#oc nicolas

[amehari]

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[movedblog-thesacrificialdove]

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 1.6k words rich yandere x gn!reader — ko-fi | patreon | masterlist | inbox | taglist | home | req. & comms

tags sugar daddy, rich yandere, low-key obsessive behaviour, first meetings, college student reader, age gap, brief mention of a rapist (no description or anything more)

—📜" Being a broke college student, you decide to try your hand at getting a sugar daddy. You find someone who is... quite eager to know everything about you. It's weird because he doesn't seem to be the same person he was online.

They say to spend your youth on nightclubs and partying with friends. But really, they don’t know the true beauty of being in a jazz club and drinking all by yourself. There’s no ill intentions, there’s no partying until the sun goes down—just some nice music and good drinks.

People find it odd, sure. But nothing can beat this feeling for you. As you lay in a couch that’s worth double your college tuition, you drink champagne that's triple your college tuition. 

How you ended up here is another embarrassing story. Hunting for a sugar daddy online is a clear plan for destruction. It could end well with a decent allowance every now and then, of course. Yet, fear gets the most of you. The thought that you end up with a fat well and alive man who asks for sex with his small dick looms over you like a gloomy cloud. That fear is there because your sugar daddy is anonymous.

Sighing, you drink another sip of the champagne as you fix your posture. Again. The seat in front of you is still empty. You’d think he wasn’t really being honest with you but he did have a reservation ready for the both of you.

It’s not bad to wait. Even if you do look dumb getting stood up, at least you’re enjoying yourself.

“You lonely there?” someone asks behind you.

Turning your head behind you, you see a towering man with a smile so bright you think you could be blinded by it. He looks elegant—the way he’s holding a glass like a connoisseur and his long black hair pulled into a slick ponytail. Fuck, is he your sugar daddy? He looks the age for it and honestly, he aged really good.

You tell him, “Maybe. Are you lonely?”

He chuckles and takes the seat opposite. Finally. “No,” he says, “not anymore, at least. All thanks to…?” he gestures to you.

When you tell him his name, he parrots it like he’s tasting it. “Beautiful. Your mother picked it out?”

“I’m sure so,” you don’t know, who the hell would know that? “It’s a generational name, really. In our family we keep reusing names.”

“So are you the second? The third?”

The third was your great grandfather but he ended up being a rapist. Eugh. “The fourth,” you answer. “But I never tell anyone that, actually. Bit embarrassing if they call me the fourth, so.”

He laughs, somehow finding you amusing. “Nicolas,” he says, “very nice to meet you.”

Was… his name Nicolas? You’re not so sure about that. From the site he only revealed his last name so that you could get the reservation. Huh.

“Nice to meet you, Nicolas.” The little twitch in his lips is unavoidable to your eyes, “You look very nice tonight,” maybe that’s why he took almost an hour to arrive here. “Do you live near here or?”

“Oh, no,” he shakes his head, “I come from Bolzano. But I came here from Portofino, where my heart currently is.”

You nod like you know where those places really are. Italy, you assume. “Very nice. I heard it’s a beautiful place.”

“Beatiful even more with company,” he puts his drink down. “How about you? What makes you come here?”

You, actually. You wanted to go here. “I was raised by my grandfather and jazz was his favourite. Every corner of the house Hank Mobley would be playing. I have his old records that he passed down to me and whenever I play it, I can see the way he dances.”

“So, come down here for a little trip to memory lane?”

Before you could answer, you think about it even more. The man you were talking was definitely not Italian, right? No, his name sounded British, at most. And Nicolas sounds like he has little to no knowledge about the fact that you two are supposedly on a date.

Fuck, did you get him wrong? I mean, he is interested, you think.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you hum. You put your glass down too, clasping your hands. “I think I do need to go now. It was nice to have your company—”

“Going so soon? A bit rude especially if you came here to be mine for a price, no?”

You pause. Though you’re ready to leave this embarrassing meeting, you’re caught. You turn to him in confusion. So you were… wrong? Right? 

“Sit back down, this champagne is a bit too new to me.” He raises a hand and someone immediately finds their footing beside him. Nicolas speaks in his own tongue, requesting something you don’t understand.

You’re promptly back on your seat with a small wave of his hand. “Come on, I think we have a lot to learn about each other. But I know you.”

Did he send in a private investigator or what? Fuck, man. You didn’t think that those things were real in real life. “How much do you know?”

He doesn’t answer. His legs are crossed as he watches the busboy leave to prepare your drinks. “How are your classes?” he asks, making idle conversation of things you’re a bit worried to talk to him about. “Hope you’re dealing well.”

“Yeah,” you say, unsure of this now. “It’s all fine, yes. Just a few projects and classes.” You wonder for a moment how rude it would be to ask for a price on your body right now. “Nothing interesting, really.”

“I’m sure anything you say is of interest,” he says, all too fond of you. “Tell me, love, you mentioned having difficulties with some of your professors.”

He wasn’t interested in all that before when you were talking. “It’s fine. Well, not like I can say no. It’s a bit hard when you’re paying for an education and you’re not being taught,” you laugh, “Self-taught learning, he excuses.”

“That’s simply lazy,” he excuses. “Fine arts is such a nice career path. No reason to be dismissive of students who want to learn it.”

Did you tell him what you’re studying?

The busboy returns and brings a drink to the both of you. The song changes and it sounds familiar. You could almost see your grandfather dance behind Nicolas.

“I’m going to guess that’s your doing,” you say, “Thank you. It sounds lovely.”

He smiles, “I’m not one for jazz myself.” He reaches for his glass and swirls in, taking a whiff of its scent afterward. “But I’m curious as to who you are. How you grew up is one of those things”

When the both of you talked online, you expected him to be more lustful than this. Maybe it’s the repeating innuendo in his messages. All of that persona is gone now as if it never existed. It’s concerning.

Both of you make small conversation. Mostly it’s about you. He asks every little detail about you, asking for things that not even your friends would care about. It’s the little things.

‘Do you like soft cotton or silk?’ You don’t really know the difference but cotton is nice.

‘How often do you see your family?’ Every or so month, you’d wager. But you make sure to keep in contact.

‘What’s your thoughts on caged animals?’ A bit cruel, but you can see where it can stem from. Still, it’s cruel. You’d never do it.

The night come to a close when you start to feel a bit light-headed with the drinks you’ve ingested. Nicolas puts aside your glass as he stands to go on your side of the table. “Maybe it’s time to take a break tonight, love?”

You groan. “Yeah, I guess that’s fine now. I’m really thankful for tonight.”

“I’m glad,” he says, pulling you up and helping you walk. You don’t need it but it’s nice anyways. “I can take you back to your dorm, yes? You don’t need to worry about anything else when you’re with me.”

In your pocket, your phone buzzes. You don’t get to check it when Nicolas wraps both of his arms around your waist. He pulls you to the exit and you swear you hear ‘Signore Giordano’ come out when the men bid him goodnight.

Which is weird, because his surname is Abbot.

The ride was a blur, literally. Maybe you’ve had too much to drink. The next thing you know is that both of you are in front of your dorm. It’s too dark outside. The streets are dead silent. The low rumble of his car is the only thing you can really hear.

He calls your name. “It’s time to go home. You can’t stay with me yet, love.”

You stretch in the seat. A car seat has never been more comfortable. “Been nice, really. Thank you.”

As you unbuckle your seat, he leans forward. His arm drapes over your shoulders as his hand comes to your face. “Then can I get a little reward? Just a little?” He turns his cheek, a grin on his face.

It’s stupid but oh well, he would pay you. You press a kiss on his cheek and he looks like the happiest man alive. He laughs, looking at you with stupid heart eyes. “Thank you. Call me with this number—” he places a card in your hands—”and delete that damn app. I’ll come find you after your classes tomorrow for your contract. You don’t need to find anyone else now.”

He leaves shortly after you get inside your dorm. You hear the revving of his car go in the quiet night. It’s relieving. You’re tired on your feet, unable to really process what happened tonight.

It’s whatever. It’s all done now.

You delete the app on your phone, swiping away a message you got from it. You’re pretty sure it’s from another match you had last time but again, you don’t need it anymore.

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[yourleogf]

one of the girls ❥ nicolas vansteenberghe

PAIRING: nicolas vansteenberghe x black!fem!oc

SUMMARY: based off of “One Of The Girls” by The Weeknd + in which Carmen knows she isn’t the only girl Nicolas talks to but doesn’t care — as long as he fucks her good, that’s all that matters to her… until it doesn’t. 🩷

Carmen walked down the stairs at the sound of her doorbell, her light pink lace set hugging her curvy, dark-skinned body in all the right places while her knotless black boho braids with chocolate brown curls sat up in a ponytail. her manicured fingers held onto her stair railing as her house slippers clicked softly against the stairs, her dark brown eyes holding a seductive look in them while she made her way towards the door.

unlocking and opening the door, Carmen and Nic almost instantly locked eyes, their bodies simultaneously tingling at finally being able to see each other face to face after a few days. Nic was the first to break eye contact and his eyes roamed her figure as he ran his tongue over his lips, nearly speechless at how well the pastel color complimented her melanated skin.

“uh..” Nic mumbled out before clearing his throat and meeting Carmen’s eyes again, a smirk on her face as she pulled her robe closed and crossed her arms to secure it — though it didn’t help a bit since the material was mesh.

“come in.” Carmen’s voice was laced with mischievousness mixed with a little bit of seductiveness as she stepped to the side and allowed Nic in, watching his adam’s apple bob while he swallowed a nervous lump.

closing the door behind him, Carmen gestured towards her couch, nonverbally telling him to take a seat, as she locked the door and heard his footsteps become distant before hearing him sit down, the couch cushions rustling a bit under the newfound weight while Carmen turned around to face him.

“i, uh… i thought you wanted to talk about those things you heard about me.” Nic asked as he watched her walk towards him in awe, his lips slightly parted while he watched her hips sway back and forth until she stood directly in front of him.

Nic was referring to the rumors of him messing around with other girls, which were less than rumors since Carmen had saw concrete evidence that the accusations were true. to be truthful, Carmen didn’t care not one bit. she wasn’t at the stage of her life where she desired a relationship so her and Nic’s relationship was more sexual than anything, and that’s the way she liked it.

whenever she wanted some dick, he was the first one she’d call, and he’d answer on the first ring every single time.

“did i say that when i called you?” Carmen asked, her arms falling to her sides and reopening her sheer robe, as she climbed onto Nic’s lap and his hands instinctively felt upon her hips, “why so nervous, baby?”

Nic let out a soft breathy chuckle, the weight on his shoulders instantly disappearing while his green eyes peered up at her, “sorry… it’s just been a minute since we seen each other, you know? i didn’t know what you’d think of me after what you heard.. and i didn’t expect to come over and see you in this.”

Nic ran his fingers across Carmen’s boy shorts before smacking her ass, making her smirk return while a lustful glint shined in his pretty eyes.

“you know what it is with me and you, Nic. i call you when i need to get my rocks off and that’s that. if those other girls wanna share, then we can.. but at the end of the day, you know who’s the best.” Carmen tantalizingly smiled as she rested her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them with her thumbs, their faces a few inches apart while the atmosphere charged with sexual tension, “you like my lil’ 3-piece? i ordered it two weeks ago.”

“it’s definitely your color.” Nic complimented lowly, his tone genuine yet salacious, as he raised his hands from her hips and slipped them inside her robe, pushing it down her shoulders while she shimmied it off onto the floor.

Carmen bit down on her plump bottom lip as she stared into Nic’s eyes, the both of them practically having a staring contest while Nic’s arm gradually wrapped around her torso and pulled her closer. his hand rested against her side and his other hand gripped the nape of her neck as he pulled her down and attached his lips to hers, kissing her lustfully while her hands cupped his face.

the soft sound of lip smacking filled the room as Nic’s arm left from around her body and his unoccupied hand began to wander her curves sensually, his fingertips caressing every inch of her he could before his hand dipped down to her ass and gave it a squeeze. Carmen moaned softly in his mouth at the feeling and she lightly tilted her head to the side as their kiss deepened, her hands gently tilting his head up more while she slipped her tongue in his mouth.

the kiss turned sloppy as their tongues fought for dominance, both of them so consumed by each other’s mouths that their surroundings seemed to fade away. one of Carmen’s hands left Nic’s face and slipped down to his plain black t-shirt as she tugged at it before balling it up in her hands, using it to pull him even closer to her while their chests pressed up together.

the kiss gradually transformed into something desperate and needy, and Carmen started to grind her hips against Nic’s erection as he grunted in her mouth, his grip slightly tightening in the back of her neck while he kept her mouth against his. following her lead, Nic’s hips pushed up to meet Carmen’s, and a soft gasp fell from her lips at his unexpected actions. Nic used this to his advantage and sucked on her bottom lip, gently tugging at it with his teeth before letting it snap back into place.

kissing her for a final time, Nic began kissing down Carmen’s jawline and making his way towards her neck, his hands slipping off the back of it and meeting his other one on her ass. he rubbed her ass and made out with her neck as his tongue slithered and slid across her smooth skin, his lips following in pursuit while they kiss over each part he licked.

“Nic..” Carmen moaned, her head leaning over to the side to give him more access to her neck, as she cradled his head and goosebumps spread across her skin, both of them still grinding against each other while he massaged her ass through her boy shorts.

“you smell so fucking good.” Nic groaned against her neck, nearly falling under hypnosis at her sweet vanilla scent, as he raised his head from her neck and kissed her hungrily, their mouths moving much more feverishly at this point while Nic wrapped his arms around her torso and stood up.

Carmen’s legs locked around Nic’s waist while he walked towards her staircase, neither of them ending their kiss as Nic walked up the stairs with her in his arms. Carmen’s core throbbed with delicious anticipation and Nic’s dick throbbed in response, the feeling of her body against his causing him to inch closer and closer to losing control.

as Carmen was carried upstairs, her mind was racing and clouded with lust, nothing but Nic’s lips and dick embedded in her frontal lobe. though they hadn’t seen each other for a couple of days, she knew that what they were about to do would make up for their departure, and this was just the beginning of what their night held in store for them.

their bodies moved against each other’s in synchronization as the bed rocked underneath them, Carmen’s arch deepening once Nic slapped her on the ass. her ponytail was wrapped around his hand and his other hand and firmly gripped her hip as he kept her head pulled back and kept her from rubbing away from his passionately lustful strokes, her moans and his groans bouncing off of her cream colored walls in harmony.

Carmen’s hands held the sheets tightly and she balled them up in her hands as her eyes rolled back and her eyebrows furrowed, her lips ajar while pleasure coursed through her veins. Nic stared down at her hungrily, watching her body twitch and her eyes flutter each time he hit that sweet spot inside her.

“N-Nicolas! aw, fuck!” Carmen squealed, clenching around his dick, as Nic groaned at the sensation and shivers ran down his spine, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth while he looked at her fucked-out facial expression.

“you like that, baby? huh? you like the way i fuck you, pretty girl?” Nic cooed, a soft hiss coming from his lips at feeling her clench around him for a second time, as his grip tightened on her hair and he pulled her up further, her back hitting his chest while she gasped.

“y-yes! oh, yes!” Carmen whimpered loudly, her face scrunching up, as her head rolled back onto Nic’s shoulder and she felt his grip disappear on her hair, both of his hands traveling across her body eager to please her further, “i loveeee the way you fuck me, baby!”

“you do? hm?” Nic whispered in her ear, kissing her earlobe, as one of his hands cupped one of her breasts and teased her nipple while the other slipped between her legs, his fingertips finding her clitoris and rubbing it in circles.

Carmen’s head nodded vigorously as a loud moan fell from her lips, her back arching upward from Nic’s body while a loud squeal suddenly shot out of her mouth.

“i’m cumming! i’m c-cumming! fuck, fuck, fuck!” Carmen cried out as her body shuddered and she came harder than the last three times, her juices coating her inner thighs while they slid down onto the bed.

Nic watched in awe as Carmen’s hips bucked, loving the way she lost control once he did something she knew could make her cum in an instant — and that’s why he was her first call whenever she was horny. he knew how to touch her, where to touch her, and how long to do it before she’d climax, and he learned rather quicker than anyone else Carmen had ever fucked.

Nic raised his hand from Carmen’s breast and wrapped it around her neck instead as he lightly lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed her passionately, his hips still snapping into hers while his fingers tap-danced along her throbbing bundle of nerves. he swallowed her moans whole and countered them with groans and grunts of his own as Carmen’s hand lazily wrapped around his wrist and he gently squeezed the sides of her neck in response, earning a low whimper from Carmen’s sore vocals.

pulling away from the kiss, Nic kept his face close to Carmen’s as he rested his forehead against hers, a few of his curls stuck to his forehead with sweat while Carmen’s laid edges completely disappeared.

“whose pussy is this, pretty girl?”

“y-yours, baby..”

“mine?”

“mhmmmmm..”

“just for me?”

“j-just for you, Nic..”

something possessive flickered in Nic’s eyes and it lingered longer than expected before disappearing, catching Carmen off guard but nonetheless turning her on even more. her lips slightly parted, and Nic’s eyes flickered between her eyes and lips while shaky pants fell from them.

“i..is this my dick, baby?” Carmen cooed, looking up at him with puppy eyes, as she bit down on her bottom lip and Nic groaned at her, his eyes slightly fluttering while he stared at her.

“forever yours.”

“yeah? i-it’s mine?”

“hell yeah… you can have anything you want from me, baby.”

“anything?”

“anything. even the fuckin’ moon and stars.”

Carmen bit down on her lip as her and Nic stared at each other, the air filled with sexual energy and gradually mixing with possessiveness. she let go of his wrist and caressed the side of his face as her fingers clutched his chin and gently pulled his face closer to hers, the two of them being so close that they could feel each other’s panting on their lips.

“t-then… do something for me, handsome.” Carmen moaned as her eyes flickered between Nic’s eyes and lips, his tongue wetting them instinctively while his eyes scanned hers.

“i’d do anything for you, beautiful.” Nic answered lowly, his tone holding a hint of eagerness, as Carmen’s eyes slightly fluttered and a small smirk crossed her face, the glint of possessiveness flashing inside her eyes for a second time and making Nic’s dick throb inside of her at the sight.

“cut t-them bitches off… i’m not too f-fond of sharin’ you no m-more..”

[secretsofafangirll]

oral fixation - m.s.

summary: matts girlfriend loves to have things in her mouth. when she gets home after a day of minor inconveniences, she seeks comfort from her boyfriend, in a rather, unconventional way.

warnings: oral (male receiving), praising, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), soft!dom matt, sub!fem, talk of anxiety,

a/n: couple of things; one, the girl doesn't have a name so you can imagine whomever you'd like, two, i've started planning my Matt series...anyways, hope you guys like it! :)))

"A touch / From your real love / Is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil"

⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜

For my entire life, I’ve loved having things in my mouth. 

When I was younger, it was impossible for my parents to get my thumb or my pacifier out of my mouth. The comfort that came from having the object resting in my mouth was too intense for me to leave behind. Behaviors like that followed me into childhood with things like gum or lollipops. In high school, I chewed copious amounts of gum, always had a pen or pencil in my mouth and played with my lips all the time. 

Naturally, when I managed to find myself a boyfriend, he became aware of my oral fixation in many ways. He would always notice how often I had things in my mouth or if I was biting my lips, he would offer me something else so I didn’t tear up the delicate skin. It got to a point where, if he and I were laying down together and one of his hands was unoccupied, I would simply reach down and grab his hand, bringing it to my mouth and wrapping my lips around one of his fingers and playing with it in my mouth. Of course Matt enjoyed this himself, but there were other ...situations, where this oral fixation benefitted him much more than putting a finger in my mouth. 

Matt also understood why I do what I do. Him and I both struggle with anxiety, and we both have for years. In high school, I was medicated for it and had a hard time getting through the day. However, I hated the way that the meds made me feel and I swore to my parents that I wasn’t going to take them anymore and that I’d find another way to cope. Matt copes with alone time and silence but I get more overstimulated than he does and when I do, all I want is to have something in my mouth and someone to touch. 

Which is why on days like these, anxiety ridden and insane days, I need my boyfriend and one of his extremities to rest between my lips. 

After several cars cutting me off on the road and almost hitting me on the way to the gym this morning, I was already slightly shaken up and worried for my safety. When I got to the gym, there was a man somewhat following me around, conveniently using all of the machines next to me. After that, I went to the grocery store in hopes that they had some grapes and snacks for me to feel better, they were out of seedless grapes which sent me into a frenzy about the way that the seeds feel in my mouth, and the self-checkout lanes were under renovation and I had to talk to the cashier to check out. 

I took shallow and quick breaths as I walked swiftly out to my car. I tossed the bag into the back seat and swung open the driver door. The second that I was enclosed in my car, in my space, I was able to calm myself down. Once I had myself under control, I started the car and drove home. When I arrived, I grabbed my things from the car and headed inside. I used my house key to unlock the front door, using my foot to close it behind me. I tossed my keys in the dish and heard Matt typing on the couch. 

“Hi baby,” He said without looking up. I didn’t respond because I just wanted to put the groceries I picked up away and sit with him. “Alright,” He said and continued typing away. 

I put the cold stuff in the refrigerator and the dry stuff in the pantry and cabinets before heading to his room to slide out my dirty and uncomfortable gym clothes and into one of his shirts. Once I was comfortable and the smell of his cologne filled my nostrils, I was finally ready to lay down next to him on the couch. 

“Sorry,” I murmured quietly, gently taking a seat next to him and pulling a blanket over my legs, curling into his side and latching onto one of his arms, “I just wanted to put those away so that I could sit with you.” 

I sat there looking for something of his to grab onto but his hands were occupied and I don’t think he’d appreciate it if I put anything else, if you know what I mean, in my mouth at the moment. I sighed quietly to myself and began to bite on my lips. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” He said, leaning over to kiss the top of my head. 

I continued my assault on my lips and I felt the skin tear and the metallic taste of my own blood rested on my tongue. When it started to hurt too bad to bite my lips, one of my hands found my mouth and I started to bite and suck on that instead, the other arm wrapping impossibly tighter around his. His elbow nudged my side and he looked over at me. 

“You doin’ okay?” He asked without looking away from his computer where he was replying to emails and taking notes in a Google Doc. I only hummed, unwilling to take my fingers out of my mouth. My lack of a real response, which I know he hated, made him finally look up at me. My eyes blinked guiltily at him when his brows went from furrowed to concerned, “Sweetheart,” He sighed and reached up to pull my hand away from my mouth. I flexed all of my muscles to keep it in my mouth but he tilted his head at me and pulled harder, his strength easily overpowering mine. 

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, relaxing my muscles and looking down my hands with guilt and embarrassment written all over my face. 

“Hey,” He said softly, reaching out to grab my jaw and gently pull my head up to look at him, “You don’t have to say sorry. There’s nothing to apologize for.” He shook his head and looked into my eyes for an explanation, “D’you have a bad day?” He asked and closed his computer screen ¾ of the way down. 

“Kind of,” I said, questioning in my tone, “I don’t even know. It’s just been, like, too much.” I tried to spit it out but I struggled to pin-point how, exactly, I felt. It was just too much.

“That’s okay, baby,” He cooed, “You want my hand?” My eyes widened in excitement and I nodded before correcting myself with a ‘Yes, please’. 

He brought his left forearm up to my mouth and I played with his long fingers trying to pick which one I wanted. I decided on the pointer first, but planned to use every finger but the pinky. He used his other hand to scroll through emails and business inquiries, also scrolling through pinterest to find inspiration for future videos. 

I, on the other hand, swirled my tongue mindlessly around his fingers, taking them all the way into my mouth and then back out, my saliva coating his fingers down the knuckle. Every so often, he would shift his hips slightly or clear his throat and scratch his neck. I knew how this was affecting him, but he also respected my needs more than his and wouldn’t want to make me uncomfortable. After close to twenty minutes had passed of my sucking on his fingers, he looked at the time on his computer and closed it all the way. He leaned back against the couch, his hand still in my mouth and he turned his head as it laid against the top of the couch and he watched me mindlessly play with his fingers. When I fully pulled off his middle finger alone, I pushed his ring finger to meet it and took them both fully into my mouth. He groaned and I snapped my eyes to meet him and worked my mouth around his fingers. 

“God, don’t fuckin’ look at me like that when you’ve got my fingers down your throat, honey,” He instructed gently, understanding of my rather fragile nature. I pulled off his fingers, letting my tongue teasingly drag across the length of them. 

“Sorry,” I swallowed to clear my throat and scooted closer to him. He reached across himself and wrapped his dry hand around my thigh and under my knee to pull me onto his lap. I squealed at the sudden movement but settled and nuzzled into his lap. 

“How many times are you gonna apologize, hm?” He questioned with a smile, tucking my hair behind my ears. 

“You know how I am, Matt,” I laughed and grabbed his wrists and put them on top of my thighs, encouraging him to tickle them. 

“Yeah, I do,” He smiled, “But that means that I know you’re gonna keep saying sorry until you feel better.” He accused me and I smiled like I’d been caught stealing, “What else do you need, baby?”

I blushed and looked down at my hands, “I don’t wanna-,”

“Oh, you’re gonna.” He said sternly. 

“I want you.”

“You have me.” He said and nudged my chin with his knuckle, “What do you need?”

“Need your cock,” I said quietly. 

“What was that?” He turned his ear toward me. 

“I need your cock, Matthew.” I said louder. 

“There she is.” He said and gently moved my thighs to allow me to sink to my knees in front of him. “See? Wasn’t that hard, no?” 

When I was comfortable at his feet, I worked to remove his belt and unbuckle his pants. He did the work of actually pushing them down. His hard cock sprung out of his pants and he hissed as the cool air penetrated the sensitive and tacky skin. His tip was lathered in a small amount of pre-cum and he pulsed and twitched slightly. I pouted at the sight for two reasons; one being that it made me want him in my mouth even more, and two, I felt bad for the state I’d put him in. 

“Matty,” I whined, tracing circles with the fingernails on his knees, “I didn’t know it was this bad. I’m sorry.” 

“If you say sorry one more time, all you’re getting is my fingers,” He tutted. My eyes widened in fear. 

“Okay, I’ll stop.” I promised and he smiled down at me. 

“Good girl.” 

I got to quick work pumping his cock in my hand to get him ready. His cock looked so big compared to my smaller hand. It didn’t even fit around the entire thing. He groaned and hissed at the stimulation, his breathing getting heavier and slightly more labored. Soon, I leaned down and gently licked the tip before wrapping my lips around the tip. Pleasure and comfort washed over me and I continued to sink my head down onto his dick. His hands gathered my hair in a make-shift ponytail on my head and he held my hair out of my face. He didn’t push my head down, he just simply aided me in my quest for comfort, which I was most definitely finding. 

“There you go baby,” He praised, “So fuckin’ good,” He whispered, more to himself than anyone else. 

I took his cock down my throat slowly, suppressing the slight gag reflex I still have, though it’s not too bad. I whined around his dick with comfort and need. 

“What baby?” He asked breathlessly, pulling me off him, “Why’re you whinin’? You got what you wanted, no?” 

“No!,” I protested, pushing his hands away, “I’m fine! I just love having you, s’all.” I explained with a smile before going back down on him. As I continued to work his cock, my body visibly relaxed and the sighs of content that left my mouth. Matt simply closed his eyes above me, opening them periodically to watch me take him down my throat. 

Matt started to get close, his hips becoming restless under me and his hands that were in my hair started to guide me down his cock faster. He moaned and whimpered as he grew closer and closer to the edge. 

“Oh fuck-,” He whimpered, “God, so good, baby. So close.”

His stutters and whimpers encouraged me to work with him faster, yet take my time on all of his sensitive bits. I relied on the relief that accompanied the weight of his cock on my tongue. I worked him until hips stuttered and bucked off the couch and he moaned my name and praises into the air.  

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.” He whispered, bucking his hips into my throat making me choke slightly but I didn’t care, “M Sorry. Fuck,” He whispered and then e shot his load down my throat. I felt the warm liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it down. “Show me,” He demanded, once he caught his breath and he pulled me off him all the way. I stuck my tongue out to show him that I swallowed it and he smiled at me in response, lightly tapping my cheek with the hand that held my jaw. 

“Thank you,” I sighed, my throat somewhat sore. 

“No, thank you, my beautiful girl.” He leaned down and kissed me gently, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs. When I pulled away, I bit the inside of my lip and looked into his eyes, silently yearning for more. His brows pinched together and his mouth opened slightly, “What, baby? Not enough?” I looked at him with a guilty smile and shook my head. 

“I just want more,” I said quietly. He opened his mouth to respond but as soon as he did, his laptop and phone dinged several times, he looked at his phone and saw what it was. 

“Look, sweetheart, I’ve got more work shit to do,” I groaned and sat back on my heels below him but he pressed a finger to my lips, “But, if you’d let me finish you impatient little baby,” he teased, “if you’re good and hold me without moving your tongue at all, you can stay where you are.” 

“Yes please. I promise I’ll be good,” I nodded my head and sat back up right. He nodded at me and grabbed everything he needed to continue working and I took him back into my mouth. I zoned out with him in my mouth but it was still exciting to be getting what I’d been craving all day and my tongue jerked against a few times. 

“Ah, ah,” He asked, “Settle, sweetheart. You promised me.” He directed and when I calmed down around his cock, his hand patted my head softly and he went back to typing away. 

//

a/n: i'd been working on this for about a week or so. hope you guys liked it!!

[aubeezz]

Hearts a mess loop does things to a man

[teal-chimera]

character concept / reference for something

[sweetshuga]

ⓘ content warnings: smut ⋆ +18 ⋆ fratboy!oc (dani) ⋆ pet names ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ dual pov (?) ⋆ friends with benefits (?) ⋆ mentions of a butt plug being used ⋆ fluff ⋆ anal ⋆ bottom!nick ⋆ missionary & cowgirl + more.

Nick woke up quite late today since he didn’t have any early lectures. And as per usual, he laid in bed, scrolling through his phone—or insta reels to be specific.

A few minutes of doom scrolling was enough to have him bored out of his mind and just as he was about to close the app, he suddenly came across a post from Dani—aka the annoying fratboy that’s been trying to act all chummy with him.

Before he knew it, he was scrolling through Dani’s post, his heart stupidly skipping a beat at a picture of him beaming at the camera, shirtless and holding a solo red cup with a backwards hat on—just the usual image of a fratboy.

But something about Dani, out of all the fraternity guys, made him feel undeniably attracted.

Nick’s heart almost leaped out through his mouth when he suddenly got a message from Dani.

«read the text messages»

Dani sat in the kitchen of the frat house, actually sporting a huge hard-on, trying to will his dick to behave.

His face began to burn with embarrassment because frankly? He never got hard over a simple and innocent selfie—and it made him feel worse knowing Nick clearly didn’t mean anything by it.

Thankfully, there were just a few of his fratbros and some chicks lounging in the kitchen so he stood up from the chair he was sitting on and casually walked towards the staircase before speed walking upstairs to his room—to jerk off.

Dani stared into space. A few balled up tissues were thrown haphazardly around the trashcan, but his mind was elsewhere.

A low curse left him as he adjusted himself. His dick was still hard as a rock despite having jerked off already, bulging the front of his camo shorts.

"This is fucking unbelievable," he groaned, falling back on his bed with a soft thump.

Meanwhile, Nick sat in the lecture, watching with raised eyebrows as the new lecturer came back looking slightly disheveled.

His eyes trailed to the girl that came into the lecture hall just before the lecturer.

"That’s... suspicious..." Nick murmured to himself before shrugging it off, focusing back on the slideshow—the lecturer was droning about—instead.

Later that evening, just as Nick got out of the shower, his phone rang with a call from Dani, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Great timing," he mumbled sarcastically as he picked up his phone, barely holding back a scoff at the cocky tone on the other end.

"You coming over or am I?" Dani drawled, voice all slow and teasing.

"You don’t sound sober so no-" "C’mon, you promised you’d come over." Dani cut him off, his voice now having a slight whine to it.

"Wha- I did not." Nick scoffed, drying his hair with a towel.

Dani sighed. "You didn’t," he admitted, "but please? I’ve been horny all day because of the photo you sent me this morning."

Nick’s breath caught in his throat, but he composed himself quickly and answered with the most annoyed tone he could muster. "And? That’s my problem?"

"It’s not... but fuck, Nick," Dani breathed out, "I need you so bad."

Nick’s rational side screamed for him to say no and end the call. But somehow, he didn’t do any of that, and instead mumbled a reply he knew would please Dani. "Fine... I’ll be there in a bit."

Before Dani could say anything, Nick hung up the call.

"What am I getting myself into?" He questioned his reflection in the fogged bathroom mirror, his own face staring back at him with blush adorning his cheeks like some middle school girl whose crush just told her he liked her back.

With a heavy sigh, Nick began wearing his PJs so he could get out of the bathroom.

Once in his dorm room, he walked over to his drawer and took out a pair of loose jeans and a simple black t-shirt, and a pair of white socks.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. One that made his stomach flip.

He opened his drawer again, heartbeat quickening as he searched for the butt plug he hid in there. When he found it, he quickly walked back into the bathroom with it clutched in his hand, anticipation eating him alive.

Nick came out of the bathroom about an hour later, face all flushed and heart thumping.

"Just in case." He told himself.

Just as Dani gave hope and was taking a few hits from his joint, Nick’s number flashed on his phone, causing him to cough a few times, surprised.

He quickly took the call, clearing his throat. "Changed your mind?"

Dani could almost imagine Nick rolling his eyes at the tone he used.

Nick sighed slowly, sounding annoyed. "I’m outside."

That had Dani’s eyes widening.

"What?" He asked dumbly.

"It’s kinda cold tonight, open the door before I get summer cold-" Nick sneezed, cutting himself off, eliciting a small laugh from Dani.

"Alright, babe, I’ll be right there."

"Don’t call me babe-"

Dani ended the call before Nick could say anything else, smiling to himself like an idiot as he walked downstairs to open the front door.

When he opened the door, Nick was standing there, arms crossed, his cheeks and the tip of his nose slightly rosy from the chilly breeze, a tote bag slung over one shoulder and his glasses perched on his nose.

Dani ushered him inside and closed the door behind him.

"You look cute." Dani commented, an arm reaching out to wrap around Nick’s waist, pulling him closer to himself.

"Shut up," Nick mumbled, looking around as if someone might walk into the living room any moment, even though everyone was in the kitchen.

"Don’t worry, they already know about us." Dani chuckled softly, reassuring him.

"I’m not worried..." Nick denied, even as his darted to the kitchen one last time.

Dani laughed softly, his grin almost sickeningly lovestruck. "Okay, whatever you say, baby."

Nick’s brows bunched at the pet name, making a disgusted face even as his heart rate—stupidly—picked up again. "Don’t call me that ever again."

"Alright, Mr. Grumpy." Dani laughed again—really laughed this time—the sound warm and infectious. And Nick caught himself smiling slightly before he quickly schooled his expression.

Dani led him upstairs so they could lounge in his room.

Once in the privacy of Dani’s room, Nick finally let himself relax, letting out a slow exhale as he sat on Dani’s bed.

Just as he shifted to get into a more comfortable position, the plug nestled inside his ass pressed against his prostate, causing Nick to yelp softly, catching the attention of Dani.

"You okay?" Dani asked, slightly concerned but mostly teasing.

"Uh, yeah... I’m, I’m fine." Nick quickly answered, maybe a little too quickly, a flush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

Dani didn’t look convinced though.

"Right... And that’s why you’re squirming and looking so damn fuckable on my bed." Dani said, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "C’mon, just tell me what’s wrong."

Nick groaned softly, embarrassed. "It’s nothing."

Suddenly, Dani pushed him back on the bed, hovering over him as he began to tickle him. "I won’t stop unless you tell me what’s wrong. C’mon, spit it out."

"H-hey!" Nick shrieked, laughter forcefully clawing its way out of his throat as he squirmed to get away from Dani’s fingers.

"St-stop-- You-you, I’ll-- Daniii-"

Dani stopped abruptly upon hearing his name in that breathless whiny tone, the sound immediately going south and stirring awake his dick.

He panted softly from exertion as he leaned down to nuzzle his face in Nick’s neck, leaving soft kisses there.

His hands slowly slid down and under Nick, groping the supple flesh of his ass, kneading it. "God, I love your ass..." He murmured, nipping at the sensitive skin of Nick’s neck.

Nick’s eyes closed as he let out a shuddering sigh, his fingers tangling in Dani’s fluffy locks to pull his face closer to his neck, tilting his own head to the side to give Dani more room to work with.

Dani’s fingers sank into Nick’s clothed ass over and over again. But then he froze, making Nick open his eyes, confused.

"Is something wrong-" "What is this?" Dani cut Nick off, tapping his finger against the hard base of the butt plug.

Nick’s face burned, mouth opening and closing.

"You have a butt plug in?" Dani guessed, lifting himself up on his forearms to look at Nick.

Nick avoided eye contact, his breath hitching.

"Yeah..." He finally mumbled quietly, almost too quietly.

"Fuuck, really?" Dani groaned, his own breath hitching at the image that appeared in his mind at Nick’s confirmation. "You drive me fucking insane, Nick."

One thing led to another and Nick found himself tangled with Dani in his bed, spread open and vulnerable. His length slapped against his stomach—throbbing and leaking—as Dani’s cock plowed in and out his stretched out hole.

One of Dani’s hands clamped over Nick’s mouth, silencing his growing moans.

Dani groaned softly, feeling Nick squeeze around him.

"You love this shit, don’t you? Being silenced and fucked like a bitch in heat." A slow grin stretched across his lips when he felt Nick’s whimpers vibrating against his hand.

Nick’s hands clutched onto Dani’s forearm and biceps, his eyes rolling back when Dani’s length hit just right.

"Haahh... Look at you," Dani rasped, "already looking like you’re in heaven when I’ve only just began ruining you."

Nick’s cock bounced along with his body, slapping against Dani’s stomach with each descent.

"You’re going so deep," He whimpered.

"And you ride me so fucking good." Dani rasped, his hand delivering soft smacks to Nick’s flushed ass cheeks, causing his moans to grow in volume.

Nick clamped a hand over his own mouth, the other one on Dani’s chest to keep himself balanced.

Nick looked completely fucked out, body shuddering and tensing as he tried his best to keep bouncing on Dani’s thick cock, his own length leaking copious amounts of precum.

Dani’s eyes darkened when he saw the erotic sight.

One of his hands left Nick’s hips and tugged on his arm, causing Nick to drop his hand from his mouth.

"They’re gonna hear." Nick tried to protest but his words died in his throat when Dani suddenly held his hips tightly and began pounding into him from below.

Nick’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy and his mouth hung open in a silent scream as Dani’s cock plowed in and out of his tight hole rapidly.

"Then let them fucking hear," Dani growled, his hips blurring as he fucked up into Nick.

Nick’s greedy hole spasmed around Dani’s pistoning shaft. His release was so close he could almost taste it.

"I’m gonna... gonna-- mmph, fuck! I’m cumming!" Nick screamed in pleasure as his orgasm crashed over him, his dick twitching with each spurt of cum, painting Dani’s stomach and chest white.

"Fuuuck, you’re so fucking sexy like this." Dani groaned, slowing down but not stopping.

Nick slumped on top of Dani, his body shuddering with aftershocks. But Dani was still hard, having climaxed only once even though Nick had come more than three times tonight.

"Already tired?" Dani whispered, his hands leaving Nick’s hips and instead sliding down to grope his ass.

Nick simply nodded, his brain still short-circuiting from the intense orgasm.

Dani’s hips started to pick up pace, his arms wrapping around Nick to keep him in place on top of him as he murmured sweetly. "That’s too bad, sweetheart, I’m not done with you..."

Nick whimpered softly but didn’t stop Dani.

He was going to be so sore tomorrow.

✿ english is not my first language! || wc: 1.9k ✿

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ The fics for this au won’t follow a certain order (for example, this fic takes place in the future when they start to be in this weird relationship between fwb and lovers) so it might get confusing mb chat lol

(Also, I got kinda lazy on the smut part ’cause I wrote so much in one sitting.)

⟢ nerd!nick taglist: @oopsiedaisydeer @shortnsweetsturnz @sagesturns @corspebridedelrey @anonymouslyachrisgirl @v33angel @heartsforvin @poolover123 @kier-with-a-k

[3ic95id864pg]

Trimax Vash [Twitter:@shesdeny]

[angelicwh1spers]

— ⋅˚₊‧ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ‧₊˚ ⋅ —

— 𝐀cademic 𝐑ival 𝐂hristopher x 𝐀cademic 𝐑ival 𝐑eader

𝐈n 𝐜onclusion… before taking a very important test, you and Chris decided to make a bet on who would get the higher score, the person with the lower score would have to do anything the person with the higher score wanted them to do, and unfortunately you got one percent lower than Chris…

𝐖arnings… [ SUGGESTIVE&ANGST ] , swearing , allergic reaction , burning stuff , steamy makeout session ,

⚠︎ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 - English is not my first language so excuse and dismiss any minor mistakes in my writing, I’m fairly new to writing on tumblr but it’s always been my passion to create stories and envelop myself inside of the world of fiction.

⟡ ݁₊ “𝐘ou seriously think you can beat me?” You huff, holding in your laughter as the chill autumn breeze hits your skin as Chris tries to claim he can beat you at the upcoming test today by getting a higher grade, it almost felt pathetic to be hearing such words even dare to be spoken by him in your presence. “Scared you’ll loose the bet?” He taunts, leaning his back against the railing of the staircase located at the entrance to the campus, one of his many favorite brown leather jacket protecting him from the soft breeze. You chuckle at his immediate assumption, you loosing a silly little bet for the higher score? “Me? Scared? Who do you think I am, a dumbass like you?”

“Oh you’re so high and mighty, I can’t wait to see your face when you loose.” A mocking smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth as you just roll your eyes at his smartass remark, maybe he isn’t a total dumbass but definitely is a goddamn bastard. And why does he have to look so good in that jacket today? “You wish, I never loose. Why do you think I’m on top of the class? I earned it, get ready to do whatever I say after this test, loser.” I state, he chuckles softly before running a hand through his brown messy hair, you could see the slight shift in his demeanor, now appearing more determined and set on one obvious goal. “Yeah, I think you meant you were getting ready to do whatever I say, hm?”

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During the remainder of the day, you two made it each others mission to sabotage the other in anyway possible so they would fail the test, first it started harmless with distracting each other from studying but progressively got more intense and rude but to you two it felt as if it was just another day…

— allergic reaction.

You finally have sat down with your friends, chatting and laughing as jokes and stories were thrown between the group, while you were taking out your already prepared lunch, out of the corner of your eye you noticed Chris smirking ear to ear right at you while talking with his own friend group at their table. You brushed off his stare and continued with your lunch, but when you took the first bite and it went down your throat, something didn’t feel right, your throat started to close up and your breath coming in short puffs and then you realized you were having an allergic reaction, a million questions rise inside of your mind on how this could have happened, you precisely made sure there was nothing you were allergic to inside of your lunch. Then Chris’s little smirk flashes in your mind and already know who was behind this, thank god you had your epipen in your bag. You knew you couldn’t go to the nurse since she would send you home, so you had to live through the pain for the remainder of the day until the test, one day you swear you will not hesitate to kill him.

— burning pile.

Throwing in the last piece of paper you needed to be complete, you watched as the hot flames immediately roared to life, intensifying the already big fire created from Chris’s important notes he had ready for todays test and you also decided to burn some other ones he had in his book bag, from your taken spot you could hear most of the things happening in the school, especially where Chris currently was from the open window and could hear frustrated footsteps stomping throughout the school and just laugh at his immediate reaction, waiting for him to make it to where you were. A half-finished lit cigarette hanging from the corner of your mouth as you see a familiar voice call out your name and already knowing who it is, "Y/n! Give me my notes back, you know those are—" He cuts off his own words by the sight of his notes being a burning pile right in front of him, a mocking smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth, taking the last drag of my cigarette and throwing it into the flames to disintegrate, "Ups! I thought these were useless" you say with fake "I'm gonna literally gonna murder you."

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Chris won the stupid bet, getting a 100% overpowering your 99% on the test and him waving the test in your face, but the thing he asked you to do wasnt something you expected at the very least…

His hands rest on your waist as you two stumble into the kitchen, being all over each other as an intense make out was currently happening between you two, he softly pushes your back into the counter before they tighten its grip and lift you up to sit you down on the counter for better access as your lips which never separate from each other and don’t seem like they will any time soon, your arms wrap around his neck while his rest right above your hips but they keep wandering all over your lower body. Somehow you two ended up in this situation, but you’re certainly not complaining much, the way the feeling of his lips on yours and how your tongues danced together just made a shiver run down your spine, it almost felt like a drug that you felt you needed more of each second.

“Still bitter about loosing that bet? Princess was finally pushed off her high and mighty stool?” He teases, speaking between kisses which became slight messy as he talked but soon gone back to normal, “Maybe, but you have to make it up to me for that allergic reaction.” I answer, still feeling the bitter-sweet taste of losing now being overpowered by the taste of Chris’s mouth on mine. The only time we would pull away from each other was for short breaths before returning right back, you didn’t know for how long you two were like this but it’s not like someone was counting your time nor rushing you. “What about you first making up for burning my notes and looking absolutely delicious smoking that cigarette?” “I think I already did, by doing whatever you want” he smirks into the long kiss, it somehow remaining eager and passionate even after the long duration of it.

His hands squeezed your hips tightly, wandering downwards to rest down on your thighs, dangerously close to the waistband of your skirt as our own hands wandered to tangle into his brown messy locks, the long make out session soon came to an end, leaving you two complete panting messes before Chris attacks the sensitive soft flesh of your neck, peppering it with open-mouthed kisses while his hot breath fans over them, causing a soft whimper escape past your lips alongside quick puffs of air, still trying to regain your flow of breath. "Like how your rival is all over you, huh? How he just can't resist the little princess no more." He mumbles against your neck while leaving a significant hickey behind which is going to be not so easy to cover up tomorrow for my classes, "What will I say after someone sees all these marks on my neck?" I question in a playful tone as he raises his head to glance up at my face, appearing almost serious if it wasnt for his eyes which were driven entirely by desire in that moment. "Tell them who you fuckin' belong to, little princess."

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⋅˚₊‧ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒... heloheloheloo!! the start of the au has now began and surprisingly this is the first thing im writing for it but its not gonna be all smut all the time so bear with me guys for now, thanks for over 200 notes on my first fic im so grateful guys it feels so insane to me!! 🩵

[thenickgirl]

grᥱᥱdყ ── .✦

⟢ 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗑 𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌

⚠︎ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

‘I ain't talkin’ money. I’m just physically obsessed, and I’m greedy.’

10:40 am

The young couple were in their bed, sleeping soundly. The sun rays peaking through the blinds, woke Jalen right away. He groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while yawning. Nick was still sleeping rather peacefully in his arms, and Jalen leaned down, placing a soft kiss to Nick’s forehead. He gently tries to slide his body away from Nick, but he awakes instantly.

“Noo, five more minutes.” Nick groans, pulling Jalen back down to him, and Jalen chuckles.

“Nick–” Jalen says, trying to pry from Nick’s hold.

“No, J! Just a few more minutes.” Nick whines, throwing his leg over Jalen, locking him in place on the bed.

“Nick, I need matcha…” Jalen groans, his head falling back on the pillow.

“No, it can wait! You didn’t hold me all night.” Nick whines again, resting his head back on Jalen’s chest, his arm draped around Jalen’s torso.

“Peach, I’m deadass holding you right now. I was holding you when you woke up!” Jalen almost shouts, before rolling his eyes, not believing Nick’s behavior right now.

Nick pouts, “You just hate me, I get it.”

Jalen laughs, amused by his boyfriend’s childish antics. “Bro, do you want breakfast, or not?” Jalen asks, his brow raised.

Nick’s breath hitched, letting go of Jalen immediately, “Bye!” He says as he pushes Jalen, almost knocking him off the bed.

Jalen gets up, taking the pillow and tossing it at Nick’s face, “You’re such a brat.” He teases, smiling, while Nick giggles.

“And you love it!” Nick yells as Jalen walks out of the bedroom. 

—

1:38 pm

‘Cinderella’ by Mac Miller was blasting from the bluetooth speaker the pair kept in the bathroom. Jalen was enjoying a hot shower, and some much needed alone time, or so he thought. That was until he heard the shower door creak open, and felt his boyfriend’s arms surrounding him.

“I didn’t know you were joining me.” Jalen says sweetly as he turns around in Nick’s arms to face him.

Nick shrugs, “Save water, right?” He says, grinning widely. 

Jalen nods, “That is what they say.” He agrees while chuckling.

They take their time cleaning each other's bodies. Singing along to Jalen’s playlist, and stealing soft kisses. Jalen washes Nick’s hair, and he moans at the way Jalen’s fingertips scratch at his scalp. After getting clean, they hold each other in silence, letting the warm water relax them. 

“I love you, J.” Nick says proudly, his arms wrapped around Jalen’s neck.

Jalen smiles, his heart thudding in chest, “I love you too, peach.” He says, leaning down to Nick a butterfly kiss.

The brunette catches Jalen’s lips with his own, kissing him deeply. Nick backs Jalen to the shower wall, not breaking the kiss, but intensifying it. They both whimper in each other's mouths as their lips smack together. Soft ‘mmm’s and small gasps escaping them in between.

Nick breaks the kiss, and his lips trail down Jalen’s chest to his abdomen. He then goes down on his knees, his hands laying flat on Jalen’s thighs, as he looks up at him with lustful eyes. Jalen looks down at him, biting his lip moments before his eyes roll back in ecstasy.

—

7:47 pm

It was dinner time, and the young couple were somewhat cooking together. Jalen was at the stove, stirring the sauce, while Nick sat perched on the counter behind him. Their shared playlist playing softly from the tv in the living room as background noise.

“Mmm, it smells sooo good.” Nick moaned softly under his breath.

Jalen chuckles, glancing back at Nick, “You could help, you know.”

Nick scoffs, “I am helping! Look at how cute I look.” He says, posing, waiting for Jalen to notice. Jalen turns around, shaking his head as he smiles at Nick.

“You’re unbelievably cute, baby.” Jalen says, turning back to the stove.

As Jalen continues to cook their dinner, Nick hops off the counter, going up behind Jalen. He wraps his arms around Jalen’s waist, pulling him close. His head rests barely at Jalen’s shoulder due to their height difference.

“Hi.” Nick whispers, and it sends a loving chill down Jalen’s spine.

“Hey.” Jalen whispers back, smiling.

Nick tightens his hold on Jalen, inhaling his warm scent as Jalen keeps cooking their meal. The two chat about different topics, with Nick wrapped around Jalen like a baby koala.

Jalen tries to take a step back, needing to get to the oven, but he couldn’t. “Babe, can you let go for a second, please?” Jalen asks politely.

“No, I don’t wanna,” Nick whines, burying his face in Jalen’s back.

“Peach, I need to put this in the oven.” Jalen says, chuckling.

“Okay, I’m not stopping you.” Nick says, matter of factly, peeking his head around Jalen’s shoulders to look at him.

Jalen sighs, “I can’t! I have to bend down to do that, and you’re quite literally attached to me.” He explains, looking over his shoulder at the brunette holding him hostage.

Nick smirks, “That’s never stopped you before,” He says, teasingly while grinding his hips against Jalen, and he gasps.

“Nicolas! Please—” Jalen pleads, and Nick groans.

“Fineee, you’re a big meanie.” Nick says as he pulls away from Jalen. His arms folded in annoyance, and a frown evident on his face, as Jalen finally gets the lasagna in the oven.

“And you're a big baby.” Jalen says before pecking Nick on his pouty lips.

—

12:50 am

Jalen was in the bedroom at the computer desk, playing Fortnite, with his friends online. His headset sits comfortably on his ears, as he yells obscenities at the screen. Nick comes up from downstairs, pouting. He goes over to Jalen, wiggling his way onto the dread head boy’s lap.

Jalen sighs deeply, “Nick—" He says, defeated.

“What? I miss you. Hold me.” Nick says, burying his head in the crook of Jalen’s neck.

“Guys, give me a minute,” Jalen says quickly into the headphones, before muting his mic. “Peach, we’ve been together all day, and I’ve been holding you all day.” Jalen says, trying his best not to sound irritated, but it didn’t fly.

Nick’s head shot up, his eyes sending daggers at Jalen, “Fine, just play your stupid fucking game then.” He scoffs, rolling his icy blue eyes as he moves to get up, but Jalen grabs him by his hips, stopping him.

“Wait—wait. C’mere, you can stay.” Jalen says, his tone much softer, and Nick sits back down. “Are you comfy?” Jalen asks, sending Nick a small smile.

Nick nods, “Mhmm,” He hums, his cheeks tinted pink as he blushes.

“Good!” Jalen says, “But you have to be quiet.” He demands, his voice low and stern, and Nick just nods in response.

Jalen kisses Nick’s forehead before turning his mic back on, “Alright, gang, I’m back!” He says, directing his attention back to the game. Nick snakes his arms around Jalen’s neck, careful not to knock off his headset. He then mindlessly scrolls his phone, holding it behind Jalen’s head.

After a while, Nick grew bored, and craved Jalen’s attention. He didn’t know why he was feeling so needy lately. All he knew was that he wanted Jalen’s affection, he couldn't get enough of it. As he sat quietly on Jalen’s lap, an idea crept its way into his mind, and he smirked.

“Nnngh yes, Jalen!” Nick moaned loudly, right by the mic.

“Nick stop!” Jalen yelled, but Nick kept going. “Ohh oh, yes, right there!” Nick moans again, this time, smacking his hand on the back of the chair.

“NICOLAS—” Jalen shouted, shutting off the mic, and logging off the game. 

Nick giggles, while Jalen is furious. His chest rising and falling rapidly, and Nick begins to regret his decision when Jalen gets up, lifting him up and onto his shoulder.

“Sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Nick apologizes profusely, mentally cursing himself for testing Jalen.

Jalen doesn't say a word as he tosses Nick down on the bed. Nick’s body bounces gently on the mattress due to the force. He sits up on his elbows, trying to apologize once more, but stops when Jalen starts pulling his sweats down. Nick tries to stifle a moan, but it catches in his throat.

Jalen climbs on the bed, his tall frame hovering over Nick, and he leans down to his ear before whispering, “If you’re gonna act like a whiny little brat, then I’m gonna treat you like one…”

‘You know that I’m greedy for love.’

—

a/n: chattt, it’s my queen and life saver, ariana grande’s birthday today! so, of course, i had to put together a little something to honor her. i thought, what better way to do that than a blurb using one of her most underrated songs! i genuinely would not be here today without her. happy birthday, ariana! i hope you all enjoyed, i love youuu 💕

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[amehari]

I am still working on this but wanted to post a WIP of this. Just some cute OC couples!

[shppics]

I’m getting too brain rotted (btw my Sona on the third pic)

[yourleogf]

before work ❥ nicolas vansteenberghe

PAIRING: nicolas vansteenberghe x black!fem!oc

SUMMARY: in which Nic wants a quickie with Deja before work and doesn’t care about making her late. 🩷

Deja silently stood in the kitchen packing and organizing her lunchbox, her dark brown silk-pressed hair up in a ponytail while her white dress shirt remained tucked inside the waistband of her navy blue bell-bottom styled dress pants.

taking a sip of her coffee from her thermos, Deja lightly shook her light pink Stanley cup to ensure it was entirely filled with water and she sat it on the counter once she confirmed it was as she slipped an extra water bottle inside her lunchbox.

hearing approaching footsteps, Deja looked up from her lunchbox and watched a shirtless Nic come into view from the staircase, his curls messy while he rubbed one of his green eyes and let out a yawn. smiling at this, Deja watched in amusement as Nic approached the kitchen, his eyes soon locking with hers and making him smile.

“why are you lookin’ at me like that?” Nic chuckled as he leaned up against the doorway and lightly crossed his arms.

“i ain’t expect to see you up this early.” Deja chuckled as she took another sip of her coffee and adjusted her weight on her legs, her kitten heels lightly clacking against the floor.

“i ain’t feel you in my arms no more so i thought you left already.” Nic answered, a small smile on his face at being able to see her before she went to work.

“i overslept, actually. i’ma only have a good 20 minutes to actually make it work on time.” Deja chuckled, zipping up her lunchbox, as she looked down at her dress shirt and smoothed out the fabric.

Nic’s eyes fell upon Deja’s business attire and his eyes scanned her figure from head to toe as he ran his tongue over his lips, her words going in one ear and out the other. Nic walked behind the counter where Deja stood and wrapped his arms around her waist, inhaling her fruity scent while he rested his head in the crook of her neck.

“i just told you i’m gon’ be late and you wanna come over here and hug me.” Deja chuckled as she playfully rolled her eyes and rested her hands on top of Nic’s arms.

“i can’t help myself, Dej’. you just look so beautiful when you all dressed up for work.” Nic chuckled softly against her neck before kissing it gently, causing shivers to go down Deja’s spine while a small smile crossed her face.

“Nicolas,” Deja chuckled and shook her head, her ponytail swaying with her movements, “i know exactly what you wanna do, boy, and i’m not goin’ for it.”

“oh, really?” Nic chuckled, a small smirk on his face, as he started to kiss her neck, his tongue gliding across her moisturized brown skin and turning Deja into Jell-O in his arms.

“oh, my God, you’re such a dickhead for this,” Deja whined as she let out a laugh and pushed her lunchbox and Stanley to the side, feeling Nic’s body press against her and nudge her to bend over the countertop, “you got 5 minutes, Nic, seriously.”

pulling away from her neck, Nic chuckled and his lips curled up into a smirk as he kissed her cheek, “i might need more than that, baby.”

Deja’s moans echoed throughout the kitchen as Nic gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her brown skin while his hips snapped against her ass. their bodies pressed together against the cold, marble countertop as Nic kissed her shoulder and the side of her neck, her head instinctively tilting to the side to give him more access.

“N-Nicolassss— oh, fuck!” Deja cried as she felt his hand wrap around her neck and a gasp fell from her lips at being pulled up from the countertop, her back pressing against Nic’s broad chest while her eyes rolled back into her head.

“you feel so fucking good, Dej’.” Nic groaned, adjusting his hand on her neck, as his tongue licked up from her shoulder to her neck, his wet muscle gliding across the part of her neck his hand exposed.

Deja clenched around Nic’s dick at his words and he let out a soft moan dangerously close to her ear, making Deja’s jaw drop while her hand wrapped around Nic’s wrist. Nic peppered kisses on her neck before kissing up to her ear, lingering kisses along her earlobe while his hand fully wrapped around her neck.

Deja’s body tingled at his touch and squelching noises aired out inside the kitchen with each of his thrusts as her moans held a mix of pleasure and desperation and her eyebrows furrowed, her clit throbbing once she felt Nic squeeze the sides of her neck.

little did she know, she was 10 minutes late for work.

“i love you so much, pretty girl,” Nic breathily declared as he continued kissing her ear and jawline, “i love everything about you. but one of the things i’ll always love about you…”

“…is the way you cum on this dick.” Nic’s hand detached from her hip and his fingers rested on her clitoris as he rubbed it in quick circles and removed his hand from her neck, his fingertips coming in contact with one of her nipples while he tugged at it and rolled it between his index and middle fingers.

Deja nearly went crazy in his arms. her eyes rolled back for the second time and her eyebrows furrowed as her lips sat ajar and her hands clutched at both of his wrists, her white french-tip acrylics digging into his skin and leaving red marks while he hissed in pleasurable pain. her body went limp against him and her muscles turned into liquid as she gasped loudly and she suddenly seized in his arms, her thighs trembling while her climax skyrocketed through her veins.

“Nicolas!” Deja hollered out as she came, goosebumps spreading across her entire body while tingles followed shortly after them.

her chest heaved up and down heavily and her body soon relaxed in his arms as her grip on his wrists loosened and she let out a soft sigh, her eyes closed while Nic’s movements continued at a much slower rate to get her though her orgasm aftershocks. taking his hands away from her clit and breast, he wrapped his arms around her torso and lovingly kissed the side of her face, his strokes stopping while Deja giggled and rested her hands on top of his arms.

“Nic?” Deja asked softly as her eyes opened and she looked over at him, watching his head raise from her cheek.

“hm?” Nic smiled as he kissed her lips and Deja smiled at him before letting out another giggle.

“what time is it?” Deja asked, clueless to how late to work she actually was, as Nic turned his head to look back at the microwave.

“9:26.” Nic answered casually, turning back to face Deja, as Deja’s face changed to a look of horror and she shot out of Nic’s arms, beelining for her undergarments and clothes.

“9:26?! i’m damn near 30 minutes late for work!”

[kokytea]

Space beast dude mcstinkalot

[aubeezz]

Been a lil too busy to finish a lot of art recently esp with comms but I offer some silly oc doodles fn

[movedblog-thesacrificialdove]

( 𝐈 )   ───   𝇄𝇃⠀⠀ׅ⠀ 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐎 (THE LION)   ׅ    ͡                                42yr / he/him / male / yan !

during the thrill of the night, he offers you a glass you cannot refuse. do you accept it? 

🦁     ⌗     ۟     ،   a towering figure stands in front of you. his slick raven hair falls until his waist. often, he pulls it back in a high ponytail. it shapes his face perfectly, framing his squared jaw and the subtlest stubble. his work, though unknown to you, doesn’t give him many opportunities in the daylight.

⌗    ۟     ،   as he often strolls at night, his skin is pale and almost sickly. you’d mistake him for a corpse in the right lighting. now that you think about it, what is his job? he seems very eager to try and employ you to it. maybe you should ask . . .     ָ֢   

─── WHY THE LION !? the lion is a predator higher than the rest. thought it may look elegant and still, its long patience ends one way or another. it will pounce. it will take. it will devour.

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