#LIKE. no. I’m sorry but no. fuck that I’m out.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: The Fawn Instinct.

Pairing: Yandere!BatFam x Reader (DC).

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: Implied Non/Con, Implied Dub/Con, Kidnapping, Prolonged Captivity, Social Isolation, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, and No Actual Incest, But Boy If Those Freaks Aren't Trying. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

If it’d only been Bruce, you might’ve been able to live with it.

You didn’t love him, but you could imagine a world where you tried to. Most of it was circumstance; as upset as you were about the whole kidnapping thing, it wasn’t exactly a Herculean feat to endear yourself to the idea of being a handsome vigilante millionaire’s stay-at-home captive-spouse. You had no room in your heart for the stoic, reclusive, untouchable Bruce Wayne, but you could remember the adoration you’d once held for your masked hometown hero, the pride that’d once given you the force of will to all-but carry a half-conscious man in a torn cowl and a familiar suit into your apartment and lie to the cops when they came knocking. If the conditions had been different, if he’d spent a little more time as something more intimate than a stranger and a little less damning than a captor, then maybe, you could convince yourself to love him. Or, convince yourself to try, at least.

But, the conditions weren’t different, and you’d never quite had the time you would’ve needed to align Bruce Wayne with his more heroic alter ego. It’d been doomed from the start – Icarus jumping from his tower, already knowing his wings were destined to fall apart.

That aside, though, there was the more glaring issue: all his fucking kids.

Calling them kids might’ve been too generous, actually. Only Damian and Duke were younger than eighteen, and as far as you were concerned, they were your saving graces – Duke for meeting the bare minimum requirements for human decency and Damian for adamantly denying you were anything but an unwanted burden on his father. The rest were more-or-less adults, as little as you wanted to acknowledge the nonexistent age-gap between you and your gaggle of stepchildren. They were grown. They should’ve known better.

Tim, for example. He had to be… what? Nineteen? It wasn’t the pinnacle of maturity, sure, but he should’ve known you’d be able to hear your own sheets rustling through the bedroom door, should’ve assumed that you’d know he’d know Bruce would be out on patrol until sunrise. He should’ve known to wait until you were in another wing of the sprawling Wayne estate, somewhere far away from the master bedroom, or better yet, skipped rummaging through your things entirely. You knew better than to dream, though.

The door was still shut, but what was happening behind it and who was responsible were both foregone conclusions.  It was Tim, because of course it was Tim, and he going through your meager possessions, because what else would he wait until Bruce was gone to do? Cringing, you rested your shoulder against the steady wood and knocked gingerly. “…Drake? Are you in there?”

Immediately, the rustling stopped. You went on. “I think Bruce is out, if you need him. Is there something you’re trying to find?”

It was a good out. An easy out. Thankfully, he was smart enough to take the bait. A few seconds later, the door cracked, a disheveled Tim emerging with a dark blush spread over his pale cheeks and his hands shoved conspicuously deep into the pockets of his hoodie. It was a struggle not to roll your eyes. He couldn’t have been more obvious if he’d come out with his dick still in his hand.

Your cheeks ached as you put on your dozenth unstrained, unworried, everything’s-fine-because-why-wouldn’t-it-be smile of the day and moved aside to let him out. “I’ll let him know you were looking for him when he gets home,” you assured, like you couldn’t see the way his bright eyes were fixed to the carpeting. “I’m sorry I can’t be more help. You all are just so heroic – it’s still a little hard to believe I’m a part of this at all.”

“You’re perfect,” he muttered, and you pretended not to hear him, cocking your head to the side. When he corrected himself, his voice was a bit louder, a bit clearer. “Don’t worry, I… I found what I was looking for. You don’t have to bother Bruce.”

“Oh, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. He’s so proud of you and your siblings, after all – it’s practically all he talks about.” A lie, but a fair one to tell. There was no reason Tim should have to know Bruce spent the majority of your time alone with his teeth buried somewhere in your neck, muttering paranoid fantasies about how many different ways you could be killed, mutilated, or otherwise indisposed by the members of his rouges gallery. “Honestly, sometimes, it’s hard not to feel like I’ve been here for years, rather than just a couple of months.”

You only realized your mistake when those bright eyes shot to you, suddenly wide and blown out with desperation. A hand darted towards you, and you stumbled out of the way, but not quickly enough to avoid Tim’s vice-grip on your forearm, to spare yourself the feeling of something cold and wet sinking into your sleeve. “You’re leaving?” The words seemed to slur together, spilling out too quickly to be restrained or refined. “You can’t leave. Bruce won’t be able to handle it, and Steph, she’ll—I mean, security-wise, we won’t be able to make sure you’re—”

Internally, you were keeping up a steady mantra of ‘Thisissogrossthisissogrossthisissogross.’

Externally, by some miracle, your smile never wavered, only growing sweeter as you cut him off with a chirping laugh. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, and then, after a slight lapse, “Would you mind letting go of me? It’s—uh, it’s kind of starting to hurt.”

As if on a switch, he let go of you entirely, pulling away as abruptly as he lashed out. There was a mumbled ‘I’m sorry’, and he made a swift retreat, disappearing around the next corner before you could so much as think about bringing up Bruce, again. You watched him go, only letting your expression fall once you were sure he was out of sight.

Without further caution, you slipped into your bedroom, glazing over the mess of pulled-out drawers, overturned clothes and scattered dirty laundry in favor of falling into bed, rolling onto your chest, and screaming into your pillow as loudly and for as long as your lungs would allow.

~

You tried your best never to be alone. It was a little draining, to be honest – having to keep a running chart in the back of your mind of who you could trust and who you couldn’t, constantly trying to guess whether it’d be safer to be alone with someone or if you were better off taking your chances on your own – but you’d learned your lesson the first time you’d fallen asleep in the Wayne’s at-home movie theater and woken up to Cassandra spread over you like a human weighted blanket, staring unblinkingly at your face and playing half-consciously with your hair. You tried not to leave yourself unguarded, after that.

Alfred was your first choice, Barbra your second, with Bruce as a distant third. Sometimes, you could get away with loitering near Damian (something you hated nearly as much as he did – you could only stand to be addressed as his father’s “jezebel lover” so many times), but Bruce was at one of Damian’s school events, leaving them both conveniently unavailable, and Alfred would be locked inside of his underground shooting range for another hour and a half, an activity you knew better than to interrupt. Meaning, you were on your own.

Meaning, you’d picked a very bad time to need something to drink.

The kitchen was deathly quiet, but you still made an effort to keep your head on a swivel as you made your way carefully to a corner cabinet, like stepping on the wrong tile would trigger a pit trap, or a flurry of arrows, or one of another million terrible things you hadn’t thought were possible before Bruce dedicated himself so entirely to proving you wrong. Mentally, you reviewed your haphazardly assembled schedule as you fumbled with the wood paneling and reached for a mug from the highest shelf. Tim was definitely out, touring local colleges on Bruce’s behest, Step was supposed to be in class, and Dick—

Your fingertips made contact with cool ceramic half a second before another, larger palm wrapped around yours, a broad chest pressing into your back as your mug was stolen out of your hand. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

And Dick was on bed rest with three broken ribs. Right. Of course.

You really shouldn’t have bothered leaving your room at all. Suddenly, dehydration didn’t sound like such a bad way to go.

“Let me get that, baby bird.” You cringed at the petname, but nodded, letting Dick confiscate your mug and with it, your ability to make a swift exit from a conversation you’d rather not have. “Green tea, right? I know it’s your favorite.”

“On the mark as always, Dick.” There was just enough enthusiasm in your voice to overshadow the despair. You waited until you heard the muted click of an electric kettle before turning around and settling against the counter. “I wish you wouldn’t dote on me, though. I already feel useless enough as it is.”

“Don’t sweat it, I’ve been going stir-crazy all week.” He flashed you a quick smile – tooth and beaming – before pulling open the silverware drawer and rummaging through it, like Alfred would keep his teabags with his cutlery. He was topless, wearing the same pair of black sweatpants he must’ve slept in. He didn’t plan to go out, clearly, and it wasn’t like you had much of an alternative. “This is just the basics, too. For a while there, I had your breakfast, lunch, and midnight snack preferences memorized.”

You forced yourself to smile, albeit, not as brightly as him. “…did you, now?”

“Mhm. B had us running in-person surveillance before he finally bit the bullet and brought you home, and—” He cut himself off with a sudden laugh, shaking his head. “And, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that part. Oops.”

Mercifully, the kettle whistled before you could start to consider the implications, and you reached behind you, fishing two bags out of a teacup-shaped jar. It was easy enough to edge him out of the way, but not having to worry about pretending he’d ever made himself a cup of tea meant he could devote more of his energy to talking, so you still managed to lose, in the end. “He’s stingier with the surveillance footage, now. I’ve never seen him so jealous.”

“He can definitely be a little overprotective.”

You tried to keep your tone even, polite, but Dick was like his siblings – quick to action and slow to take a hint. A hand curled around the counter next to you, and you dumped an extra spoonful of sugar into the darkening water. “It’s just us in the manor, right?”

Another spoonful, just to be safe. “I think Alfred is—”

“Out for the day. Wayne Enterprise emergency – I let him know as soon as he finished down in the range.” In your peripheral, you watched his other hand come to rest on your opposite side, caging you in. “I wouldn’t mind the company, if you were starting to get lonely.”

Another spoonful. It’d be too sweet to drink, but anything not to have to look at him. “I’m afraid wouldn’t be a lot of fun, Grayson. Honestly, I was just planning on getting a little sle—”

“That’s perfect,” he cut in, too eager to wait his turn. “I’m a great cuddler.”

You curled your hand around your mug, hoping the warmth would be enough to ground you. Instead, it only burnt your palm, and for a second, you could imagine a world where your teeth weren’t buried in the plush of your cheek, where you didn’t have to remind yourself that turning around and splashing boiling-hot water on an all-but superhero’s face wasn’t a good idea. For a second, you genuinely considered it.

And then, a sound not totally dissimilar to thunder filled the kitchen; loud enough to leave your ears ringing and your adrenaline spiked. You flinched into yourself, but it only took a moment for fear to shift to relief as you noticed the bullet lodged into the wood less than an inch from your head. Your expression lit up just as Dick’s fell.

Without waiting for him to let you go, you slipped away – sprinting across the kitchen and throwing yourself into Jason’s – brave, bold, beautiful Jason – chest. He caught you one hand and finished re-holstering his handgun with the other, laughing as you hugged him as tightly as you could manage. Dick huffed, playful offense failing to mask real agitation, and you felt Jason brace against you. “Jerk off and shut the fuck up, Oedipus.”

Dick’s smile turned uneasy. “It’s good to see you too, man.”

“I didn’t come here for you,” he snapped, as short-tempered with his siblings as you wished you could be. He looked down, holding you that much tighter. “How’s my best girl holding up?”

“I’m just fine, Jason. I do think we have to have a talk about how you treat your brother, though.” You glanced over your shoulder to Dick. “A little privacy? You really ought to be staying off your feet, too.”

Reluctantly, Dick slinked out of the kitchen, hesitant to go but eager to nurse his wounds. You only went on once you were sure he was gone.

“It’s been awful. I found another hidden camera in my bedroom, and I think Tim’s tapping my—”

“I’ll do a sweep.”

He let you go, but you caught his arm. “Please, I know it’s important, but—” You cut yourself off, swallowing. It was irrational – the way you let your guard down so quickly around Jason. The mask never slipped around anyone else, whether you were afraid of them or they were one of your rare, precious exceptions. Jason existed outside of the Wayne family, though, outside of Bruce’s corrupting influence. He wasn’t going to hurt you. More importantly, he wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt you, either.

“But I really don’t want to think about that, right now,” you finished. “Just… just for a little while, alright? I don’t want to constantly feel like I’m walking on eggshells, at least not while you’re here.”

Jason stood strong for all of three seconds. With the fourth, he sighed, buckled, and shook his head, his exasperation brimming with affection. “How long until Bruce gets home?”

“Six more hours. He’s not due to check-in for another three.”

“I’ve got my bike out front. How do you think he’d feel about a joy ride?”

And just like that, you lit up. “It’d give him a heart attack.”

Jason pulled you close, kissing the top of your head.

“Perfect.”

~

Unfortunately, Jason’s visits were few and far between. You had to find ways of fending for yourself, in the downtime.

“I miss the city.”

Bruce glanced over his shoulder, gaze flickering over you before returning to the buttons of his dress-shirt. You sunk that much deeper into the mess of sheets and pillows, taking some small amount of solace in the way the cool silk felt against your warm skin.

(Sex wasn’t something Bruce came to you for often, but when he did, you gave it to him willingly, albeit with no more enthusiasm than was absolutely necessary. You rarely enjoyed it and always regretted everything you did or said during the act, but it was better than the alternative. Part of you trusted him, trusted Batman, enough to believe that he’d take your refusal for what it was, that you wouldn’t have to say anything more than ‘no’. The remaining overwhelming majority was able to look around you, to remember the way he’d held you down as he forced a needle stocked with medical-grade sedatives into your throat, and recognize that your opinion probably didn’t mean very much to him. Still, you couldn’t let things get that bad. Even if you had to surrender every other facet of your being, you couldn’t let things get that bad.)

“You hated the city. You said your landlord was a tyrant and that even the criminals were living paycheck-to-paycheck.” And then, after a second of thought, “And that there were more rats in Gotham than people.”

“Well, he was, they are, and you know I love animals.” You pushed yourself up, keeping a sheet bunched against your chest as you slumped against the headboard. “I was tired and overworked – you could see that. But, things would be different if I was staying with, say, my wealthy trillionaire boyfriend in one of the penthouse apartments that I know he has because his youngest son got in trouble for bragging about them in school last week?”

Bringing up his kids was a dirty tactic – the fastest way to get Bruce’s undivided attention. This time, when his eyes shifted in your direction, they stayed there, and he made his way back to your side of the bed. He collapsed next to you and, with no resistance on your end, pulled you into his lap. He didn’t seem to care whether or not his immaculately tailored, freshly pressed suit was creased in the process, but you did your best not to squirm. “You want to leave the manor?”

The first half of a frown tugged at the corner of your lips. “That’s not what I—”

“Elevated pulse, avoidant eye-contact,” he muttered. “Something’s bothering you.”

It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t wrong, either, but still. You would’ve preferred to be asked.

“…it’s your family,” you admitted, feigning guilt. “They’re all—” Horny, depressed, creepy little orphans. “—great kids, but it’s just been so much so quickly, and I think it… I think it might’ve been too much too quickly. For them and for me.”

“They adore you, if that’s what you’re worried about. Dick was close to moving back in when I decided it was too dangerous to leave you to your own devices.”

You melted into his chest, sighing. Reflexively, he curled around you – a good thing, if a bit claustrophobic. Bruce liked feeling like a shield between you and harm, between you and the world he couldn’t control. Hopefully, eventually, he’d realize he had more to shield you from than greedy landlords and villains who always seemed to be just out of sight. “It’s not that easy. It’s just been such a rocky adjustment period, and…” You curled your hand around his wrist and squeezed, hoping the force would be enough to communicate what you couldn’t put a word to. “I’m really afraid something bad might happen, Bruce.”

For a moment, he seemed to consider it. There was a kiss to your shoulder, solemn and lingering, then another to your cheek, more fleeting. “I’ll talk to them. They’ll give you space, if they’re told to.”

If he told them to. You doubted you held much authority, here. “And the apartment in the city? On the highest floor, tall enough to see from Gotham to New York?”

Bruce smiled, and your heart soared.

Then, he started talking, and it crashed back down, dying upon impact. “Once I know it’s safe for you, sweetheart.”

There was another kiss, this one to the nape of your neck, then another, lower down on your spine. A calloused hand slipped underneath the sheet still hugged against your chest, and you allowed it to.

Honestly, it would’ve been kinder if he’d cut you into pieces and fed you to the wolves himself.

~

You made a run for it as soon as the arguing started.

Arguing, not yelling – the distinction was minor, but significant. Yelling would’ve meant an injury, or a mission gone wrong, or something else that signaled a sudden complication that couldn’t be smoothed over with sugar-sweet sentimentality or orders issues with an ice-cold strictness. Yelling would’ve meant Bruce didn’t mind letting you overhear, which usually meant you didn’t need to be involved. Arguing, all hushed whispers and hissed explanations and vague warnings, was different. Arguing meant, more often than not, that they were arguing about you.

It was Tim’s fault, as far as you could tell. Barbara had been the one to find the conspicuously encrypted file on one of Dick’s civilian devices, the one to mention it to Stephanie as a point of concern who went to Tim within the hour, but it was still his fault. He’d gotten Bruce involved, let his need for approval tip the tenuously balanced scales that kept his family whole and you safe. He’d talked them all into waiting until Dick was close enough to confront in-person, stopping by for his weekly equipment pick-up and check-in. He was the reason you’d gotten close enough to hear something about ‘pictures’ and ‘inappropriate use of reconnaissance material’ before fleeing to the mansion’s foyer – the only part of the house you could be sure wasn’t occupied. If you were lucky, you’d only be there for half an hour or so, enough time for them to compromise on some non-solution and return to your carefully maintained status quo. If you weren’t, you’d spend the early hours of the morning—

Something small but forceful hit the nearest window, shortly followed by another projectile, then another. The glass was too thick and the world outside too dark to make anything out, but you didn’t need to see anything to know who’d come to your rescue.

Jason.

You rushed to the door, then hesitated. Jason would only get a slap on the wrist for luring you out of the estate, and Bruce could never bring himself to be that strict with you, but now might’ve been a bad time. Tensions were already running high. Your little disappearing act wouldn’t—

A sudden rush of footsteps clattering through the ceiling from the floor above you, hushed voices raised just to the point of audibility. None of it was entirely coherent, but Dick’s came the closest. You managed to make out a half-choked “If you’d just let me—” before someone cut him off.

With your better judgement reduced to buzzing static, you pried open the closer of a pair of huge, mahogany doors and slipped out of the estate entirely.

Of course, Jason was waiting outside, a small stock of pebbles still in his left hand and, of course, you threw yourself at him, letting him catch and spin you twice before setting you back onto your feet with an airy laugh. A pitch-black sports car was waiting at the end of the driveway, the engine purring loudly enough to drown the rest of the world out. “Rough night?”

“You have no fucking idea,” you muttered, breathless. “I don’t care where we go, just get me out of here.”

There was a reason Jason was your favorite. There was no argument, no prying, just his arm around your waist as he herded you into the passenger seat. Fifteen minutes and a little over fifty miles later, the mansion was little more than a dull glow on the horizon, and you could pretend you’d stopped thinking about Bruce entirely.

There was no effort to make conversation, as bad as you felt about pulling Jason into your prolonged tryst with self-pity. Instead, you sunk into the leather of his seat and fixed your gaze on the passing landscape, clinging to any detail you were able to latch onto as it flew by. It was possible, between the subways and boarded-over windows and perpetually overcast skies, to go days without seeing the sun in Gotham. Still, your life had felt brighter there than it ever did in Bruce’s estate.

Jason turned down a road you didn’t recognize, and you managed to find your voice. “Are we going into the city?”

“Even better.” He flashed you a smile, the engine purring as he accelerated. “You’ll like it, I promise. Just sit tight.”

As if you had much of a choice.

Road gave way to forest, forest to empty plains, and empty plains to the dilapidated remains of what you could only label as a long-abandoned amusement park – like Disney World if there’d been some terrible, possibly nuclear accident followed by twenty or so years of absolute neglect. Jason’s car glided past the rusted remains of an iron gate, past the corpses of rides buckled under their own weight, and came to a stop in front of a paint-stripped merry-go-round almost entirely sheeted be vines and weeds and overgrowth. You let out a low whistle as he threw the gear shift into park and, for the first time in any vehicle you’d ever shared with him, pulled his keys out of the ignition. He’d always left the engine running while visiting the mansion, but then again, you’d always been pretty eager to make a hasty escape, too.

“I love it, Jason. I’ve always wanted to get tetanus from a broken down carnival.”

“A fair, actually,” he corrected, slipping his keys into his jacket pocket. Like he expected you to try and steal them while his back was turned, or something. “My parents used to take me here, before I met B. There weren’t a lot of Ferris wheels after that.”

There was a short lapse, the sound of lips moving against teeth. You made the mistake of humming, of glancing over to him, of leaving yourself open for another question, and Jason, as nice as he was, was more than happy to take advantage of you. “So, when did you and B start…”

He trailed off, drumming his fingers against the wheel. You filled in the rest with a breathy chuckle. “When did I start sleeping with your dad?”

He jabbed an elbow into your side. “First of all, you can admit you’re fucking him or call him my dad, but you’ve gotta pick one.” You opened your mouth, already ready to spit out some dumb joke about what Bruce would’ve preferred to be called, but Jason cut in, sniping your stupid joke out of the air. “Secondly, answer the question. I get enough of your diversions back at home.”

“Being a buzzkill must run in family,” you sighed, but gave in quickly enough. “It happened once before the whole kidnapping thing, when he was staying at my apartment and sleeping off a broken leg. I hadn’t even seen him without his mask on at that point, but I figured it was a sign – destiny, or something.” You did your best to smile, slumping against the door. “It was dumb. He gave me a couple weeks after bringing me to the estate, mostly because of the crying and stuff, but things started up again pretty quickly.”

“Do you… like it?”

“Do you like asking about your dad’s sex life?” He flinched back, and laughing, you went on. “I guess I don’t care. There’s not a lot else to do.” You swallowed. “Would it matter if I didn’t?”

For someone with so many questions, he didn’t leave a lot of time for yours, the hypocrite. Moving on swiftly, he asked, “And the others, have they…?”

“No.” And then, after a beat, “Not yet.”

He seemed to relax, at that. His back was still straight, his shoulders still squared, but his grip on the wheel loosened, his jaw unclenching ever so slightly. You tried the handle – locked. Obviously. As if you’d ever get that lucky.

His voice was soft, sweet. The kind of tone you’d use on a child, or an animal, or a doll. “This would probably be easier in the backseat, right?”

“Let me out.”

“So you can go where,baby? It’s just us out here.” He laughed, resting a hand on your thigh. You slammed your shoulder into the door. It didn’t budge. “Hey, hey, this doesn’t need to get rough. I’m not going to be like Dick. The others – they’ll do it wrong, treat you like a cut of meat they have to get to before anybody else. I just need to make sure you get out of this in one piece.”

Nails embedded in leather, body crammed as far from him as you could force it be. You weren’t hyperventilating, but only because you’d stopped breathing entirely. “Let me out, Jason.”

“I love the way you say my name. It’s pretty, and delicate – just like you.” He sighed, shook his head. “I know you don’t get it, but I’m just trying to take care of you, like you’ve been taking care of me for the past few—”

“Stop acting like I’m your mom.” A sob fractured the final syllable, another bubbling up from deep in your chest a moment later. Your body was beyond the point of rationality, but the soft, preservational part of your mind wasn’t so beyond the point of seeking refuge. There was a way out of this, as ghoulish as it seemed. You couldn’t stop it from happening, but you could make it better. You’d regret it in an hour, when it came time to explain yourself to Bruce, but what happened in an hour didn’t matter, not if you couldn’t survive the next few minutes.

You might’ve done it, too – or, you might’ve tried, at least. You wanted to. You planned to. And yet, when you opened your mouth, there was only one thing you could seem to say. “I don’t want to do this, Jason.”

His nails bit into your thigh, his smile easing at the corners. For a second, you almost thought he’d pull away. For a second, you almost thought he’d sigh, straighten back up, and admit this was all part of some cruel, unfunny joke that the two of you would remember fondly, later on.

Then, he laughed and leaned forward, lips brushing against the top of your head. You felt him speak before you heard his voice, but the cloying reverberation alone was enough to tell you that you would’ve been better off never saying anything at all.

“Welcome to the family, sweetheart.”

[zvdvdlvr]

Insatiable + Viktor

Synopsis. You bring Viktor home from a long day in the lab. He wakes up and finds himself needing you.

A/n. No specified gender/genitalia of reader.

Viktor ignored the small voice in his head that tried to tell him to go home. “Just a few more minutes,” he murmured aloud. His fingers tinkered with the project in front of him.

“What’d you say?”

Viktor whipped around to see your lanky build leaning against a desk. He relaxed as you tilted your head with your familiar smile. “I- I missed you, my darling,” he whispered, rising to his feet. He hobbled into your arms and felt his weight sag against you. “I didn’t realize how tired I am.”

You shushed him and carded your finger through his hair. “I’ve been telling you, V. You need to care for yourself,” you coo into his ear. He relaxes completely, leaving you steady on your feet with his freakishly tall body in your arms. “But I admit, I love taking care of you.”

Viktor exhaled shakily. “Y/n?”

You hum.

He nuzzles his face into your neck and breathes in your scent. “Will you take me home?”

“Of course, my love.”

It’s the middle of the night when Viktor wakes, arms latched onto your strong form. Visions of the dream previously flickering behind his eyelids make him pant heavily as he looks down to see his pelvis grinding down  between your legs.

“Fuck,” he croaks, wrapping his arms around your neck as he degrades himself for taking advantage of you while you slept. “I’m sorry, my lover.”

Viktor’s hips move slightly fast as your hands unconsciously grip Viltor’s waist. “Y/n, please.”

You blink awake. Viktor’s pathetic humping had been the actions to wake you instead of his quiet pleads. “You’re so needy,” you inform him wryly. Your head fell back to the pillow under you. “I can’t even sleep without-“

“Y/n, I need you,” Viktor pleads, leaving kisses from your exposed neck all the way up to your eyelids. “Please give me what I need.”

Viktor’s hips stutter. His breath catches in his throat as your hands trace down his back to squeeze his ass. “You have me right here, Vik. Take what you need,” you coo in his ear.

At your breathy words, Viktor whines as he pistons his hips down. “Ple-Please y/n,” he whimpers. “Talk to me, tell me- tell me I’m yours.” 

You look at the famous, world-renowned scientist in front of you and wonder how you were blessed with the ability to turn him into the pitiful, whining, horny man in front of you. “You need my voice, is that it? I love how much you need me Viktor… I love you, Viktor.” He smothers a particularly loud groan by shoving his face into your shoulder. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? You don’t need to tell me, V. I know what my good boy likes.”

Just to tease him, you buck your hips up to grind onto his core. “Y/n!” He cries out, chasing your heat. “Fuck,” he whines.

“So reactive,” you murmur absently. “You’re doing so well, Viktor, so good for me.”

“Please, y/n, I need you. I ca-I can’t cum without you.” Tears leak from his eyes as his movements turn jerky and desperate. “Help me, please.”

You click your tongue. “Oh, Vik. This is how I feel when you’re off in your lab every day and every night. I’m showing you mercy by just being here, my love,” you tell him. “If you make yourself cum right now, I promise I’ll fuck you so good you won’t know any other words than thank you,” you coo. He sinks his teeth into your flesh as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“I’m going- I’m- y/n,” Viktor rambles as his hips unceasingly grind on you. “Y/n!”

His arms tighten around you as he spills his cum into his pants. Viktor is temporarily free from the pain in his leg as his legs twitch. “I love you,” Viktor slurs in your ear, feeling you roll on top of him. “I need more…”

You pull away from him to see how pretty he looks underneath you. The moon glinted in his eyes, and his list was evident in his gaze. As your nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants, you let him pull you back down to his lips in a lazy kiss. “Insatiable,” you chide when you pull away for air.

Viktor pulls your shirt off of your body. “I just crave you. In every way, all the time, unceasingly.”

You chuckle and grasp his chin. “I love you too, Viktor.”

[shawtuzi]

STICKY! STICKY! STICKY! FT. EREN YEAGER & SUGURU GETO

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ paring: bfs!suguru and eren x black coded fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw include: reader is ovulating jus like me, eren gets left out for a little bit but they make it up to him <3, needy!reader, whiny!sugu, some fondling, unprotected sex, they get caught by eren :0, sleepy eren, eren fucks you while you jerk off sugu, eren and sugu share a kiss, three way kiss, creampie, sugu cums on your pussy, oral f!receiving, a wee bit of aftercare. wc: 2.6k (this is not proofread so sorry bout that) mdni boarder credit: @/cafekitsune

‘suguru….? wake up, please’ *hiccup*

suguru let out a low hum, his thick brows scrunching as he cracked one eye open. you were practically touching noses with him, your lips turned into a deep pout. the faint smell of your peach scented body wash wafted into his nose, stirring him awake even more.

“what’s wrong princess?” he grumbled, blindly reaching out for your soft body. you cuddle more into his side, your lips immediately attaching to his jaw to pepper it in kisses. suguru’s lashes fluttered, his eyes now open completely. “i need you sugu, m’hurting down there,” your voice was still raspy with sleep, a whimper bubbling in your throat.

suguru’s hips jumped forward when you pressed your bottom half into his thigh, the heat from your pussy had his dick stirring in his sweats. “mmph, can’t you wait till the morning when eren is awake? you know he doesn’t like to be left out,” suguru whispered into your neck, squeezing the plushness of your hips.

he had a point—eren did not like to be left out when it came to being intimate with one another. it’s not like he got angry—on the contrary he’d be very pouty about it.

“but i’m ovulatinggg, don’t you feel how wet i am sugu?” you ground you pussy into his thigh the tiniest bit, your slick seeping through your panties and onto his thigh. suguru sucked in a breath through his nose, his eyes flitting over to eren’s sleeping figure. he’ll be quick. he’ll make you cum on his fingers real fast and put you back to sleep. easy.

“come with me,” he whispered, swiftly scooting out of bed, careful to not wake eren. you crawled off the bed, immediately latching to suguru’s side. he guided you to the bathroom, quick to hush your whines once you made it.

suguru lifted you with ease, setting you on the sink. his lips smushed into yours when he heard you squeak, “s-sorry it’s—ah, cold.”

he ran his warm hands over the tops of your thighs, his thumbs brushing over your panty clad pussy. “f-fuck, so wet, baby. what’s got you so worked up honey?” suguru cooed, his finger pulling the crotch of your panties forward before letting it snap back into place. a dewy wet sound echoed throughout the bathroom, making you whimper.

your lips trembled, your clammy hands wrapping around his wrists. “i had a dream about you n’ ren a-and then i woke up all wet. renny had such a long day at work i *sniffle* didn’t wanna disturb him,” before you knew it tears began to fill your lash line. you were always a crybaby when you were this needy.

suguru hummed, his thumb rubbing up and down over your slit, the soft cotton of your panties now rubbing deliciously over your swollen nub. “m’gonna make you cum on my fingers then we gotta go back to sleep, okay?” suguru whispered into your ear, his thumb now rubbing slowww circles over your clit.

your bottom half bucked into suguru’s touch, a dribble of your essence seeping into your already beyond soaked panties. suguru pulled your panties to the side, a gasp catching in his throat at how puffy n’ swollen your pussy was. your clit stood out from between your lips, practically begging him to wrap his lips around the bud. “t-touch me sugu,” you whined, a stray tear falling from your eye and onto your cheek that was still puffy from sleep.

geto kissed the tear away, two of his fingers now pushing between your slippery folds. you preened into his touch, burying your face in his warm, naked chest. suguru rubbed sloppy circles over your clit, his teeth clamping onto his bottom lip so hard it almost drew blood. just a taste won’t hurt right?

no, no, he had to focus. this wasn’t about him it was about you, and getting you back to sleep as soon as possible.

“s’not enough sugu, n-need your mouth or dick pleaseee.” suguru’s dick throbbed in his sweats, the leaky tip smearing against the soft fabric—he always slept commando. he sucked in a sharp breath when he felt your warm tongue wrap around his nipple, swirling around the bud until his forehead fell pitifully against the crown of your head. “b-but what about ren? i already feel bad en—”

“we’ll make it up to him,” you cut suguru off, cradling his face in your soft hands, “you know he can’t stay mad at us for too long.” you did have a point….

suguru whimpered, his hips bucking forward when you pawed at his clothed erection. “feels so hot, even over your sweats sugu,” you licked at your lips, squeezing his dick. “mmph! o-okay okay, take it p-please,” geto hissed, his heart beating faster once you finally pulled his dick out of its confinements.

“o-oh shit!” suguru gasped rather violently, your hand quickly slapping over his mouth at his sudden outburst. he mewled into your hand, his eyes apologetic. you were just so fucking wet. the second he slipped into your warmth it was as if he was having an out of body experience. your pussy throbbed around his tip, a drizzle of your essence trickling down the base.

you slowly removed your hand from suguru’s mouth, his lips smashing into yours seconds after. he whimpered into your mouth, his hips pushing forward a couple inches. “gotta be quiet sugu,” you moaned softly, your fingers threading into his hair, messing up his bun more than it already was. “i know, i know m’sorry baby,” he pushed in the final inches of his dick, his rough hands gripping onto your thighs for stability.

each time geto pulled out a dewy, squelching sound followed. your wetness dripped onto the counter and the floor but neither of you could find it in yourselves to care about the mess. suguru looked down to where your bodies connected, his eyes turning into hearts watching how greedily your pussy sucked him back in.

“f-faster sugu, faster,” you mewled, your lips latching onto his chest once more. suguru shook his head rapidly, a groan bubbling in his throat when you started to suck on his nipple. “i can’tttt baby, i-it wasn’t even supposed to go this far.”

“what are you guys doing?”

you and suguru both froze, his dick still fully sheathed inside you. you heard footsteps get closer until they stopped at the bathroom door.

“sugu?”

suguru turned his head to lock eyes with eren. his hair was a mess, hair sticking out in all directions from his bun. his eyes were still puffy with sleep, a deep pout etched onto his lips.

“you’re fooling around without me?” eren rasped, stepping closer to the both of you. your hand immediately went forward to tuck his hair behind his ear, his cheek nuzzling into your palm. “m’sorry ren, it was an emergency and you were so sleepy i didn’t wanna wake you,” your voice was as sweet as honey as you spoke to him, your thumb caressing the apple of his cheek.

“l-look at how swollen she is renny,” suguru pulled out just the tiniest bit to show eren how puffy your pussy was. eren hummed, his hand reaching between your bodies to rub at your clit. suguru’s hips stuttered forward when you clenched around him making eren let out a deep chuckle. “keep going.”

suguru didn’t waste another second, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward. your hands gripped onto the porcelain counter, eyes flitting to the growing bulge in eren’s boxers. suguru followed your eyes, his heart feeling heavy when he saw how hard eren was.

“h-here ren, you take over. got her all nice n’ stretched out for ya,” suguru pressed a quick peck to eren’s neck before slowly pulling out, a whine bubbling in his throat at the loss of warmth.

eren yanked down his boxers with a grunt, a tired smirk coming onto his face at the obscene wet sounds your pussy made just from him slapping his tip against it. “jerk him off for me princess,” eren hummed, finally slipping into your tight heat. his forehead fell against your shoulder, baby hairs tickling the side of your face. your head tilted back, thudding softly against the mirror behind you.

“c-c’mere sugu,” you blindly reached out for him, gasping when you felt how hard he was in your hand. he dick was still wet from previously being inside you, but eren being the sweet bf he was pulled his face out of your neck and turned his head to let a glob of spit fall onto suguru’s base. suguru whimpered, his hips thrusting into your hand. “thank you ren.”

“no problem babe,” eren grunted, his cheeks flaming hot at the sudden nickname he called suguru. suguru bit down a smile, his cheeks turning the same shade of pink as eren’s. “you guys are so cute—ah!” your toes curled when eren gave you a particularly harsh thrust, his dick bumping into that special spongy spot deep inside you.

the sloshing of your soaked pussy echoed throughout the entire bathroom, a thick sheen of your cream coating the base of eren’s dick. “f-fuck so wet baby, you shoulda woke me up,” eren grunted into your neck, licking and sucking at the sweaty skin. you nodded, tears brimming your eyes once again, “i know, i know, i-i’m sorry renny. we both are,” you cried out, your hand tightening around suguru’s dick.

suguru felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs when you squeezed his tip rather roughly, his head falling forward. “is that true sugu? you just as sorry as she is?” eren turned his head slightly to look at suguru, his hand running gently down his toned back, goosebumps rising in their wake.

suguru nodded his head rapidly, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried his absolute best not to bust all over your hand. “y-yes eren, i knew better m’sorry.”

“awww heh it’s okay sugu, i know the only thing you’re good at thinking with is your dick—hah! especially when it comes to her,” eren chuckled, gripping your jaw between his fingers. “give her a kiss, make it messy.”

suguru leant forward, smashing his swollen lips against yours. you parted your lips allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. you ran your thumb over his slit and that’s what had suguru moaning loudly into your mouth, a stray shot of his cum landing on your palm. “don’t you dare fucking finish, not until i say so,” eren growled, tightening his grip on your jaw. even when he was so so sleepy he still remained his dominant self.

“s-sorry ren,” suguru panted against your mouth, his eyes squeezing shut to stop himself from cumming anymore. his lower half felt as if it was gonna combust into pieces, his leaky tip smearing pre all over the tips of your fingers. “good boy,” eren grunted, pulling his hips all the way back before slamming forward.

his strokes were fast, yet precise, bumping into your special spot with each brutal thrust. “f—huck ren!” your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head when eren forced his way into you and sugu’s kiss, his tongue entangling with yours. sure, it was messy, but it was also one of the hottest kisses you or suguru ever experienced.

“eren please i-i, fuck, i can’t h-hold it much longer. please lemme cummm, i don’t wanna disappoint you,” suguru cried into the kiss, tears brimming his eyes. eren felt his balls tighten as the sound of suguru’s pathetic whines, a deep growl rumbling in his chest.

“j-just a little bit longer. y/n? you still with us baby?” eren tapped on your cheek, his thumb slipping into your drooling mouth. you nodded dumbly, sucking softly on eren’s thumb. your hand picked up the pace stroking suguru’s dick, the veins on the underside throbbing against your fingers.

your thighs trembled, hand slapping against eren’s back as you came with a squeal. “f-fuck, okay, okay cum now sugu. cum all over her pussy like a good boy,” eren growled, his forehead dropping against your shoulder. his thrusts were never ending, wave after wave of your cum hitting his lower abdomen.

suguru’s abs tensed, his mouth dropping open to let out a pornographic moan. his hips continued to shakily thrust into your hand, little ‘ah! ah! ah!’s slipping past his puffy lips. streaks of his cum landed messily on your mound, some dribbling onto eren’s dick, making it extra wet as he fucked into you.

eren was the last to finish, his hips slamming into yours one last time before he shot his load into you with a whine. his hips circled, milking his orgasm as much as possible before he pulled out of you abruptly with a loud squelch.

eren’s chest heaved up and down, his tongue running over his bottom lip. “clean it up sugu,” he hummed, stepping to the side, tucking his dick back in his boxers. with shaky legs suguru knelt down, his tongue immediately latching onto your swollen clit. “a-ah! c-careful sugu m’so sensitive,” you sniffled, tugging on his dark locs.

“don’t. matter of fact, make her cum again. she needs to be punished for convincing you to fool around without me,” eren smirked, crossing his arms as he leant against the doorframe. suguru hummed against your pussy, his big hands coming up to part your thighs wider. his tongue lolled out of his mouth, collecting yours and eren’s cum on his tongue. your feet kicked against his back when he shoved his tongue in your clenching hole, the muscle swiping against your gummy walls.

suguru hissed when he was suddenly tugged back roughly by his hair, his eyes flitting to eren who was standing over him. for such a big man he’d never felt so tiny under eren’s intense stare. “don’t think you’re off the hook either, m’just too tired to deal with the both of you. now make her cum.”

suguru sniffled, silently nodding his head before going back to work on your cunt. he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth, his tongue cupping your clit. his tongue gently, yet swiftly caressed your throbbing clit.

it wasn’t long before you felt your second orgasm of the night approaching, your thighs trembling around his head. with one last suck you were cumming in suguru’s mouth, waves of your essence hitting his awaiting mouth. suguru pulled away from your pussy with a lewd pop! his hand coming up to wipe his mouth.

once suguru was standing eren pulled him in for a kiss, humming at the taste of your cum on his tongue. he pulled away, a line of spit connecting their lips, “go lay down. m’gonna clean her up real quick ‘kay?” suguru nodded, letting out a yawn himself before making his way back to the bedroom.

eren retrieved a washcloth, running it under warm water before gently running it over the insides of your thighs. you whined once he reached your pussy, his lips pressing against your forehead as a silent apology. “did so good for us baby,” eren whispered against your forehead, his praise had you smiling, burying your face in his chest out of shyness.

eren chuckled, setting the washcloth aside before scooping you in his arms. you were already halfway asleep when he made it to the bedroom. suguru was passed out as well, his chest rising and falling slowly. eren laid you next to suguru, your arms absentmindedly wrapping around his sleeping form.

eren smiled to himself, quietly reaching over for his phone. he just couldn’t resist himself.

he snapped a picture of the two of you before getting into bed himself, his arm draping over your waist.

you and suguru were some of the most whiny, sex crazed people he’s ever encountered but he wouldn’t trade you both for anything in this world :((

[mr-walkingrainbow]

literally how does anyone in this fandom like Jimmy he’s literally a fucking rapist who would rather kill and manipulate innocents then word get out of his absolutely disgusting and fucked up deeds. Instead of apologizing. Or taking responsibility (which he actually fucking didn’t. Fuck the game. He ruined everyone’s lives permanently) he basically gets off Scot free for his assault. Like. Fucking curly was gonna let him the fuck go. He wasn’t gonna fucking do anything. He was literally fucking letting a rapist get away with his crime cause he was his friend. I’m sorry but high key curly deserved what he got. And Jimmy got nothing. If he didn’t kill himself he could have gotten away with it and that pisses me off

Hey mouthwashing peeps.

Y’know how Anya stole and hid the gun when she realized she was pregnant? Straight up refused to tell Curly where it was bc she didn’t want Jimmy to know where it was and get a hold of it if/when he found out?

Remember how Jimmy stormed out of the med bay when Anya told him and Curly went to find him?

Remember where Curly found him?

He was outside of the cockpit doors.

He was either on his way to the utility cabinet to get the gun or already searched it and was about to go look for it when Curly found him.

So he knew the gun was gone and that Swansea had the axe, meaning the only two weapons on the ship were out of his reach.

He crashed the ship *after* he realized he couldn’t just kill Anya, he had to kill the whole crew. We know he crashed the ship so he wouldn’t deal with the repercussions of his actions, but holy shit.

Anya was scared he’d go ballistic and she was fucking right.

[starkeysprincess]

oooo ok girl I might’ve stalked your stepbro!rafe tag and the idea that he’d have to groom you to call him daddy is so 🙂↕️ and it gave me suuuuuch a good idea !!

-so reader is studying for a test and having Rafe help her like the good big brother he is, right? and he’s got you straddled on his lap and hand under your skirt while doing flash cards.

-If you get one right, he keeps rubbing your clit, if you’re wrong, he’s spanking you. you start doing super well and he can tell you’re getting close to cumming so he decides to fuck with you a little asking you questions about himself and then “who’s the only one that makes you feel this good” and you obviously answer “you” but then “who’s your daddy” (lmfaoooo I’m sorry😭) and you just whine and say no so he’s yanking his fingers away and smacking your ass again until you can answer correctly “wrong. you know what the answer is. probably the easiest out of all these questions. just don’t wanna say it, do you, too embarrassed that you slut yourself out to your big brother huh?” and eventually you’re crying as you’re forced to tell him that it’s him so you can cum.

warning — stepcest !!!

you’re so real for the “lmfaoooo i’m sorry” bc i also giggle sometimes when i see or hear “who’s your daddy?” 😭 this…this is sooooo 😵‍💫

the way he’d get annoyed that you’re starting to get the answers right…so naturally, yeah he decides to fuck with you cause it’s what he love to do. asking you who’s making you feel good, knowing damn well what your answer is gonna be cause you hate calling him “daddy”. which, gives him no choice but to smack your ass harshly cause it’s not what he wants to hear. you whine pathetically and argue that you said the right answer, “s’not what i wanna hear, you know the answer. use that pretty little head of yours properly, this is the easiest question”

“but it is you,” you whine, “c’mon, you know exactly what word i want that pretty mouth to say. you just don’t wanna say it cause you’re too embarrassed of how much of a slut you are for your big brother”

“all you gotta do is say it, stop making it difficult or you don’t get to cum,” he rasps, his fingers teasingly circling your clit. at this point, tears are welling in your eyes out of frustration because you don’t want to say it but you’re just so desperate for him to make you cum. it’s not till you’re practically choking out sobs when you finally say, “it’s you, daddy” before he finally gives in, “good girl, see, wasn’t so hard, hm?”

[cowlings]

may I request miss🙋🏻‍♀️ some high nsfw katsuki

warnings for nsfw, p star! katsuki, no quirk college au, consumption of weed n alc, masturbation, fem! reader, it’s a cliffhanger i’m sorry i don’t have the brain rn

katsuki bakugo would become a porn star entirely on accident.

the topic would surge from time to time in his friend group, mostly as a joke. because "gosh, bakugo! you have the body of a porn star! you sure you're not on some secret account we don't know about?" and it really got to him. what does a porn star body look like, anyway? it's a mystery to him, as he pulls out his phone on incognito and...

he's in disbelief. he's actually looking up porn. never in his life would katsuki bakugo ever think of doing so. katsuki feels like he'd be less guilty if he's not sober whatsoever, so he's searching multiple accounts on his twitter throwaway with one hand as the other holds a small joint. it's not long before his eyes are completely red, pants and boxers slid down to his ankles, and videos recommended by kaminari going on auto-play.

but he's not satisfied, not one bit. he stopped caring for physique videos ago, he's now entertained by the poor technique. with blurry vision, he reads the replies and quote tweets, expressing their inconformities. comments like "god, her moans sound so fake", or "can't he stroke it slowly? i want it to last" make his mind run. katsuki bakugo was lost in the world of constructive criticism, while his ego began to chew at him.

he can do better than those stupid extras, right?

of fucking course. he's katsuki bakugo. but he's not gonna fucking do it. nope. never.

katsuki bakugo is a lightweight. he feels like he's sitting on the moon instead of his couch as he's gulping down some cheap rum his friends bought the week prior. and soon enough, his camera app is open, cock fully on display, and he's stroking it for a few good minutes. and the camera catches everything—how his cock twitches every time his strokes get slower, how the tip was reddish and filled with precum from the very beginning, his heavenly moans, his white-knuckled grip, and how his knees shake as he comes undone and stains his red, velvet couch.

and he has the video on twitter as a draft, half written caption and all. katsuki needs to visualize how it would look like if he posted. until he does. his finger slips, and the video and half caption are posted. at first, katsuki is mortified and doesn’t know what to do, until he sees a person liking and commenting. he decides to leave it up until he sobers up.

twelve hours and a huge hangover later, user 00179359027728kb is a twitter porn sensation.

thousands of users express their love for him, asking and demanding for more videos, as well as wishing to be his partner in crime. when katsuki realizes he can monetize this, he suddenly has dollar signs for eyes. a few videos later and katsuki bakugo is famous.

so famous, in fact, that one of your friends is in love with him, despite only seeing the lower half of his face. she raves about him to you on the daily, and as a result you find yourself creating a throwaway to watch his videos, and damn—katsuki is fucking sensational. he’s an icon, and you wish he were in your bed right then and there.

but he’s quickly discarded by your own brain as you get ready for an outing. it’s a nice, weekend night, and your friends are ready to go clubbing. once you get there it’s… okay, you suppose. dim lighting, people stuffed like sardines in a can, and the occasional couple eating their faces in the corner. you know the many cocktails you had are catching up to you once you accidentally bump into a person, and as you turn to apologize, you’re stunned.

“y’should watch where you’re going.”

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t see y—wait—are you that kb guy from twitter?”

he’s like a deer in headlights. “…that depends. who’s askin’”

“name’s y/n” you giggle, “i know you cause i have a friend who’s nuts for you.”

you officially pique katsuki‘s interest. his eyebrow rises as he smirks, “oh, is she?” he tilts his head to the side, “what about you, sweets? you watch me too?”

shyly, you nod. his smirk gets bigger as he steps closer, “she here? i don’t really do pictures, though.”

“do you do videos?”

liquid courage. it would cost you a lot to even say that sober, and you blame your drunken state for your boldness. katsuki bakugo has that fiery look in his eye as he laughs. “sure i do, sweets. you wanna be the first model for my page or is it just to spite yer friend?”

first?

only model is your goal. you’re determined to make that happen.

“bathroom? in 5?”

“ya got it, captain.”

[karinamariee]

honey

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: it all tastes and feels like honey.

warnings: smut, mdni!! pls

authors note: i like short reads im sorry😩

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“fuck…” you moaned, throwing your head back. rafe had been so good at eating you out, you know it had felt like honey on his tongue. he had told you multiple times. it had felt so good.

“yes, baby, you taste so good.” rafe said, then shoving his face back in your folds.

“your tongue feels so good,” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.

he went ham on your pussy, making sure all you remembered was his name. but you remembered everything about him. the curves of his body, his beautiful eyes, his striking smile, and those fingers that would fuck your hole so fucking good. you could never forget him even if you tried. you had loved it. you had loved him.

“i’m gonna cum,” you said. “fuck, i’m gonna cum rafe. fuck, fuck—“ you came all over his tongue, gripping his head harshly since he had his buzz cut. he stuck his tongue out, making sure to catch every drip of honey he could.

“this pussy is mines,” said rafe, moving back up your body. “this pussy taste like honey.”

you kissed him harshly, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“just like honey,” he said, pulling himself out of his jeans.

[greengoblinswifey]

Hii can you do one of Nicholas Chavez where your dating his brother.. you have been dating for 3 years but then one day you catch your boyfriends brother(Nicholas) in his room moaning y/ns name !🤭

warnings— infidelity, male masturbation, betrayal, slight voyeurism, daddy kink, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— love love love this, enjoy and lmk if you guys wanted to me on my NAC taglist <3

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It was a typical evening at your boyfriend's house. You were lounging in the living room, scrolling through your phone, while he was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. His brother, Nicholas, was nowhere to be seen—at least, not until you heard the faint sound of music coming from his room.

You had always found comfort in the quiet moments at their house, the familiarity of their home filling you with a sense of belonging. But tonight, there was something different about the atmosphere. As you listened to the muffled hum of the music, a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

You told yourself to relax, to enjoy the time you had with your boyfriend, but then it happened.

You heard it.

The faint sound of your name—mixed in with moans.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze. There was no mistaking it. The voice was unmistakably Nicholas’.

Your mind raced. Why was he saying your name like that? Was he talking to someone else? You stood up slowly, your feet carrying you to the door of his room without fully understanding why.

You pushed the door open just a crack.

And there he was.

Nicholas, sitting on the edge of his bed, his hand gliding along his hard, thick cock looking lost in the moment.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned again, his voice deep and thick with desire.

You felt a wave of shock wash over you, your breath catching in your throat. A part of you wanted to turn around and run out of there, but another part of you, a much darker part, couldn't pull yourself away.

You stood there frozen, the door still ajar, barely able to breathe. Nicholas hadn’t noticed you yet, too far gone, his eyes squeezed shut, his muscles on his sculpted body tense. Your name fell from his lips once more, and the sound of it made your pulse race.

“Y/N,” he moaned again, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You felt your stomach flip, guilt and confusion mixing with something darker, something you hadn’t wanted to acknowledge before. This was wrong, yet you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. You had to remind yourself that this was your boyfriend's brother.

A sudden noise from downstairs broke the trance. You snapped out of your thoughts, heart hammering in your chest. You quickly stepped back from the door, pulling it almost completely shut, but not fully. You couldn’t look away, though you knew you should.

It wasn’t until the soft shuffle of footsteps filled the hallway that Nicholas finally opened his eyes, realizing you were there.

For a moment, there was silence. His eyes locked onto yours, wide with shock and confusion. His breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly as if he, too, was trying to process what had just happened.

“Y/N—” Nicholas’ voice was barely a whisper, filled with the weight of unspoken words. He didn’t move, his posture stiff.

You swallowed hard, the words barely forming in your mouth. “What—what the hell was that?”

His eyes darted away for a second, his face flushing a deep shade of red. He shifted on the bed after pulling up his sweats, clearly flustered. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

You took a step back, your heart racing, your mind swirling. “You didn’t mean for me to hear that?”

He stood up quickly. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice quiet but urgent. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the pieces finally falling together. The tension, the moments when he’d get a little too close, the way his gaze lingered on you a little too long. You'd noticed it before, but you had never dared to think about it. You couldn’t have, not with your boyfriend, his brother—you never thought it would come to this.

“Nicholas,” you whispered, the confusion and anger giving way to something else, something dangerous. “I—this isn’t right. You’re my boyfriend’s brother. We’ve known each other for years.”

“I know. God, I know.” Nicholas stepped closer, his voice urgent now. “But I can’t help how I feel. I’ve tried. Every day, I’ve tried to push it away. But you, you’ve always been there. And I’ve thought about you in ways I shouldn’t. You saw it.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, and the air around you seemed to crackle with the tension between you both. “This is a mistake. This has to be a mistake.”

“I don’t want it to be,” he said, his voice a low rasp, stepping closer still. “I can’t just forget what I feel.”

You backed away, your breath quickening. “I don’t know what to say to you, Nicholas. This is insane. I’m with your brother. I love him.�� Your voice wavered slightly, but you couldn’t let it falter. You couldn’t give in.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his eyes desperate now. “But I can’t pretend like this isn’t real. I can’t keep living with how much I fucking want you.”

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. Every word, every breath between you felt like it could be the start of something you couldn’t take back. You could feel the pull between you, the temptation, the danger, and it was almost too much.

What the hell do you do now?

“I could treat you better, I could fuck you better—I haven’t heard your sweet moans at night in months Y/N.”

You didn’t know how to respond. The urge to run, to get out of that room, was almost overpowering. But something pulled you back toward him.

Nicholas’ words still hung in the air, sharp and heavy. You could barely breathe, your mind reeling. His voice echoed in your mind as if each word was a spark, igniting something deep inside you that you had worked so hard to suppress. You felt sick, guilty, confused. But there was something undeniable in his words, something that had taken root in your thoughts.

You shook your head, as if trying to rid yourself of the feeling. “Stop,” you whispered, taking a step back. “I can’t listen to this. This is wrong.”

Nicholas stood there, his eyes intense, unyielding. “You know I’m right. You know it’s not like it used to be with him. You’ve felt it, haven’t you?”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words suffocating you. The truth was, you had felt something slipping between you and your boyfriend lately—distance, disconnection, but hearing Nicholas articulate it, him of all people, felt like a slap to the face.

“I’m with your brother,” you said, your voice shaking, but firm. “I can’t do this. I’m not doing this with you.”

His expression softened, but only for a moment. His gaze flickered to the door. “You should think about it. Really think about it. Because you deserve more.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. With one last glance at him, you turned and hurried out of the room, your heart racing, as you tried to force your thoughts to focus on anything else. Anything but what had just happened.

You found your boyfriend downstairs in the kitchen, humming as he prepared dinner, blissfully unaware of the storm you were carrying inside. The warmth of his smile, the moment, only made you feel worse.

You tried to push everything out of your mind as he approached you, his arm wrapping around your waist. His lips found the side of your neck, kissing it softly, and you felt your heart drop.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his voice low, concerned. “You’ve been up there for a while.”

You nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just uh just needed a minute. Everything’s fine.”

You felt his lips press against your neck again, and for a moment, you thought you might melt into the warmth of his embrace. You couldn’t think of how to explain what had just happened, and frankly, you weren’t sure you were ready to confront it.

He pulled back, his eyes meeting yours with a smile that made your stomach twist. “Good. You know I hate seeing you upset,” he said, brushing a strand of your curly hair behind your ear. “Come on, let’s sit down and eat.”

Later that night, after dinner, your boyfriend had suggested a casual movie night. “Hey, why don’t you watch something with us, Nick?” he called up to his brother, who had been silent since dinner. “It’ll be good to have all of us together for once.”

You felt a pit form in your stomach at the thought of spending more time with Nicholas, especially after everything that had happened earlier. But you didn’t have much choice. You couldn’t act suspicious. So, you sat down on the couch, trying to keep your distance.

Nicholas appeared in the doorway, hesitating for a moment before sitting down right next to you. He didn’t say a word, just settled in with his gaze lingering on you a little too long. You tried to focus on the TV, your eyes straight ahead, but you could feel his presence next to you—his every movement, every shift in his seat felt like an electric current, almost too much to bear.

He was so close now, just beside you. You could feel his warmth, his proximity making it difficult to concentrate. Every few seconds, your peripheral vision caught him glancing at you, his gaze sharp, searching.

You tried to ignore him. You tried to pretend he wasn’t there. But it was hard when he was right beside you, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Every now and then, you felt his leg brush against yours, sending a jolt of heat through you. It made you feel like you were betraying yourself with every second that passed.

Your boyfriend, oblivious to everything, wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. You leaned into him, trying to ground yourself in the comfort of his touch, but Nicholas’ presence was like a constant hum in your ear. Every time you shifted, you could feel his eyes on you, his gaze burning into your skin.

At one point, you glanced toward him, just a fleeting moment and found his eyes already locked on you. He didn’t look away, not for a second. The intensity in his stare made your heart skip a beat, but you quickly averted your gaze, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

Your boyfriend kissed your temple, pulling you closer into him, unaware of the silent tension building between you and Nicholas. “You okay?” he whispered softly into your ear, his voice a soothing contrast to the storm that was raging inside you.

“Yeah, just tired,” you muttered, your voice shaky, betraying the calm you were trying to hold on to.

Nicholas shifted beside you, just enough for you to feel it, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of his attention on you. Every time you reached for the popcorn or adjusted yourself, his gaze followed, and you could feel it. It was torture. Every second felt like it stretched on for hours.

The movie played on, the dim light flickering across the room. Your boyfriend, wrapped in a cozy blanket beside you, had fallen into a deep sleep, his light snoring filling the otherwise quiet room. You shifted slightly, trying to ignore the discomfort creeping up your spine. Then, without warning, you felt a hand on your thigh. Your breath hitched, and you froze.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake your boyfriend.

Nicholas didn’t pull away. His fingers gently caressed your skin, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

“Just hear me out,” he said, his voice low, “Just listen to what I have to say.”

You could feel the weight of his words, but you resisted. “I don’t want to hear it,” you replied, your throat tightening as you pulled your legs closer to you.

But he didn’t give up. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing your ear as he spoke. “I know you’re not satisfied,” he murmured, the words cutting through the tension in the room. “The fact that you’ve even considered this tells me everything I need to know. My brother isn’t satisfying you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you forced yourself to respond, even though your voice cracked. “I’m very happy with him,” you said, the words feeling hollow even to your own ears.

Nicholas chuckled softly, the sound low and almost mocking. “You don’t even believe that yourself.”

You tried to push his words away, but his gaze was unrelenting. He was too close, his presence too overwhelming. “You’re sexually frustrated, aren’t you?” he continued, his voice so smooth it almost felt like a caress. “I could never do that to you. You deserve so much more. You’re beautiful, I’d treat you like a queen.”

You wanted to ignore him, wanted to focus on your boyfriend beside you, but he wasn’t done. “He’s been texting other girls, you know. And I would never do that to you. Not in a million years.”

Your stomach dropped at the thought. “H-he has?” The words left your lips before you could stop them, the vulnerability in your voice unmistakable.

Nicholas leaned in closer, his hand moving gently to tuck a stray curl behind your ear. His voice was soft, almost comforting, but you could hear the hint of something darker underneath. “Yes,” he said. “But I’m here now.”

You felt a wave of hurt wash over you. The truth of his words, the insinuation of betrayal, it all hit you harder than you expected. You wanted to cry, but Nicholas was there, his presence suffocating yet oddly comforting. “Don’t cry sweetheart,” he whispered, his tone soft yet possessive. “Daddy’s here.”

Your mind was spinning. You could feel the weight of the moment, the pressure of his words tugging at your resolve. Your heart was torn between the man beside you and the brother who had just shattered your world with a few whispered sentences.

“I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, his gaze intense. “I just want you to see that there’s more out there than what you have right now. You deserve someone who makes you feel alive again.”

You swallowed, your heart racing. It wasn’t like you didn’t feel the pull—Nicholas was captivating, his words hitting too close to home. But you couldn’t betray your boyfriend like this. Not now, not ever.

Then, in a sudden, heated moment, Nicholas leaned in closer. The smell of his cologne lingered in the air as he moved, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

“I just want to show you how good it can be,” he whispered. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

Before you could answer, his lips brushed yours lightly, a soft, tentative kiss. Your breath hitched, your heart pounding against your chest.

The kiss wasn’t forceful. It was slow, almost gentle, as if he was testing the waters, gauging your response. You didn’t know how to react. Part of you wanted to pull away, but another part of you, one that you didn’t want to acknowledge, wanted to give in.

Nicholas pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, looking for a sign of something. You were still frozen, unsure of what to do next. Then, just as the quiet settled in, you heard your boyfriend shift beside you, a soft groan escaping his lips as he stirred from his deep sleep.

His hand moved on your thigh after the distraction, his touch light but deliberate. His fingers trailed higher and higher until they settled on your crotch with your shorts being the only thing separating him from your pussy. Every brush of his fingers rubbing your pussy through the fabric made your heart race, your mind spinning with the growing conflict inside you. You could hear your boyfriend, deep in sleep beside you, unaware that his brother was about to finger you.

“You’re frustrated, if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be letting me do this.”

You wanted to push him away, to shut him down, but his words lingered, threading through your thoughts. The way he said it, so sure of himself, made you question things you hadn’t before. Your lips parted to respond, to say that everything was fine, but when you spoke, your voice cracked.

“Let me make you feel good.” His fingers gently stroked the inside of your thigh, the movement so slow, so calculated, that it sent a shiver through you. A gasp left your lips before you pressed your lips together to be quiet as he ripped your shorts open. His fingers went to your clit, rubbing it and spreading the wetness you were shocked graced your pussy.

You tried to turn your attention to your boyfriend, who was still lost in sleep, but the pull of Nicholas’ presence was too strong. His words, his touch, were disorienting. He chuckled softly as you moaned, the sound warm and knowing. “You deserve more. You’re beautiful, and you should feel like it every single day. I could make you feel wanted, really wanted.” His thumb traced small, soothing circles on your clit, and you fought to keep your focus. “I could treat you better than he ever has.”

Your pussy fluttered at his words. There was something about the way he spoke, so certain, so confident. Two of his fingers slid pressed lightly into you, curling to meet your sweet spot. You didn’t pull away, despite everything in you screaming to stop. His fingers were moving steadily, the pressure of his touch made your pulse quicken.

“You deserve more than this,” he repeated, his voice almost a whisper now. “I would never let you feel neglected. I’ll always make you feel like a queen.”

You could feel his breath against your ear as he leaned in closer. You had to bite your lip to hold back the moans as he finger fucked you right beside your boyfriend, his brother.

Everything in you screamed that this was wrong, that you couldn’t betray your boyfriend like this. But Nicholas was there, his touch gentle and making you feel utter pleasure, and it was hard to fight it. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you, but at the same time, something else, your orgasm, was stirring inside you.

His thumb moved to your clit as his fingers continued pumping inside you and your breath caught in your throat. “Don’t fight it,” he murmured. “I can make you feel better than he ever could. You don’t have to be stuck.”

You wanted to tell him to stop, to push him away, but all you could do was sit there, caught between the two of them—your boyfriend, asleep beside you, and Nicholas who was working his fingers inside you even faster now. You hoped your boyfriend wouldn’t hear the loud squelching your pussy was making.

As your orgasm built, you tried to move away, but Nicholas’ fingers remained thrusting inside you. “I’m here now,” he said softly. “Let me be the one to make you cum.”

The words wrapped around you, and for a moment, you were torn between guilt and something else, something you didn’t know how to define. All you could do was sit there, fighting the emotions inside you as his fingers repeatedly thrusted against your g spot, a reminder of the choices you didn’t want to face.

“Please,” you whispered, clutching onto his shoulder as you felt yourself nearing the edge.

“Please what? Is it what I think it is? Do you wanna cum for daddy?” Nicholas whispered back.

You didn’t want to admit you were about to betray your boyfriend in the worst way possible, even if you were too far gone and tethering on the edge.

“If you want me to make you cum, you’re gonna have to beg me, say please daddy, please let me cum,” Nicholas whispered, darkly.

Maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend had been neglecting your needs. At least—that’s what you told yourself to feel better about what you were about to do.

“P-please daddy, please let me cum, I need it so bad,” you gasped into his ear, softly.

Nicholas smirked cockily, his movements more precise and he hummed in content feeling your wet pussy clench and gush around his fingers. He finger fucked you through your high, the sound of squelching filling the living room from how wet you were.

“That’s it, you’re such a good girl, you did so well,” he cooed before bringing his fingers to his mouth to clean your juices.

Nicholas held you close, his hands supporting you effortlessly as he lifted you. Your legs instinctively wrapped around him, the proximity overwhelming in the best and worst way. You could feel his heartbeat through his muscular chest, steady and firm, yet your own pulse was erratic, betraying the conflict in your mind.

His eyes never left yours, searching for something in you that mirrored what he was feeling. He was so close, his breath warm against your ear. “Tell me if you don’t want this,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, the question lingering in the air. “I’ll stop right now, but I need you to tell me.”

You felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of desire and guilt. You couldn’t speak for a moment, your heart pounding, a knot forming in your throat. Everything inside you wanted to pull away, but everything else, the weight of his words, the pull between you two, made it impossible.

Nicholas shifted slightly, his hand resting lightly on your back, coaxing you to face him. He was patient, letting you breathe, giving you the space to process. But you could barely think.

“Look at me,” he said softly, his voice still steady but with an undercurrent of something else. “I need to hear you say it. Say you want this.”

You hesitated, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, a mix of nerves and longing twisting in your chest. He was right there, his gaze intense but gentle, and it was hard to fight the warmth in your stomach and the fluttering of your pussy.

You buried your face in his neck, too shy to meet his gaze. The words you needed to say felt so foreign, so risky, but you knew he wanted to hear them.

He chuckled softly, the sound almost a caress. “Baby, look at me,” he repeated, this time firmer, the hint of command in his tone. “Don’t hide from me, not now. Tell me what you want.”

Your breath hitched, and you slowly pulled away, your eyes meeting his. Your heart raced in your chest as you finally let the words slip out, barely above a whisper.

“I want this, I want you,” you murmured, your voice faltering slightly.

Nicholas’ lips curled into a soft smile, his hand lifting to gently brush your cheek. “Good girl,” he said, the approval in his voice warm, like he’d just won something precious. “You won’t regret this.”

He held you even tighter, his grip supportive as he began to carry you, your heart racing with every step. You felt the overwhelming mix of emotions, of everything swirling in your head—guilt, desire, hesitation, but also something you hadn’t expected, trust.

His voice was soft as he walked, his pace steady as he made his way upstairs. “I’ll make you feel like the queen you are,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “No more doubts. You deserve to be treated the way you’ve always wanted.”

You nodded slowly, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. You wanted to protest, wanted to pull away, but your body didn’t listen. It was as though you were pulled into this moment, caught in the push and pull of your emotions.

He set you down gently on his bed. his hands lingering on your waist, looking at you with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. “You don’t have to be scared,” he said quietly. “I’m here now. And I’ll never let you down like he has.”

You didn’t know what to say, your mind too fogged with everything to process. But there, in that moment, you made a decision, you would trust him, even if you weren’t sure of what it all meant. All you could do was nod.

The atmosphere in the room was thick, heavy with what lingered between you and your boyfriend’s brother. Every brush of his hand removing your clothes, every tender kiss, seemed to deepen the connection. His fingers gently grazed the curve of your waist, pulling you even closer, his chest pressing against yours as the kiss deepened.

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, in your chest, thumping against the walls of your ribcage like it wanted to escape. You couldn’t pull away. You didn’t want to. He removed his clothes revealing his chiseled body that made your pussy throb.

Nicholas’ lips barely left yours as he moved, his body shifting to position you under him and his cock against your wet pussy. He was careful, mindful, his hands tender but firm, never rushing. His lips broke from yours only for a moment, breathing heavily against your skin. “We need to be quiet,” he whispered, his voice rough, strained with desire. “I don’t want him to hear us.”

You nodded, your body already reacting to him, but you swallowed the urge to let out a noise, to say something, anything. The weight of the moment was almost too much.

His hand slid gently up your back pulling you against him as his raw cock pushed inside you, and you bit your lip to hold in a soft gasp. Nicholas, ever so perceptive, caught the small tremor in your body and looked down at you with an almost amused expression. “You’re so beautiful when you’re trying to keep quiet,” he murmured, his voice soft, full of admiration.

You felt warmth rise in your cheeks at the compliment, and you knew you couldn’t hold back much longer. He wasn’t letting you. He was pulling you into him, his cock working slowly, carefully, but every thrust seemed to melt away the last bit of resistance you had.

“I want you to feel good, sweetheart,” Nicholas whispered again, his voice barely audible. “I want to see you lose control, baby. Let me take care of you.”

His words were like a spark, igniting a fire deep within you. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep quiet, your breaths already coming faster as his cock pounded into you, his fingers brushing against your skin as he leaned down to kiss your neck.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, each movement calculated. But even in the midst of his tenderness, you felt your orgasm building. You tried to hold it in, tried to keep the moans from slipping out, but the way Nicholas fucked you, the way his cock and lips made you feel, made it almost impossible.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I know it feels good, baby, but we have to be quiet, okay?”

You nodded, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as you tried to focus, tried to control the way your body reacted. The struggle to remain silent only added to the intensity of the moment. His lips trailed down to your tits, his tongue darting out to lick your brown nipples. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered against your skin. “You’re so strong, baby. So beautiful. I can feel how much you need this.”

His words were like honey, sweet and comforting, but they made your heart race even faster. You knew you couldn’t hold back much longer. The intimacy, the quiet tension, was too much.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of his cock and the sound of your own shallow breaths. “I don’t know if I can hold back,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he kissed you again, this time on your lips. “It’s okay. Cum for daddy. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

Each touch felt more intimate than the last, each moment more precious as he pounded into you steadily, his eyes locked on yours. In that moment, you surrendered—not just allowing your orgasm to take you over and soak his cock but to the emotions that were rising to the surface.

Nicholas’ orgasm followed soon after, his hot load filling you to the brim and making you bite down on his shoulder as he whispered dirty things in your ear.

As the room settled into a quiet, almost still air, Nicholas' cock remained inside you. His gaze never wavered from yours, intense and searching, as if trying to read every thought in your eyes.

“You deserve so much more than you realize,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. His words seemed to linger in the air, pressing against your thoughts, making you feel exposed, vulnerable.

You swallowed, trying to compose yourself, but the intensity of the moment, the depth of his words, made it hard to focus. “Nicholas,” you murmured, your voice trembling just slightly as you tried to find the right words.

He pulled out and gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. “Shh,” he soothed. “I need you to hear me. I’m here for you, I’m not like him. I’ll treat you the way you deserve. You don’t need to settle for anything less.”

His words caught you off guard. Not like him—his brother. The one you’d been with for so long, who you thought you knew. It was all so confusing, yet you couldn’t help but feel something stir—something both thrilling and terrifying.

“I’m not like him,” Nicholas repeated softly, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll show you what it means to be treated right. You deserve everything, and I’m going to make sure you see that.”

Your chest tightened. You couldn’t deny the mix of emotions that bubbled up inside of you—the desire to believe him, the frustration with your own confusion, the need to protect your heart. You tried to look away, but his presence was too overwhelming, his gaze too penetrating.

“I—I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, your voice soft, your hands nervously twisting.

“Say you’ll give me a chance,” he urged, his voice steady but coaxing, his hand sliding down to rest gently on your thigh. “I’m not going to pressure you,” he said softly, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin. “But just know that when you’re ready, I’ll be here. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you know that, every single day.”

You shifted slightly, your mind spinning with a mix of emotions.“I- I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” you whispered, almost to yourself, but Nicholas leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

“You don’t have to be, baby,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “But just know that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Nicholas held your gaze for a few more moments, before gently lifting you up, his hand resting protectively around your waist.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he repeated, a promise you weren’t sure you were ready to hear, but you couldn’t help but feel a part of you believe it.

As he helped you stand, he turned to you. “Now go lay beside him with my cum dripping out of that tight fucking pussy.”

[dollyichi]

JUST SHUT UP!

kirishima eijirou always talks you through it. maybe a bit too much. ᯓ★ 1.8k words. m—dni. f ! reader / established relationship / f!ngering / unprotected (don’t be like them!) / reader’s very impatient and a little mean / sappy in one bit / not proofread

eijirou who’s doing his best to ignore his own cock that’s all twitchy and needy. already leaking with so much pre his cute red boxers had a big damp spot that you unfortunately couldn’t see. you’re laying on your chest with your ass up for him. face buried into the pillows as you bite into the cushion every time his fingers teased your hole.

however, he’s so fucking talkative it’s pissing you off. “baby you touched yourself lots didn’t ya?” he says with a huff, angling his fingers to that sweet spot you like so much. you groan into the pillow, grasping on the sheets. “you’re so wet and soft you don’t even realize i have three fingers in.”

“h-hahh! kiri just put i-it in… f-fuck-” you’re so sure your mouth is covered in your own spit from how long he’s kept you in that position. kneading your ass with one hand, fucking your pussy with the other. his fingers always felt better than your own and anything you use on it but it’s never enough when he can just fuck you with his dick.

“you mad at me baby? you don’t call me kiri remember?”

wasting so much time, unnecessary riling you up when you’ve been ‘so good’ for him preparing yourself so he could just jump you when he came over but no, he’s taking his sweet, sweet time prepping and fingering you as he pleased.

“don’t bite the pillow baby, i wanna hear you.” it’s so condescending almost. leaning over, whispering in your ear while his fingers continue to reach further and further. “come on, tell me how much you like it, wanna hear you some more.” this was probably the third time he’s ever fucked you ever since you’ve been together. the first time was nice, the second time was even better. a week has gone by and he was just so occupied that you made yourself busy.

you’re sick of doing it all alone and even when you mewl and whine, telling him whatever he’s doing ‘isn’t necessary anymore’ he refuses and tells you “awe hold on a little more i gotta do this for you baby~ just wanna take care of you.” and you huff and squeal, hiding your face away because you’ve really had enough. “searched up on it so i can make you feel even better.”

you really wonder how he gathered so much confidence in just a week when the past two encounters were him acting all shy. but then again, he could say the same for you. suddenly pulling him in a kiss and turning around so he could finally hold and touch you… though less holding as you wished.

he’s touched you so much you’re more sensitive than ever. you’ve lost all strength in your hands while you knees start to shake. “fuck baby your pussy’s so naughty. even louder than that pretty mouth of yours.” you don’t even know if your eyes are rolling back cause you’re so overwhelmed or frustrated. “you’re taking s’damn long eiji…” you croaked out, trying to lower your hips so you could turn around but he gets grip on you.

“hah… wanna fuck you so bad.” you whimper, moving your hips against his fingers to get some type of release. “wanna do it like this baby? or you wanna see your boyfriend make a mess of you?”

“wan-want to see you… eiji… p-please?” you ask with tearful eyes, looking back at him while your mouth quivers. he immediately gives in when he sees the drool at the corner of your lips. he pulls out his fingers and it’s still so slow.

he turns you around with ease, laying you down properly. kissing you all over your face, moving your hair out of the way. “i’m sorry baby i teased you too much didn’t i?”

you click your tongue, “you’re a d-dummy.” he chuckles, bringing his hand to your face that’s covered in slick. “you looked so good i wanna eat you out.”

“i’ll kill you if you make me wait again.” you sneer.

he takes his cock out of his boxers, teasing them in between your folds while he sucked on his fingers. “hahh baby you taste so good.”

“bet you’re just gonna gush around my cock when i finally put it in.” you wished he just shut up. “look how easy my cocks gliding through, so damn wet.” god you really wanted to shut him up.

so you swat his hand away from his own cock, lining him up yourself and pushing slightly, already engulfing his tip inside. he’s already moaning when he gets the feel of your walls clamping around him. “n-no baby~ i didn’t get to put a condom!”

you’re wrapping your legs around his waist and he had no choice but to move. his inches getting further and further up inside. breathy moans escaped his lips cause you’re still so tight even when he fingered you longer this time.

when he’s fully in a whimper escape his lips. ducking his head at the side of your neck, staying still for just a little while because he was sure he was gonna cum right there. “s-shit… your pretty little cunt’s just so good for me baby. s’too good for me.” your wrap your hands around him. a hand rubbing the back of head. it was sweet, as if you were the one comforting him. but you never recalled caring even a little bit.

you move by yourself, bucking your hips upwards, making sure you feel all of him. “s-s’big eiji~” he hisses when he’s balls deep in. and you’re moaning so sweetly whenever his tip hit that extra special spot that only his cock can reach.

“hnghh no baby don’t move y-yet~ just wait a little bit-“ as if you were gonna listen to him like he refused you earlier. your grip on his is just so deliciously tight he’s really gathering whatever strength he has in his head to not cum. definitely not manly when his lover doesn’t cum first.

“please s-stop baby i’ll move okay? we’ll p-pace it out together.” and you don’t listen. again pathetically rutting up against him. but he stops you just in time with his hands on your hips. pushing it down while he tries to distract himself by the wallpaper you have in your room.

you groan in his ear, whispering how much you needed him. complaining about how much he teased you, how he’s wasting so much time. “eiji just fuck me.” god even your voice alone’s gonna make him cum.

eijirou takes a breath through his nose, proceeds to leave kisses at the sides of your head as he finally thrusts.

in and out, in and out. you’re already scratching at the skin of his back. “h-ahh you love this baby? w-when i- when i f-fuck you like this?”

you hum, knowing your voice would break if you even muster up a sentence. your eyes flutter when he angled his hips. he’s just so deep inside. “could do this forever you know? fucking into your pussy.”

“pretty baby say my name so i can fuck you e-even harder.” he grunts. breathy and short while he’s busying his mind. it was a week for him you know? a week without you—he didn’t think he’d be this reactive to you. “e-eiji~” it’s so adorable to think how you were acting all mean earlier. “mhm baby. gonna fuck you so well to make up for lost time.”

eijirou’s jaw clenches with every thrust, building up the momentum, hips rolling against your that has you weaker and weaker. the sounds of your sex all wet and gushing around the room while the creaks of the bed echoed. you were sure of it that if any of your next-door neighbors were at home they’d hear you both fucking like rabbits. he’s fucking into you so hard you’re almost worried that the headboard would snap in half.

“i love you so much baby.” he’s so damn cute. you couldn’t help but sniffle on his shoulder. burying your face at the crook of his neck while he continued to exclaim his affection.

you admit, your impatience was just a facade under all that sadness you built up over the week. one message a day, no calls, an empty bed space, a lonely dinner—you’ve missed him so much. touching yourself was even worse because all you could see when you close your eyes is your lover talking to you. finally in such a warm embrace you’re hearing him. but in your defense, he just talks to much (you don’t hate it though!)

just a few more thrusts you knew the tight knot in your tummy’s going to snap any second. the more frantic you’re grasping onto him the easier he knew just how close you were. “tell me how it feels baby~”

“i love it!” was all that got out of you. repeatedly in between soft screams and whines. sobbing underneath him while you’re waiting for your release. “th-think i’m gonna cum too baby.”

“k-kiss… together…” he smiles, cupping your face to kiss you. smashing your lips against each other.

hips start to stagger. thrusts getting sloppier, sounds getting wetter. you’re both moaning on each other’s tongues that you had to pull away, “hnnghh! cumming! eiji!”

“i’m here baby, i’m here, let it all out. cum for me- cum for me baby.” and it hits you, crying out while you pull him onto your chest, walls gushing and twitching around him who’s fucking you through your orgasm. “you’re so perfect fuck.” his breath hitches when you clench around him again. your eyes continued to flutter, still in your own high.

“just a little more okay?” you whimper, this time no longer able to respond verbally. letting him use you despite how much it’s overwhelming you, how you could feel your slick and his tip hitting with his every movement, how his skin turned sticky against your because of the sweat.

kirishima rolls his hips a little more before pulling out swiftly. pulling you in a kiss while he jerked himself off, “gonna- g-gonna cum baby.”

you’re getting all worked up again seeing him desperately jerking himself off. “you’re so sexy eiji.” was the last thing he heard before his cock squirting pretty thick white lines of his cum on your tummy.

he plops down beside you and you play with the cum on you, slowly scooping them up with two fingers, sucking them off on your mouth and eijirou watches you with a gulp.

teasingly you tell him, “awe eiji~ you taste so good.” returning the ‘favor’ from earlier. he’s put himself in a trap, all out in the open like this. you just had no choice but to eat him all up again, this time with his mouth shut.

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note : ohmygod writing this was like... i was in a trance. pls do not mind the minor mistakes it's like just typing one word after the other i just wanted to let this out!!!!! anyways i miss him so much actually can we please talk about him more >< also tried a gray theme for this one lmk if it’s nice ><

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10:45pm with bang chan - a @cosmicalily timestamp

author’s note: okay hello so where was mr christopher bahng when i was stressing and studying like crazy for my exams? also first channie fic (everyone claps) highkey embarassing that it took me so long apologies to my bahngers

warnings: discussions of anxiety and stress to do with university/school

“Do you want a pudding? Minho dropped them off for us.”

You didn’t reply, body sprawled across the couch. Chris shrugged, assuming you were asleep, picking the small plastic cup up and rifling around in the drawer for a spoon.

“I’m so overwhelmed,” you said suddenly, your voice cracking. He stopped in his tracks, letting the spoon and unopened pudding clatter to the counter. He approached you, gently, resting his hand on your cheek, moving his thumb to wipe under your eye when a tear spilled over.

“Come here,” he said, putting his arms around you as you crawled onto his lap, wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He rubbed circles into your lower back, letting you shove your face into the crook of his neck and dampen his sweatshirt with your tears. “I’m sorry, sweet girl. You always have too much on your mind.”

You sobbed at his kindness, holding him tighter. “It’s just all this shit with my assignments, and then work, too. I keep covering for people but when I’m the one who’s sick, nobody covers for me. And then there’s that girl who just pulls apart every fucking thing I do.”

“That friend of a friend?” Chris raised an eyebrow. “What a bitch.”

“I know, I hate her. I hope her lash tech absolutely botches her next set, eyes swollen, no space between,” you huffed, and Chris laughed.

“That’s my girl, let it out.” he smiled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Is there anything else you’re still stressing about?”

You sighed. “That assignment. It’s making me nervous, even though I know I can do it. I just don’t want to.”

“You’re the smartest person I know,” Chris said honestly. “I don’t think there’s anything you’ve done to your ‘worst ability’ that anyone else could do to their best. It’s not everything, baby, I promise you.”

“It’s a sixth of my outcome-”

“Out of the other five parts that you’ve already smashed out. I’m always proud of you, you know that, and it’d make me proud to see you let yourself go a little. I’m here, you know, you can always tell me this stuff. I have the space in my mind for it if it starts to overflow from yours.”

You gave Chris a kiss on his nose, then his cheek, then his lips. “Thanks, baby.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” He hoisted you up, carrying you into the kitchen and setting you down on the counter. He stood between your legs, taking time to properly wipe your tears and press gentle kisses onto your lips. Chris tore off the foil lid of his pudding and dug his spoon in, pressing the cool metal against your mouth. You opened, smiling, letting the cool custard melt onto your tongue. It was comforting, not just the food, but sharing it with him.

He slung one arm around your waist, the other holding his spoon, taking a mouthful for himself then offering one to you. It felt good to have something substantial in your stomach; whilst Chris always made sure you ate properly when studying, you never gave yourself the time to actually enjoy the food, or to have something as a treat. Your stomach would cramp after the third coffee and the second energy drink, but now, it felt calm. 

“You’re too good to me,” you looked up at him, eyes shining.

“Nobody’s good enough to you, sweet girl,” Chris replied. “I wish I could stop everything and give you a moment to breathe. It’ll be over though, someday. I’ll make sure of it.”

“And we can live in a pretty house by the beach with a dog and make out all day?” you asked, giggling.

He smiled. “That’s the dream, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s the dream,” he repeated, pulling you in close.

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[writingsbytee]

SEXUAL HEALING

TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER

WARNING / TRIGGERS: Reader is DEPRESSED, no thoughts of self harm or un-aliving herself. Babygirl is just having a depressive episode. Depressed themes, Sexual themes, explicit sexual content; dirty talk; soft Dom,

SUMMARY: Reader is depressed and Terry fucks her out of it

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minora please don’t interact!*

 *Also, this is complete fiction. I'm writing about the reader’s depression simply based on my experiences and knowledge of depression. I’m in NO WAY saying that this is what depression is for every individual. This is a safe space. If you or someone you know is struggling with their mental health please reach out to your local crisis center so that they can provide resources. Read with care. Love you guys <3*

This hasn’t been proofread

You groaned as your phone rang yet again, reaching out from under your blankets, your hand blindly slapping your bedside table in search of the device. Checking to see who called, a pained sigh leaves your lips. Terry, your boyfriend called you 4 times in the past hour. Deciding to put him out of his misery you answer the call.

“Hello?”, you say, not even bothering to hide the quiver in your voice.

“Babygirl? What’s wrong?,” Terry asked, his voice sounding frantic. 

A watery sigh leaves your lips, “I’m having a moment Terry, I’ll be ok. It’s just taking a little bit longer for me to come out of it.” 

I hear Terry’s door shut on the other line, “I’m on my way sweet girl, Daddy’s coming”

A muffled sob leaves your mouth at Terry’s words. Always willing to stop whatever he’s doing to help you fight the demons constantly plaguing your mind. Religious therapy and an antidepressant regimen seemed to keep the dark thoughts at bay. Every now and then the debilitating thoughts would come back rendering you useless. Your apartment desperately needed a deep clean as well as your room. Your bed becoming a cesspool, you slept, ate, and cried in the same spot for a little over a week now. 

Rolling onto your back you let out a deep sigh, wanting to be normal and not a basket case full of emotions. 

45 MINUTES LATER

You could hear your front door open and close, signaling that Terry arrived. You heard him set bags down in your kitchen before his light footfalls made his way to your room. He knocked twice before peeking his head in. Terry’s small smile dropped when he saw the state of you and your room. It broke his heart to see you this way.

“Aww honey, I’m here,” Terry said walking toward you. Tear tracks making their way down your face and silent sobs wracked your body.

“I’m so sorry, Terry. I didn’t mean to make you come all the way down here,” You said, covering your face with your hands. Terry gently grabbed your hands, removing them from your face. 

“Sweet girl, never apologize because the air gets a little too heavy for you. That’s why I’m here to take some of the load off,” Terry said with a small smile. Your  gentle green-eyed giant, you  grabbed your glasses, putting them on.

You brought a hand up to his cheek, “You’re too good for this world Terry Richmond. Thank you, for being what I never knew I needed,” you say with all the sincerity you can muster. 

Terry’s eyes shine with unshed tears, “you’ll never have to go through these feelings alone again. Baby when I said I wasn’t going anywhere I meant that. You’re stuck with me sweetheart,” Terry finishes, with a watery smile of his own. He gently raises me into a sitting position.

“Here’s what I want you to do. I brought you your favorite body wash shampoo, conditioner and those wax things you like so much. Go take a shower, wash your hair,pamper yourself. I’m going to get started on your sheets. Okay babygirl?”, he asked. Your eyes practically turned into hearts looking at Terry. 

A small smile formed on your lips as you said a gentle, “Okay, Daddy.”

His smile widened, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead. “There’s my girl. Now go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of everything else.” You nodded, rising slowly, and made your way into the bathroom. You didn’t dare glance at yourself in the mirror. Not in the mood for the thoughts to take hold again. Turning on the shower as hot as it would get you stepped in, ready to wash the bad thoughts away. 

Meanwhile, Terry was in your room replacing your dirty sheets, putting them in the wash, and tidying up around your apartment. He hated that he couldn’t save you from your thoughts, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try. He understood that everyone’s trauma affected them differently. His put him in attack mode, while yours forced you to shut down. 

As you washed your hair, you could feel your sense of self slowly returning. You found peace in taking care of yourself. Detangling your curls felt as if you were brushing away all the bad thoughts. Exfoliating was like scrubbing away your impurities, leaving you shiny and new. You don’t know why you couldn’t muster up the strength to take the 15 foot walk to your bathroom. But that’s depression in a nutshell, making the most mundane tasks feel like climbing mount everest. You spent at least an hour in the bathroom, when you emerged you felt like a different person. Your heart warmed at the sight of your room, new sheets adorned your bed with a new hello kitty plushie and pajama set.

Exiting your room, you start searching for your boyfriend. Finding him in your living room playing your favorite vinyl and watering your plants. You will yourself not to cry at Terry’s selflessness, you just run up behind him wrapping his torso in a hug. 

“Hey, baby. Feeling better?”he asks, turning to face you. You place a kiss right above his heart, looking up at him you nod.

“Yeah honey, thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you” you say, staring up at him adoringly.  

Terry pet your head lovingly, “Let’s hope you never have to find out. Now go make yourself comfortable, I ordered your favorite vietnamese take-out and I’m going to rub your feet until it gets here.”

A warm gooey feeling spreads from your head to your toes. A slow grin taking over your face at your adonis of a boyfriend takes care of your body, mind, and soul. Settling into your sectional, you wiggle your toes playfully urging him closer. Terry chuckles through his nose, making his way toward you. Sliding down beside you , he grabbed both of your legs, placing them on his lap.

“Relax baby, Daddy’s here now and I’m going to take care of you,” Terry said, running his hands up your bare calves. His touch warms your skin instantly. A content sigh leaves your lips as you rest your head on the arm of your sofa.

“Good girl,” Terry said, grabbing your right foot. He began slowly, just caressing your feet adding a tickle here and there pulling small giggles from your lips. Terry started to work on your foot starting slowly on your instep, applying light pressure. Then he moved to your arch applying pressure that was almost painful, causing a gasp to leave your lips.

“You’ve got a knot here, be patient I’ll work it out,” Terry said, digging in deeper. An involuntary moan leaves your lips, the release of the tenson expelling through your lips. Terry smirked, his plan was working. This kept going for a while, Terry expertly massaging your feet, and you moaning like he was massaging somewhere else. You're getting wetter by the minute. 

The doorbell interrupts your massage as a groan leaves your lips, “I was just starting to relax,” you whined.  Terry lets out a chuckle before getting up. Leaning to kiss your forehead, “You’ll have plenty of time to relax later, trust me.” And with that, he heads toward the door to grab the food. Terry doesn’t let you lift a finger while he plates the food for you two. Just advising you to find something “good to watch.” With a smirk, you put on your favorite show at the moment, ‘True Blood.’ Terry liked the show surprisingly, being the first of your boyfriends to take an interest in YOUR interests. What he didn’t like was how googly-eyed you got over Alcide. As trivial as it was, he wasn't going to sit and watch you drool over another man. 

Plating your food,

Terry brought it to you. Plopping down next to you on the couch with a plan in mind, Terry just sat back and watched you enjoy your food. A small satisfied sigh leaves your lips at the first bite. 

“Mmm, it’s so good! Thank you baby” you say, leaning in to kiss Terry’s cheek. He could feel his cheeks warm at your gratitude, placing a hand on your thigh and squeezing. Your breath hitched when Terry’s hand refused to leave your thigh. Instead tracing small circles while you ate. 

After finishing your food you and Terry cuddled up on your sofa with a blanket. Rubbing his chest you say, “Thank you for everything Terry, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Terry looks down at you grasping your chin forcing your brown eyes to meet his mossy green ones. “I’m just doing my job baby. What kind of man would I be if I let my woman suffer alone? I’m here for you, I love you, and I’ll always make sure you’re taken care of.” Terry’s hand migrated to the back of your neck, pulling you in excruciatingly slow. He watched your face change. Eyes become low, lips parting, and your breathing turns shallow. 

Terry inches impossibly closer, your lips a hair’s width apart, “What do you want, pretty girl?”

“Kiss me, please?” you ask, fingers coming up to grip his t-shirt. A small devious smirk makes its way onto Terry’s face as he leans down, lips brushing against yours. The anticipation is killing you. You two were practically sharing the same breath, yet Terry wouldn’t close the gap and lay one on you. 

“Please, Daddy? Let me thank you, I’ve been good haven't I?” you ask, looking up at Terry with the doe eyes that he loves so much. 

A groan leaves his lips as Terry places your bowl on the coffee table “You know what that look does to me, baby. C’mere,” and then his lips are on you. A surprised moan leaves your lips as you pull Terry closer, sucking his lips between yours. He grabs your hips positioning you on his lap, right atop his growing bulge. 

“How are you feeling honey, still sad? What can Daddy do?” Terry asks, his hand grasping and pulling at the fat of your ass. Grinding you against thick dick. 

“Touch me, please Daddy”, you whine. You could feel yourself soaking through the seat of your sleep shorts, having forgone underwear. Terry smiles against your lips, “I am touching you pretty girl”. Pulling back for air, you move your attention to his thick neck. Placing wet open mouthed kisses there migrating up to his ear, nipping and sucking at the lobe. You hear Terry’s breath stutter drawing a smile from your lips. Terry pulls back in time to see the bright dopey smile on your face and he places a kiss on your nose.

Pulling your shirt over your head, Terry's eyes lock on plump mahogany breasts and chocolate nipples. 

“Fuck, pretty girl. You’re not playing fair,” Terry says, head dropping onto the back of the sofa. A soft giggle leaves your lips. You slither up Terry’s body like a cat in heat, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“C’mon Daddy don’t you wanna feel how wet I am for you? Just for you,” you whisper into Terry’s ear, finishing with a lick. A small ‘fuck’ leaves Terry’s lips as his hand comes cracking down on your ass forcing a small yelp to leave your lips. 

“Keep that up baby and I’ll give you exactly what you’re asking for,” Terry said, playing with your shorts. Pulling them halfway down to jiggle your ass or tugging them high up your ass giving your clit the much needed friction you craved. You two were making out like porn stars, sloppily, lips glistening with spit. You pulled back to look at Terry, his eyes half mast filled with need and desire for you. You’re positive your face looks the same. Terry picks you up off his lap, setting you next to him on the sofa as he gets up. Turning on your sunset lamp and turning off the lights to create an ethereal glow around your living room. Then he moves pieces of your sectional together making it a day bed of some sort. 

“Strip babygirl, I want you naked by the time I get back,” Terry commands, then picks up your leftovers, and heads back to the kitchen. It was embarrassing how fast you threw the sticky shorts off. Your pussy was talking and Terry hadn’t even touched you yet. As you wait for Terry, you start massaging your tits. Nipples forming tight peaks, tugging and pulling creates a throb you feel straight down to your clit.  Small moans started leaving your lips. The ache between your thighs growing almost painful as you whined, waiting for your man to return and fuck you stupid. After five minutes you almost debate finding him.

“Terrrrryyyy,” you cry out. When you get no response you peek over your shoulder, when you don’t see him you decide to start on your own. Sliding your hands down your body, you’re about to reach your pussy when Terry’s hand grabs yours, pulling a gasp from you. 

“I said strip, when did I tell you to touch my pussy?”Terry's looking down his nose at you. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy I need you please!” You whine, sitting up. Terry makes his way around the sofa looking like a lion stalking his prey. He stands in front of you crossing his arms, a cup in one hand. 

“Spread those legs for me mama,let me see my pussy,” Terry said. Your legs fell open immediately the quiet ‘schlick’ heard between the two of you. Terry’s eyes darken, the color of a stormy sea and he takes a step toward you. 

“Hands behind your back sweetheart, you know the drill,” Terry purrs, crawling on the sofa. Taking a long sip from his cup before setting it down. Like an obedient little slut you put your hands behind your back with a small smile on your face, “Like this papa?” you asked. 

Terry dropped his head and groaned, “I’m trying to make you wait babygirl, I’m two seconds away from burying my face in that sweet pussy,” Terry said, his voice sounding like he was in pain. 

“C’mon papa look at how ready she is for you, she couldn’t wait for you to get your hands on her,” you scooched your ass further down the sofa, practically planting your pussy on his chin. With a growl, Terry was on top of you, hand clutching your cunt. 

Terry started massaging your clit with his fingers releasing a relieved moan from your lips. 

“Unh Terry, it feels good!” you said, head thrown back, and your back arched. 

A devilish smile formed on Terry’s lips. He loved the sounds you made when he played with you. 

“Make that sound again baby,” Terry said, tonguing your nipple. 

“Unh! Daddy!Take your pants off please. I want to feel you” you moan, gripping Terry’s neck. Pulling him down to lock your lips. Terry explored your pussy like it was his first time. Experimenting with how wet he could make you. Sliding his pants and boxers down he freed his monster of a dick. 

“I’m going to fuck you baby,but first tell me how bad you want it” Terry said, his finger picking up the pace on your clit.

“I want you so bad Terry,” you say leaning up to peck his lips over and over. 

A small chuckle leaves his lips, “Yeah? How bad? Let Daddy know sweetheart.” Terry’s working your clit between his fingers, the slick sounds permeating through your home. 

“Fuck Daddy I want you to take care of me like you always do . You’re such a good provider, always making sure I have what I need! Ouuu! Baby, right there! Yes! You’re going to make me cum, fuck!,” You moan out, your voice rising in pitch letting Terry know you were close. 

“Then come on my tongue sweet girl,” Terry leans down and takes your clit in his mouth. Your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your breath staccatos

“You look so pretty, baby. I love how wet this pussy gets for me. You ganna let Daddy fuck the bad thoughts away. Want me to make it feel better sweetie. Because I can, you know Daddy can help,” Terry slips two fingers into, causing your soul to leave your body. 

Combined with his suction on your clit, you stood no chance against the orgasm that rocked your body. “Oouuu Terry! Yesssss!”, you moaned as Terry worked your orgasm out of you.

“That’s right pretty girl, give me that orgasm,” Terry said, adding another finger. You were beyond seeing stars at this point. There was a full milky way galaxy dancing behind your eyes. Terry had a dark smirk on his face, loving the effect he had on you. He loved making you come, how you gave yourself over to him completely. He was surprised when you forced his fingers out of your pussy, a harsh stream of liquid following. A high pitched moan left your lips as your body shook.

“Yes Honey! That’s it!” Terry moaned, slapping your clit a few times. Your body shook and shuddered in the aftermath of your orgasm. Vision hazy as you tried to center yourself. Terry stripped off the rest of his clothes and hovered over you, his warmth seeping into your skin. 

“Hey, look at me baby,”Terry brought his finger to your face caressing you. Your eyes refocused on Terry’s soft ones, a small smile forming on your lips. Terry mirrored your expression, leaning down to press his lips against yours in a passionate sloppy kiss. Teeth and tongues clashing in a frantic meet of mouths. Both of you are trying to convey your love for one another. 

“Papa, I need you inside me” you wine against Terry’s lips. Terry doesn’t need to be told twice, he positions himself at your entrance and eases in. Both your lips part, needy moans releasing from your lips.

“Terry, Terry, Terry! Oh my god!” You moan as he sets a punishing rhythm. Punching your cervix with the fat mushroom head of his dick. You lose yourself in the feeling of being fucked by him. 

“How’s that feel baby, can you feel how much Daddy loves his sweet girl?” Terry asked. How he could ask you questions while digging your shit out like this is beyond you. You just moan and nod, his thrusts stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Words baby. I need to hear you say it. You’ll do that for daddy won’t you?” Terry asks, bringing his hand up to your throat applying slight pressure. The delicious feeling pulling a needy whine from your lips. Terry was hitting all your spots and you couldn’t think.

“Yes daddy, I feel it. I love it. I love you,” you moan your eyes slowly making their descent to the back of your skull. Terry loved when you started babbling on his dick, saying any and everything to please him. And please him it did. 

Terry felt like a man possessed, your pleasure the only thing on his mind determined to coax as many orgasms out of you as possible. He was going at you like a man on a mission. The push and pull, the slick sounds of him going in and out of your pussy driving him insane.  

“I love you more baby. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you with the dark thoughts, but I’m here now Daddy’s ganna fuck the depression out of you,” Terry said raising one of your knees so he could hit you even deeper.

You bring your hands up, grabbing Terry’s ass pulling him deeper inside you. “Baby you’re going to make me cummm!,” you moan out. Terry moans in your ear, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. Terry releases your lips, leaning back to look at you. 

“Open your eyes pretty girl, I love the way you look when you come for me,” Terry was long past close. He wanted to cum so bad, but he wouldn’t, not until he felt your velvet walls pulse around his thick dick. 

“Cum with me Daddy! I need to feel you fill me up!,” You say reaching for Terry’s ears, rubbing them softly. Terry’s eyes start to roll in the back of his head. He loves it when you play with his ears.

“You’re so good to me Daddy, always taking care of me. You’re making me feel so good, thank you Daddy! Thank you for fucking the depression out of…” you never got to finnish your sentence. Orgasm hitting you like a bus. Terry was ejected from your pussy with the force, you squirted so hard your vision went white as a high pitched moan left your lips. Terry started in awe. He stood above you jerking his dick.

“Fuck that was so sexy baby I’m about to come,” Terry said. That all too familiar ache forming in his abdomen. Balls heavy and tight with the need to release. Your eyes regained their focus in just enough time to watch Terry erupt all over you. Painting you with his cum, a small smile formed on your face as his warm release landed on your breasts, tummy and legs. 

“Mm that was a big one daddy, thank you,” you moan, collecting his essence to taste. A moan leaves your lips as the salty, earthy musk hits your taste buds. Terry leans down, placing another kiss to your lips. 

“How do you feel now babygirl?” Terry asks, using the spare napkins to clean you up. 

You place a kiss on Terry’s cheek, “Much better Daddy, but I think I’m still a little sad” you said, smirking up at him. Terry shakes his head at you with a playful smile on his lips.

“Well you better go grab us some waters babygirl, I’m not done with you yet,” Terry said before lifting you over his shoulders to carry you to your room.

THE END <3

I think this might be the fastest I’ve ever written anything. I just really wanted to create a vulnerable piece, and I LOVE how this piece turned out. This is supposed to be a one shot but that’s TBD as of now. As always constructive criticism is encouraged but please take it easy on me, I’m sensitive.

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[luveline]

this request may be a bit of a long shot, but would you be willing to write a drabble for mouth of september? maybe she gives the boys a scare either by going out and then not coming home at the time she said she would or maybe she faints from not having eaten enough? totally okay if you don’t want to or if you want to use this as a prompt for something else, mos has just been one of your fic series that i think about pretty consistently even two-ish years later.

anyway have a great day and hope you’re doing well jadey <3 love u

I love you! me writing this actually did feel like a longshot but not cos I didn’t love it and not cos I don’t love u, I hope you enjoy it!! been so long since I wrote this !!🩵 fem! 4k words

cw suicidal thoughts/suicidal ideation

It’s cold tonight. 

You blow on your fingers, feeling them warm, stiffness lanced for precious few seconds. You didn’t mean to walk so far from the house, not while the wind is racing like this. The corner shop just seemed to move around while you weren’t looking. You should’ve asked Sirius to go with you, he has a better sense of direction, even if he would’ve complained the whole time about the shit weather. 

Remus would’ve come and not complained, but he was sleeping at the time and waking him felt cruel. James would’ve come, racing around in Lily’s car, but then he would’ve followed you back into the house insisting on making you some supper or a cuppa or something, and what you’d wanted was to be alone. A bar of chocolate wouldn’t hurt either. 

Stupid travelling corner shop, you think to yourself. Stupid me for fucking losing it. Should’ve just stayed home. Can’t even walk to the shop. 

You take a deep breath. You give the streets a wretched, embarrassed glare and flop down onto the nearest bench. Fuck’s sake. Lost and freezing to death. 

If Sirius were here, if he heard what you were thinking, he’d frown at you with that dark pinch to his eyes and tell you to Stop it, now. 

He’s maybe half of the reason you’re out of the house tonight. Maybe all of it. It’s all complicated and horrible and everyone thinks it’s a bad idea but the thing is that Sirius himself isn’t complicated, he isn’t horrible. He’s kind to you in funny ways, and when you’re together Sirius makes you feel like you’re someone worth being kind too, which doesn’t happen often. 

Your self annoyance fades to something more familiar soon enough. Everything goes quiet, leaving you there with your heart, quick and slow beating, can’t seem to choose, and your cold feet. Your socks feel too tight. 

Your teeth start to chatter. You can’t sit here forever. 

(But wouldn’t it be better? If you stayed? Caught cold?) 

If you get poorly from the cold, you’ll feel miserable from the moment you wake up. You’ll be ill at work, which will make work worse. You’ll have to stay in your room so you don’t get one of the boys sick, and that really would ruin your week. Nothing means anything if you don’t get to see your best friends. 

You gather yourself up and turn toward the street you’d just walked down, determined to retrace your steps. 

In the distance, a familiar shape is jogging toward you. 

“Y/N?” James shouts, sounding as though all the breath in the world has been sucked from his lungs. He doesn’t stop jogging until he gets a few feet from you, where he bends to catch his breath. “Fucking hell!” His head snaps up. “Fuck, shortcake, are you alright?” 

You close the distance. “I’m fine.” 

“Are you?” He forces himself to stand, breathing hard as he grabs you by the wrist. “Are you okay? You scared me so badly.” 

You grab his arm back. “I’m really fine, I’m fine, what’s wrong?” 

“You’re what’s wrong, you aren’t home!” James swallows a lump. “You left a note, you’d be home by seven. It’s nearly ten. Remus rang me in a fit ‘cos he didn’t know where you’d gone, we thought–” James gives you an imploring look, though it’s so so sorry at the same time, you feel your stomach twist into a hard knot. “We thought you were having a bad night.” 

“James.” Embarrassment makes you soft-toned. “I’m really sorry I scared you, but I got lost, that’s all.” You don’t really like to lie, only James seems to need to hear it. “I’m glad you found me. I was worried I wouldn’t get home.” 

James gives a breathy laugh. “Oh, good.” 

You’re pulled into a hug. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

“No, it’s okay.” He rubs your back with force. It feels more for him than you, though you don’t exactly mind it. You can pretend as much as you want that you don’t like it when the boys give you affection, but they know it’s not true, and they know it’s alright to give it to you most days. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine as long as you’re fine.” 

“Fine,” you say. 

He pulls away. “Oh, god. Alright, let’s go back to the house. It’s freezing, you’re not wearing a proper coat?” 

“I didn’t plan on being out long.” 

“No?” 

He takes you by the shoulder to encourage you back the way you came. “Just wanted some chocolate,” you say. 

“I’ll get you some.” 

You both know it doesn’t add up. James doesn’t make you say much else, relieved you’re alright, and you fester in the guilt of worrying him so harshly. 

“Where are your glasses?” you ask. 

“I forgot them in the car.” 

“Where is the car?” 

“Remus thought you might’ve gone to the library, you were supposed to take that Sky-Fi back.” 

“Sci-fi.” 

“Right, the space books. He took it to see if you were walking home, I said I’d come this way, and Sirius…” James grimaces. “Not sure where he went. He was already out by the time I got to the house.” 

“How are we gonna find him?” 

“He’ll come back eventually.” 

You stick close to James’ side, dodging crisped up leaves and following him down the dropped kerb and finally onto a familiar road. “Guess I’ve lived here so long, I should’ve known the way,” you say. 

“It’s alright.” 

You bite your cheek for a second. “I’m really sorry, James, I– I didn’t– is it really ten?” 

“…Aren’t you cold?” he asks softly. 

“I didn’t think about it.” 

“I wish you would.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek. “I want to know if you’re having a bad night. It’s alright if you were. If you need more time, more help, it’s okay.” 

“It’s not like that… not all of it. I was walking to the shops, I swear. Just feel so,” —your voice slips into a colour of shame you despise— “weird sometimes. I’m sorry I made you worry. I don’t know why I keep doing this.” 

“Is this a common occurrence?” 

“Not the walk, just. Just this. Making you worry. I didn’t mean to make everybody worry.” 

“Well, I am worried. When you disappear for a couple more hours than you say you will, it’s scary.” James gives you a shrug. “I love you, I’m gonna wonder where you are.” 

“But–”

“I worry about Sirius when he goes to the pub until who knows when, worry about Lils when she does too many hours at work. I worry about Remus every day, his eyes are worse than mine ‘cos all he does is read,” he says with a laugh. “It’s fine.” 

“I worry about you too,” you say. 

“About what?” he asks, stricken. 

“Remus told me you can pop your knee out from your kneecap when you weight lift. I know you think it’s fun and stuff, but that’s scary.” 

“I’m getting fit!” He rolls his eyes. “Lily likes my abs.” 

“Well I liked you when you were soft.” 

James cackles at your poor fake-flirting. “I’ve never been soft, take that back! You know being captain made me solid as a rock.” 

“James?” a voice calls. 

You look up at the same time. Sirius is sitting on the wall in front of the house smoking; he takes a harsh, quick drag and stabs it out so hard that ash sullies his fingers as he stands. 

“Oh,” he says, blowing the smoke from his mouth quickly, his breath a ragged thing as he bounds across the road to hug you. “Sorry.”

You don’t get what he’s sorry for. “It’s okay.” 

He smells so strongly of smoke it’s like he’s blowing it under your nose, but he’s not so sharp to the touch. You falter at being touched kindly, feeling tension in his back as you curl an arm around him. 

Sirius digs his face into your neck. 

“Hey?” you ask quietly. 

He steps back suddenly, an accusing fist held between your two abdomens. “Where have you been?” he asks, and there’s the sharpness to match his smell, scowl turning his grey-blue eyes to pitch, lashes in a furious tangle. “You can’t do that. You can’t just disappear for hours.” 

“I’m sorry–”

“It’s not okay.”

“She said she’s sorry,” James interjects, “maybe let’s leave it?” 

“Being sorry doesn’t erase the last two hours of us panicking, though, does it?” 

“She got lost–”

“James, it’s okay, it’s–” You shake your head. “Maybe you should go inside to warm up? You’re not wearing a coat either.” 

“I was in a rush.” James gives Sirius a warning look. “I’ll make you a cup of tea. Five minutes and I’m coming back out.” 

James trudges up the garden path to the house. You twist your hands together, staring into Sirius’ face, wanting to see every bit of his anger, keeping tabs on all of it so as not to be surprised. You should’ve known he’d run out of patience with you eventually. He’s had to deal with your awful moods more than anyone else. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Do you realise how scary it is to worry you’ve hurt yourself?” Sirius asks starkly. 

You flinch. “It doesn’t exactly feel great for me, either.” 

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Still, he softens. You feel like you’ve cheated. “I don’t understand. You got lost? How far away from the house were you?” 

“I don’t know, I was trying to go to Del’s.” 

“You’re not being honest with me, or any of us. It’s not fair. My heart is like a fucking racehorse,” he says, pressing his hand to his chest, fingertips smudgy with ash, “’cos all I’ve thought tonight is that you’d gone off and jumped off of a bridge or something. I know you wouldn’t.” He lets his hand fall. He quietens. It is almost apologetic, how he slows. “I know you wouldn’t. I knew you’d come home. But please don’t make me think about it.”

He’s gone pale in the cold, his hair in twists and tucked haphazard behind his ears. In his thick bomber jacket and his jeans, he could’ve just hopped of the bike, windswept as he is, but it’s the mark of worried hands having pushed his hair back repetitively rather than the weather, though the longer you stand there in the wind, the more tangled it becomes. “I dont get why you’re so determined to be alone,” he says. 

You don’t want to talk about it. When do you ever? More than ever, you’d like to stalk past him and slam your bedroom door, let him know you’re fine by yourself and seething, let him stay ignorant to you as you squirm in a bed you’ve come to hate. How often do you lay there wishing you could be alone forever? It’s not fair to anyone. It doesn’t make sense. They all love you and you feel sorry for them, ‘cos you tricked them, ‘cos you’re nothing worth thinking about for long. 

Sirius won’t stop frowning at you. It makes the drowning feeling worse. 

“I’m sorry,” you say again, hoping this time it’ll stick. “I don’t know what happened, I just wasn’t thinking. I don’t feel very well.” 

“I know.” He scoffs to himself. You relax at the hint of self-deprecation. “It’s not your fault. I’m fucking furious with you but I know you can’t help it.” 

“Sorry.” 

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. For saying you’d jumped off a bridge, that’s horrible, but you really fucking worry me sometimes and I’m so relieved that you’re okay that it’s making me horrible.” 

“You’re not horrible.” 

“I’m mean.” 

“You’re not.”

“No, I am. You’re the only person who doesn’t see it. Or at least doesn’t say it.” Sirius rubs his face, scraping a stray hair from his nose. “Sorry for shouting. Here,” —he holds out his arm— “let’s have a proper one.” 

He hugs you nicely, no force to it, less lingering smoke. The scratch of his cheek catches yours, his hand at the bottom of your back, your jacket and shirt rising with every sweep of his touch. You press your closed eye to his hair. 

“Why didn’t you come and sit with me or– we could’ve talked. Could’ve just led in bed, doesn’t matter, I would’ve gone to the shop with you.” He squeezes you, pressing his nose to your shoulder. “I can be morbid. We can be two miserable layabouts together.” 

“I didn’t…” You cringe. “Sirius, it’s not on purpose, I swear. I didn’t do it to make you worry.” 

“I know that, Jesus.”

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re home.” 

You pull apart as a car turns onto the street. That’ll be Remus. Another for your troupe of worry. 

“What do you think, is he mad at me too?” you ask. 

“Remus?” Sirius gives you another half hug. “‘Course not.” 

And true to form, Remus climbs out of the car with a fond smile. “Hey, where have you been?” His hair ruffles in the wind, scars turned palest purple in the cold. “You need to learn how to tell time.” 

You let him hug you. “Sorry.” 

“That’s alright, let’s go inside though. Have some tea. Did you eat much today?” 

You ignore the question. “Tea,” you say. 

“Yeah.” 

Remus ushers you down the path to the house, Sirius on your other side like bodyguards. 

“Thanks for, uh, looking for me.” 

Remus takes you by the forearm. “We’ll always look for you. But next time, wake me up first.” 

You nod gratefully. “Uh, okay. Thank you.” 

“Stop saying thanks. It’s alright, Y/N. It’s fine.” 

That’s what you’ve all said, but it doesn’t make it true. 

—

James goes home, though he doesn’t want to. “I can stay,” he says over the rim of his mug, half-pleading, wanting you to ask him to. “We can have a sleepover.” 

You insist that you’re really fine, he has work tomorrow, it’s late. When he doesn’t move, you say, “I feel bad enough that you were out looking for me in the cold.” 

Your voice is pathetic and scratchy and he can tell you’re going to cry, they all can, so he doesn’t push it anymore than that. He goes home, and you go to bed, and Remus follows you up a little bit later with a glass of juice and some thick, buttered slices of teacake. 

“You okay?” he asks, climbing into bed next to you where you’re laying down. 

“Fine.” 

“Didn’t eat much today?” 

“No.” 

“Have the juice, at least.” 

You take the glass. 

Between your sorry sips, Remus picks at one of the slices of cake, steals looks at you, though he doesn’t try to hide what he’s doing. 

“Sorry about today. Didn’t mean to worry you.” 

“You can stop saying sorry.” Remus lets his head tip from one side to another. “I can hear it in your voice that you don’t want to say it. Not that I don’t believe that you’re really, actually sorry. But you keep repeating it because you’re worried I want you to do that, and I don’t.” 

“It’s what I should say.” 

“Well, you’ve said it.” Remus turns to you, all bookish and rakish at once, lovely but tired, and he must be giving you a similar appraisal. “I wanted to be your friend the second I first talked to you. It wasn’t guilt.” He shakes his head. Wasn’t ’cos they’d played that prank on you with the shoe-eating goo, spied on you crying in a school hallway, overwhelmed. “I just liked you, and that was without any sort of knowledge of what you’re like. Now that I know you, I couldn’t be rid of you. Truly. I love you, you know that?” He smiles gently. “Even when you need time and you disappear. Please… don’t really go anywhere though, will you?” 

“I won’t.” You decided a long time ago that ending your life wasn’t in the cards. There are terrifying moments, numb ones, blink-and-it’s over ones, where you feel like it’s the only option you have. But it ends eventually, or it sinks into a background to be forgotten until the next time it aches. 

“Are you eating properly?” he asks. 

“Remus–” You shake your head as he brings a hand to your forehead, like he might stroke your hair. “You don’t have to do this.” 

“You don’t like answering, that’s all.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“I’ve made you talk much more than you would’ve liked to, tonight.”

“I like talking to you. To all of you.” You rest your head on his thigh. “You really are my favourite people in the world, Remus. I wouldn’t… wouldn't give you up.” 

“Good,” he says, stroking your forehead just a few times. “‘Cos we can’t be without you.” 

Sirius finds you collapsing in on one another a little later and rounds the bed to lay on your other side. He doesn’t bother sitting as Remus did, pulling the blankets up and slipping in beside you without worrying about what parts of you are touching parts of him, nor the slip of your back where your shirt’s riding up, nor how warm it is under the quilt. He grabs the end of your t-shirt and pulls it flat over your stomach, before his hand spreads out there, and you realise half-heartedly that he’s hugging you from behind. The room is barely seeable. Remus is nearly sleeping. Your tea cake went uneaten, left stodgy and dark on the nightstand. 

“This okay?” Sirius asks. 

“Yeah.” 

He burrows nearer, rubbing his nose against the back of your neck, then taking a long breath of you. 

“Are you mad?” you ask. 

“Not anymore.” 

You can’t believe that any of them could love you so much as to look for you. That James would want to stay the night, and that he’d let you turn him away. If you had any energy left in you tonight you would’ve done the same to Remus, and then Sirius. James won’t be happy when he finds out they’d slept in the bed with you and left him out, but he’ll forgive it eventually. None of them should care so much about you, what’s special about you? What’s even really good? What’s worth it? 

Sirius breathes behind you. He doesn’t seem scared to touch you, not worried to lay as close to you as your bodies will allow. His heat sinks into you. 

“Know any poems?” he asks, letting you shift into his back as he pushes an arm beneath you, curling, really holding you to him, a spoon of a hug. 

“What kind did you want to hear?” 

Sirius doesn’t answer. You hold still as his hand begins looping over your stomach. 

“I can’t remember anything right.” 

“Can you guess at one for me?” he asks. 

You stare at Remus’ falling chest. You’re lucky to have good friends. 

“I read one a few days ago, a couple of times, it was only a few lines.” You wait. Sirius doesn’t say anything, so you start to relay the poem slowly, stringing the words together as they come. “The world was a… nautilus shell... And the world was a grain of sand.” Your voice is odd, but the lines come to you regardless. “The world was a honeycomb… And the world was a strip of tender bark.” 

Sirius lets his lips warm your neck, asking softly, more touch than sound, “That was the whole poem?” 

You take his hand where it’s against you. “That’s it.” 

He nods. 

The world was a nautilus shell. And the world was a grain of sand. The world was a honeycomb. And the world was a strip of tender bark. You run through the poem again, three times, tripping over strip and tender and bark as Sirius’ breath warms your nape. 

“Please don’t do that again,” he says. 

“I didn’t mean to–” You force yourself to stay still. “I would never do something like that to scare you.” 

“Nobody in this room or out of it believes that you went on your walk tonight to scare them.” His nose tips down your neck. His hand spreads wider over your stomach. It feels so weird, so warm and rigid. It’s the best touch you’ve ever been given, and it doesn’t matter because you’re so ashamed of yourself —you went on your stupid little walk with at least some bad intent, and your friends noticed because they love you when they shouldn’t bother. This is a stain now, something you’ll remember. “But I can’t take it. Do you get that? I can’t take it. James found you two hours ago and I still feel like I don’t know where you are.” 

“Didn’t mean to.” 

“I know, love.” He actually does kiss your neck then, quiet smack of a real kiss. “I know. I know.” His forehead presses to your shoulder as he settles in. “You’re okay. I’m not mad.” 

“Me neither,” Remus croaks. 

You let yourself relax enough to feel tired. Warmth from either side of you threatens to bowl you over. 

“How are you feeling now?” Sirius asks. 

“Fine.” Always fine. They deserve better honesty. “I didn’t want to hurt myself. Jus’… I needed to move, like, go, and I hate this part. I don’t think it should matter that I’m not– that I don’t feel well.” 

“Don’t get upset,” Sirius says quietly. 

“I’m not.” You sound tight. “When I want to be somewhere, it doesn’t make sense that it matters. In the moment, I don’t remember that you…” 

“Love you?” Sirius asks. 

“I know why you were worried, I promise. I don’t live in a bubble. I know I’m selfish.” 

“Not selfish.” 

“It was, though.” 

“You’re thinking about it like we have a problem with what you did, and it’s my fault because I got so mad, but it’s not really that you did it.” His hand curls shy of your breastbone. “I was mad, but– darling,” —you squeeze your eyes shut— “you’re not on trial. You don’t have to prove your way out of this, all we need to know is if you’re alright now.” 

“Not really.” 

Remus gives a half-sleeping mumble. 

Sirius sits up in bed to look at both of you. “We love you. We,” —he gestures between you and Remus emphatically— “aren’t going to stop. No matter how many walks you go on, how many scares you give me.” He frowns at you sympathetically. “We’re not getting any further, are we?” 

“Sorry.” 

“I’m sorry.” He grimaces, dark around the eyes. “I’m a right prick and I’ve made a right mess of everything.” 

“It’s okay,” you whisper, chancing a touch, terrified you’ll be reprimanded for it but knowing, as you know he loves you, that you’re allowed. The tips of your fingers touch his collarbone. Sharp thing. 

He pulls a jib, lips all up and thinned like a smirk gone wrong. “Love you.” 

You must’ve petrified him. He’s never so open with his feelings, even when it’s half-joking like this. 

“I love you, too.” 

He makes another face. Good enough, it says. 

“Make me hot chocolate?” you whisper. 

“Mm, come on.” He pulls you from the bed by your wrists. “Don’t complain when it’s gritty. I’m not skilled as Remus.” 

“Quite right,” Remus mumbles. 

You hug him quickly before you leave. 

[kiestrokes]

Day 21: Star Lost | NSFW

▸ Idol: Lee Felix of SKZ ▸ Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ▸ Genre: WIP, smut, neighbor's to lovers AU. ▸ Vibe: This is a much further excerpt of an eventual smut, gamer/model!Felix that is incredibly loosely (and lovingly) inspired by the comic Let's Play by Leeanne Krecic. ▸ Warnings: language, beginnings of an established relationship, brief body insecurity.

Sexually Explicit Content: slight body worship, encouraging Felix, morning after sex, sexual intercourse (penis in vagina), sight orgasm control, soft dom!Lix (I wrote this for @chans-room and their dom!Lix agenda), multiple orgasms,

🗝️ Note: Has not beta-ed by me or anyone else. THIS IS A WIP! (it is wipmas) It is not complete; this is very much a rough outline/first run through. Sorry its late, I am fucking exhausted at the tail end of this holiday season.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

You’re woken up the next day, nude and draped across his body. You go to move and Felix grumbles. Tugging you up his body for some lazy morning kisses that quickly escalate. He guides your hips to straddle him as you fumble around for a shirt.

“What are you doing?” Lix rumbles as he kisses your jaw.

“I need a shirt if I’m going to be on top.”

“No you don’t, I want to see you. If you're comfortable with that...”

You nod, the nervousness quickly being overtaken as his hands glide up your stomach to cup a breast while the other guides his cock to tease your entrance.

“Sit back a little,” Felix breaks off into a gasp as you instantly comply, his eyebrows converging as you tilt your hips to sink onto his length.

“Ugh fuck-” you shudder, bracing your hands on his chest to roll your hips to nestle him inside.

Your neck snaps back at the feeling, breasts thrusting forward in his face.

Felix grunts in approval, “again.”

You do, again and again until you chance a glance at Felix his eyes flicking between your working pelvis and breasts.

He feels your eyes on him and meets your gaze “you’re so beautiful.”

Heat crests across your cheeks as his baritone of approval goes straight to your cunt.

You widen your knees, watching as Felix clenches his teeth. Hissing. His hands dig into the flesh of your ass and valley where your thigh meets your hip. Urging your forward, quicker with a brute strength that still amazes you.

“That’s it,” he bucks up into you and you toss your head as his cock hits that one spot perfectly again and again.

Felix laughs softly, leaning forward to nuzzle his face between your breasts. Hand gliding up your back between your shoulder blades to grasp a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck. You cry out, body shuddering at the sensation as Felix drives his his hips upwards, thighs slapping lewdly into your ass.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes!” You whine.

“Good,” Felix sighs long and ragged as your bodies drive towards a mutual release.

His hand in your hair tightens and you moan at the feeling, his lips teases your ear as he whispers, “want you to come all over me, before I lay you down. Can you do that?”

Felix ducks his head to lick one softened nipple sending it into a stiff peak before repeating the same to the other.

“Yes,” your hips stutter as the rubber band of pleasure pulls tight, too tight.

“Look at me,” you do as you shake with tension, nails embedding in his back as you start to fall apart.

His piercing gaze, the usually massive pools of warm chestnut have been overtaken by an abyss of black as his pupils are blown wide displaying his blatant lust for you.

“Oh!”

The same intense tension that made your body shudder, causes your body to fall limp, but Felix has you. Laying you down and slowly stroking you through the reverberations of your orgasm.

His own body tense as he holds off his release, seeking more from you first. To feel you clench and gush around his stiff dick. To feel your body heat up and radiate against his. Felix moans at the thought, sitting back on his calves to circle his hips against yours.

You glance at his stomach, his abdomen littered with your release and understand. He did that. You did that.

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[fushiguho]

✰ pretty boy satoru who is always hard and begging to be touched no matter the where he is because he’s a whoreee :(

“will you touch me, please?” he’d whine, those slutty hips bucking just once against the tangible air, uncomfortably readjusting himself. a thwarted groan leaves him as he continues to beg desperately. “baby, pleaseee it… it hurts. you can’t just leave me like this.”

satoru follows your descending gaze, the both of you peering down at his embarssing bulge at once. the thick cotton of his sweatpants strains against his hardened cock and truly, it looks like it hurts. desperately, he reaches for your hand, pulling it over his achy erection, yet you swat him away. a loud grumble of defeat drags from his dry throat.

dramatically, he crosses his long, narrow arms over his chest, shifting his body to peer out of the sleek window of the barren, swaying train. one of his gaunt knees bounce restlessly, the heel of his foot repeatedly rapping against the floor. he grumbles, “god, you’re so mean.”

“and you’re a whore. why are you hard?”

“becauseeeee!” he whimpers, ivory brows furrowing distraughtly. he throws his hands up in defeat. “i - i don’t know! i can’t help it, okay? i’m sorry.”

he watches as you roll your eyes and it makes his cock twitch. you could do anything to him, he’d let you. if you denied him forever, he’d beg forever and ever and ever. he’d fall to his knees right now if you asked. satoru doesn’t even mind when you call him a whore because he knows it, he may even prefer it.

god, it hasn’t even been one fucking hour since you’ve boarded the shinkansen to osaka and he’s restless. short, snowy wisps of hair fall before his eyes as his hips buck again, a small noise of discomfort belting from his mouth. he peers down into his lap then over at you, silently pleading with those big, begging eyes and your heart swells.

you suck your teeth, caving as an audible huff of air parts your lips. “jesus, come here.”

“god, yes.” he breathes almost too ecstatically, relief dripping from his tongue. “yes yes yes, fuck.”

hastily, he scoots closer, chest heaving in his ever growing arousal. expectantly, his gaze is flickering up, desperately catching your eyes. the prettiest look of longing is etched across his face, his eyes widening in eagerness. a shuddered whimper spills past his lips when you finally touch that poor, weeping cock and his hips stutter.

“f— fuuuck, thank youuu.” he gasps, deliriously lolling his head back to lay against his headrest, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “thankyouthankyouthankyou! oh my god, thank you baby.”

his legs fall open, trembling thighs sprawling obscenely wide like the utter slut that he is. satoru can hardly help the lewd jerk of his hips, mindlessly pushing his clothed cock against the warm palm of your hand, a desperate attempt at relieving the mind numbing ache. a throaty little groan tumbles from his gaped mouth when you begin to apply pressure, squeezing his cock just barely.

you trace around the shape of him, absentmindedly outlining the subtle curve of his twitching shaft. he throbs beneath your touch, that poor, leaking head drooling against the fabric of his briefs, ruining them. a darkened patch of precum soils his tightening sweats. the pads of your fingers creep along the dampened splotch of arousal and it only grows wetter and wetter.

“you’re such a mess,” you hum, a pretty little smile gracing your lips, “my messy boy, huh?”

he can only manage a dumb nod, peering down between his sprawled thighs to observe the way your fingers creep just a little lower, brushing against his heavy sack. his wet lips are parting stupidly, pale brows knitting as one. he really is a mess, thrusting his hips toward the palm of your hand like such a whore, stifled gasps and whimpers of your sweet name falling from his tongue.

“goddd, i’m yours! i’m your m— messy boy, all yours uh huuuhh.” he finally responds albeit woozily, slurring over his words like a drunk. his bottom lip falls between his teeth, saliva pooling against his tongue. “suuuch a fucking slut for you. only you can get me like t-this, i swear… god, i fucking swear.” he swallows thickly, voice quavering as a cry of desperation crackles in his throat.

satoru is adorable but god, is he loud. you’ve only been palming him through his sweats and he’s howling like a bitch in heat, far too overcome by his ineffable lust to even remember where he is in the first place. you shush him, clamping a hand over his mouth and he drunkenly drools against your warm palm.

he mumbles a muffled apology against your hand, promising to shut up, but it’s too late anyway because he’s accidentally cumming in his fucking sweatpants. with a long, stifled whimper, his hips stutter beneath your touch. erratic huffs of air jut from his flaring nostrils, fanning against your skin as you hold his mouth shut. satoru pants breathlessly, peering down at the obscene amount of cum that’s lewdly seeping through the fabric of his stained gray pants.

he gapes, looking up sheepishly. “i… i don’t have extra pants, baby.”

[with-my-calamitous-love]

too young / too dumb / to know things like love

katsuki bk. x f! reader

when perhaps one of the most heartbreaking and stressful relationship of your entire life comes to an end, katsuki can’t resist having you for one more night. angst/smut, breakup sex, y/a katsuki

@crushmeeren the snippet i left in ur inbox 🫧 thank you for all your love

another big kiss for u, 5sos nation 🤍 inspired by ghost of you

7:09 am.

katsuki wakes up, still pushed to one corner of the bed. he has the entire king size to himself, but remains unable to sleep on that side of the bed. your side.

he groans when he sits up, pain in his shoulders and a dull throb in his heart. red eyes flicker over to the leftover coffee mug on the beside. as time passes, your lipstick stain fades. but he doesn’t need the satin red makeup left on your favourite mug to remember how your lips felt, the way they tasted.

he wishes to go back to sleep, to dream long enough for you to tell him he’d be fine. he wants to believe that, to hold onto it. even if you know he’ll find himself drowning out his pain, dancing through his house alone, he hopes you’ll lie to him.

worst of all? so many saw it coming. but you both hoped, foolishly so, that you could defy the odds.

you didn’t.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.*

“so thats it?” you ask, but its more like a statement than anything. the finality in your tone isn’t lost on katsuki. the plates in the sink are left unwashed, dinner cold and neglected. the couch mourns the couple that once embraced on it, floorboards preparing to only creak for one.

years of training, of self doubt, surviving a war and becoming a hero, and the hardest thing katsuki has ever done was walk away from you.

“i have to do this.” he chokes back tears. “you’re not happy. i’m not either

and you want to lie and tell him he’s wrong, but he’s not and that what makes you so fucking angry. he’s hoping his absence will give you the peace his love couldn’t.

“i’ll give you your sweaters back.” you say, not knowing what else to add. you’re hoping he’ll say no. keep them. there yours. they’ve always been.

instead: “thanks, babe.”

“don’t fucking call me that!” you snap, tears spilling like a broken dam.

its at that moment when it sets in for him. when he realizes this’ll be the last time he sees you, or hears your voice. that from now on, he’ll have to drown it out, dancing through his apartment with nothing but the phantoms of what was.

“…sorry, [y/n].” he hesitantly steps closer. he wishes he could yell, be the asshole you know him for. but he right now, he’s wounded, returning only half his weight. he was losing his favourite part of him.

almost pathetically so, you jump into his arms, sobbing into his chest despite the anger you feel in your bones. he doesn’t think twice before wrapping his arms around yours, pulling you into him like its the last time. it is.

“fuck you, katsuki.” you cry, and he takes it. “yeah, fuck you too, [y/n].”

he says right before kissing you, but its different this time. there’s desperation in it, to feel you, to make this goodbye count.

as much as you try to, you know you love katsuki when you can’t hate him for breaking your heart. you tug him in by his collar, dragging the two of you to the couch. cries turn into moans, pain remains more or less the same.

he’s already shirtless, something he was always comfortable doing around you. he’s so hot it makes you mad, almost wishing you wore something nicer than his old zeppelin shirt thats too big it pools at your waist.

but he doesn’t care. katsuki will fuck you no matter what, evident by how he doesn’t even bother to take it off all the way, impatient. he grabs the hem, dragging it just above your chest. its no secret he wants to see your tits bounce and face flush when he’s buried deep in you.

your morning him, and the fact that from here on out you’ll never get a dick this good.

he rubs circles on your clothed clit, rough, hypnotizing you. he has to resist the urge to slam himself into you right away. he’s already breaking your heart, he doesn’t need to hurt your pussy in the process.

but maybe you don’t care anymore, whispering in his ear. “c’mon, kats, i want you.”

his breath hitches, red eyes looking concerned. “you sure?”

“just fucking do it.”

normally, he’d tease you, tell you to be patient. but he’s not patient either, moving your panties to the side before sliding himself into you. you both moan in relief. it doesn’t take long before he starts thrusting.

“i’m sorry. i’m so fuckin’ sorry.” he almost cries, kissing his apology into your skin, his cock deeply embedded into you. he normally likes it rough, getting you on your knees and pressing you into the pillow. but right now, he needs to see you- all of you. he knows this might be the last time.

“fuck, you feel so good, katsuki.” you whisper, cupping his face while he takes deep, intimate strokes. even on the verge of destruction, even as forever falls apart, he’s still able to make love and pleasure blossom from your heart and mind. he has that hold on you, that even if you married another man the next minute, he’d still have the key to parts of you you never knew you had.

hearing his name roll off of your tongue already breaks his heart. he swears that in another universe, this works. that right after he plants his release deep in you, kissing you through your orgasm, blurring the lines between fucking and making love, he’d hold you close and wake up to your face the next morning. and when that morning comes, he’ll head off to his agency after kissing you goodbye. he’ll think of you, of protecting you, of putting you at the centre of everything he fights for. even after this all ends, he still thinks that’ll be true. even if you lose your love for him.

“where do you want me to finish, baby?” he grits out, knowing he won’t be able to call you baby anymore. for a second you think of correcting him, but resign.

“just.. do it in me.” you cry. “i don’t want you pulling out.”

“fuck, you sure ‘bout that?” he grits, but he’s not complaining. he can’t give you forever, or even proper love, but if you want it, he can give you this.

you muster out a nod, his forehead pressed against yours. he feels that your close and so is he, his pace not faltering for even a moment. this really is the last time.

and when he releases, your mind whites out in pleasure. he makes sure to get as deep into you as humanly possible, wanting every lewd drop of him nestled deep in you. he groans into your ear, riding out your pleasure with a few more thrusts before collapsing next to you.

he pulls you in, almost on instinct. tomorrow it’ll be over, but you gave him tonight.

“you fucking idiot.” he whispers, though you’re not sure if he means you or him. either way, it’d make sense. idiot was his rude, endearing nickname name for you. idiot was also how he felt about himself, losing you.

“i love you.” you say, not knowing whats next, but knowing that whatever it is, it can wait till the sun rises.

“i love you so fucking much.”

and he’s happy that those are his last words to you, because the next day, he wakes up alone.

he pats the spot where you laid on the couch. he’s hurt, but not surprised. all his things are there, but its empty. haunted.

and he’ll find other girls, models, pro heroes, names he can’t remember. he’ll lay them down on his couch, hold their hands, kiss them or even love them. you’ll find other guys to unbutton your blouse, to lend you sweaters and promise you forever. but theres a deep understanding between both you and katsuki.

it’ll never be the same like what it was with you.

[karaeilishh]

𝜗𝜚 sorry? b. eilish . . .

a/n — you bitches wanted mad jealous dom billie so badly, here you go

cw — degradation, pathetic!reader, manipulative, jealous!billie

xmas fic n 2

maybe the christmas party was a really bad idea.

maybe your short red dress trimmed with fake white fur was a really, really bad idea.

maybe letting that girl buy you a drink was just a terrible idea.

“i-i’m so sorry, billie..” tears streaming down your cheeks, voice sounding so pathetic and desperate that her menacing expression is complemented by a chuckle. a loud intake of breath escapes plump lips before her piercing gaze burns a hole through your eyes. the pads of her fingers squeeze the sides of your neck painfully, nearly cutting off your airway. she can feel you pulsating beneath her grip.

“did i fucking tell you to apologize?” the wild glint in her eyes, the huskiness of her voice, so quiet yet terrifying, her entire existence made your legs buckle. you shake your head hysterically, unable to force the words out. the unknown is scary. "i said open up. wide"

you slowly open your mouth, the tip of your tongue resting on your bottom lip. her hand moves from your neck to grab your chin, almost breaking your jaw. her face is too close to yours, you can feel the hot breath passing through her clenched lips, the anger seeping from her entire being. "such a slut. mine"

it only takes a moment before you feel her warm, sticky spit on the back of your tongue, slowly dripping down your throat. your mouth is dry from the rapidity of your breathing.

"swallow, now" her tone is unwavering, terrifying, and you immediately comply, letting the liquid slide further down your gullet. she doesn't even call you a good girl like she usually does, her eyes are indifferent. just her fingers, parting your lips, pushing into your mouth. so deep that your gag reflexes work almost immediately. trying to lean further against the wall has no effect, billie just pushes her fingers further in, fucking your mouth. "suck"

lips wrap around three fingers, applying a little pressure as your tongue slides between them. her nails scratch the back of your neck, but it only adds more embers to the blazing fire between your legs.

as much as she loves the look of you like this, she gets bored quickly. her fingers leave your mouth with a dirty slurping sound, trailing a few strings of drool trailing from your lips. “you’ve upset me so much today.”

an apology threatens to fall from your lips, but you know that when she’s like this, you need to let her finish her monologue. iron rings burn against your heated skin as her fingers trace up your thighs. “i do everything for you, baby. and this is what i get in return? letting some slut buy you drinks.”

her tone of voice is sickeningly fake, making your stomach churn. billie was good at manipulating, making you feel so awful, just so she could fuck your brain mindlessly, turning your body and mind into a dumb mess. “it’s disrespectful, you know?”

more tears drip from your face onto your chest, leaving wet trails in their wake. "y—yes.." shame flooded your cheeks as you could barely see your girlfriend's face. she smiled softly for the first time, tilting her head to the side. "billie, i—i'm so sorry.."

"shh—shh—shh. my poor baby." her thumbs gently brushed the tears from your face as you shook under her touch. you both knew what a good attitude was the calm before the terrible storm. "you want to apologize to me properly, right?"

you nod.

"my sweet girl. only so obedient after she's been scolded."

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