like the only person around who would agree to help you, so you don’t waste your chance. The man meditates your request for a moment, while you hold your breath hoping for an affirmative answer.

“I-I suppose I can do that. Please, follow me.” He finally replays, giving you a quick smile, and turning around to lead the way to the empress’s chambers. You follow him instantly, trying to keep up his pace.

“I am Y/N. By the way.” You finally dare to speak once silence has become too awkward. “I’m the new empress’ girl. I’ll be assisting Marial.”

“I am Count Orlo. Nice to meet you.” He says with a gentle tone, nodding at you. Then focusing on the corridor ahead.

“Nice to meet you too.” You give him a sincere smile while trying to remember why his name sounds so familiar.

Even though you will probably lose your job, you are rather thankful for getting lost and meeting Orlo. He appears to be a very interesting and kind person. Not to mention, he is also very handsome; something you find yourself admiring from time to time as the two of you walk through the palace. The image of his hypnotizing big brown eyes and his pink parted lips refusing to leave your mind.

Quickly, you shake those thoughts away, as you’re not supposed to be having them. He’s a noble, you a serf, and, for your own sake, it would be better if you learn your place from the start. Besides, someone like him would probably be already taken, he may even have… kids…

“No. You can’t be him!” You suddenly say, a little too loud for your own liking, making Orlo’s heart skip a beat.

“W-what do you mean?” Orlo gives you a questioning look, visibly startled by your abrupt and blaring comment.

“Well… Earlier today, I heard some men talking about this guy in the emperor’s court, who was nothing but a coward and an insufferable know-it-all. Also, not the kind of man a woman would gladly fuck. Hence, the name they gave him: Orlo the Virgin. But…” You quickly cut yourself off, realizing what you just said.

Orlo clenches his jaw and let out a hurt sigh. A hint of sadness appears in his eyes, and your heart breaks into pieces. “Way to go, idiot.” You mentally punish yourself for being so thoughtless.

“I’m sorry. I-I-I didn’t mean to…” Words get stuck in your mouth. You know you hurt him, but embarrassment and remorse hinder you from articulating a proper apology. You decide to remain silent. Your stomach tied in knots.

“Empress’ chambers are at the end of that corridor over there. Have a good day.” Without looking at you, Orlo points at the nearest hallway and walks away in the other direction.

“Orlo, wait!... Please.” You say before he disappears into the lounge he is heading to. Orlo stops midway, but his back remains facing you.

“Don’t think I’m saying this just to be nice or because I pity you…” You say, moving towards him.

“Sorry. It’s that supposed to be an apology?” His tone bitter and littered with disappointment.

“I’m just being honest. Please let me finish…” You make a pause hoping he would listen to you. Orlo still avoiding to look at you.

“When I heard those idiots, I mean, those men talking. I was expecting to meet a hideous man. Like a creature with crooked teeth, a face full of pustules, and...” You pause, acknowledging that you’re starting to sound like an idiot.

“What I’m trying to say is…” You walk to stand beside him while attempting to find the right words that match your true feelings. His eyes fixed on the floor.

“I just met you, therefore I can’t attest to the truth of their words, but something tells me that you are a very interesting person. Also, if I may…” You hesitate for a moment, unsure about whether you should say what you’re about to. Orlo’s expression seems softened by your words, still, there’s suspicion in his eyes.

“You are way more handsome than I would have expected.” You let out. It really doesn’t matter if your words come as inappropriate. That’s how you feel and you don’t have the intention to hide it.

Your honest remark makes him blush, and your heart melts. Orlo looks the other way, hiding his face from you. He breathes sharply and his muscles tense.

“I-I-I have to go.” He finally replies and leaves.

You remain still; staring blankly at the place where, just a moment ago, Orlo was standing in. A swarm of thoughts rushing through your mind, but all with two words in common: ‘What if…’.

What if you just messed everything up? What if you read the situation wrong and made him angrier? What if…

“Oh! There you are!” Marial’s voice snaps you back to reality. “Where the fuck you’ve been, Y/N!?”

“I-I…” You freeze. Marial grabs you by the arm and drags you towards the empress’ chambers.

“You’re lucky to have me as your friend, Y/N. Otherwise, you would hold the record for the Shortest Period of Service ever.”

***

The shift is over. You had a busy day, but not a bad one. The empress was very nice to you and you are very thankful for that. As long as you be there when needed and do everything you've been told, you're going to be fine.

Tired, but unable to sleep, you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Indeed, you didn't lose the job and it relieves you, but your mind is busy with something else.

The thoughts about what happened earlier today rushing through your mind, making you uneasy. You wish you could talk to Orlo just one more time, and thank him for helping you, but you are quite sure he hates you already. The mere thought of it saddens you.

You wonder why those men said something so rude about Orlo. Judging by the look on his face when you told him about it, you can be sure it wasn’t the first time he heard those kinds of things; which makes everything even worse.

Yes, he is surely a little awkward and shy, but he is also one of the few people in Peter’s Court that has treated you with respect and has seen you as a human instead of a tool. Maybe that’s the reason why the other men treat him like they do. He’s one of the few who appears like having a soul.

***

You don’t see Orlo for the next 3 days, and his absence is affecting you more than you wish; more than you would like to admit. If the Count is trying to avoid you, he’s making a pretty damn good job.

“Are you alright Y/N? You look a little… sad.” Marial’s voice brings you back to reality.

“Yes. I guess.” You reply, trying not to sound so serious, but Marial’s expression tells you failed.

Suddenly, someone enters the room. Your heart almost jumps from your chest when you see Orlo’s standing in the doorway.

“Y/N. May I talk to you?” Orlo says with a serious expression. Without a second thought, you follow the Count to an adjacent room; leaving Marial with a confused look.

“I apologize for leaving like that the other day. It was disrespectful and childish.” He says once you are alone. The look in his eyes is sincere and you realize how truly sorry he is.

“Apology accepted. I’m glad you don’t hate me for what I said.” You say followed by a warm smile. Orlo blushes and breaks eye contact instantly.

“N-never.” He says, shyly smiling back at you. “I-I noticed you can read. If you want, I can recommend you a pair of volumes I’m really fond of.” His face lightness as soon as he speaks about books. It is clear he enjoys sharing his reading passion with others, and you can’t help but melt at how cute he looks.

“Sure. I’m looking forward to it!” You reply moving closer to him. “Thanks for helping me find the right way the other day.” You say before, placing a light kiss on his cheek. Orlo tenses at the sudden contact, his breathing quickens.

“I-I-I...” He says, moving away from you and nervously looking around.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I-I don’t know what I was thinking.” You hasten to say, looking down embarrassed.

“N-no needs to apologize, but thanks.” He says, awkwardly bobbing his head. “Have a nice day, Y/N.”

“Have a nice day, Count Orlo.” You smile gently while nodding at him.

Your eyes remain fixed on the count as he leaves the room. A long blissful sigh escapes you as soon as he is gone.

“Care to explain to me what did just happen, Y/N?” Marial asks while moving in front of you to take a better look at your face.

“Oh my god! You like him!” She exclaims when she notices the stupidly sweet expression on your face.

“Shut up Marial. We have things to do.” You reply, quickly grabbing a cushion from a chair and fluffing it; pretending to do something useful while trying to hide your embarrassment.

You are not sure what is what Orlo makes you feel, but it seems too good to ignore it. Hopefully one day you’ll find out, for now, you must concentrate on your work.

#count orlo #sacha dhawan #the great #the master #doctor who #count orlo x reader #female reader #reader insertion #it had to be you

[the-cydonian-texts]

Rainy days are for staying in bed

Dhawan!Master x Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: it’s a rainy spring day and you have no intention of getting out of bed. Lucky for you, the Master won’t let you do it either.

Notes: This is based on a dream I had a couple of days ago; it is also the first thing I write in many years, so I hope you like it.

Sorry if I made too many mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. Feedback is very much appreciated ;) 

*For a better reading experience go to this site and listen to this playlist ;) *

Warnings: None. Just fluff without plot.

Words: 609

Read it on Ao3

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A thunder jolts you awake. You snap your eyes open, numbly trying to come back to reality, while your heart beats wildly in your chest.

“Shh. It’s ok, Y/N. It was just thunder.” The Master whispers in your ear, tightening his grip around you and kissing the back of your head in an attempt to calm you down.

“You can go back to sleep now, love.” He says in a very soft tone, pulling you closer to his chest, and burying his face in your nape.

A peaceful smile appears on your face once you remember where you are, and whose voice is trying to talk you back to sleep. You grab his hand and kiss it gently before interlocking your fingers together, closing your eyes, and enjoying how warm the Master’s arms feel around you.

Outside it is like a war between heaven and earth. The wind blows fiercely, violent thunders roar in the distance, and large, heavy raindrops crash mercilessly against every surface. In your room, however, it seems like another world. The soft melody coming from the speakers on your desk, and the dimmed fairy lights hanging on the walls like fireflies glowing gracefully in the night, fill the place with a blissful atmosphere.

You give a deep sigh, enchanted by the moment, burying yourself into the Master’s embrace. The Time Lord chuckles softly before tenderly kissing your neck. “What is it, my love?”

You turn around to face him. A sweet loving smile on your face as you get lost in his eyes. The same lovely dark eyes that stop burning with rage once they meet yours.

“I love you, Master.” Words still floating in the air when your lips meet. Your heart burst into flames, and you melt in his arms. The Master tangle his fingers on your hair, gently playing with it. You stroke his beard tenderly, and he purrs under your touch.

The kiss is delicate and intimate. Time seems to stop as you explore each other’s mouths without any rush. Licking, tasting, getting lost in the sensations.

Suddenly, the Master breaks the kiss to look you in the eye. He does not say a word but you know what he is thinking. You can see it in his eyes that you are the most precious thing that has ever happened to him, his treasure. He may be the most dangerous being in the universe, but with you, he let his guard down. You are the only one who deserves to be the witness of that side of him, and you more than happy that so it is.

You stay there for a moment, staring at each other’s eyes without saying a word. The rain doesn’t stop, but you don’t listen to it anymore, you don’t even listen to the music, or pay attention to the flickering fairy lights. Nothing else matters for now. The Master pulls you again into a kiss, turning both of you around, so you’re now lying atop of him. His arms tightly wrapped around you as if you were going to fly away once he lets go of you.

You don’t know exactly when did you fall asleep, but you wake up to the soothing beat of the Master's hearts. A new day has begun, the sun is shining again, and the birds are singing with joy. Soon you notice the Master is still sleeping. A beautiful sight you don’t get to see very often. You stare at him for a couple of minutes before placing a light kiss on his lips.

“I love you.” You say resting your head on his chest, wishing for another rainy day.

#sacha dhawan #the master #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master #doctor who #thanks for the Sacha Stans for convincing me to publish this #by me #fanfiction #fluff #I hope it wasn't too short

[the-cydonian-texts]

Hello everyone!

I’ve finally decided I’m writing again and I’ll be posting here all of my drabbles and maybe future proper fics. So feel free to drop by and submit your imagines, prompts, etc.

I’m a multi fandom writer, but for now my main themes will be Doctor Who, Borderlands, and pretty much anything with Sacha Dhawan on it. My blog is a no-kink shaming place but I won’t be writing anything related to rape, bestiality, underage sex, or anything of the sort.

P.S. I’m currently living in Germany/learning the language, and my mother tongue is Spanish, so I may be making a lot of mistakes for a while.

Nothing left to say... Welcome to this madness!!!

#text post #sacha dhawan #the master #doctor who #borderlands #writer #first post #let's go!