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cvlutos · 1 year

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“No Nut November” Pt.2

| Repost: 01.09.23 | 1.3K | Mature |

NRC 2nd Years X GN!Reader

♡ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ♡

LOSER #ONE

He honestly doesn’t know about NNN, until he heard Ace and Deuce talking about it and so he asks Trey. Who simply laughs out loud and sorta explains it. Riddle literally goes red in the face and wants to collar anyone who speaks about something that is so embarrassing. Until you casually mention it and think it’s funny. He’s sorta like that’s dumb. He’s totally not doing NNN, not even for you. But he thinks about it, various times throughout the day. I honestly believe that Riddle isn’t a very horny person, so he rarely gets hard till the most random of times. He sorta just plainly ignores it as he does homework in his bedroom. Absentmindedly chewing on his pen, think about you and how’d you touch—

He'll win, simply because he can’t bring himself to jack off. Though most likely had the most intense wet dream known to man. He woke up shaking and shuddering, sweating as if he fucked fr. He swears that would never happen. He would never put his dick in you—can’t make eye contact with you for weeks without becoming red in the face.

“Off with anyone’s head who participates in something so disgusting—No, I’m not red in the place!”

♡ RUGGIE BUCCHI ♡

LOSER #TWO

Loud and proud with “winning”. Knows all about NNN and he and his friends probably keep track to make sure each other doesn’t fail. So at the same time, he’s tryna preserve his NNN streak, he’s tryna ruin it for everyone else. He’s taking the most outta pocket pictures and will just casually show everyone, like one where you slip in a puddle, another why are you biting your lip. Leona is his biggest victim. He thinks he’s untouchable until you go outta your way to get him a gift. The only gifts Ruggie ever receives are the rare gifts from friends and family from the Afterglow Savannah, or the various things Leona “gives” him. So a gift from his crush.

He’s crashing and burning. Fumbling over his words as he darts off to his room. Tripping over himself as he struggles to unbuckle this belt, kicking his door close with a slam. He’s almost shaking from excitement, like a dog in front of a fresh meal. Leaning against his dorm and bucking wildly into his hand. Will act like he never came to the thought of you, though several say some heard him whimper your name.

“No, I didn’t lose… no, I don’t whimper.”

♡ AZUL ASHENGROTTO ♡

ULTIMATE LOSER.

I’m sorry but when it comes to you and trying to not masturbate. He’s failing. Losing before he even knew about NNN. Like, he’s so embarrassed when Floyd and Jade talk about as they walk to class, his face is pink before he’s coughing it off and calling NNN a children’s game. He’ll not participate in something so silly. Like bsfr.

As if he hadn’t his face shoved into a pillow and his blankets shoved between his legs. Hair, disheveled, and face red as he grinds into the multiple blankets, at exactly November 1st, 4:13AM. Like the sun isn’t even out.

“That is a childish game—No! I didn’t ‘jizz’—Don’t say such brash things! Especially in public, Floyd!”

♡ JADE LEECH ♡

WINNER #ONE

He wins simply because he wants to win. He has no carnal desire to ‘fuck his hand’ nor ‘ruin his bedsheets’, both kindly phrased by Floyd. Don’t be mistaken, he has before, seeing as he’s extremely interested in the human body. But he already knows what he likes and what makes him tick, of sorts. But you. What makes you hot and bothered? Are you into biting? Maybe blood? Maybe you like it rough, or maybe you like it soft. Which one is it?

This NNN isn’t going to be for him to have self-control. It’s going to be for you. He simply loves the embarrassed look you have when he gives you shy touches or whispers in your ear. He loves to see the way humans react. His goal isn’t to just make you lose NNN by cumming, he wants to be there and be the one that makes you cum.

“Please do tell, what is it you’re into? Shall we explore together?”

♡ FLOYD LEECH ♡

LOSER #FOUR

Loud and proud, this time with losing. Zero shame in talking to you about it. All in your ear, whispering about how hard you made him and how he came to you. Not even in a private place, probably during passing period when the halls were all crowded. Now don’t be mistaken, he “tried” for a good 60 minutes till you were minding your own business. Probably you yawned in his vicinity. He blames you for losing.

Floyd is such a flip-floppy person. Like he’s mad, he’s lost one moment, cause if you didn’t just walk around all alluring, then he wouldn’t have fucked his hand. But he’s also happy, cause he gets this type of reaction outta you. Plans to fuck you at the end of the month. One way or another.

“Don’t be like that Shrimpy~ I was just tryna have some funn hallway chit chat~”

♡ KALIM AL-ASIM ♡

LOSER #FIVE

Don’t feel bad for him. Everybody and their momma knew Kalim wasn’t winning. Everybody in that dorm knew that the moment he said he was doing NNN, he was going to lose. Like he’s the only one shocked when he’s having difficulty winning like he isn’t a huge simp. Like you say ‘jump’, Kalim is like ‘How high?’ He’d jump off a cliff into the ocean if you asked him to.

Lasts a day. A day. Longer than Jamil thought, who gave him 5 hours max. Others betting 20 minutes. So he shocks everyone, but at the same time is it a flex if everyone can hear you getting down and dirty in your room and everyone in a 10-mile radius can hear the person who has a crush on name being moaned. Kalim acts normally the next day, but Jamil looks so ashamed.

“Yeah, I lost, but it’s just a game. And I don’t mind losing [Name] is just so irresistible!”

♡ JAMIL VIPER ♡

UNDECIDED.

Truly can’t decide whether he would win or not. He’s only participating because of Kalim, who begged. So he’s playing. Which he’s proudly like, ‘I got this, no way I’m losing.’ Until you pull up, and around a lot more and he’s genuinely enjoying spending time with you, to the point you showing up in his dreams. One day in class he blanked out and had written your name with his last name. Suddenly he’s avoiding you like the bubonic plague. Like he sees you in the hall, he’s spinning around, dragging Kalim the other way.

I’ve changed my mind. He’s losing. He probably got a huge boner from spending time with you in his dorm room and thought that he could ease the pain and annoyance of his boner without cumming. For someone who’s in the dorm of mindfulness, why did he think that work, as he stares at his homework that’s now painted in his mess.

“I’m not avoiding them… I’m just taking a shortcut.”

♡ SILVER ♡

WINNER #TWO

He can barely stay awake to do homework. He sure ain’t staying awake to jerk off. Though he knows about NNN, because of his very loud dormmate, known as Sebek Zigvolt. Who challenges him. Silver, half awake and tired, agrees. Definitely forgets, and his only saving grace is him falling asleep mid-masturbation. Kid, you not. Has woken to his limp dick in hand on multiple occasions. Though I do believe that Silver stays very alert even in his sleep, so no one has caught him with his dick out. He’s been close.

“I won… oh okay…”

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niftykin · 4 months

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The blood of the innocent ones

Starring: Silver | Twisted wonderland

Sypnosis: You died while defeating malleus, trapped in the thorns that finally took your life away, leaving Silver with no time to tell you how strong his feelings were for you

Prompts:"I still think about you, day in, day out" "I still miss you" "And I… I still love you, even after all of this time"

A/N: Reader is portrayed to be Yuu/Magicless

Warnings: No happy ending, major death, angst, mentions of blood.

The blood of the innocent will always be thrown, will always stain the hands of everyone that stands on the way; its a shame the only reason they are remembered is by their tragic endings and the tears that spread on their graves will never be seen for anyone else; The pain and the sorrow will be something you wont face, the rest and the peace is something they pray and beg to anyone for you to have finally.

Green thorns adorned the head of the grave that described your name, reminding of the ending you had to face for yourself; When no one could hear you, help you or think of you, where you were unnoticed and unprotected. He should have known.

You helped everyone you could. You were weak, He admired how strongly you could stand for anyone even if they didnt really liked you. So stupid; He let that happen. He loved you; he admired your determination, your resiliance, your kindness, but most of all he loved you for who you were, not for what you did to others, it wasn't important. He knew that he didn't have to lose you when Lilia said he was going to leave, "I still miss you" Silver knew that he had to say what he felt before it was too late; Ink splashed into the room, thunders could be heard outside the palace, and the green fog made everyone sleep.

He slept while you suffered, and woke up too late to accompany you.

Silver was always loyal, even when his heart sinked when he looked into the green eyes of the man who some day he said was his friend, seeing your reflection in them, completely covered in ink, green thorns and an almost unoticable fog; "I still think about you, day in, day out" Green was the color he despised the most, black was second, it reminded him of how he found you on the ground, how he bled with the thorns while he tried so desperately to remove them. He reminded him how fragile you were… How fragile you two were.

His person made its way to the ramshackle dorm, on the egoistical hope that your spirit one day will appear to be trapped there; to acompany him, the only straw left for his sanity to keep him on track was to think that you finally could be back at your own world, that your death here was the portal that made you go where you yearned and that was the reason why Crowley couldnt find your way home. Was it his fault? Malleus fault?, was it anyones fault to be honest?, when you deal with lost the way he did it was to blame others, but was there a culprit itself?

The dreams, the sleeping, the things he liked the most after you were the ones reminding him of his sins; He lost everything now, and he didnt care, even if the only time he got to see you again was in his nightmares he was going to face them, after all your memory was the only string that bringed him back to his sanity. He hoped that in any place you could ever be, happiness and joy surrounded you.

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solvrized · 11 months

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sleepyhead

୨୧ ꒰ pairing ꒱ : silver x fem!reader

୨୧ ꒰ context ꒱ : you’re peacefully sleeping but your boyfriend has other plans…

୨୧ ꒰ tags ꒱ : smut, somnophilia, not really fluff but idk the end is kind of cute

୨୧ ꒰ author’s note ꒱ : in my au nrc is an actual college bc my american brain can’t comprehend a place that has college in the name being a high school, silver is the one having trouble sleeping for once, i know it’s not stated but they have both consented to this being okay prior to this situation <3 consent is important ^.^

You and your boyfriend have decided to take a nap because you guys have been pretty busy all day. You fell right asleep while Silver has been having trouble.

You were laying flat on his chest with your leg spread across him. He was holding the small of your back while you peacefully slept. He had been thinking about going to sleep all day, even nodding off a few times throughout the day, but now that he was here, the only thing that was on his mind was you.

Convinced that he was just trying to simply help you sleep better, he starts to rub your butt. He squeezes it with his hand and you stir a bit in your sleep. He took that as a sign and put his other hand on the other cheek. He starts to rub both of them, squeezing and patting them lightly so he doesn’t disturb you too much. You skirt is lifting a bit, revealing the height of your butt. He twitches in his pants and his thoughts start to get a little dirtier.

He can’t help himself as he starts to rub your butt closer to your center over your underwear. He feels that you are slightly wet and groans.

“You’re killing me here princess…”, he says as he licks his lips.

He slides your underwear to the side and slowly inserts a finger.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and you aren’t even awake.” He says as he slowly adds another finger, kissing your forehead.

He quickens the pace as you start to stir lightly, you moan as he pushes his fingers in deeper.

“Alright, I guess we’re going to do this then.”, he says while slowly sliding you off of him, turning you on your back.

He puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting you as he palms his hard-on. He slowly turns you over so you are laying on your back. He slowly slides your underwear down so he doesn’t disturb you.

“I think I’m losing my mind”, he says he pumps himself staring at your center.

He parts your legs and rubs his tip on your folds, wetting it with your fluids.

"You're so perfect, prefect," He says as he pushes himself in and immediately lets out a loud groan.

“ You’re so fu-fucking tight”, he says as he pushes himself further in.

He rubs your clit which makes you moan in response.

He speeds up his pace both on your clit and with his thrusts, closing his eyes in pleasure. He was so wrapped up in the moment that he didn’t notice you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He heard your small mumbles and finally opened his eyes to see you lazily staring at him with a half smile.

He kisses your cheek and buries his face in the crook of your neck while you arch your back and he goes in deeper.

“Ah, please keep doing that,” you moan in his ear.

He goes faster and he feels you squeeze around him. You dig your nails into his back as he hits that spot of pleasure each time he thrusts forward.

The both of you a moaning mess as you come together.

He peppers you with kisses as he pulls himself out of you.

“Are we able to do that again?” You ask slowly waking up.

“As many times as you like,” he says while laying his head on your shoulder.

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seraphdreams · 2 years

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HOW THEY LIKE IT AND WHERE | TWST HC.

leona kingscholar / floyd leech / silver x fem! reader.

synopsis. how they like to fuck you and where they like to cum.

contains. dumbification, overstimulation, somnophilia, multiple rounds mentioned, biting, creampies, cunnilingus. 18+ mdni.

author’s note. first time writing twst, let me know if i should do more. might transfer over to @leonha so follow there too, if you want!

HOW LEONA LIKES IT.

— leona likes when you think you have control, when you’re on top, riding him until your poor little legs can’t handle it. the way you whine and beg for him to take over only fuels his evergrowing ego and if you plead well enough for him, he might consider flipping you both over and giving you what you really want. he fucks good, so be prepared to get overstimulated in a matter of seconds, dumbed down to nothing but a babbling fleshlight for him.

WHERE HE LIKES TO CUM.

— leona likes to cum on your stomach or just above your pussy. he’s meticulous about it because he definitely wouldn’t risk getting you pregnant. if you’re on birth control, he might feel more lenient to cumming inside you but don’t expect it every time.

HOW FLOYD LIKES IT.

— floyd likes you bent over and on display. it’s how he always starts off every session, pounding into you from behind, gripping at the fat of your hips and forcing you down into an arch. he’ll switch positions and maybe you’ll be underneath this time, it’s more fun that way. he has incredible stamina and if he could, he’d fuck you all day. he loves nipping your skin with his sharp teeth anywhere he can; your shoulder, your nipples, your tummy, your clit—any place where he can get a cute reaction out of you. if he’s in a giving mood, he’d especially pass you around between jade as well. the best thing to him is when you’re all dumb from pleasure.

WHERE HE LIKES TO CUM.

— floyd likes to cum inside you. he likes to see how your twitching cunt oozes his seed after each round. he’ll take his fingers and stuff all of it right back in too, he’s romantic like that. if you were just on your knees sucking him off, he’d cum on your face and maybe even take a few pictures to go jerk off to later.

HOW SILVER LIKES IT.

— silver’s prone to sleeping and he doesn’t trust himself enough to have sex with you without dozing off. that’s why you both came to a mutual agreement that concluded in letting you get yourself off if need be when he’s asleep. he likes when you slip under the covers and hold his heavy cock in your hand, steadily pumping him to hardness before slipping him inside you. he lets out little huffy whimpers and breaths from your ministrations as he slowly blinks himself awake to the sight of your face contorted from the pleasure of grinding yourself over his cock.

WHERE HE LIKES TO CUM.

— silver doesn’t have a preference on where he likes to cum, he’ll cum wherever you tell him. if you want his seed inside you, he’ll do just that. if you want him to cum down your throat, he’ll do that too. he gets sleepy after sex but he always makes sure to clean you up after, whether that be getting a damp towel or just spending time between your legs, lapping at your cunt until he eventually falls asleep on your thigh.

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dddomenstarstwst1 · 1 year

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Merveilleux! Magnifique! Can we get Silver and somnophilia with the addiction with recording…

I've decided to combine these two, because they were very similar in concept. Also the format is headcanons, because i got sick and heads are easier to write right now, sorry!!

Punished and recorded (ft.silver)

Warnings: sub!Silver, dom!gn!reader, somnophilia, edging, overstimulation, punishments, recording (consensual), reader is mean, toys (dildos), bondage, a bit of humiliation and degradation (silver called slutty once)

a/n: a character is aged up and depicted as 18+ y/o

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° first of all, silver doesn't even complain. He knows he's been falling asleep way too many times, even when you two go on dates. It's not even funny, because one time he literally fell asleep face-deep in his dessert

° you've had enough, so it's time to discipline your knight. Tie his hands behind his back, while silver lays on his stomach, and shove a dildo up his ass. It's nowhere near enough to make him cum, just to keep him on edge

° well, you could of course help him out, especially when he's begging you with those pleading eyes filled with tears, but he doesn't deserve that. Snap a couple of pics, record a few clips of him shivering under your hungry gaze, tease silver about how slutty he looks right now and how you're gonna send them to his dorm mates

° he might start full on crying, the idea of being exposed to his friends is definitely making his heart race and dick leak pre-cum. Silver won't admit that, but he's lowkey gonna start posing for you, arching his back more, spreading his legs wider, etc

° once you've played with him enough, it's time for the real punishment to begin. Let your hands slide to his tied wrists, freeing him from restraints. Lay him on the back, only ever leaving feather-light touches on his erection and thighs

° overstimulate him by almost giving him what he wants, yet not exactly. His head is spinning from all the sensations he's experiencing, he could explode in an orgasm only from them. But it wouldn't be fun, so wrap your hand around his dick and milk him dry, leaving the dildo inside

° by the end of the punishment silver is trembling and shaking, clear watery spurts shoot from his tip, he's been completely emptied, both in mind and body. And you're thinking he finally learned his lesson, but something tells you it wasn't your last time punishing him for falling asleep on a date. Perhaps, it's the look he gives you

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dolliehina · 29 days

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Hey guys, I hate to be THAT PERSON, but can someone explain the TWST banner system to me? And the wishing/pulling system in general? Will certain cards get reruns? I'd just like to know because I have some cards I'd really like to get.

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ange1princess · 2 years

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Where do you want me❔

Summary ❕ Where's the wildest place they've had sex.

Ft. ❕ Gn!reader x Diasomnia (Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek)

CW❕MDNI, sexual content, sub(?) Reader and bottom reader, exhibitionism, one spank, that's literally all. All characters in this are 18+

A/N❕Sorry Malleus' is so short oml i didn't even realise T_T but anyways Reblogs always appreciated!! Also not proofread :P

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❕MALLEUS❕

‣ Not one for too much risk, it was in your bedroom at ramshackle the only difference is he fucked you against a huge window.

"Do you like this, my beloved?" He says as he pounds into you while looking down at the people walking by, the thrill of being seen or caught being fucked by possibly the strongest person on campus has you clenching around him, pleading him to go faster and harder. Your answer comes out as a whimper, pushing yourself against him in sync.

You don't know how much the poor, possibly weak glass pane could handle. But you didn't care, not when your brains foggy and the only thought in there is the need for his cum to fill you up, hoping someone catches you being claimed by the horned prince.

❕LILIA❕

‣ Oh he likes risk, because what's life without it, right? (Ok immortal.) In the air. I'm sorry you cannot look at me and tell me he wouldn't, birds eye view as you're over everyone he can show off two things like this, both his strength, and you! (Yes I'm a firm believer in him having wings in his true form and being able to fly <3)

"Look! There's Ace and Deuce, looks like they're looking for someone~ hm, what if it's you darling?" He chuckles as the both of you start drifting towards them, not close enough to be spotted too obviously, but close enough that if they tried hard, they'd definitely catch you. You bite down on the side of his neck to muffle the moan that threatens to bubble out of you.

"I know you can't keep it in any longer sweetheart, let go, let them see who you belong to," he whispers, his voice coming out steady, unlike yours which just comes out as a whine. "Don't think I haven't seen how the blue one looks at you, maybe we should give them a show?" You clench at the thought. Something about having Duece see you this hot and bothered, tongue lolling out of your moth as you throw your head back, makes you want more. The possessive lilt in Lilias voice only egging you further.

❕SILVER❕

‣ Nothing too special, the two of you went to a music festival and ended up fucking on an empty stage with an audience around you, but dw no one remembers much because everyone was either too tired or too stoned, good for you guys.

He's lost in the pleasure, he either doesn't care or doesn't see the group of people eyeing the two of you with unbridled hunger in their eyes as you cry out for him to move faster, your body moving according to his whim. Your back is arched, your ass in the air as the waves of your skin seem amplified by the strength of his thrusts. He leans over, his chest flush against your back as he whispers in your ear, "Look them in the eye," he's talking about the people in the crowd. Something bubbles up in his chest, is it pride? Is it arrogance? It can be either, signified by his self satisfied, smug smile.

You do as he says, you just want to cum at this point, and you know if you don't listen to him, he'd edge you or worse, leave you high and dry. So you stare into the eyes of a random stranger, your mouth opening to let out a wanton moan, your jaw going slack just like your body. You were close, you knew it but you can't cum, not yet, not till he gives you the go. "You did so well, go ahead, cum for me," that's all the permission it takes for you to come undone, you didn't even take into account the multiple people with hands down their pants trying to relieve themselves whilst watching.

❕SEBEK❕

‣ Another that's not one to go too further from tradition. But one time he got really hard during a meeting because you kept teasing him and had to excuse the both of you do that he could bend you over and make you see stars in the room next to it which had a one way mirror, aka you can see the other's having a meeting but they can't see you.

You can't help but look back at Sebek, your neck craning as you see his face scrunched up, trying to keep his cool although it's getting harder by the second. He's bent you over the glass table, the cool glass of the table giving solace to your heated skin. "S-seb, faster, please," is all you can manage to say as your eyes drift to the rows of people at the meeting in the other room. "You're fucking filthy, d-don't tell me how to fuck you," his breathings uneven and you can feel his annoyance as he smacks you, surely leaving an angry red print on your behind.

"This is all your fault, couldn't keep your slutty hands to yourself for an hour?" His thrusts keep getting faster and harder, you know he's going to punish you, you just don't know how. But you realise it as soon as it happens, he pulls out of you, jerking himself off as you whine at the emptiness. He tell you to shut up as he cums all over your ass, his breathing ragged as he tries to fix himself the best he can, straightening his hair and clothes, he looks as good as new unlike you, who's spent and sensitive, the only thing keeping you upright the thick glass of the table as he tells you he'll take care of you at home and that you need this, to learn both patience and discipline.

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demonichikikomori · 6 months

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Somnophiliac

Silver (Vanrouge) x GN!Reader Word Count: 758 Tags: Handjobs/Not Really Somno? You're "Punishing" Him

Art is by twst_rere on Twitter!

Haiyohobobobluh... I'm back! Was I dearly missed?? I was dearly busy! With things! And an aching belly! Rule 1 of being alive... Eating cheese comes with severe consequences. And consequences I did face. This was very interesting to write and get finished with. Eat up Silver enjoyers. Happy 13 Lovely Hauntings.

SUMMARY:

Your friend Silver had become a little more than your friend. You came over to his house to study for exams while his dad makes dinner.

Silver always had that issue with falling asleep. No matter the circumstance, he would suddenly be dozing off. During a study date. During a movie. What really made you frustrated was the first and only time you had attempted to have sex. Silver had fallen asleep right before he was due to slip inside of you. It was frustrating, but thankfully you had talked it over with him. He gave you the consent to wake him up in any way you saw fit, he trusted you!

But he should’ve been more specific with what was off limits.

“Oh my god.” He whimpered softly, his thighs trembling as he leaned against you with his eyes scrunched shut, his face burning a bright shade of red. Beneath the kotatsu table, your hand pumped slowly. Up, and down. Up, and down. Rubbing along his throbbing cock as your eyes fluttered back and forth from your homework to the kitchen where Silver’s father was preparing dinner. Only a few feet away from the kotatsu table in front of the TV. It played a horror movie neither of you were watching, but it helped muffle Silver’s voice as the heavy blanket masked the sound of wet pumping.

You smiled as Silver whined and turned to hide his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel him shudder as he exhaled a moan against your skin. “You can’t keep falling asleep. We have our report due tomorrow. We’re almost finished.” You mumbled quietly as your hand slowed to a stop. Your fingers rubbed gently over a thick vein as Silver slid his arms around you, pulling you close while clawing at your clothes.

“Silveeer?” You cooed, smirking as he began to rut impatiently into your fist. With a roll of your eyes, you continued at a much slower pace. “We got coffee too… You drank the entire glass, is it not helping?” You asked softly as Sliver silently shook his head. His tongue was gliding against your throat as he tried to muffle his moans against your skin. As you swiped your thumb over the slit of his cock he began to shake. “Oh please- I’m sorry.” He sobbed softly against you as he began to pull at your top with frustration. “Please, please, please… Oh my god please…”

Silver was begging weakly for you to pump faster, to resume the previous pace with the light rut of his hips. “Are you even listening to me anymore Silver?” You asked teasingly as he shook his head against you. No, he wasn’t. “Do you wanna cum? Your dad is right there…” You whispered against his reddened ear as he started to nibble at your throat. He actually wasn’t listening. “Cumming… Cumming… I’m gonna cum… I’m… Oh please faster I wanna cum.” A frantic hand slipped under the kotatsu to force themselves into your jeans. His voice was airy as he struggled to suppress his moans. But the hand retracted swiftly at the sound of Lilia growling in frustration and slamming the fridge shut.

The two of you seperated quickly and you grabbed your pencil to tap at the paper before you. Silver was trying to recover with slow, deep breaths as his father left the kitchen in a huff. Your hand remained firm around his shaft, now still with slight rubs from the rough pad of your thumb.

“Oh dear- Silver! I need to run to the store for more butter! I’ll be… Are you alright? You look red in the face my boy.” Lilia asked with worry as he pulled on his coat and grabbed his keys from a wooden bowl beside the door. Silver nodded sheepishly as he lifted a hand to pull at the collar of his sweatshirt. “Just hot… I need to get out from under the kotatsu…” He answered nervously, sounding short of breath. Lilia’s long black ponytail danced with each slight movement, revealing the hidden red highlights underneath. His eyes had slanted with suspicion and a hum escaped his lips. “Well, alright. I’ll be there and back! Don’t answer the door for anyone and you have my number!” Lila chirped before leaving the two of you alone in the house. Before the pumping could resume, Silver grabbed your wrist, his other hand rushed to yank your jeans down as the two of you landed in a heap beneath the kotatsu. His face was burning with embarrassment as you began to smile sheepishly.

Yeah, you both knew Lilia didn’t buy that. But it’s Silver’s fault for falling asleep.

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slight-gaming-addict · 2 months

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Can i resquest swim - chase atlantic with Silver plz? ❤️‍🔥

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pairing: silver x gn!reader

warnings: smut (not too graphic?), slight choking, i made silver a tad feral in this, im sorry im still new at smut and also tried my best to make the reader gn, not proofread

word count: 0.8k

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Silver had been staring at the back of your head ever since he watched you walk into the club. With the position he was in, he was able to easily follow your movements as you walked around the relatively large space.

He wasn't the one to get attached easily, so he found himself surprised at how mesmerized he was from a person he hasn't even met yet. He watched as your head fell back in a laugh at something the person you came in with, and he felt his body twitch at the want to go down there and talk to you.

There was a voice in the back of his mind warning him on how bad this would end, but at that moment he didn't care and he found himself standing in front of you at the bar you stood at. His mind was not in the right mindset for this, but as soon as your gazes met in the dimly lit club, he couldn't care less about any consequences.

It all ended as quickly as it started with you barely having enough time to shove a piece of paper into Silver's hand before he watched your friend, who was clearly drunk enough to barely be able to function properly, drag you out to the dance floor, seeing a small smile from you before he lost your face in the crowd.

He quickly made his way out of the club, not trusting himself to stay and not do something he would regret, but soon he came to regret not dragging you into the small and dirty club bathroom and have his way with you as soon as he saw you look at him.

Days passed and he stared at the crumpled paper in his hand with your number written in sloppy scribbles across it. His head had been a mess of debates ever since your meeting in the club that night, and as much as the better part of him was telling him to just throw the paper out, the devil decided to come out to play.

He sent a text of his address to the number, not giving any other context, as an attempt to still give you a way out. He stared at the sent message displayed out on his phone, gripping it so tight that it was on the brink of shattering.

Not even 10 minutes after he sent the text, there was a knock on his door, and his heart jumped. There was no way it was you. The entire way to the door he was denying that it was going to be you on the other side, repeating it like a mantra in his head until he opened the door.

There you stood on the other side of the door, breathing heavily, hair and clothes disheveled like you ran there. You opened your mouth to say something, but he wasted no time and dragged you inside. You let out a small squeak of surprise, which fueled the fire in him.

He held nothing back anymore, shoving you against the wall, hand placed around your throat for better leverage to your mouth which he claimed with a clash of teeth and tongue.

You were just as desperate as he was and the thought practically made him let out a growl, not being able to get enough of how you taste, how you smell, you.

It was like no time had passed before he had you laid down in his bed, legs up on his shoulders, and face beautifully contorted from pleasure as he pounded into you.

He couldn't get enough of the noises you made and he found himself doing everything he could in order for you to continue to make them. He harshly sucked on your neck, addicted to your taste, and didn't stop until you were crying from pleasure.

He was too far in to stop, he didn't think he could if he wanted to, he would drown in your ocean if he could. He desperately clung onto you, memorizing the picture of your fucked out face, mouth open and eyes barely open before he lost the picture of it completely.

He could feel your presence disappearing, but he didn't want to let go yet, he needed a little more time in the moment, but he couldn't hold onto it forever.

Silver blinked out of his daze, eyes slowly focusing back on the environment of the club, having to remember where he was.

There you stood, at the table he was at, staring at him with those eyes he couldn't get out of his mind. He already dove headfirst into the ocean of you, and all he's done was watch you from afar until this moment.

"Are you okay?" Just three words. Three words coming from your mouth was enough for him to conclude that, with you? He was completely screwed.

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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hey can I request silver from twisted wonderland w/ lingerir kink? I just think he'd look sooooo pretty in frills y'know

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❝ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⤻ twisted wonderland / kinktober 2022 / @dollsotome-library

❝ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ⤻ silver x draconia!reader ( f! )

❝ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⤻ nsfw! none of my writings are meant for anyone under the age of 18, and any minors interacting will be blocked on site.

❝ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ⤻ femdom, lingerie kink, over the clothes oral stimulation, sub!silver, praise kink, premature ejaculation, title kink ( goddess )

❝ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⤻ 1.5k / mini musing

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sometimes, you just like to take advantage of the privilege of bearing the surname Draconia.

you enjoyed seeing just how far someone would go to please you, even your own dorm mates. especially your own dorm mates.

“This is what you want, yes?” Silver’s amethyst eyes coruscate as he examines himself in the mirror. his brows drawn into the usual, concentrated furrow. “I wish I could understand why. You’re not concerned I’ll stretch these out?” with a jut of his chin, he gestures to himself in the mirror— referring to the obsidian lace garter belt and matching panty he was dressed, or attempted to dress, in. the lingerie belonged to you, but there was no denying it looked just as ravishing pulled taut against him. the panties themselves hardly fit, and his sex bulged against the lace. the head of his cock twitches, peeking over the waistband of the panties, and rubbing against his solid abdomen. you could imagine the friction alone when he shifted was enough to stimulate him, just a little.

shaking your head, both arms snake over his bare shoulders, dragging razor sharp nails to tease the flesh. you knew how sensitive he was to your touch, skin turning pink and warm under your fingertips, his cheeks sporting a rosé tint simultaneously, and you simper, pleased to have such an effect. “Not at all,” you purr in his ear, kissing the lobe with slow, taunting pecks, “you look too pretty like this to worry about the fabric. Don’t you think so?”

“Pretty?” Silver sounds even more perplexed, but his breath is caught in his throat when you score his shoulders, gingerly, with the points of your nails. a lilac gaze watches you carefully in the reflection.

you nod with a sultry chortle, tracing the shape of his chest with your fingertips. “Mhm, you look so pretty. All dressed up for me.”

“If it makes you happy, I’ll dress up for you all the time.”

that was why Silver was always your favorite— he was so damn eager to please, so willing to serve, and so easy on the eyes. Sebek had the same enthusiasm, but you always stole Silver away from Malleus whenever you could, and toyed with him just because you knew how much he needed your approval, how much he longed to please you in any way he could.

cooing, your hands trail lower, rubbing the ridges of his abs, and revel in the sound of his shaky exhale. “That’s what makes you such a good boy, Silver. My good boy.” you could tell by the way he purses his lips that he wants to moan out loud, from the praise alone, so you smile at him through the reflection, countenance partially hidden behind his shoulder, and litter the muscled area with open-mouthed kisses; at the same time, your hand delves lower, enveloping his cluster through the lacy undergarment. his hands clench into tight fists at his sides when you palm him and his head drops back, eyes closing under the rush of desire that attacks him with your soft touch— and you can feel the organ hardening still in your hand. “You can thank me now,” you reminded him, a gentle jest. “for praising you.”

Silver’s eyes widened. he was so caught up in how good it felt that he’d forgotten his manners. “Forgive me!” he exclaims, breathless, biting on his lip. “Thank you, my goddess… thank you so much. I need you—your praise like I need air to breathe.”

“Do you?” you tease, amused, rubbing harder, and he nods, fervent. “How about rewards, hm? Do you need to be rewarded by your goddess in order to survive, as well?”

Silver blushed, and you swooned at the sight. “O—only if you believe me worthy enough.” he whispers, glancing over his shoulder at you. “If not, please tell me what I can do to make it so.”

staring into his eyes, not the mirror, was vastly different. they were large and deep violet, pupils blown out from your teasing, and heavy-lidded, fanned by thick lashes. your serpentine tongue flicks at your lips, tickling the smile found there, and you giggle, circling him. he doesn’t move a muscle, standing at attention like the dutiful knight. his resolve is cracked, however, when you drop to your knees before him, “G—goddess…” he stammers, eyes wide. “You shouldn’t… kneel before me like that… looks… wrong…” but he sounded sheepish, nibbling on his lower lip.

“So you don’t like it?” you inquire with a curious tilt of your head. you lean forward, breathing hot air over the skin of his belly and the plump, sensitive head of his cock. “Seeing me on my knees for you?”

“No, I mean, I do,” he stumbled over the words, as if his tongue was swelling and tying into knots, “it’s— it’s just that you— you’re— it’s— I should be the one on my knees for you—“

with one finger held in the air, you cut his sentence short. his lips clamp themselves closed, and he stares at you incredulous. “This is how I’m choosing to reward your exceptional behavior, Silver. Are you really going to turn your nose up at my generosity?”

Silver looked beyond flustered, but shakes his head, eliciting a soft, “Please… do what you want with me…”

you hum, pleased, and press your open lips against the lace. “Don’t I always?” you can feel the warmth of his sex pressed against the lingerie, bleeding through on your lips, and hear the whimper that escapes his tight-sealed lips.

“That’s… oh—“ he’d begun to speak, but your forked tongue slithered out to flick at his tender balls bulging out of the lace, before you took the protuberance in your mouth and suckled, purring in the back of your throat. his musk was just too delicious to keep yourself from devouring him how you wanted.

your lashes flutter, catching the sight of his trembling fists, and you lap at him through the panties, breathing out, “You can touch me, too. If you’d like.”

Silver nods, but you can tell he’s overwhelmed already, both hands hovering just above your twisted horns. the gentle scrape of the pad of his thumb against the delicate underside of both horns is enough to have you nuzzling into it— and you have to wonder if perhaps Lilia divulged that there were hundreds of sensitive, little nerves along the inside of yours and Malleus’ horns to his adoptive son, because Silver definitely seemed aware. “Thank you, my goddess,” he whispers, eyes closed, and you drag your lips in sloppy kisses over every inch of fabric, purposefully avoiding the exposed tip just to tease. however, Silver didn’t even seem to mind. maybe he thought he was meant to earn that, too. you moan in approval when his thumbs press harder, the other willowy digits wrapping around the outside scales, holding on to you. “It feels… so good… I think I’m going to—“

but you already knew before he whined for you; his hips were twitching, sex throbbing and fighting the waistband of the lingerie, stretching it. he was going to cum for you, just like this.

and he did.

with a strangled breath of your name, and then a slew of pleases and thank yous, he came completely unraveled, shivering and holding on to your horns for dear life. you watched with impish delight when alabaster oozed from his helpless, red cock head, staining the raven panties and dripping on to the floor between his feet. then, your eyes flickered up to catch sight of his crimson cheeks, and his eyes rolled back. his mouth was hanging open, hapless and his chest rose and fell hard.

you sigh, fond, and sit back on your calves, watching him sheepishly release your horns. “I— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to reach… the end so quickly.” he looks down at his feet, and the puddle of his release between them, “Or make a mess on your floor. I’ll clean it up right away—“

“No need.” you cut him off again, simpering deviously before you lean on to all floors, arching your back tight so he can watch the sultry curve of your figure as your tongue dragged along the floor, gathering the essence of Silver and drawing it into your mouth. every tastebud it coated sang in pure lust, and Silver moaned out loud. one look up at him from this position and he was hard again. you giggled. “Pretty and eager tonight, aren’t we?”

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niftykin · 4 months

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REAL MEN

Starring: Silver | Twisted Wonderland

Sypnosis: the reader begins to feel insufficient and unpretty because of some hurtful comments from others. Silver wants to cheer up her partner by showing how much he adores her, on a very romantic night.

Prompts: "Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you." "That noise…keep making it." "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." “I want you. I need you.” "Do you know how much I love you?" "You're all I think about."

A/N: This is my first smut ever so i hope its good, i really liked this prompt, i find out this was very long and i started crying, i tried to make this very very romantic i dont really know how to write smut but i tried my best.

Warning: Smut, MDNI, all characters portrayed are up to 18, AFAB reader, romantic, fluff and a lot of smut, p in v.

WRITING EVENTS

Silver had loved you since the very beggining, he loved everything about you from how the sun made your eyes shine and how your very gaze made him shiver. How your face fitted perfectly on his neck, how his hands were basically made to wordship and adore your body; It was a shame you didn't see yourself from his eyes.

You were insecure and he knew it, it would be a crime if he didn't know that being your boyfriend but he was desperately trying to make you see what he does, to let you see yourself from his eyes, how your nose moved when you saw something you didnt like, the way your gaze turned softer everytime you saw him, what did you do when you saw your favorite color; He loved everything about you, about your personality, your actions and you knew he loved you too aswell. He thought about making a dinner, which turned out pretty good since it was your favorite, the soft hum of a calm song made the air more romantic and comfortable, Silver took your hand on an almost unaperceptible touch. "Can i have this dance?" even if you didnt liked to dance his offer was too tempting.

His hand made his way to your hips tracing soft circles on the clothed skin, your head layed on the crock of his shoulder inhaling the subtle scent of his perfume as he guided your steps on his, even if that wasent an actual dance, even if that song wasent actually danceable none of you could actually care less; The moment was too beautiful to make you think on anything else than that moment, it was something Silver made you feel everytime you were with him. "Do you know how much I love you?" He muttered to you, and you smiled softly as you hummed a little "Yes" as a response, a playfull smile appeared into his lips "I dont think so" He spoke once again, answering to you.

"You are stunning" He whispered close to your ear and you felt your stomach twich, even if you knew that he meant it the voice at the back of your head made you remember what the others said to you, he sensed it and it was like a dagger going across his whole heart. "You look breath taking" He spoke again, softly kissing your neck, a smile appeared on your face as a shiver recovered your spine; Your head layed its way to the side, making him get more access to the soft skin and he smiled.

His hand caressed ur hip as he guided you to the room, if he was going to make love to you he was going to do it properly; His free hand opened the door, leaving you space to walk into the room, he was always a gentleman to you. You walked in and then turned to see him, he walked to you and his hands placed on your face while his lips melted into yours, it was so soft it almost hurt; He was always so scared of hurting you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked for your consent, he always made sure you were comfortable in every situation and he wouldnt forgive himself if he didnt, with a soft hum you answered "Yes", his gaze softened and he nodded subtly, his feather-like touch turned to ge at the back of your neck supporting it and his other hand placed on your waist and he turned to kiss you again. The movements he made were in sync with yours, not only your bodies intelinked but also your souls; Once you broke the kiss to breath you mumbled soft words to him "I want you. I need you, Silver" He looked at you with his eyes wide open, and then he smiled once again, nodding and he guided you towards the bed. You layed on the soft fabric that adorned his chambers, a soft smell of your favorite candle made its way to your nose, his bodey towered on top of yours as his lips made their way to yours again, he breathed heavily for once as he started to increase the movements of your lips that moved in syncrony, as if they were meant to be since the begginig.

You felt nerveous but he made the kiss delicate, and his mouth started to move placing soft hums and tender kisses through your skin, from your cheeks to your jawline, his hands made their way to your clothing as he looked at you, asking for consent once again and you nodded, with that he finally discarted your clothing piece for piece, leaving you naked on his bed. "Thank you" He said as he started to get rid of his clothes too, he wouldnt leave you alone in this, you were confident enough to show him your body and he was going to make ir reciprocate. "For letting yourself be shown to me like this" He continued. His lips kept the work they were doing and you felt reassured, his lips traced your body completely, exploring it and wordshipping it, he loved every singly part of it, every singly detail, every singly hair and scar. "Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you." He muttered as he looked at your sex, palpitating and he smiled, finally pampering kisses on your inner thighs before finally do it at your sex.

His hand caressed your cheek as his member shoved into your entrance, opening it easily for the wetness formed into it by the foreplay he had done before, the time he took on you made your legs relax as he was working into them, his eyes were full of pure adoration. "I wish you could see how pretty you look right now" He spoke as his movements were slow and sensual, making you feel like the most beautiful person that stepped on the earth, your eyes closed as his member made his way into your walls out of pure pleasure but he stopped right there "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." he said making your eyes open again, his soft smile reassuring you and keeping with his pace, a slow and sensual one, he knew how to move so your eyes traveled to the back of your head, your soft hums made him eager to make you release but he knew he got to wait untill it was the right time; His hips touched yours so eagerly it made you feel dizzy, the tension acumuled on your muscles was palpable and the sweat was discarted. You could only think of him right now "That noise…keep making it." He muttered with a little pant, your legs were thightening aroung his hips and his pace started to get more and more desperated.

"You're all I think about." Silver spoke and then after a groan softly made its way out of him he continued "Every day and night, every dream i get is about you" He was making you feel so good, emotionally and physically it was almost a crime to think he was pretending of that the other people were right about what they said to you, his praise increased the knot in your stomach as you reached your high. Silver guided you down it as your muscles relaxed, softly caressing your hand. "You okay?" He asked with a subtle smile as he opened a drawer, ready to clean you out placing a soft kiss on your mouth "Are you hungry?" He already forgot you two ate dinner already, God you got him totally head over heels.

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yansgalore · 2 years

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implication of sex, sub! silver, dom! gn reader, use of pet names (baby, daelin'), characters are over 18, established relationship

silver groans when he lift his ass from the bed, only to find they ache from the pounding you gave him last night.

his cheeks redden when he remembers the way he desperately calls for your name, your cock/strap sinking into his wet walls as you whisper the filthiest the things he's ever heard into his ears.

"baby?" silver flushes at the nickname, but hums to tell you he's awake. "you up?"

"mhmm."

"hi, daelin'." you press a soft kiss against his forehead. "sleep well?"

"hmm..." he tiredly raised a hand to circle your waist. "'s good."

"yeah? I'm glad. here, I'll help you get up." silver flushes a dark red at your suggestion, choosing to stay in place instead.

"I, um..." silver buries his head into his pillow. "I can't."

"can't - oh." you pause at the implication and gently brush your hand against his ass. "I must've gone too hard last night, huh? sorry, silver, i didn't mean to."

"it's okay." silver flushes red. "it felt.... great... "

silver watches from the corner of his eye as the lust from last night sparks back alive. "does it~? wanna go again?"

"no-! not now..." silver grows red.

"so, later...?" silver can only groan at your suggestion, which you softly laugh at.

"I'll just tell Lilia you "trained" too much last night." you suggest, giggling as you watch his ears burn bright red.

so cute.

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years

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Kinktober '22 Day 14- Terry Silver

Prompt: Uniform sex, Authority kink

Word Count: 745

Synopsis: Terry takes a special liking to a student in his adult class.

Consists of: Dom!Silver, Fem Sub!Reader, No actual sex, but suggestive, Mentions of karate, Sensei kink, Mentions of Terry's gi, Authority kink, Mentions of Terry punching a student, Terry using his power to his advantage

The moment he walks in, the air in the room changes. It thickens like honey; his presence filling it entirely. The moment his eyes fall on me, my legs feel like jelly. I have no idea how I'm still standing up right.

It was a night class scheduled after the normal ones for kids. Looking at the time on the clock, I wonder how long their lessons are. The sun went down hours ago, yet kids were still trickling out as we were coming in.

I had heard things about Terry Silver, not all of it great. But enough to make me curious, and so I decided to take a lesson. The man who wants to take over the Valley with karate. The man that wins by using questionable methods. It's interesting to see him in the flesh after all the talk. In front of me is just a man, not some big villain.

"Hello, students," Silver gives us a suave smile and adjusts his gi. The class is small: just me and two other men, but he talks as if there's a full room of eyes on him. He steps on the mat and begins circling around each of the men, sizing them up, before coming to me. I straighten my posture as I feel his eyes burning into me, avoiding his look as he stares as me from every angle.

"Hello, students..." he says again, as if he's expecting a specific answer. He waits before scuffing at us, "Do any of you know anything about karate? Didn't even do any research?" he moves back to the front of the room, "You're supposed to say "Hello, Sensei", he informs us.

"Hello, Sensei," we repeat.

He nods, seeming only half satisfied, before he begins speaking again, "This class isn't for the weak. If you're not prepared to put you're blood, sweat, and tears into this, I suggest you leave now. Karate is not a hobby. It is not a sport. It's survival. If you won't dedicate your whole life to this, then there's no point in being here. So get out!" One of the men in the room slowly leaves out, in hopes of making a subtle exit, "Any other cowards?" his eyes flicker to me and stay there. I stare back at him, my face stiffening, "Let's begin then."

In just one session, we don't learn much. He teaches us one thing and force us to do it again and again until we've perfected it, yelling whenever we made a mistake. I've been doing the same punch for an hour now. He was meticulous in a way that was both respectable and frustrating. At times when the other student in the room does something wrong, he'll get a threatening stare from Sensei or a sudden hit he's expected to dodge; he doesn't lay a finger on me.

When he finally tells us the lesson is over, I feel like I've massively wasted my time. My heart rate has been raised but ultimately, I feel unfulfilled. The other man wastes no time packing his things and rushing out the door into the night; his quickness most likely a result of the bullying he faced this evening. I begin to put my things in my bag but I'm stopped when Sensei calls out to me, "You're not done yet."

"What?" I question. Looking up at him from where I squat by my bag.

"You need extra lessons. You're technique requires...extra care," he gives me a smirk and moves closer to me. I stand up to meet his eyes. He stares at me for a moment before reaching his hand out to me and moving my hair off of my shoulder. He leans in, putting his mouth against my ear before whispering, "I have a few more things to teach you."

I finally get the hint, "What do you want to teach me...Sensei?"

I feel his breath against me, his hands fall to my hips, "I think you need a lesson on flexibility," he flips both of us onto the mat. He hovers over me, caging me in his arms, "You'll let Sensei teach you right?" I nod and he tsks, "I need you to say it, Sweetie."

My tummy flutters at the pet name, "Please teach me, Sensei," I put on my best wide-eyed, innocent look.

"Good girl," Terry smiles at me wickedly before beginning to undo his gi.

This night just got a lot longer.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• A/N: I'm not sure if a gi qualifies as a uniform but I'm just gonna go with it

Prompts from: @buckyownsmylife

My Kinktober 2022 Masterlist 🎃

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dddomenstarstwst1 · 1 year

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Aaaaaa if you still take requests can u perhaps do sub!silver and doing IT on the forest (no gender for reader if ya want I really don't care 😭) jsjskdnsnk this is my first time requesting so sorry if it's not specific enough sob

My exhibitionism kink is screaming loudly rn, and Silver??? I love this sleepy boy. Thank you for requesting!!

Out On The Open (ft.silver)

Warnings: sub!Silver, dom!gn!reader, exhibitionism, blowjob, teasing, Malleus knows

a/n: a character is aged up and depicted as 18+ y/o

"W-wait! What if someone sees us here?" Silver grabs your hands, eyes wide open. You chuckle, shaking your head.

"Isn't it part of the fun? Just imagine the faces of your dorm mates if they see us! Oh! Imagine the look on Malleus' face? Or your father's?" Silver bites his bottom lip, avoiding eye contact. As much as he feared being caught, the same thought did turn him on.

Slowly, with a visible hesitation, Silver lets go of your hands, allowing you to undo his pants. Another chuckle leaves your lips, the situation amused you. It was interesting to watch Silver crumble under your touch, struggling to keep at least some of his composure.

Pants and underwear fell to his ankles, breathing hitching as fresh air hit exposed skin. A sadistic smile settles on your face, right hand flying up to palm his hardening dick.

"Weren't you worried if someone catches us? You're getting pretty excited down here. I'm glad that at least some part of you is honest with me."

"It's not what it looks like..." Silver backs away from your touch, but his body meets a tree behind him. You can't help but let out a startled laugh. Is he really going to use that excuse?

"It's not? Then what's got you so turned on, huh?" He leaves you hanging, eyes refusing to meet yours. You don't press on the matter, instead kneel down and place a teasing kiss on the inside of his right thigh. You don't mind how intensely he's watching your actions, focusing on his erection.

Leaving a trail of feather-light kisses along his shaft, you wrap your lips around the tip. Silver gasps, his hands grip the sides of your head. You'd laugh at his pathetic attempts of controlling himself, if your mouth wasn't full of his dick.

"...We needn't worry about Silver, Young Master! I am certain he's just sleeping somewhere! We shall return to the Diasomnia dorm until Lilia goes looking for us!" Silver bites back a whine that threatens to escape, when he hears Sebek's loud voice right behind him.

"Perhaps, you are right. He was raised by Lilia, after all, I do believe, Silver is fully capable of handling himself. Let us return." You don't have a good view of Malleus' face from where you're located, but you know that if he steps closer, he'll be able to see you. Or hear you, for that matter.

You watch Silver's expressions, taking more of his length in your mouth. Concern, fear, terror - all sorts of emotions flash on his face, lips pressed in a thin line. However, that doesn't stop small, barely audible grunts from forming in his gullet.

"Did you hear that, Young Master? Someone is here with us!" Silver glares daggers at you, muscles in his thighs tense up. You catch a sound of a small laugh and a glimpse of emerald eyes looking in your direction.

"I did not hear a thing, Sebek. Come now, let us not miss dinner." Footsteps fade away, and a shaky sigh leaves Silver's mouth. His right hand grips your messy hair, tugging you closer to take even more of him.

You'll have to thank Malleus later, but for now your mouth is busy. What a shame indeed.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #sub!character #dom!reader #dom!gn!reader #sub!twst #sub!twisted wonderland #silver #silver x reader #silver smut #sub!silver

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letstalktea · 2 years

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🔞Silver would lie back and drift between sleeping and barely being conscious as you rode him and emptied out his balls.🔞

#h2ho #nsft post #twst smut #silver smut #tw somnophilia

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assriels · 5 days

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lessons in touch

pairing: azriel x f!reader

summary: azriel’s curiosity and penchant for spying reveals exactly why you’ve been more…enthusiastic in bed lately

word count: 5.8k :0

warnings: smut (not super detailed)!! 18+ mdni pls, az being nosy

a/n: this is one of my faves so far :’) i have this persistent silly headcanon that az is the biggest busybody of them all and that’s why he’s so good at his job

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Sex between you and Azriel was far from boring. It was a well known secret that Azriel had a predilection towards kink and experimentation, so your adventures with him between the sheets never left either of you dissatisfied. Far from it, actually.

Being with him was always pleasurable, wonderful, and unrivaled by any you’d had before him. During girls night, you had always attested to his prowess, said that his skills of observation extended past the battlefield and very much into the bedroom. And his wingspan…you would neither confirm nor deny whether the theory around Illyrian males and their wingspan was true, much to their chagrin, but the mischievous smirk that curled your lips was all they needed to confirm their suspicions.

Azriel was a skilled lover; he knew your ins and outs, understood almost innately how to coax pleasure from you with a simple, well placed brush of his fingers. More often than not, Azriel had you in a puddle on the floor before he could even take his pants off. Which, ordinarily, was a more than welcome skill — you loved how well he knew you, adored how he loved you so much that his brain was like a file cabinet of information about things you liked.

But you’d grown frustrated lately, more and more desiring to reduce Azriel to the same pleasure filled putty that he so often did with you. His composure was infuriatingly ironclad; you knew he felt the same primal, overwhelming desire that you did — such was the nature of the mating bond — but he was much better at masking it.

In short, you wanted to know what made him tick, what made him beg and whimper and plead with you to touch him. You’d been mated for a year now, and while his desire for you never waned, you had yet to find the one thing that made him sink to his knees and beg the way he so easily coaxed you to do for him.

It was no secret that your mate had a bold competitive streak. But your own stubbornness rivaled his own, leading to long, long card game nights and sparring matches — much to everyone else’s entertainment.

Though you knew you had no reason to feel such competitiveness when matters of the bedroom were concerned, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance that Azriel had so easily figured out how to make you squirm in a multitude of ways — with all your cards on the table — while you were still somewhat in the dark about his most favored bedroom inclinations. Azriel kept the secrets of his hand close to his chest.

So you vowed to yourself that you’d figure it out, test his composure to see how exactly to make that beautiful, calm countenance crack. It was like a game, but one you were more than willing to play and even more determined to win.

Ever the observer however, Azriel caught on to the changes in your excitement beneath the sheets, amusement and adoration coursing through his veins as he reveled in your sudden vigor, never shying away from a challenge.

You had been more experimental in your bedroom endeavors as of late, asking him to bend you this way and that, introducing things that he never thought you’d be interested in — not that he was complaining in the slightest. Though your differences were strikingly obvious, Azriel would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about where your sudden interest in various sexual niches had sprung from.

Initially, it was all fun and games; if you wanted to explore then so be it — he’d match you stroke for stroke every time. But eventually, his nosiness had wedged its way deep into each crevice of his mind until he was all-consumed, curiosity devolving into a burgeoning anxiety.

Was something wrong?

Azriel was positive that if you were bored you would tell him. Had you heard something from one of the others that spurred you to want to explore more? Had you felt as though you had to introduce novelty every time to please him?

You had to have known that was far from the truth; no matter your state, Azriel had always made it clear to you that you were the most exquisite creature he’d ever had the privilege of knowing, let alone laying with. He didn’t think there was anything wrong…at least not for him. Maybe you felt like something was missing.

“Penny for your thoughts, brother?”

Rhys’s voice snapped him out of his anxious musings. Azriel hadn’t realized that he was pacing so furiously he could have worn a hole through the floor. Both Rhysand and Cassian had been watching with amusement glinting in their eyes. After all, it was a rare sight to see their ordinarily calm and stoic shadowsinger so worked up.

The same poker face Azriel had worn to win countless games of cards against his brothers masked his features now, but the twitch in his brow and the near missable ruffling of his wings were tells that Cassian and Rhysand were well acquainted with.

The shadowsinger had never perfected his stone faced indifference when he was thinking of you.

Cassian ventured a guess, “Have you upset Y/N?”

Cassian had meant to tease, but the way Azriel stayed silent had his eyebrow arching in question. Azriel ignored the curious glance from his brother as his mind ran in circles once more.

Had he upset you? Was your sudden experimentation in bed some roundabout way of telling him that he had done something to hurt you? No, no…that didn’t make sense, he was being illogical.

Or…Had he somehow missed picking up on something that you liked?

Your sudden interest in sexual exploration was far from a problem, but he got the niggling sense that you were up to something, playing a game that he wasn’t privy to. And he wanted in.

Azriel was private by nature, never revealing more of his relationship with you than absolutely necessary to his brothers, not wanting to overshare in fear that he’d fall victim to their incessant teasing. But this…maybe it would be useful to get their opinions about your sudden change in interests? Cassian and Rhys were both mated males afterall, and maybe there was something Azriel was missing. He would never admit it to anyone but himself, but he fell victim to his crippling neuroticism more times than he’d like to. Curiosity and anxiety were two sides of the same coin.

So he indulged and told his brothers of your sudden vigor in bed, enthusiasm to try something new every single time. You’d been insatiable as of late and he didn’t know why; nothing had changed that he knew of and it was concerning him, he couldn’t stand not knowing.

“So,” Rhys started tentatively, narrowing his eyes in confusion, not quite grasping the issue that Azriel was so hesitant to endorse. “Y/N is trying new things in bed.”

And elsewhere, Azriel thought with a ghost of a smile on his lips. He’d leave that part out, though; Rhys probably wouldn’t appreciate knowing the details about the going-ons in the dining room of the townhouse. And the gardens. And the hallways.

“And you’re complaining?” Cassian asked, incredulous, similarly at a loss for his brother’s concern.

“I’m not complaining, Cass,” Azriel groaned and slumped unceremoniously into a chair (much like an irritated school child who’d been caught doing something they weren’t supposed to), immediately regretting his poorly thought out decision to confide in his brothers. “I’m just confused. I don’t know what she wants.”

“Have you considered asking her?” Rhys inquired, infuriatingly teasing smile curving his lips.

Azriel deadpanned and clicked his tongue, not believing that Rhys would assume he was so inept at communicating with his lover, “Of course I’ve asked. She just says nothing’s changed. I believe her, but it’s still bothering me and I don’t know why.”

Both Cassian and Rhys resisted the urge to laugh, mentally conversing about how Azriel’s affections for you often reduced him to an adolescent-like lovesickness, begging and willing to please. Az had been this way since they were children; fiercely competitive and subsequently pouty if he didn’t have the upper hand, always wanting to know and learn everything he could.

This side of the shadowsinger was one that did not make an appearance often, reserving itself until he was around the few he trusted wholeheartedly.

The past couple of centuries saw even less of this endearingly childish and competitive Azriel – even around his closest friends – as Night Court duties and his identity as Spymaster overshadowed most opportunities to be vulnerable in his relationships.

But when you came around, light began to spark beneath the shadowy depths of Azriel’s countenance as you slowly coaxed him to trust and love as fiercely as everyone knew he was capable of, with the reckless abandon that his childhood self so easily embodied.

“Maybe check her nightstand,” Cassian teased with a wink, only half joking, as a quiet happiness bubbled within him at the small glimpses of Azriel’s vulnerability. “Some of Nesta’s best kept secrets are hidden there.”

Before Azriel could furrow his brow and chastise his brother for snooping through his mate’s belongings, a realization hit him.

Nesta.

You had been spending an awfully large amount of time with the eldest Archeron sister in the library lately, choosing to hole up there in lieu of your other hobbies when you weren’t training or engaging in your various other Night Court duties.

But Nesta would be a dead end. There was no way he could approach her without tipping you off to his secret sleuthing. Though he and Nesta were friends, her loyalties laid with you; there was an unexplainable female camaraderie between you – a chosen sisterhood, if you will – and if he asked if she knew anything about what was going on, she’d go running to you, mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

The conversation with his brothers was about as helpful as he initially thought it would be, and he let himself succumb to their jokes about how wrapped around your finger he was. Azriel had endured it graciously, knowing better than anyone that they were right, that he was indeed wrapped so tightly around your little finger that he was unsure of where he ended and you began. That he would gratefully stay in the palm of your hand for as long as you would allow.

But that night, after you had told him not to wait up for you because you’d be having drinks with Feyre and Mor, Cassian’s voice reverberated insistently in his mind.

Check her nightstand…best kept secrets…

Azriel resisted the urge to snoop for all of ten minutes before his inherent nosiness clouded his judgment and got the better of him; afterall, his love for secrets is what made him such an effective spymaster. Before he knew it, he was rolling onto your side of the bed, inquisitive hands pulling open your bedside drawer.

Hidden among the small stack of books he had given you was a thick novel with a cover he recognized, but gave no second thought.

It was a book you said Nesta had lent you. When he asked if you liked it you said it was “only okay” and that you’d let him know if he should read it when you were finished. Despite your lukewarm review, however, it had never left your side, and he had found you on more than one occasion cozied up with it in your hands, cheeks dusted with a heat he knew all too well.

Azriel was well aware of the content of the books Nesta favored, often lending a reluctant ear to a whiny Cassian whenever she paid more attention to her books than him.

But there was no way your sudden excitement for novelty in the bedroom could be inspired by Nesta’s smutty recommendations…right? He leafed through, assessing hazel eyes quickly skimming the paragraphs, catching glimpses of the prose that had you so enraptured.

Azriel felt the back of his neck heat.

It was smut, as he assumed. But this was truly…filth. Pure, unadulterated, filthy smut.

Azriel was a lover of all books, never having been one to categorize or judge them by popular opinion. And, to be completely fair, he had read a decent amount of books filled with sex and romance.

But…he was sure that the acts detailed in this one would make even the Court of Nightmares’s debauchery look saintly. Even Azriel, who had been correctly assumed to be the kinkiest of the Inner Circle, felt tame in comparison to the words flickering across the pages of your book. How did you read this with such impassivity on your face?

Azriel snapped the book shut with such force the pages blew a cool, gentle breeze onto his heating face. He tried – and failed – to not picture you in the position the main character in your book was described in, unintentionally sending a soft hum of his burgeoning arousal down your bond. He was beginning to understand your desire to replicate the more salacious scenes detailed in your novels.

Having fun without me, Az? Came your teasing inquiry in his mind, as he meticulously replaced all of your belongings into your nightstand.

Don’t be nosy, he quipped back, extremely aware of the irony of his statement. And then after a beat he added, answering your question with a sincerity that never failed to grip your heart, Never without you, love.

You left him waiting for a response a little bit longer than you normally would as you attempted to control the thundering beat of your heart in your chest. You were convinced that no amount of time could ever diminish the effects that Azriel’s blatant display of love had on your composure. As much as he was wrapped around your little finger, you were just as tightly wrapped around his.

I take back what I said earlier, wait up for me.

Azriel smirked to himself, feeling a flare of triumph, It’s a date, then. Maybe I’ll find something interesting to read in the meantime.

If you caught on to his sly insinuation, you did not let on, just continued bantering with him for a few moments before returning your full attention to your friends, who were no doubt attempting to extract morsels of information from your obviously lascivious exchange with your lover.

But that night – even after Azriel had promptly fucked you into a blissful oblivion – had yielded no more information about your recent proclivity for finding a new kink, so Azriel did what he did best and spied.

He kept a watchful eye on the books you read, and tracked the times you asked him to try something new. He spent more time in the library than necessary under the guise that Rhys had put him up to some research.

Which was only half of a lie. He was in there to do reconnaissance, yes, just not for Rhys.

Azriel scanned the bookshelves for anything that seemed like it had been recently replaced, pages still clinging to the sweet scent of your skin. A title he recognized caught his eye and he slotted it out of place, flipping through the pages to confirm his suspicions.

This book was shorter than the others he’d seen you carry around, but certainly no less obscene. A smirk pulled at Azriel’s lips as he read a dog eared chapter that you had clearly marked for inspiration, recollections of your most recent tryst in his office flooding his awareness.

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You had sauntered into his small, private study at the House of Wind, short dress skimming the curves of your thighs as you bent to greet him with a kiss to his cheek. He’d been distracted at the time — surveying maps and cross referencing with ancient textbooks — and barely tore his attention away from his work long enough to squeeze your hand in greeting.

But you didn’t seem to mind, opting to make yourself comfortable and purveying the books neatly organized on his shelves. When you’d found a book you thought would be interesting enough — though probably not quite as interesting as the one you’d just finished, per Nesta’s recommendation — you settled into the armchair across Azriel’s desk, shoulders against one armrest as your legs draped over the other.

Azriel looked up at you then, soft smile curving his lips. He loved when you kept him company while he worked; somehow, whenever you were around, work never seemed nearly as daunting or overwhelming.

You met his gaze with your own grin, silently communicating your support of him in the way that only mates could, tugging gently on the bond before winking at him and resettling your attention back to the book in your lap.

The both of you worked in that wonderfully comfortable silence for a while before Azriel caught you fidgeting out of the corner of his eye. The sun had begun its routine descent below the horizon, cool breeze stirring the sheer curtains framing his windows. Though summer had plagued the days with heat and humidity, the nights were still cool as the last dregs of spring eked away.

He looked up, intending on asking if you needed anything — a blanket, maybe — but the words died swiftly in his throat when he eyed a flash of bare skin as you swung your legs to stand, showcasing just enough for him to clue in to the fact that you were indeed not wearing underwear. Or anything else under your dress, if the peak of your nipples beneath the silk was anything to go by.

Selfishly, for a brief moment, Azriel decided that maybe keeping the windows open wouldn’t be so bad.

He pried his eyes away from your form making its way back to his bookcase, and instead attempted to tamp down the raging lust stirring in his belly so he could focus. But the mental picture of what he knew lay beneath the barely there fabric of your dress coupled with your scent made the lines on the map he was studying blur into nonsense.

Though intelligent and compassionate at heart, Azriel often found himself a slave to his baser male instincts when it came to you. There was little – if anything – you could do to quell the raging need to touch you, kiss you, be near you at all hours of the day; his desire for you was a constant hum belying his daily routine. He had not one iota of self control when you were involved, much to his simultaneous thrill and chagrin.

Inwardly, he cursed himself as he stole another glance at you as you stretched onto your toes to reach a book on the top shelf.

Beauty incarnate, truly, he thought. Azriel’s eyes tracked each slope and valley of the lines of your body, taking his time to commit each curve to memory, the way he should have been doing with the maps sitting now uselessly on his desk.

You looked at him over your shoulder, small pout on your lips, “Az, can you help me? I can’t reach.”

Azriel’s heart leapt. It’s like you were doing it on purpose, and in hindsight you definitely were. But despite the gnawing adoration encouraging him to fall to his knees and worship at your feet, he stood with the cool grace of someone unperturbed by their mate’s subtle seduction.

Azriel obliged you, coming up behind you, one hand curling around your hip to steady himself as the other reached easily to the top shelf to grab the book your fingertips skimmed. As he leaned forward, you could feel the hard planes of his chest against your back and you wanted to abandon all your plans to slowly seduce Azriel into a puddle on the floor, but you remained steadfast in your decision. Nesta had pushed a book into your hands and said she tried this once with Cassian and that the resulting hours were pure heaven, and you wanted to test the theory, curiosity rivaling that of your mate’s.

You barely registered Azriel putting the book in your hands, too lost in the warmth of his familiar touch. But you composed yourself quickly, leaning back into him to kiss him in thanks, not so subtly pushing your ass back into his hips. A feeling of revelry settled in your chest when you felt him already half hard beneath his pants, his fingers curling tighter around your hip.

Oh so reluctantly, you pulled away, perfect picture of obliviousness as you plopped back down on the armchair you were occupying previously.

Azriel thought he would collapse in on himself when you went to sit back down. You had him so tightly ensnared it was like he was still in the midst of the initial mating frenzy. He briefly wondered if the mind-boggling need for you would ever go away, though part of him knew hoped it never would.

He took a moment to compose himself — if that was even possible when one’s mate was clearly playing a dangerous game of seduction — bracing himself with one arm steady against the bookshelf.

Despite how much Azriel so greatly wanted to shirk his responsibilities to bend you over his desk, he wouldn’t. Not yet anyway. The work day wasn’t quite over, and the plans he was making for you would surely last too long to finish his research afterwards. So he steeled himself and took a deep, steadying breath, willing his blood to fill his head again so he could think with some semblance of clarity.

Though at baseline, he always found it difficult to think rationally when you were around.

While Azriel was trying — and failing — to regain his composure, you were feigning extreme interest in the book you had selected at random: The History and Systems of Fae War Treaties.

If Azriel had been paying any attention to what you were reaching for, he’d have caught on to your ploy, but luckily for you the mere sight of you was enough to render him at least somewhat incapacitated.

You took a peek at him over the back of the chair, triumphant satisfaction crooking your lips into a mischievous smile. Maybe this would be the day he finally cracks, you think to yourself.

But as the sun dipped lower beneath the skyline of Velaris below, and as Azriel stubbornly worked away at his desk, you felt the tiredness of the day settle into your bones, pull you deeper into the plush leather of Azriel’s loveseat. Cassian had run you ragged with training this morning, and Rhys and Amren had your mind working tirelessly as the three of you attempted to draft a peace treaty in a meager four hours.

But you wouldn’t sleep, not yet, not until you had reduced Azriel to a beautiful, orgasmic mess in his chair. Not until the hazel of his eyes were blown dark with desire and pleading as you straddled his hips.

The next hour was a fight to stay awake as the words on the pages in your lap began to blur into obscurity, mind muddling with theories and questions — though the book was an off handed choice, you couldn’t deny that the information was coincidentally incredibly pertinent to the discussion you were having with Rhys and Amren earlier in the day.

The telltale sigh of a day’s work completed pulled your attention away from your book, gaze settling on your mate. His hair was mused in a way that told you he had spent the last however long skating his fingers through it, but as always it fell perfectly across his forehead in defiance of the tiredness creeping up his neck.

Azriel’s eyes met yours and apparently your coy seduction earlier still held his body in a vice, evident in the way he stood and stalked to you. There was a cool, domineering edge to his movements and you knew your plan had worked to a degree, but the determination you had to break him down had leeched out of you the same way the night had stolen the day’s heat.

You hummed in satisfaction as he leaned down to kiss you, the pressure gentle and so, so sweet. A stark contrast to the dark and tempting storm of desire Azriel flooded your senses with down the bond.

Never once breaking the contact of your kiss, he’d wedged a knee between your legs as one hand braced against the arm of the loveseat while the other danced at the hem of your dress, endearingly asking for permission.

Your mouth curved against his and you guided his hand up to your hip, gasping delightedly when his hand tracked further up your waist, bringing the hem of your dress up with it as he slotted your hips more comfortably against his leg.

His lips traced a scalding trail of open mouthed kisses against your jaw, your neck, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest that had your hips rolling against him.

“So bold for me,” he said, his hand skating across your unclothed skin while he urged your hips to grind a little harder against his thigh. You gasped, the pressure so wonderfully perfect against your cunt.

Though your initial intention was to get Azriel all hot and bothered, you couldn’t deny that the game you had set yourself up in had the same effect on you; the lingering, almost lazy path his eyes swept over your body every time you shifted across from him left heat singing between your legs, untamed longing for you dancing down the golden thread between you.

“Az…” you rasped, arching your hips up to meet his still clothed body, the top of your dress pushed languidly down to your waist as Azriel played slow music on the skin of your breasts. The loveseat was a cramped fit at best, but Azriel’s surprising flexibility and dexterity made it work despite the general largeness of his wings and frame. He’d made even the smallest corners of the House work for your sexual escapades.

The memories of all the scandalous little happenings you two have been partaking in the past few months flitted across your mind’s eye like an erotic slideshow, and you groaned. Legs tightening around his in desperate search for more friction, more contact, more of him. His name on your lips again was a wanton plea, a sound so wonderfully obscene Azriel almost came in his pants.

“Hmm?” He hummed, closing his lips around your nipple, teeth gently tugging before his tongue was quick to soothe the ache. The way your hips were grinding so shamelessly against him had his head spinning with a swirling mix of lust and love, and he clung to the last shreds of self discipline he had. It was all he could do to not tear both of your clothes off and sink himself deep into your brilliant warmth.

Azriel had always been patient, mastery over his desire was a skill he’d honed meticulously over the past few centuries — though you had a way of quickly unraveling his self control with one flutter of your eyelashes. But he wanted to make this last for you, wanted to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible. So he pressed his thigh more firmly between your legs, his own hips slotting against the side of your body.

You gasped at the feel of him, of how hard he was against your hip, and you tried to reach him, tried to get him to release some of the tension you knew coiled in his belly. He groaned deep and breathless when you pressed insistently against him, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he continued his ministrations on your body.

Azriel’s hands were everywhere, trailing paths around your breasts, up your neck, into your hair, and between your legs the way he no doubt was doing with the maps on his desk earlier.

It was infuriating how close you were already, how swiftly the tables had turned (though you half blamed the sudden onset of your fatigue the day had cursed you with), how with one well placed touch you were on the brink of collapse at Azriel’s mercy yet again.

He was urging your hips faster now, his fingers and lips making quick work of all the places he knew would have you keening. And before you could even register that he was still fully clothed, hard cock still straining against the confines of his pants, you were falling, breathless and dizzy with release.

The night had been far from over. You came twice more in that godsdamned loveseat – once with his fingers buried inside you and another time with his head between your legs – before he whisked you away to your bedroom where you finally, finally felt the delicious stretch of him inside you.

By the time the sun was making its appearance over the horizon once more, you had lost count of how many times Azriel had you begging.

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Though your spicy little rendezvous in his office – and encore in the bedroom – wasn’t quite an exact replica of what played out in the book you had apparently just read, Azriel had thought your coy seduction had its intended effect. He’d been so fucking desperate for you that he couldn’t wait until you were out of his study to have you coming for him.

But, as he skimmed the pages of the chapter you marked, he couldn’t help but think that maybe he wouldn’t mind being fully at the mercy of your whims, wouldn’t mind submitting to the pleasure that you so easily coaxed from him. He was already always so eager to please you, so willing to crawl to the ends of the earth for you if you had so much as suggested you wanted him to.

“Azriel?” Nesta’s voice dripped with wicked amusement, effectively pulling him from his erotic reverie. “I never thought I’d see you in this section of the library.”

Fuck.

He hadn’t anticipated that he’d run into Nesta, a severely idiotic oversight on his part considering the House’s library was something akin to her own personal sanctuary. Azriel turned slowly on his heels to face her, mind working in overdrive to come up with a viable excuse for him being there.

“Nesta,” was all he came up with. Pathetic.

Her smirk turned deadly when she realized he was floundering. Arms crossed over her chest, chin tilted ever so slightly upwards, she looked the very portrait of smug amusement; he would expect nothing less of his friend who moonlighted as Lady Death.

Nesta’s eyes dropped to the book he forgot he was holding, and her eyebrows shot up in understanding, “Ah, I just recommended that one to Y/N. She gave it a hefty five stars. Said it was…intriguing.”

Nesta’s sly comments were enough to confirm Azriel’s suspicions that you were taking bedroom inspiration from the arsenal of smutty books the House stocked. And, with the way Nesta was biting her tongue, he could tell that she knew exactly why he was there.

Cassian, that fucking mouthy bastard.

Before Azriel could open his mouth to tell her that it wasn’t what it looked like – even though they both knew it was exactly what it looked like – Nesta stalked past him, pulling books off the shelf with striking precision. With a stack of five books balanced on one hand, she took the one Azriel was holding and reshelved it.

“These are Y/N’s favorite,” she said, this time with a little bit more softness and understanding as she placed them gingerly in his arms. “I’m sure she’d love if you read them.”

Azriel scanned each cover, a fond smile working to tilt the corners of his lips. You did love these; he had been familiar with these covers long before you were even mated, always keeping a lovingly watchful eye on the things you enjoyed, filing the knowledge away in his mind for later.

“Thanks, Nesta,” he said sincerely, adoration for you filling his chest with warmth as he remembered the excitement lighting your eyes while you read these books, cute flush radiating off your cheeks.

Nesta only nodded, giving his shoulder an encouraging few pats as she stalked off to another aisle, no doubt scouring the shelves for a new read.

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Azriel told himself that he’d only read a few chapters — for research — but he hadn’t realized that he’d spent the better half of his day off lounging on the loveseat in his study.

Despite his previous reservations around the smutty books you’d so lovingly treasured, he found he was enjoying them — and not just for the well written, detailed sex scenes that you were pulling ideas from. He was two-thirds of the way through the second book, in the midst of the big climax, when you snuck up on him.

“It seems you’ve discovered my dirty little secret,” you said coyly, arms coming up behind him to snake around his shoulders.

Azriel jumped at your sudden appearance, inwardly cursing himself for teaching you how to sneak up on someone so effectively. He closed the book swiftly, feeling a flustered blush creep up his neck.

You pouted and rested your chin on his shoulder, “Aw, you were just getting to the best part! Don’t stop reading on my account.”

Azriel groaned but gave in, leaning back into your touch, “Don’t tease me.”

“I would never tease you, my love,” you said mockingly before kissing his cheek. “It is really the best part, though. The paint scene—“

Before you could regale the details of the main characters’ sexual escapades, Azriel took your chin in his fingers and slotted his lips over yours in a silent plea to stop your innocent tormenting. He reveled in the way you kissed him back without pause; he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the way you loved him as eagerly as he did you.

“Dirty little secret, huh?” He quipped, lips brushing yours as a bemused smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. You rolled your eyes as you made your way around the back of the chair, gesturing for him to uncross his legs so you could settle yourself on his lap.

Your weight was a welcome comfort as he continued prodding you, “Is this why you’ve been so…eager lately?”

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” you admitted, winding your arms around his neck as he scoffed in mock disbelief.

“Give me some credit love, I notice everything when it comes to you.” Came his quick response.

You pursed your lips, half in childish dissatisfaction that your little game was over, “I just wanted to know how to get you to beg for me. I needed ideas.”

Your nonchalance belied the wicked sensuality of your words and he chuckled, wrapping his wings around you both before mapping a scathing trail of kisses up your neck. The pillowy feel of his lips brushing your ear made you shudder, his teeth nibbling playfully at your earlobe as he hummed deep in his chest, “We have a lifetime together, there’s no rush. But since you want it so badly, shall I show you how well I can beg for you?”

Azriel’s offer sent an exhilarating shiver down your spine, and you so desperately wanted to give in, wanted to watch him come undone beneath you as he pleaded with you to touch him. But you shook your head despite yourself, competitive stubbornness the only barrier between you and what you wanted.

“I want to earn it, make you want me so bad you can’t help yourself.”

Your words were a breathy murmur that nearly had Azriel flipping you over right there on the too small lounge chair, but he resisted, prioritizing his assurances that you were the only thing he wanted every second of every day.

“That’s the thing, beloved,” he whispered in your ear, deep voice doused in honey reverberating in your bones as your desire flared so wildly it made you lightheaded. His hand, calloused palms rough against your skin, skated beneath the hem of your dress to grab hold of your hip and move you so you were straddling him.

This was the image you played over and over in your mind. The unbridled, unrestrained look of pleading in his eyes that blew his pupils wide, that had his hips shifting against yours in a display of just how much he wanted you.

“I always want you,” he continued. “I’d beg for you like I am dying of dehydration and you are my oasis. Just ask, and I’ll do exactly as you say.”

You were mesmerized, finger tracing the sharp contours of his jawline before ending at his chin, tilting his gaze up with the same practiced dominance you’d seen him slip into countless times before. You savored the way he shuddered at your touch, pretty lips parting as his chest heaved.

The corner of your mouth quirked, your breath a ghost over his lips, “Show me, then.”

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