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YOU COULD BE MINE â patrick bateman
synopsis: a brief overview of how itâs like to be in love with âthe boy next doorâ patrick bateman // warnings: mentions to sex & drugs. mdni !
a/n: for my parasocial anonymously mysterious gf
PATRICK BATEMAN was always a cold heartbreaker, fit to burn, and he knows it. but the worst part? so do you.
the two of you meet halfwayâyour innocence for his corruption, your softness for his sharp edges, your willingness to forgive for his inability to change.
dating him is stepping into a world of perpetual luxury. he spoils you rotten with reservations at dorsia, presents wrapped in tiffany blue, uncut cocaine. the kind of materialistic attention that made you feel like you were the centre of his perfect but bleak universe. youâre his trophy, the physically flawless partner who makes him look enviable. everything patrick does is a flex, a way of saying, look at me. look at us.
but thereâs another side to patrick bateman, the one he conceals behind âthe boy next doorâ. heâs awkward, painfully soâpathetic in the way he overcompensates, always trying too hard to be the man he thinks you want him to be. he tells you âi love youâ often enough to sound convincing, but the words always feel oddly rehearsed, like lines from a script he doesnât quite understand but knows he has to deliver. itâs the same way he taps his american express card on the counter, eager to buy anything that might fill the empty spaces between youâbut unable to offer anything of real substance.
youâve been together for years nowâlong enough for him to know your habits, your tells, the way your lips tremble before you bite down on them, or the way your hands fidget with your necklaceâa nervous tick heâs cataloged along with every other detail about you. he notices everything. âwhy must you find another reason to cry?â he asks. itâs not really a question. itâs an accusation, laced with an irritation that cuts deeper than he probably intends. patrick doesnât mean to hurt you, not exactly. but he doesnât know how not to, either.
sex is the only thing he doesnât hold over your head, the one currency in your relationship that flows freely. itâs not something you have to beg for or negotiate. in fact, itâs almost like an unspoken truce, a way for patrick to smooth over his shortcomings and remind you why you stay. he knows what you like, knows how to make you feel wanted even when his words fail him. and he uses it, of course he does. for patrick, fucking isnât just about pleasureâitâs control, reassurance that youâre his, that no matter how much you fight, youâll still end up tangled in his sheets by the end of the night.
but itâs the aftermath that stings the most. you see it in the way he leaves you in your bed, cologne and sex lingering in the air as the door clicks shut behind him. in the way he doesnât answer your questions, just shrugs and says, âi need to return some videotapes.â he comes home late smelling of bourbon and sin, brushing off your concerns with a kiss and a designer bag to smooth things over.
eventually, you stopped asking where heâd been. you learned not to question him, to count your stars that he even came home. because thatâs how patrick operatesâon his terms, in his world.
it wasnât new to you. youâd seen this movie before, the kind where the man you love doesnât love you backânot the way you need, anyway.
and yet, you donât leave. cannot leave.
sometimes he shares his favourite music with you, insisting you listen to a specific album from his beloved artists like whitney houston or huey lewis & the news. he talks about them in a way thatâs almost obsessive, like heâs desperate for you to see something in them, some part of him he canât articulate. and, somehow, you do. you listen, not because you love the music, but because youâve learned to understand the way he talks about it, the way he tries so damn hard to make you get him.
and then thereâs the patty winters showâheâll insist, more often than not, that you watch it with him, even though itâs something he already watches religiously. itâs never really about the show itselfânot about nazis juggling grapefruits or the absurdity of it all. itâs about you being there, sitting next to him on the couch, as he soaks in every detail. patrick wants you to be involved in his world, however messed up that might be. he doesnât always know how to express his thoughts or feelings, but in his own way, itâs his clumsy attempt at connecting with you.
itâs pathetic, really, how much youâve come to rely on him. and how much he needs you, even if he doesnât know how to show it. you stayânot because itâs the easy choice, not because youâre a materialistic, shallow bitch who canât say no to designer handbags and reservations at dorsiaâbut because somewhere deep down, youâve convinced yourself that you can make this work. that despite everything, maybe you deserve this messâthis flawed love. a love that isnât perfect, but itâs there. and thatâs something.
because, despite everything, heâs still there. and thatâs the part that fucks with your head. patrick bateman might not be the man you imagined, and he may never love you the way you thought he would, but in this mess, heâs still yours.
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congrats on 5k
hey bb ! iâve been brainrotting on insatiable lando and his gf for weeks now omg
for a cute lil fic i was thinking of reader being max fâs sister and lando and her being secretly together. theyâre all on vacation together and lando and reader are super insanely insatiable and the story on how they act on vacay đđ
anywhere she wants.
ln x fem fewtrell!reader
in which no one approves of your relationship, so lando shows them just how good he is to youâŚ
oh my sweet đ anon, iâm sorry this took so long! slowly getting back into the groove of writing, starting with this little piece! i went a bit off script but the vibes are hopefully similar to the request! huge thanks to angel bby @fairene for helping me out!enjoy! lemme know what you think!! big hugs and lots of love đ
songs to set the mood: my love mine all mine by mitski, i know places by taylor swift, she will be loved by maroon 5, summertime sadness by lana del rey
warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, fluff, angst, a bit of exhibitionism kinda, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, established relationship, max being a dick, angry/feral!lando, girlboss!reader, hints of ownership kink? for like. a second, lando being wise (not canon lmao), swearing
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fairy lights drench the pool with light, a glow dancing over the still surface in ripples. you smile, hum with content as the warm evening air washes over your skin, leaning over the balcony to take in the sight of where youâll be staying.
footsteps sound from behind you, the master bedroom, and you quickly feel two warm arms wrap around your waist, tan and thick. you lean into his touch, chest warming from the kisses peppered over your jugular.
âyou like it?â lando breathes, nosing over your earlobe.
âitâs beautiful.â you whisper, turning your head to nuzzle against him. he seizes the opportunity to seal his lips over yours, kissing you soft and deep. you spin in his arms, clutching at his shirt to hold him close, the kiss intensifying, changing pace. just as he licks into your mouth, a sigh, so loud that it breaks the sound barrier, tears you both apart.
âso is that all you two do now, suck each others faces?â max rolls his eyes, his disapproval of your relationship one of the worlds worst kept secrets.
âyes, max. thatâs all we do.â you mock, biting back at your older brother.
because of course youâre dating your brothers best friend. of course you are. life is funny like that.
lando stays silent, but you feel his hand on your waist tightening. max swallows hard.
âwe ordered pizza, if you guys wanna come down.â max bulldozes through the awkwardness, offering an olive branch, and leaves.
âhe is such a knob.â you mutter, shaking your head. lando strokes tentatively over your cheek, soothing you.
âheâs your big brother, baby. heâll get over this.â lando coos reassuringly, and you choose the easy path of believing him.
you and max occupy opposite ends of the excessively large dining table when you join the rest of your friends.
the tension has been palpable between you and max since he caught you sneaking out of landoâs london flat one morning, the reason for your visit quite clear. youâd stood with your ear to the door when heâd stormed past you and entered the apartment, making you more than aware that your presence was unwanted when he quickly slammed the door behind him.
youâd endured the one-sided screaming match that followed, the accusations that lando must be playing with your feelings, that it would never work out, that it wasnât fair at how exposed youâd be to the cruelty of his fan base, that he couldnât believe how low lando would stoop to date his little fucking sister.
you wanted to understand, and really, you tried!but max hadnât made it easy, constantly pushing your buttons and making needless digs at the both of you. lando convinced you that this holiday during the summer break would be healing; max would get to see how much lando cared for you, and everyone got much needed time to relax. so, with your friend group in tow, the three of you jetted off to the tiny spanish island.
surely, everything would be fine.
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everything was not, in fact, fine.
you can smell it in the air, the tension building thick and heavy. everyone thought they were slick, waiting for lando to leave so they could corner you, and corner you, they did.
lando had kissed you sweetly by the sliding doors to the garden, popping his airpods in and shouting a quick: going on a run! to the rest of your holiday party. youâd sauntered carelessly to a lounger, bikini clad, sprawling out across the chair to tan and watch the who can do the best canon ball into the pool competition that has become a long running championship. but you can feel stares, feel the walls closing in, and you push your sunglasses up to rest over your hairline.
max and pietra are locked in on you, as are the rest of your friends.
âwhat?â you feel hot, embarrassed all of the sudden for no reason at all.
âso, itâs going well, then⌠with lando?â one of your girlfriends starts, but it sounds extra high pitched, awkward. your stomach sinks as you realise the pathetically choreographed dance about to take place.
âfor fuck sake.â you mutter.
âsheâs just asking!â max shoots back, as if heâs offended, as if you canât see right through him.
âitâs going great.â you state, blunt as ever whenever your relationship is questioned.
âwe just wanna make sure that this is right for you.â pietra says sympathetically, her eyes soft. youâve known her long enough to know that even though her dickhead boyfriend is being callous, she genuinely cares.
âlando is right for me, you are all so full of shit! i donât get what it is that youâre seeing.â you try and keep your voice level, even as your blood pressure begins to rise menacingly.
âitâs not so much what we see between you, itâs more about what he was like before.â tom jumps in.
ah, yes. the infamous hoe phase.
âbecause no one here ever fucked around.â you glare pointedly at your brother. he lowers his gaze.
âare we sure this isnât just a⌠a fling?â pietra tries again, staying soft. her words still sting.
âyeah, i know him better than you do, and i-â maxâs voice cuts you like a thousand shards of glass and you body ignites with rage.
he knows him better? what does he know?
does he know that lando canât sleep without telling you that he loves you? does he know that lando cried into you arms after his miami win? does he know that lando feels itchy if he doesnât tell you that youâre beautiful at least eleven times an hour? does he know that youâre so crazy about his gorgeous, loving, infuriating best friend that youâre prepared to tell your brother where to go and to never come back?
âshut the fuck up, max. you know nothing! nothing about our relationship because you never gave us a chance. you donât see how much i love him because every time you see us together, youâre hellbent on destroying our happiness.â you point angrily, standing from your chair. before you turn to the house, you leave them all with a parting message.
âand all of you will do very well to remember who paid to bring your bitter arses here. remember whose fucking house youâre in.â you lecture, watching as they all turn sheepish as they realise how ungrateful they sound.
âi donât think i have anything to add.â you hear from behind you.
you jump, turning to see lando leaning against the door.
âshit, baby.â you breathe, rushing towards him, your skin crawling as you wonder how much heâs heard.
âforgot my phone.â he shrugs, smiling warmly at you. only at you. ânow unless anyone has anything to add, iâm gonna take my very, very serious girlfriend upstairs.â he grins smugly.
the silence is so deafening that you couldnât of even heard a pin drop if youâd tried.
you hold up your middle finger as he leads you away.
your bedroom door slams so hard that they must hear it outside. heâs tense, enraged at the disrespect that youâd endured, but heâs soft with you, pulling you into his rigid body. he relaxes into you, walking you further into the room.
âhow much did you hear?â you whisper, clinging to him.
âoh, you know, just all of it.â he laughs bitterly, fingers sinking into your hips.
âtheyâre assholes.â you growl, threading your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes it.
âthere is one good thing about it though.â lando hums, still guiding you deeper into the room. your back thuds softly against the sliding glass door, the one that leads to your balcony.
âwhat?â you breathe, suddenly extremely aware of his lower body.
âyouâre so fucking sexy when youâre mad.â he smirks.
turns out, he didnât steal you away to mope.
his lips crash against yours fiercely, teeth and tongue getting in on the action as he moves his mouth feverishly against your own. your neck tilts back, allowing him to swallow you whole, like his life depends on the feeling of you pressed against him. he trails kisses over your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck, two fingers grazing your ribcage. he snaps the tie of your bikini against your skin, stone cold aware of the lack of clothing adorning your body and he hums low from the back of his throat.
âthey need to learn that youâre mine, that youâre always gonna be mine.â lando grunts, pulling away to slide the door open. he pushes you out onto the balcony, the one that overlooks the very pool that your friends and your brother are licking their wounds around.
âlandoâŚâ you gasp, weary of his overly adventurous attitude.
âmaybe this will make them realise just how crazy you make me.â lando looks possessed, moving towards you like a wild animal engulfing its prey.
he cages you in against the wall, pulling one leg over his hip to spread you open, his fingers travelling to the flimsy tie of your bikini bottoms. youâre already soaked, embarrassingly so, really, but thereâs just something about those gorgeous, haunted eyes. lando letâs the bottoms fall to the floor, kicking them away impatiently as he quickly finds home between your legs.
âthink anyone else can get you this wet?â lando asks, eyes rolling back as he finds your slick folds. your jaw drops, already boneless at the feel of him. âanswer me, baby. nice ân loud for me.â he demands.
âno, lan.â you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. heâs teasing, stroking lightly over your folds and your sensitive bud.
âand can anyone else make you feel this good? i mean, baby, iâve barely touched you and youâre shaking.â landoâs teeth catch his bottom lip, his eyes glazing over as he watches you.
âlando, please.â you mutter, grinding down on his hand. you need more of him. he grins, flashing his teeth with pride as he renders you desperate.
âmy pretty girl fucking my hand, god, youâre so perfect.â lando praises, earning a moan from your kiss-swollen lips. âbet they can hear how soaked you are, baby.â
you flush red, shame and embarrassment blurring the pleasure and you press a tense hand to your mouth, trying to silence the waterfall of whines.
âdonât you fucking dare.â he warns, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy. he gives you no time to adjust, curling them upwards and rocking his whole hand against you. his palm bumps against your clit and you writhe against the wall.
thereâs no point covering your mouth, there is no hiding whatâs happening. you let him have you how he wants you, a consolation for him having to hear his friends badmouth him, and he takes every liberty, mouthing at your covered tits, lapping over your peaked nipples. you cry out, weak as he manipulates your body closer to an orgasm, your wetness trickling down his wrist.
âso good to me, baby, only you, lando.â you choke, your voice echoing between the stone walls.
âthatâs it, honey, make a mess for me. let âem hear you pretty girl.â he encourages, talking you straight into your first orgasm.
you tremble, gushing all over his hand as you cum, droplets splattering all over the paved floor. landoâs eyes turn black, mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, riding you through it.
lando letâs you cool down, propping you carefully against the wall, and leaning over the balcony. funnily enough, max is long gone, but the rest of them sit in stunned silence. he canât help himself, driven mad by your quivering body and their cruel jabs, choosing whatever the opposite of the high road is. he reaches into his pocket, finding his credit card.
âget out of the villa that i paid for so i can fuck my girlfriend anywhere she wants.â he shouts, watching the way their necks snap up to look at him, revelling in their reddened faces that are not just flushed from the sun. âtake this. have dinner. just fuck off.â he frisbees his card at tom, - rather carelessly really, considering just how much there was to lose on that little black square - and he revels in the way it lands square against his forehead.
they all stand up and scurry away, as few faint sorryâs! carrying through the air towards the couple on the balcony, but lando has more important business to attend to.
he scoops you up into his arms, grinning at your coy smile and your drooping eyes. he carries you to bed, planting you in the middle of the mattress.
ânot done with you yet, baby, open those eyes for me.â lando coos, crawling over you, his shirt and workout shorts flung to the other side of the room. he feels delicious against you, caging you in beneath him.
âwant you, lan.â you plead, a desperate smile on your face as you keen, stretching against the mattress like a cat.
âyouâll have me, baby. always gonna have me.â he smiles, eyes finding yours. âi love you.â
âlove you so much.â you whisper, pulling him flush against you. âno matter what.â you affirm. he needed to hear that, it seems, his eyes sparkling with something else, other than the sheen of lust.
he kisses you, firm and wanting, his fingertips sliding up over your arms, leaving prickles of lightning and goosebumps in their wake. one of his hands interlocks with yours, twining together above your head, his body stretching languidly over yours. you can feel him, hard and throbbing between your legs, teetering on the knife edge of self control.
âtake me, lando. have me how you want me. âm yours.â you croon, disguising a helpless whine as you arch your body into his. youâre squirming for it, to feel him sink deep and claim you his.
that seems to usher him along, and he drags his cock through your folds with a slow roll of his hips, the head catching your sodden entrance. you hiss, the intrusion not even nearly enough, but the sensation overwhelming you nonetheless. he slides into you carefully, stilling when his hips hit flush against yours. you do not want careful.
âfuck me.â you groan wetly, hot breath fanning his face as your mouth instinctively fills with saliva. youâre close to drooling for him.
âbeg.â he snaps, jaw tight as he battles his natural instinct to utterly ravage you. âbeg me to show you that i own you.â
your legs quiver, pussy clenching around him and he cannot help but buck his hips and suppress a whine. he styles it out, tantalisingly slow as he rolls his hips, grinding against your pleasure point, your slick walls. blood rushes in your ears, your body feral with need. you canât even tease, disobey him for the fun of it, not when heâs wound you up so delectably. your body keens for him, hums with the sparks, a live wire.
âdonât wanna be able to walk when youâre done,â you slur, beginning to ramble. âwant to feel you so deep that iâm ruined. âm yours, lando. have me.â you plead.
pleasure shoots through him, then, rapid and unwavering. heâs unforgiving as he rails into you, immediately stoking the fire in your belly. all of his body weight is on you, sweaty skin sticking and slapping as his hipbones bruise into yours.
âis that how you want it, huh, baby?â he manages to growl, scooping up your wrists in one big paw, his other hand working down the planes and curves of your body. he finds the triangles of your bikini top, hastily tearing them down just enough so that your tits spill out. all for him. all his. âlook at this perfect fucking body,â his breathe hitches, awestruck. âis it all mine?â
you cry out, nodding shamelessly as he ghosts his fingers around the swell of your nipple, switching to the other when heâs satisfied with the peak. he alternates between them, twisting and tugging, barely there and all too hard. you can only plead his name and tighten around his cock.
once heâs overstimulated your chest, he works his fingers further down your body, stopping now and then to dig into your flesh, appreciating the soft feeling of your skin under his calloused hands.
âand this hot, little cunt⌠is this mine, too?â lando breathes, right against the shell of your ear. his thumb presses hard against your thrumming clit, smearing your slick over the bud. âto play with? is it baby?â
âgod, yes.â you manage to bellow, the strained words tearing over your vocal chords.
âyes, what?â lando snaps, slapping lightly over the bundle of nerves.
âitâs yours!â you sob, choking on your own voice.
âtoâŚ?â lando coaxes, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he looks at you expectantly.
âto play with.â you stutter, cheeks tinged hot with embarrassment that seeps down your neck and between your sweat-dampened bodies.
âthatâs my good girl. my pretty, pretty girl.â he mutters, more to himself than to you.
ââm so close.â you breathe, writhing up the mattress, his body atop your inescapable. he toys with your clit, pinching the electrified nerves, watching how you buck your hips and leak onto the mattress. heâs covered in you, his belly glistening in the sunlight that washes over you, sealing you forever in this golden, sparkling moment.
âwant me to cum all over your tummy, baby? mark you mine?â lando gasps, driving into you with one goal in mind. he has to get you there, wants to be painted in the remnants of your pleasure and hung up in every art museum in the world. if only he wasnât so selfish, yearning to keep this stunning sight to himself for the rest of his life.
ân-no,â you pause, your jaw going slack for a moment as he circles your clit just right, grinds his hips so deep. âinside me.â you beg.
âfill me up.â
his vision blurs.
lando just about folds you in half, carnal desire surging through his veins. the hand keeping yours suspended over your head falls away, finding your navel where he applied a brutal, sweet pressure that leaves you blind and wailing. his other fingers busy themselves sinking into the meat of your thigh, dragging you backwards and forwards on his throbbing length.
your body goes limp, tears of pleasure trailing wetly down your face as your orgasm hits you, and lando canât help but bury himself as deep as he can go. the rutting of his hips and the messy rub of his whole hand against your clit leaves you awestruck, sobbing into the air of the room. youâre covering him in waves, shivering as you grow overstimulated but you canât help but chase the high. your violent quivers and dripping cunt make him whine, high pitched and divine, and he drops onto you, filling you up. he canât seem to stop, painting you white from the inside out, watching the way it drips out of you, coating the base of his cock.
this canât be over yet, he decides. he needs to hear you scream.
âlemme help you with that.â he mumbles, slinking down your body, eyes fixed solely on where you were joined together.
you donât even get a chance to mourn the loss of him buried inside of you, no. youâre too busy pushing at his curls, pleading that he lets up, but he canât. itâs not that he wonât, itâs that he quite simply canât.
his tongue runs up the seam of your pussy, lapping over the mixture youâve made and you canât do anything but cry and thrash, white hot with pleasure and pain. its so good that it hurts, and you give in, knowing that he isnât going to stop unless you say the magic words. lord knows, you wonât. lando knows you wonât.
itâs torturous, really, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth, drags his tongue over his mess and slips it right into your entrance. he swirls and sucks and nips and tugs. itâs like heâs turned a faucet on, watching hazily as you drip and drip, more of you and him seeping onto his tongue. heâs insatiable as he licks you clean, unable to resist luring you into a third orgasm.
and when it hits, god, does it hit.
the scream he pulls from your body is deafening, makes him shake with the intensity of it, the vibrations rippling through your body and ricocheting off of his. you relax limply into the mattress, urgently needing a break. you watch through hooded eyes as he slurps anything left of you from his reddened lips, your thighs clenching unconsciously. he just chuckles, flopping down beside you.
âtired, baby?â lando teases, stroking over your rapidly rising and falling ribs.
âjust a tad.â you deadpan, unable to hold back the giggles as serotonin soothes you.
âoh, sweetheart. iâm not even nearly done with you yet.â lando grins toothily, deviously.
something he said about fucking you âanywhereâ you wanted dawns on you and your eyes widen.
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anywhere really did mean anywhere.
heâd had to carry you to the shower when you were finally done, holding you close under the spray. you were lost to the memory of him pushing you into the sideboard in the hallway, laying you flat across the kitchen counter, eating you like dessert on the very same sun lounger that youâd been perched on when this whole marathon commenced.
youâre utterly spent, eyelids sagging when he finally sets you down on the sofa, playing on his phone while you fall asleep watching the office.
youâre curled up in landoâs lap, legs hanging over the end of the sofa when max finds you. hair still wet from the much needed shower and fast asleep in his best friends arms. he actively chooses to quell the disgusted curl of his lips. you look so peaceful, safe. his plans to throttle lando for his earlier stint subside.
âcall me a wankstain on society later, if you want, but please donât wake her up.â lando speaks with a hushed tone, not even gracing max with eye contact, his eyes remaining on the candies heâd been crushing before the other fewtrell turned up.
âi- no, i wasnât gonna call you that. i did, however, consider driving that very nice, very vintage lambo you hired off a cliff.â max mutters. lando scoffs a laugh.
âyou would have paid for it.â he still doesnât look up from the phone. max eyes the way lando strokes your side, in time with the crests and falls of your breath. itâs tender, intimate.
max considers that thereâs a strong possibility he was wrong.
âmate, listen-â
ânope. sheâs your baby sister, i get it. i get it. you can hate me for it, but you crossed a line going after her like that.â lando finally looks up at max, glowering sternly.
âiâm gonna talk to her.â max bows his head, as if heâs ashamed of himself and lando softens slightly.
âyou should, mate. she wants your support, your approval means everything.â lando says. âlook, i love her. i really do. and while you were accusing me of trying to ruin her life, you were crushing her.â lando sighs, his voice wavering with a hint of pain. max meets his gaze.
âfor the record, i donât think anyone will ever be good enough for my little sister, but you come pretty fucking close.â max relents, pushing his pride aside, finally. lando smiles, small and knowing.
âi just wanna make her happy.â he shrugs, a look of hopeless romance, utter devotion and pure happiness radiating off of him in waves as he gazes down at your frame. something in maxâs belly snaps, the apprehension dissolving to mush. he had gotten this all wrong.
âyou do.â he hums, watching how you curl further into lando as you stir in your sleep, the drivers fingers delicately combing your hair away from your face. âbut,â max quips.
lando grimaces, bracing himself.
âif you ever, ever, pull something like that again,â max shivers with disgust at the insinuation. âi will remove your bollocks and make you watch me crash the miura.â max swears, pointing a finger of warning.
âseems like everyoneâs come to their senses, no more��� pranks from me.â lando holds his free hand up in mock surrender.
âhave you two kissed and made up yet?â you murmur, stretching out in landoâs arms. you rub sleep from your eyes, sitting up and leaning into your boyfriends solid frame, resting against him as your eyes flit to your brother.
âweâre good. âm, uh, sorry.â max nods, attempting to be heartfelt. lando chokes on a laugh as it falls flat.
âyouâre âuh, sorryâ?â you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest.
âiâm really sorry.â max tries again, and you grin cheekily at your brother, watching as his shoulders release the tension theyâve been carrying all afternoon. he turns to leave, halfway to the door when you call out to him.
âhey, max?â
âyeah, lovely?â your chest warms at the sweet nickname. youâd forgotten the last time heâd called you that.
âwash your sheets.â your eyes blaze with amusement and you hear landoâs sharp inhale of breath, shocked that youâd gone there.
âyou didnât- my god, you did not-â max splutters, his face almost green with nausea.
âyouâll never know for sure.â you grin. you think heâs going to faint.
serves the bastard right.
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like imagine sugar daddy! rafe begging to eat you out after rinsing his money on yu x
i would die i think x
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â・ ŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・
you had just finished shopping with rafe at a couple of different stores, ending your journey at one of your favorite places, victoria secret. he had already spoiled you too much today but it was always worth it.
so as your walking around the shop pointing out what you liked, you decided you wanted to try a few sets on to make sure it would fit. rafe sat down next to the dressing room with your bags bought from expensive brands, places only kooks could afford, waiting as you tried on the pretty lingerie. they all fit perfectly except one was pretty hard to zip so you asked for help, ârafe could you come in here please? quick!â you yell to him, he picks up his head from his phone and walks into the large stall, locking the door behind him. âi just need you to zip this up. i think the zipper jammed-â you stop talking for a moment, watching rafe in the mirror in front of you stare you down head to toe. ârafey! are you listening?â and he snaps from the trance. âyeah..yeah im listening kid. turn around.â you do as your told as rafe walks up to you, bracing his hand on your shoulder as he pulls the he zipper up.
you squeal looking at yourself, happy of how the lingerie fits. âoh em gee! rafe doesnât this make me look so pretty! what do you think?â you turn to look up at him but jerk your head back a bit when he grabs you by the waist inching himself closer to you. âthis little get-up is for me hm princess? teasing me because you wanted daddy to touch you?â rafe asked you with a stern voice, his sudden actions make you fluster.
the two of you had agreed on a strictly money based relationship when you first started out, having you attend all the prestigious events to impress the kooks with his pretty girl on his side. but over the weeks you noticed he would look at you and hint things in a way that was not so professional. âno rafe! remember we said no sex and that this was only a business relationship?!â you tell him, although you were only trying to convince yourself at this point. âbusiness relationship my ass you know you want more than that. why donât you let me make you feel good huh? you look so pretty for me..â you look at him hesitantly, âI donât know rafey..â and he twists his head to the side. âplease baby?â his begging getting the best of you, you nod knowing what he said before was right and rafe flashes you a handsome smile. âtheres my good girl.â
you sat in the chair that was in the dressing room, your legs spread out in front of his face as he lapped at your soaked folds. he had taken the lower part of your lingerie off, carful not to ruin it so he could buy it after he was done with you.
you were barely able to contain your moans as he sucked on your bud, his biceps wrapped around your legs forcing your heat to be close to his face. rafe mumbled little nothings under his breath, praising you. âtaste so fucking good for daddy baby ..â you mewled at him, squirming around the chair and arching your back as he held you in place, âstay fuckin still alright?â he told you, pausing for a moment to get your response and you nod frantically. âmm yes daddy mâtrying!â and the brunette goes back to licking stripes up into your cunt. âletâs hurry this up yeah?â you whine and cover your mouth as he takes two fingers, plunging them into your heat.
rafe thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy, urging you to cum and you hump at his fingers, making rafe chuckle, âyou really want to cum huh needy girl?â you ignore him as he places little kisses to your sloppy cunt making your hips buck. rafe sucks at your sensitive bud a few more times and you cum, your slick covering the bottom on his chin leaving you out of breath.
rafe licks the arousal of his fingers but sees you spread out on the chair out of breath. suddenly taking your jaw with his other hand and shoving the wet digits into your mouth. âtaste how fuckin sweet you were for me..â you moan quietly around his fingers, slurping up the juices left as he looks at you.
he takes his fingers from your mouth, helping you clean you up and puts the lingerie set back in your shopping basket to pay for at the cashier desk. âlets go pay sweetheart. â he tells you.
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Toxic!Rafe and toxic!reader, where theyâre fighting because he wants to go out to a strip bar with Topper and Kelce which reader hates (she thinks they encourage his bad behavior) after she told him no. so when reader goes on insta to look at Rafes story and sees he lied and went anyways after seeing a pic of him in the sniffers row at the bar, she gets all crazy and starts responding to the story with full paragraphs đ and so when he starts replying she blocks him mid argument, and he goes home and yells at her until they get all lovey dovey again 𼰠(sorry this is long)
warnings: toxic relationship (?), slight humor, cussing, lying, crying, shouting, arguing, mentions of sex, a little plot twist at the end
â..i donât know about that, man. y/n has a bitch fit everytime i go somewhere without her, i highly doubt sheâd be okay with me going there of all places.â you stood outside your bedroom door, rolling your eyes at the sound of topperâs voice. âwho cares what she says? sheâs not your fuckinâ mommy, bro.â you suppressed a laugh, knowing rafe has called you âmommyâ a numerous amount of times. your boyfriend sighed, staying silent for a moment. âlook, iâll ask her alright? if she says no then i ainât going.â you smiled to yourself, walking into the room with a fresh stack of t-shirts in your hands.
âhere she is now, iâll call you back.â you placed the folded laundry on top of the dresser. âtell the spawn of satan herself we say hello!â kelce shouted in the background. âaww is that dumb and dumber on the phone? hey, guys!â rafe shook his head, a laugh tumbling out of his throat. he hung up the call, getting up to wrap his arms around your waist. you leaned into him, breathing in his cologne as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. âlisten, uh, topper and kelce are inviting me out tonight, âwanted to know if i can join them..â you arched a brow, turning around in his hold.
âand where do yâall plan on going?â rafe cleared his throat awkwardly. âwell.. you know how the guys are, they always wanna go to some new place..â he trailed off, clearly stalling as much as he could. âjust say it, rafe.â he swallowed nervously. âa strip club.â suddenly his hands felt tense on your skin, and he couldnât hold your stare. âa strip club?â you repeated, pulling away from him. âthatâs cute, but no.â rafe tongued the inside of his cheek, immediately taking out his phone.
[4:30 PM] to: topper, kelce: iâm in, pick me up at nine.
âwhat are you doing?â you eyed him as he brought the phone up to his ear, walking around to the other side of the bed. âmâtelling them i canât go, because youâre gonna be all pissed off if i do.â you scoffed, eyeing him carefully. rafe cursed under his breath, praying to god you couldnât tell he wasnât actually calling anyone. âhey, bro. i canât go, itâs a hard no.â he scratched the back of his neck. âyeah, i know. maybe another time- wait, where?â rafe stopped pacing, nodding along to his own imagination. âpizza and beer? that sounds good. nine oâclock? alright iâll see yâall then.â he shrugged as he pretended to hang up.
âalright, no strip club, but charlieâs pizza instead, is that alright?â you nodded. âthatâs fine, but you better text me.â he jumped up, pulling you into a hug that ended with you two falling in bed. âi mean it rafe, i want pizza pictures and everything!â he showered you with kisses, taking his time when he got to your lips. you two stayed like that for a few minutes, making out softly before you pulled away. âyou should start getting ready before i get too horny, âcause then i really wonât let you go anywhere.â you ran your thumb over his bottom lip, sighing when he got up. âgood call.â he laughed, getting an outfit ready for tonight.
nine oâclock rolled around faster than you wanted it to, and sure enough topper and kelce were outside honking like maniacs once they pulled up. âi love you, baby, iâm gonna text you in a bit.â you smiled, watching him holler all the way down to where topper and kelce practically tackled him. âwe promise to have him home no later than one, mommy dearest!â you gave kelce the middle finger, shutting the door once rafe blew you a kiss. now that you had the house to yourself you figured youâd shower and unwind, maybe finish the book you had been reading. all was well until you glanced at the time on your phone. 10:45 PM, and still no word from rafe.
you opened instagram, spotting the green circle around your boyfriendâs profile picture, indicating he had posted on his close friends. you clicked on it, your heart dropping at the video of rafe throwing money at a stripperâs ass. âfront row seats, baby!â he cheered. just as you thought it couldnât get any worse, the next story was a photo of a blonde sitting in rafeâs lap, topless and smiling from ear to ear. âthis motherfucker..â you closed the app, deciding you saw enough before opening you and rafeâs text thread on imessage.
[10:55 PM] - i donât know whatâs funnier; the fact that you had a whole conversation with yourself in front of me to make it sound like you were just getting pizza and beer with your dickhead friends, or forgetting to take me off your close friends list when you want to post yourself at some sleazy ass strip club. youâre a fucking joke.
rafe had never sobered up so fast in his life, all the blood draining from his face when he read your message. âfuck!â he cursed at himself, his head resting in his hands.
[11:10 PM] my <333: baby i promise iâll explain everything, iâm telling the guys to take me home right now.
[11:15 PM] - thereâs nothing you could say thatâll âexplainâ what the fuck you did. you sat there in my face and kissed me and reassured me when you were getting your way all along. can you even comprehend how fucked up that is? you made me look stupid in front of your friends who already donât like me. AND THE TOPLESS PICTURE???? ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE???? if i posted a picture with my tits all in jjâs face, how would you feel? we both know heâs one phone call away if i really wanted him.
rafeâs blood was boiling after he read your message, knowing that you could leave him and have someone as desperate and lovesick as jj replace him in a heartbeat. âbro donât sweat it, man. sheâll get over it.â topper slurred, entering figure eight again. âshut the fuck up, you donât know the first thing about being in a relationship.â rafe shot back, clenching his fists when the message he tried to send turned green. topper didnât respond, the rest of the ride home being dead silent.
rafe didnât even say bye to kelce or topper when they arrived at tanneyhill, instead he rushed inside, eyes immediately falling to you resting on the couch. you were wearing your pink, fluffy robe, rollers adorning your hair while you were typing something on your ipad. âbabe-â rafe shut the door, falling to his knees before you. âdonât get near me. you probably smell disgusting.â rafeâs jaw ticked, his patience already running low. âiâm so fucking sorry, y/n. i shouldnât have lied to you, baby. i promise iâll never do that again.â you finally looked at him, his bangs falling in his face.
âi know,â you sighed, âyou donât have to worry about me doing anything either.â you got up, attempting to walk past him before he grabbed your leg. âwhat are you talking about?â you knew rafe well enough to know when he was getting angry, and the way he was looking at you right now only confirmed your suspicions. âyou donât get to do what you did and think itâs all going to be fine and dandy with an apology, rafe. iâm leaving for my parents tomorrow, and donât ask me when iâm coming back because i donât know. i donât think i can live with a liar.â you shoved him away, only making him grab you again, this time throwing you down on the couch.
âyou donât think you could live with a liar?â he narrowed his eyes, a bitter laugh falling from his lips. âhas it ever occurred to you that i wouldnât have to lie to you if you would just not freak the fuck out everytime i want to go out and have fun?â you couldnât believe the words coming out of his mouth. âyouâre one to talk!â you screamed in his face, making him stand up. you followed suit, refusing to let him make you feel powerless. âyou wanna act like youâre trapped here? fine! play the victim, but donât forget everything you do to keep me from going out too.â you were pacing back and forth now, running your fingers through your hair.
âyou literally slashed my friendâs tires to keep me from going to her birthday party, and all for what? because you found out other guys were going to be there?â he pinched the bridge of his nose. âi paid for the damages, y/nâŚâ he groaned. âso?! itâs the principal! you do the most when it comes to me wanting to go somewhere, but me telling you not to go to a literal strip club is where you draw the line?? fuck you!â you started making your way upstairs, rafe right on your tail as you did so.
âfuck me?! iâm the one who takes care of you! thereâs nothing in this world that you want and donât have! i take you on regular vacations, i take you out damn near everyday, i keep you in all the newest shit, i pay for you and all your friendâs beauty appointments so that yâall could have a girlâs day twice a month, you just have no fucking clue!â he shouted, making you stop in your tracks. you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, breaking his heart in two.
âand what about everything i do for you?â you let out a shaky breath. âiâm what makes this house a home. i wear the clothes you want me to wear, i eat the food you want me to eat, i talk the way you want me to talk. iâm here when all else fails. iâm the one who holds you and comforts you when things get hard for you. iâm the one who makes sure you never feel alone, âmakes sure you donât go through anything alone. i do everything you say. on the days you work long and hard, iâm right here waiting for you with my legs open. on the days that youâre particularly tired, iâll be on my knees, iâll ride you and do all the work, and iâll do everything happily because i love you.â rafe was crying with you by the time you finished speaking, both of you standing in the hallway.
âi get up at the ass crack of dawn and doll myself up everyday because i want to look good for you, i want to please you with everything i do. when we go to the country club, i speak of you in the highest regards, and i do it because i want everyone to know that i respect you. i do all of this, and i do it all without the commitment of having a fucking ring on my finger. if that doesnât speak volumes for you, then i donât know what does.â you walked inside your shared bedroom, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. he dropped to his knees once again, hugging your waist like youâd disappear if he let go. âwe need each other. i need you.â he cried. you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him up off the floor.
âi love you, y/n. please, you canât leave.â you cupped his face. âi havenât seen my parents in almost six months, rafe. i have to..â he nodded slowly, taking your hand in his. âthen weâll go together. âtell them we have a special announcement.â you watched him with a confused expression as he went to grab a small box out the bottom drawer of the bedside table. ârafe!â you gasped, hands flying up to cover your mouth. âiâve had this for a while now, i donât know what i was waiting for, but i want to do this now.â he opened the box, the biggest diamond youâve ever seen lighting up your eyes.
âi know we have to work on some things, but thereâs no one else iâd rather do this with.â you gazed into his eyes, a small smile gracing your lips. âokay, letâs do it.â
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i didnât realize the riddle brothers were a "buy one get one free" type of deal, but alright â simp! overprotective! yandere! riddle brothers x gn! oblivious! bullied! slytherin! reader
requested by đ!
2.5k words, not to brag đ
i love writing the brosâ interactions with each other as like, actual sibling-core yk? they r just so cutie patootie
the reader's patronus makes an appearance in this, but i tried to make it as accessible to everyone as possible, so it's never explicitly stated what animal it is. it is implied that itâs able-to-fit-under-a-table sized though
also this is totally just pre-slash nothing that interesting happens
warnings: couple mentions of blood, mild descriptions of wounds, implied violence, implied bullying, murder
not edited!! this is my first like, really long fic so constructive criticism is welcome!
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A well-timed shove to the small of your back sent you tumbling down an entire flight of moving stairs.Â
You groaned as you hit the bottom, sprawled out on your back on the cold stone floor. You laid there for a moment, winded. You could hear the occupants of a nearby painting titter at your gracefulness (or lack thereof), so you rolled your head to the other side to give them an award winning smile and an unabashed middle finger.Â
You could hear them all grumble about kids these days and how I never wouldâve treated my elders this way. You just rolled your eyes at their pettiness.Â
âUhâŚwhat are you doing?â A decidedly alive voice interrupted your momentary satisfaction.
âAh- evening, Riddle!â You said cheerily as soon as you recognized the speaker, scrambling to your feet and dusting off your uniform. âNothing! JustâŚtripped. Couldnât see very well in the dark, thatâs all.â
Tom blinked, his lips twisted into a frown. â.....Fine. But donât let me catch you out of bed past curfew again. Youâre a Slytherin, for Salazarâs sake. Act like it.â
And that was it. Tom turned on his heel and continued down the hall without another word. Tom Riddle: prefect, teacherâs pet, and obnoxious hardass extraordinaireâhe just...let you go, with no threats of detention or loss of house points.Â
Huh.Â
~~~
Tom, having just returned from a full nightâs shift of prefect hall duty, flopped face-down onto his bed, his cheeks aflame as he let out a muffled shriek into his pillow.Â
His brother, in the process of getting dressed for the day, paused at the scene in front of him.Â
âDude, whatâs your deal?âÂ
âL/n,â Tom said by way of explanation, kicking his feet as he shrieked into his pillow again. âThey acknowledged me. And they know my last name.â
âMost people know our last name, Tom,â Mattheo rolled his eyes.
âNo- you donât understand,â Tom said emphatically. âL/n is likeâŚthe cutest person to ever exist. And theyâre so sweet, and smart, and funny, and-â
âAnd terrified of us?â
âWellâŚâ
Mattheo rolled his eyes, putting his hands on his hips. âYou talk about them too much. Itâs getting insufferable.â
Tom just scowled and flicked his fingers to cast a wandless spell that straightened Mattheoâs tie and neatened his uniform. âThe way you dress is insufferable. Slob.â
Mattheo stuck out his tongue at his brother before ruffling Tomâs hair to purposely mess it up. âDick.â
âIdiot.â
~~~
Mattheo glanced up at you as you hovered uncertainly by the corner of his desk.Â
âCan I sit hereâŚ?â You mumbled shyly, your cheeks flushing as the pretty dark-haired boy in your year smiled up at you.
âCourse!â He grinned brightly before realizing that might have been too enthusiastic of a reply for eight in the morning and quickly tried to cover up his slip. âUhâŚY/n, right? Iâm Mattheo.â
âYeah, I know who you are.â
Mattheoâs stomach dropped.
Fuck, thatâs not good.
âYou let me copy your homework in third year for that essay on the properties of wormwood, or whatever.â You said offhandedly, like it wasnât batshit insane to remember that pointlessly tiny detail. âThank you for that, by the way. Potions sucks ass.â
Before Mattheo could even think, the words left his mouth. âI could tutor you if you want.â
You looked at him oddly, but grinned after a second. âYeah, sure. Thatâd actually be really helpful. Snape hates me, man.â
âReally? Even though youâre in Slytherin?â
âMhm, his baseless nepotism only extends so far.â
Mattheo barked out a startled laugh as your deadpan humor caught him off guard. You just grinned at him in response, causing the tips of his ears to immediately burn bright red.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, ducking his head in embarrassment. âUmâŚdo you wanna meet in the library after school today? For our tutoring session,â Mattheo hurriedly added.Â
âSure, alright.â You shrugged. âSee you there.â
He beamed, giving you that stupidly adorable grin once more. âAwesome! Yeah- yeah, cool. Awesome. See you there then.â
~~~
You were still shit at potions.
It had been six weeks of tutoring, and youâd learned pretty much nothing. Although, that wasnât an issue on Mattheoâs part, but rather on his annoyingly hot older brotherâs.Â
Tom Riddle was surprisingly funny. For someone who gave off almost exclusively stoically austere bastard vibes, he enjoyed cracking jokes and enlisting your help in pulling pranks on his brother a bit too much.
It became your routine. Every Tuesday and Thursday after school, you would meet the two brothers in the library, waste like three hours joking around and getting absolutely no work done, and then going back to your dorm and ranting to your roommate about how fucking cute they are and how you would gladly pay for the opportunity to make out with one- no, both of them.Â
(Your roommate is so fucking tired of hearing about the Riddles. Youâd better buy them a latte and a cake-pop as an apology.)
~~~
You struggled to get up, your legs giving out. You cursed under your breath, putting a hand to your forehead as it throbbed in pain.Â
It came away sticky with blood.Â
This wasnât going to work, you realized belatedly. With what remained of your strength, you were able to reach out and grab your wand, murmuring a quiet, âExpecto Patronum.â
A spectral creature formed in front of your eyes, remaining motionless as it stared at you.Â
âGo find Riddle,â you mumbled to the Patronus, your eyelids growing heavy.Â
You barely registered the wispy glowing animal immediately bounding off at your instructions, your vision doubling before your body went completely slack, the wand slipping from your fingers and hitting the tile floor with a clatter.Â
~~~
Mattheo doodled mindlessly in the margins of his parchment as his brother droned on and on about the properties of willow bark in potions and really, this is important, Mattheo. Pay attention.
âWhy isnât Y/n here yet?â Mattheo asked his brother for the third time.Â
Tom rolled his eyes. âI donât know, Matt. Just like how I didn't know when you asked me five minutes ago. Maybe they just donât want to see your stupid face any more, huh?â
âWhat if theyâre in trouble? Or hurt?â Mattheo worried, chewing on his thumbnail and ignoring his brotherâs insult. âTheyâre never late, Tommy.â
Tom wrinkled his nose at the use of the dumb (albeit endearing) nickname Mattheo gave him when they were children, but the sinking feeling in his gut at hearing his brotherâs distressed tone didnât help to ease the niggling worries at the back of his mind of maybe they are in trouble.
As if on cue, Mattheo shivered as something icy cold brushed against his ankles. He glanced down. A glowing spectral creature nudged his leg, looking up at him expectantly with unnervingly empty eyes.Â
A Patronus.Â
Y/nâs Patronus.
~~~
They followed the Patronus down the deserted hall, the animal occasionally pausing to make sure the boys were both still following it before bounding forward again.
The Patronus stopped in front of a bathroom door, giving them both that same unnervingly hollow-eyed stare of expectancy.
Tom gulped and pushed open the door, fearing that he might find the worst.
He did.
~~~
Your eyes cracked open slowly, and you winced at the multitude of stinging and stabbing pains that wracked your body.
You had to blink a couple times for everything to come into focus. You were in a small room with white walls and white flooring, and the gentle dawn illuminated the quiet space with soft rays of light. The steady beep of a vitals monitor faded into the background as you stared down at yourself.
You werenât wearing a shirt, for one, or even a hospital gown. Pretty much your entire upper torso was wrapped in bloodstained gauze. The jagged edges of a brutal slash across your chest peeked out of the top of the dressings, and you had to close your eyes and hold your breath for a moment to keep from throwing up. Once youâd calmed back down, you opened your eyes, startled to see that you werenât alone.
Mattheo had pulled up a chair to the side of your hospital bed and crossed his arms on the mattress, using them as a makeshift pillow. His dark lashes fanned across his cheeks, his breaths slow and even. He looked so peaceful and...unguarded in his sleep. You reached down to brush a loose curl away from his forehead.
âHaving fun?â
You startled, jerking your hand back.Â
Tom leaned against the doorframe of your room with an amused expression, quirking an eyebrow and wiggling his fingers in a wave.
âShut up,â you hissed back in a whisper, your cheeks flaring red.Â
Tomâs amused grin only grew at your dark blush as he invited himself into your room fully, closing the door behind him.
 âYour secretâs safe with me.â He jokingly winked, tapping the side of his nose.
âYouâre insufferable.â
âSo Iâve been told.â
âWhat am I doing here?â You quickly changed topics, refusing to even look down in Mattheoâs direction.Â
Tom sighed, any amusement on his face rapidly vanishing. âYou sent us a Patronus, thank Merlin. Pomfrey said you wouldâve bled out if you hadnât.â
You had no memory of casting the Patronus charm at all, but you trusted Tomâs recollection of events better than your own jumbled and spotty one. âBled out?â You questioned, your heart hammering in your throat as your voice climbed an octave in anxiety.
Tom nodded, his face carefully schooled into a blank and neutral expression. âYou were hit with the Sectumsempra spell. You've been out for three days now.â
Your brow furrowed. âMalfoy got hit with that last year thoughâand was in and out of the infirmary in less than a day.â
âSnape knew the counterspell and found âim just in time last year,â Mattheo mumbled sleepily, his eyes still closed as he tuned into the conversation at hand. âBut whoever hit you with it just left you there to die.â
âCharming.â You mutter under your breath.
âRegardless of what happened in Malfoyâs instance,â Tom interrupted briskly. âYou were on the brink of literal death. So Iâll ask you this one time and one time only. Who did it, Y/n?â
~~~
âI brought you a cookie from the Great Hall,â Mattheo grinned widely, climbing into your hospital bed next to you and unwrapping the napkin in his hand. âAnd the notes from todayâs Charms lesson, but thoseâre boring and we both know you wonât actually read âem.â
âAww, you know me so well.â You teased, breaking the cookie in half and handing him one of the pieces.
Mattheo cupped the cookie fragment in his hands like it was a priceless treasure, staring down at it in unrestrained awe.Â
You just shook your head at his antics and brushed the odd reaction off.
~~~
You woke up this morning and just felt like shit. You were nauseous, and dizzy, and felt borderline faint. Tomâs voice, usually soothing and comforting to hear, sounded like nails on a chalkboard right now. He rambled on and on about the delicate process of making the temperamental Felix Felicis potion.Â
âTom,â you interrupted, your voice scratchy and quiet. âCan we take a break? Please?â
He blinked, surprised at being interrupted, but nodded slowly. âI supposeâŚ? Why?â
âDonât feel good,â you mumbled, setting your textbook down and rubbing your eyes.Â
âI wouldnât expect you to,â Madame Pomfrey said brusquely as she bustled around your hospital room, shooing Tom out of the way to stand by your bedside.Â
(Poppy Pomfrey remains the only person who can and has shooed Tom Riddle III and lived to tell the taleâand all without a single ounce of fear.)
âIâve raised your dosage so that you can be out of here in time for your N.E.W.T.s.â Pomfrey elaborated upon seeing your confused look.
âFantastic.â You mumbled dryly, grinning sleepily up at Tom as he grabbed onto your hand and interlaced your fingers together. He ignored the way his heart skipped a beat in favor of letting you hold his sweaty palm.
âGo to sleep, L/n,â Tom muttered under his breath. âPotions can wait.â
~~~
Tom lay in your hospital bed beside you, running his thumb over your knuckles. âPlease? We promise we wonât do anything.â
âYeah,â Mattheo chimed in from the other side of your crowded bed, one arm tossed over your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. âOr at least, nothing weâll get caught for.â
You sigh, tired of their ceaseless pleading. âAlright, alright, fine. Iâll tell you who it was.â
Both boys leaned in close.
You sigh again and roll your eyes at their overprotectiveness. âAlright, it was-â
~~~
Tucker Thompson and Devin Dobbs: Gryffindor Sixth Years Found MURDERED at Hogwarts! Dumbledore: âNo comment at this time.â
You tilted the newspaper so Madame Pomfrey could read the article over your shoulder as she replaced your IV bag.Â
Pomfrey just sighed and rolled her eyes. âI donât understand how Skeeter is still employed at the Prophet.â
âCause shock value will always hold weight in the media?â You answered dryly around a mouthful of depressingly plain infirmary wing toast. âAnd Skeeterâs good at nothing if not coming up with bullshit shock value titles.â
âThat may be true,â she began, snatching the paper from your hands. âBut patients shouldnât be reading about such dark subjects, and certainly not while under my care. And donât talk while eating. I rather like your company, and would hate to see you choke.â
You rolled your eyes at her suffocatingly motherly behavior. âSo are they? Thompson and Dobbs; theyâre really dead?â
Madame Pomfrey hesitated.
You let out a relieved breath of air that you tried (and failed) to hide behind a cough. âThatâsâŚterrible.â
She narrowed her eyes and studied you for a long moment, her fingers mindlessly worrying the deckle edge of the newspaper in her hands. âIt was them, wasnât it? Your boys.â
âMy boys?â
âYes, yes, Riddles one and two. Your boys.â
âOh- weâre notâŚâ
She raised an eyebrow, pursing her lips as she tried to hold back a laugh at the utter obliviousness of teenagers. âDo they know that, dear?â
You spluttered out a half-assed rebuke to her statement, but Pomfrey quickly interrupted you.
âTheyâve been staying here for hours every day for the last month. They want more than just your friendship, hon.â
âNo way. Weâre just friends.â You insisted firmly. âThatâs all.â
Madame Pomfrey rolled her eyes. âUh huh. Friends. Keep telling yourself that.â
You stared after her, open-mouthed in bafflement, as she rolled up the Prophet, tucked it under her arm, and turned around without another wordâleaving you with zero reading material and a million questions.
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you have to love how pomfrey could not give less of a fuck that the riddles murdered two students as long as she gets her ot3 absolutely iconic behavior
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~ 05.10 - Sigma ~
Dom!reader x sub!Lamb!Sigma - reader is gender neutral
Warning: lamb hybrid, teasing, dirty talk, breeding kink (once mentioned), heat circle, fingering, handjob, dacryphilia, ears stroking, biting, implied stalking, sigma didnât really give his permission..? (His mind wasnât clear), overstimulation, sub-space, mind break
~ Word count: 5.6k ~
Nini!rant: I LOVE SIGMA AHHHHH
Kinktober list 2024
Sounds of chips clattering echoed through the casino, alongside the irritating chatter of the high-class people. Each and every one of them held a glass of champagne in their hand, cards in their other one. The atmosphere was stuffy yet elegant, a lingering sense of seriousness wouldn't leave. It was to be expected, one wrong move at any given time at any of the tables could mean your downfall. The chandelier's light shone brightly, like a second sun, illuminating every corner of the sky casino.
Among this grandiose hall full of players, there was a man who stood out more than anyone. He wasnât an extraordinarily lucky or good player, in fact, he was the dealer, the one managing the game. It might be due to his skills with cards, or that confident smirk he wore that seemed awfully fake to you. Who knows, it could even be his unusual hair color. White and light lavender, split cleanly in the middle, a combination you havenât heard of til now. When your eyes scanned over his outfit, you noted every little detail about him.
How rare for someone to catch your interest like this, you had to get to know him. His clothes were formal, but his sleeves were way bigger than the normality, itâs good for hiding cards. That cotton candy-like hair of his reached his waist, it was loose and cut in a weird manner. Somehow it still looked good, in its own unique ways.
âWhoâs his barberâŚâ You whispered under your breath, unsure if you were impressed by that barber's luck or ability to communicate. Through sheer luck or skill, he somehow managed to convince the man that it looked normal.
The scent of Parfum tickled your nostrils, a woman to your right turned over to you and said, âHim? Oh, itâs the manager of this fine establishment.â She smiled sincerely, praising that man, âI respect him for granting us this lavish lifestyle.â She appeared very friendly, though you couldnât help but wonder why she suddenly talked to you.
The girl noticed your hesitant look and flinched, âDidn't you ask who he was? Ah..! You werenât talking to me, Iâm deeply sorry!â Then she ran off, without giving you an opening to say thanks, she was probably too embarrassed by the situation. Sure, you were a little awkward at first since you didn't realize she was talking to you, nonetheless, you wanted to ask her a bit more about that amazing manager everyone appears to like. How did you know that? He had made quite a name for himself.
Well, there is nothing to be done now, guess youâll have to find out more through other sources. Contrary to what you expected, after meticulously asking around, no one could provide information about him that you didn't already know. His name was Sigma, and where he came from is unknown as well as his last name. How he acquired his current position is also hidden in the dark. Heâs known to be refined and hard-working, but that is all they know about his personality.
âItâs strange how little information there is about him, considering his reasonably large popularity." You mumbled under your breath, he was a tough one. Though that difficulty only made you more curious about him, was there more to this simple man? Some might ask what you'd gain from investigating him like this, and honestly, you didnât know. Rather, you just wanted to know more about him. After âobservingâ (watching his every step) him for almost two months now, youâve picked up on some of his habits.
Despite his great reputation, he does cheat during work at times. Not due to bribery, but to help the unfortunate ones. And every time heâd do that, heâd look a little nervous afterward, probably at the possibility of getting caught and ruining the high expectations he has to carry around. âBut he still helped that old geezer.â You whispered, smiling to yourself. He was a kind soul, too nice for being a casino manager, a title thatâs often associated with being greedy for money.
Another thing that you noticed was how heâd take a day free about every two and a half weeks. So, 16-17 days. It was a strange way of having a vacation, and to be fair you thought he wouldnât rest at all considering what his character was like.When you tried to find out what he does in his free time, you were met with no results. An absolute zero. Heâd spend the entire day in his room, and have his guards block the entrance. You weren't even allowed to walk by his door, not like it would have led you to somewhere meaningful.
Now let's ask a question, what could he have done the entire time? Did he enjoy a perverse hobby during these days, or why did he have to keep it so secure? Nevertheless, since this was a dead end, you became more engaged and determined to find out the reason behind it. Which is why you finally approached him after all this time, instead of watching from afar.
Sigma had long noticed your sharp stares at him, quietly following him around like a shadow. His only concern was, why did you do this? He was responsible for making everything work, so he was quite observant as well. All this time he worried that it would turn out to be dangerous for him and his casino, yet you didnât do anything, only staring at him like a beast eyeing up its prey. So consider him surprised when you suddenly sat down at the table he was dealing and asked to join the game.
He was so suspicious of you the entire time, eyes finding themselves on you whenever he was caught off guard. Despite all that, he still didnât make any mistakes, that man took his job very seriously. Now that you were up closer to him, you realized you didn't give his beauty enough credit. You wondered if he was actually Modeling in his free time or other things under similar categories. Perhaps he posed vulgarly for some photoshoots?
That could make sense considering he has a reputation to uphold, so if anything unpleasant gets revealed he wonât be able to continue doing this job. Ah, look at that, your mind has wandered off to some dirtier subjects again. You wondered, surely this angel-like appearance of his isnât only a facade? In the end, you couldnât help but chuckle, startling the boy and your opponents. Why were you laughing, was it a bluff or a cry for help?
Sigma considered himself very loyal to his customers, he dedicated himself to them, yet he canât seem to read you at all. After spending all that time among people, learning about them and their body language, he still couldnât understand the purpose behind your actions. There was just no way you were watching him for no reason, right? Even now, you werenât paying attention to the game on the table, those sharp eyes of yours were only on him, on his every move.
What the heck⌠thatâs almost creepy, he thought, gulping down a lump that was stuck in his throat. He tried his best to ignore you, but who could possibly do that when you were staring at him so intensely? Canât you focus on the damn game? You were going to lose at this rate. Contrary to what Sigma predicted, you won in the end. Surprise and irritation were written all over his face, he couldnât believe it with his own two eyes when he knew that he gave the cards fairly.
Was it luck? Probably.
You were just a fortunate player, that was the only answer. While Sigma was still lost in thoughts, you started striking up a conversation with him. âSo, manager? The mood is fantastic tonight as well, isnât it?â You commented, putting your elbow onto the poker table and stabilizing your head with your hand. He stared at you blankly, not responding even after you praised him, âThanks for your hard work.â And here he was, wondering what you were going to say. At least he knows you are not a rude person?
It took a while before he gave you a reply, probably because he was taken aback. Then the male smiled gently, wearing the same trained and calculated expression as always as he said, âIâm glad you feel that way, y/n, it is my greatest honor.â You chuckled, so he knew your name. Did he do a background check on you? My, you didn't realize you appeared so dangerous in his eyes. A smug grin was plastered on your lips while you spoke, âOur manager is a blessing from the heavens, eh?â
He blinked at your statement, a little flabbergasted at your bold words. Can he take that as a compliment or sarcasm? Before Sigma could deal the cards for you, you stood up and left. Turning your head over your shoulder while waving to them, especially the pastel-haired guy goodbye. âThat was my last game for today, Iâll see you tomorrow.â You didnât even bother asking if he would be dealing tomorrow as if you knew he would. Have you learned his schedule already?
After this game heâll need to do another background check on you, he wonât allow anything that harms his âlifeâ to remain at this building. But guess what? He was still unable to find anything about you, other than your personal number, room, and name.
To his dismay, you also started bugging him every single day. The moment heâd step into the hall to do his job and show his face, youâd be sitting at the table heâs responsible for. How did you do that anyway, can you predict the future or something? Was that perhaps your ability- no, donât think about something so troublesome.
He can't deal with it, he is too scared for that. If he could, he would have banned you already, sadly he didnât find a single misdeed from you, there was nothing. It would be too unreasonable to throw you out for no reason, it could ruin his reputation. What a pain in the neck you were, couldn't you just leave him alone? How bothersome, as if he didn't have enough on his plate already, did you have to barge into his peaceful life like that?
This cat-and-mouse game continued for the next two weeks. With you being near him as often as you could, and him trying to avoid you at all costs. Thatâs not even the most scandalous part, no. No matter what you played, you kept winning, your lucky strike was in the double digits now. The other customers began to encourage you and be on your side, and with that, it will be even harder to kick you out now.
Damn.. why canât things go his way? If it was Fyodor, he would have definitely come up with a way to deal with this. That undeniably intelligent man would have manipulated you for sure, and got you to leave on your own accord-
Whatâs stopping him from doing that?
Sure, Fyodor was way better than him in all possible aspects, but it doesnât mean he can't do it, right? He isn't useless after all. It has to be a watertight plan though, one that wouldnât hurt the image of his establishment. By the looks of it, you were only interested in him, no matter what the reason might be. So if he causes you to feel uncomfortable or upset, youâll definitely go away, right? Wait, for that wouldnât he need to get close to you first? Doesnât matter, as long as he can get rid of you, you were giving him the chills after all.
Thatâs why he began opening up to you as well, answering your teasing questions with a humble attitude. Sometimes he'd tell jokes himself. His change didnât go unnoticed by you, heck, it surprised you how he became so playful out of nowhere. Though, that was alright with you, in truth, you liked spending time with him. Youâd also ask him to join the game and show off his skills from time to time, and today was the first time he agreed. Were the two of you actually making progress in this relationship?
Until now both of you have only been testing the waters. Sweet, you thought to yourself, he was so gorgeous you were like a moth drawn to his radiance. So seeing him reciprocating your attempts caused you to believe he was returning your efforts. At first, he said heâd only participate in one game, then that one game turned into two or three and suddenly youâve been gaming until midnight. While chatting with him, you tried to make him feel comfortable, which is why you kept filling his glass.
Surprisingly, he actually continued to drink, so you thought he must like it a lot, which is why you kept pouring more and more. After you guys hit the midnight mark, Sigma could barely hold his cards anymore. Even so, he was still winning the game, which could be because the other guys were totally wasted and you let him win to see his eyes lighten up so adorably.
Well, even if you enjoyed this fun night a lot, it was time to end the party. You canât let the dear manager lose his precious reputation because of you. Otherwise, the guests might make fun of him, for getting drunk and sleeping on the floor. Gently, you poked his cheeks. His skin was very soft. Then, you wrapped his arm around your shoulder and dragged him to his chamber. Looking over him did have some gains, you knew a lot of new things about him. For example, you knew where his room was.
First, you opened the door with the keycard Sigma had with him, and then you threw him onto the bed. âThat should do it.â You mumbled, about to leave when he wrapped his arms around your waist. âHuh? Are you awake?â That shocked you, almost enough for you to push his hands away due to your reflexes. âDun- go⌠mâ cold... you're warm." He stumbled over his words, saying them funnily like a drunkard would. âWhat?â You asked, even though you knew you wouldnât get a logical answer out of him.
âMhhnmmm~ stay..?â Sigma looked up at you through heavy eyes, his cheeks all red due to the effects of the alcohol. It sounded very inviting indeed, but you had to think about it. Wouldn't it look bad for you to come out of his room the next day? Yet he didn't let go of you, no matter what. In the end, you decided to stay, since you were too tired to go back to your room anyway and he wouldnât loosen up his grip for the love of god. Thatâs the story of how you ended up spending a night with him, a rather innocent one at that.
All you two did was cuddle since the manager suddenly got awfully clingy and wouldnât keep his hands to himself. The next day though, things went a little differently. Actually, youâve been awake long before him, but you couldnât get up and leave, ending with you staying and pondering over what his reaction would be once he sobers up. Heâll be mad, right? He might even kick you out of the Sky Casino. An audible sigh left you and you turned to look at him, staring at his sleeping face.
He looked very peaceful, sleeping so soundly while using your now sore arm as a pillow. It was something youâve noticed for a long time now, but he was breathtakingly beautiful, at least in your eyes. You brushed a lock of hair from his face and tugged it behind his ear, that gesture somehow woke him up. His eyes twitched and he groaned a little, furrowing his brows. âUghhâŚâ So this will be the moment you'll have to confront him, you have to prepare yourself mentally for his screams-
âAh-ahh⌠y/n..? Please, Iâm feeling so hot.. help me ooout.â Sigma whined, sitting up and squeezing the blanket between his fingers, eyes pressed tightly shut as he took a minute to get used to the light. âHuh.â You accidentally let out, staring at him with wide eyes. Out of nowhere, tears collected in the corners of his sockets while he inhaled rapidly, his cheeks were also heating up and his entire frame was shaking. Why was he blushing like this, were these the aftermaths of a normal hangover, or did he get a fever?
The first one seemed unlikely, yet the second one... did you accidentally keep the blanket to yourself and thus made him freeze? God, what to do? What a pitiful guy. All your worries were blown away the moment he started taking off his clothes and uttering in a moany voice, âI-I want to ughh.. do it with me, please⌠can you, y/n?â Did you hear him right, what the heck was he blabbering on about? You thought your senses dulled due to the alcohol, you must be hearing it wrong.
Then he repeated it again, this time sounding even more desperate. âPlease, t-touch me, please..â At this point, he was already half naked, shirt hanging down his shoulders and pants discarded somewhere. He reached his arms out to you, holding your neck and pulling you closer to him. As soon as you were close enough, he trapped you with his legs, wrapping them around your waist. Afterward, he whispered more of his desires into your ear, âfuck me.. please, I-i dunno why mâ like this.. it hurts.â
A shiver ran down your spine and your stomach curled, shit if he keeps doing that you wonât be able to hold back. âHey, easy there- arenât you just still drunk?â That didnât make sense at all but so were his actions. Maybe he was having a fever dream and these were his hidden fantasies? Nevertheless, he almost got you. âI-Iâm not drunk.â Sigma pouted as he said that, rubbing his face into the crook of your neck. âYea yea.. of course.â You didnât sound very convinced, so the boy explained it to you, âI think,,, itâs t-time for my heat..?â
You blinked then blinked twice. Excuse him what? Heat? He wasnât some animal or monster, was he? So why would he- As if Sigma heard your internal monologue, a pair of fluffy white ears alongside a tail popped out of his head and backside respectively. These features looked akin to a sheep, though somehow smaller. âHow is this possible?â You wondered, after seeing it in reality you couldnât deny this anymore. If he is currently in heat.. then itâd make sense why heâd take a break every sixteen days.
Though it was still unbelievable, considering the circumstances. Was it a side effect of his ability or something? You wanted to ask, but he kissed you first, pressing his soft lips against yours. âAh.. mhmm- ngh..!â Sigma moaned into the kiss, something as innocent as this was all it took for him to become all whiny. Even though he took the initiative to beg you, you were still hesitant about it. Somehow it didnât feel right fucking him when he wasnât in his right mind, it was as if you were taking advantage of him.
After breaking the kiss, he held you even closer to him, almost as if he was scared of you leaving. Another minute passed and you made up your mind, reaching for his crotch. There was a darker patch on his pants, some kind of liquid seeped through the fabric. You havenât even touched him, yet everything was all sticky and slippery already, if it wasn't for the noticeable bulge one could mistake him for a girl.
With careful movements, you slipped your hand past his waistband, slowly trailing down his pelvis. âUhmMâŚâ he gasped at the coldness of your hand, then tried to muffle his noises, lips sealed tightly into a thin line. Your freezing fingertips brushed over his erect dick, the temperature was quite different compared to your hand. To think a simple kiss was enough to bring him to this state, poor thing, he wonât be able to handle you.
Then you wrapped your hand around his shaft, squeezing the base a little, âhnngh..!â which immediately yearned you a whine from him. âHow cute.â You whispered against his neck, planting kisses on his skin. The gentle motion tickled him, and his body jerked slightly. "D-don't tease me..." Sigma groaned, glaring at you with needy eyes. After riling him up so much, you had to help him get off properly, didnât you? The other hand was on his cheek, holding his face in place as you devoured that little lamb.
Since, in the end, all of your actions became more aggressive.
At first, you were only giving him a slow-paced hand job, running your palm up and down tenderly. Now, your hand was moving so fast, jerking him off so eagerly that he was shaking in his seat. âAh.. hiiHhnn~!! That feels to-good..." Sigma admitted between rapid gasps, his breath was ragged and uneven. His heart was also pounding in his chest, all due to the feeling of your skin on his. Just that alone was enough to ignite a fire within him, causing his body to heat up, burn, and be on the verge of exploding.
Was this the effects of his heat, since itâs the first time someone is helping him with it? Other than just moving your hand, youâd also stop at times to tease him or run your thumb over his precum-covered slit. Each time youâd do that, heâd end up twitching hopelessly while more pre covered your hand. A sharp and loud moan would also slip from him, encouraging you to continue. Sticky and disgusting strings of filth would stick to your fingers, making a mess everywhere.
You werenât sure if you were going overboard or not, considering how messed up he already looked. His face was as red as a tomato and eyes all teary, lips swollen from the previous kiss while he trembled all over. Originally, you were planning on getting him off like this before leaving, but then he just had to say some dirty words to provoke you. âI wa-want ahhh~ more.. fuck me, breed me.. anythingâĽď¸âĄâ it didnât take too long until he craved something more intimate than a simple handjob.
The heat was created for one purpose only after all, for mating. So of course he wouldnât be satisfied with only this. You were mildly aroused yet also skeptical, should you really do it? If yes, then you'll have to prepare him first, which is why your slick-covered fingers slid away from his cock and instead moved downwards until your middle and index finger found his puffy hole. The little lamb jumped at your cold digits that were poking around at his entrance, shivering while you rubbed him there.
âUhhNNhg- d-donât tease.. stick it in already..!â He almost sounded angry now or frustrated with you. Hands bawled into fists while he waited as patiently as he could, eyes begging you to hurry up. âWhatâs with that look in your eyes, are you impatient little lamb?â You teased him, watching as he gritted his teeth at you. âI-if you know then.. stop playing.â At this point he couldnât feel his legs anymore, that was how weak and hot he had become.
Feeling your fingers play with his most embarrassing parts like that was lewder than he expected, he almost wanted to crawl away and hide. Especially: Why did you insist on annoying or teasing him like this? Just get on with it already! To his surprise, you actually did, carefully pushing your finger inside him. Due to how wet they were from his fluids, you didn't need any lube to insert them inside him. The first chuckle went in smoothly, then the second one, until your entire finger was buried inside him.
You started off with one since you didn't want to overwhelm the boy. âAh-hnNgh.. yes, just like tha-that mhHh..!â He threw his head back already, moaning around your finger. For a second you thought he did this often, because he took your finger suspiciously well, now you were almost sure. Is he already feeling good just from being stretched? That means he's a talent or just a total slut. âPlease, moreeee~ !!â Sigma begged you with a melodic voice, his eyes sparkled as he pleaded. In conclusion? He's probably a whore, though who were you to refuse him?
Soon, a second finger joined in. It pushed past his tight muscles and rubbed against his spongy walls. His insides were warm and wet as if he was inviting you to go deeper. You curled your fingers upwards, trying to find his prostate, the sweet spot that would turn him into a mushy little brainless lamb. After a little search, you eventually found it by accident, brushing over this stretchy and special place. âMhhHMM..!? Wa-wait! It feels go-good there, uh-ughmmâĄ..! What is,, that..?" â He clenched his fists again, before loosening his grip up and crawling at your back instead.
His question was somehow very innocent, you didn't expect that response. On a side note, those heavenly moans he let out were so perverted, they could have been straight out of a porno. You licked your bottom lip, admiring his pretty features. His long hair that was spread on the king-sized bed, his beautiful face which was slowly getting defiled by you, and his twitching body that was trying to get used to the pleasure you provided him. Truly adorable.
âIâll go faster now, alright?â You gave him a heads-up before fingering him sloppily, thrusting your fingers in and out of him. His rim would clench around you so erotically each time your finger went deep inside him, creating squelching sounds. Since youâve found his weak spot already, you started rubbing that spot at every chance you got, basically abusing it. In the beginning, you were only thinking about helping out this manager, but now you were pretty entertained by his reactions.
If you moved only a little differently, he'd already moan and whimper with a different pitch. Damn it, you wanted to fuck him so bad, even though your consciousness is holding you back. Your fingers felt so nice inside him, they were hitting all the right places that he liked. How come you knew his sweet spots as well? And why were you this skilled? It was simply too much for him to handle! All these overstimulations would only cause him to go numb, brain getting fucked out by your touches.
âNghHh.! Yo-you, mHmm, hah.., itâs so good..âĄâĄâ The little lamb was already spouting random nonsense, nails digging into the skin on your back while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Every time something felt especially nice, his tail would flicker around and ears twitch mindlessly. A pained smile spread around your lips, trying to ignore the chilling sensation of his scratching you. You poured all your energy into pleasuring him, this helpless yet adorable thing.
Despite him scratching your back pretty intensely, you couldnât bring yourself to tell him to stop. He was only doing this because you were fucking him too well, after all. So you continued to ignore it, in contrary, you fingered him as fast as you could, while your other hand jerked him off at the same time. "HNGhhh- ahHHh, y/nNN!! Y/nn- MHmmm.?!"
What were you thinking?! He won't be able to take much more, really! Heck, heâll pass out again if you continueâ!
âAh, p-please, pleaseee~! Ughnhh..! Too much- too fa-fast, too harrrd..~âĄâĽď¸!!â What was happening to him, why did his stomach tighten just now? It felt strange as if something was going to come out soon. So many sensations he had never experienced before were swirling inside him, like a whirlpool, it was exhilarating. The way all this pleasure and electricity was traveling through his veins, carrying this heavenly ecstasy to every corner of his body was too much for the boy to handle!
Sigma gasped and whined at that feeling, also at your non-stop pounding. What were you trying to do, poking his insides so much, did you want to rearrange his insides? It's times like this when he feels like he finally saw your true nature, you were like a beast that was about to swallow him whole. God dammit, all of this bliss was rendering him unable to think properly, he could only clench onto you while whining into your ear about it being too much.
Pretty diamond-like tears streamed down his flushed cheeks, mouth agape from his heavy breathing. He looked absolutely pathetic and miserable, so ruined that you wouldn't be able to recognize him in his current state. If having his clothes lying around all disheveled wasn't proof enough, one look at his fucked out face would convince anyone. Even you noticed how his hips trembled and wriggled whenever your finger was filling him up to the brim, you couldn't tell if he was wriggling away or trying to force you deeper inside.
Many shivers and shudders were coursing through his body, ending with him tightening his rim or dick twitching uncontrollably. He must be close, but this soon? Aw, he must have been pent up, what a cute boy. âItâs alright, you can let it allll out~ donât resist.â You leaned down and whispered into his ear, turning his thoughts into pure chaos. His ear reddened, if that was even humanly possible, and a breathy whine escaped his dry throat. âNghhHH⌠aAGhhrr, pleaaaseâĄâĄâĽď¸âŚâ
Now his little tail was wagging around like a dog's, and his tongue was hanging out just like a puppy as well. Should you doubt his identity as a sheep? Gosh, what were you going to do with him, he was way too adorable for his own good. Suddenly, you caressed his white lamb ears, in the process you got some of his precum that was still on your fingers onto his fur. His ears were so soft to the touch that you were amazed.
Then you became bolder and bolder, rubbing the base of his ears or kissing them, licking and biting the tip even. You'd do a large range of things, can one describe it as multitasking? But your favorite activity must be observing his face, watching as he falters and crumbles from your touch. The sight of his face twisting into a dumb and senseless expression was so perverted and erotic, you found it very beautiful.
It was fine for you to indulge like this though, after all, sigma enjoyed all of it. Truly, everything you did to him felt so pleasurable he wondered why he didn't explore these things earlier. Of course, he'd never admit all that to you, since it's way too humiliating, but he was still a pretty prideful man. You were amused, you hadn't had this much fun for what felt like an eternity. After this play, you'll have to thank him, and possibly make him yours.
Hearing his sweet moans and gasps, as well as watching his melting expressions... well, it had been mentioned before already, you adored doing exactly that. While you kept admiring his beauty and gorgeous appearance, you didnât even notice how his voice gradually increased in volume, signaling his upcoming orgasm. âAh-hUhhh.!! I-iâm, mHnm- itâs co-coming oouuUUTT, yyy/nNNNNNď˝âĄâĄâĽď¸!!â
Before you could react to his words, he shot out his sticky cum, splattering that thick and filthy thing everywhere. It got on your hands, clothes, and thighs. As well as his belly, chest, legs, or the once-clean bed below him. The poor cleaning service, they'll have to work hard to get this out of the mattress. "Shhhh, it's alright, you did great." You reassured him, pulling your finger out of him after slowly letting him ride out his high. Then you held him so gently he could start crying again.
You didn't expect him to be the emotional type after sex. "NHhh, MHHh-hNGg, y-y/n.. ah..⥠it was so go-good..." A chuckle slipped from your lips, he was complimenting you when he could barely keep his eyes open. Really, how adorable does he want to be? God, you wanted to fuck him so bad that another shiver ran down your spine. "Hey, sigma, do you have enough energy to-" Suddenly you stopped mid-track, eyes widening a little when you realized the situation.
The boy was half-asleep already, eyelids shut and unconscious. "Oh dear, such a weak lamb you are." You commented, but as expected, he didn't give a reaction. Was it really so good that he passed out right after cumming? Guess today isn't the day, fine, that only means you'll have to resume this another time. Doesnât this mean⌠you finally have something to look forward to in life.
Another giggle escaped you when you remembered today was a work day. This means heâll have to miss work because you fucked him too hard. Huh, that has a nice ring to it. Afterwards you leaned down to kiss his forehead, before whispering sickly sweet, âFine by me, I'll devour you another time then, little lamb.â
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Nini!rant:
This was recommended to me by đ anon! I never knew before that lambs go into heat every 16-17 days for about 30 hours. The usual behavours of a sheep/lamb in heat are: nudging, kicking, or pawing with the front legs, low stretching, and pushing. Who would have guessed sheepâs are such horny animals?
If I remember correctly, female lambs start becoming fertile at six - eight months, and male lambs at four - six months. But there were times were the little male lambs impregnated their mothers at the âripeâ age of two months- damn
So, a sheep can give birth about once or twice a year, since they are pregnant for five to six months (I believe), and their fertility rate starts going down once they are seven years old.
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hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol
-đ anon
oooo yes omg!! thank you đ anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL
MCYT ; "in my baker era"
includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, & cellbit
warnings ; language, mentions of drugs
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'
literally has the widest smile on his face
shows off the goods to the stream
"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"
you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"
bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit
he feeds chat as well dw
RANBOO
"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"
does a whole 360 of the plate for chat đđđđ
"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"
"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"
"BAHHAHAHAH"
literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO
he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO
BADLINU
"Hey love- oh, hi!"
all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry
"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate
he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on
it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him
the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing
he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.
there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO
QUACKITY
"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"
does a 360 of the plate for the camera
"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"
he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO
"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"
"cocaine"
"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"
you're just playing into the bit dw
best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten
CELLBIT
"Hey darling, what's up?"
you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like đđ
turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"
he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions
like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc
he shares it with you too đđŤś
NIHACHU
"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"
"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"
she holds that little glass like it's her child
she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"
shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too
"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"
"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"
FOOLISH GAMERS
when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.
"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"
literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down
"since when do you make fudge??"
"since I wanted to try" you shrug
"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"
"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"
SLIMECICLE
"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"
does a 360 for stream
"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"
"special treat" you shrug
you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it đ
he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff đŤśđŤś
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âButâ You asked to kiss me. Why?â
âI just⌠Wanted to kiss you.â
DISCLAIMER: This was in no shape or form meant to be sexual or suggestive đ I just wanted to clear that up in case it came off that way, I honestly just copied the album cover so pls have mercy đĽšđĽš
Yes I know the quote is from a song that isnt from the Who Really Cares album pls let me be
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rafe wld so get off on u being scared. like youâd be watching a scary movie together and heâd have his hand down ur pants to calm u down when u get scared and jumpy
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MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: u donât know what this did to me .. maybe itâs a lil different than your original idea but itâs where the voices took me
Itâs not that you donât like horror movies, itâs just that you have a hard time handling them. When your boyfriend expressed passing interest in a certain film, you didnât want to tell him no, thereâs hardly anything that earns his attention. But the entire time, you havenât been able to sit still. Susceptible to every jump scare and every surge of music, you act like a child. Even his gentle chastising doesnât get it through your head. After a sudden movement on screen and a blast of noise from the speakers, you squeak, clutching onto RAFE CAMERONâs shirt as you curl into him.
âThought you said you could handle this.â he mutters, unresponsive to how you cling onto him. The arm draped behind you on the back of the couch remains there as you silently wish heâd wrap you in it.
âI can, I can.â you insist. âHow are you not scared?â Your face buried in his chest means you canât see how he eyes you up. Darkened pupils and rolling his tongue between his lips as he watches you peek at the screen every so often.
âCâmon. Could see the boom mic like five minutes ago.â he replies, but thatâs not the real reason. Itâs because heâs been too busy with his attention on you. Every time youâd jump, and scream, and claw at him⌠sure, it was annoying, but it was also getting him hot. Itâs not something he fully understands, but his hips shift forward anyway when he adjusts in his seat. His free hand subtly rearranges himself, letting his halfie get some breathing room. Your temple lays on his upper chest, and your fingers fidget with your lower lip uneasily, finally working up the courage to peer at the television again. While youâre captivated, his arm discretely winds around you, and youâre so locked in you donât even notice.
âCâmere, baby,â he murmurs, and you listen to him, shuffling impossibly closer into his side youâre practically on his lap. âYeah, thatâs right.â A mess of tingles travels up your spine, but youâre sure itâs the fact your hair is already standing on end when in reality itâs his low voice whispering praises in your ear. âWanna be my brave girl?â
A hand wedges in between your bodies, in between your legs, and your temperature rises with every inch he gains. From your thigh to the inside, down and over, long fingers stroke at your sex through your pants. Your attention torn between the movie and where his hand is, youâre not sure entirely whatâs occurring. At least not until his fingertips dip into your waistband and you unconsciously adjust to make room for him. To reward you, his arm curls up from your back, cradling your head as the hand pets your hair. You relax as he rubs you in two different places.
The pads of his fingers apply pressure to the skin above your clit, screwing sweet little circles. You whimper through your nose and you shift.
âKeep your eyes on the TV.â he tells you. Those fingers slide down, pinching your clit between them, collecting a little moisture from your slit to bring it up, and smear it on your bud. âYeah, baby, doinâ good. Jusâ like that.â he breathes, commending you for sitting pretty for him and taking it. You can barely keep your eyes open, fighting them not to squeeze shut. Curiously, his middle finger traces your hole, and sinks in to the first knuckle. Sharply, you inhale through your nose, and he holds on to you a little tighter. âNot even here, princess, donât worry about me.â he whispers against your forehead, drawing his finger out only to dip back in, introducing you to more this time.
Youâve been watching, like he told you to, and a jump-scare does its job, jolting your whole body with fear as you scream. The movement causes his whole middle finger to plunge into you, and a groan heâd been holding releases from his throat. Itâs visceral, and something snaps. He gives you two whole fingers, then three. Shoving them into your cunt over and over again with vehement as you writhe. His hold on you keeps you where he wants you while he relentlessly finger-fucks you. Out of instinct, you try to hide your face, but that hand that had pet your hair grabs onto your scalp, fixing you to face the television again. He grips onto your head, raising your brows as if to force your eyes open himself, âKeep your fucking eyes on the movie.â
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can you do rafe and reader matching Halloween costumes?
đ âšáĄŁđŠââ âââ you make rafe do a couple's costume !
â â"This is the stupidest fuckin' idea you've ever had," Rafe grumbled begrudgingly as he stood in the bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror to aid him in tying his tie.
"We look so cute!" you beamed, ignoring your grumpy boyfriend's dramatics. You had the bright idea that since it was your first Halloween together, it would be so cute to do a couple's costume. Of course, Rafe vehemently protested this idea because he thought he was too cool for Halloween and that dressing up was stupid and childish. The only part he liked of the season was the copious parties with scantily clad women in their sexy-fied costumes and free booze.
It took a great deal of begging and pleading (and a promise of lots of sex to make up for his trouble and lost street cred) for him to finally agree to dress up with you, but when he did, you were over the moon.
You had tons of different ideas. Rafe insisted on the whole cop and prisoner costume, but you shut him down, knowing he had ulterior motives. He just wanted an excuse to put you in handcuffs and have you at his side the entire night. You also considered Ghostface and Sidney Prescott, but you pocketed that idea for another time when finally, you thought of Morticia and Gomez Addams.
You knew Rafe would be more inclined since the costume mainly just consisted of a suit, which meant he wouldn't be dressing up as much as the other costumes demanded. Plus, you knew he'd never pass up the chance to see you in a black dress that hugged you in all the right placesâhe was a man after all.
His gaze flickered over to your reflection in the mirror, roaming your figure appreciatively. That dress was working for you, and the makeup you'd done to complete the look just made you look all the more sexy. "Why don't we just stay home, yeah?" He proposed. As good as the costume looked on you, he knew it would look better on his bedroom floor.
You rolled your eyes at his entirely predictable suggestion. "I did not get all dressed up just to stay inside all night," you told him, pulling at his arm to turn him toward you, so you could fix his tie. "Besides," you glanced up at him, a smile tugging at your lipstick coated lips. "I want to show all your friends how whipped I've got you."
"I'll take this shit off right now," he threatened, but you knew he wouldn't dare, not when he was betting on you putting out tonight.
"Oh, cmon, don't be like that," you grinned, leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He tried to pull you closer and deepen the kiss, but you pulled away. "Ah ah ah," you scolded, using your thumb to swipe away some lipstick that had transferred onto his lips. "You're gonna mess up my makeup."
"You just wait till tonight. I'm gonna mess up your makeup alright," he smirked, his eyes glinting with promise as his hands went to your hips, tugging you closer.
"Mhm," you giggled, planting your hand on his chest and pushing him away. "Keep it in your pants, pretty boy," you told him, turning back to the mirror to fix your smudged lipstick. He crossed his arms watching you intently, thinking of all the things he was going to do to you when you two got back from the Halloween party.
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iâm sorry but can we PLEASE talk about thigh ridingđ itâs so underrated
mhmmmm :(( especially if it goes from sloppy makeout sesh to desperately rutting on ellieâs thigh & especially if she hasnât even seen you go that desperate for her yet, because letâs say itâs only been a week of you dating or messing around.
an: i donât know why this came out longish i swear its pure horny. btw itâs gamer!ellie đŽđđ
can see this whole thing starting from a stare at her practiced fingers twitching and toying with her ps controller. safe to say itâd usually be a bit tedious to simply be an observer of someone playing a video game⌠not with ellie though, definitely not with ellie. definitely not with the way she cusses sharply under her breath, the way her palm goes to rest against your bare thigh as she switches up her in game gear, the way that cheeky tongue pokes out of her lips in concentration⌠youâd be distracted to say the least, nodding dumbly as she notes âyâsee how i just did that babe?â
and just because you find it hard to concentrate and ignore the thick tension, filling the room with its obnoxious buzz â doesnât mean she has it any easier, by no means, she can just mask it better⌠ish. your doe eyed stares, the way you whine silently as she loses, rest your head on her firm shoulder with a cheerful âyay ellieâ as she wins⌠keep staring at her fingers (for some reason she might or might not pick up on, you do it a lot) â you render her a blushing taut mess, render her palms sweaty and slippery on the round plasticky ball of her controller.
however she masks it, and you donât â and now youâre staring with those sparkly eyes, and the figures on the screen begin to mush together into one giant, pixelated orb. the corner of ellieâs mouth rises up to an involuntary smirk (that asshole), and she loosens her grip on the red controller. âneed something? jheez, youâre staringâ murmurs ellie, still teasing you like she did before you got together â except, now she no longer needs to hide her blush with a tilting of her face, because she knows you caught her already. plus, it makes her stomach stir with butterflies. âjusâ looking at your pretty faceâ says you â silently, sheepishly smiling and arching your brows. itâs so much fun to be able to actually tell her that, cause yâknow â thatâs your girlfriend now.
ellie chuckles, throwing the controller to the side, adjusting her body from a manspreading position to sitting criss crossed on the couch. she wipes her forehead with her forearm â a sign of nervousness? you lick your glossy lip, sheâs so cute.
âyouâre the pretty oneâ ellie notes.
you cock your head to the side, fake pondering. âif iâm the pretty one, what are you then?â
truthfully youâre so cute in your pj shorts, she doesnât think she knows who she is anymore or if her nameâs actually ellie. she sighs, huffing some air out of her cinnamon freckled cheeks. âthe cool oneâ
okay⌠maybe, but sheâs also just awfully gorgeous. you roll your eyes, âwell,â â you throw your hands and smack them on your thighs, âi think youâre just prettyâ â and she thinks youâre just stubborn.
âdonât think iâm cool?â she snorts, completely ignoring the compliment once again (as it makes her cheeks grow plum red and sheâs hating that right now). she signals at the flat screen with her pointer finger, âyouâre gonna pretend you didnât just see me fucking that team up? i meanâŚâ she keeps on yapping, your smack your lips and stare at hers. youâre not pretending to do anything, itâs not your fault youâve been ignoring the game when sheâs been toying with that plastic ball like you dream sheâd toy with yourâ
âcan you kiss me?â
youâve interrupted her completely, but it pretty much seals the deal.
the back of your neck is being pulled by her right hand, and the string of your tank top is being pulled by her left one â not to undress, simply just to bring you closer. her lips on yours feel like heaven, a small gasp released by your mouth. she hums into the kiss, then pulls away. âknew you werenât paying attention to meâ ellie murmurs and it sends shivers down your spine. her voice is husky and cocky and ugh! you almost feel the need to let her swallow you whole. âwas paying attention,â you insist, blinking like youâre in panic (or letting your lashes flutter to turn her on), âjust not to the gameâ
âyeah?â she chuckles, caressing your half covered back with slow, up and down strokes. âwhat were you looking at then?â she questions with a cocky grin. you so want to kiss her again. âdunnoâ, you shrug innocently, slightly letting your bottom lip fall down into a pout. she so wants to kiss you again â so she does, murmuring a broken sentence of âohmmmmph â you dunno?â into the kiss.
this time, the kiss is different. she slides her tongue inside of your begging mouth, letting it swirl and twirls over yours, pull it â goddamn, suckle on it with a horny grunt. you whimper, hiccup, cry almost, desperately seeking something more⌠a relief, to that dull ache thatâs sitting or stomping between your legs â all because of a kiss and her grunt and that controllers ball youâre so damn jealous ofâŚ
âcâmereâ she huffs, but instead of letting you come there, she forcefully grabs you by your waist, making you sit atop her lap. youâre both gasping, you wanna say something, but she kisses the corner of your mouth and⌠âellieâ is all you can whine, she responds with a squeeze to your waist. she kisses more, planting plenty of pecks to your scorching cheek, letting out shaky breaths to each and every one of your half whimpers half moans. she reaches your neck, and her tongues out again. she licks a long stripe, a confident one, but breaks it in order to look into your eyes and ask for your consent â itâs the farthest youâve went so far.
âbabe?â, she asks, your half lidded eyes and dazed look kind of tell her all she needs to know but sheâs chivalrous.
âpleaseâ you whisper, nodding then burying your face in the crook of her neck. she grunts to that â jesus how pretty you sound when you beg, you have no fucking idea. another suckle on your neck comes, this time right at your pulse point, making the hairs rise and a clit thump. you let go of a choked gasp, holding on to ellieâs shoulders as she splatters open mouthed kisses on the flesh of your neck. you grab the back of her neck, pull on her bun. âfuuhuckâ she exasperates, as if sheâs the one getting marked and sucked on. quickly enough, because ellie misses your lips, she kisses you again with a whole lotta tongue.
you donât even notice when or how you started grinding and rocking on her grey sweatâs covered thigh. in too much of a daze to notice anything at this point â you searched for friction.
she notices quickly enough though (obviously).
âwhatcha doing, huh?â she lets her forehead kiss yours. your eyes are fully shut â to be honest, her question sounded like gibberish and the cotton material of your shorts was so thin. you donât respond, you just⌠rut. she pulls slightly away, back straightening and leaning backwards, almost as if she was watching a play at the theater. she heavily breathes, scrunches her scarred brows and takes a look â takes a stare â at the way you seem so⌠concentrated, and horny, pouty and needy and itâs all for her or because of her. she almost places her hands on her head and leans back to keep watching.
her muscular thigh feels good â too good, you wanna bounce on it till you cum and leave a stain on her pants, you want her to bounce you on it â her, with her hands⌠where are her hands?!
you break right out of your trance, embarrassingly open your eyes and search for ellie⌠whoâs leaning back, mouth agape and eyes coal black as she flexes her thigh. thereâs a mixture of pure need and humiliation inside of your gut, but the latter evaporates as she mutters the following words;
âdo that againâ
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OKAY SO PERV CHAN LETTING READER HOLD HER SANRIO TOY WHILE TNEY HAVE SEX FOR THE FIRST TIME because shes a nervous virgin who is super horny anywayâŚ
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your brain is so big omg. chan gets sooo turned on because he finds you so cute when youâre lying under him prettily, obediently waiting for him :( youâre gazing up at him so curiously and the thought that you trust him so much despite being nervous for your first time drives him insane; his heart nearly melts.
your legs spread for him and you use your sanrio toy to cover your tits because how can you not feel bashful when chanâs staring at you so intensely? his gaze appears as though heâs attempting to pinpoint and contemplate what he wants to do to you first: which position? on the bed or against the wall? maybe, in front of his mirror?
since itâs your first time, he makes an effort to be as gentle and slow as possible to let you adjust to his thick cock, taking deep breaths and shutting his eyes to shield himself from the sight of your pained expression and how adorable you look clinging on to your plushie, both things driving him crazier than it should.
heâs trying so hard to prevent himself from absolutely obliterating your insides, but he canât help it when he bottoms out, the delicious drag of your warm, clenched cunt tightening the knot in his lower stomach. all he can do is mutter apologies against your trembling lips and trail his fingers down to rub your tiny clit in quick circles as he fucks into you harder, kissing away your whines and mewls as he forfeits self-control.
â'm sorry, babyâchannie needs to go harder,â
âyouâre making me feel so good, honeyâgod, love you so much, fuck.â
âtell me, yeah? tell me it feels goodâtell me you want it harder, okay? câmon, tell me you love me again,â
âthought of this for so long, oh my godâfuck, does that feel good, baby? you want it faster?â
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IT'S MINE CHALLENGE:
*hehe here i came with a New motivational challenge đđđť*
If you ever see something in a store, on Pinterest board, on Instagram, Tik tok, i want you to declare it as yours.
Decide it as yours and done, you have it.
But the 3d?
This challenge i created is for you to remove the mentality of "oh i don't have it" or "but i don't see it in the 3d"
The moment you decided it as yours then it is yours.
Remember: you have it in your 4d the moment you decide you have it, so keep persisting in that assumption.
Saw a cute bag in a store? Oh i have it, it's already mine.
Saved your desired phone on your Pinterest board? It yours.
Saw your desired face or nose in another girl? It's mine, i have it.
Saw your desired body on another girl? Lol I have the same body as her.
Don't not overthink, decide it's yours and move on with your life.
The challenge is supposed to be fun, no drainful, have fun getting your desires!
If you have Any questions regarding the Law of assumption check my pinned post, you'll find my "before sending me an Ask" and my masterlist.
Xoxo, Eli
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Ghost!max who hasnât been as active lately so you attempt to tease him and his final straw is when you go to watch videos of other people and breaks your laptop
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â if you think you can watch porn while Max is lingering around? Yeah nah bye bye laptop, but hey it works in your favour cuz you wanted him anyways 18+ content below
The tension had been unbearable. Max had gone quiet, his usual teasing touches and whispered temptations absent for days, leaving you craving him more than you cared to admit. The chill of his presence no longer swept over you at night, and his absence burned in your veins like an ache you couldnât soothe.
Fed up with waiting, you decided to provoke him. If he thought he could ignore you, then youâd remind him what he was missing.
The laptop gleamed on your desk, a temptation you couldnât resist. You searched for videos you knew would set him off, scrolling through explicit thumbnails until you landed on one that made you smirk. It was a recording of a woman pinned against a wall, her thighs shaking as a man took her mercilessly, his hand tangled in her hair while he growled filthy promises into her ear. You hit play, letting the audio spill into the room as you shifted in your seat, sliding your hand beneath the waistband of your shorts.
Your fingers danced over your clit, teasing yourself slowly as you glanced at the screen, imagining the weight of a manâs bodyâhis bodyâpinning you down. âIf you wonât satisfy me, Iâll find other ways,â you muttered aloud, your voice laced with challenge, knowing full well he could hear you.
The response was immediate. The temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the lights flickered violently. Before you could process what was happening, the laptop slammed shut with a deafening crack. You barely had time to gasp before it was hurled across the room, smashing against the wall with enough force to make you jump.
âYouâve got some nerve,â his voice hissed, low and venomous, echoing from every corner of the room.
Before you could respond, an invisible force yanked your chair backward, pinning you in place. Your shorts and panties were ripped away in one smooth motion, leaving you bare to the cool air. His presence swirled around you, suffocating, oppressive, as ghostly hands spread your thighs wide.
âYou wanted attention? Fine,â he growled. âBut donât think for a second this ends on your terms.â
Two fingers plunged into your dripping cunt, his touch cold yet searing, stretching you without warning. You cried out, your back arching as he thrust into you mercilessly, setting a brutal pace that left you breathless.
He curled his fingers just right, hitting the spot that made you see stars. âMaxâoh god, Maxââ
âI didnât tell you to speak.â His voice sent shivers down your spine as he added another finger, stretching you further, your slick coating his hand. âYou wanted to act like a desperate little brat? Now youâll take what I give you.â
The first orgasm hit hard and fast, your walls clenching around his fingers as he pushed you over the edge without mercy. Your scream echoed through the room, but he didnât stop.
Instead, he dropped to his knees, his cold breath brushing over your sensitive skin before his tongue replaced his fingers. The sensation was overwhelmingâhis mouth devouring you with unrelenting hunger, his lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm to wring another orgasm from your trembling body.
âMax, I canâtâpleaseââ
âYou thought you had me right where you wanted me, didnât you?â he murmured darkly, pulling back for just a moment before diving back in, his tongue sliding deep inside you.
Your second orgasm ripped through you, leaving you a shaking, sobbing mess, but he still didnât relent. He moved back up, his fingers plunging into you again, curling and scissoring as he drove you to another peak, your cries turning into incoherent pleas.
By the time he finally released you, you were too wrecked to move. But the torment wasnât over. His cockâthick, unyielding, and impossibly coldâpressed against your hole, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he groaned, his voice rasping as he set a brutal pace, pounding into you with no mercy. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, pushing you closer to the edge even as you begged for relief.
He pulled orgasm after orgasm from you, your body trembling and oversensitive as the pleasure mingled with pain. By the sixth, you were crying, tears streaming down your cheeks as you gripped at nothing, his name a broken sob on your lips.
âI canâtâMax, I canâtââ
âYes, you can,â he growled, his pace never faltering. âYouâll take everything I give you.â
Your final orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing violently as your vision blurred. The edges of your consciousness faded, but just before you blacked out, you heard his voice echoing around the room through the spirit box, soft and possessive, ghostly lips brushing against your ear.
âDonât ever try to replace me.â
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NINININININIIIII!!!!! I am begging you to make a fic abt bunny dazai + w a breeding kink!! There is so little fic abt bunzai Im so sad⌠・ďž(ďžÂ´Đď˝ďž)ďžď˝Ą
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BUNZAI HELPPPP sounds cute though hehe (also sorry for being late)
Dom!reader x sub!dazai
Warning: bunny hybrid, pegging (I use dick), breeding kink, dirty talk, teasing, dacryphilia, feminisation, kinda perverted
A pair of fluffy ears with a soft tail to match, all in a sweet chocolate brown colour. Not only did it feel smooth to the touch, it was also very lively, twitching and moving around whenever youâd touch it. He especially liked it if you would rub the base, the area where itâs connected to his body. A few light strokes were all it took to make him shiver underneath you, arms hugging the plushies tightly as his eyes rolled back.
âNghhhh⌠you are suuuch a tease!â Dazai shuddered, wagging his little fluff ball that was raised high in the air. Then he also shook his ass around, as if he was mimicking his own tail. âStop getting distracted and f- hnngh, fuck me properly.â The male demanded, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. His dark brown eyes were watery, the skin below tainted crimson. But he was smiling, a dumb grin as strings of saliva stuck from the plushies to his lips. That wasnât the only sticky thing, his bangs were like glued to his forehead, all from him sweating so much. There was no helping it, his heart is beating so fast and the blood rush was too exiting.
âHahâ You scoffed, âgetting bold, arenât you? Why donât you focus on pleasing me first?â Afterwards you replied calmly, signalising you were used to his cheeky behaviour. Instead of letting go of his fluffy features, you tugged on his ears a little. âMhm~! S-stop that..!â He said even though he didnât seem like he wanted you to stop, nevertheless you still let go. âAre they really that sensitive?â A sigh slipped from your lips while your hand found its way back to his waist, fingers sinking into his soft flesh, causing some red marks to be left behind. âThat tickles, are you that obsessed with my body?â Dazai mocked, holding your gaze with his usual playful attitude. âArenât you too impatient, bunny? Where is the fun in that.â You responded with another question, leaning down with your upper body so that you could nibble at the tip of his ears.
His body jerked very suddenly, you noticed because his tail twitched the moment your lips touched his fur. âHow cute my bunny is, why donât we play a little longer?â You suggested, hands slowly moving upwards to try and grope his chest. âMhnn, hmm.. no, I canât take it anymore. You are already i-inside me, so why canât you just move?â Oh dear, the rabbit boy almost sounds angry now. He bawled his fists, his rim clenching around you and loosening up in desperation. You couldnât help but laugh at such a pathetic display, asking innocently, âAnd why do you want me to fuck you so badly, little bunâ?â Now he was glaring at you. How could you make him say something so embarrassing, he was definitely going to get back at you.
âMaybe because I wanna be breed?â Dazai mumbled into the toys beneath him, acting all sad as a part of his plan. He knew you liked it whenever heâd say something dirty, he knew what words gets you riled up. âOh? You want what?â And you took the bait, as expected, no one can withstand his charm once he tries. Once again the boy met your eyes, staring right into yours as he whispered teasingly, âI want you to fill my womb with babiesâĄâ
Hah! The audacity! To think heâd be this shameless, to voice out such perverted words! A shiver ran down your spine, you felt your stomach tingle in excitement. He knew you too good, way too good. âCanât I bear your children, y/n? Iâd take care of those small bunâs.â This man in front of you, with his ass up and face down, he didnât know when to stop, did he? Pushing your buttons like this, egging you on. If you left him like this heâd only spout more nonsense. Though maybe he forgot, two can play this game.
âAha, thatâs what you want? For me to impregnate you?â You repeated his words, growing them into his ear in a low voice, âwant me to make you a mama?â His eyes shone and tail wagged around, he could feel electricity being send to his dick, causing some precum to leak from the tip. âNghh.. shit, do it.â He said, it was almost like an order. Maybe his impatience rubbed off on you, because you were itching to take him. Your fingertips were on his hips again, gripping down harshly as you moved your hips back. As if the previous provocations werenât enough, you said, âIf thatâs the case, I canât wait to see you full and round with my children. Iâm sure the bunnies would be adorable.â
So many sensations were coursing through him, they all felt so good he swore his brain was going to melt. Oh you, only you would entertain his filthy fantasies like this. If only he could truly get pregnant by you, he would have baby trapped you ages ago. Though this was fine as well, just the role play and imagination was enough for him. And apparently also enough for you, since you were snapping your hips against his bottom so roughly you might as well have been fucking babies right into his stomach.
It felt so good. The way your cock rubbed against his insides and walls, it got him drooling and crying in pleasure. âAhh, so mHhHmm, good..!â At this point, he was so joyful and ecstatic he could barely keep fiction and reality apart. His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists so hard, tears rolling down his blushing cheeks and wetting his lashes. He whimpered when you brushed over his prostate, as if he just got taken to heaven. Not to mention how his pre was dirtying the sheets, creating a pool below him. He was so caught up with the pleasure he receives by you stretching him out he forgot about anything else.
Your little bunny sobbed in bliss and whined in a high-pitched voice, âmâwanna be gu-gahhHmm!! impregnated by you- e-everyday..âĄâĽď¸â
Seems like he got too sentimental about the little play. How adorable your pet rabbit was.
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