#Evan evadora smut

[montysstuffs]

She’s My Collar

Nick x Cis Fem!Reader

Rquest: so the scenario i was thinking was of our pretty boy Nick <33 and he is a bit insecure/jealous because we’ve been hanging out too much w Ryan sauurrr he’s bratty and super clingy so we just kinda ride him to calm him down😭 i feel like he gets real whiny in sub space too… but idk could just be me💔 i hope this was easy to understand and ty in advance lovely!!! 💗💗💓

Warnings: collar use, cowgirl, brat!Nick, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) MINORS DNI!!

AN: I hope the use of a collar is okay. It wasn’t in the request but I’ve been DYING to write Nick with a collar. But I hope it’s to your liking!

He wouldn’t even make eye contact with you, but kept very very close. His hand constantly on your thigh as you watch a movie with Ryan. His words were short and to the point. Not at all like your usual Nick. He was always chipper and making jokes with Ryan. But today was different. His eyes are glinting with a challenge. Whenever you would walk off to go do something, Nick was always there. Attached to your hip all day as you try to hang out with your mutual friend. His pout only getting bigger the more you suggest he be with Ryan instead of with you. If looks could kill, you’re sure you and Ryan would’ve dropped dead. Nick was staring daggers into you as you talk to Ryan about the movie you suggested.

Nick is antsy on the couch with you and Ryan. His knee bouncing anxiously as he tried to keep his eyes on the movie. He lets out a high pitched whine.

“What’s wrong, baby,” you whisper over to him. He didn’t respond once again. You were getting frustrated with his silent tantrum. “Okay, you wanna be a brat. I’ll take care of you when we get home.” You decide to give him his space, shirking to yourself as you finish up the movie.

You grin his face in between your fingers, forcing him to look up at you, “Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again, ya hear me? If you’re needy, use your words. Don’t just sit and pout around like that.” Nicks’s pout hadn’t disappeared after his scolding. If anything, it was more like a scowl than a pout. You take a deep breath, shaking off your irritation, “fine. You wanna be a brat, that’s fine by me.” You turn your back to him and walk towards your shared closet. Crouching down to grab a locked box, Nick new better not to pry or ask questions. “I was gonna wait until your birthday to give you this, but I guess I’ll have to use it beforehand.” With a simple flick of your wrist, you open the box. Inside was a black leather collar with a silver dangling O-ring for the lead. The leather wasn’t cheap my any means. You know how sensitive his skin can get. Nick takes a moment to rub the material between his fingers. Eyes becoming glossy and relaxing. There he is. The docile little puppy you love.

You prop your foot onto the bed in between his legs. He leans his head down to allow you access to the back of his neck. He places kisses against your inner calf, slowly making his way up your inner thigh. Once the collar is clasped and the leash is attached, he looks up at you with those same relaxed, brown eyes.

You wrap the leash around your hand once, pulling the boy back into your soft mound. “I didn’t say you could stop, baby.” He nudges his nose against your clothed pussy. Never breaking eye contact with you. He kisses a bit more, now using his tongue with his open-mouthed kisses. His fingers gently caress up your thighs, hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, “m-may I?”

“Of course baby. Good job using your manners,” the praise goes straight down to his already aching tent. He leans his head on the thigh that is still perched up on the end he of the bed. He lets out a noise that could only be described as pure excitement. Upon pulling down your panties, your slick juices created a string between the garnet and your wet folds. He had begun salivating, but he has to be good if he wants to get back on your good side.

“Lie down, pretty boy,�� you give him time to remove his clothing before he shuffles back against the headboard. You follow him as you discard your dress along with him. You trail kisses along his thighs. Leaving nips and bites around his hips and lower stomach. Giving him attention everywhere except where he needed it the most. He’s certainly riled up, the cute thing, fidgeting and squirming under your touch, but not daring to do anything without your permission. You leave one gentle kiss along the shell of his ear, with a quiet “good puppy.”

Nick swallows thickly at the sight of your slick folds. He could already taste how sweet they were. You hover over his face, pulling on the leash to get his attention. “P-please. Can I?” You smirk down at him, pretending to think, “hmmm I dunno. You think you deserve it with how you were being towards me today?” A heat flashes across his neck, ears, and chest. He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed. Nonetheless, he should be. He wasn’t being very nice today. “N-no,” he averts your heated gaze this time. Looking anywhere but at you. “I’m sorry, I sho-“ you quickly pull his face into your pussy as you sit down. Placing your hands on the headboard to steady yourself. His large hands shoot up to your hips, gripping and clawing as her laps and sucks at your cunt. He moans at how you taste. Always such a treat for him. He reaches up with one long arm and massages one of your breasts. Kneading and pulling at your nipple as he devours you. He causes your hips to buck at a certain suck on your clit. You let out a string of curses as you rock your hips back and forth, pulling and tugging on his hair as he eagerly sucks. Covering his face in your juices. Before your orgasm could take over, you sat back up.

You weren’t sure how much more you could take yourself. Of course you needed to give him what he needed. You move your way down to sit on his lower stomach. The veins in his neglected length were prominent, so red and angry. You almost took pity on him. The tip was leaking sticky precum on his belly. Coating his trail on hair from his belly button to his pelvis in clear liquid. You sit down against his cock. “Watch me,” you slide your wet pussy against his cock. Giving him a bit of the well needed friction he needed the whole time. You rubbed your clit against his throbbing cock, denying your own orgasm to prolong the torment. Your thick thighs trapped him in place. They were so soft and aided in rubbing against his cock. You braced yourself with one hand on his chest. Both of his hands returning to your hips. Nick moans at the lewd sounds your body’s made rubbing against each other.

His long hair is sticking to the sweat on his forehead. His breaths become labored, letting you know that he was cumming soon. “Awweee baby. You gonna cum, already? Tsk tsk. What a shame, and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he nods frantically. More of his precum pooling just above your clit. His hands grip your hips tighter. His nails cutting crescents into your soft flesh. “Hold it, baby. You better not cum until I say you can.” With one swift slam, you finally sheath his cock. Nick throws his head back in ecstasy, letting out a erotic howl. You sit back on the palms of your hands as you keep a steady pace. His breath hitching every now and then as he tries to hold back his orgasm. You smirk down at him, your pace relentless. The echoing of whimpers and moans and skin was all that was heard throughout the room.

“That’s my good boy. you’re such a good boy for me. So pretty in your collar. Is this what you needed baby?” Nick hides his flushed cheeks into the pillow next to him, soft gasps and grunts hot on his lips as your warm walls squeeze him impossibly tight. “Use your words baby.” He can’t muster anything at the moment between his moans and pants. You tug on his leash again, “words baby. Or I’ll stop and leave you here.”

“c-can’t hold it. Please let me cum.”

“You may cum, baby,” you lean forward and place your hand on the headboard once again. Riding and milking him for everything he’s worth. “Cum for me. Cum inside,” the encouragement was all that was needed for Nick’s release. All of his brattiness melting off of him as his cum painted your velvet walls. You rubbed you clit as he came. Following soon after. Your fluttering cunt made his give an overstimulated hiss as you fluttered around his cock. You straddle his lap for a moment, not yet pulling off of his cock. You lean down to give him kisses along his cheek. Making sure to stop at his pretty beauty mark below his lips.

You leave for just a moment to grab a towel for him. He sits on the end he of the bed waiting patiently for you to return. Nick whines in protest at the thought of you leaving him alone in the bed, but you kiss his cheek. Reassuring him that you would return. You return with a warm towel and a cup of cold water for him to drink. He hisses as you take the collar off of him. Your pulling on it left a visible bruise on his neck. After pulling the ointment from your bedside drawer, you apply some to his skin. His eyes are low as you tend to his bruising. His thumb runs tiny circles into your hips. Massaging your bruises that he left, now. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles under his breath as he circles his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face into your stomach, causing you to giggle a bit. “About the bruises, or for being a brat?” He groans at the question, “both.” You smile lovingly and kiss to the crown of his head, “it’s okay baby.“

[montysstuffs]

Hear me out just hear me…Ryan and Nick with a breeding kink🫣

No bc you’re into something 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I think about Ryan with a breeding kink more often than ppl think

Nick wants to see your belly round with his babies. Your legs are pushed up to your chest, you pussy completely bare for him. If you keep raking your nails down his back and arms like that, he won’t be able to hold back. He’s got one hand on your belly and the other on your hip, so sweetly asking, “where do you want it baby?” He always knows where, but he wants to hear you say it. Beg him to pump you full of cum, and he’ll do anything you ask of him. “I wanna hear you say it. Say you want my baby,” His legs are shaking like hello when he bottoms out inside you. “Please fill me up, please,” you begged under him. Not being able to last any longer. Please was his magic word, “Take my cum, baby. Gotta knock you up. Hold my cum inside. Every last bit.”

Ryan wants to make you his little housewife. He wants to wait on you, hand and foot. His hips are snapping against yours as he utters praises into your ear. He leans his forehead against yours as he fucks into you with desperate abandon. His hands are tight around your hips, “s-so pretty. So soft.” You can feel how close he was. Usually, he pulls out and cums on your thighs, or your belly. But you needed more today. Both your hands are cupping his face as you ask him for his cum. His eyes flutter open at your requests. His hips picking up their pace as he chases his orgasm, “are you sure baby?” All you can do is nod at him. “Gonna make you a mommy. I’ll take such good care of you.” He stays inside you for a few moments. Hoping it takes as he peppers kisses all over your face. “Thank you for umm that,” a heat spreads across your cheeks and neck at your shared intimate moment. “Always happy to please, Angel.”