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queenie-avenue · 5 months

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💌 ⤻ THE CEO, ADRIAN HOUDE

—> you're the sweet little intern, and he's the big bad wolf who wants to eat you up.

⤻ reader is written as a female, yandere male, age gap, power dynamic, toxic obsession, slightly suggestive, slight financial abuse, set in london, this is a drabble but full fics of him will be made in the future

🦋 ⤻ archives.

TOP TEN BACHELORS NEAR YOU!

1. Adrian Houde.

Tall, Handsome, Rich, Successful, Ambitious. Ask anyone with more than half a braincell and they will immediately tell you that all these traits are what Adrian Houde has! Born from the rich Houde Family known for their luxury fashion products, he had risen the ranks as CEO of his family's company a few years back.

And boy oh boy, has he made himself known. From various (fake) scandals of him dating various women, to his success in the market in revolutionising his family's industry in fast fashion but still remaining loyal to his grandmother's routes as a custom tailor who first gained traction in France.

Perhaps Mister Houde's only flaw is that he has been on this bachelor list for far too long! He's already in his mid-30s, can you believe this guy has been single for so long?

So, to the lady who catches his eye, good luck surviving all the jealous women who are going to come after you, sweetheart!

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Adrian Houde is a proud man. I mean, who wouldn't be, right? He was successful, and rich, and practically everyone — regardless of gender or age — wanted to be with him or be like him. He was the pinnacle of a great man, just like his father had said he would be.

So why was it that when you entered the office, looking like a lost little puppy dog, that you captured his interest immediately. Perhaps it was the coffee stains on your skirt and the way your eyes sparkled with desire for greatness. He had seen that spark many times before. In his own eyes, actually. From the moment he saw himself in the mirror as a teen who became aware of the legacy on his shoulders, he knew he was bound for greatness. And you, a simple woman, of all people, carried that same determination and ambition within those cute eyes of yours.

You couldn't blame him for being intrigued by you.

Especially when you looked at him with so much fear in your eyes he couldn't help but laugh.

"I am so sorry, sir- I had no idea anyone was in the meeting room this early." You apologised frantically, holding a bunch of papers and a small, slightly shabby notebook.

"No, no." Adrian voice was smooth and sweet, a mixture of his French accent and his London boy accent he had gotten from the years of being raised in London. "Don't apologise. I was a bit too early to the meeting room, it seems." He said, taking his hands out of the pockets of his suits, raising out his hand towards you.

"Adrian Houde." He introduced out of courtesy.

Hurriedly, you rushed to take his hand, firmly shaking it like you had been taught.

You touch sent shivers down his spine. Was it because your hands were cold or was it something else about you?

Either way, he liked it.

"[y/n] [l/n], sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." You smiled at him, that glow from your eyes never fading.

"[y/n] [l/n]," he repeated, allowing the syllables to roll down his tongue like something falling down the stairs, bouncing. "A pretty name, for a pretty girl." He chuckled cooly as he pulled his hand away.

"I've never seen you before, Miss [y/n]. Are you new?" He inquired.

"Ah, I'm an intern. I just- uh, got posted here recently." You smiled. "I'm a fashion design major."

He couldn't help but be a bit disappointed by that. You were a fashion design major, which meant that you and him would probably not see each other often unless he kept paying visits to the fashion department.

"Wonderful. It's nice to see such wonderful young minds in my company." The older man said as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit with a relaxed grin. "I just know you'll do great in this company."

That blush on your cheeks after he complimented you drove him crazy.

That was how your first meeting concluded.

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You were so intriguing that Adrian just couldn't keep his mind off you. The moment he returned to his office, he called up his secretary and immediately requested for your file.

When he got it, he couldn't help but obsess over it. Your portfolio was so perfect. From all your university extracurriculars to all your little quirks that the intreviewers had noted down, they were all there for him to overanalyse and understand. Your designs, he had to say, surpassed his grandmother's when she first started out the business.

His fingers traced past all the small details of the sketches of the dresses and suits you made and he wondered what you would look like as a model. Sure, you were the artist, but what if you were a muse?

He couldn't help but imagine you draped in fabrics, nothing else underneath.

He shook his head out of it.

Where was all this coming from? He was a gentleman, his grandmother had taught him to be one.

Brushing those thoughts aside, he went back to admiring your work with a smile.

Indeed, you were an asset he couldn't lose.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Afterwards, he invested a lot of time into you. He would always drop by to the studio to talk to the head fashion designers then he would come find you, especially during your break where no one else would see you.

He disliked seeing you with others, terrified that someone else might steal his skilled intern away. No, he couldn't let any business rivals take you away from him.

Or at least, that was his justification.

Adrian would always watch you sketch your dresses behind you till you noticed and promptly let out a yelp. He enjoyed that fear in your eyes but what he enjoyed even more was the constant ambition sparkling in your pupils.

Right, you were his intern and his future designer. It was normal for him to be so invested in your growth.

After all, he was a gentleman. His grandmother had emphasised him to be in all his teachings, so this wasn't wrong. He wasn't preying on the cute intern because he wanted her. No, no, he was being a good boss by observing your actions and your growth.

Another defense as to why he began to nick your drawing pens away.

He would always replace them by gifting you more expensive pen though, a gift for you "allowing" him to have a close-up of the materials you use.

Plus, his future designer deserved the best.

You were his, after all.

"You lost another pen? No worries, I can gift you this one. Hm? Don't worry about it. Think of this as... an investment on your career."

#yandere male #yandere male x reader #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere drabble #yandere fanfiction #female reader #yandere ceo #ceo

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primrosebow · 2 months

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An open letter to bigfatbimbo.🪽

Reasons why you should write for Adam.

1 -> He is a misogynist (not for long)

Look at his face. He is so weird. I swear. He has been favoritized for far too long, leaving him with the most mind-numbing god complex. Don't you want to stab him to death like niffty? Don't you want to put him where he deserves to be (either underground or under me)? I do. You should too! Because his way of thinking meets it's end where my heels begin.

2 -> He is stupid

He has the emotional maturity of a boiled lobster. He fits into heaven like an orca in the amazon river. He is so unbelievably incompetent it is actually kind of mind boggling. Don't you want to crush him like he's a little bug (either with your fists or your thighs)? Didn't he literally say one of the "biggest issues evet" was math or something? He probably couldn't tell you where Africa is in the world map even if you paid him. Even the fruit of knowledge couldn't give him enough braincells to function as a proper member of society.

3 -> he deserves humiliation

He deserves to have his entire worldview rocked and destroyed, something we can surely provide. His shallow thinking should be promptly obliterated. He has only ever gotten away from beautiful tall strong women because he always had the option of just asking for a different woman. They didn't have the mental fortitude to put him in his place. We are the bearers of the curse (liking repulsive men), and, since there is no "mental fortitude" to begin with, there is nothing for him to break down. We (as a collective) should end him.

4 -> I know what he is

His entire persona is a gigantic act to make up for the fact he cannot appropriatelly cope with losing in general, much less losing the, like, 2 wives he ever had (to THE SAME GUY!! MIND YOU!!!) and if he had more people they were one night stands. Not because he left them, but because people know he is worthless scum and he is good for nothing other than his "original dick" ( eugh. I usually refrain from cursing >:// ). It is the reason for his pride and also the only thing that makes him even remotely worth the hastle of talking to. He is the equivalent of a carnival prize to the people in heaven, scoring him is more of a show of your own endurance rather than how coveted he is. He has been objectified through his own hubris. He should be made aware of that. He should fear the knowledge we posses. It should be used against him.

5 -> he sounds.. like.. . He sounds good.

I watched the series while skipping most of the songs but I genuinelly could not do it when he was singing. No wonder he's in a band or something, I didn't actually pay attention to what he was saying I was paying more attention to the sound of his voice so I don't remember clearly what's up with that. Like he sounds REALLY good. If only he knew how to just use his voice without saying the most repulsive atrocities to be ever uttered by anyone ever. Oh yeah! We can make him incoherent enough for that to happen.

6 -> Lute deserves better

Lute deserves, like, a woman. Not him. She's too gorgeous for him, and, the difference between us and her is that while SHE is dealing with HIM, in our case, HE has to deal with US. Really, we're just saving a beautiful, amazing, stunning, showstopping woman a lot of trouble, and getting an ENTIRE PATHETIC MAN AS A TRADE! WIN WIN! Literally no downsides, I swear.

7 -> he is girl dinner

Don't you just love looking into your fridge and seeing the worthless scraps that built up overtime but somehow taste better now than they usually would have, which is particularly shocking considering it has 0 nutritional value? That would be what girl dinner is, and also an appropriate analogy for what Adam is like! Just roughly ok looking enough for you to not downright call it a biohazard. You will go to bed satisfied after fighting tooth and nail for your dinner (getting him to behave properly) and, it'll be easier the next times maybe! Operant conditioning is a heavy hitter with this repulsive individual, so it might actually get easier! Who knows!

8 -> Pretty please? (´｡･д人)ﾞ

I really. Uh . I really want him if you couldn't tell? Maybe the cannibalism and the fear I want to instill into him got in the way of you seeing my point, but, like, that's just how I love. The highest honor I could bestow on him is wanting to eat him, so, maybe that'll assist in your judgement? I also just really like your writing and would love to hear your thoughts on his idiotic self. AND! AND! Other people also want you to write about him if I well remember the 1 ask you received about him!

I await your response when you are available @bigfatbimbo

If you need more convincing; I can, like, draw him? I'm going to draw him no matter what but like I can cook something up for you in particular who knows.

You did say you were already considering writing for him, so, maybe this can be a final push in that direction for you!

- sincerely, Bow

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam x reader #he is the worst #I want him reaaalll bad #if anyone also sees this letter and is convinced by my arguments #I absolutely insist that you @ me in whatever you chose to make #I would be honored

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jey-chan · 2 months

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Okay but... time travel eternal 14 Danny just scoling Superman, Flash and Batman.

Wonder Woman is spared because she is the only emotional braincel of the team.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #batman is beging forcefully taught about how to proses emotions #superman you are a nice guy but not the best #flash if you fuking kill another time line!

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pastelspoon31 · 3 months

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Chapter 6: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, gullible reader :(, a little bit of pseudo-incest, pretty much dead dove, again.. SUPER ICKY

A/N: Starting off with a little insight from König’s perspective before somno-ing our reader again ^_^

Chapter 5.5 | Chapter 6 | Masterlist

König sometimes wonder if you were genuinely that naive, or if it was a façade to get him to continue with his games.

But that was none of his concern, of course.

…Well, sort of.

He enjoyed the current dynamic between the two of you more than he'd like to admit.

Besides, it’s not like it’s his fault that you kept coming back to his place after each encounter, is it? There must be at least one braincell in that pretty little head of yours that was blaring warning signs, and yet here you always find yourself in his place somehow with your innocent, clueless, dumb smile on your face.

…Or were you just acting dumb?

Oh, that would be an entirely different case, wouldn’t it?

But, whatever. He had his fun, and he would continue to have his fun, and it was only a matter of time before he'd have his next encounter with your pretty little cunt, whether you liked it or not.

He could only hope that you'll make the right choice, and keep coming back.

You did enjoy spending time with your father figure afterall, don’t you?

Ah, his little hase.

What a good, stupid, clueless little girl.

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"Would you... date an older woman?" You laid in König's lap giggling in an almost ditzy manner as you asked.

Spending dinner at his place again, you both somehow ended up on his couch playing a game of truth or dare- but it was mostly truths since the both of you were comfortable enough with each other at this point.

"I have, liebling." He chuckled. "Why, are you jealous?" He teased.

"You have?" You let out a little gasp, purposely ignoring the following question. “How old? I mean you're pretty old yourself so..-"

"Hey!" He playfully smacked your forehead as you giggled.

"Well, if you must know, she was a beautiful woman in her mid forties."

"So you have a type?" You tilted your head.

"Not exactly." He chuckled. "She was just.. someone I relied on for a bit while I was in the process of getting over my late wife," His tone was a bit somber as he talked about it, his hand stroking your hair.

"I see... Sorry, I didn't mean to bring back any memories."

"It's alright, liebling. You're too young to be worried about the past. It's not a burden for me anymore, so don't let it be for you." He continued caressing your hair.

"How about you? Would you.. date older men?" He tried not to smirk at the idea.

"I would," You answered almost immediately, "I mean, if they were attractive, then I wouldn't mind."

"So what you're saying is, if an old geezer asked you out, you'd go for it?" He teased as he looked down at your scrunched up face.

"Geezer? Who taught you that word?!" You chuckled as the wine in your glass sloshed around.

"You're not the only one who can use the internet, hase." He grinned, and you laughed.

"You're right. But, if the man is a geezer, I wouldn't. Maybe a gentleman who's a bit older, but not a geezer."

"Ah, so a gentleman who's a bit older." He hummed, pretending to not know who you were talking about.

"Yeah. Like, someone who knows a lot about the world, and is experienced." You continued, oblivious to the growing smirk on König’s lips.

"Someone like an old war veteran?" He asked, his hand now trailing down your back, rubbing it gently.

So comfy…

"Yes! Like an old war vet- I mean, yes, someone like that. I wouldn't mind. I mean, not really." You babbled, giggling as a strange fluffy feeling starts to cloud your mind.

Someone capable, ready to settle down- Maybe even already financially stable!

You were not against working together with your partner to achieve financial freedom but it's just easier if it's not an issue to think of anymore right?

But of course, that was not your main criteria! You were not a gold digger!

As long as that someone is nice, takes care of you, loves you..

Someone who is reliable, strong, and can teach you the ropes on things you don't learn in school.

Someone like König, perhaps.

...

Someone like König?

"Not you though, you're like.. my father-figure so you don't have to feel weird about asking." You quickly countered after a brief period of awkward silence.

"Oh, is that so, hase?" He smiled, "You're a very honest girl when you're drunk. And what makes you think I would have any interest in you that way?" He chuckled.

...You definitely read him wrong.

Shit.

"I didn't say that! I mean- well, you're my dad. But like, not like a real dad, I mean.." You blushed and turned away, hiding your face in his thigh. "Ugh.. I hate it when you tease me like this.."

"Aww, but hase, it's cute." He chuckled.

"Only you think it's cute.."

"So if I asked you, you'd say no, hm?" He asked, his hand still stroking your hair.

"No to what? I mean- I'm sorry, I'm not making sense, am I?" You laughed.

"Do you want me to be blunt, liebling?"

"You always are.."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He took your glass and set it on the coffee table before pulling you to sit up on his lap. The fuzzy feeling in your skull making your head almost too heavy to hold up by yourself, making you lean onto his shoulder as you looked up at the older man with a dazed expression.

“Hm..?" You blushed as you looked at him. "What do you mean..?"

"Don't play coy with me, liebling." He held you closer. "I'm asking if you'd be okay with being more than a daughter."

Well, that was unexpected.

"I.. I mean, I guess." You frowned lightly. König sure is being a bit weird right now.

Afterall, what does he mean more than a daughter? Like a real daughter? What a silly suggestion! He’s obviously German so there’s no way-

"You guess? Don't tell me you have no feelings for me, hase?" He faked a sad look.

This feels.. strange. He has feelings for you? That can’t be right..

"Of course not! It's not that, König, it's just.." You blushed, "I'm just not sure if I'm.. Ready."

"For what?" He stroked your hair.

"Well, everything.." You sighed, and looked down. "You're like a father to me and you've been helping me a lot and.. and-"

"And? There's more, hase. What's on your mind?" He rubbed your back soothingly, and you felt yourself relaxing under his touch.

"I feel guilty."

"Guilty? What for?" He frowned.

"Because I.. I.." You felt yourself blushing harder.

"I've been feeling weird about you." You admitted, your voice quiet.

"Weird? In a good way, I hope."

"I mean, yeah.. You're a really good guy. You're like, perfect. Too perfect." You sighed and leaned into him closer.

"And... Sometimes.." Your drunken mind struggled with your rational side, wondering if you should reveal something that had been plaguing you for a while.

"Sometimes what, hase?" He hummed.

"I've dreamt.." You contemplated telling him.

He wouldn’t judge you, right? He promised that he never would so technically.. It should be safe to tell him, especially with all the other things you have trusted him with!

"About what, liebling?" He cooed, rubbing his hands down your arms.

"At night.. Well, every night.. I have been dreaming about you.." Your voice was soft and meek as you spoke.

"I see.." König couldn't help the grin that was growing on his face.

"But, it's not.. It's not like a normal dream. Like... More intimate," You hid your blushing face in his shoulder, the alcohol finally loosening you up.

Or rather whatever the hell that König had added to your drink, again.

"More intimate, hm? Like what, hase?" He couldn't stop grinning.

"Like.. Like the dreams where it feels really real and you're touching me and it's.. I wake up and the um.. white sticky fluids I told you about.." You trailed off in embarrassment.

"Ah.. So you've been holding back details the other day when I was checking you.."

"I'm sorry.." The embarrassment and guilt was unmistaken in your tone as you looked away, eyes barely open.

"Oh, hase, don't be. It's only natural." He kissed your forehead, his hands stroking the back of your head.

"I'm sorry.." You apologized again, still trying to look at him in the eyes.

God, your head felt so heavy.

"Don't be.." He continued to hush you, "It's normal. And there's nothing to feel guilty about. It's only natural that you'd have sexual urges." He cooed, trying his best not to sound so excited.

"It's embarrassing, König.. M’not.. Not.. Hmm..” König felt his cock harden as you head tilted to the side, your consciousness slowly slipping away right before his eyes again.

"Oh, but why?" He chuckled, "I'm like your father. Of course, I wouldn't get angry. It's just another thing that happens. You can't control it.." He cooed as he

"Mmm.."

"Now, don't worry about a thing." His eyes glinted with excitement as he saw the crushed pill in your drink take effect once again as your eyes struggled to stay open.

"It's okay. Everything's fine, liebling. Just close your eyes and relax.."

You could barely nod and let your eyes close as König stroked your hair, humming softly.

"Just drift off to sleep, hase.." He continued his hypnotic strokes, his humming sending you to a dreamless state of bliss.

"That's a good girl.."

When he was certain you were out cold, König laid you on the couch and carried you upstairs to his bedroom.

"Let's see how wet that cunny of yours is tonight, hm?" He chuckled as he laid you down and carefully took off your clothes.

"Ah, and look at that.."

You were dripping already.

"How sweet.."

He spread your legs, and began lapping at your folds.

"Oh, sweet liebling.."

His tongue pushed past the barrier of your cunt, lapping at the slick walls, sucking on the soft skin.

"You taste so fucking good as always.." He groaned, his hands holding onto your hips.

"I bet you were thinking about me fucking your little brains out, weren't you? You've been such a needy little girl. Dreaming about your König fucking you all the time." He continued licking and sucking your sweet little cunny, his chin already wet with your slick.

"Such a needy little girl, hase.."

König pulled away from your dripping pussy, a string of saliva and your juices still connecting his mouth to your glistening pussy.

"Look at the mess you've made, liebling." He tutted, and grabbed a cloth.

"Soaking my bed and leaving a mess on the sheets.." He cleaned the slick up, and wiped his chin clean.

"And you didn't even realize it, did you? Dirty girl.."

"I wonder, would you be embarrassed if I showed you a pictures of this, hase? What if I woke you up and showed you how dirty you were, hm?"

"I wonder what you'd do, hase."

"Maybe, I should take a video and show it to you so you can see how much of a mess you've made.." He tapped his cockhead on your swollen clit. “I do have a big collection of just you,”

"It's quite the sight to behold, afterall," The older man chuckled to himself.

"But then again, I can't be too cruel. I don't want you to panic and run away from me." He smirked, his cock throbbing as he rubbed it between your folds.

"After all, I'm not a monster. I just.. get a little bit ahead of myself sometimes.”

He pushed past your tight entrance, feeling your wet walls fluttering around his massive throbbing cock as he bottomed out.

"A-ah, hase.." König let out a low groan as he buried his cock inside of your cunt, your pussy clenching tightly.

"My pretty girl.." He praised, his hands grabbing onto your hips.

"You're a natural born whore for me, aren't you?" He cooed.

"Tight and wet for your König.." He slowly began pulling out.

"A-ah!~" You were unconscious, and yet the sounds you were making were so lewd.

"My sweet, pretty girl.." He thrusted back in, letting out a moan.

"Fuck.. Fuck, hase..!" König groaned and thrusted his cock into your tight hole, feeling the slick walls of your pussy gripping him.

"I'll fill you up nice and full, liebling.." He grunted, his fingers digging into your skin.

"F-fuck.. Hase.. You feel so fucking good..!"

"I can't wait to have you begging for my cock.." He moaned.

Your face was scrunched up as you whined in your sleep.

"You'll be mine, won't you?" He grunted as he thrust harder.

"Won't you, liebling? You'll be my sweet, pretty whore and you'll come to me whenever you need to be fucked, hm?" König smirked as he heard you whine more in your sleep.

"You'd do that for me, hase? Let this old man take care of you? I'd give you everything you ever wanted, liebling.. All the gifts and treats.."

"You just have to be mine." He pulled your legs up and bent them towards your chest, fucking into you harder.

"Ngh, f-fuck.. Liebling..!" He groaned, his fingers digging deeper.

"You feel so good, hase.. I'm close.. You'll take my cum, won't you, hase? My pretty hase.." You let out a soft moan and clenched around him, and König groaned.

"F-fuck..! I'm coming.." He gasped, his cock throbbing.

"Take my cum, hase.. Take it all..!" He spilled inside of you, filling you up with his seed, his cock still pulsing.

"Mm.. Mein liebling.." He gently put your legs back down and pulled out.

"Oh, hase.. Such a sweet girl.." He murmured and rubbed his thumb over your cunt, the swollen lips glistening with slick and his cum.

"So dumb and trusting of your König.. Letting him fuck your brains out without knowing.." You remained unconscious as he pushed the cum back into your abused cunny and put your underwear back on, giving it a couple soft pats right above your abused clit for good measure.

"Don't worry, liebling. You won't remember a thing.." He chuckled as he pulled the rest of your clothes back on.

"And when the time is right, you'll know everything.." He gave you a sweet kiss before pulling you onto his chest, falling asleep himself.

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"König?" You woke up feeling disoriented and confused, seeing yourself in König's room.

"Liebling." König smiled warmly at you, "I'm glad you're awake. I was a bit worried you'd pass out and miss your classes today," He was getting ready himself, pulling on his t-shirt.

"Uh.. What happened last night? I don't remember anything after dinner.." You tried to sit up but were met with a sharp pain in your lower body.

"Ouch.." You whined softly. König smirked to himself as he heard you complain but played oblivious as he sat down beside you.

"What's wrong, hase?" He feigned concern.

"Ugh.. My stomach hurts.. I think it's the wine.." You rubbed your tummy with a soft pout- A sight that made König’s cock twitch in his pants.

If only you know all the ways you drive him crazy…

"Ah, you must have drank too much. You fell asleep while we were playing, so I brought you up here." He lied smoothly.

"I see.." You winced in pain from the growing headache throbbing in your head.

"Would you like some medicine?" He offered.

"No, no, it's okay." You groaned lightly as you sat up- Immediately felt something gush out of your sore pussy, making you panic.

"Ahh! K-König!-”

"Hase?"

"The.. T-The stuff.. It's there again-" You whimpered, feeling like you wanted to cry.

"The what, liebling?" König looked at you with a calm smile.

"T-The sticky fluid.." You felt embarrassed, but knew that if you didn't tell him, he'd probably scold you.

"Ah, hase.. Did you dream about me again?" He cooed and cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing against it soothingly.

"Y-yes.."

"Oh, liebling.." He hummed, and pulled you closer, "It's okay. It's normal, ja? There's nothing to be embarrassed about." He smiled.

"But.."

"But, what, liebling?"

"I made a mess.."

"Oh, hase, it's okay. I'll take a closer inspection and we'll get that sorted out, okay?" He smiled sweetly.

"O-okay.."

"Now, spread your legs, hase. Let your König take care of you, ja?”

#call of duty #neighbour könig #könig smut #cod mw2 #konig #König x reader #könig cod #könig mw2

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websterss · 2 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 — 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Hello!! I simply adore your fics with my whole heart I was wondering if I could request a Lockwood and co fic with Lockwood? Where maybe reader, him, and, Lucy are all at the auction and once they make their escape to the roof reader fights golden blade with her rapier and just before they jump maybe she gets stabbed or something? And lockwoods just freaking tf out? And he’s just pleading for her to stay with him and just angst to fluff if possible? I love your fics and your writings so much!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, some fluff, mentions of stab wound

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! let me know what you guys think!

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Anthony had tugged on your and Lucy's hands back the way you came. Peering over the edge of the building had resulted in a dead end leaving you with the option of jumping into the freezing water or facing Golden Blade.

You all stopped dead when he blocked the way with the tip of his blade. Anthony had attempted to shield you behind his frame, but you weren't having any of it tonight. You were exhausted from running all day long, and you really wanted some tea and buiscuts. You were teetering on your last braincell.

“That was mine!” He growled. The Bone Glass long gone in the hands of DEPRAC by now. Flo and George ensuring of its safety.

“Oh geezus, give up!” Anthony began backing the three you of towards the edge. “Bone glass is with DEPRAC, now it’s over.”

“You don’t understand the game at all do you?” Golden Blade scoffed.

It didn’t take long for you to unsheath your rapier, drawing it and directing it towards the man before you. His eyes met yours across the length of your weapon. There was a moment of tension and a flicker of surprise in his eye but he merely smirked.

"Oh my, looks like we have a fighter here. I always like a girl with spirit. Shall we dance? I wouldn't mind taking a spin." He spun his blade around, showing off and taunting you to attack.

“Do not engage, Y/n!” Anthony frowned.

"I do like a good tango!" You ran forward taking the first strike, ignoring Anthony’s pleas to stand down.

He sidestepped and your blade swished past his shoulder, missing him by an inch. His blade slashed up, trying to cut into your cheek but you'd already moved out of the distance of the blow. You took another step and jabbed at his side, only for him to dodge again.

“Y/n come on!” Anthony begged once more.

Lucy turned in time to catch him get up on the ledge, peering down into the water. “No, no, no, no.” She shook her head immediately, not wanting to take his extended hand. “No Lockwood.”

“Lucy he’ll kill us all-Y/N leave him!” He called after you, watching you swing and dart with precision, but it was the precision that made him fear for you to make a mistake and get hurt.

"I always did prefer a woman with some backbone," Golden Blade grinned, his blade dancing above his head as he parried your next blow which was aimed straight at his face. You were good with the rapier, he'd give you that much. The two of you circled one another for some moments until you attempted to stab his midriff and he responded by launching forward, the tip of his blade piercing skin, your skin. You gasp as your weapon clattered to the ground, the silence growing eery and still as you looked down at where he got you.

“No!” You could hear Lucy and Anthony exclaim.

You slowly look up at his eyes filled with amusement. He now faced a child simply scared for her life. “But even those with the confidence, are sure to have a weakness. You’re impulsive child.” He pulled the blade out of your abdomen. Your hands trying to clutch at the bleeding wound with shaky hands. You spared him one last glance before you turned and ran. Anthony had reached for your hand mid jump, but he had missed you by an inch. Your gasp filled his ears as you lept off towards the water. You fall into the icy waters of London, the air leaving your lungs as you plunge past the murky surface.

He watched you disappear with a splash. His heart thumping loudly in his ears. He gripped Lucy’s hand and lept off the edge.

The icy water bit into your skin as you submerged completely. The water's embrace was chilling and bitter and you could feel the wound ache more when you plunged into the water. You kicked your legs and arms using what strength you had left to help you break the surface. You weren’t the strongest swimmer. Anthony knew it too, but you guessed when you feared drowning that your flight or fight response could possibly save you. You gasp as your head comes up, inhaling a chunk of air before you fell back down under the surface. You tried to kick upwards, feeling around in the water for something solid to grab on to but the water pushed against you with relentless force. You were drowning. Your head surface once more before you were met with a solid form. Your arms immediately clinging to it as you coughed up water. It wasn’t until a brush of fingertips pushed back your wet hair, that you realized it wasn’t a something, but a someone.

"I've got you, I've got you!" Anthony held you close as your head fell forward onto his shoulder. "I've got you love." He swallowed the thick lump in his throat. His eyes closing shut as he fought to keep you both above water.

You clung to him for dear life. You were shaking and trembling with the cold, as well as the terror that you almost died. You were sobbing into his shirt, and even with the pain in your torso, you tried to hug him tightly, so that he wouldn't let go and you would never let go. He was the only lifeline you had right now. “He stabbed me...” Your lips trembled with the admition.

This had Anthony recoiling back in your arms. His eyes wide with concern and fear. He immediately checked you over. Lucy treading closer to the two of you. "What?" She exclaimed. "Where?" Anthony had lowered his hands down your sides and when his thumb brushed against the top of your jeans lyour whimper was enough to let him know where it was you were injured.

“Can you float?” His tone soft, but concern ridden. You barely missed the rasp in his throat as he blinked back tears.

You nodded. Unwrapping your hands from his neck, allowing him to guide you on your back. One hand kept underneath you at all times. His hands had slowly reached forward to lift the hem of your shirt. Lucy's heart froze as she came closer to the two of you, her gaze fixated on the wound as well as you shaking from the cold. You had stopped crying, having focused your energy on maintaining yourself afloat. You kept your eyes closed as you tried to breathe. You’ll stay afloat as long as there’s air in your lungs, Anthony’s voice rang through your head, but no matter how hard you focused, the panic made only made it worse for you. Your eyes fluttered open in a flash, and you reached out for him again. Anthony caught you before you slipped under the surface, bringing you closer once more, letting you wrap your arms around him.

Anthony couldn’t stop the wave of emotions that crashed up against him. He didn’t want to be crying in front of anyone, but he felt completely overwhelmed, tears filled his eyes as he held you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He had been afraid. Very afraid that he was going to lose you, right out here in the middle of the freezing river in London.

“We’re gonna get you help soon okay. I just need you to hold out for me a little longer. Can you do that for me?” He lifted your chin with his hand gently. You mustered a small nod but he needed more than that from you. “I need to hear you love. Just a little longer.”

“Just a little longer.” You echoed back to him. “I’m not a good swimmer Anthony...”

“And yet you jumped into the river.” His laugh breaks the tension.

“You were gonna do it first-had to beat you to it.” You breathe out a laugh.

“I would not have jumped in.” You both turn to Lucy, watching her tread water shivering.

“Ready?” He dipped his chin to you both.

“No.” You shook your head, you could feel the exhaustion getting to you but you knew you couldn’t let sleep win over your body.

“Whatever.” Lucy began swimming forward, the shore was the goal.

“We can stop if you need to take breaks.”

“No, no stopping, the sooner we get to shore the faster we can take me to the hospital.” You breathed out again.

“I’ll get you there safe and sound. I refuse to let the river claim you. I promise you.” He leaned forward and kissed your temple. You sighed against his touch.

“Don’t let me go.”

“I’d be stupid to.” There it was again, his charming smirk you adored.

As you lay your head on his shoulder you felt his arms become tighter around you as a shiver ran down your spine. Your body shook uncontrollably against the cold of both the river and the weather. He could feel your teeth chattering and wanted to wrap you in his coat, give it to you, but you'd probably punch in the face if he tried. So he opted to just keep holding you close. His promise to never let you go would remain sound and safe in his heart. He'd swim across the ocean just to ensure your life, even if he was on his last remaining strength, he'd hold out to get you to safety. He was exhausted, knowing that the swim would take twice as long for you both but he'd get you there. He'd make certain of it.

He swam for what felt like hours but you could finally make out the shore. Lucy beat you both there, but she waited for you both to get there. She laid on top of the rocks, catching her breath. However, the look of relief that washed over her face made you want to sob from exhaustion. If not for the sting of your wound and numbness in your body, you would've flung yourself in her arms and just burst out crying right here and now. Yet still, you were so very grateful to see her wait on you. Anthony walked you both over to where she was and flopped the both of you beside her. Your chests rose and fell from the swim and the cold, but you were alive. That’s what mattered the most. You’d be alright.

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x fem #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood imagine #anthony lockwood imagines #anthony lockwood oneshot #writings by juls #my gif

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markantonys · 6 months

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My Mom Reacts To: wheel of time season 2 episodes 1-4 (season 1)

episode 1

"if i had to carry water all that way for a bath, i'd get a smaller bathtub" you know what? that is a very fair point. just get a smaller tub, moiraine!

mom, #1 Lan Stan: so, he doesn't have any powers, right? except cunning and strength and loyalty of course me: of course

mom: so liandrin wants nynaeve to become red because she........doesn't want her to have a warder? me doing a great aes sedai truth-telling: nynaeve is really powerful so liandrin wants to recruit her for her own team

my dad predicted moiraine was scamming bayle domon and loved it when it was revealed that she was. as always, not too much commentary from him because he remains silent and seems to not be paying attention for most of the time, only to randomly come out with a completely correct prediction or read on a scene.

"i don't think it's true that neat and tidy things can't be worthwhile 🙄" clearly my mom subscribes more to the Egwene School Of Thought than to the Alanna School Of Thought

lan to moiraine after she is Mean to him: make dinner yourself mom: GOOD FOR YOU

when lan brings her the plate later and puts it on top of the maps: "what if he gets greasy food all over her maps?"

"ugh i hate dark scenes where i can't see anything" [scary fade appears] "okay maybe it's good that i can't see"

episode 2

my mom got all confused about rand's dream of him killing his friends and wondered at first if it was real, please pray for her when tel'aran'rhiod is introduced later

"HE'S BALD??????" all of us when we first saw s2 rand's new look djkfgjh

"they must like him here if he gets free food" my boy, beloved wherever he goes :')

she wasn't particularly fond of mat last season, but he's gotten quite a few laughs so far this season! (notably the moment when we ALL fell in love with New Mat, when he was miming liandrin locking the door)

she gave an annoyed TUH! at elayne dissing egwene's room, but didn't comment further, possibly because i'd just told her 20 seconds earlier that elayne was my favorite character and she didn't want to offend me jdkfgh

she was like "wait, is she blue or green???" during a scene where alanna was wearing a slightly-darker-than-normal green outfit, so i think it was definitely a good call by the show to dress aes sedai in their ajah colors always. hard to keep track otherwise!

after moiraine had her hand on her knife when verin revealed she knew about the dragon: "what was she gonna do?? just stab her right in front of all the others??? that's ridiculous!" djkfjg points were made! poor moiraine just kinda panicked and lost all her braincells for a moment there.

my mom was a randgwene shipper last season so i thought she was gonna be pissed about rand hooking up with a strange new woman whilst egwene mourns his death, but she has not said a single word about that situation yet! i did once catch her reading lanfear's wiki article which she'd gotten onto after reading lan's because "i just want to know what happens to him and i'm not going to read all those books" so maybe she retained some info from lanfear's article that made her suspect something fishy with selene?

she recognized min from s1 right away and hastened to add her to her handwritten character list, when other characters needed a couple scenes to get that honor, and i remember she laughed a lot at min's lines last season and she did again today. guys, if my mom becomes a min stan, i may never recover lmao (i'm mostly kidding, show!min has done nothing wrong and is cool. MOSTLY kidding.)

re: the list, i told her she wasn't allowed to google and print out a list of characters because she would see spoilers, only to accidentally spoil her myself last season by instinctively writing liandrin's name down in the "bad guys" column and making her ask "wait, so she's ACTUALLY a villain, not just mean??", rip (but i played it off as "oh she's just unfriendly to moiraine so that's why i put her there" so we shall see whether or not she ends up being surprised by the black ajah reveal)

when min was saying how she sees glimpses of the pattern, my mom made a connection to perrin seeing the past earlier, which i thought was very interesting! (since we hadn't yet learned that what he saw was actually a sending from the wolves.) min's viewings and wolfbrothers are the two major magical powers that have nothing to do with the one power, and it always minorly bugged me that they don't Fit In to the rest of the magic system (despite my apparently-hypocritical mocking of people who get hung up on lore rules etc haha), so i just thought it was neat to think of them in conjunction with each other.

mom, shocked and dismayed: MAT'S GOING TO KILL RAND???????? me: [vibrating with glee over The Great Cauthor Stabbening]

when nynaeve is taken to the arches: "so is she getting a promotion?"

there was some line during the moiraine-lan divorce that got a big offended gasp from our #1 Lan Stan, but i forget which one it was (it wasn't "we were never equals" it was an earlier one)

my dad just laughed when they first showed suroth and her redonkulus getup jkjfg the correct reaction to the pomp and ceremony of seanchan high blood

episode 3

when the aes sedai were saying nynaeve was ready to take the test my mom was like "NO SHE ISN'T!!!!" and was pressed about them rushing her into it

during the bandit attack in the test: "boy, i wouldn't want to live in this world!"

when nynaeve left the tower my mom was like "is this what happens in the books?!" and i couldn't reveal yet that it was still part of the test so i just instinctively said "you'll see" which is my response to everything, and she was like "no i won't, i'm not reading all these books" lmao

my dad during the version of mashiara playing during the lanaeve reunion: why is "somewhere over the rainbow" playing

sheriam: she wasn't ready mom: THAT'S WHAT I SAID!!!!!!!!!!!

she was genuinely very upset for a moment because she thought nynaeve was dead, but i think she then guessed pretty quickly that It Ain't Over Yet

scene transition from nynaeve being left in the arches over to the seanchan: "we're going from bad to worse!"

i was dithering over uno's impending death because i didn't want to spoil them but i thought my mom might want a trigger warning, and thankfully my dad went "that horn looks like it's in a dangerous spot" when they first made uno kneel, so i was all clear to say "yeah this is about to get gory" lmao

my dad wondered if suroth was the dark one which fascinated me! i think everyday negroes had the same thought, iirc. i guess it IS the logical conclusion when you know that ishy is the dark one's right-hand man and in this scene we see him being suroth's right-hand man!

my mom thought elayne might be evil or a spy! how could she! i guess she isn't accustomed to wheel of time strangers just being friendly without an ulterior motive djkfg i didn't outright say her theory was wrong because i'm not about to be a booksplainer, but i'm sure i was so visibly baffled at the idea of elayne being evil that i shot down the theory nonetheless haha

when liandrin goes to visit mat again: "how does she have time for all this? she has her sick son, she has mat, and she has whatever else she does at the tower"

when liandrin blames mat for nynaeve's death: "this lady is CRAZY!!"

mat's "is that an 'i'm here to murder you' stare or a 'light i never realized how handsome you are' stare" line was a big hit! love to see my boy getting some appreciation in this house

...............which he promptly squandered when he a) initially left his cell without freeing min too, and b) did not go comfort egwene. but i pointed out that liandrin's been psychologically tormenting him for months into thinking his friends are better off without him, because i couldn't bear to see them judge my boy!

"it's like we're in 18th century france!" was the first thing out of my mom's mouth when they went to the cairhienin party, i'm sure the costume designers would be thrilled!

mom: how did this lady from the poor district get them into a fancy party? and how could she afford these clothes? 🤨 me: 🤷👀

when logain pours out the wine: "AFTER ALL RAND'S HARD WORK TO GET IT!!"

why did my dad laugh when the inn was on fire jdkfg maybe he just likes to see rand have a bad time

mom: jeez, maybe rand shouldn't stay in other people's houses anymore me: i'm sure rand's thinking the same thing

mom at the end of the test: it's so sad that they keep getting glimpses of the nice lives they could've had 😔

episode 4

mom 2 seconds before the camera reveals who the visitor is: is her little sister moiraine? [camera shows moiraine] mom: I GUESSED SOMETHING FOR ONCE

"it's pretty rude to show up to someone's house and then say 'i don't have time to hang out with you'!"

selene: the fire wasn't your fault rand mom: well it kinda was actually

there was some moment where my dad referred to "sneezing and burning down an inn, or whatever he did" and it killed me, i wish i could remember the context bc it was even funnier in context

"i speak with the amyrlin every time i open my mouth" was also a hit! as was perrin asking if he would turn into a wolf and elyas saying "don't be stupid"

mom when moiraine waltzes into the foregate dressed to the nines: i thought she wanted to keep a low profile

just earlier that day we'd been bemoaning the lack of pockets in women's clothing, as one does, so my mom was like "[delighted] now THAT'S a pocket!" when moiraine fit a whole-ass knife into the pocket of her fancy dress. WOT costumers understand the importance of giving girls pockets! lanfear's outfits have a lot too

my dad said "she seems like a bad guy" about selene during the mountaintop scene, he been knew! but he ended up falling asleep and missing the reveal that he was right

meanwhile, mom: "i'm just waiting for a monster to crawl up that cliff and get them"

when alanna & co go through lan's bags to get the poem: "aww, i thought they were his friends! 😔"

mom: too bad moiraine won't just ask her sister about rand, she talked to him at the party! anvaere: so if you want to know where that redheaded boy is, you'll have to ask me very nicely over tea mom: [just as smug as anvaere]

when ishy shows up at min's room: "how is he EVERYWHERE????"

she didn't seem TOO surprised when liandrin attacked the girls, and she clocked that liandrin was working for ishy after this scene with min (or rather, she asked me if that was the case and i said "you'll see")

she let out the fondest chuckle when rand was like "[choking back tears] i'm going to leave now, thank you" he is BABY YOUR HONOR!!!

as the Lanfear Reveal started my mom said "i just knew she was evil" so that must be why she was so silent on the relationship and so un-judgmental of rand, she must've clocked selene's Bad Vibes from the start! or else she retained something from reading lanfear's wiki article a while back lmao

even so, she went "OH MY GOSH!!!!" and clapped her hands over her mouth in shock when moiraine slit lanfear's throat, which i think is one of her biggest reactions to anything in either season so far! the initial stabbing, zero reaction, but the followup throat-slitting, freakout.

the "i'm a monster too" line + Undead Lanfear Moment has her CONVINCED that forsaken are some kind of creatures or zombies, i'm trying to explain they're just humans who are really powerful and evil haha

at the final shot of lanfear: "i'm going to have nightmares! i'll have to go read my murder mystery to calm down before bed." duality of woman

#wot #wot on prime #the wheel of time #wot show spoilers #i forgot how comparatively slow-paced and calm the first half of the season feels #so i can't WAIT to see the reactions to the second half when shit's hitting the fan 24/7

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screaminglygay · 10 months

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third time is a charm, right? (part two)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff (in this part there is mostly natasha!)

summary: you finally work up the courage to call the phone number you got yesterday.

warnings: again some swearing

word count: 1k

an: heyy lovely people! thank youuuuu so much for all the support! it means truly a lot! 💕💕 i hope you will like this part as well! if there is anything special you´d like to read, let me know! 💕

(italica = your thoughts)

Should I call them? I mean they gave me their number for a reason. I should. I have to. I want to, but what should I say?

“Hi, it´s me your waitress! No. Hello, so I'm calling, because you gave me your number.” You let out a big sigh as you take your phone and look at the time.

10:27

You really spent over 40 minutes walking in your apartment back and forth, trying to figure out what you will say to the couple. Going to the kitchen for a cold glass of water seemed like a good idea for your brain to calm down. After almost drowning yourself, you picked up the phone one more time and dial the number from the business card. Before you clicked “call” you prayed to every single gay person you know to give you the strength of not being cringy.

It´s ringing. One time. Two times.

“I wondered when you're going to call, darling.” you heard the captivating rasp again. The voice of a goddess herself. Her raspy voice was such a unique melody to your ears, that it would easily make you do whatever she wants. At that moment you felt like you had the biggest privilege just from hearing her voice.

“You still there?” If you would listen little closer, you could definitely hear the smirk on the face of the lady on the other end of the call.

“Yes, yeah! Hi, hello! Um how did you know it is me?” you start to fidget with the ring on your finger. Even though you're completely alone, you're still trying to hide the fact that you're nervous. Mostly for yourself, fake it till you make it, right? But how can you? When you're on the line with one of the most attractive people in the entire universe.

“I gave you my personal number. I think that its way easier to get to know each other, don´t you think?” she let out a chuckle.

“Sure!” You put your ring back on your finger as you start to walk around the room.

Sure? Oh my god, there is hot woman on the phone and you say SURE?! Say something less cringy! Fuck, think!

“My name is (Y/N) by the way!” you quickly announced.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Such a pretty name, for such a pretty girl. I'm Natasha, but I think you already know that.” You're hearing the flirtatious spark in her voice that automatically sends shivers down to your stomach. You don’t even notice, but after that little compliment from her, you're smiling like a little girl and your cheeks turn red faster than popping champagne at a bar.

“Thanks...” you let out a small giggle, that were caught on the other side. “I uh I did kinda figured it out your names.” a little proud smile on your face could have been seen if the woman was in the same room as you.

“Not just pretty, but also smart, how perfect.” she thinks out loud.

Gosh this flirting is not good for my one and only gay braincell.

“Uh um where is Wanda?” you curiously ask.

“Oh darling, we only just start to talk to each other and you're already asking for Wanda? How cruel...” you can hear some movement in the background, but you don’t pay much attention to it.

“Oh no! Shit. Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that, I just thought that you two were... are a couple?” you mumble not knowing if you're actually asking or just letting your thoughts out loud.

You can hear not so subtle chuckle, that the woman let out.

“We are a couple...” she stopped talking for a few seconds and you look on your phone to make sure you're two are still having a phone call. You are, so you put your phone back on your ear. You can hear her humming to something and then she starts to talk again. “... how about we talk about this in person?” her voice sounds darker than it did before, and you love it.

“Sure! Yeah! Absolutely, alright! I'm free almost all the time.” your cheeks hurt from all of the smiling you did today.

“So, you don’t have another shift at the pub?” This teasing joke from her made you more lose, and it felt like all the nerves just vanished. You shake your head and giggle at her words.

“Nope. I don’t really have any shifts left there, onetime thing, you know?” She saw right through you, but you didn’t care at all.

“Okay, good.” Her chuckle was something you wanted to listen all day long. “Then how about tonight at Mikey´s coffee shop, does 6pm sounds good?” she suggested.

You nod, realizing she can't see you. “Yes, that sounds perfect.” you add and smile again.

“Perfect...” she repeated after you. “And don’t worry, Wanda will be there as well, she can´t wait and me neither.” now it´s her time to smile like a little girl. Sadly, you can't see that beautiful sight.

“Great! So, uh um I guess see you later, Natasha.” You finally said her name and it rolled off your tongue with effortless grace, as if it was natural. The ease with which her name slipped from your mouth was like the instant connection you two felt at the same time. The sparks again. You felt it and she did definitely too.

“See you later, (Y/N).” You could listen to her voice forever but listen to her say your name was something else. Something that cast a spell on you, as you still stood in your living room, even after the call has ended. The texture of her voice is still in your head. The subtle roughness seemed to dance upon the eardrums, leaving an impression that it could hardly be described.

You look around and giggle like a small child having its first ice cream. Maybe you're very thankful to Kayla for not showing up. Actually, you're definitely thankful.

And maybe this is a really nice start for something new? Something exciting and something that you truly deserve after such a long time.

(again, thank you for all the support!<333)

taglist: @arualdcg @beholdagaywriter @snowdrop1026

#wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #marvel fanfic #wlw #third time is a charm right?#adele writes

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codfanficedits · 8 months

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Bar ideas

Summary:

You and Soap are getting drunk. There are two endings to this little story, both are linked at the end.

Pairing: Soap x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.4k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, closet sex, fingering, choking.

You and Soap always have been idiots together. Not in the field, no never in the field. Soap was a demolishing expert, the man was a genius in the field. Handpicked by Price for a reason. You weren’t stupid either, Price picked you as a sniper for a reason. No on the field the lot of you were an oiled team.

That did change the moment a drop of alcohol got involved. The moment you and Soap got your hands on some whiskey, tequila, vodka, even beer, it was as if the two of you shared two braincells, and those were fighting for third place.

The last time you and Soap got drunk enough, the both of you deemed it a good idea to flush all of Ghost his tea. It was such a good idea, until the morning came and the large, masked Brit hunted the both of you down, chasing you through base. Price had to step in to prevent two murders.

So now you and Soap are under Price’s watch, while you and the whole team went to the bar to celebrate a mission well done. The whole mood was a nice one, although the alcohol had been flowing for a while now. Soap nudged you when he saw Gaz talking to a blonde woman. “Want to bet a fiver that he will take her home?” He whispered, his head mere inches away from your face. “Make it a tenner.” You replied. “He can’t wait that long, my bet is on the toilets.”

“It’s on then.”

A glare from Price shut the both of you up, although Soap had this mischievous grin on his face the whole time. Your eyes kept darting around the bar, there wasn’t a lot of eye candy to look at, and after a few too much tequila sun rises, you didn’t really care about men anymore. Who needed them anyway?

A second nudge from Soap got you out of your concentration, you looked up just in time to see Gaz leave for the bathroom, the blonde woman following seconds after. You wanted to tell Soap to pay up, but he nudged you again, his head jerking towards Price, who had his back turned to the both of you, talking to someone. “Let’s head out of here.” Soap whispered into your ear. “Before he sees us.”

Soap took your hand, pulling you off the barstool as he dragged you outside. “You still owe me.” You started, but Soap shushed you, pressing his hand against your face to shut you up.

“What if.” His voice was slurred. “What if we went to scare Gaz.”

“How do you want to do it?” Your voice is muffled against his big hand.

“What?”

You remove his hand from your face. “How do you want to do it, sergeant?” You repeat yourself.

“We go back to base. Get into his room, and hide into his closet, when he gets back, we jump out and scare him!” Soap was using his hands to power up his words and by God was it working. The tequila in your blood was screaming at you to agree with his idea, and who were you to say no?

You did an attempt to salute him. “Why aren’t we going back to base already?” You asked, an idiotic grin on your face.

“I knew I could count on you.” Soap told you, before he grabbed your jacket, dragging you back to base, his big steps almost made you unable to follow him.

Your eyes darted around the hallway as Soap tried to pick the lock that kept the two of you out of Gaz’s room. The last thing you needed was for Ghost to pick up on this. He already hunted you down once, you wouldn’t survive a second time. “Hurry up.” You hissed through gritted teeth. “Does Ms. Mastermind want to try it?” Soap replied. You let out a frustrated groan as your hand reaches out to the doorknob, you twist it and the door creaks open. The fucking door wasn’t even locked.

You’re the first one to step in, and your eyes scan the room, worried you’ll find Gaz, Price, or even worse, Ghost. But the room is empty but a goddamn mess, no wonder Gaz prefers to fuck in the bar bathroom than his own room. There are half empty water bottles everywhere, clothes all over the floor, and when was the last time a windows was opened in here?

Soap doesn’t seem to mind, of course not, Soap was focussed on the mission he had given the two of you. He made his way over to the closet, swinging the door open a little too enthusiastic.

“Get your ass over here.” It wasn’t a question, it was an order. You stumble your way over there, the left part of the closet was made to hang up clothes, but it was mostly empty, it didn’t surprise you at all, given that you had to walk through half of his closet on the floor to get to Soap.

“C’mon.” He gives you a gentle push into the closet, your forehead pressed against the cold material. Soap takes place behind you, it barely fits as he closes the door.

“It’s not going to fit, you’ve been eating too much.” You complain. “Hush.” Is his answer. “Man’s gotta eat.”

His warm breath reaches your neck and all of the sudden you’re painfully aware of the situation you’re in. As if tequila brought you here, but left you when you needed it’s courage. Friends.

You and Soap have always just been friends, nothing more, nothing less. You try to turn around, tell him this was a stupid idea.

“Don’t..” His breathing hitched. “Don’t move.”

“Shit, why? Are you hurt?” This whole situation is sobering you up really quick.

“No! No, just stand still for a second, don’t move.”

That’s when you felt it, a second heartbeat touching your thighs.

“Are you..? Oh my god Johnny.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He muttered. “You just looked so pretty tonight in that skirt, and, and, I just.. Having you so close to me.” He rambled trying to explain himself.

He thought you looked pretty. That realisation alone was enough to make you lose all responsibility.

You press your thighs against him, the heartbeat growing stronger. “Stop teasing me.” He groaned. “I’m not teasing you.”

Soap grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back. “Now is not the time for jokes.” He hisses as his free hand makes his way under your skirt. Your hands tug on his jeans. “I would never joke about this.”

He pulls you closer, his hand still tangled in your hair. “I need to know for sure that you’re really okay with this.”

Your mind is running at full speed, his cologne, his warm skin, the musky smell of his sweat, the way his fingertips linger on your skin. It is all too much. “I need you.” You answer him.

“Beg me more.”

His words unlock something in you, you’re a tough soldier, you’re not supposed to beg, but this man, this man makes your knees weak.

“My body craves you, I crave you, I need your touch, Johnny, I want to feel your big fucking cock in me, please.” God, you never knew you could sound so needy, it’s almost pathetic.

It stays quiet, a little too quiet for your liking, he let’s go off your hair, the sound of his zipper being the only noise in the room. His hands are strong and quick, you let out a frustrated whimper when his tip teases your wet little cunt. “I can feel how much you want this.” He whispers into your ear. Two of his fingers slide into your tight pussy, his fingers slightly arched, you instantly tense your muscles. But as quick as he entered you, he takes his fingers out again, stuffing them into your mouth. “Taste how desperate you are for me.”

Before your brain can process what is happening he slams his cock into you, his fingers into your mouth to muffle the sounds you make. As a good little slut you taste yourself on his fingers, drool dripping down your chin as you try to clean his fingers as good as you can, while he fucks your mind into shambles. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, as his hand finds his way to your throat, leaving your skin wet from your own drool.

“God, fuck, shit, yeeehees.” You’re unable to form a fucking sentence while he keeps slamming into you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

Ending one.

Ending two.

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m3r1m4r5u333 · 20 days

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I'm spotting parallels to earlier 911 scenes after seeing the promo stuff of Buck, bothered and bewildered, it's making me ramble, bear with it!

This theme of "flying" in Buck, bothered and bewildered? Reminds me so much of that emergency in episode (4x08) in which that guy cornered himself on a roof and then just paces, and moans, like a baby, on and on, for hours, and finally wails:

"When is it my turn to fly?!"

That line is such a funny parallel to Buck missing a flight in Buck, bothered and bewildered.

I've said this before but I think this whole roof scene is basically a parody of buddie, and their lack of progress. It's making fun of Buck's and Eddie's lack of emotional awareness, it's making fun of their stubborn persistence to keep scuba diving in Denial.

Refusal to self-reflect and grow has created this ridiculous state of stagnancy. They've cornered themself on a low roof, and refuse to get down. It would not take much, but hey, they're idiots.

This roof scene makes fun of it. It's pretty dumb to wail "When is it my turn to fly?" and get upset about missing out.... When the reason you miss the opportunity is due to your own idiocy and in-action. It feels like Buck, bothered and bewildered will maybe bring to the surface the subject of sexual identity, and obviously, failure to see oneself as they are would also lead to missing out. Can't fly, if you don't have the braincells to buy a ticket!

Another parallel to that roof scene in Buck in Buck, bothered and bewildered:

Both show Buck, trying (and failing) to understand his jealousy!!

In the roof scene, Buck rambles about his LOVE TRIANGLE with Albert and Veronica.

The ranting oozes bisexual vibes - Buck mentions seeing Albert in a towel(!) and is really bizarrely bothered about Albert dating Veronica.

The complaining about Albert "breaking the bro code" by dating a woman whom Buck dated??

It's so dumb and transparent - why should Buck care who goes on a date with Veronica - their date was a clear failure, he did not want to see her again. Seriously, their date only lasted for like 90 minutes.

It rather sounds like Buck has a crush on Albert and does not realise it.

Maybe we'll see something like that again, with Eddie and Tommy. Dumb jealousy floating to the surface, and lack of awareness making Buck miss out, and do something to get what he really wants.

So that guy who is stuck on that stupidly low roof, after he cornered himself? Who is basically driving everyone nuts with his never-ending wailing and refusal to get down... Feels like that's BUCK.

(It's Eddie too, really. He's talked about a feeling of missing out. Buying some brain cells would help with that, just saying. Really, the roof scene even has Eddie wondering "How much Christopher knows" and Bobby telling Eddie it might be better to tell him before he figures it out own his own. Eddie dithers, like always - and the camera cuts to the roof guy sobbing, dramatically. Like a baby.)

Really, it's bad enough that after hours of being forced to watch this dumb dithering... the team is finally exasperated enough to start silently chanting "jump!" at the guy on the roof. (Fellow buddie truthers, feels familiar, does it not? These himbos, when will they get down from that dumb roof! Jump!)

Anyway, "The roof' basically symbolizes being closeted/in denial/unable to confront one's own feelings.

"The roof" is fear and refusal to move forward, and then complaining about missing out, not really living a full life.

Buck, Eddie, do something. Buy a freaking ticket. Jump! Before we all lose our minds, please.

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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Hey I just found your page…read some of it..looking forward to the rest ..

Thanks @nana1000night for the tag

Hey if you requests are open can I request a Sam Bucky Steve one shot where the other two are making him watch porn coz he finally wants to do it with you and he doesn’t want to seem unprepared (that’s his inner captainess screaming)..So he goes to ask Bucky and Sam for some advice but them being them goes a step further and teach Steve with help of visual details🤭

(We are assuming Steve is a virgin in this one)

A/N: There was two ways I was going to write this but I hope you like this one! I wasn't sure if you wanted the boys to stay the entire time so if you want another let me know, my inbox is open! I'm always here for unexperienced!Steve (˶⸃ ⴰ⸃˶)♡

Warning: smut, 18+, masturbation

When Steve goes to Sam and Bucky for help, he briefly wonders if it was a mistake.

The look they give each other, gave a queasiness in his stomach. He could see they practically shared the same braincell at that moment as they flashed him dark grins in response.

Steve feels his blush on his cheeks, his neck, and on the top of his ears as he sits between his best friends, a laptop settled on his lap.

“So, there are different ways we can go about this,” Bucky speaks first but Sam is quickly cutting him off, snatching the laptop from Steve and typing already.

“Nope, you learn the modern way, like everyone else.” Sam says and returns the laptop with a big grin. The screen showed multiple boxes with stilled pictures of women and men in various positions. Steve didn’t think his face could get redder but clearly Sam proved him wrong.

“Guys,” Steve choked out, eyes wide as he stared at the screen apprehensively. “I just wanted some advice on taking the next step in my relationship.” His eyes down casted, the only experience he had was with his hand and he just wanted to make sure he could please you.

Sam nods, still showcasing the wide grin, “yeah! And what better than showing you, Stevie.” Sam knew they could have just talked with Steve but where was the fun in that? Was he evil for enjoying the possible PTSD he could possibly give the super soldier?

Bucky shared the same thought and grin as Sam. Holding in a snicker because of his inexperienced friend next to him. “No worries, bud.” He reassured the super soldier next to him with a clap of his hands. “Just click whatever catches your eye.”

It doesn’t take long for one of the boys to crack, downright cackling and resulting in Steve kicking both of them out of his apartment. A frown on Steve’s lips as he hears the echo of their laughter as they walk down the hall.

He frowns again when he turns around after locking the door, the laptop sits on his coffee table, the screen still on display.

Steve decides, fuck it, and grabs the laptop sitting back on the couch as he clicks on a video that catches his eyes.

Moans resonate through his living room as his eyes stay glued to the screen in front of him. His lips are parted slightly as he continues to watch the video on his laptop.

A woman drops to her knees before the man. A seductive smile on her lips as she reaches up to the man’s belt, unbuckling and sliding the zipper to get to his boxers. She gasps as his dick slaps up to his abdomen, the head already red and glistening with precum.

The man’s hand comes to thread in her hair as she places a kiss to the head of his dick , some of the man’s precum showing on her lips as she looks up at him through her eyelashes.

The man groans and tugs the woman’s hair, his other hand wrapping around his length as he rubs the head of his dick on her lips more. Commanding a simple, open.

Steve’s dick twitches, hardening as the woman on the screen opens her mouth and the man begins to slid his cock into her waiting mouth. Her moan, as he enters, makes Steve move his hand down to his pants, palming his length over his jeans.

The man groans when he hit’s the back of the woman’s throat causing her to gag and Steve can’t help but curse as he unzips, taking his cock into his own hand and squeezing.

It doesn’t take long before the man begins to move the woman, his fingers still threaded in her hair as he forces her head up and down his length. Steve grunts, cheeks flushed, as he strokes to the bob of the head.

Slurps and grunts fill his living room now as the man gives up moving the woman’s head and just holds it still, hips rutting forward to fuck her mouth instead. Steve’s hands squeeze tighter around his shaft, cursing softly as he sees a downward view of the woman’s face. Her eyes are watery, tears rolling down her cheeks as she moans around the man’s cock taking everything he gives her.

Steve’s eyes shut then, head tilting back in pleasure as he thinks of you like that for him. Sitting on your knees all pretty, opening your mouth for Steve to use as he pleased. His thumb swipes over the slit of his dick, spreading the pre cum that leaks out and pumps his cock faster.

He wondered if you’d moan while sucking his dick. If you would be wet for him, Steve gasps, he wanted to taste you. His laptop was long forgotten as his hips bucked up, fucking into his fist as he continued to think about you.

Now his grunts mixed with the moans from his computer as he felt his dick twitch in his hand. Steve needed you, wanted you, moaning your name as he squeezed his cock, a breathless whine choked out past his lips as he suddenly came. His dick twitched as rope after rope of cum hit his abdomen and even up to his chest, staining his shirt.

Steve panted, licking his lips as his hazy eyes returned back to the screen.

Maybe Sam was right about looking on this website.

His fingers moved on the computer, clicking another video.

The screen shows a woman, hovering over a man’s mouth, the man’s tongue already sticking out waiting for her to sit on his face.

Steve’s dick twitched, hardening already as he clicked play.

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levithestripper · 1 year

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Ruin Me

summary: after a drunken conversation with rollo one night during a feast, athelstan suggests to ragnar that they try something new in the bedroom.

warnings: fluff, smut, porn with some plot, corruption kink, scent kink, kink negotiation, bondage, praise kink, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral sex [m! reciving], multiple orgasms, established safeword, aftercare.

length: 4.1k || read on ao3

notes: last work of 2022!!! athelnar has been eating away at my braincells since october so this was the only logical solution. this is also day 15 of by kinktober series that's slowly but surely being finished :)

“Ragnar?” Athelstan asks hesitantly from across the room. The longhouse was empty save for them, leaving them in a peaceful silence together. The former monk was attempting to fold laundry but failing miserably, too distracted by the shirtless Vikingr across from him.

Ragnar didn’t turn to look at him, occupied with washing the remainder of their dirty clothes. “Hm?”

“You’re not busy tonight, right?” Nervousness was evident in his voice, catching Ragnar off guard and prompting him to turn to face him.

“What’s wrong?” he questions, moving to invade Athelstan’s personal space like always. His blue eyes search every corner of his face, looking for any sign of what could be troubling him. “What’s bothering you?”

Athelstan took Ragnar’s hands in his own, drawing comfort from the proximity. “Nothing is wrong, my love. I want to ask you something, is all.” His words match his body language, shoulders relaxed, and eyebrows unfurrowed.

An uncharacteristically sweet smile spreads across Ragnar’s lips. “Then ask.” He held the monk’s gaze, silently drinking in the man’s beauty. Even after all this time, Ragnar still has moments where he’s utterly mesmerized by his lover’s magnificence. How could the Gods deem him worthy enough of a man like him?

Ragnar’s hypnotized-like gaze told him everything he needed to know. His face was one of infatuation and love; it was a look he wore often. “Tonight, when we’re in bed,” he pauses, “I want to try something new with you.” A blush rushes over Athelstan’s face, pulling a giggle from the other man.

“Something new?” he inquires coyly.

“It’s something I heard about from Rollo.”

Hearing his brother’s name confuses him. Why would Athelstan want to do anything Rollo did? he wonders. “Rollo?”

“He was drunk one night during a feast in the longhouse,” he clarifies, relieving Ragnar of his worried confusion. “Remember last week when he invited me to sit with him?” Ragnar nods. “He told me about a woman he, uh—saw—recently. What he did to her, and how much she liked it.” The red in his cheeks deepened. “Couldn’t get it out of my head. Pictured you doing those things,” Athelstan cut himself off, embarrassment rendering him unable to speak.

Ragnar cups the side of Athelstan’s face, stroking his cheekbone. “Use your words, love,” he coos, smiling as the man’s blush worsened. A teasing look forms in the Vikingr’s gaze, “Tell me what you want.”

He leans into his lover’s hand, knees going weak. “Please kiss me,” he asks, voice almost at a whimper. Athelstan’s head felt like it was up in the clouds, far away from Kattegat, Ragnar being the only thing tethering him to the ground. “Need you to kiss me, Ragnar.” They waste no time, lips clashing together with a passion that could rival Thor. Ragnar’s hand moves to the back of Athelstan’s head, gripping the long brown hair at the back of his neck. His head tilts to one side, giving the dirty blond plenty of room to kiss up his sensitive neck.

Ragnar nips at the column of his throat, leaving pretty red marks across his skin. Bruises bloom across his neck, publicly displaying who he belongs to. Ath’s hands grip the back of Ragnar’s undershirt, pulling him impossibly closer to his chest. “Fuck, c’mon!” he whines, tugging at his clothes.

He pulls away from his neck, a smirk plastered across his face. “You want more?” Athelstan nodded. “I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me what it is you want, my love.” Ragnar’s hand returned to Athelstan’s cheek. “Tell me what got you so embarrassed, hm?”

Athelstan whines, making Ragnar giggle. “I want—” he stutters, “I want you to tie me up.” Heat radiated from his face. “The way Rollo talked about how much the woman liked it made me feel the same way you make me feel.”

The Vikingr’s smirk widened, his other hand squeezing his hip. “Mmm, so you’re saying I make you feel good?”

“Oh my God, Ragnar, shut up,” Ath groans, burying his face in the crook of Ragnar’s neck. Ragnar giggles again at his reaction, the sound reverberating through Athelstan’s chest.

Ragnar ignores him, instead pinching his round ass, loving the cute squeak Ath makes. “You’re sure you want this, love?” His question causes a shift in the atmosphere around them from playful to mature. Sensing this, Athelstan leaves the safety of Ragnar’s shoulder to look at him.

He nods, “I’m sure.” His arms snake around his lover’s neck, his thin fingers running over the short, close-cropped hair on the top of Ragnar’s head. “You know I trust you, darling,” Ath said with a smile, leaning in for another kiss, which Ragnar eagerly accepted. This kiss was slower than the last, more romantic, more intimate. Athelstan tilts his head to the side again, further deepening the slow-paced kiss. Taking advantage of this, Ragnar slips his tongue between Ath’s lips and into his mouth, drawing a moan from them both. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he moans against Ragnar’s mouth, chest heaving from lack of air.

Both of the Vikingr’s hands cup Athelstan’s face now, holding the man where he wanted him. “You taste so fucking good, my love,” Ragnar growls, pushing him back towards their bed. The half-finished chores were left abandoned in the middle of the hall, destined to be finished by whoever stumbled upon them next. The backs of Athelstan’s knees hit the bedframe, stopping him in his tracks. Ragnar pushes him onto the thick layer of furs, wasting no time crawling over his lithe body, effectively caging him in. They lock eyes for a moment, and breathy laughter fills the room, engulfing their surroundings with the sound of their love.

“I love you,” Ragnar whispers in his ear.

He smiles, “I love you more, honey.”

Ragnar smirks, taking it as a challenge, “Doubtful.”

“Oh yeah?” Ath teases, running a hand down Ragnar’s bare chest.

He didn’t answer, responding with wet kisses to Athelstan’s neck, drawing a groan out of him. His calloused hands pin Ath’s smaller ones above their head, leaving them vulnerable to anything Ragnar had planned. Ragnar looped a strip of cloth around Athelstan’s wrists, tying it loose enough for him to break out of if needed. He strips them of the rest of their clothing, giggling at the shiver that runs up Ath’s supple frame.

Unlike the Vikingr, Athelstan was soft and delicate, something to be gentle when handling. With a striking lack of scars and tattoos, he looks deliciously innocent compared to the dozens of scars littered across Ragnar’s torso and shoulders. It didn’t matter how often he had Athelstan underneath him; the sight never failed to make him stiffen in his pants. The vile desire to defile a once innocent Christian monk, to make him cry out in pleasure for the so-called “godless” Pagan who raided his monastery, coursed through Ragnar’s veins years after they made their relationship official. His hands roam across Athelstan’s abdomen, thumbs rubbing circles against the juts of his hip bones that stick out on either side of his pelvis.

“You remember what you’re supposed to say if it’s too much?” he asks, thumbs now pressing against where his v-lines would be, stopping just above the tip of Ath’s cock.

Gnawing on his thick bottom lip, Athelstan nodded, failing to stay quiet as soft groans escaped him. “Mhmm, I remember.” He needily presses his hips into Ragnar’s palm, silently asking for more. He tugs on his restraints, testing their give. A satisfied shudder rushed up Ath’s spine. Restrained and entirely at the mercy of his lover’s will, the reality of his situation settled in, causing his cock to throb pathetically. “Red for stop, yellow for hold on, and green for keep going.”

Ragnar smiles, placing a chaste kiss on Ath’s lips, “Good boy. Can I tighten the cloth?”

He shudders again at the praise, even though he expected it. “Please, tighten them.” The cloth wrapped around his wrists grew tighter, now pressing his palms together. Ragnar secures his bound hands to the headboard, keeping him from wiggling away.

“There we go,” Ragnar hums, sitting on the backs of his calves. He runs his hands down the expanse of Athelstan’s body, unabashedly feeling him up. He could feel the thick cords of newly gained muscle underneath the skin of his biceps, his chest, and even his thighs. A smirk reappeared on his lips, partnered with a devious twinkle in his icy blue eyes. “You’re so pretty, Athelstan. Almost like a woman,” he teases, his smirk growing as Ath’s blush reappears. “Prettier than a woman, actually.”

Athelstan’s attempt at laughing at Ragnar’s quip failed, an almost strangled-sounding moan coming out instead. “Ragnar, please,” he begs.

“Oh, please, what, my love?” He hums, thumbs still drawing circles into the monk’s skin. “You know we use our words here. You’re very good at that, aren’t you?”

His words darken the already deep blush painted across his face. Tugging at his binds, Ath whines, “Darling, Ragnar, please, just touch me! You’ve done nothing but tease me this entire time.” Ath pouts up at him, hoping it would help his chances of convincing him.

Looking down, Ragnar traces the outline of Athelstan’s cock, giggling every time it throbs or twitches. “But I am touching you, baby. Is this not what you wanted?” His response was a quick ‘no,’ the man’s head shaking back and forth. “No? Then how do you want me to touch you?”

“I want you to fuck me, Ragnar; want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

Taken aback, his fingers grab onto Ath’s hips with an intensity guaranteed to leave bruises. Pulling his hips flush with his, he whispers, “Since when did my little monk gain such sinful desires, hm?” To further prove his point, Ragnar grinds against him, pulling the filthiest moan from his lover. Athelstan reciprocated the action, rolling his hips in a circle, slotting Ragnar’s cock between his cheeks perfectly.

“Ever since you placed those desires in me, my love. Whispering your sinful fantasies in my ear, rousing cravings for things I’ve only ever heard about in rumors.” Athelstan’s depravedness shot electricity through Ragnar’s body like never before. “You’ve ruined me, Ragnar; defiled me for anyone else.”

He groans deeply in Ath’s ear, caging him underneath his massive frame. “I’ve ruined you, little monk? Torn you away from your Christian God and down a path of heathenry?” Ragnar sucks a dark purple hickey into the crook of Ath’s neck, chuckling when he moans. Spurred on by his reactions, he littered more along Athelstan’s throat, decorating his unmarred skin with blatant claims. “What would your monastery friends say if they saw you now?”

Precum pooled in his belly button, paired with a loud moan tumbling from his mouth. “Fuck, Ragnar.” He tugs on the restraints with a whine. “Please, c’mon! I need you.”

“You need me, hm?” Ragnar teases, slowly pumping his fist around Ath’s shaft. Precum stuck to his palm, getting between his fingers. “Baby, you’re dripping for me. I haven’t even touched you yet.�� He mouths at his shoulder, kissing him softly. Athelstan squirms underneath him, hips writhing from the overwhelming sensation of Ragnar’s touch. Sinewy muscles of Ath’s biceps flex with his movements, spurring Ragnar on further. He doesn’t allow him to respond, whispering in his ear, “You need me to ruin you, don’t you?” He nibbles the shell of Ath’s ear before licking it, relishing in the moan he gifted him.

His thin fingers grasp his bonds, extenuating the lean build he’s developed even further than before. “I do, I do,” he groans, head tilting back into his pillow. “I want you to ruin me, my love!” He shivers when Ragnar runs his thumb over the head of his cock, bringing a snarky grin to the Vikingr’s face. “Love it when you take me apart.” Sweat glistens on both their faces, the summer heat sparing no one.

Ragnar leans to kiss him, quickly slipping his tongue into his hot mouth. The kiss was a mess of tongue and teeth, spit sliding down Ath’s cheek. It doesn’t last very long, as Ragnar is eager to give him what they both desperately desire. He kissed down Athelstan’s body, sucking small hickeys into his skin as he went. “So good for me, baby. Want me to suck you off?”

The thought of having Ragnar’s mouth wrapped around his dick made him moan unabashedly, giving Ragnar his answer. His calloused hands grip Athelstan’s thick thighs, keeping him still and pliant. “Please, fuck, I want your mouth,” he begs, wriggling his hips toward his face.

“Shhh, shhh, baby,” he coos, stroking his thighs soothingly, “You’ll get what you want, don’t fret.” Ragnar presses his face against Athelstan’s pelvis, breathing his scent in deeply. Usually, Athelstan kept his pubes neatly trimmed for his personal comfort and Ragnar’s sake. But it had been a while since the last time he groomed, leaving it a thick, curly mess, something Ragnar was over the moon about. “Fuuck,” he groans, eyes rolling back slightly. “Smell fucking delicious, baby.”

Gazing down at his boyfriend, Athelstan watches as Ragnar grinds his hips against their bed. Ragnar’s spine was slick with sweat, skin shining in the light filtering through the windows. His muscles ripple underneath his skin, causing a pang of desire to shoot through Ath’s limbs. “My scent’s getting you off?” Ragnar nods in response, too busy mouthing at the base of his cock to form words. His tongue laves at the pale skin found there before slowly licking up the veiny shaft. Pink, spit-shiny lips place small kisses against the tip, relieving Ath of the precum building up there.

Ragnar brought him into his mouth, sinking down to the base in one go. A guttural moan left Athelstan’s lips, hands desperate for purchase against the restraints. The head of his cock bullies the back of Ragnar’s throat, making him choke each time. It was a sick sound of spit and half-retching, but it stirred something primal inside Athelstan, tightening the ball inside him with every thrust he gave. Ragnar’s hands held firm on his abdomen, doing his best to keep his lover still. Between his choking, Ragnar manages to let out a few moans, getting off on pleasuring his boyfriend.

Pleasure was building inside him faster than he expected, his orgasm threatening to overtake him. “Ragnar, Ragnar—fuck—I’m gonna cum!” he stutters, legs thrashing underneath Ragnar’s grip. “Fuck, your mouth!” Athelstan’s eyes roll back into his skull as his orgasm washes over him, his entire body shaking with the force of it. Hot cum filled Ragnar’s mouth, which he was quick to swallow in its entirety. Sucking the last bits of his orgasm from him, Ath whimpers at the aftershocks, the small movements beginning to overstimulate him. His chest heaves from exertion, sweat running down his frame and leaving a damp spot on the sheets.

Pulling back, Ragnar scarfed down much-needed air, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Leaning forwards, he untied his wrists, releasing his boyfriend from his pleasurable confines. Athelstan wraps his tired arms around Ragnar’s broad shoulders, yanking him down to lie on top of him. “I think you sucked my soul out through my dick.”

“You loved it,” he giggles, his smirk turning to a cheeky smile. Ragnar brushes the hair out of Ath’s face, drowning in his pretty green eyes. “You feeling alright, my love?”

Ath nods, returning Ragnar’s gaze with an equally as affectionate one. He intertwines their fingers together, reveling in the grounding presence the Vikingr provided him. “I’m alright. Better than alright,” he hums. “You?”

“Never better,” Ragnar responds, giggling again. He invades Ath’s personal space as much as possible, making the other man laugh too. “You know, I still haven’t gotten off yet, baby.”

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk, “Oh yeah?”

Ragnar kisses him again, passion evident throughout. “You wanna keep going? I haven’t fully ruined you yet, have I?” He kisses his cheek, then his hairline.

“Of course, I’d like to continue; you can’t expect me to be satisfied that quickly, can you?” Athelstan grins, returning the kiss eagerly.

Ragnar moves to sit between Ath’s legs, carefully placing them on his shoulders, effectively folding the man in half. Fishing a jar of oil-like liquid out from under the bed, he excessively coats three fingers, wiping the access off on Ath’s inner thigh. “Ready?”

Athelstan nods, relaxing in preparation for the welcomed intrusion. Slowly, Ragnar’s forefinger works its way inside him, greeted with a quiet moan. Before long, one finger became two, two became three, and the soft moan became loud. The slick sounds of Ragnar’s fingers thrusting in and out of Athelstan’s sloppy entrance echoed throughout their bedroom. Athelstan covers his face with his forearms, hiding his pleasured expression from his lover.

“Don’t hide from me, baby.” Ragnar pulls his arms away from his face, returning them to the mattress. “Keep your hands like that, okay?”

He nods, whimpers tumbling from him. “Fuuck, fuck, Ragnar, baby—!” Ath squirms, trying and failing to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Please, fuck me,” he begs, “I’m loose enough; I’m ready, Ragnar, please!”

He kisses him once more before slipping his fingers out of his lover. Slicking his cock with another palmful of lube, he presses the tip against his entrance. “You’re sure you’re ready, my love?”

“Fuck, I’m more than ready,” Athelstan begs, tightly holding Ragnar’s free hand.

Ragnar gives his hand a squeeze as he slowly pushes his way inside. “Fuck,” he drawls, face scrunched up in ecstasy. “You’re still so tight.” Athelstan gasps and babbles senselessly, thrusting back on Ragnar’s cock. Giving him time to adjust, he gradually slides in until his hips are flush against Ath’s ass.

Athelstan’s expression mirrored Ragnar’s, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed together. Tiny, high-pitched whimpers escaped him, hands running up Ragnar’s biceps for purchase. “You’re s’fucking big, Ragnar, darling,” he groans, nails digging into his skin.

He leans down further, folding Athelstan in half once more. “Must feel so full, honey,” he teases, biting his earlobe. Ragnar cards his fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it off his forehead. His thrusts are quick and shallow, pulling out barely halfway before slamming inside again. “Nothing compares to the real thing, huh? This is just what you needed, isn’t it, sweetheart?” The sounds of Ragnar’s thighs smacking against Athelstan’s echos throughout their room, only darkening the blush that had spread to cover the monk’s chest.

“Mm—mhmm!” Ath nods, eyes still closed, too overwhelmed to open them.

Noticing this, Ragnar smirks, a devious idea forming. Adjusting his thrusts to hit Athelstan’s sweet spot, the bedframe rattling from the sheer power of it. With each slam to that bundle of nerves, Ath’s eyes shot open, and a loud moan tumbled from his lips. “Oh fuck, Ragnar! Oh my God, holy shit, right there, please!” Blunt nails leave long, red welts down the Vikingr’s muscled back, desperately grabbing for anything to ground him to reality. The tendons in the back of Ath’s thighs strained from the stretch, though it only added to his arousal.

“Aww, right there?” he mocks, changing the direction of his thrusts back to how they were before, much to Athelstan’s displeasure. “Is this where you want it, baby?”

He leaves fresh lines down his back, turning Ragnar’s back into a scratching post. “No, no, no!” Ath’s voice was utterly sinful, full of lust and desperation. “Where you were before!”

“Here?” he asks, hitting everywhere but the spot he wanted. He sucks another bruise into his neck, which is now more purple than its usual porcelain complexion.

Ath shook his head no, unable to form words as he was on the brink of sobbing. Delicate tears pool in his eyes, extenuating the soft, innocent aura that typically encapsulated him. Unable to deprive him any longer, Ragnar caves, giving Ath what he wants, hitting his sweet spot once more. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it, sweetheart?”

Athelstan felt like his entire body was melting into goo, his limbs filling with static and joints melting to nothing. “Yes, yes, s’good, s’fuckin’ good, baby—” he stutters, words slurring together as pleasure overtook him. His eyes roll back from a rather intense thrust, shudders wracking his body. “You’re so—ohmygod—you’re so deep!”

Ragnar kept the pace, keeping Athelstan teetering between orgasm and never-ending pleasure. “Aww, you hearing yourself? You’re already ruined for me, and I didn’t even have to do much.” Lube and sweat dribble down Athelstan’s taint, pooling against the sheets. “It wasn’t even difficult to ruin you like you asked,” Ragnar mocks, “Turns out, you were already a slut for me.” His balls slap against Ath’s ass, mixing well with the cacophony of noise already surrounding them.

“Yes, yes, ‘m yours, all yours,” he babbles, hands moving from Ragnar’s back to and up to his hair, tugging on the damp, blond locks. Athelstan stumbles over his words, unable to get a sentence out smoothly. “All fuckin’ yours, m’love.” Ragnar thrusts deeper than before, hitting his lover’s sweet spot with a punishing amount of force. A shriek escaped Ath as intense waves of unadulterated ecstasy washed over him, hips rolling into Ragnar’s thrusts. The hands in Ragnar’s hair grip tight, drawing pretty noises from him too. “G’nna cum—gonna cum! M’gonna cum, Ragnar, m’gonna cum! Please, fuck, please let me cum!” Ath’s voice cracks halfway through his plea.

His smirk widens across his face, pleased at the show Ath is putting on for him. “You want to cum, is that it?” He litters kisses along Ath’s hairline. “I don’t know,” he hesitates, quickening the speed of his thrusts. “Do you think you deserve it, my love? Have you earned it?” Precum oozes from the head of his cock, coating Ath’s walls with each thrust he gives.

Athelstan gazes at him with big, tearful eyes; his pupils are blown black, with barely a ring of green left to circle them. “Please, Ragnar!” he pleads, tears threatening to spill down his pinkened cheeks. “Feel like m’gonna explode; I can’t take it any longer!” His voice was the essence of depravity, only aiding in his efforts.

Combined with his own impending orgasm and Athelstan’s pleading, Ragnar granted him permission to cum, which he did gladly. Tightening around Ragnar, Athelstan came with a shout, spunk landing sporadically across both of their chests and stomachs. His cock twitches and throbs with each wave of his orgasm, echoing the spasms running through the rest of Ath’s body.

It wasn’t long after that Ragnar came too, spurred on by his lover’s climax. Ragnar finishes inside him, shooting ropes of cum as deep as he can get them. He’s sure there’ll be handprint-shaped bruises left on Athelstan’s hips later from the death grip he has on them. Feeling Ragnar cum inside pushes Ath over the edge again, sending him into another body-numbing orgasm. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes completely rolled back into his skull. Ath’s orgasm seemed to last forever, so by the time he could open his eyes again, Ragnar was already beginning to clean them up.

Ragnar recovers quickly after such an intense orgasm, swiftly attending to his lover, who was threatening to black out on him. Fetching the cup of water from the nightstand, he takes a swig before coaxing Athelstan to do the same, holding his head up so he won’t choke. “You were so good for me, my love,” he coos. Slowly pulling out of him with a groan, Ragnar sits Ath up against the headboard, wiping him clean of sweat and drying cum. “So perfect like always.” Exiling the dirtied sheets to the floor, Ragnar crawls under the covers, snuggling up next to him. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

Athelstan curls up under Ragnar’s arm, sleep quickly taking hold. He hums, “Good, fantastic. Perfect. You?”

“Same here. Love it when you’re good for me,” Ragnar says, purely to hear the giggle Ath responded with. The sound floods his chest with an affection rivaled by no other in Midguard. He brings up an earlier conversation with a smirk. “I think I proved that I love you more, by the way.”

Too tired to argue, Ath agrees with a yawn. “Fine, fine, you win. I get to win next time, though.” Ath’s yawning incites Ragnar to do the same.

“Yeah, yeah, sure you will,” he chuckles, kissing the top of his head. Athelstan’s exhaustion soon infected Ragnar, the larger man yawning again. They scramble down the bed to lay comfortably, pulling the blankets and soft furs over them. Athelstan is tucked neatly underneath Ragnar’s arm, head using the Vikingr’s chest as a pillow. They fall asleep with the setting sun, the humid summer heat morphing into a warm evening, the perfect temperature for cuddling.

The light from the full moon replaced the sunlight, accompanied by every star in the galaxy. Without a cloud in the sky, the entirety of Kattegat was asleep alongside them, granting the couple a rest worthy of the Gods.

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ilikedyourablogithere · 19 hours

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Esper Units in an archtype with each other

Xie brothers- Well that's his brother, it's that simple. If Yuzhi is going in Chuyi's following and vice versa. The wonder twin braincell they share doesn't allow them to leave the other behind

Heng Yue and Emma- ...They have never met each other at any point in the lore. So I can only assume the moon rabbit dna inside Emma is just that dang strong that when she see this woman in harms way she simply must act

Leora and Elaine- We'll they are siblings. Not the closest but still siblings and as such a bit of competitiveness between the two is expected. Besides do you want YOUR little sister to think you can't hold a buff for two turns ? Of course not! And obviously you wouldn't want your older sister babying you so you hold YOUR buff for two turns.

...that being said if HAVE to fight your sister give her the ol' CRIT +5. that'll learn her

Mavis and Archibald (forgot about those two down there)- Well they are partners also Archibald has died before so taking a bit a pain away from Mavis making things easier for her isn't all that big of a deal for him considering he's had worst done to him. Also let's just be honest, he probably just want to look cool in front of her "what? I hit that guy with a crit? huh, I didn't even notice" gotta get those aloof guy points

Liam and Valeria- Well they are siblings and they're also captains of a crews. When it's time to get serious they gotta power up and go super siblings and tag team because they played SA2 as kids and Sonic and Shadow vs Biolizard was just that great they have to reenact it as adults

Embla and Fu Shi- Embla don't got much going on given her current condition but hey if Fu Shi's swinging it's pretty safe to assume Embla can be of help to him in this moment so she might as well swing too

Wu You and Defenders- Not a clue. I assumed I would find something in her lore that pointed at a theme going on but no. She's a Defender, they're Defenders so she just showed up one day and went "you guys want to have a tribe bonus with me?" and now Defenders have a tribe bonus. No real reasoning behind it

#dislyte

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alatusxiaoo · 2 years

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✎ [ 14. ] a…date?

“so,” venti begins, taking a sip of the iced americano stationed in front of him. “a date. that’s what became of your genius idea.”

you and your friends had gathered at a nearby coffee shop as soon as university classes ended. you messaged them about the news on the same day heizou confessed to you about how you owed him a date — however unfortunately, none of you were able to decide on a convenient time for everyone to meet during the weekend.

you slack your head in defeat, shamefully admitting your next ten words. “i haven’t went out on a date in three years.”

“oh, how pitiful indeed.” hutao lets out an amused snicker. “you sound just like an old woman.”

“do you at least know why you owe him a date?” ayaka chimes from across.

“yep, i called him yesterday to ask. he laughed and said i lost a drinking competition,” you whine in complaint. “we made bets and he wagered to take me out.”

“ah, that’s why you were so heavily inebriated…” hutao deadpans with a sigh. “does this mean heizou is interested in you? or is he simply being a characteristic flirt?”

“the former would make sense if they kissed at the party.” lumine proffers.

“mhm, and we’re not even sure what time he left that night.” you lazily swirl the straw on your iced coffee. “with the information we find every time, it’s eventually going to get harder to multitask between the guys in proving certain situations.”

“so we make priorities.” ayaka adds with a tone of determination. “and at present, i think childe should be at the bottom of that list.”

“she’s right,” venti agrees, waving a hand. “he drank a lot at the party too. he won’t be useful right now if he doesn’t remember much, because no one else was there to witness what happened to him that evening.”

“thankfully, we also now know exactly who we write at the top of your list.” lumine snaps her fingers in clarity.

“yep, because albedo is still currently busy with the upcoming university fair.” ayaka nods. “you’ll get your opportunity once he’s finished with his work. for now, we focus on that date you owe heizou.”

“what about thoma though?” you wonder aloud. “i mean…can we really trust the claim that he just so happened to stumble into me inside that bathroom, when even none of you could find me? or did he know i was there because we kissed prior to that?”

“y/n has a point. despite the fact that he’s not as suspicious…we can’t rule him out yet.” hutao hums, scratching her cheek while deep in contemplation. “frankly speaking on our list of priorities, at the moment he’s probably just a little bit above childe.”

“we also can’t be certain that he was solely searching around for childe that late at night either…maybe he took some sort of detour.”

“okay ~ let’s not think about it too much you guys,” venti pipes in cheerfully. “the truth will eventually unveil itself on its own. thinking about what we can’t find out now will only waste more of our time. i also lose hundreds of braincells the more you talk about your theories, so we should just move on from this subject.”

“perhaps we should consider plotting this out on one of those boards.” ayaka taps her fingers on the table excitedly. “you know, the ones often displayed in crime shows? like some sort of suspect wall!”

“that’s a great idea!” lumine clasps her hands together in agreement. “it would make it way easier to visually keep track of these things.”

“i can start on one later this evening.” hutao suggests. “but what about y/n’s date? didn’t you say heizou was willing to take you out whenever you’re free?”

“yes he did…” you chew thoughtfully on your lip. “i was thinking maybe we could do it sometime next week.”

“i guess this means you won’t be able to implement much of your genius idea anymore.” venti snickers at your dissatisfied expression.

“unless you probe him with questions about what happened at the party.” ayaka replies, fiddling around with the string of the floating tea bag on her drink.

“he’s bound to get suspicious.” lumine frowns. “we’re dealing with a guy who majors in criminology, for goodness sake. this was the person we were previously trying to enlist for help before we realized he could have potentially kissed y/n.”

“she doesn’t have to ask about everyone else,” venti shrugs. “she should just ask questions centered around him and what he did. it would be best if she discovered whether he had a solid alibi during the time he spent at the party.”

“sure. and how exactly do i disguise that?” you snort, taking a big gulp of the sweetened iced coffee in your hands.

“feign interest in him, what else?”

you inadvertently choke on your drink.

venti shrugs with nonchalance at your astonished face. “why are you surprised? you know heizou does that to literally every girl he sees without feeling anything. why can’t you?”

it makes sense.

“besides, if you miraculously begin to feel interested in him, the more genuine it will sound.” hutao grins deviously. “oh shit, it’s perfect. it has to work.”

god, it makes sense.

“and what if he inquires about the sudden spike of interest?” you retort, a light blush adorning your cheeks.

“i don’t see how that will happen. it’s obviously the perfect time to express your interest.” venti puts his hands forth to prove a point, a smirk crawling across his lips. “he asked you out on a date. what better time to show you’re undeniably attracted to him, if not by then?”

oh fuck, i hate how it makes so much sense.

you shut your eyes to calm yourself down, loathing the all-too-familiar fluttery sensation that lightly fills your stomach. you’d almost forgotten how it felt ever since then.

“venti’s plan works.” ayaka pushes her empty glass aside. “i think we can run with it.”

“what do you say?” lumine asks, snapping you out of your trance. “will you do it?”

can you successfully feign interest in a boy who’s been posing his to others all this time?

or — well, it wasn’t like you had any other choice in this situation.

because one way or another, you were going to have to successfully feign interest in a boy who’s been posing his to others all this time.

“uh, sure…next week it is.”

I WISH YOU WERE SOBER — [ previous. masterlist. next ]

synopsis — in which you were never really one for spontaneity or precipitous decisions, until you got yourself drunk at your senior year university party and woke up the next morning with the most dreadful of hangovers…along with a painfully distorted memory of a stolen kiss on that hazy evening.

note — finally back from a couple of stressful weeks !! wonder what’s going to happen on the date 👀

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