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coquettexnightz · 2 months

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| Innocent Enemy |

Finn Shelby X Oswald Mosleys daughter!Reader

( WARNING: 18+ content, Raw sex, loss of virginity, breeding kink, enemies to lovers, innocent! Reader, mean! Finn, exhibition kink, cream-pie, getting caught, superiority complex, barely a hint of Michael Gray, etc. )

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Finn only hated the girl because he was told to. She was barely younger than him, only by a couple of months, but she was Oswald Mosleys daughter. So, she was not exactly an enemy in public. She was more of a foe, especially when she was catching on to Tommy Shelby’s plan.

But despite his hate for her, he grew jealous as he watched his cousin, Michael Gray, trap her in a corner with a smirk on his face. He curled a piece of her hair around his finger, blowing his cigarette smoke above her head.

She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, because Michael Gray was undeniably good looking. But there was two problems. One, he was married. And two? Well, Y/n hated to admit it…but she was sweet on Finn Shelby, the youngest Shelby brother. Her favorite. Even if he acted like he hated her.

But where did it all start? Well—

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Finn had come into his brothers house late, drunk. Not noticing that Tommy was currently in a tense meeting with Sir Oswald Mosley.

Fortunately, he didn’t bother them at all. Only— Mosley’s teenage daughter. Who was sitting on the couch, one leg propped up on the couch, her knee pressed against her chest. Her heels long gone to wherever she had kicked them.

Finn stood in the doorway, leaning on it as he stared at her in silence. Her head was laid onto the head of the choice, making Finn want to walk up and wrap his hand around her thin throat.

Y/n was extremely tired, she had been waiting almost an hour for her dear father to end the meeting. She only came because she believed it would be quick, as all of his other meetings with the Shelby’s typically were.

Now, this particular occurrence was before the attempted assassination on Sir Mosley.

“Tired?” Finn spoke up with a smirk, sticking his hands in his pockets. Y/n slowly looked forward, taking her head off of the couch. She simply stared at him, her hair slightly falling into her tired, pouty face. “It ain’t safe to fall asleep here…y’never know what someone may do to someone like you.” Finn spoke mischievously.

Y/n sighed tiredly, rubbing her face gently. She dropped her leg back down onto the couch, her legs parting, “Someone like me? Is that supposed to be an insult, Mr. Shelby?” She mumbled, her eyes closed as she dropped her head back onto the couch. “I do believe I am quite the good girl. My Daddy says so many times per day.” She hummed with her eyes remaining closed.

This particular act had shown Finn that she was not afraid of him, which made him angry. He clenched his jaw and began making quick but quiet strides over to her. Why do his brothers get to have all of the fun? He thought.

Y/n had yet to notice him, only opening her eyes out of shock when he forced his knee in between her thighs. “Hey!—,” She began, almost catching the attention of her father who was just in the other room.

But Finn lunged forward, too drunk for his own good as he gently but firmly gripped her jaw and tilting her head upward to stare into his darkened eyes. “Yer cute…acting as if you aren’t afraid of me.” Finn laughed bitterly.

She pouted, “I’m not.” She replied with no hesitation.

Finn breathed outward deeply from his nose, “I could shoot you right now, I could do anything I see fit to you. You’re just a small, little…spoiled posh girl.”

Y/n brought her smaller hand up to hold softly onto Finns wrist, “So are you. We’re the same.” She whispered sweetly. “We are both children of God, are we not?” She spoke so innocently, making Finn bite his lip and loll his neck.

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And that was their first impressions on each other.

Now, they were once again at Tommy’s house. Michael only being there for the meeting with Tommy, Arthur, and Oswald Mosley.

Oswald had picked Y/n up from her Catholic private school just fifteen minutes before their arrival. Her uniform had long dried by then but her hair was still damp and lying in her face.

Making her more attractive as she stared nervously up at Michael through her eyelashes. Michael glanced over his shoulder and sent Finn a smirk, causing the younger boy to come storming over.

Michael at least expected for his cousin to say something, but Finn only slid his hand through the small gap in between their bodies and grabbed Y/n’s wrist.

Y/n made no attempt to pull away from Finn, simply letting him drag her down the halls and up the stairs of Tommy’s manor. She didn’t even question him as he pulled her into a bedroom, but not just any bedroom. Tommy’s bedroom.

Finn didn’t bother to lock the door, dragging her toward the bed and giving her a gentle shove. She fell on her butt, onto the edge of the bed. She stared at up Finn blankly, her hands conveniently placed perfectly in her lap.

Meanwhile, Finn knew nothing of Personal space, standing so, very close to Y/n. So close that his crotch was almost in her face, but if the seemingly innocent girl had noticed, she sure hadn’t made any indication that she did.

“Yes, Finn?” Her voice came out so softly that Finn couldn’t resist the urge to pick her up and toss her higher onto the bed.

She yelped in surprise as he did just that, Finn crawling toward her. Subconsciously, she spread her legs for him, making him smirk. “Mm…Already so obedient, eh?” He teased, placing his hands on her knees.

Y/n remained silent, staring up at him with doe eyes as he slowly slid his hands down the soft skin of her legs until he reached her ankles.

Finn placed his legs on her own, keeping her pinned down onto the bed by her lower half. Finn took it upon himself to grab the hem of her dark, plaid school skirt and slide it up her legs. Revealing a short, ruffly under skirt, matching with white garters that had a bow on the back of each.

Finn groaned, “You wear this to school?” He wondered, leaning down and rubbing his nose softly against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Y/n shivered slightly, nodding with a pout, “Daddy bought a whole set of ‘em for me.” She mumbled, embarrassed.

“Course’ he did.” Finn chuckled in response. “I hate to say it but— it’s time to take them off for the day.” He spoke huskily, his fingers working to unbuckle the garters.

Once he had successfully done so, he ever so slowly rolled each sheer sock like tights down her legs. Throwing each across the room before moving his hands up to the hem of her skirt. He held in a laugh when he realized the zipper was on the back.

He gave her no warning, lifting his body weight off of her before speedily flipping her onto her stomach. He stood on his knees, quickly unzipping her skirt and pulling it down her butt, along with her cotton panties.

“Fuck, can already see how soaking you are, Love.” Finn licked his lips, placing one hand on the small of her back, slipping his hand into her light pinkish white blouse.

“Finny?” Y/n breathed out, resting her cheek on her crossed arms. Finn only hummed in response, moving to flip her over for the last time in order to unbutton her thin blouse. “I am a virgin.”

Finn looked into her eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “I’ve known.” He informed her lowly as he unbuttoned each button leisurely. His free hand running through her now dry, soft hair.

Once the two teens were fully undressed, lying together as if they were a puzzle, Finn promised himself that he would make Y/n cry. If she had yet to be afraid of him, then he’d use his power in this situation to make her cry and beg. That way, he could imagine that she was practically terrified of him.

“So much for being Daddy’s good little girl, right? Now? You’re my little girl.” Finn whispered contently as he sucked and licked her neck. Y/n let out a moan as Finn grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip in between her sticky, virgin folds. “I’ve never ‘ad a virgin.” Finn mumbled against her swollen and bitten lips. “S’gonna hurt.”

But he gave her no time to process this, very slowly pushing in, inch by inch. A sly grin was plastered on his face as she began whimpering in pain, her eyes tearing up. “Finn, it hurts.” She began to cry, leaning up off of the mattress, sliding her arms around his neck.

“I told you it would, Silly girl.” He teased quietly, his eyes slightly rolling back as he bottomed out. “Fuck.” He tried his damndest to stay in place, but as Y/n wriggled below him, he wanted so badly to slam into her repeatedly.

Y/n gasped, “Move, move. Please, Finn.” She spoke desperately all of a sudden, catching Finn off guard.

Finn didn’t need to be told twice, slowly pulling out, looking down to be met with his blood coated cock. He gripped the fat of her hips as he thrusted into her tight, hot walls. “You’re so tight. But so dirty, letting Daddy fuck you in a gangsters bed.” Finn chuckled, Y/n crying out and trying her best to pull him closer to her.

“M’sorry— just…please? Please go faster?” She begged hopelessly, her hand moving up to his hair.

Finn did just that, his hips slamming into hers. If anyone were to stand outside of the room, they’d hear the mutual moans and cries from both parties, along with the wet squelching and slapping of skin.

It was so lewd. So nasty. So risky. How could she lose her cherished virginity to a Peaky Blinder Gypsy and let her maidenhead blood bleed out onto the white sheets of the boss’ bed.

Y/n knew it was a sin, but she couldn’t help it. It felt too good as Finn slammed into her. Finn let out a louder, deeper moan, still thrusting in but slightly slower now as his hands flew down to Y/n’s plush thighs. He gripped them, practically throwing her legs around his waist.

Due to the lack of stability, Y/n’s body was sliding up and down the bed.

“Feels s’good!” Y/n cried out, accompanied by Finns even louder and careless moans. Neither seemed to realize that everyone in the house could hear them from all the way upstairs.

“Yeah?” Finn softly spoke. “It’d feel even better if I came deep, deep into your little tummy. Filling you with Shelby babies? Gypsy babies. Would you like that?” Finn cooed, sliding his hand under her body. His hand splayed out on the middle of her back, pulling her upward so that they could be chest to chest as the two grew closer and closer.

“Yes, yes.” Y/n nodded blissfully, not even understanding what was going on. “Fill me, Finny.”

“Oh, I will. Then when you swell up with my baby, you’ll have to marry me. No matter what happens.” Finn grinned widely, cutting himself off with an unexpected groan as Y/n clenched on him. “She’s practically sucking me in, Love. Just asking to be fed.”

As they neared, so did Mosley and Tommy. Curious as to where the yells and cries were coming from.

Y/n wrapped her arms tightly around Finns neck as he slowed his pace. He slowly pushed in and out of her, one arm wrapped around her back, his other free hand cradling her head in order to keep in the crook of his neck.

“I can feel how close you are, just let it go. Then I will too, and you’ll be full to the brim with my babies.” Finn whispered, placing endless kisses to the side of her head, rubbing the back of her head with his thumb.

Y/n nodded, her jaw slack as she rested her almost limp head on Finn’s.

Finn sped up in his last few seconds worth of thrusts. And just as both teens felt their climax come flying forward, the bedroom door flew open. For Mosley had thought that someone was hurting his sweet little girl, judging by the cries that were heard from just outside the door.

But as him and Tommy stopped midway through the room, their eyes landed on Finn and Y/n. Bare naked, not even bothering to cover up with the sheets as they fucked.

The two noticed the older men immediately, and despite their embarrassment, Finn couldn’t seem to stop his hips from moving. Riding out their highs as tears flowed down Y/n’s cheeks. Finn focusing on pushing his cum deep into her womb.

“Well…it seems as if we may need to arrange a ceremony?” Mosley began with a smirk as the teens settled down. Tommy glared at Mosley for a short second, making the man shrug. “What? I can’t let people think my daughter’s innocence was taken before her wedding night.” Mosley snickered happily.

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coquettexnightz · 3 months

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Michael Gavey Smut 🙏

I'm almost done with my Michael

Gavey fic, I will add the link here when I'm done

-———> Wet Fruits, Michael Gavey

#smut #fanfiction #michael gavey #ewan mitchell #saltburn #18+ content #18+ minors dni #18+ only #ewanverse #michael gavey smut #michael gavey x reader #michael gavey x you #michael gavey x y/n

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coquettexnightz · 5 months

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I love your Mickael gray fic it was amazing. Thats all. 😁

Thank you so much 🩵

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coquettexnightz · 6 months

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| Laughter In Fear |

- 18+ content, corruption kink, noncon, kinda smut, teasing, loss of virginity, bullying, experiment gone wrong. -

Jonathan kidnapped young Y/n Wayne, wanting desperately for Batman to appear. Jonathan had watched the sweet girl for years, taking pictures of her and pinning them to his wall. He wanted desperately to see what his fear toxin would do to her, if and how bad it would affect her.

So, as she was walking home after staying late at school that day, a van pulled up and a masked man yanked her into the van. She screamed and screamed until she passed out, all of the men having to hold her down till she did so. They cursed themselves and Jonathan upon seeing the cuts and bruises she had formed on their bodies. But they weren’t allowed to make one single mark on her, per Jonathan’s orders.

“She’s barely breathing.” Jonathan scoffed, carrying Y/n to a chair and shooing his men away. He grabbed his camera and set it up, clicking play. He’d make it perfect, just to send it on over the Batman himself. “Wakey, wakey, innocent Wayne girl.” He hummed, his fingers dancing along her pale, thin leg.

Goosebumps formed along her body as her eyes fluttered open. Jonathan had only bothered to tie her hands behind her on the chair, then her legs to the bottom legs of the chair. But he hadn’t taped her mouth shut…she whimpered, looking around frantically, completely missing the camera. She looked down at her clothing. Her jacket had been discarded, her white, polo shirt had all three of its buttons unbuttoned. Revealing her white, lace bralette. Her dark grey, pleated skirt was hitched up slightly, almost letting the camera catch sight of her panties. Then, her white socks that laid just below her knees were still there, but not her sleek, black flats. “Who—…” Jonathan cut her off.

“I’m here to teach you.” He hummed proudly as if he was doing a good deed.

“I— I don’t understand.” Y/n whimpered, catching sight of the camera. “Huh?” She cried out, trashing around once Jonathan began to undo the single button on the side of her skirt.

“It seems as though we may need to cut this off of you…” Jonathan winced, acting as if it was an accident as he glanced back at the camera smugly.

“Leave it. Please, leave it, please. Oh, please.” Y/n begged, trying her best to kick her frail legs around. Jonathan thought about sending this video out to everyone he could, so they would know that she would soon be his.

“No, baby. It’s okay, it must be so uncomfortable.” He gave her a teasing look, almost mocking her terrified state. “All we need to do is get you undressed, imagine you’re going to shower. You can’t shower with clothes on, can you?” He mocked.

Her eyebrows furrowed in utter obliviousness, shaking her head with a pout as if it was obvious. She knew nothing of what he was hinting toward. “But I’m not going to shower?” She almost questioned herself, jumping as he pulled out a pocket knife and cut a hole into the crotch of her skirt. Slipping his fingers through the hole and ripping the skirt in half, tossing it to the side.

“I did say, ‘imagine,’ didn’t I? Oh, look at these pretty little panties. I knew you were innocent.” Jonathan got onto his knees, spreading her thighs and leaning closer to her untouched pussy. “You see this, Batman? Will you come save this innocent baby girl?” Jonathan smirked back at the camera deviously, not missing how Y/n’s breath got caught in her throat as he mentioned the Batman. Only further confirming his suspicions.

He suddenly jumped up with a gasp, jogging over toward his fear toxin. He grabbed his mask and kneeled in front of the camera, sliding it over his head before swiftly turning around to face the scared school girl. She got ready to scream before Jonathan pounced forward and slipped two fingers between her plump lips.

“Now, relax. This may or may not hurt. It shouldn’t…but—! Who knows?” He giggled ecstatically. He used his free hand to spray the fear toxin, jumping back to stare at the awaiting masterpiece. He knew no one would hear if she screamed, but he worked himself up for nothing. She began crying, kicking her legs. Her eyes wider than ever, gasping and whimpering. Tears flowed down her cheeks, “Mommy?” She cried, staring up at the ceiling. “Daddy?” She then questioned, tilting her head back to rest on the chair. She quieted down, still whimpering to herself with her eyes closed.

But then, Jonathan thought he was losing his mind— more so than he already had. He almost thought that he heard her soft cries shift into a fit of extremely quiet giggles. But he brushed it off and gave the camera a slight questionable look. He assured himself that she was just crying. But then? The presumable quiet giggles turned into louder ones, taking her head off of the chair. She locked eyes with Jonathan and he smirked upon seeing her smile.

She broke into cynical laughter, then, Jonathan slowly did as well. He had broke her, she was corrupted by the fear toxin. Her fear had broken her, for she was now laughing at the thought. She looked into the camera, her laughter and Jonathan’s mixing together. Jonathan moved to sit on his knees beside her, giggling excitedly as he kissed her thigh. He began untying her legs from the chair, then her arms.

They were as if Joker and Harley Quinn had died and come back to life. But they were their own people, just laughing together despite the fact that they should have been enemies. “Oh, thank you. That did not feel pleasant at all.” Y/n sighed in content, both of their laughs dying down.

The rest of the video was spent in numerous spots of the room. Jonathan had Y/n on her knees, fucking her face, still clad in her panties and polo shirt. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, smirking and rolling his head backward in pleasure. Then, Jonathan was sat on the floor, Y/n bouncing on his hard cock. Their moans clouded the room, the camera at the perfect angle to the point where you could see Jonathan’s blood coated cock.

Y/n whined in pain and pleasure as she bounced endlessly, having just lost her virginity. The loud squelching of their juices was also caught by the camera, Jonathan moaned loudly with an open mouthed smile at the thought of the Batman practically pissing himself in anger at the realization that his innocent little sister had been driven to the brink of insanity.

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Y/n could now be seen around Gotham, skipping down the dirty streets without a care in the world. No one but the Batman had seen that video…so far. All of Jonathan’s followers now respected Y/n just as much as Jonathan. He had made it clear that she was his and his only, they knew he was serious when Y/n cracked a joke. Due to their insane, synchronized laughter.

Y/n Wayne had yet to go back to her home, having no sense of need to see her brother. She spent all her time either with Jonathan or the Jokers girl, Harley Quinn. Which! Is who she was currently with, “Trust me, Wayne, honey. You wear this? You’ll be fucking like bunnies for years.” Harley cackled.

Y/n smirked, “Who says we aren’t already?” She giggled jokingly, even though she was serious.

“Oo. Bad girl.” Harley scolded, pointing at her new friend.

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“He’s here.” Jonathan mumbled to the men and Y/n. She jumped up with a smile, leaning down to kiss Jonathan. He smirked and slid his hand into her button up school shirt that had only been buttoned by the single middle button. Leaving her stomach and breasts on full display, you could tell that she had been getting her fashion advice straight from Harley Quinn herself. Just as Jonathan always opted to wear his suits, Y/n continued to wear her school uniforms. Only, she sexualized them more than usual.

“Who?”

Jonathan pulled his hand out of his girlfriends hot pink push up bra and smiled as he looked up into the sky, holding her closer by grabbing her ass from under her skirt. “The Batman.” He replied excitedly.

Y/n laughed excitedly, jumping away from Jonathan and pacing restlessly. “Batman? Oh, Batman, where art thou Batman?” She hummed, gently grabbing Jonathan’s hand and hugging him.

Bruce watched his little sister from a far, his lip curling in disgust at the remembrance of that vile video Jonathan had created. A complete porno, with the plot of corrupting the innocent Wayne girl.

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Everyone in Gotham now new that Bruce Wayne’s little sister had gone completely mad. With the help of Jonathan Crane, they were an infamous couple. Batman had caught the two and they were put into Arkham Asylum, both in straight jackets. Batman knew he shouldn’t have, but he ordered for them to be put in the same room. He knew his sister had attachment issues. If she was that close with Crane, she’d hate Bruce for separating them, if she ever got better.

So, now, as they were both being interrogated, they couldn’t take it serious. Leaning over and kissing each other the best they could despite their arms being restrained by the jacket.

After the whole useless interrogation, Jonathan whispered in Y/n’s ear, to which she nodded with a large smile. “Next time they bring us our lunch, tell them she’s eating for two.” Jonathan smirked, both of them bursting into laughter upon seeing the man’s shocked face. He immediately gathered his things and rushed out, still able to hear their laughter as he walked down the hall.

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A/n; If you spot any grammar or spelling mistakes, that’s my bad, I’m trying to post a couple things to empty out my drafts quickly.

#fanfiction #smut #jonathan crane #batman #corruption kink #experiment #loss of virginity #tw noncon #bullying #18+ content #thomas wayne #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #cillian murphy x reader

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coquettexnightz · 6 months

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More nsfw skinhead stuff pleaseeeeee🐇🌸✨🫶

I will surely try and make time do write another, I also definitely gotta update my kinktober 🫢

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coquettexnightz · 7 months

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| Bossy Big Brother |

- 18+ content, Incest, bossy! Michael, bratty! Reader, being caught, someone watching, teasing. -

Michael had been back with his family for a while now, with the expedition of one. His little sister. Y/n Gray who he hadn’t seen in so long. He had learned that she was sent to Saint Catherine’s school for girls when the Shelby brothers arrived back from war and began their business. They believed that Birmingham was no place for the innocent girl. So, when money began rolling in, they sent her off.

Of course, Y/n was sad to be away from her family. But, she was definitely happy to be with new friends and to live in a clean aired environment with nice scenery. After two years of attending the all girl school, she graduated early and was sent back home.

Polly was ecstatic upon receiving the letter that her daughter would be arriving very soon. She was frantic, making sure the house was clean, forcing the boys to all be there to welcome Y/n. Michael felt as if the day was going by extremely slow, too slow. He couldn’t wait to see his sister, his lovely sister. He blushed at the remembrance of the night before. How he laid in bed, jerking off to the photo she had sent to him just a year before. They had been in slight contact over the years, barely.

“Move, John!” Polly shoved Jon out of the way upon hearing the soft knocks on the door. As she fumbled with the locks eagerly, Y/n stood on the other side of the door with normally widened eyes, glancing around patiently as she kept her hands held behind her.

As Polly swung the door open with a nervous smile, she was met with her beautiful daughters face. “Hi, Mom!” Y/n smiled, lifting a hand to provide a soft wave before going back to her original stance. The boys peeked over from around the corner, one head above the other as if they were in a cartoon.

Y/n definitely looked different. The wild looking girl with dirt on her face was gone. Switched out with a well rounded woman with perfect hair and naturally pink cheeks. Michael smirked at this.

“Oh, Y/n!” Polly happily exclaimed, engulfing her into a tight hug, placing her hand on the back of her head. “We all missed you.” She mumbled into her soft hair.

As Polly let go of Y/n, Michael smiled, “You’re back!” Y/n gasped and jumped over her bag, carefully jogging over to Michael, holding her skirt up slightly. She jumped toward him and he easily lifted her up, placing his hand on the small of her back and holding her flush against him as he spun her around.

Polly watched with a happy, motherly smile, thinking it was all completely innocent. But Tommy was the first to notice how Michael held his little sister, looking over to his brothers to see if they saw the same thing.

Over the next couple of days, the two siblings got along well. Y/n was perfectly behaved, better than she used to be. But Michael began to loose his innocent facade, becoming quite the bossy big brother. This aggravated Y/n enough to cause her to ignore him at times when he attempted to boss her around.

Michael would do things like telling her to be home at a certain time, or determining if she was allowed to go somewhere or not. Now, as Y/n was doing her hair in the restroom, Michael banged his fist on the door urgently. “I need to piss.” He called out to her.

“Okay!” Y/n replied innocently. Not knowing Michael did not need to use the restroom, he just wanted to give her a hard time. He thought it was fun.

As she opened the door, Michael shoved his way through slowly. He pushed her body against the side of the doorway, his trousers making contact with her thin skirt. Y/n gasped as Michael pressed his hips closer to hers, moving to twirl a piece of her curled hair around his finger. “Took you long enough.” He whispered in her ear, letting go of her and leaning against the opposite side of the door frame. He took a puff of his cigarette and blew the smoke out after inhaling, breathing through his nose. Y/n frowned and stomped away, ignoring his inappropriate behavior.

Later that night, Y/n went to bed early. She was so tired that after her shower, she forget to put clothes on. But at least she remembered to sleep under the covers, right?

At an ungodly hour, Michael crept into her bedroom, hoping for her to awake. “Y/n?” He whispered upon entering her room after shutting the door. His eyes landed on his little sister, laying on her stomach. Her butt covered with her thin floral bedsheet, her leg poking out and hanging off of the bed, her head rested on her crossed arms.

He sat on the edge of her bed, placing his hand on the small of her back and rubbing circles into it to attempt to wake her up without scaring her. He gently squeezed her side, making her whine and furrow her eyebrows. She looked back at him with a pout, “Michael?”

“I had a nightmare, let me sleep with you?” He pouted, feigning innocence. His sister was so gullible, of course she’d allow it. She usually did anything Michael asked her, even if she didn’t want to.

“Okay.” She mumbled sweetly, nodding and shutting her eyes, ignoring the fact that she was completely naked in front of her older brother. Michael stood up and began taking off his pajamas, “What’re you doing?” She whispered tiredly but didn’t look away as he took off his pants.

“I sleep better this way.” He answered, but what shocked Y/n was that her brother was not wearing underwear. He got into bed with her like it was nothing, immediately pulling her back against his chest. Weirdly, Y/n didn’t really mind. But neither sibling could go back to sleep.

Michael smirked, an idea popping into his head. Slowly, his fingers danced across her hipbone, moving to tickle her stomach. Y/n let out a giggle, turning to Michael and lightly slapping his shoulder. Michael pushed her playfully, pinning her shoulder to the bed and using his free hand to tickle her arm.

She laughed a little louder, moving to tickle Michael as well. At this point, they were both laughing and hitting each other, pushing each other around. Paying no attention to the door which was cracked open, forgetting to be quiet as they may or may not have woken someone up.

But as Michael grew hard and pinned his baby sister to the bed, slotting himself between her spread thighs, grinding himself down onto her wet pussy…their laughs turned into quiet moans.

Meanwhile, John was very confused as to what was occurring in his cousins bedroom at such a late hour. He looked into the slight crack in the door, watching as Michael stuck his cock into his own sister. John grew hard as his young cousin whined in slight pain. She was obviously a virgin, so, it didn’t surprise him.

But after a couple kisses and slow thrusts, Y/n continued her almost silent moans of pleasure. “Michael, is this wrong?” She whined, Michael sliding his hand under her back and pulling her upward, using his other hand to cradle her head.

Michael groaned, maintaining his slow pace. “No, no.” He babbled, his eyes rolling backward as he leaned down to softly kiss his little sister.

“What if someone catches us? Like mom?” She worried against his lips.

“She won’t, they won’t.” Michael assured her, completely oblivious to his older cousin watching them through the door. Michael placed her body back down on the bed and held onto her hips, the bedsheet falling from Michaels waist and settling on the bed. Michael pulled her butt upward, hitting a deeper spot. His tip touched her cervix, Y/n’s body slightly bouncing along with her breasts.

John kept his eyes on her sweet looking face, trailing down to her breasts. He was so distracted that he didn’t even notice himself entering the room— until the door creaked. Y/n didn’t notice, but Michael did. He slowed his thrusts even more barely pulling out and thrusting back in at a snail like pace, Y/n’s eyes fluttering shut.

Michael looked over his shoulder, gripping his sisters hips even tighter. He smirked mischievously at John before leaning down to kiss Y/n’s nipple. “Y’know, you were crying about how bossy I am…now your crying cause’ of my cock. Ironic, isn’t it?” Michael chuckled darkly. “The bossy big brother fucking his bratty little sister stupid.” He teased.

Y/n finally opened her eyes to see John jerking off, his hard cock having been pulled out of his nice trousers. “John caught us, Mikey.” She teared up, trying to stop Michael from cumming inside of her. But Michael didn’t stop, speeding up as fast as he could and emitting a gasp from Y/n’s lips. Her eyes widened as John smirked at her, signaling that it was okay.

Just as John came on the floor, Michael came deep inside of Y/n. Causing Y/n to whine in response and cum as well, a ring of cum forming around the base of Michaels dick as he made sure his cum stayed inside of her.

“Dirty kids.” John laughed quietly as he exited Y/n’s room.

#john shelby #michael gray #peaky blinders #fanfiction #cousins #siblings #caught #exhibition kink #smut #18+ content #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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coquettexnightz · 7 months

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| Smell It A Mile Away |

- 18+ content, Menophilia! -

Every night, Marko met up with his best human friend. His only human friend. David had been telling him it was time to turn her, no matter if she agreed to it or not…but Marko felt the urge to wait for his mate.

One day, Marko could immediately smell her upon entering the boardwalk. He smirked and spared no words to his brothers before walking toward the sweet smell. He knew it was her time of the month, he was more than excited.

What he didn’t expect as he approached her, was for her to shy away and try to excuse herself.

“Sorry, Marko. I really should get going.” Y/n mumbled in embarrassment as she turned to walk away.

Marko quickly grabbed a hold of her arm, yanking her back toward him to where her back was pressed against his chest. “Why’re you blowing me off, little girl?” He snarled into her ear, never having been so rough with her.

Y/n knew that her best friend was a vampire, she knew all about vampires and how much they knew. She had hoped that Marko wouldn’t show up to the boardwalk tonight, but of course, he did. He would never pass up a time to hang around with his favorite girl, and she should have expected that.

For a second, as Marko acted clueless as to why Y/n didn’t went to be around him, she almost believed that he couldn’t tell that she was on her period.

“I’ve been here a while, Marky. You know I’m not allowed out too late, my brothers will come looking.” She pouted.

Marko pulled her into the only alleyway that wasn’t occupied by drugged out surf nazis. He softly pinned her against the stone wall, covered with missing kid posters. Which made her feel more than guilty.

Her stomach was pressed against the wall and Marko didn’t help by pushing his body closer to hers. He brought his hand to her stomach and slid it down to where her uterus should be, “You think I can’t smell it?” He giggled into her ear, biting her neck teasingly. Just hard enough to make her question if he had actually broke skin with his fangs. But he hadn’t. “You’re as fertile as you’ll ever be, baby. My sweet, fertile baby.”

“What’re you doing?” Y/n nervously asked as Marko slid his hand onto her thigh and slowly began to scrunch up her short, pleated skirt.

“You smell so good. It smells so good. So good that I smelt it from almost a mile away, isn’t that something? Hm, my innocent baby?” He teased her, his fingers slowly invading her thin, pink panties.

“We’re best friends, Marko. Please.” Y/n begged, fighting the urge to roll her hips forward into Marko’s rough fingers.

“I bet the boys can smell it right now, I know I do. Fuck— let’s have a taste.” He insisted, swiftly taking his hand out of her panties and quickly turning her around to press her back against the wall.

Marko maintained eye contact as he brought two fingers to his lips and licked the blood off, savoring it. “Oh my god.” Y/n mumbled to herself, almost not believing her eyes. If Edgar and Alan saw their sister like this with this— man…they’d probably stake them both.

“It just isn’t enough, Y/n.” Marko rolled his eyes, stepping closer to his mate and gripping the back of her neck, tangling his fingers into her hair. He used one hand to slide her panties down to her ankles, stepping on them with his boot. “Pick your feet up.” So, she did. Marko kicking her panties away and slotting his right leg in between her legs.

Slowly, he moved his leg back and forth, rubbing it against her bleeding pussy. Y/n moaned and leaned her head back to be closer to Marko’s hand. The feeling of his leather chaps against her bare mound felt way too good to be true.

“Shit. I’ll get you off, but not with my leg. It’s not like I’m a useless virgin.” Marko scoffed, shaking his head with a smirk as he got to his knees and used his strength to pick her up and lay her legs on his shoulders.

Y/n gripped his soft, curly, blonde hair and pulled at it as Marko immediately dived in. Sticking his tongue in between her folds and pushing his face as close as possible to her pussy. Y/n wasn’t embarrassed anymore and Marko was very eager to drink every last bit of her period blood. Any other vampire would get carried away and harm her, but Marko? He knew what to do, even if he was the youngest of the pack.

“Could eat this pussy all night long.” Marko mumbled in between licks. He gripped Y/n’s ass and pulled her so close to the point where all he breathed in was the smell of her and her blood. As Marko began to thrust his tongue into her, causing her to practically scream in ecstasy as she came, many people heard her pleasure filled pleads. But they didn’t stop to check, it was a usual occurrence between couples at the boardwalk. “Don’t you feel good? Knowing you’re the only girl I haven’t murdered and eaten for dinner?”

“Yes.” Y/n sighed, her hands slowly falling from his head. She gazed down at his smirking face, his nose, mouth, and chin covered in her blood. “Oh, Marko…you’re covered.” She whined, her eyes half way shut.

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” He asked happily, picking her up off of his shoulders and standing up. Moving to hold her in his arms.

“You’re unbelievable.” Y/n commented, wrapping her arms around his shoulders lazily and pressing her cheek into his chest.

“Didn’t hear you complaining when I was nose deep in your pussy, now, did I? Now, come on, let me bring you to your brothers.” Marko smiled after using his leather sleeve to wipe most of the blood off of his face.

“They’d kill you.” She scoffed, calling his bluff.

“Let’s just see, come on.” Marko giggled, pulling her softly by the hand and leading her through the crowd. His brothers not too far away, all watching with smirks. They knew tonight would be the night.

#fanfiction #marko the lost boys #80s #rockstar #smut #menophilia #the lost boys #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #vampire #blood

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coquettexnightz · 7 months

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| Stalker Season |

- 18+ Content, Somnophilia -

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Norman had seen her around their small town she had just moved into with her black cat. He had seen her cat roaming around town and picked it up, bringing it back to her small house. Then, she asked how he knew where she lived, to which he replied, “It’s a small town, we always know when people move in and move out of each house. Weird, I know.” Then, they bid their goodbyes and never spoke again.

A month later, Y/n began to get the feeling of being watched. It was now October 30th and she had spent most of her day outside, finishing up her Halloween decorations for her most favorite holiday of the year. It was pitch black when she placed her Jack-O-Lantern onto her porch, her Blake cat rubbing its body against it.

Norman had been watching…and just as Y/n turned her back and bent over to pet her cat, Norman came out from behind the bushes and made quick strides toward her. He had to be quick if he wanted to accomplish what he had been planning since he saw the U-haul trucks in her driveway.

When Norman was so, very close— Y/n swiftly but gently picked up her nimble cat and walked into the house, shutting the door and locking it. Norman cursed to himself, clenching his jaw and walking back to his spot, sitting back down on the thin blanket he had set up hours before.

Not too long after, Y/n put in Halloween, 1978 and began watching it in her living room with her cat beside her. Norman wished he was there as he watched her through the window, not even bothering to hide himself from her line of sight.

Long after the horror movie was finished and Y/n had gone to bed, Norman deciding he couldn’t wait any longer. He crept into her house through the hole in the wall inside the laundry room that the realtors hadn’t informed her of. He avoided her unlucky black cat at all costs, very superstitious of that type of stuff.

Once he entered her room, he quietly sighed, his eyes half way closed in pleasure. There she was, in a large white shirt, laying above her blankets. Her window was open a crack, in order for her cat to come and go. As Norman crept closer, he could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Due to the very thin, white Hanes T-shirt, despite its large size.

Norman already knew she was a deep sleeper, he’d have some real fun with her, that’s for sure. He never wanted a girl more than he wanted Y/n, and now? Now, he had her right where he wanted her, nice, tired, and vulnerable. Ready for the taking.

“You sweet girl, how did you not notice?” He whispered to himself, brushing her soft hair out of her face that was pushed against the baby blue pillowcase.

Norman placed one knee on her bed and leaned over her, trying his best to slowly flip her over onto her back. Once he succeeded, he slid his hand into his pocket and grabbed his switchblade. He brought it to her neck and slid it down a couple of inches, pressing it to the collar of her shirt. He pressed down and managed to poke a hole through the cheap material. He closed the switchblade and stuck it back into his back pocket.

He stuck a couple fingers into the hole of her shirt and gripped the edges, slowly ripping the shirt apart for the easiest access possible. He then maneuvered his hands to be under her back, slowly pulling her body up, causing her head to hang back, arching her neck and opening her lips slightly.

They were now practically hugging, Y/n sound asleep and almost completely naked as Norman stuck his head into the crook of her neck and smelt her dry but freshly washed hair. “I knew you smelt good.” He smirked, placing the smallest kiss onto her limp neck.

He laid her back down and lifted her butt, hooking his pointer fingers into her panties and dragging them down her body. He stuffed them into his back pocket for later and wasted no time hovering over her.

He didn’t bother to take off any clothing, simply unzipping the fly of his jeans after unbuttoning then and pulling his pale cock out of his jeans. He hadn’t work any underwear today, just for the easy access.

“My oblivious little girl.” He hummed as quiet as a mouse, leaning down to kiss the valley of her breasts. She giggled in her sleep, sensitive in that particular spot. Norman pulled back in content, running his hands down her warm arms.

Norman was a virgin, yes. Everyone in town had always thought he was scary, so in result, no girls came his way. But now, this girl knew nothing bad about him and he had the perfect chance.

Y/n yelped in pain, as if she was still stuck in a painful nightmare, she did not awake. Norman moaned quietly and pulled out almost all the way before slowly pushing back into her wet pussy. He had no idea why it was so wet, but he loved it. MTV hadn’t covered this at all, he thought to himself as his eyes clouded with pleasure. Y/n whimpered, her eyes shut softly as she bit her lip unconsciously.

But after only thirty seconds, Norman didn’t know that he would shoot his cum deep into her cervix almost right away. Y/n’s head shooting up and eyes immediately tearing up. “Norman!” She yelled at him, staring up in horror. She thought he was a sweet, quiet guy, not a creep!

In most cases, she’d be lucky for him to cum so quick. But Norman had been pent up for so long that cumming once didn’t help his hard on whatsoever. Her cries egged him on even more, making him harder than he had been before he came.

Norman began to speed up, holding her down in a desperate plead for her to submit to him. “Stop, please.” Norman frowned childishly, pushing her hip down into the bed. Even though he wasn’t the one who had the right to beg for a cease of an action.

Y/n had found Norman cute from the get-go, but didn’t expect for him to break into her house and try to rape her. She was even angrier at herself for becoming extremely wet, especially during the whole thing. It felt so good but so wrong at the same time. “Norman! Not like this, no!” She cried, scratching his chest with her long nails.

Norman moaned, his thrusts uncoordinated due to his very recent loss of Virginity. For Y/n it felt good either way and she knew she’d cum, no matter how hard she tried to hold it in for her own sanity. The loud squelching noises of her tight hole embarrassed her completely, causing her to clamp her eyes shut and look away from Norman who was like a dog in heat.

“Don’t cry, I love you.” Norman pressured her, thinking he could help. He didn’t understand why she told him no. She smiled at him when they met, he thought she liked him. Norman leaned down and kissed her tears, then pressing a kiss to her overheated forehead.

Without thinking, he placed the palm of his hand on her abdomen and pressed down. Emitting an extremely loud cry of pleasure from Y/n’s throat, “Norman!” She has now given in, tears still actively flowing from her eyes, but her body had stilled. With the exception of her hips, rutting up to meet his which were roughly slamming into her. Either way, Y/n still felt very ashamed of herself.

Norman was so inexperienced, rutting into Y/n quicker than before. His cum leaking onto his balls and spreading all over Y/n’s plush thighs. He knew he’d cum again and didn’t intend on pulling out, he didn’t know he’d get her pregnant. Even if he did, he wouldn’t care as he slammed his cock into her. Humping desperately to find a release.

Y/n had came, her tears beginning to dry and her body completely tired out. Blood from Normans cut up chest leaked onto her breasts as her eyes fluttered shut. Norman slammed into her one more time, pulling her up into a hug and cumming as deep into her as he could. “Thank you, Y/n. Thank you.” He mumbled into her neck, placing numerous kisses as he very slowly continued to pump his thick cum into her.

“Mhm.” She hummed tiredly, her arms and body limp, head rested on his shoulder.

#fanfiction #norman reedus #90s #smut #kinktober #norman reedus x reader #somno breeding #stalker #kinktober 2023 #dark fantasy

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coquettexnightz · 7 months

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- 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕 -

• Day 12; Somnophilia: Stalker Season, Norman Reedus.

• Day 13; Menophilia: Smell It A Mile Away, Marko ( The Lost Boys )

• Day 14; Incest: Bossy Big Brother, Michael Gray ( Peaky Blinders )

• Day 15; Noncon: Babysitter Terror, Billy Hargrove ( Stranger Things )

• Day 16; Public: Concert Special, Slash ( Guns N’ Roses )

• Day 17; Vore: Virgins Taste Best, Marko ( The Lost Boys )

• Day 18; Spanking: Specifically Told, Alfie Solomons ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 19; Uniform: Short Skirt, Tall Socks, John Shelby ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 20; Step Siblings: Deceiving Big Brother, Henry Bowers ( IT Chap. 1 )

• Day 21; Tickling: “Now, Go To Bed.”, Alfie Solomon’s ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 22; Masturbation: Morning Welcome, Aemond Targaryen ( The House Of The Dragon )

• Day 23; Deep Throating: To The Wall, Dave Mustaine ( Megadeth )

• Day 24; Taking Advantage: The Stupid Cheerleader, Axl Rose ( Guns N’ Roses )

• Day 25; Pregnancy: Growing Inside Right Now, Tom Riddle ( Harry Potter Franchise )

• Day 26; Grooming: Stolen Child, Alfie Solomons ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 27; S&M: Corruption From The Dirty Boy, Joaquin Phoenix

• Day 28; Cockbulge: Best Friends Little Sister, Sebastian Bach ( Skid Row )

• Day 29; Incest: Just Real Close S’all, Eyeball Chambers ( Stand By Me )

• Day 30; Free Use: Wake Up At Dark, Billy Idol

• Day 31; Incest & Breeding: Nighttime Lullaby, Arthur Shelby ( The Peaky Blinders )

A/n; I changed maybe two or three of the topics because I had no idea what to do with them and they also weren’t very appealing per-say.

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coquettexnightz · 7 months

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| Quiet |

- 18+ Content, breeding kink, british skinheads, fluff, tummy bulge, slow & nervous sex, virgin reader, etc. -

Y/n was walking down the street, zipping up her oversized, leather bomber jacket. She then let her hair down from her curled ponytail due to the cold wind beginning to blow. She stuck her hands into her pockets to warm them up, staring down at her black, slightly ripped fishnets as she did so. Her high Doc Martens were scuffed and beat due to the year she had been wearing them.

Snow was just beginning to barely litter the ground as she walked down the sidewalk. She noticed that she was approaching a group of young, but intimidating skinheads. Some were either her age or maybe even older, about two young boys alongside them. They were all dressed quite similar, their typical look.

Her mom always advised her to stay away from them, so she tried her best. But today it seemed almost unavoidable as she got closer. She kept her head down but glanced up every once and a while to make sure she didn’t run into anything. That would be embarrassing. Curiosity got the best of her, glancing over at the group to see if they had noticed her.

They had, especially one of the main boys. He looked to be one of the leaders of the group, if there was one. She accidentally made eye-contact with him, her eyes widened as she sped up, trying to get by as fast as possible with no confrontations. But she wasn’t fast enough, “Aye, princess?” One boy called out, a younger one. He seemed more outgoing and talkative than the older boy did. “Wait, we don’t bite.” He snickered.

Y/n stopped walking, pursing her lips and glancing around before sucking it up and turning around to walk toward them. “Yes?” She asked quietly, looking around at the group of boys.

“Our mate, Reggie over here thinks you’re fit.” The young boy smirked, looking her up and down excitedly. Y/n glanced to the older boy, Reggie, who elbowed the younger skinhead.

“What’s your name?” Reggie softly asked, pushing his way through the group to get closer to Y/n. She replied quickly but shyly, leaving him to try and break the ice. “Excuse him, he’s a bit daft. Always taking the piss, you know?” He smiled, leaning closer teasingly as he saw a smile grow on Y/n’s lips. “Pretty name you got there.”

“Thanks…Reggie.” She replied with a laugh.

“You on your way somewhere?” Reggie suggested, raising his eyebrows.

Y/n shook her head, “Nope, heading home is all.”

“It’s getting dark. Pretty little girls like you shouldn’t walk home alone in the dark, let alone during the day. It’s not safe either way.” Reggie hummed, looking at his smirking friends from the side of his eye.

“I do it everyday.” Y/n hummed.

“The quiet birds are always the best.” The younger boy whispered suggestively to another older boy. They laughed silently together, shoving each other playfully.

“I’ll walk you home, no worries.” Reggie pushed, walking up to stand beside Y/n. “Alright, don’t wait up, Lads.”

“It’s fine, don’t waste your time.” Y/n blushed, shaking her head at Reggie.

“No, no. I can’t be arsed with this lot anyhow. Lead the way, on you go.” Reggie waved to his friends once more before placing his hand on the small of Y/n’s back as they walked side by side. “You must be cold.”

“Hm?” Y/n looked up at Reggie, “Oh, not really.”

“Really? As much as we liked your outfit, specially those fishnets, you’re close to freezing those pretty legs off.” He joked, then glaring at a guy who walked by before completely forgetting about it.

Once they reached the flat, they both stood in front of the door awkwardly. Y/n avoided eye-contact moving to unlock her door, while Reggie stared shamelessly at her. “You’ve walked me all this way. Why don’t you come in for a cup of tea to warm up before you go on your way?” She suggested hesitantly. Reggie seemed nice enough, but she knew that she’d get chewed up and spat back out if her mom caught a skinhead in the small house.

They talked for a while, the moon shining on them both. The house was completely quiet and her mother was sleeping in the other room after having gotten home shortly before them after her fourteen hour long shift at the hospital. Her mother was a nurse in the children’s unit, so, she spent long shifts when having to stay with the kids.

It was all so risky already, even though the two teens weren’t doing anything wrong just yet. They still felt like they were doing something illegal. Then, her moms bedroom door creaked open and revealed a little girl, no more than five years old. She was very short with soft, platinum blonde hair. Wearing a large, pastel pink nightie along with socks that were too big for her as well.

“Silly girl, you’ll get me caught.” Y/n whispered after letting out a breath of relief.

“A boy.” The little girl, Posie giggled mischievously, pointing at Reggie.

“That’s right, a boy. But you can never ever tell Mummy, are we clear, Posie? I’ll give you a biscuit.” Y/n smiled cheekily, kissing her little sister on her soft, chubby cheek. “Deal?”

“Deal.” Posie whispered dramatically, shaking hands lazily with her big sister.

“Good girl, back to bed you go.” Y/n picked her up and walked toward her mothers bedroom. “I’ll be back, Reggie.”

“Bye, bye, Boy.” Posie giggled quietly, pointing at Reggie as she was carried into the darkness of her sleeping mothers room.

Once Y/n came back, Reggie was already beginning to get turned on. He couldn’t stop looking at her fishnet clad legs, then, on top of that, she was extremely good with kids. But he guessed that she had to be due to her mom being gone so often for work. Just to keep food on the table, but he knew how it felt.

“Should we go to your room?” Reggie asked, Y/n tilting her head in confusion. “Just so you don’t get caught.” She gasped in realization and immediately ushered him into her room. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’m going to change. Just— if you could turn around, that would be great.” She stuttered as she walked to her dresser and pulled out a short night gown.

Reggie tried his best to act like this encounter was nothing, but inside he was freaking out. He knew it was embarrassing, him being the one the boys looked up most to in the group, but he didn’t have too many encounter’s with girls. Especially not girls as pretty as Y/n.

But now Reggie was screwed. Because as her turned around to face the wall, he realized a mirror was in front of him. He wanted to look away, but couldn’t. His eyes remained on Y/n as she slowly slid off her fishnets, making sure she didn’t rip them even more.

Just as she pulled her thin nightgown over her head, she glanced over to the mirror and made eye contact with Reggie. Neither looked away, nor did they mention it. “You tired?” Reggie yawned, looking up at the ceiling. Y/n nodded, knowing he was still looking. She then climbed onto her bed and curled up into a ball. “Guess I should get on my way then? Huh?” Reggie suggested, even though he didn’t want to leave.

“No, no. You can stay. Just lay beside me, it’s okay.” Y/n mumbled quietly, nuzzling her head closer to her arms.

Reggie quickly moved to lay behind her, practically cuddling her. She then shuffled backwards, pushing her butt closer to his crotch unknowingly. “Hey, Love?” Y/n just hummed in response, half-way asleep. “You’re— oh.” Reggie paused, holding in a moan as Y/n pushed backward once again. “Alright.” He grunted.

Slowly but swiftly, Reggie grabbed Y/n’s almost limp body and pinned her to the bed. “Reggie.” Y/n scolded absentmindedly, pouting her lips and turning her head away. “Your belt is poking me.” She sighed. But the thing was, Reggie didn’t have a belt on.

“Don’t got a belt on, Love.” Reggie then began to slowly grind on Y/n’s pantie clad pussy. “Already feel so good.” He sighed as she began quietly moaning.

He moved to sit down on the edge of her bed, dragging her to straddle him. He lifted her gown with one hand and used the other to cradle her neck, he pressed her head on his shoulder as he tried his best to move her back and forth. “Reggie.” She whimpered into his ear. “More.” She begged, “S’not enough.”

Reggie agreed. He had previously taken off his boots, so then he began unzipping his jeans and pulling his shirt off. “You gonna make me take your gown off?” Reggie softly asked her.

“Please?” She hopefully asked.

Of course, Reggie obliged after leaving himself in onto his boxers. He leaned over her and began pulling her thin gown off from above her head. Leaving her on her white, cotton panties. “My pretty girl.” He mumbled to himself. “Lay your head on the pillows, rest.” He ordered her nicely, helping her to do so. Once she was situated, he slid down to the middle of the bed to where his head was by her splayed out thighs.

He kissed up the inside of her thigh before biting down on the waistband of her panties. He slowly drug them down her legs before using his hands to pull them the rest of the way off. Y/n’s eyes were still closed as she made almost silent noises.

He bent one of her legs upward, then spread her other leg. He hooked his arms under her legs and pulled her closer to his face. Just as he finally began licking, she whined and stopped him. “No. Please, more. Something more.” She complained needily, eyes still shut.

Reggie smirked, pulling his boxers off and taking his boxers off. “You’ll need to give Reggie a hand, here, Baby.” Reggie softly told her. Truthfully though, he could pick her up and move her around like a rag doll. He picked her up and placed her on her knees. “Hold yourself up.” He ordered as he angled his tip to rub through her folds.

Reggie pressed himself as close as he could onto Y/n, slowly pushing himself in. Y/n cried out quietly, knowing her mother wouldn’t wake up due to such quiet noises. “Ouch.” She blabbered, then moaning in pleasure. She let out a squeak once Reggie bottomed out and began thrusting. Her eyes teared up and she began to sniffle quietly, Reggie immediately halted upon hearing her silent cries and seeing the blood coating his dick. But somehow, her crying and bleeding made him harder than ever.

“Going to move, now.” Reggie wanted her, he watched as she nodded in approval before starting up his thrusts once again. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, tiling it backward. He let out breathy moans, both teens trying their best to keep quiet. They hadn’t locked the door and there was a mom and a toddler in the other room.

“Faster, please, Reg.” She whimpered, but Reggie shook his head.

“No, baby. Slow and steady…be a good girl and be patient for me.” Reggie leaned down to whisper in her ear, his chest pressing against her back. Reggie couldn’t help himself, speeding up slightly. “Making me wanna cum already.”

“No, no.” Was all she could reply with, not even sure of what she had managed to get out of her mouth. Just as Reggie slowed his pace, Y/n began fucking herself on his dick.

“Atta girl, fuck your self. There you go, perfect.” Reggie smirked, begging to move again. He pushed in balls deep and then rolled his hips in order to get closer to Y/n. “Just wanna be close to you.” He mumbled, placing a kiss against her back.

“Feel so full. You make me feel so full.” Y/n cried, “Feels s’good.”

Reggie slid his arm under Y/n’s body and slithered his hand toward her stomach, he pressed down on her abdomen and felt his dick going deeper and deeper into her. So deep that he knew he could just cum in her and fill her with his babies.

“Feel that? That’s my dick, all the way up in your tummy.” Reggie hummed, pressing down harder and thrusting faster. It was still at a relatively slow pace, but not as slow as it used to be. “You know we didn’t use a condom, right?” He then revealed to her.

Y/n was now almost completely awake, no longer dozing off in the middle. She gasped and tried to pull away, but Reggie didn’t let her. “Oh, no! Reggie please.”

“Please, what? Please fill you up?” He joked. “Wouldn’t you want to swell with my baby inside of your tummy. Hm? You’d look so beautiful.” He complimented Y/n, gripping her hip firmly and keeping the other on her tummy. “That okay with you, love?”

“S’okay, Reg.” She finally agreed, undeniably cock-drunk. “You can do it.” She mumbled, slowly sliding down to lay on her stomach. But Reggie managed to hold her up as he made sure to thrust deep into her.

“Gonna cum inside my pretty little girl. You gonna cum?“ Reggie already knew the answer to this question as he felt her clench against him. She was milking his cock and he loved it. “Gonna fill you up.” Reggie moaned. Just as Y/n came with a restrained moan, trying her best to keep her lips closed, Reggie let go as well. He sped up as fast as he could in order to stretch out both of their highs, making sure his cum couldn’t leak out of her. “Look at that, got a bucket load inside of you. Can’t wait to explain this to your Mummy.”

“Reggie.” Y/n pouted, her eyes halfway closed as Reggie moved to palm her breast.

“What? Afraid she’s going to be ashamed of you because you let a skinhead fuck you while she was sleeping?” Reggie laughed, his thrusts slowing to a stop as both of their highs were just ending. “We’ll get you cleaned up tomorrow, lets just sleep.” Reggie sighed, slowly pulling himself out of Y/n. She whined in her own form of a complaint. But he then slammed two fingers into her pussy to keep the cum inside of her. “You’ll be sleeping with my cock inside you tonight, love.” He tiredly whispered in her ear as he moved to lay on his back. Just as he got Y/n to hover over his dick, he took his fingers out and thrusted up into her. She moaned and clenched on him, Reggie clenched his jaw, trying to keep from getting hard, but he failed.

It was too late, they couldn’t go for another round. Y/n had already fallen asleep with his hard on inside of her…and Reggie sure as hell wasn’t going to wake her up.

A/n; I’m way too lazy to proof read this, I’ll do it later 😭

#80s #british boys #smut #breeding k1nk #v1rgin #18+ minors dni #fanfiction #70s

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