Withered Cards Masterlist

Withered Cards Masterlist

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death.

Summary: Despite the many problems you overcome with Jason Todd, you always eventually make it back to each other. Even after his death, how could you still love a man who changed so much? Even when you made a turn for the worst.

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StarWars Masterlist

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Headcanons

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“The easiest way to steal something, is for it to be given willingly.”

This book left me in tears. Currently thinking of my own alternative ending 👀

Marissa Meyer, Heartless.

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DC Masterlist

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Withered Cards (Series)

More like Angels

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Sweet Like Candy

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Study Session

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Reader.

Warnings: MDNI, SMUT, swearing, PIV, switch!Ethan, oral (m receiving), handjob, blowjob, grinding.

Summary: How can he focus on his studies without a clear mind? That’s all Ethan Landry needed.

Everybody who had met Ethan Landry knew of his strong dedication to his studies and high grades.

Whether it be something he enjoys doing or not, he had made it a clear point that he was determined to pass his upcoming Economics Final - even if that meant he’d need to study with you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like spending time with you! No, he adored it - loved it even. But how could he possibly stay focused on his work when you were constantly running your mouth at him? You were oblivious, laying on Ethan’s bed with a bored frown etched onto your features, fingers mindlessly picking at the fabric of his bed sheets.

“Ethan,” you had drawled, voice low as you groaned. “How much longer?”

It hadn’t been too long. The last time you had asked, he was sure to let you know he would be at least ten more minutes.

That was twenty-three minutes ago.

With a frustrated sigh, Ethan closed his eyes briefly and leant back onto the headboard, his hands reaching up to rub at his face in annoyance.

“Please, baby. I can’t concentrate when you’re constantly distracting me. I need to get this finished,” was all he said, looking over to the girl who was still lounged carelessly over his sheets. Maybe if it weren’t for the fact that he was running purely on anxiety for the upcoming finals, he might’ve accepted your offer to take a break the first time you had asked.

You sigh as you grudgingly sat up, eyeing him. “When was the last time you slept? I haven’t even seen you once put down your textbook.”

“Last night,” he was quick to answer. “After I was done studying.”

You raised a brow. “And what time was that?”

He didn’t need to answer for you to know it was most likely way later than usual. You could tell from the slight bags under his eyes and the annoyance radiating from him.

“You’re grumpy today, E.”

He let out a long sigh, a pause before he responded. “I’m sorry, alright? But I really need to learn this within the next three days.”

You crawled up to his side when he let out yet another groan, hugging into his side as you inhaled his scent, pressing a small kiss onto his arm, and then another. Slowly trailing the kisses higher to his shoulder.

If he couldn’t learn to take breaks and relax himself, you’d be the one to show him.

“Just a small break, E… just for now,” you pleaded, adjusting your body so that it was now facing him, your soft lips peppering gently over his skin and slowly going up to his neck. “A break is all you need.”

You could practically feel his frustrations slipping away as you sucked at the spot just below his ear, tasting him on your lips as his hot breath brushed her cheek, causing shivers to erupt throughout your body in waves. You were quick to throw a leg over his own, now sitting on top of him so as to not let him pull away. Not that he could now; being far too gone into the many kisses you were littering over his skin.

When you felt his own lips begin to wander, you turned and collided yours against his in a deep kiss. Whilst desperate breaths mingled together, you pulled away briefly to nip at his bottom lip with your teeth, earning yourself a small gasp when his hands began to travel underneath your top.

The sudden desire washed over the both of you, and it was when you pushed against his shoulder that the both of you broke apart.

“Lay down,” you said, watching the way his swollen lips parted as if he was going to speak, but did as he was told nevertheless. He stayed quiet.

He adjusted his body from beneath you so that he was now lying flat on the bed, gazing back up at you with a blush that soon reached his ears.

When you began to grind down onto him through your pants, you could feel the growing erection forming from in his jeans, his attempts at staying quiet long forgotten the more you rocked your hips.

You could feel him against you, hard and straining as you attempted to gain more friction, wetness pooling between your thighs with every sweet moan of pleasure that escaped his lips. Despite his obvious attempts at letting you keep control, his hips subconsciously lift and buck into yours.

“Please, baby,” Ethan moaned as his hands pawed at your thighs, his nails digging into your soft flesh. You couldn’t help but to smile at him.

Your hands were already tugging at his shirt when you said, “Let me take care of you.”

Both of your clothes were off in seconds, tossed onto the floor carelessly and forgotten. It was almost funny to think that Ethan was obviously bigger than you, and yet he still laid a mess beneath your form.

His hair was a matted mess, a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his chest, and his cock lay throbbing and begging to be touched against his abs. The sight of him in such a position caused for warmth to flood throughout your body and travel straight to your core.

Your hand trailed up slowly from his thigh and grasped onto the base of his length, and you watched as his hips bucked up unconsciously into your hand, a moan escaping him as you began to slowly pump him.

You couldn’t help but to admire the deep frown set on his face as he stared at your moving hand, lips parted and inhaling harsh breaths with every small tug you gave. You leant your head down, feeling his gaze on you as his tip grazed your lips.

“Please,” he whined, his hand going to grasp at your hair when you pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. As soon as you felt his hand grasp tighter into your locks, you let out a choked moan as you took him into your warm mouth.

You let his tight grip stay on you as you began to bob your head, ensuring that your tongue swirled along his length and every vein you could find. You took pleasure in hearing his whines and desperate pleas for you to continue, begging you for release.

You pulled back, then took him in further, your eyes watering at the gag threatening to escape. Hallowing your cheeks, you tried your best to do what you knew Ethan loved - and it worked.

Just as he was getting closer to his climax, the slight throb in your mouth telling you he was close, you forced yourself to pull away.

He cried out, his hips lifting in a poor attempt at chasing the friction, cock red and covered in your saliva.

“Fuck, please no, I wasn’t done,” Ethan cried, and you noticed how his cheeks were now flushed and his hair now slightly stuck to his forehead.

You gave him one final kiss, straddling his waist once again as you positioned yourself above him, eagerly guiding his length to your wet entrance.

Ethan had seemed to think you were taking too long, because he jerked his hips as you began to sink down onto him, the both of you letting out breathy moans upon the contact. He started to lift his hips up into you over and over again, and you let him without a second thought. The pleasure soon became overwhelming as you felt his hands grasp tightly at your waist.

Whilst his gaze began to wander, so did his hands. He mindlessly grabbed at whatever he could; that being a hand at your hip and another grasping at your left breast.

“Oh fuck-“ Ethan breathed, his eyes raking over your body with each bounce you made on his dick. The lovestruck grin mixed with his pleasure caused for his eyes to flutter.

He was suddenly pushing his hand against your hip, your movements slowing despite the whine that left the both of you.

“I want to move. Let me do some,” Ethan spoke, and you could only nod as he carefully manoeuvred your body so that you were lying beneath him, his frame now towering over your form as you watched the muscles of his arms flex above you.

He was quick to place himself back inside your cunt and start snapping his hips at a desperate pace, the sound of skin slapping skin and the loud panting filling the small room. Your hands racked at his back, feeling it flex beneath your fingers, and you were sure that if you clawed him any harder, you would have drawn blood.

His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, lips and teeth attacking your flesh and causing your eyes to roll. His smell crowded your senses, and his body was all you could feel. You hadn’t even realised that your legs had gone to wrap around his waist until you were bringing him closer, his moans and whines going straight to your core and another rush of arousal to pool.

You gasped when a particularly harsh snap of his hips met yours. “Please, Ethan!”

Your gaze wandered over his face despite your vision being blurred with tears, his brows drawn in tight concentration and a bead of sweat rolling from his forehead.

His jaw clenched, revealing more of his sharp jawline, and your eyes wandered to find the few hidden moles that littered his skin.

With every small movement Ethan made, his muscles flexed from above you. A part of you wished to reach out and touch them, feel them move beneath your fingers if it weren’t for your hands already preoccupied and clawing at his chest.

His notebooks and laptop were now long gone, fallen off the bed in a heap, yet it didn’t faze either of you, too caught up in the burning pleasure that was catching up.

You couldn’t tell if you wanted him to go faster or to slow down, and it seemed he didn’t know either - his eyes closed tightly and his hips stuttering, growing sloppier and out of rhythm. He was close, and so were you.

You could feel the coil in your stomach churn, begging for at least a bit more friction, and without another thought your fingers found your clit.

“I’m close,” I moaned, only earning a quick nod of the head from Ethan before his hips were speeding up again. His moans and whines grew louder, adding to your pleasure as his hips stuttered to a jerking halt, both of your climaxes washing over you.

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head and your hips bucked automatically into his, an attempt at finding any friction to ride out your high. Ethan was shaking above you with his mouth left agape, gaze trained on your face as you both eventually came down.

“Is that why you wanted my attention for so long?” Ethan panted, to which you lazily laughed.

“Am I not allowed to have my boyfriend's attention?”

Ethan merely rolled his eyes but leaned down to press one more kiss to your nose before he carefully pulled out, both of your release spilling out onto the sheets below you.

“We’ll clean it up later,” you told him, pulling him down to lay beside you. “For now I just want you to rest.”

This time, he didn’t think to argue with you, legs tangled together as you gently stroked through his hair with your hand, the rest of the night filled with sweet kisses and care.

Jealousy, Jealousy | Part 1

Parings: Coriolanus Snow x Reader.

Warnings: Mentions/descriptions of sex, masturbation, swearing, manipulation, dub-con.

Summary: Coriolanus Snow is determined to make you his.

Part 2

The first time Coriolanus had seen you; it was during another one of the Covey's performances at The Hob.

He remembers that night vividly, having been stood at the back of the cramped barn and watching on as Lucy Gray sang one of her many songs with joy, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet with every step people took on the dance floor. The music of the band and the laughter that seemed to echo throughout the room caused for a sickly feeling in him. Despite telling himself that he deserved this night off away from his Peacekeeping job, all he really wished for in this moment was sleep and to be alone.

He debated leaving, his feet already shuffling closer to the door until his eyes were suddenly locked on yours.

It was quick and subtle, most likely to be forgotten in the next minute, but it was there. You had been smiling from ear to ear with your skirt waving around your legs as you danced, clapping along to the beat as you flowed your way around the crowd.

It was until the end of the song came that he realized he had been standing there watching you the whole time.

It was when Lucy Gray was tugging on your upper arm and leading you toward him that he finally allowed himself to move, barely managing a light smile when you and Lucy Gray stopped before him.

"I hate to be the one to disturb your thoughts, Coriolanus, but I knew you would've just loved to meet one of my dearest friends," Lucy Gray smiled, a mischievous gleam in her eyes that caught Coriolanus. When his eyes drifted back to you, he found that you were already smiling up at him, the same smile you had worn whilst twirling around the dance floor.

“I’ve heard lots about you, Coryo,” he didn’t fail to notice the mischief behind the tone of your voice, and upon hearing the nickname, a hot flush overcame him.

It was then that Coriolanus knew you would be his. Whether it was your decision or not.

He had made it his mission to chat to you throughout most of the night, drunk on the sound of your laughs and your gaze gleaming back up at him. So innocent, so stupid, and completely oblivious to the rush of blood going straight into Coryo's pants.

That night once he was back in his silly little cot, sure that the rest of the Peacekeepers were asleep, his hands were eagerly pushing down his pants from his waist, a sigh of relief escaping his parted lips as his hand grasped at his throbbing base.

You flashed in his thoughts. Your skin that was soft against his fingers, your breasts that rose and fell with every breath, your pretty mouth that he wished was sucking him in deeply, then your eyes.

He had to stifle a moan by burying his face into the plush of his pillow, brows squinted in concentration and mouth open in a silent 'o'.

With a few more silent pumps, he held in a gasp as he hit his climax, his spend hitting his sheets in a sticky mess.

The next time he had crossed you was when he was on duty in the merchant's section. He was stood beside a wall, gun held securely in his hands as his eyes observed his surroundings. And despite this, despite the loud chatter and occasional children screaming as they were chased by their friends, he still couldn’t get his mind to focus.

He wants to see you again. Needs to.

He wants to feel your presence, smell your scent once again, hear your soft voice.

It was as if the universe had heard his exact thoughts, because he felt his heart leap once he spotted you within the crowd, dirty dress and small bag at your side, observing the many small stalls around you.

He watched as you held up a piece of bread, offering the lady the few coins you had left over and give that darling smile of yours.

Oh, how he loved it.

He was just about to move from his position to get closer to you, until he halted in his tracks.

A man had strode up beside you, gleaming down at you with a wide smile that you gladly returned, and Coryo couldn’t do anything but watch as his lips pressed against yours, sweet and short, but full of love.

No.

He inhaled hard, teeth clenched and averted his gaze, his eyes travelling anywhere by back to you. You were his, and his only. How dare this man - this pathetic poor man - take you from him? How dare you do this to him.

His hold on his gun tightened, yet he kept his composure. Stood back in his original place, his eyes locked onto your interlocked hands with the man he now hated.

You were his, even if you knew it or not.

His thoughts were quickly snapped away when Sejanus nudged his arm, a concerned frown etched into his features.

“You ok, Coryo? You don’t look too good.”

His annoyance was growing. Did it look like he was ok? Could he not just back off him for once? With only a small nod, Coriolanus inhaled a sharp breath.

“I just need a minute. I saw something weird at the back, might check it out,” was all he said before he began to walk off, ignoring the confused look Sejanus gave him.

When Coryo made it to the back of the markets, he found that nobody was there. Only stacks of crates and old broken pieces of wood.

Ripping his helmet off, he ran a hand through his blonde hair and clenched his fists.

It had been a few minutes with him just basking in the silence. He needed this. He needed a break, but still, he didn’t open his mouth once he felt a presence beside him.

Your presence.

You didn’t say anything, obviously aware of the change in his demeanor, yet you stayed at his side. He had to hold back from pulling you in closer when he felt your fingers graze against his arm, and he opened his eyes to meet your own.

“Coryo? You ok?” You asked gently, almost like a whisper as if anybody could hear.

He couldn’t help but to let a small grin escape.

“Fine,” was all he said, watching as your fingers traced up and down his arm in rhythmic patterns.

So oblivious, yet so sweet.

You frowned slightly at his answer, unsure of his response.

“I saw you earlier, I was going to say hi but then you walked off and Sejanus said you seemed... off. I was just checking if everything was alright?”

“Everything’s fine,” he was quick to reassure once again, and he didn't mean the sharpness to his tone.

Your smile slowly lit up, and he swore that if you were to look hard enough, you would have seen how his face went flush, how his eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes, yearning.

He couldn't help but to let the question slip. "Was that your boyfriend I saw over there?"

Your smile only grew, and as much as he loved the sight, he wasn't too pleased on as to why.

"Ryan? Yeah, we've been together for a few months now," you had said, looking over your shoulder to see if he was anywhere in sight. He wasn't.

Coryo nodded thoughtfully. "You looked happy."

Not as much as he could make you.

"Oh yes, I am," you smiled, and tugged on his arm. "Let me introduce you!"

He felt his heart pounding against his rib cage when you tugged on his hand, your hand fitting his perfectly.

Hesitantly, he pulled his arm back and out from your grasp.

"Maybe next time," he brushed you off. "I'm still on duty and I'm not feeling the best at the moment," he lied, hiding the fact that he hoped to just keep distance from the man.

Coryo felt a pang of guilt once your face changed from excitement to disappointment, and he resisted the urge to tug your hand back and tell you he'd come purely just for you.

Then the day came he had been dreading since the beginning. He had absolutely no desire nor intention of bumping into the man - but when Ryan had been pushed into Coriolanus' side at another busy night of the Hob, he couldn't have hated it more.

"You're Coriolanus, right? Y/N's told me heaps about you," Ryan said, his arm outstretching in order to give Coryo a handshake, although Coryo merely glanced down at his hanging hand which he awkwardly retrieved back.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Look, uh, mate... I'm glad Y/N has somebody else she can come to, but I can't help but think maybe it's a little... too much."

Coriolanus felt a spike of hatred flaring within his chest. Nothing would ever stop him from getting closer to you, even if it were to be your boyfriend.

He continued. "Just thought that maybe we could tone it down a bit? Y/N likes you, and I don't want to take that friendship from her," he finished.

If Coryo didn't hate this guy before, he definitely did now. He swore his blood would boil over if he was left alone with this guy any longer - maybe even get one of Dr Gauls terrifying mutts to get rid of him. But no, she would never approve, despite her sickened mind, and of course he'd never wish your precious eyes to lay on sight of his mutilated body.

He'd just have to do it himself.

It was him who had to tell you the tragic news, and he watched as your eyes welled in tears and your heart ached, your cries and please for your now ‘ex-boyfriend’ to come back to you were filled with emotion. Coriolanus had to resist the satisfied smile forming upon his lips as you clung to him for support, your face buried in the fabric of his uniform and soaking up your warm tears.

Even when you hiccuped and sobbed, he still saw you as beautiful. All his. He let his fingers weave through your hair and whispered reassuring words into your ear… your body was shaking within his grasp, and Corio couldn’t help but love how much smaller your body was compared to his.

Coryo finally had you, and he loved it.

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