#naive!reader

[lokiswifeduh]

How we say goodbye

Pairings - Bestfriend!Neighbor!Bucky x Fem!Naive!Bestfriend!Reader

Summary - The reader is moving to go to college and Bucky takes his opportunity to say one final goodbye.

Warnings - smut, p in v, choking, praise kink, naive reader, somewhat of dubious consent. reader is a virgin, Bucky is around 22 and the reader is 18.

Notes - This is somewhat of a modern!au. This is my first time writing smut on here so please don't judge too hard!! Also, let me know if there are any other warnings I need to put up, thank you for reading loves!

WC - 1,960

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"Bucky!!" You opened the front door, revealing your neighbor standing there with some more boxes to help prepare for your move. "Good mornin' doll." He grins, stepping past you as you hold the door wide open.

"You can just put them upstairs beside my bedroom!" You smiled, shutting the door and moving to walk up the stairs.

You were currently packing for your move to college. Trading the busy New York atmosphere for a quaint college town in Connecticut. Not too far, however far enough in Bucky's opinion. But he would never let you know that.

He follows you up the stairs, shamelessly watching your ass sway in your tight black leggings as you took each step.

"Here okay?" He gestured inside your bedroom. You were about to protest, knowing your parents would never let a boy in your room, especially Bucky with how close you guys were. But he moved inside the room before you could object. "Just this once," You thought, knowing your parents weren't home at the moment.

Bucky dropped the boxes on the ground, his shirt riding up slightly. You watched from behind as his abs flexed below the tent of his shirt, keeping your eyes on the v-line of muscle that led right below the hem of his jeans.

"See something you like, doll?" Bucky smirked, making you look up at him with wide eyes. You didn't realize how long you had been staring. A slight blush rose to your cheeks, words suddenly not wanting to form in your mouth.

You had always thought Bucky was attractive. More than attractive as you grew older. Sexy, hot, absolutely delicious. Other more not as telling synonyms.

Bucky chuckled, lounging down on your still-made bed. A white comforter adorned the double mattress. White, frilly, pillows and a couple throw blankets also lay on the bed.

"I'm gonna miss this bed, doll."

You laugh, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, taking a pillow in your arms and placing it in your lap. "You have a bed, Buck. Not even a hundred feet away from mine."

He groaned, laying back on your pillows, "It's not the same, honey." He stretched out. You could feel him watching you as he played with the edge of your white flowery blouse. "I'm gonna miss everything about you."

"Everything about me?" You turned back, loving the way his hand felt against your skin as he rubbed soft circles into the dip of your lower back. "What about me?" He smiled with that devious smirk, "Oh I'll miss you the most sweetheart." You turned back, playing with the pillow as he rose, coming to sit behind you. You were about to turn around when he placed a hand on your shoulder, his mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your neck.

"But most of all I'm gonna miss your laugh," He started tucking your hair away from your neck, bringing it all to one side. "I'm gonna miss your smile." You felt your heart bloom, knowing how much Bucky adored you.

"I'm gonna miss the way you so innocently move your body in front of me without even knowing what it does to me." "Bucky?" "Shhh..."

He moved his hand from your shoulder to right below your jaw, rubbing circles with his thumb around your throat. "You're alright, doll. You're my doll." He started to kiss your neck, making you freeze. "You're always gonna be my doll."

Without warning he pulled you back, making your head plop softly onto the pillows as placed both his knees on each side of your body.

"Bucky!" Your eyes were wide, wondering what had gotten into him all of a sudden. But he only shushed you once again, taking his hand that wasn't on your throat and ripping the frilly pillow you had in your arms away.

"I've wanted to touch you for so long, doll." You gulped, watching his eyes turn dark as he licked his lips. "I've wanted to make you mine ever since I saw Steve kiss you at that party in sophomore year."

"We didn't do anything, Buck. Steve didn't-" "But he took something from me, see, doll." Bucky moved closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, "I wanted to be your first."

He moved his hand, taking your socks off without you even realizing. "Your first kiss," Then placing his hand on the waistband of your leggings, "Your first date." He removed his hand from your throat, tucking his fingers under the band of your leggings and ripping them down your legs.

You shrieked, trying to hide yourself but failing. "The first person who ever got to taste you, doll." "Bucky, I've- I've never." You stuttered only to have Bucky place a finger on your lips. "Don't worry, I'll go slow, honey."

You wanted to object, tell him it was wrong but the tingling sensation you felt in your lower belly made you keep quiet. You wanted more.

Bucky delved down, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your covered pussy. "Ahhh," You arched your back, never having felt these feelings, these sensations before. Bucky only looked up, seeing your heavy-lidded eyes as you watched him make out with your covered clit.

He licked and sucked at your pussy, only satisfied when he saw the substantial wet spot that now soaked your panties.

"P-please Bucky." He stopped, holding both sides of your cotton thong in his hands as he looked up at you. "What, doll?"

"M-more."

He smirked, "What do you want, baby? I need words." You gulped, your hand coming down to clench your comforter in your palm. "I don't know, Buck. Just.. more." Bucky smirked, "That's alright, doll. Don't worry." He placed a soft kiss on your pussy. "I'll give you everything you need."

Without warning he ripped down your thong, a red mark coming to your thighs from the sudden roughness. Placing soft kissing in between your legs, Bucky dove in, licking a long stripe up from your entrance to your clit.

Your back arched once more, feeling the way he sucked, pulled, and licked your clit. You moaned, your eyes falling closed as you tugged on the bed sheets harder. One particular amazing feeling made you grip onto Bucky's hair instead; making him groan into you. The vibrations only spurring you and him on more.

He moved his hand, suddenly urging his middle finger into your entrance, making your eyes fly open as you looked down at him staring right at you. "B-buck, It hurts." Bucky lifted his face from your pussy, licking his lips. "I know, doll. But I gotta loosen you up a bit." You groaned, feeling his larger middle finger pushing in. "It'll feel good soon, I promise, honey."

And it did, once Bucky again started sucking on your clit while slowly moving his middle finger in and out you started to feel something you never had before.

Sure, you had played with yourself down there before. Even tried to sit on the washing machine when Natasha told you that's what she did before she and Wanda got together but THIS?

This was something you had never felt.

"Bucky! Bucky, I think I'm gonna-" "Just let it out, doll," He kissed your thigh as he slipped a second finger in, "Let it happen, sweetheart."

And you did, you felt white-hot flashes of any and everything shooting through your body as your first orgasm hit, making your legs convulse as Bucky worked you through it.

"Good girl." He continued giving you small kitten licks to your clit, "Such a good doll for me." You felt your whole body preen at the praise as you started to come down.

You breathed heavily, aware of Bucky slipping his fingers out of you before moving off the bed to shed his own jeans and boxers.

"Bucky?" You finally opened your eyes, seeing him hovering over you, moving your legs so he was snuggly in between them. "You're so good for me, doll." A soft kiss was placed on your lips.

You bit your lip, feeling the tip of his dick as he rubbed it through the lips of your pussy. You held onto his arms as he positioned his dick to your entrance, looking back into your eyes.

Maintaining eye contact, Bucky started to push his hips down, making you squirm upwards. He groaned, placing a hand above your shoulder to stop you from moving as his other palm placed itself on your hip; keeping you still.

"B-Bucky! S-stop, it hurts!!" But he kept going, rubbing your clit with the hand that was on your hip. "It'll feel so good, doll. Just gotta get it in."

He pushed all the way in without warning, making you shriek as your nails clamped down into Bucky's skin, drawing blood. "Bucky!"

"You're so tight, doll." His voice was husky, his hair now in his face as his eyes shut, "Fuckin' made for me, baby."

You felt tears come to your eyes from the stretch, wanting nothing but to push him off of you. But then when his hips moved out and forward once again you felt a tingling in your lower belly. Bucky was moving his length in and out of you at a rough pace.

The pain had subsided, now you only felt pleasure. His hips snapped as he rubbed your clit. "Here baby, let me show you." He moved your hand from his bicep, making you place two fingers on your clit and moving them in circles. "Keep doing that for me, doll."

You obeyed, watching as he moved his hand to your throat, pressing his thumb and pointer finger to the sides of your neck. Your eyes widened once again as you felt the air constrict.

"Keep rubbing yourself just like I taught you, baby." Your mouth fell open in response to him squeezing your throat. "Just like that, doll." His hips kept snapping forward, hitting that spot inside of you that you didn't even know existed.

Once again white hot flashes of pleasure shot through every single nerve ending in your body. Bucky could sense you were close as he closed his hand a little tighter on your throat, making you speed up the movements on your clit. "Come on, doll. Cum for me baby."

You nodded, wanting to please Bucky. Your eyes shut closed as he sped up his thrusts at an inhuman speed, wanting to make you cum first. "Come on, I know you can do it. You've been such a good girl for me," He moved down, lips as the shell of your ear. "Fucking cum, doll."

And you did, clenching down hard on his dick as your legs shook. Bucky felt you start to orgasm as his cum shot deep inside of you, making him groan as his own legs shook a little on yours.

He let the grip on your throat go, replacing his lips with kisses to the spots he knew would bruise. You felt a heating sensation as Bucky slipped out of you, making you look down as he collected his cum with his middle and index finger.

"Taste what you made me do, doll." He brought his fingers up to your lips, making you taste yours and his cum on your tongue. "Swallow." He ordered, which you instantly obeyed, feeling the sweet yet salty taste go down your throat.

Placing the throw blanket over your two bodies, he collected you into his arms. Bucky planted a soft kiss on the crown of your head, moving his hand to your jaw to make you look at him.

"This is just how we say goodbye from now on, alright doll?" You nod, smiling up at him. "Okay, Bucky."

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[bucksangel]

ok but who would read a poly alphas!stucky x naive!omega!reader where stucky are trying to court reader but ur so confused bc they’re together, why would they be flirting with u? and their advances go right over ur head until they literally have to corner u to tell u that they love u if i wrote it??

[angelstate]

PervertNeighbor!Soap x NaiveFem!Reader.

+18 content warning

PervertNeighbor!Soap who moved into your neighborhood a while ago but was just now sent home after being injured in combat and having to take a long medic leave to recover efficiently, Captain Price knows that if he let Soap stay in the medical wing of the base he would find a way to sneak into the training room and further damage his health. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who had to drop the trash bag he held in his non-injured hand and put it in front of his dick to cover the boner he got when he saw you bend over on all fours in your front garden, taking care of the pretty flowers around the white fence of your house. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in such a long time, before his injury being constantly deployed to different places. Sometimes not even having 10 minutes to jerk off in whatever safe house he was staying in, so when he saw pretty little you displaying your body to him without even meaning to, he knew he had to do something about it.

PervertNeighbor!Soap who after taking care of the problem between his legs went to your house, opened the white fence, and stood behind you, not speaking as his eyes scanned your body, his eyes staying on your ass and the way your back was arched as you pull out the overgrown roots of your lilacs. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who only made his presence known after he saw you struggling with taking out a particularly deep root. “yae need some help, lass?” his voice low and raspy as he let out a chuckle when you yelped in surprise at the sudden sound of a male voice behind you. watching you get up in a panic, taking out your gardening gloves and holding them in your hands.

PervertNeighbor!Soap who pretends to be apologetic for scaring you when he was nothing but pleased as he saw your breast move when you jumped. “sorry, didn’ mean to scare yae lass” a cocky grin on his lips as he heard you stutter something about him not having to worry and that you were distracted, he couldn’t care less about what you said though, he was too focused on looking at the way your lips moved, imagining it was his cock stretching your lips and making you have to swallow your words to not choke as you take all of him in your mouth.

PervertNeighbor!Soap who offers his help to whatever it was that you were having problems pulling out from the ground, wanting to show you how strong he is even if he shouldn’t do anything that requires strength because that could cause long-term damage to his torn muscles. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who spent the next 15 minutes explaining his back and arm injury to you after you denied his help by pointing out he had elastic bandages wrapped all around the upper part of his right arm. saying that he shouldn’t do anything that requires force if he didn’t want to tear his muscles and cause severe damage, claiming your father had made that mistake 7 years ago and now his arms are in constant pain every time he lifts something.

PervertNeighbor!Soap who gets painfully hard after you place a hand on his injured arm to see how swollen it is and reprimand him so softly for offering his help when he should be resting since the injury doesn’t look too good yet.

PervertNeigbor!Soap who decides to take advantage of your words, coming to your home almost every day to ask for help in things he had no problem doing, claiming that “need yae help, lass. don’ wanna cause any more damage to my arm” and naive little you accept his excuse every time, taking such good care of him because you don’t want him to end up with the same long-lasting effects your father has after ignoring the doctor's order of not using his arm a lot. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who comes so often to your house every day that you offer him to stay for the next few days so he doesn’t have to come over multiple times a day, telling him you work from home so it was no problem for you to rearrange your working hours to help him. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who agrees immediately, wasting no time on taking everything he may need to your home and placing it in your bedroom because you can’t expect him to not sleep next to you. What if he needs help at night to go to the bathroom? he needs to be close to you at all times so if he needs anything you’re close enough to help him immediately. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who uses your naiveness as a way of teasing you, when dressing after he showered calling you, and when you enter the room and see he has his pants on his hands, only standing in boxers and telling you “yae wouldn’t mind helping me, right lass?” observing as you get on your knees and avoid making eye contact with him as you help him pull his pants on while looking down to give him a sort of respect he wished you would lose and just look at the bulge on his underwear, take it in your hands and jerk him off through the fabric.

PervertNeighbor!Soap who clearly doesn’t give a shit about decency, walking around with less and less clothing till he just wears boxers around your house, claiming that his back and arm don’t hurt as much without clothes. Naive little you just letting him walk around half naked since you don’t want him to be in more pain that he probably already was without clothes on. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who after spending two weeks living in your house comes to you with a really big problem he needs help with, telling you to come to your bedroom and lock the door for a reason he doesn’t want to tell you.

PervertNeighbor!Soap who only reveals the problem to you after making you promise you would help him no matter what. moving away the pillow on his lap and throwing it somewhere in the bed, displaying the sight of his big and thick cock, fully hard and leaking precum from the tip. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who reminds you of your promise when you don’t say anything after 20 seconds of pure silence, taking a hold of your wrist and pulling you to him and mumbling “my arm hurts lass, why don’ yae be good and help me, hm?”

PervertNeighbor!Soap who groans when you grab a hold of his boner with hesitance, the warmth of your hand feeling heavenly against his aching cock, urging you to get on your knees so it’s easier for you to take him in your mouth. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who grabs a hold of your hair, pushing your head down a little too roughly, not able to contain his excitement of finally having you on your knees, sucking on his cock like how he imagined first met you. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who swore he would be gentle as to not scare you but as soon as you licked his tip he felt the need to fuck your mouth, making you gag on his thick and big shaft, stretch your mouth to full capacity as you try to take all of him.

PervertNeighbor!Soap who does just that, forcing your head lower, making you take his cock till your nose makes contact with his dark and untrimmed pubes. making you gag as he starts to thrust into your mouth, not letting you lift your head as he hits the back of your throat continuously to the point it starts to hurt. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who tells you to relax your throat or you will continue to gag and have difficulty breathing, and he doesn’t want that (he does want that) mumbling praises when you listen to him and do as he tells you “taking such good care of me, lass” thrusting after every word. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who starts to throat fuck you hard and fast, until he forces your head all the way down into his cock once more, holding you there as he comes into your throat, forcing you to swallow as he doesn’t let you move your head away until you do. 

PervertNeighbor!Soap who finally lets you off his cock, watching as you move your face away from his softening shaft, coughing, your lips swollen and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. your makeup smudged from your tears when you struggled to take all of him.

PervertNeighbor!Soap who says he’ll make it up to you when his injury heals but for now why don’t you clean his dick with your tongue and maybe he’ll reward you for your help by letting you sit on his face.

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Prove It

pairing(s): billy loomis x yandere!reader x stu macher

summary: billy and stu know you're obsessed with them, so they make you prove your devotion.

warnings: obsession, stalking, manipulation, brainwashing, toxic behavior, murder, gore, and blood. stu and billy sort of use the reader.

i really enjoy writing yandere!reader. part 2?

You smile lovingly as you stalk Billy and Stu out the window. You knew that they were both Ghostface but made sure they didn’t know you were stalking them.

They often hung out at Stu’s Place as you noticed it was their thing to do. They were cute and you wished they were yours so badly.

You acted normal in public but weren’t so normal in reality. Your facade wasn't real, You figured, Nobody knew. How could they? Especially the people you were in love with. One day, they would be yours.

You were deeply in love, however, what you really felt was obsession. You stalked admired them for a while before heading home. You did this every day, You knew their routine. their school schedules, people might think you're crazy, but you were in love. Love made you crazy. they never understood because in your mind, the people who would call you crazy obviously never experienced love.

However, you didn't know Stu and Billy knew you were obsessed with them. they knew when you would stalk them. they enjoyed how devoted you were, because they were obsessed with you. Only they were more subtle.

"Where were you, Y/N? Your Mother asked when she saw you come in. "Dinner is almost finished." "I went biking, You lie. Nobody could know your dark secret. Your Mother nodded, believing you. She believed you were a good kid, which you were, just slightly crazy.

When dinner was ready, You were in your usual spot. You secretly smirk feeling someone watch you. You liked having your own stalker. though, you never knew who they were. But you dreamed they were billy and stu.

You despised their girlfriends, Sidney and Tatum, for being their girlfriend instead of you. You were hurt whenever you saw them kiss or show PDA. It shouldve been you.

Once Dinner was over, You decided on going on a walk. Which would end up wifh you stalking your obsessions. You knew where they both lived. Knew everything about them, including them being killers. You didn't know their plan, though.

they knew you'd come back. You usually did. So when you did come, they decided they would reveal everything. Including the plan involving you.

When you hear Stu and Billy go over to you, You hide, before hearing Stu speak up, "Hiya Y/N, We know you're there. Come inside. through the door."

You gulp, they caught you. Would they no longer like you? You weren’t sure. But followed their order, knocking on the door, being led inside.

You sit down. “I’m sorry.. I… just… I am in love with you both! You blurt. Billy remains calm as he smirks, handing you a knife which made you confused.”we know. And we love it. We love you.”

Your eyes filled with excitement as Stu chuckled.”But there’s a catch.” “I don’t get it, You reply. You weren’t entirely sure what was going on. What was their plan for you?

Billy comes closer and your heart is racing as he caresses your cheek. You were grinning like there was no tomorrow.

Your grin was so big you could’ve crushed your jaw. "How devoted are you? Billy asked. You excitedly reply," Very. But Billy, why did i get handed this knife?"

Billy chuckled. "Prove it." You were shocked."W-What?" Stu laughed evilly. "Prove your devotion by killing our bitchy girlfriends! We know you hate them so much! Youve killed for us before, right?"

You nodded, You've killed many cheerleaders and girls who flirted with them before. You’ve never been caught. Because you frame others or played your cards right.

"then kill them. Make sure they suffer."

You decided on killing Sidney first. You despised her more for some reason. Even if you loved Stu and Billy equally. Sidney was so annoying, and shy. Plus, everyone knew her.

Fortunately for you, Sidney was by herself. Her Father was on business. You made sure the days leading up you did research so you could do this right. You broke in easily. How dumb was Sidney? Didn't she learn from her attack?

Now you knew why you hated Sidney more. she was attacked by them. By Stu and Billy, who were yours. Not hers.

You didn’t really bother to do much other than freak her out a little by making her hear noises. You wore a Ghostface costume but the difference was, you didn’t prepare by calling her.

Stupidly, Sidney says,”Who’s there?” She enters the hallway and even though she herself hated the dumb final girls in horror movies, she was acting like one yourself.

You lunge forward so she doesn’t expect you. And she hit the floor hard, she screamed and had fear on her face. You had her pinned down and without hesistation, began stabbing her multiple times.

Blood spattered onto your costume but that made you happier. You weren’t even done when she was dead. “That’s what you get, whore, You whisper then gut her insides.

To make it look more realistic, You hung her body up on the nearest tree. She was officially with her mother now. But you weren’t done. Tatum was next.

She was with some guy which made your blood boil but he left so you didn't worry about murdering him. You would make her pay for cheating on Stu. Quietly, You break in. She wasn't stupid, unlike Sidney.

"Come out, motherfucker! Tatum yells, so you pounce, however, she pushes you off of her quick, you roughly hit the floor. You were stupid when you grunted. She knew now you were female.

Now behind her, You successfully stab her once. She begins crying but remains strong while running for her life. You'd kill her eventually. When you finally pinned her down, She began begging for her life. Wondering why her.

You stab her more so she would die quick and shut up. You did the same like you did with Sidney. You walk out and take off your mask, running over and hugging Stu and Billy.

"Good girl, Y/N. You proved your devotion."

[kettl-ecorn]

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! part one !

! part two !

a/n: so sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy it ♡  thanks so much for the love on the other parts, it really means a lot

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warnings: 18+, MDNI. afab!reader, rick sanchez x reader, smut, major dubcon vibes, fingering (f! receiving), oral (m! receiving), a little bit of knife play, unprotected p in v, some light choking, praise, orgasm denial, degradation, dumbification, dom!rick, perv!rick, naive!reader, lots and lots of dirty talk just for you

it was supposed to be a quick errand when he ran into you, interrupting an evening alone to yourself. it had been a year since you had your one night stand with Rick, and although you couldn't stop thinking about it, you didn't think you'd ever see him again. but here he is, standing in your bedroom like nothing ever happened.

you didn't know, however, that this isn't your Rick. but that didn't matter.

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despite Rick’s tight grip on your jaw and his weight against your lungs, you fall asleep. pass out, more like, Rick’s hold just close enough to a hug that your body relaxes slightly- you let out a soft sigh and your eyes flutter closed. when an annoyed “hellooo” and shake of your head didn’t wake you, Rick shifted up and off the bed, returning to the position he was in when he ruthlessly got what he wanted. 

he admits… he did go a little overkill. something about the desperate look in your eyes, blurry and shiny with tears as you squirmed in his arms had sent shocks down his spine.  he intended to go easy on you, he really did… but the way your tight, wet walls gripped his mechanical digits as they forced you open drove him fucking insane. couldn’t get the thought of how it would feel on his cock out of his head as you cried his name. 

he thought about it again now, staring at your bare thighs and palming the hard outline in his pants. he stares for a while, actually, eyes tracing up and down your body as you dream. he thinks about how easy it would be to just take you now, imagining you waking up to his cock bottoming out excited him to no end- but he hesitated. 

not because of the threat of your Rick. he wasn’t worried about him at all- despite his little knowledge of him. it was a feeling low in his gut that he first noticed when he had slinked his hand around your throat and you relaxed, like you were waiting for him. it took him by surprise and it softened him up just enough.. and it pissed him off. he wondered if the other Rick had fallen for it too, deciding you’d be a good one to keep around.

but what was it? what made you so fucking special? 

Rick was going to find out.

he let you sleep, for now; you’d be no use to him in your post-orgasm clarity. you were drunk on arousal the minute he stepped into the room- who knows how you’ll be now that everything’s passed? so he resigns to the dull ache in his balls and turns to rummage through all your shit instead. 

he starts at what’s nearest to him: your little wooden night stand. he pulls out the drawers, shifting through the random clutter until his hand brushes by something that feels familiar. he pulls out the skinny orange medicine bottle and reads the label, finding your name and the prescription and he immediately recognizes the antidepressants. his eyes keep looking back to your name and he reads it, over and over, searching his own mind for a version of you he might’ve met, but there’s nothing. when he first saw your face, there was an inkling of recognition, but he couldn’t place it.

he pushed the first drawer closed and opened the one underneath it and his eyes instantly landed on your pretty purple 6” rubber dildo. he grins wildly at the sight of it, quickly bringing it up to get a better look. “aww, i see,” he said quietly to himself as he ran his fingers along its cold shaft, “no wonder you always need more.” after putting it back and closing up the small table he turned his attention to the other side of the room, his eyes catching on your closet. with the doors slightly parted, he just had to slide the doors the rest of the way, now standing arms stretched in front of your wardrobe. 

since all he’s seen you in so far is an old oversized t shirt, he didn’t know what to expect. you wore a little bit of everything, it looked like- everything was organized by color, he noticed, sliding his hands along the edges of the different fabric, pulling something if it popped out to him. it was almost like he was shopping straight from your closet- and if we’re honest, he wouldn’t put it past him. everything seemed so cute but also you, including the couple sundresses he found in the back towards the darks, a very nice surprise. he notices a collared white shirt among your lights, and he goes to pull it.

it was a fucking Shoney’s uniform. Rick had to contain his laughter, of fucking course. like that was the key, he remembered you now, the way your hips swang as you walked by him, the way you rubbed the sweat off your brow on a busy shift, your eager, chirping voice as you sweetly milked your customers for their tips. he doesn’t remember a specific time you ever interacted, but he supposes your Rick did- you must’ve been his waiter or host, and you just so happened to be the perfect candidate.

he took his time exploring your personal spaces. he went from room to room, opening closets and boxes, searching through everything personal to you. he even had his way in your bathroom- looking through your cabinets and then your shower. he grabs and smells your shampoo, and his frustrated dick twitches as he takes in the smell of you. 

some odd minutes later, after he’s found himself in your kitchen, successfully having found your alcohol cabinet, he leans against the counter, cradling the cheap vodka that you had bought yourself just the night before. he gripped the neck of the bottle with one hand as he held the journal he found with the other, fingering the binding as he read. 

and oh sweetheart, was it juicy. it was everything he needed to know and more. about how you met Rick, how absolutely smitten you were, thinking he was so smart and pretty; you went into detail about his hair, the way it shined under the bar light, and his big beautiful eyes- even as glazed over they get when he’s drunk, they felt like deep, rippling pools you could swim in for hours. you didn’t go into much detail about the sex itself, but you sure went on about how it made you feel. how deep he went, how he pumped his cum inside you, and how unhinged you became. even had a paragraph dedicated to his dirty talk and how it made you discover more things about yourself and the things you like.

he had started to read from the beginning, the first entry dated as a few years ago, but when he got to this part, he looked at the date. a literal year ago, down to the month, from tonight. and as he read further up to present day, he found his name sprinkled throughout in passages about your failing dating life and how you couldn’t ever feel satisfied.

“hmm,” he mumbled curiously, setting the book down. he reached into his coat to pull out the pallasite he had retreived from you, holding the vial that contained it up to his eyes. he squinted, analizying the color and shapes within the rock. he sets it down and holds his wrist out to it, and a thin green hologramed line stretched forward, scanning over the vial. the contents of the space rock displayed out in front of him and he read over them carefully until his eyes landed on what he’s looking for.

not only was this specific pallasite an excellent component for harvesting energy- it was a fucking aphrodisiac. 

the way it imbedded in you caused for it to act like some sort of love potion. no fucking wonder, he thought. you fantasized about him every night because you were being chemically altered to do so. the feelings probably weren’t as strong now, he assumed, it would have been at its strongest during the first few months, but it all started to make sense now.

he took another big swig, efficiently finishing the bottle, before sloppily putting it back on the counter. he felt almost jealous, knowing this Rick was somewhere getting off to the thought of you, craving and needing him, with no way to reach him or any idea of where he is. he must have the intention to come back eventually, especially since his little coin purse was literally obsessed with him.  

Rick pocketed the pretty crystal and turned with a smirk, starting to head back towards your bedroom, because why not? you were so good for him before, he might as well give you what you want- what you need- after you’ve waited all this time. all while also getting his dick wet in the process.

but his face dropped as soon as he looked up and saw you. 

you looked wild. hair a mess, shirt still drenched in sweat. you had put on some little pink shorts, he noticed, and he wondered how long you’ve really been up. you were staring at him with eyes as big as you could get them, considering the sleep and tears, looking fearful but determined. Rick could see you hiding something, slyly holding it behind your leg to keep out of sight. he smirked.

when you had woken up, confused and dizzy as the events of the night came back to you, you thought that maybe he had left. it was quiet as you slid yourself off the bed, wincing when you began to feel the dull ache he had left inside you. the majority of the pain had already passed but the feeling was there, the feeling of being used. you felt sick as you remembered how desperate you were for him, still so in love with a memory that you’d allow him to handle you like that. a stranger broke into your home, claimed to have needed to finger you till you felt like you’d burst, and then just left, and you let him. you’ve practically begged him for more.

flushed with embarrassment and anger, you throw on the closest shorts you can find and begin your way to the bathroom, determined to wash away the regret, when you hear a noise from the kitchen. 

it was quiet but you could hear the faint noises of glass clinking together. you freeze, not knowing to run or hide. why was he still here? your heart races as you flash through different scenarios in your mind of how to avoid him, how to convince him to spare you, or.. how to kill him first before he kills you.

you knew you weren’t much of a match but snuck back to your room anyway, finding the pocket knife an ex boyfriend had given you “for protection”. you’ve never actually handled it until now, awkwardly pulling the blade out and feeling the weight of it in your hand as you test different grips. you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but you wouldn’t go down without fighting. 

that’s how you ended up here, standing in front of him with the weapon behind your back, waiting for him to make the wrong move. but instead, he smirks, looking you up and down, taking you all in. seeing him in the better light of the kitchen made everything worse for you; he was so fucking handsome, just as he was the night you met him. 

maybe a bit skinnier, you thought- his jaw line looked much sharper as he bit down, staring back at you. your eyes trailed down his chest, searching his criminally hidden frame under the dirty lab coat. you could see the utility belt slung around his slim, bony waist, but couldn’t make anything out. you swallowed as you blinked and looked back up to his eyes. 

Rick waited a second, allowing you time to speak, but you couldn’t. get the fuck out, you wanted to say, don’t fuck with me, this shit is over. but instead you just stood there, flustered and on-edge. 

“well, goodmorning. ‘bout fuckin time, heh, i- your taste in bo-ooze is terrible,” he slurred, gesturing towards your cabinet, “had me- was waiting too long, had to drink your shitty vodka.”

you open your mouth to respond, but he continues,

“but guess it all evens out though, right? after being so mean,” he said through a grin, taking a step closer. you remain still, frozen in the wash of adrenaline. “you-.. you’re good, yeah? pretty little cunt tighten back up?”

“Rick,” you seethe through gritted teeth.

“learned a-a lot about you, y/n, hah,- got a lot of secrets, don’t you?” you shook your head, eyes still locked on his. “n-no,” you respond quickly, tripping on your tongue.

“no? does daddy know about the- your little purple dick you keep by your pillow every night? that his- his beautiful baby girl is letting strangers fill her up with cum?” the distance closes between you quickly, his mouth now hovering above your ear as he bends down to you, “that she’s been dreaming about fucking an old man every night.” you snap your head up to meet him, lips dangerously close now. your face feels red hot as you struggle to keep your composure, “you.. you read-”

“your little diary? haha, yes, i-i read it.” he lazily motions towards it and you see it splayed wide open, to your horror, “‘s not my fault you leave it in such an obvious place-”

“it was in a locked drawer, by my computer-”

“like i said,” he smirked, “obvious.” he slinked his arm around your waist, teasing your skin as his fingers went past, and the soft touch took you by surprise. so much so you panic, feeling claustrophobic in his hold and you swing your small blade up and out from behind you, but before it can get anywhere far, your wrist is jailed in his fingers. you gasp and instinctively use your other hand to push against him before he has that one too, and now you’re helpless. 

you struggle against him with all the power you could muster as he swiftly turns you, spinning you around and pushing you over to the nearest counter. your stomach lands on the hard edge of the granite with an oof and before you could react he’s behind you, pushing all his weight against you, effectively pinning you still. you whine against the pressure, feeling your chest get tighter with the lack of air. “Wait,” you plead frantically.

“wow, never thought you were smart, but-” he rips the knife out of your hand and you cry out, “i-huh, didn’t know you were a fucking idiot.”

you felt him trail the knife up your leg, the tip of the blade cold against your skin as it dragged up. you shivered at the contact and tears filled your eyes as you gripped the edge. “Rick, please, i’m sorry,” you whimper, feeling the blade get higher and higher before softly sliding in between the shorts and your skin, sneaking it’s way lower until the blade was wider than the crotch, then cutting the material right off.

you gasp and jump, causing a chuckle to bubble out of his throat. his breath was hot on your neck as he used his free hand to rub you everywhere, viciously grabbing at your legs, hips and chest, slipping under your shirt to grope your tits as you shivered underneath him. as scared as you were, your body couldn’t help but react; your body heat rising as the knife switched hands before he quickly returned to your cunt. with no other garments to cover you- you opted out of a pair of underwear, thinking he was gone anyway- his fingers were quick to slide through your slick folds. he audibly moans at your wetness, you tremble and throw your head back at the touch, and Rick’s mouth is quick to ghost over your neck.

“so fucking wet, huh? you fuc- you fucking like this, don’t you?” he asks, bringing the knife up to your throat. sobs escape you as you pull your head back as far as it could go in a desperate attempt to get away from the blade. “no… Rick, please.” he shoves his foot in between yours to kick them apart, having you spread wide for him. his fingers start picking up the pace, going back and forth between your slippery hole and your clit, taking his time on the little nub, circling and occasionally pulling on it with his middle and thumb.

the touch was overwhelming. you feel yourself giving in to him, the back of your neck locked onto his shoulder as you cry out to the heavens. your legs start to shake and you worry they’re about to give out, so you lean into him further, causing him to move his hand around to rub your wet pussy from the front. his head buried in the nape of your neck for a moment, taking a big, exaggerated snnniiffff before sighing,

 “poor girl, so fucking scared and dripping for me. We-heh,- you could’ve been good for me, could’ve played nice. but since you wanted to be brave,” his middle finger pushes in, despite your sharp, pained gasp, “i gotta- need to teach you to be good, right? teach you to be polite.” he finds a rhythm, slow and consistent, until you start moaning and squeezing him. the pain now being replaced by building pleasure, you buck your hips towards him, unashamedly chasing your high. he’s added a second finger, now perfectly hitting your songey center with every thrust, using his thumb to sloppily rub at your clit, and your vision blurs.

“Rick, i-“

“if you cum without permission, i will slit your throat and watch you bleed all over this fucking floor,” he growls, and the coil in you grows tight. 

“please, please Rick-“

“please what? use your words, baby,” 

you still your movements in an attempt to slow it down, but Rick’s pace has you desperately reaching out and grabbing the counter, screaming as your vision goes white-

“ohfuck, please let me cum, fuck Rick, pleeeeaasssee,” 

“good girl, let me hear those pretty noises.”

your legs give out from underneath you as you hit your peak, his name pouring out of your mouth as he continues his pace while holding you up. you twitch and jump away from him as he continues to fuck you open, but he holds you still, leaning forward to pin you against the cold surface. your mouth hangs open, releasing little aahs and ffucks until your head hits the granite. your breath hitches as you come down, exhales turning back into moans when he doesn’t stop.

once you had obeyed, he had discarded the knife- so he takes this time to slide his arm around your chest, taking your neck and bringing it up to bite it, rude with his teeth but gentle with his lips when he goes back to lick and suck at the skin. the air hitting his saliva sent chills down your spine, and you arch your back, reaching up to touch him, touch his hair, something,

“no, don’t- you don’t touch me unless i tell you to. you understand? y-you can remember that, right?” his fingers slow, giving you a chance to respond. instead you whine at the change of pace, bucking your hips desperately to get him to keep going. you had reluctantly brought your hands back down to the counter, turning into fists as you’re denied of pleasure.  

he quickly removes his digits to deliver a hard slap to your ass, your skin welting up immediately. you yelp and almost jump up on the tile, desperate to get away as he lands another one, skin now hot to the touch. the hand on your throat moving up to cover your mouth, he brings your ear to his lips, taking his time to lick up the length of it and bring your earlobe in his teeth. you vibrate his hand with moans; he’s not sure if they’re of pleasure or pain but he doesn’t necessarily care. “right?”

he moves his mouth to let you speak and you do, apologetic and frantic as your eyes prickle with tears, “yes! ah-,  r-right,”

Rick watches as your hips fall back to his, your ass grinding against him. his digits had found their way back to your poor clit, pressing and rubbing over it, using his free fingers to spread your shiny lips open. he could see your hands jerking nervously, not knowing what to do and resolving to digging nails into each other.

“look at you, fuck-, poor baby, you wanna touch me that bad, hmm? he-hh, need to feel me, don’t you?”

“yes, Rick,” you breathe, words getting harder now that you see your next peak. it felt so good but you need more to get you there, “please please please,”

he laughs as he pulls his hands away completely, hearing your protests as your tears begin to fall; your bottom lip beginning to bruise as you bite down, he spins you to face him, the hands on your shoulders firm but gentle.

“kneel.”

you don’t hesitate. you lower to your knees, eyes locked on his as they follow you down. when your bone hits the cold tile, a little gasp escapes you and you avert your gaze. So fucking precious, it brings a smile to his face. he brings his hand up to hold your chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger, and brings it back up to him.

“s-..so good for me. you’re learning, baby,” his free hand goes to his belt, tugging to pull it open to scramble at his zipper, “i’m going- i’m gonna be nice, gonna give you what you want. you’re going to be grateful,” he moans, finally freeing his cock and holding it at the base. your eyes fly to it, taking in its size and you groan silently. it’s so much bigger than you remember, and you couldn’t imagine it in your mouth let alone in your sore flesh. “you need this dick,” he pressed the dripping tip to your lips, “i’m going to give it to you.”

its too big, way too big, you open your mouth to explain. he had to understand, you wanted this but there’s just no way-

he used this as his literal opening, pushing the head of his cock past your lips, holding your head in place as you struggled against his girth. tears streaming down your face now, he wipes them away with his thumbs before bringing them up to taste your tears. you whine as he pushes farther- you try your best to adjust to him, flattening your tongue and relaxing as your jaw opens wider. 

“very good, ffuck,” he growls, forcing his hips to stay still to let you take your time, “mouth feels sso good, sweetheart, hehh- i- look at me, hey,” you blink up to obey, his eyes blown out with lust when he sees the mess he’s made you- face red and swollen as you fought to keep yourself from gagging, wet and shiny with tears. “so pretty,” he cooed through his teeth, “look at me while i fuck your mouth,”

he pulls himself out, spit trailing from your lips, and you have just enough time for a big breath before he’s pushing in again, coming back out then going further, steadily fucking your mouth with ferver. you gag on his size, struggling to breathe as he’s going faster, getting more aggressive, moaning and grunting when he leans over to rest an arm on the counter- pushing you back and pinning you against the harsh wood, cabinet handles digging into your back. your worried cries vibrate through his shaft and he growls, using the makeshift wall to keep you still he puts both hands on the granite now, jerking his hips against your mouth as you take him all in. through your struggle, you’re still looking at him. 

“s-so fucking obidient. you’ve been waiting for this, huh? been waiting for my big cock, ahh, that’s it baby-”

with one more final, deep thrust he pulls out, leaving you gasping and falling forward, hands landing between his boots. although your lungs are relieved, you look back up at him, wondering why the abrupt stop. he was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched on your tongue- and you were ready to take it all, was excited for it, even. “Rick? i-”

“get up,” his arms slink under yours to help pull you up, “turn around, bend over.” you wonder why he gives you direction when he just manhandles you, putting you exactly where he wants you. he takes no time to line himself up with your hot opening, already clenching down just begging for him.

he drags his hot shaft along your slit, coating it with your slick. “fuck, please,” you beg.

“you- hah, uhh- you ready? have to tell me you want it, baby, i- need to know you missed me, tell me,”

“fuck me, please Rick, missed it- need you so much, fuck-”

he obliged, sinking his cock in your hot cunt until it completely bottomed out. your tongue fell out of your mouth as you huffed and cried, the stretch too much but so good.

he slowly dragged it out and then in again, working you open, picking up a pace as he breathed heavy in your ear. you hadn’t noticed he reached his arm around until his finger was on your clit, swirling it in circles over and over, being sure to hit the side that made you jerk a little more often- your toes curl and you make filthiest sounds.

“so fucking tight, fucking milking me baby, ‘s like it’s made for me,” he grunts with his thrusts, keeping your waist tight against the hard counter, “such a-fuck, such a dirty slut, can’t think of anything except this cock,”

he picks up speed and you’re writhing beneath him, completely fucked out and drooling- he sees this when your head leans back and your eyes roll, babbling his name around the pooling saliva. the fingers on your throbbing button haven’t skipped a beat, aiding the building pressure in your core. his right hand pulls on your body and you go with him as he takes a step back. he pushes on your back to get you lower and he shifts his hips, and all of a sudden he’s right there, bumping at your spongey core and you lose it.

“Rick, fuck, i’m-ahhhh, so fucking good,”

“mmm, gonna cum- gonna fuckin soak me, baby? gonna be a good girl and ask?”

your mind was going blank. it was all too much, and there was no time to ask, “Rickk, uhh- i’mgonnacum i’mgonnacum-”

and in seconds he was out of you, hands even leaving your waist, leaving you so suddenly empty your knees buckle as you sob, “NO, wait, i’m s-sorry, i- fuck, please let me cum, Rick, i’m sorry,” 

“getting cocky, sweetheart, think you got some fuckin- some magic pussy, getting whatever it wants?”

“no,” you reply weakly.

“no, that’s right. you have no idea what i could do to you, princess, fuck-” he lined himself back up but eased himself in painfully slow, still giving you a punishment, “so you do what i say, right? haheh- you’re cunt’s fuckin’ squeezing me,” 

you sigh in relief as he fills you once more, feeling yourself squeeze him as he hits your center. he starts his rhythm, no fingers to aide you now as he grips all ten into your soft flesh, pulling on your hips as he fucks you on his dick. you gave into his control, allowing yourself to be thrown around as he chases his own high- 

“you belong to me, you get that?” the slapping of his thighs against your ass almost drowning out his low voice, “i’m- ‘m going to fill you with my cum, and you’re gonna take it, you hear me?”

“yeesssssss,” your moans all drawn out as the coil tightens. you’ve lost track of the amount of orgasms but this next one was coming fast, the waves crashing in your stomach much more intense after being denied once. “i’m close, fuck, please let me cum, i wanna be good for you,”

it took all he could from busting right then and there, hearing you submit to him like that. he gives you a simple cum for me but it’s enough, quickly sending you over the edge. your legs struggle to keep you up as black spots cloud your vision, your mouth rambling profanities and thank yous as you fight to come down, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you as he continues to fuck you through it.

“so fucking cute, your dirty little mouth- fuck- gonna make me cum,” his hips snap faster, cruelly hitting deep with every thrust, uncaring of your comfort, “this pussy is mine, fucking all mine, fff- tell me it’s mine.”

“it’s yours,” you moan, knuckles white as you hold on to the tile for dear life.

“f-fuckin’ right, gonna fill it up- take it, ffuck-”

his hips stall as you feel him throb inside, coating your walls with his cum as he leans his forehead on your shoulder, mumbling curses as your pussy contracts around him, sucking him dry. you stay like that for a while, both catching your breath, reeling as you come down. you whine when he finally slips out of you, his seed following suit as it drips to the floor. “what a mess,” he says under his breath, tucking his softening prick back into his pants. “‘d hate to be the one that has to clean that up.” 

you turned to face him but he was already walking away, past you and out of the kitchen to the open space of the living room. it was like deja-vu, watching him leave after slutting you out. “as much as i’d ha-ate to leave you like this, well-” he turns to look at you, flushed and panting over the counter, “hate is a strong word,”

“wait,” you manage to croak out, shifting your weight to stand up straight, “are you… are you going to come back?”

taking the portal gun out of his coat he creates one, a wet garbled sound filling the quiet as green light washed over the room. you gasp, taking a step back- it was beautiful but terrifying, this floating mass of a void that has opened up in your apartment. 

“maybe,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders, completely unphased to your bewilderment, “if he doesn’t get to you first.”

and with that he’s gone, stepping through the portal and you watch as it swallows itself up, leaving you in the dark. 

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

Stepdad!hopper is so mean :( but so protective and always punishes you for your short skirts :(((

toxic!stepdad!hopper yells at you until you cry because you're goin out with a boy and he thinks that your skirt is too short :((

when you slam the door he yells louder as you cower into your bed, holding your stuffy close to your chest as you sniffle and whine; warm tears falling from your eyes </33 once he's calmed down he comes in to your room and pets your head gently, telling you how sorry he is and that he'll never yell at you again (which you both know is not true) :( his mustache tickles your skin as he plants warm kisses from your shoulder and up to your face, wiping away excess tears from your cheeks <33

at the same time he's cooing small, "just don't want you to get hurt, kid. y'know how much i love you..can't have some fuckin' immature boy groping you. you know i just want what's best for you, right, sweetheart?" </333 you always come back around and cuddle in his soft chest and belly-- his arms wrapped around you as he kisses your lips softly, calming you :(

[puppyeji]

thoughts on perv stalker Giselle? 🥺

oh i love this concept

WARNINGS: stalking, panty stealing, dubcon, obsessive!giselle. naive!reader

not proofread ! also this is too long i'm sorry 🫶🏻

it's all just a big coincidence. really. it's not like she's been purposely following you in order to find out where you live or which places you frequent: giselle doesn't actually intend for you two to always run into each other, it just happens on its own.

she sees you often at work. you work at a small cafe near her apartment, that's how she first met you. all it took was for you to smile at her while you were taking her order and she was starstruck, ever since then she's been casually hanging out there to see you. she thinks she's discreet but you've been able to tell she has a crush on you.

you think it's cute. at first.

she's holding back just fine, but she can't help but get obsessed.

she's definitely the kind to want a souvenir with her for when she misses you, so she takes the white scarf you often wear when it gets cold after your shift ends. it smells like you and it quickly becomes one of her favorite objects to get off to: the pictures she takes of you from afar while you're distracted are her first choice though.

she zooms in on your face, aeri thinks you have such beautiful features and loves your side profile <3 but your lips are actually what she loves the most about you, always cums while zooming in on them. she takes her slick fingers to the screen of her phone in order to smear her cum on your pouty lips, daydreaming about one day being able to actually do it in person.

she takes pictures of everything! your long legs, the way your shirt lifts up when you stretch, slightly exposing your skin, the way your cleavage stands out when you bend over, when you play with your fingers because you're bored, and she even snaps a few underskirt pics. your thighs are her second favorite part of you, she can't wait to mark them entirely with bites and hickeys.

you approach eventually, cause it's so crazy how you two always seem to bump into each other, and she makes sure to engage in physical contact. she has sneaky hands, you realize immediately. she caresses your sides while you speak, softly groping your tits with her fingers (she knows you never wear a bra), but dumb naive you lets it slide because she's too pretty to be a creep and she's also really nice!

you chat for a bit as she walks you home. you think she's such a good listener because she barely speaks and lets you do all the talking but the entire time she's actually just fantasizing about covering your mouth with both of her hands to keep you from screaming and then dragging you to a dark alley so she can bend you over and have her way with you. you blush because she's staring too much and she blushes because she's thinking about eating you out right there and then.

after the first time she comes over you do feel weird because that scarf you thought you lost long ago since you couldn't find it anywhere suddenly appears at the bottom of your closet, but you don't think that the fact that she was here the other day has anything to do with it.

she bites her lip, barely hiding her excitement, and her eyes light up when she sees you wearing it again. specially because she knows what she did with it.

you're dumb enough to invite her a second time, giving her the opportunity to steal a pair of panties she's had her eyes on ever since she first saw them, which of course she doesn't waste.

you're so messy, always leaving clothes scattered around your room. it's okay. it's easier to hide cameras that way, so she doesn't complain. the cameras are placed strategically so you'd never find them. they're high quality and so well disguised. she knows how careless you are, she's just trying to look out for you!the fact that you seem to walk around your place with barely underwear on or just a shirt and nothing underneath is pure luck. she fucks herself to the thought of ruining you, she can't help herself when you're this cute and clueless, plus now she has your panties for her to smell and then cum on whenever she pleases.

at some point you can't shake the feeling that something's off, as if someone is constantly watching you. you clean your place and find one of the cameras and when you finally start to piece it all together you call her out, hysterically screaming at her that she's a sick perv, but that only seems to turn her on :/

she waits until you lower you guard for a second and instantly grabs your wrists to bring you closer to her so she can kiss you. you keep trying to bite her and push her away but your resistance eventually wears off and that's when she starts to touch you.

it's fucked up how good it feels, how well she knows your body and exactly where to grope to make you react, when she finally dips her hand on your underwear she's delighted to find you soaking and throbbing for her.

she gets cocky very fast, chuckling as she goes "this wet just for me? hm? weren't you just fighting it minutes ago? look who's the sick perv now."

you try to uselessly scream again but she stuffs your panties in your mouth, the same ones she used to masturbate. and then proceeds to keep both of your hands behind your back as she fingers you with her free hand.

she whines in your ear "fuck! you're gripping me so tightly" and even if you pretend to hate it you still cum around her fingers. the relaxing feeling of your orgasm rapidly turning into dread because you know she's barely getting started.

[nickfowlerrr]

taking care

pairing: soft!dark nick fowler x curvy!reader

warnings: innocent/naïve reader. violence. mentions of blood. mean!nick. mentions of injury. minor character death. smut. choking. gun violence. pet names. hair pulling. spanking. i think i’m missing stuff so please let me know if you think anything else should be tagged!

words: 7.4k

notes: this fic has been sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks and i haven’t reread it in a while so apologies for any errors. genuinely idk where this story went and i know i didn’t bother trying to make it make much sense - it was really just an excuse to write nick fowler smut and then this all just kinda came along with it lmao. also - can i just say that i am big anti baths but honestly, i’d get in a tub with this man any day of the week 😙

i feel like, by now, we should all know not to expect well written endings from me and this fic is no exception. idk man lol

as always feedback and comments are always welcome. thank you for reading and reblogging 💜

“I really wanted to trust you, sweetheart,” he said, sounding disappointed as he stared down at you. “I was so sure I could trust you.”

“What?” you said, taken aback by his words as you stared up at him from where you were made to kneel in between his legs. “You..you can. You know you can,” you continued, trying to hide your hurt though you were sure it was written clear as day on your face.

His hand was caressing your cheek softly as his eyes continued to gaze stoically into yours - giving nothing away.

When you had gotten home, after putting away the groceries in the kitchen, you found him in the den. He was just sitting in his chair near the fireplace- the glow of the flames illuminating him and accentuating the sharpness of his facial structure. He sat there, almost unmoving - looking like a work of art.

You were going to call to him, but were instead momentarily stunned by the sight of him before his clear, blazing blue eyes suddenly shot to yours as he heard you enter. His gaze froze you to your spot with the chill it sent through you. He stared at you a moment before speaking.

“Come here, princess,” he called to you.

You blinked at him before making your way over. You had heard that pet name many times before, but something about the way he said it was different now. It sounded wrong, cold. So unlike the wickedly sweet way it normally sounded coming from his lips.

When you were stood right before him, he grabbed your hands in his and pulled you down, urging you to lower yourself onto your knees before him.

To say you were confused at his words would be an understatement. You had been with Nick for the past two years and had started living together just around the first. He had moved you into his home with him a few months shy of your one year anniversary, promising you it would be perfect. And the place itself was perfect. It was in a newer, quite expensive, neighborhood with few neighbors living in the houses near his.

And his house was amazing. High tech and as luxury as you had ever seen in person. You had no qualms about the place you’d be moving to, you were just a little trepidatious, worried things were moving too fast. But of course, Nick convinced you it wasn’t too soon, that when you loved like you loved one another, these things could never be rushed. Not when it was always meant to be. You’d get to spend more time together, you’d save money on rent, and he’d be able to keep an eye on you - to keep you even safer.

You knew Nick’s line of work was dangerous, but you never felt worried about something bad happening to you. You knew he’d never let that happen. You were always his top priority, and had been since the day he first laid eyes on you. Rather, your concerns were in regards to his safety. When he would come home after long weeks away, you finally felt like you’d be able to breathe again. He’d always call or message when he could, but of course you’d still worry. Especially on occasions when he’d get home bloody and bruised. Sometimes you thought it hurt you more than him. But you were always there waiting for him. Always there to patch him up and take care of him when he needed you. And you always would be. You’d promised him as much.

You were closer to Nick than you had ever been with anyone and you’d never felt such an intense connection the way you did with him. You never knew how deep love could be before you met him. You would trust him with your life. You did trust him with your life. And after all this time, you thought he felt the same.

But apparently not.

You weren’t sure what had come over him or what exactly brought this on, but his current behavior was unsettling to say the least. You felt like he was keenly watching every little movement you made and taking note of each reaction you had as he stared at you. Looking for some sort of tell, something that would betray your innocence. But what did he think you were guilty of?

Whatever it was, he wouldn’t find anything. You hadn’t done anything to cause him to question his trust in you, you were sure of it.

“You don’t have to lie, sweetheart. There’s no point now, anyway,” he said as his fingers ghosted along your cheek.

“Nick, I swear,” you said, shaking your head in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.

What are you trying to accuse me of?”, your hurt even more evident now, “I haven’t done anything wrong,” you insisted earnestly.

It was only when he brushed his knuckles along your cheek that you dared to move. You gingerly grabbed his hand in yours and as you pulled it down to hold it, you then saw the blood and bruising. You looked up at him, eyes wide as you finally took his appearance in more closely. You noticed what appeared to be dried blood stains on his crisp white shirt, but as you scanned his face to see if he was hurt, you found no sign of injury. So the blood wasn’t his.. The only give away he was injured at all was his hand. No, hands, you realized as you pulled away only slightly to run your eyes over him again, needing to be sure he wasn’t hurt, before you noticed the bloody knuckles on his left hand, matching his right.

You weren’t new to seeing Nick like this, but you were normally more prepared. If he was due home from a mission, you knew what to expect. You had time to prepare and steel yourself against the sight of him possibly walking through the door wounded and bloody. He wasn’t normally a hands on kind of guy. He preferred to avoid hand to hand combat when he could, “less messy,” he’d say. But from the looks of him, it seemed he had been in some kind of altercation. You just couldn’t think of how that would have happened in the few hours you had been out. It’s not like he had been gone on an assignment, he hadn’t had any work since he came back last week. So when did this happen? Why did this happen? Why was he sitting here looking the way he was? Treating you like you were in on some conspiracy against him.

“Princess,” he tutted as his eyes burned into yours and his expression grew harsher. Your hand in his, being squeezed tighter. “You’re gonna need to stop lying to me, before I get even more upset.”

“I’m not lying,” you stressed again. “Please - please, just tell me what’s wrong. What happened?”

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice the little hushed conversations you’d have with him every time you’d go out?” He dropped your hand from his and you moved further back from him as he leaned closer to your face, scrutinizing every emotion that passed your eyes. His question served only to confuse you further because you really, truly had no idea what he was talking about or to whom he was referring.

“Don’t play stupid, baby. It’s not gonna work this time,”

This time? What was that supposed to mean? You wanted to ask, but knew better than to let it slip from your lips. He was obviously upset and lashing out, and you knew you needed to figure out what he was going on about before he was too angry to deal with. Nick would never hurt you, you knew that, but he had a way of taking his anger and frustrations out on you that would leave you feeling him for days. Normally you didn’t mind, but seeing as his ire was now directed, in part, at you, you felt a little more… nervous. He had never spoken to you like this before and you certainly were not a fan of it. He was making you feel uneasy.

“Nick, I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about or even who you’re talking about,”

“I saw you on your way out earlier, princess. What did you tell him, hm? What did he say to you to get you to smile so pretty for him?”

You sat there, mouth agape and brows furrowed as he spoke so condescending towards you. You thought back to when you were leaving today, who had you seen on your way out? Who had you talked to? The only person you could think of was Johnathan.

Yeah, it was Johnathan. He stopped you on your way to your car, asking about when would be a good time for a double date night with you and Nick and him and his wife. He’d been trying to set something up for a while, since they had moved in a few months back. Nick was evasive the couple of times Johnathan had caught him outside - always asking when you two were free. It was odd, certainly, but you had never thought anything of it. Only that he seemed to be a friendly neighbor, maybe overly so, but nothing more.

And certainly Nick knew better than to assume anything more than friendly, courteous conversation was happening between the two of you anytime you may have spoken. You were just being polite.

“This is about Jonathan?” you asked, almost disbelieving. “Seriously, Nick? He said hello and asked about you, like he always does before I told him I had to get going. That was it. That can’t be why you’re so upset. Will you please, just tell me what happened?” you tried asking again as you reached for one of his hands to examine more closely.

“Let me get you cleaned up and-,” you soothed before you found yourself being shoved down onto your back. The movement was sudden and unexpected. As you found yourself pinned down onto the hardwood floor, Nick on top of you, his hand wrapped firmly around your neck as his ice blue eyes raged with betrayal, you didn’t have time to scream and only managed to squeak out in protest before he spoke. He was mere inches from your face as your hands instinctively grabbed onto his forearm while he held you tighter.

“I told you to stop lying,” he spit out as you stared up at him in complete shock. You tried to speak but the hold he had on you, the way he was choking you made it nearly impossible. He stared into your frightened eyes for a moment before he loosened his hand from your throat and you coughed out, desperately trying to regain your breath as your head lolled to the side. He immediately grabbed your face and brought you back to looking directly up at him while you heaved.

“I’m not lying, Nick! What the hell is wrong with you?” you cried beneath him, trying to push him off but getting nowhere. He ignored your words, clearly not satisfied with your answer and seemingly unphased by your fighting against him as he continued staring into your eyes. When you stopped thrashing, he let out a heavy breath, letting his head fall slightly, his forehead against yours.

“I’ve already forgiven you, princess. I promise. I just need you to tell me the truth now so we can move past this,” he bargained as his thumb brushed away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.

You stared perplexed yet again as your brows returned to their furrowed position.

“The truth? The truth is I haven’t done anything. I still have no idea what you’re talking about or what happened while I was gone- I-”

You were interrupted by Nick scoffing and huffing as he hauled you roughly up from the floor. He had a tight grip on your arm as he pulled you to him. You crashed into him with the force of his pull before he spun you so you were in front of him, your back now to his chest, as he urged you to walk in front of him while he led from behind.

“I really didn’t want to do this the hard way, sweetheart, but you’re leaving me with no choice.” he said as he moved you both to the garage. “You’re gonna tell me the truth, in your own words, one way or another.” he promised.

As he shoved the door open from behind you and urged you in, you were stunned by the sight you were met with. You gasped in shock as you stared at your unconscious, bloodied and beaten neighbor tied to a chair. The walls of the normally empty garage and the floor beneath him were covered in plastic. You were genuinely lost and felt like you were on a delay as you just continued to stare, begging your mind to catch up.

What had Nick done in the few hours you had been gone and why?

“Let’s start off easy,” he began as he spoke into your ear. “How long?”

“How long, what?” you stuttered out in a whisper.

“How long have you been planning this? How long have you been working with him?”

“Working wi- what? Working with him? What are you talking about, Nick? What the hell is happening?”

“He said you’ve been in on it since before we met.. But I know that’s not true. Can’t be. Because I’m the one who found you, not the other way around. I don’t believe you’re that conniving and I know you’re not that smart. So, tell me. When did he get into contact with you and when did you decide to work with him, huh?”

“He said what?” you asked shrilly. “I swear to God, Nick, I met him when you did. I’d never seen him before in my life. And I wasn’t working with him on anything? What does- what does that even mean? Look, I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what he told you, but he’s lying. Whatever he told you, he was lying! And how could you believe him,” you finished, your voice on the verge of breaking.

He stayed quiet for a minute, then his grip left your arms. You stayed still in your spot while he was still close behind you, close enough that you felt it when he was reaching for something. You weren’t sure what he was doing until he moved his arms to wrap around your waist lightly as his hands crossed in front of you. As you slowly looked down at his hands, you saw his pistol being held in his right hand. He leaned down to rest his head on your shoulder as you continued to stay as still as you could.

“Nick,” you nearly whimpered. He sighed, nodded his head and placed a gentle kiss on your neck before he spoke.

“I believe you,” he said, standing up straight.

It happened so fast. You had instinctively turned around into Nick the second you saw him raise his gun. With his left hand, he pushed you out of the way as he stepped in front of you and aimed his pistol at Jonathan - firing a single shot into him without a second of hesitation. You jumped at the sound of the shot as you were looking away from the scene while your eyes watered and your hands covered your mouth as you silently gasped in shock.

Nick put his gun down on the workstation next to him and turned to you, walking to where you were standing. He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you before moving a hand to hold your head against him as he tried to comfort you.

“Sorry, angel. You’re so gullible, so easily persuaded into things, I just had to be sure,” he began as he moved to walk you back into the house. His calm was a stark contrast to your terror filled debilitation.

“He got inside after you left and tried to sneak up on me. Honestly, he’s probably the worst trained agent I’ve ever come across. I heard him coming from a mile away.”

You were back in the house, he guided you to the den and sat you down on the chair he had been previously occupying in front of the fire. You were clearly in shock as he continued speaking.

“Got him tied up in the garage, I told him to talk but he didn’t want to. Took a little work, but eventually he broke and told me all about his secret assignment. And then,” he paused, taking a deep breath before letting out a light scoff, “he brought up you,” he said as he caressed your face gently.

“And each time your name left his mouth, I couldn’t stop myself from punching the living fuck out of him. He passed out and I came inside and waited for you to get back. You know, he was shitty at every other part of his job, but he sure knew how to get under my skin.. The rational part of my brain kept telling me he was full of shit, I knew he was, I just- I hated even having to think about the possibility it was true.

“But sweetheart,” he said as he grabbed your face, making sure you were looking him in the eye before he continued. “I want you to know that even if you had been working for him, with him, whatever, that I would have forgiven you.

“I know you weren’t, I know you didn’t, but if you had, we would’ve moved past it. Because no matter what, we belong together. You’re mine. And I know how much you love me. I know you’d do anything for me. And I’m sorry I had any doubt.”

He was squatting down in front of you as you were finally starting to process everything. Your breathing became quicker and quicker and your mind was racing.

“His wife, Nick. What about his wife? She’s gonna- she’s gonna be looking for him. What are we gonna do? What do we do? He’s- he’s, he’s dead, Nick. He’s dead. In our garage. What do we do?” you rambled as you began to cry again, leaning forward into him desperately.

He pulled you to stand up and held you once again.

“There’s nothing to worry about, sweetheart. I already sent some people over to his house. There was no one living there but him. He’d been staking us out since he moved in. Working for some rebel agency after he was dismissed in the academy. Never even made it into the bureau. But don’t worry, it’s all taken care of, I promise. No one’s missing him except whoever sent him, and we already have plans on how we’re gonna deal with that,” he assured you.

You stayed in his embrace, the only source of comfort you had. You were still upset and you wanted him to know it, but you didn’t want to lose his touch or push him anymore than he had been pushed today by getting angry and blowing up at him after everything.

“I wasn’t working with or for him. I have never told him anything about you,” you said quietly into his chest as your lip wobbled. “How could you accuse me of doing something like that?” you asked as you pulled back to look at him, his eyes much softer now and full of sorries. “You’re my everything, you know that. I love you, I would never go behind your back. I would never want to get you hurt in any way.

“I would never do that to you. I could never do that to you.”

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as he nodded.

“I know, princess. I know. I’m sorry,” he said solemnly. You just hugged him tighter as he held you.

“Your hands,” you suddenly remembered. “Let’s go upstairs,” you said.

“Hey, angel,” he stopped you from pulling him further, “I think you’re still in shock. I just shot a man in front of you, you don’t need to be taking care of me right now. I’m taking care of you.” You stared at him a moment in silence, gently biting your lip trying to keep yourself together.

“You killed him,” you said bleakly.

“I killed him, yeah. I shouldn’t have done that in front of you, I’m sorry.”

“He was trying to kill you first, though,”

“Yeah, he was.”

“And he was trying to make you believe I was in on it,” you added.

“Yes.”

You just nodded against his chest as you leaned into him again.

“He had it coming, but that has nothing to do with me doing it right in front of you. Don’t try to rationalize the trauma,” he lightly chuckled. He was pretty accustomed to death. He had seen his fair share of it and his hands obviously weren’t clean of anyone’s blood, either. Though that certainly wasn’t something he ever wanted for you.

“It’s normally pretty difficult for people the first time they see someone die,” he said softly.

“The first time?” you said, sounding stressed. “The only time. First and last,” you said seriously.

“First and last,” he promised.

You later found yourself wrapped in your bath towel, sitting on the edge of your bed while Nick dried himself off with his own. You had cleaned his hands yourself before he ran a bath for the both of you. Sitting in the bubbles, you just laid with him in the warm water while his hands trailed up and down your body. You didn’t talk, just enjoyed his presence. That was until the realization that you could have actually lost him today hit you.

You looked up at him and tugged him closer to you as your eyes threatened to spill over with tears. Nick hushed you softly as he kissed your head.

“I can’t lose you,” you whispered.

“You aren’t going to, princess,” he assured you. You soaked a little while longer before you moved to the shower together. You were now clean and a lot more relaxed after being comforted by him all night long.

Nick moved over to you, standing before you as you sat on the bed. You looked up to him with a small pout and puppy eyes and just raised your arms up to him. He laughed a little before he bent down to your level, allowing you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck, hands finding his hair as you pulled him into a soft kiss. He gently pulled away from you and tugged your towel off of your body before he pulled his own off of his waist and tossed both of them to the wayside as he immediately went back to your soft, waiting lips, his hands framing your face while he deepened the kiss.

You broke away for a breath, staying nose to nose with him. Quiet and softly, you spoke with your eyes closed as your foreheads touched, “You’re my first and last.” The sweet reminder of the fact that Nick indeed was your ‘first’, in a lot more than just sex, and that he would absolutely be your ‘last’ as well, seemed to only frenzy him as he returned his lips to yours hotly.

“Your one and only,” he snarled as you nodded against him.

“My one and only,” you repeated obediently.

Before you knew it, he had you on your back and moved you up the mattress, allowing him more room to kneel above you, only breaking the kiss to breathe. His hands were on your face and yours were in his hair as you continued to sensually make out. Soon, his hands began wandering your naked body and as he lowered himself and closed the space between you, you could feel his heavy cock, hard and hot against you. You spread your legs around him as he moved his lips down to your chest. You moaned at the feeling of him playing with your breasts. He was toying with your nipple in one hand as he took the other into his hot mouth. Suckling and nibbling, getting you more and more wet for him as he moved to deliver the same attention to your other breast. Leaving kisses and love bites all over your ample chest before moving back up and attacking your neck with the same need.

You knew he was trying to be gentle, working very hard to not go feral over you. You could feel it in his tense muscles, he was too stiff and you knew he was holding back for you. Trying to, at least. But when you felt him bite your shoulder a little too harshly as he grabbed your ass roughly, you knew what he really wanted, needed. Today was a bad day to say the least and you knew he needed to let it out. Normally he had no qualms about taking his frustrations out on you in bed but today was different. You were involved in this and he had already hurt you earlier, you were still fragile. He didn’t want to push you so he was trying to keep his aggressions at bay. But you didn’t want that. You wanted to feel him. Completely, with no inhibitions. You needed it.

Pulling his hair back just enough to get him to look up to you, you urged him closer as you kissed him hard before speaking.

“Nick, baby, I want you. Use me. Please. Don’t want you to hold back,”

“Princess,” he tried to caution, voice hard.

“Please,” you begged. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I want you to feel better. I want you, I just want you, please.”

He didn’t need much more persuasion as he crashed his lips into yours again. Your hands were on his back, holding him close to you, chest to chest, before he pulled away from your lips and pulled back. Your hands fell from his back and moved to his built chest, then up along his muscular shoulders as he stared down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

He pulled you up with him suddenly as he got off the bed completely. You stared at him confused for just a second before you realized what he wanted. Without him saying a word, you got up and bent over the side of the mattress, your ass sticking out as you stood there in anticipation of what was to come..

“Color?” he asked huskily.

“Green.” was your prompt response.

The first strike of his hand across your bottom stung in the most pleasant, familiar way. You moaned at the second one as he admired the jiggle of your ass, squeezing your flesh before he landed the next strike. He spanked you repeatedly as your skin grew hot, your eyes grew teary, and your pussy grew needier with each hit. You were a mess for him already.

As he grabbed at your ass and soothed your hot flesh, he couldn’t help but taunt you as he admired your slick pussy drooling for his attention.

“All this for me, princess?” he asked as his thick fingers swiped through your wet folds while you whimpered. He rubbed your wetness around as he continued playing with you before plunging one finger inside of you, curling against your tight walls.

“Yes, yes, Nick, all for you,” you moaned.

You could practically hear him smirking as he moved closer behind you. He pulled his finger out after pumping in and out of you teasingly. He pushed you further up the bed as he grabbed your ass again and spread your cheeks so much so that you opened up even more for him, you could feel your pussy spreading for him as he squeezed you and continued his playing. He slapped your ass once more and without warning thrust two of his fingers inside your wet and wanting cunt. You mewled in delight as he scissoed them inside you, preparing you for his cock. He loved playing with you, teasing you with pleasure and watching you writhe with desire for him to push you off of the edge. And he would, eventually, but he liked seeing just how far he could push and taunt you before you were crying for him. So he continued fingering and stimulating you just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to get you there. Not yet.

“Please,” you whimpered out with a breathy moan. He slid his fingers out of you at your pathetic plea and then leaned over your back, shoving his fingers past your lips into your mouth as he spoke in your ear.

“Suck,” he commanded, voice low and heady. You did as he said, sucking his fingers clean as he panted over you, and you could feel him grinding his cock against your ass. He pulled his fingers past your lips before he placed a sloppy kiss on your shoulder as he stood back up.

“Good girl,” he praised.

He grabbed his thick cock in his hand and decided to tease you a little more as he ran his tip up and down your slit. You were mewling at the sensation and wanted more.

“Your needy little pussy’s just crying for my cock, isn’t she?” he taunted, voice thick with desire.

“Mhm yes, Nick, please. Please fuck me. I need it, need you, need your cock inside me, please,” you whined desperately.

“Careful what you ask for, princess,” he said darkly before he positioned his cock up to your dripping hole. He thrust into you and began moving hard and fast as he fucked you without restraint. You were groaning and moaning as he hit deep inside of you, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed now with how far he pushed you up with his thrusts. His hand went to your hair and he pulled your head back harshly, loving the way your body reacted to him while he grunted in pleasure as you continued whimpering and babbling pure nonsense.

Letting go of your hair, his hands then gripped your soft, fleshy hips as he pulled you back onto his cock repeatedly, slamming in and out of you. The clap of his pelvis meeting the flesh of your ass while he continued pounding into you was salacious and lewd and served only to turn you on more.

“Fuck, you look so fucking pretty when you’re being spread open on my cock, angel. Feels so fucking good, fuck,” he grunted huskily, moaning at the feeling of you.

Your fingers were buried in the sheets as he fucked you further into the mattress and you were on the very brink of your orgasm. Nick was hitting so deep inside of you and you had never felt so full. Each slide of his cock against your walls brought you closer as he stimulated your g-spot with every thrust.

His right hand left your hip and slithered under you to where his index finger found your clit. He began rubbing the swollen nub in small circles, causing you to clench hard around him as he swiftly brought you to your orgasm with the added stimulation. You were moaning and crying breathlessly as you came, eyes squeezed shut as he rode you through your high and talked you through your orgasm.

“Ah, fuck, princess,” he moaned out. “You’re squeezing me so goddamn tight. Coming on my cock like a good girl, huh. You like that, yeah. Love when I split you open like this, don’t you. Love when I fuck your pretty little pussy, stuff you full of my cock while I play with your clit,” he spoke into your ear as he leaned over you again.

“Mmhm, I love it, ‘so good, it’s so good. Fuck,” you cried as you mewled into the sheet beneath you while he continued pounding in and out of your overworked cunt.

He took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he pulled your arms down and around your back, his hips snapping more erratically into you as he chased his high. He was leaning all of his weight onto you as he leaned over your body, pushing you further into the bed as he groaned. You knew he was close as he lost any of the restraint he may have had left, your name leaving his lips along with a string of curses.

“No one else could ever make you come undone like this. No one else will ever get to fuck you, feel your tight cunt wrapped around them. Fuck, this is goddamn heaven. And it’s all mine,” he said, moaning and grunting.

“You’re mine,” he growled into your ear. “And you’re gonna come again for me. Need to feel you come again, princess. Need to feel you grip my cock like that again.”

As if the never ending stimulation from his thick cock rocking into you from behind along with the thrilling sounds and praises you were pulling out of him weren’t enough to make you come again, those words absolutely were. Your toes were curling and the feeling of him on top of you - his pants and moans right in your ear as he leaned into you even more, all of it, every word, sound, and sensation were cascading at once into you and sent you headfirst into another orgasm, your hands squeezing his as he pushed into you further, your walls tightening around him again while he bit into your shoulder and you whimpered pathetically.

“I’m gonna come inside you, angel. Fill you up full of me, and you’re gonna take every last bit of my come, you hear me,” he panted through grit teeth in your ear. “You’re gonna be feeling me for days after tonight, princess. But that’s exactly what you wanted, isn’t it. Just can’t fucking get enough,” he growled before he pulled out of you. He flipped you onto your back so quickly you barely even registered it happened until he slammed right back into you, his hands keeping your thick thighs spread for him as he pulled you as close to him as he could, your ass on the very edge of the bed as he kept your legs open around his hips. He thrust a couple times more, long and hard, before he seated himself as far inside of you as he possibly could with the most beautiful moan you’d ever heard, his shuddering breaths falling on you as he started to let himself go inside of you, your pussy gripping him like a vice all the while. His hands were back on your hips as his body fell forward, his head nuzzling to the crook of your neck as he sucked air in through his teeth before letting out a deep, guttural groan, nearly shivering as he came harder inside of you. His thick ropes of come filling you. You held him close to you, petting his head as he leisurely pumped his cock inside of you a few more times, riding out his orgasm as you panted and mewled beneath him every time he stimulated your ever sensitive clit. When he was finished, you were sure you had never been so full. You could practically feel him leaking out of you.

You were both panting, regaining your breath, as he smiled against your skin, coming down from his high and nuzzling more into your neck as he readjusted the both of you to be more comfortable on the bed.

“You’re perfect, you know that? Every last thing about you,” he said as his arms went around the dip of your back, hands settling on your hips once again as he kissed your neck, up to your cheek, peppering kisses along your skin.

You smiled at his words and the feeling of his soft lips trailing along your tender flesh as tingles ran through you, wrapping your arms around him. Briefly you heard his earlier words float through your head. You’d never known him to be so…mean. To you, at least. Though you wanted to forget it, it continued nagging at you while he laid in your arms.

As he slowly pulled out of you and got off the bed, you pondered talking to him about it. You didn’t want to upset him, but this was gonna bug you if you didn’t voice it.

He was back in front of you with a damp rag and the most loving look in his eyes. Gently, he cleaned his spend from between your legs and after discarding the rag, crawled on top of you, engulfing you in his arms, pulling you into his side as you were cuddling with him.

“Nick,” you muttered softly. He hummed in response, waiting for you to continue.

“I just wanted to ask, to know..Earlier, you… do you, you really think that? That I’m stupid?” you asked quietly, your embarrassment and hurt evident as you tried to hide your face against him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he gently pulled you back to look at him, his eyes full of sympathy, a stark contrast to the cold fire that raged there previously. “No, I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“Really?” you pressed.

“Really,” he nodded. “You’re not stupid, you’re naive,” he stated matter of factly.

You looked down, wincing slightly as you pulled away from him. Tried to, at least. Nick was quick to pull you back to him, tilting your chin up as he forced you to make eye contact.

“Hey,” he breathed, “that’s not necessarily a bad thing. You may be naive but no one's gonna take advantage of that or use it against you, I’ll always be right here looking out for you. Protecting you.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips as you allowed yourself to settle next to him again.

“And I love that about you,” he smiled. “It’s just natural for you to be sweet.. and trusting.. and kind,” he punctuated each word with a gentle kiss to your temple, cheek, and finally your soft lips once again after nuzzling your nose. “I’m so lucky I found you before the world could change any of that.” Those words, sickly sweet and full of love and admiration of you, that was your Nick. The way he behaved earlier was intense and unlike anything you’d received from him before. You were just glad he was back now, and eager to forget the hurt he caused you. Certain he wouldn’t do anything like it again to you.

You half smiled before sucking your lip, your mind returning to the current conversation you were having with him, “Certainly tried to.”

You thought back to just a couple years ago, before you met Nick, before everything changed. You were making minimum wage, working two jobs in the city, living in a shitty apartment with a roommate you barely knew. Life had never been easy on you. But the moment Nick came into yours, it was like he just made everything better. He took care of you like no one ever had. Showed you love like you’d never known. You felt like you owed him everything. You really would do anything for him, he was your whole world now. That’s why it hurt so badly when he insisted you were lying to him earlier. You thought you had made it clear that that was something you would never do to him. You loved him so much. You figurned you just needed to show it more. To do anything and everything you could to reinforce the simple fact that you were his and his alone. Forever. It was the least you could do, right? He gave you everything, and made sure you were aware of the fact that he’d do anything for you, he’d protect you and love you with all he had. You needed to ensure he knew, without a single doubt in his mind, that you’d do the same. Because you really would, you did. He never made you question for even a second his devotion to you. He always said how lucky he was to have found you, but you felt even luckier for it. Truly, where would you be without him? You didn’t want to even think about it. It was all too much to put into words at the moment. For now though, exhausted and worn from the tumultuous events of the day, laying next to him, his protective hold on you as you were cuddling into his warmth and feeling surrounded by the love you shared, it was enough.

“I’m so grateful for you,” you sighed.

He caressed your cheek as he smiled at you, admiring your delicacy. He knew you were perfect for him the moment he had first laid eyes on you. He knew you were meant to be his, and so he made sure that you were and you always would be.

“I love you,” he kissed you once more as your eyes threatened to shut, lashes fluttering.

“I love you, more,” you whispered as you nuzzled further into him.

“You look exhausted,” he chuckled softly. “Go to sleep, angel.”

He was right, you were completely drained, but still, you wanted to fight your sleep a little longer. You worried your dreams would be flooded with nightmares of dangerous men breaking into your home, trying to hurt you, trying to hurt Nick, and god, the sound of the pistol firing ringing in the back of your mind. You shook your head, hoping to shake the sound as well. A man died today. And that could have been Nick. That thought wrecked you. You didn’t want to be without him for even a moment, not even in your sleep.

“I will,” you mumbled, holding onto him.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he said as if he could read your mind, rubbing your arm soothingly. You needed to come back to yourself. You were only working yourself up to dwell on things you couldn’t change or control. And with Nick around, you didn’t need to worry about anything, he’d take care of it all. He’d keep you both safe..he’d always keep you safe. Finally allowing yourself to really settle while Nick held you, you were soon sleeping, and though you woke up every now and again with a start, Nick was always still right beside you. His touch calming as he’d lull you back to sleep. He was here and you were safe, he’d remind you, mumbling words of comfort against your temple until you fell asleep again. He stayed up all night just making sure you were okay. He said he’d take care of you and he meant it. He’d be damned if you ever had to go through anything like tonight again, but right now he just needed to be sure you were okay and slept through the night. He already had his guys tracking down their headquarters and first thing tomorrow, he'd be sure the people who were responsible for tonight would be deeply regretting getting anywhere near you and ensuring they’d never have the chance again. And after that, he’d finally tell you the big news. You two were going off the grid, somewhere remote where it could be just the two of you, like it should be. Somewhere safe, where no one could find you. He’d had the plans set for a while now, and it was the perfect time to do it. You were more dependent on him, he was sure you’d say yes without him having to convince or force you to. The ring was perfect and he couldn’t wait to slip it on your finger. He wasn’t sure you’d be ready for another big move, but the honeymoon would be the perfect cover to get you there without you worrying. You’d say ‘I do’ and it would all work out. He’d be your first, your last, your only, just like he was meant to be. Always and forever. Just you and him.

[lilambs]

this is my first story so please bare with me </3

all of my stories will have the reader poc based. although it is open for anyone to read and hopefully enjoy <3

i’m not good at writing! but requests are definitely open! i hope to get much better!

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daddy! short tempered! eddie munson x baby! sensitive! oblivious! mixed race! reader.

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all of hawkins high knew of the hellfire club. all of the words that were described of them were nothing short of, “losers” “freaks” and “weirdos.” and they wore those words with pride. but what no one could possibly bring themselves to understand, was what a girl like y/n y/ln was doing hanging out with a bunch of freaks like them.

unintentionally she was the “it girl” of hawkins. she had loosely curled hair that was always in pigtails, laced with a baby pink colored ribbon, or in a high ballerina bun. her skin was soft and always laced with a sweet smelling lotion, it was like looking face to face with warm glistening caramel. as for her clothes she always wore the color pallet of warm beige, baby pink, white, and any other color that would make you look at her and think of delicate flowers being swayed softly in a field.

she was quite the opposite of her boyfriend; the leader, the heart and soul of the hellfire club, eddie munson. to say he was protective of her was an understatement. she is and always will be his little princess in his eyes. and he would stop at no cost to make sure nothing would change that.

it all started on a regular school day during passing period. jason carver; the “air headed jock who can’t keep his eyes off my girl” as eddie likes to describe him, was coming on strong towards y/n. although it was no secret of the envied relationship that y/n and eddie had, jason never stopped trying to win y/n over and make her belong to him.

“so..uh.. y/n i heard you that your favorite flowers were sunflowers. i was wondering if you wanted to hang out in a sunflower field with me after school?” jason asked y/n.

you were kind. you were sweet. you were sensitive. but most of all you were naive.

bursting into a fit of giggles, you began to reply. “i love them! although i didn’t know hawkins had any fields of flowers let alone sunflower fields. i’ll think about it.”

“well yeah! it’s a ways away, but i figured you could catch a ride with me and we’d get something to eat after.” jason barely managed to spit out. he couldn’t help but feel nervous around you. could you believe it? hawkins’ well known jerk of the century was nervous around a five foot girl who wore frilly socks.

before y/n could reply, eddie suddenly popped up behind her. laying his arm on top of her shoulders.

“this guy bothering you again baby? what’d i tell you about waiting for me after class.” eddie interrupted.

anyone in their right mind could tell he was angry, in fact angry couldn’t even begin to describe the emotions he felt in that moment.

“eddie!” you squealed. she began to shake her head frantically, “he wasn’t bothering me, he asked if i wanted to go to a sunflower field with him! right jason?” she said in an excited voice as she turned her head to look at jason.

“baby. go to the van. now.” eddie said.

“but-“ y/n started.

“now. or so help me.” he interrupted.

y/n’s wide doe eyes filled up with tears. she let out the tiniest sniff before turning around and running off into the direction of the van.

eddie closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before opening them and taking a look at jason. he began to speak, “the only reason why i’m not beating you until you’re unrecognizable right now is because i need to graduate for my little girl. she’s mine. always has been. always will be. so let this be a warning carver, you so much as even breathe in her direction and i’ll kill. you. got it?” he used his index finger to poke jason’s chest at the last two words.

not wanting to hear what jason had to say next he turned around and stormed off. he finally made it to his van and was met with a hysterical y/n. any other time just the aura of her being hurt would break his heart and he would do anything to fix it. but this time the anger he felt for jason clouded his judgement towards everything.

he opened the door for you to climb in and buckled your seatbelt for you before slamming the door shut. he walked to the other side before hopping in and beginning to drive.

“daddy..” you whimpered, tears streaming down your pretty face.

he remained silent, afraid of letting his anger out on her.

she tried and tried and tried to get his attention. but the entire car ride home was left with tiny sniffles and the sounds of eddie’s rings scratching against the steering wheel.

they eventually arrived home, to his trailer. neither of them moved. it was about 3 minutes that passed by before eddie roughly sighed before getting out and walking around the van to let y/n out. normally whenever he came to her side of the van he would always open the door and immediately pick her up while he wrapped her legs around his waist. instead he held onto her hand as they walked inside.

they sat next to eachother on the couch. eddie blankly staring and y/n trying to tell herself to not cry.

“daddy. can i say somethin please.” she sputtered. hoping for a reply.

“hm baby.” he answered vaguely.

she began to whimper. “i just wan kissie.”

although he was still angry, there was something in the way she had requested a kiss that made his heart break.

he turned to face her before grabbing her face, making sure not to do it too harshly. he kissed her roughly for about 6 seconds long before pulling back.

“there’s your damn kissie.” he huffed before pulling her head into his chest and sighing.

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

CultLeader!Bucky x Naive!Female!Reader

He was so charming and dreamy, making you easily fall head over heels in love with him.

moodboard masterlist

[sweetcherrywish]

cherry hill !

your moodboard !!

you’re known for the stuffed bunny, rodger, that you carry around, your special sweet cherry scent, and your usual romance novel. you have a cat named billy and all your notes are decorated with hearts from a red ball pen with kisses from lydia and her red lipstick!

played by… you ofc <333

[kostantina]

Getting into a relationship was not something Tom had in mind when he made plans for the future, but that changed when he met you, a member of the Malfoy family with an innocence uncommon among witches, making him very enamoured with you without you having to make far too much effort for him to like you, unlike others. He was very much aware that it was not love that he felt for you, contrary to what you were wishing for. Still, he could pretend that it was and begin being in a romantic relationship with you if it guaranteed that he would be able to have you all to himself and be the first ever man to touch you in ways you hadn't experienced. Now, he found himself at your opulent manor for the Christmas celebration to which he had been begrudgingly invited and saw this as the ideal time to finally attain what he had craved for so long, and that was you. So, while your elder brother was only in another room entertaining the guests and unknowingly unlocking the gate for him to ravage you like a wolf to a sheep, he brazenly made the best of your obvious fondness for him to have a special kind of fun with you in your bedroom. If Abraxas learned about it, it would assuredly make for a comical scene—for Tom, at least.

[whygalaxy]

Little One

♡⃕ Relationship} ElQuackity x Naive!Fem!Reader - (Slight) Quackity x Naive!Fem!Reader

♡⃕ Summary} "You are the 18 year old daughter adopted by Quackity. You attracted everyone's attention as soon as you arrived, even your father's twin brother... ElQuackity"

♡⃕ TW.} NSFW; Smut; Dub-con; Innocent Kink; Size kink; Size difference; Stepcest; Reader is very innocent and naive; Reader is childish (she didn't have a good childhood); Unprotected sex; Sex in a forest.

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. This fanfic may not be suitable for everyone

Quackity was walking around the island, until he heard a strange sound coming from the forest. It sounded like… crying?

He decides to check it out. He enters the forest and passes between the trees, only to find a little girl hurt, crying.

His heart breaks in half when he finds you, he couldn't leave you alone there, all hurt. He wouldn't let what happened to his daughter happen with you.

He approaches you slowly. "Little One?" He whispers, not wanting to scare you. You were scared at first, but he didn't look like he was going to hurt you. He reaches out to stroke your head, and you accept the touch…

“How old are you, little one?” He asked, analyzing your wound. “I’m 18…” you whimper.

You tell him how your parents abandoned you when you were 9 years old in the middle of the forest. You lived the rest of your life alone.

Quackity's heart breaks upon hearing this. You didn't understand anything about the world, so innocent. Abandoned even though it's so young…

He was alone, and you was alone too, so he decides to adopt you. He smiles, he picks you up in his lap and takes you to his house.

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It's been a while since Quackity adopted you. You couldn't be happier! Living with him is simply incredible!

He may be a little forgetful, but he always treated you so well! He took care of you so well! Always paying attention to you and often playing with you! Special games!

You didn't go unnoticed by the island's residents, everyone loved you! And you loved them. You loved spending time with Richarlyson and Pepito.

You also attracted the attention of someone… Unwanted… ElQuackity.

You were just an adorable little thing, he couldn’t deny that he was attracted to you... You were different, he felt a different and unhealthy obsession with you...

An adorable little thing, that he watched whenever he could... Hiding... If someone caught him watching you, of course he would get into trouble...

But what can he do when you're finally alone?...

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You wanted to surprise daddy! So you went to the forest alone, looking for flowers for him.

You were so distracted, picking the flowers, that you didn't notice a silhouette approaching...

“Bueno, bueno… Hola pequeña…” A familiar voice says from behind you, you turn around and face Quackity?….

“Daddy?...” You ask, confused. He lets out a laugh, you were so cute and innocent... Didn't you know who he was? Quackity never told you about him?

“No, silly… I’m your uncle, your daddy’s twin brother.” He says, giving you a soft smile. Your eyes widen and light up, do you have an uncle?! Who is your beloved father's twin brother? Cool!

“Are you my uncle?!” You ask, still surprised, completely forgetting about the flowers. He laughs at your enthusiasm, you were an adorable and naive little thing.

He starts stroking your hair, and you laugh cutely at his gesture. You two were alone, in a forest where they would hardly hear you…. It was the perfect time for him, to indulge his strange and unhealthy obsession.

"Yes! I'm your uncle! And it would be really cool if we played! A really fun and special game!” ElQuackity says in a happy tone, his manipulative nature coming out, manipulating you into doing exactly what he wants.

You quickly accept, why wouldn't you? He's your uncle, and you love to play! He lays you down on the floor, lifting your skirt, exposing your white panties with a pink bow.

You laugh at the joke, sounding strangely familiar to you. He moves to rub your little pussy with his thumb, already feeling that you were wet…

“Already wet? What a pequeña perra…” He whispered to himself, taking off your panties. He gasps at the sight of your pussy, such a lovely little thing…

He runs his fingertips across your lips, collecting your juices, before sticking a finger inside your pussy. You moan in pleasure, feeling good, your warm walls clenched around his finger.

He decides to add another finger, stretching you even further for him. Even though it seemed like he didn't need to... He opens his fingers, making them look like scissors. And then you finally cum on their fingers, you were such a cute little thing.

He takes his fingers out of you, licking them, tasting your juices, “So delicious…” he whispers to himself.

He starts to unbutton the jumpsuit he was wearing, letting it fall and then pulling his underwear down. His hard cock springs out, precum oozing from the tip, he lets out a relieved sigh.

He grabs your little legs, placing them around his hips, and then positions his dick in front of your entrance. “This might hurt a little, mi amor…”

He says, right after that, he pushes his dick inside you, you moan cutely. Your moans were like music to his ears, they were such angelic sounds.

He moans when he feels his cock being fully inside you, being surprised by it, since you were so small...

He starts to fuck you hard, his thrusts were deep and strong. He was holding your hips so hard it would probably leave marks from his hands.

He barely started fucking you, and you were already a crying mess. It didn't take long for you to cum, staining his cock and abdomen with your juices. Geez, you were such a cute little thing, cumming so fast for him…

He continues fucking you hard, he bends down to kiss your cheek and neck. You hold him like your life depends on it, scratching his blue shirt.

You scream as you cum hard again. Your walls squeeze so tight against him, it drives him over the edge.

"Pequeña!" He screams, cumming deep inside your little womb. You moan as he pulls away, feeling empty without him.

He kisses your forehead, putting your panties back on and his overalls on. "Qué niña tan buena", he says, stroking her hair. You laugh and blush at his praise and affection.

He lets you go, but already missing you.

You run up to your daddy happily, wanting to tell him how much fun you had playing with your uncle.

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Quackity was furious, looking for his brother. How dare he touch you?!

He had a netherite axe, ready to attack him as soon as he saw him.

He finds ElQuackity leaning against a tree in the middle of the forest, smoking a cigarette.

"You! Who do you think you are to touch my daughter like that?! You-” Before Quackity could finish, ElQuackity interrupts him

“You’ve played with her, haven’t you?” He asked, blowing smoke in his face. Quackity's eyes widen at the question.

“Of course n-”

"Do not lie to me!" Elquackity shouts, walking towards his brother, throwing his cigarette on the ground in the process.

“She didn’t feel any pain, nor was she bothered by the “game”. She even seemed to know what was going to happen and was already used to it. She's too stupid and naive to know anything!... Admit it” Elquackity says, his face very close to his brother's.

“I… I… Yes..” He says in a tone of denial, not wanting to admit it… ElQuackity smiles darkly at his brother's response;

"Muy bien..."

<3

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Strange Roommate

pairing: vampire!ethan landry x reader, slight chad x reader

summary: chad’s roomie is a little weird but vampires aren’t real, right?

warnings: yandere, possessiveness?, blood, biting, marking, yk the drill, vampire!ethan, dark!ethan, manipulation, reader is kind of oblivious.

You didn’t even know Chad got a roommate until a few days after you settled in New York. To be fair everyone was busy settling in. Until Now.

At the first frat party since moving, You met Ethan. "Hey Chad, Who's this? You ask. Shyly, The boy replied, "Ethan. Nice to meet you." "Y/N, You grin. "He's my roommate, makes living in New York Cheaper, Chad say.

"I know, doofus, You laugh. That had been months ago. And you felt deja vu, since you were at another frat party. Somehow, you got good grades and could party at the same time.

He kept looking down at your neck a few times but brushed it off considering the fact that well, you probably had some bruises on there or something. Obviously had to have something to keep looking at your neck.

“Chad talks a lot about you, Ethan said. "Don't you, Chad?” Chad laughs nervously. "Don't know what he’s talking about.”

“It’s probably because we’re friends and I’m his favorite one, You tease and more so joking. Chad was actually in love with you. And everyone would tease him for it when you weren’t around.

Ethan’s were more so insulting than anything. But you’d never know. And nobody else quite knew why the talk of Chad having a crush on you made him so annoyed.

He hid his jealousy well by laughing. Sure, you barely knew each other, but he knew more about you than he led on. Deceiving You was quite easy, you were believing his nerdy, geeky act so far.

During that party, You noticed weird behavior from him. But you brushed it off. But overall, you found him really nice. and weirdly enough, enchanting? you weren't sure on why you were feeling like that but you were.

He tended to not be in the light and rather, the shadows. While everyone else seemed kind of exhausted, including yourself, he didn't seem tired. But that didn't seem so weird.

You have a few more drinks, before you were drunk. You could barely walk. "Whoa, Y/n, Chad said. "You're really drunk." "Noooo, You slurred, you struggled to walk. "You definitely are, let me help me help you, Chad said, wrapping his arms around your waist, helping you walk. You needed some water.

You slurred some words, probably made some weird comments which you might regret when you're sober. Somehow, You ended up home, passed out in your bed.

If you weren't drunk, Chad would've confessed his feelings for you. That was lucky for Ethan, who had grown obsessed with you. Chad murmurs, "I should you know, stay. Y/n shouldn't be here on her own." He decided on staying. You were drunk and leaving you by yourself wouldn't be the best idea.

You groan. Eventually, Chad falls asleep. But is woken up by some noise. Someone broke in your place. Chad could see someone standing in your bedroom door, coming closer to you. "Y/n! He exclaims, rushing over. He was so in love with you. But whoever it was, was so strong that Chad had been flung to the the other end of the hall.

Chad groans, knowing he was bleeding somewhere. But it was too late. You were sleeping peacefully from being drunk and simply tossed and turned under the covers.

A smile plastered across your face even in your sleep. But a hand was caressing your face as you slept and watched you sleep. For a moment he was considering turning you. But he decided on not to. Humans were more fun, and you certainly were.

And he could hear your heart race as he comes even closer to you. You groan, tossing and turning more. But he was here for a reason. He was thirsty to say the least. And wanted your blood.

Sure he could’ve easily manipulated you but that wasn’t as fun was it? Well, it kind of was, but at the moment he wasn’t thinking logically.

He bit down your neck as gentle as possible. Blood coming from your neck as he fed on you. Your blood tasted better than he imagined. But the bite mark may show people who you belong to. You suddenly begin waking up. Probably from the bite. And he quickly hid.

“My neck hurts, You whine, rubbing your neck to help the aching pain go away. “y/n! Chad says, coming in. “Chad? What are you doing here? You ask.

“You were drunk, I needed to make sure you were okay, so I stayed and then… something broke in, Chad said. Your eyes widen.”What? I mean, thank you for staying with my embarrassingly drunk self but someone’s here?”

You feel something wet on your hand and look down. Blood. You wanted to scream but you didn’t. You got up and went to your bathroom to see what it was that was making you bleed.

You mentally were panicking as you saw you had been bitten it looked like as there was a bite mark. But who or what bit you? Chad was right. Someone was definitely in your home.

“Okay, uh… don’t freak out… you begin.”someone’s definitely here.” “I know! Chad exclaimed but made sure to not sound annoyed because he wasn’t annoyed with you. He could never be annoyed with you.

“And the person had super strength too… Chad added. That’s when you put two and two together. “This might sound so dumb but what if it’s a vampire? You say.”I mean, super strength? This bite mark that oddly looks like a vampire bit me.”

“Vampires aren’t real, Chad pointed out. “They aren’t supposed to be, You murmured.”I feel kind of dizzy.” “Don’t die on me! Chad said.

“I’m not going to die, You say more so softly.”Just tired…” that’s when you passed out. Whether it was from the blood or your nerves you weren’t so sure.

When you woke up, Chad wasn’t anywhere in sight only Ethan. “Ethan? What are you doing here? You say.”And why is some blood on your mouth?”

“I just needed to feed, He whispers. You scoot back and you say,”did you… feed on me? Are you a vampire?”

Using his thumb, Ethan wiped your blood from his mouth while smiling and showed his fangs. That confirmed your fear. Ethan really was a vampire and you needed to run as soon as possible.

“Why did you bite me… you say, trying to stall him as much as possible. “To feed and mark you, because you’re mine, He says.

“Where’s Chad? You say.”I mean.. I swear he was here.” The smirk forming on Ethan’s face told you all you needed to know and you bolted out the door, you thought you had a chance.

Unfortunately he was a vampire and vampires were super fast, faster than any human. So he caught up to you really quick, grabbing you by the waist.

“You can’t run, I’ll always find you, Ethan said. “No, you won’t… you insist, escaping and running even further even though you knew he’d catch you. And you were right. He caught you.

“You’re lucky I’m going easy on you. I could’ve turned you by now, Ethan said. “I don’t want to be a vampire, you frown. “That’s why I said you’re lucky, Ethan said.

[sugume]

Now... Now let's talk about good ole step dad Nanami because.... 💦🐱

so much to talk about w/stepdad Nanami!! he’s so emotionally and sexually stunted, it’s both sad and adorable. stepdad!Nanami is the type to have a deranged stepdaughter who brings meaning back into his life...

I can see stepdad!Nanami just being so sick and tired of life after decades of eat, sleep, work, repeat. he has nothing to come home to, so he forces himself back out into the dating field. he meets your mother, and she takes advantage of him, but he doesn’t know because he’s been out of the dating field for so long, he just thinks that's how it’s supposed to be. 

stepdad!Nanami who meets you after a handful of months and he hates himself for feeling such attraction to you. he knows he shouldn’t—you're the daughter of the women he’s dating—but he just can’t help himself. you’re so different from your mother, albeit you have her crazy spirit, you genuinely care for him. you ask about his health, interests, hobbies, and work. nevertheless, that fact that you’re absolutely stunning. he looks forward to the talks you two have when you come down from college. it feels so good to have meaningful conversations with someone who cares. 

stepdad!Nanami who is a bit naive, so he doesn’t realize your sexual antics at first. he doesn’t think anything of it when you leave the bathroom door open while you shower, he just shuts it for you, trying to respect your privacy. nor does he think anything when you wear the shortest shorts and the tiniest tops. he pops a boner for sure but automatically feels like the worst man on planet Earth. he tries to stop his eyes from wandering but some days—but being so sexually frustrated, he can’t help himself. poor old stepdad!Nanami who you sent a video masturbating, and he thinks you meant to send it to another, so he doesn’t open it. what he doesn’t know is that in said video you're moaning and crying about how much you need your daddy Kento.

...that stepdad!Nanami?? because I can talk about that Nanami <3 

[wanderingelvis]

how about elvis & ditzy/innocent reader doing something in public?

thank you!! i don't do a lot of smut so i hope y'all like this! 🧚

🧚 masterlist 🧚 word count: 1,758

pairing: 70s elvis x innocent!ditzy!reader

warnings: fingering (f receiving), praise k!nk, overstim, public smut, daddy dom dynamics

"This bit is my favourite." You whisper adorably to Elvis, trying to be as quiet as possible and contain your sweet excitement at the scene about to play.

It wasn't uncommon for Elvis to hire out the Memphian Theater for you two and the Mafia. In fact, it was the go-to activity for you all after a long day of Elvis performing, recording or rehearsing. It was however, a bit more unusual for Elvis to let you pick the movie.

The choice was Sleeping Beauty, your favourite movie and Elvis would often call you his 'lil' sleepin' beauty' as you did indeed remind him of Princess Aurora.

Elvis smirked down at you, sat upright by his side, your big round eyes fixed on the screen as you mindlessly parted those pretty pink lips and put popcorn in your mouth, over and over again, your attention not leaving the screen as Aurora met Prince Phillip in the woods for the first time.

Knowing how transfixed his sweet little thing was, Elvis effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, your attention never wavering from the screen as you let Elvis manhandle you like his own little dolly.

Slowly, Elvis started feeding you the popcorn, as you watched the movie like a good girl. Absent-mindedly, you'd wrap your lips around Elvis' thumb or his finger as he'd place it in your mouth so you could suck the sugary sweet residue off his digits.

Truth be told, Elvis hadn't followed along with the movie since the first scene, his attention solely on you. But oh, how he adored watching you be so entertained and sweet for him.

He knew the rest of the Mafia weren't over the moon with your choice of movie, it wasn't exactly the usual Western that they were used to, but Elvis didn't care, he only cared about the sweet thing on his lap. Besides, they were a few rows back, allowing the two of you to have your own space.

All of Elvis' affectionate touches and kisses went over your head initially, your mind elsewhere, enjoying the popcorn you were being fed by the big, old man who's lap you were settled on.

It wasn't until Elvis wrapped a strong arm around your tummy, holding you in place as he shuffled in his place, letting his legs part ever so, so that your legs were now completely apart, each leg dangling over each of his, leaving your core dangerously exposed under your sweet pink skirt, that you begin to feel that funny feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Gently, Elvis' coarse, large hands toyed with the hem of your skirt, his fingers lingering ever closer to your centre. Elvis kept his arm secured tightly around you, holding you in place so you couldn't squirm about as he began to trace circles into your plush thigh.

"Um..." You murmured softly, feeling that all too familiar funny feeling from Elvis' touch.

"Uh-uh doll, no talkin' durin' the movie pretty girl." Elvis reprimanded cooly, whispering in your ear from behind and making your shiver all over, causing you to try and squirm before realising that Elvis was holding you closely to him. "Eyes on the screen lil' one." Elvis instructed, quietly delighting in teasing you.

Elvis didn't wait though before he dragged his hands up your thighs, pushing up your pretty skirt and exposing your panties to the cold air of the theatre.

You blinked sweetly, trying to keep your attention on the movie that Elvis had paid a lot to have screened for you.

It was only when you felt Elvis' fingers toy at the damp fabric between your legs that you let out another stuttered gasp, your head lolling forward ever so, at the sudden sensation.

"Such a sensitive thing, hm?" Elvis whispered into your ear at your reaction at just a mere touch.

See, Elvis was right. It didn't take much for Elvis to stimulate you, he knew you inside out and he knew exactly how to work you into overdrive, and oh how we adored watching you get all antsy and disoriented.

And of course, Elvis knew what he was doing to you. He knew exactly what he wanted to happen during the movie as soon as he'd booked it. He knew that he'd wanted to pleasure you in the darkened room as soon as your eyes went wide with delight when Elvis told about the date night. Even as Elvis held your hand and led you to the seats in the theatre, Elvis knew those hands would be somewhere else entirely within a matter of minutes.

All you knew of course, was that you were excited for the movie that in your words was "just oh so pretty!". Elvis' decidedly darker intentions with you had gone right over your sweet head.

But there you both were, your lips parted and glossy as Elvis' fingers slipped under the damp fabric and began to massage your clit, pressing his thumb onto it and applying pressure as he rubbed you in circular motions.

Elvis watched with a smirk as he felt your chest rise and fall at a quicker and more erratic pace, he relished in the power he had over you.

You began to writhe in his hold before you felt his grip get tighter around your waist, his silent sign to hold still, a sign that you instantly obeyed. But there was nothing that could stop your head falling back on his shoulder as Elvis' fingers rubbed through your glistening folds, slick coating them.

Your breathing had now become erratic with breathy pants leaving your lips as the urge to mewl at the sensation grew and grew.

"Good girl, gotta keep quiet huh?" Elvis hushed, making you want to whine but you knew you couldn't draw any attention to the pair of you. "Now, pay attention to your movie baby." Elvis said, teasing you as he knew you were struggling with even keeping your eyes open, let alone concentrating on the movie on the screen but he just wanted to make you into a little mess.

And without warning, Elvis slipped a finger into your hole, your muscles tightening around it as you whimpered softly, tears pricking at your eyes from the searing pleasure and burn of it.

"That's it, taking it like such a good girl, ain'tchu?" Elvis soothed in your ear, knowing the torment he was putting you through by not letting you moan and whine like you normally would in Graceland.

You managed a feeble nod as your wet lashes fluttered, drinking in the pleasure as Elvis stretched your walls.

"Would you like another one?" Elvis asked cooly, a gloating smile taking over his face as you quickly nodded.

"Yes." You hissed, inadvertently rocking your hips ever so slightly, getting all desperate for Elvis' touch.

But Elvis wasn't one to give up control as he swatted your side at your movements, tsk-ing at you disapprovingly.

"Uh-uh Little, you just sit tight and keep them eyes on the screen and behave." Elvis reprimanded, as he stretched you further, putting in another finger, pumping them in and out of your pretty pussy, placing gentle kisses on your cheek and neck, overstimulating you more and more by the minute.

Your face was all flushed and pink, your hands balmy as you gripped onto Elvis' strong arm that was across your tummy with one of them and continued to hold the box of popcorn tightly with the other.

Elvis quickened his pace in you, watching with intensity as he watched a tear fall from your wet lashes. "Mmm baby, yer so sweet n' soaked, ain't ya?" Elvis teased lowly, watching you furrow your brow, trying so hard to be a good girl like you'd been told and keep in the moans you wanted to desperately to let out.

At this point, you're in total bliss, you're nothing more than a dripping mess in Elvis' arms, totally succumbed to his touch and desperate for more of it.

And this is exactly why Elvis is just so in love with you. You're his little dolly, to use exactly the way he wants, whenever he wants. It doesn't matter if the entire Memphis Mafia are 10 rows behind you, it doesn't matter if this is your favourite movie that you haven't seen for years, it doesn't matter that your panties are by your ankles in the middle of the Memphian, all that matters is that you belong to Elvis.

Truth be told, despite Elvis telling you multiple times not to make a peep, he didn't actually care if anyone heard the two of you, in fact, it turned him on to know that he had this sort of dominance and power over you that everyone would know that you're his, that you listen and follow every word that comes out of his mouth, that you love him just as much as he loves you.

You can feel that 'love' underneath you too, rock hard and huge, pressing into your ass, as he continues to pump his fingers into you and you bite your lip in a desperate bid not to cry out loud.

It didn't take long for Elvis to quicken his already fast pace on you, sending you into sensory overload, not being able to cope and hold it in any more.

"Let it out f'me." Elvis soothed sternly and it wouldn't be a lie to say your vision went all blurry and starry as your mind become clouded and you felt that familiar warmth spread through your body and your pussy leaking on Elvis' fingers and pant leg.

You couldn't help but let out a gasp as Elvis removed his fingers from you and Elvis didn't reprimand you this time, knowing that all you'd been was a good girl for him.

Elvis manouvered you ever so slightly so he could grab your damp panties that had fallen to your ankles and pocketed them before you had the chance to lazily grab them, he'd give them back to you when you both arrived back to Graceland.

Elvis watched you with that shit-eating grin on his face as you blinked hazily, looking adorably dumb-founded as you sat in his lap, cum dripping down your bare leg as you looked up at him with that gorgeous, innocent gaze that Elvis could simply die for.

"You're gon' miss the movie dolly." Elvis said softly, pointing his ring clad finger at the screen, as he rubbed soothing circles in your back, knowing you'd be begging to come back to the movie theatre in no time.