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‘PHEROMONE FLOWER’

perverted! abby x dom bottom! reader

cw: abby is extremely perverted so beware, bed humping, panty sniffing, scent kink, face riding (r! receiving), asphyxiation if you squint, creep! abby, manipulative! reader, mentions of masturbating to the sound of you

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summary: it started off as a harmless crush, admiring how cute you looked, thinking the clothes you wore looked compliments on your figure and adoring the way you smiled - it made her heart warm. it led onto wanting to be the guys you had interest in, then obsessing over the fact that you just smelt so goddamn good. she knew this was wrong but her body needed you.

a/n: i apologize if this was a bit too perverted... i had a quick thought of what abby would be into and i kind of had the idea that she'd have a major scent kink (from her love of smelling like pine...) this is heavily inspired by one of my favorite reddit audio creators, juilenbadlands!! i do hope that you find some type of enjoyment while reading... again, this is not proofread.

this is a repost and i copied it all from a screenshot so if it looks ‘weird’ (and you might see what i mean), i apologize.

abby picked on the littlest things. if anything was out of order, she'd loathe at it's misplacement. it could be the bathroom light being on after someone came out of it, or the droplets of a water falling from the faucet that hadn't been turned all the way off— the smallest of things would upset her and it would make her even more mad knowing that all that anger was unwarranted. she'd think she was just being overdramatic, grumbling at the fact that the fridge hadn't been closed all the way or if the front door wasn't locked. she didn't want to be that way, but she couldn't help herself. she was usually very calm and self put but this was the last straw.

the laundry had been mixed again. it's happened a few times before and with two other roommates, one being you, it was prone for something like this to happen. with your shirts being lodged in the bottom of her basket or maybe a few of your socks, or the other roommates scarfs that she'd oddly collect. each time it did happen, one piece of her own clothing would be missing— whether it be her own shirt or sock, the pair that once was, now rests at one. it was obvious that the stuff that was fondled within her fabric was not hers. she had nothing but muscle tees, big shirts and pants with hundreds of pockets on the sides of it's leg, not panties with yellow printed flowers.

its funny, the personality someone has just from their underwear. abby loved her boxer briefs, they were comfortable and soft. she'd fold them and have them neatly placed in her dresser just so she can pick one that felt right for the day. the first time she had owned a pair was when she used her birthday money, going down the maple road of her neighborhood to buy a six pack of men's underwear and blue raspberry flavored bubblegum. she felt elated- anything deemed as masculine in the form of clothes made life easier for her to walk in.

the thing is, abby has grown up with you both- the roommate and you. being a trio since ten has granted you some gifts within life that would forever be etched into her memory. it was euphoric, having someone like you both in her life as she'd go through the horrid times of puberty. it was like you were her safety blanket, a person she could hide behind if anything got too out of touch for her liking.

abby was a kind soul, people often called her gullible-the sight in her view painting sublime as she had been laced with innocence, believing that the sun would always shine and never fall. she didn't think that the person she is now would be the complete opposite, pessimistic, overindulgent, vulgar and with an enormous sex drive. something within her changed, her warped outlook on what seemed to be now in an uncertain zeal.

one thing that she didn't expect that would be the biggest downfall that gave her shame as well as pleasure is that she couldn't stop sniffing your panties.

she'd often watch you— see how you chatted and made yourself so pretty and composed for any guy you ended up having a crush on. the giggles you'd give when they gave you any type of attention like giving you a smile or asking for a pencil. it hadn't been until this one specific guy you had a crush on became the main topic in almost every conversation that made her realize that a crush was in the process. the way your friend group tried so hard to make you and him a thing, placing down chest pieces, aiding moves to make you and him as one. abby was in on it too, of course, but only at the sidelines.

she'd noticed how oblivious he was. when you tried to ask him out for lunch or get any time to just have some one on one conversation. he just didn't fucking get it. it annoyed her... she wondered why a guy like him wasn't noticing a girl like you and your advances. if she was able to swap bodies with the guy, she'd steal you in a heartbeat- just from the first advance, she'd take her chance and make you feel content and not feel like you had been chasing tirelessly for a guy that barely paid you much attention.

each time you tried, batting your eyelashes or swishing your hips while wearing a skirt you had bought with the money you had in your piggy bank, abby found herself admiring you as if she were him. she noticed that she liked the color of your eyes and how they sparkled when the sunlight hit it just right. or the way your thighs looked whenever you wore a dress. it was harmless of course, nothing shameful in finding a friend attractive. but it wasn't until the night of a friend gathering where she had come to her senses that she didn't just have an attraction towards you... she wanted you.

at the age of eighteen as you all hold onto plastic red cups off illegally bought beer, sitting in a circle around a campfire, abby sat beside you- with her dark flannel and ocean colored jeans- eyeing you as you tried so desperately to not let the wind make your skirt fly up. a little game of truth or dare was orchestrated by some guy- he was an asshole and only played it just to get a quick fuck from one of the girls. it started tame, if you could call it that, guys asking other guys to do stupid stuff like eat dirt or run around with their shirt off. then it slowly gone sexual like give said person a lap dance or suck another's tongue.

the question had been turned to you, giggling cutely as you've always done- the clear gloss on your lip with the shining rays of the sun gleaming against it. it had been asked to kiss the guy you found most attractive and it had been him. the one you had sought out for for the longest time. abby could feel jealousy arise in her, clenching on the cup, almost breaking the plastic with her fingernails as she watched you. it wasn't just a peck of the lips, you indulged him fully, taking his lips and sucking in the bottom of his lip like he had been the only source to your hunger.

abby wished that could've been her. her eyes hadn't left from where your lips had connected, feeling the familiar wet patch dampen her boxer briefs, seeing your hand slide so delicately beside his cheek. her attraction only deepened from that moment, realizing what your mouth could do and what you opted to be a kiss— which was really a heated makeout session.

through the years of all three of you being friends, the hunger that lies within abby festered into something much greater than she'd like to admit. she daydreamed about you— she remembered the way your lips moved when you spoke and when you kissed him. she remembered the little quirks you had that you hated and she loved. each waking second, she found a sensation in watching you be the woman you were. the silly little slumber parties that you'd all dress up and try on the shittiest makeup you could ever find in your mom's makeup pouch, and when it was time to sleep, how you flung yourself to lay on her.

it wasn't until the day after graduation when all three of you went to different colleges. she felt like she was able to breathe knowing that you wouldn't be around. abby dabbled in her sexuality, learning the pros and cons behind being inexperienced during sex and coming to terms that men just wasn't something she desired. she had been in numerous relationships, thinking that the thought of you and the image of you would finally pass and for those good five years of being away, she truly thought the obsession she had struggled with had finally led itself to rest.

but it didn't.

the three of you made a decision of living together once you all finished school— the feeling of dread obliterating your mind as all the reminiscent memories and emotions puddled back to her. she couldn't say no, she didn't want to live with her parents again, she wanted to be her own person and live with people she cared about.

the day of the move, she had seen you. the honeyed look of your eyes as you smiled so gleefully at the fact that you hadn't seen her in such a long time. she had gotten muscular, bigger than she had ever been, with arms bulging in the muscle top she had worn. you hugged her and she felt her whole body wither in arousal. she immediately remembered the obsessiveness she had once had and came to terms that it truly never left her.

the days of you living in the same abode had given her nothing but whiplash— you walking around in those pajama shorts as if you hadn't realized how good your ass looked in them and the way she stared so feverishly. surprisingly so, abby was quick with her glances and you still thought of her as the same shy, quiet and innocent girl who had hid behind you when needed be.

the first few times of mixed laundry was the worst and knowing that some of her favorite articles of clothing had been missing or even in you or your friends dressers by mistake was something she couldn't let go at the price of her anger.

and yet, the cloth of your underwear was now in her hands, her thumb running across the seems of the elastic lace, and flowers that ran all over. not only was it obvious that these pair of underwear wasn't hers, it was the scent that alluded her to smell them in the first place. they were clean of course, but you had this aroma that would sink into every one of your clothes. each hug you'd give abby, she'd sneak and inhale the sweetness your body gave off.

it was embarrassing, how she was so driven off the smell of you. she could remember the day you started to care more about your image, sitting beside her with your adoring smile. you'd put golden star stickers on the sides of your binder and draw hearts over your i's and j's. you'd scribble with your sparkle gel pens and drink from your insulated cup. she thought you were silly and overcompensated for something as simple as history notes, but she unconsciously found it cute, enjoying the randomly placed strawberry stickers she'd find on her worksheets.

in the first few days of her developing a crush, it had been one time where she had a quick whiff of your shampoo, something similar to ocean breeze and the perfume you were, sweet like sugar plums. each day, she made sure to give you hugs just for that reason, it was her excuse that she chose not to accept and let it build in her desire.

her mind swam with a million thoughts with most being shameful indulgences. she already liked the lotion, perfume and shampoo you had on, but what was your natural scent? was it just as good as how you already smelt? there was only one option and she knew it wasn't the right one.

turning to her left and then to her right, she made sure she was alone. her fingers twitched as she hesitantly lifted the cloth towards her face, burying her nose in it's crotch, eyes flickering shut and taking in the warmth that embedded itself in your panties. a long inhale and hallowing lungs, she could feel herself get dizzy from you. she felt a high she hadn't ever felt before. the erotic nature of your scent made her feel like this had been her first time getting turned on— and the shame of this action made it worse but strangely erotic.

she imagined the way they'd look on you, the elastic hugging your waist and how your clit would prettily poke from its cloth. she thought about how you'd get aroused, the light patch of wetness dampening it- and once you pulled them down, how your slick would connect from it's cloth to your slit.

another deep inhale. she took you into her, the entirety of her airway enveloped by you, blocking any other scent that filled the shared apartment. the feeling of arousal crept up and feathered down her back, wrapping around her clit as it began to swell.

"oh my god.." she breathed, moaning out not able to understand how someone could smell this good. "the smell." she wanted to touch herself, run her hands all over her body and let the enjoyment of this shameful bliss grant her growing pleasure.

she took one last inhale, the rush of her eagerness came crashing down as nothing in her mind that seemed logical began to flood through. removing it from her face, she looked at it, seeing the indentation of her nose within its fabric, already missing the feeling of it rubbing against her skin.

she stared, zoning out, realizing what she had just done. the obsession never went away, it only grew into something so psychotic and so perverted. how does one go from liking the spritz of your perfume to natural aroma of your panties?

‘you can't find out’ she mumbled to herself. there's no way she'd let you know that she had done something so vulgar, so impulsive as smell your panties. she stuffed it in her pocket, making sure it wouldn't fall out if it could even with how deep her pockets usually were. she continued to sort the laundry, thinking and regretting.

that was the start of it all. the need to feed off of your aroma was something she couldn't tame. whenever you were off at work and your other roommate had went off to run errands, she'd sneak into your room, finding a pair of your panties that she could lose herself in, drinking in each hitch of breath as she could feel herself falling into the abyss.

the scent of your pussy was like magic, like all those fantasies of her fucking you and how the air would smell gave her something she'd be able to touch and keep in the back of her mind. laying in her bed, legs spread as she vigorously rubbed her clit, panties pressed up against her nose, cumming over and over again until she felt like the scent had lost within her air waves. her fingers would prod into her cunt, the walls within clenching onto them, humping down and fucking herself onto them like it had been your own fingers.

there would be times where she'd hear you in your bedroom— fucking a man who had pounded you

deeply into the mattress. she tried to put in

headphones thinking it would be indecent if she heard

something as vulnerable as your moans, hearing you cry on how good it was feeling. she noticed that you didn't like it when your partners fucked you slow, you liked it when they used you like a slut, imagining how you'd bounce on them like a primal animal.

she couldn't take the tune of the song she tried so desperately to distract herself with, and so shelistened. the headboard of the bed banging against the wall as you wail in pleasure, asking them to keep fucking you and not to stop. she wanted to be him... she wanted to fuck you so badly.

and so she'd wait. through the shared shower you and your partner had after the sexual engagement, she went in your room.

"what the fuck am i doing...?" she whispered to herself. her mind and body not linking together in what was the most sane thing she could°ve done which was stay in her room. instead she laid in your bed, smelling the

scent of sex that had interlocked itself in your sheet, getting an even greater sense of what you smelled like when you were turned on.

you smelt so fucking good. she already felt her clit swell with excitement, her underwear soiling itself as her nose lodged itself in the sheets of your bed. she just laid their, inhaling it, letting it eat her away and satisfy her perverted torment.

her body slid off the bed, with one leg still draped on it as the other kneeled on the floor. her fingers clutching onto the sheets as she mindlessly moved her hips against the mattress. she could feel the friction run and strike her clit with the greed of what she wished she could have.

the movement of her hips quickened— staggered and inconsistent, rutting against the sex scented bed while she let her clit pleasure itself onto your bed. she could hear how wet she was, she could even hear the moans that once were bouncing of the walls of your bedroom, fucking herself to oblivion as she mindlessly humps to thought of you getting fucked deeply.

"fuck... god... why am i doing this?" she mouthed, eyes rolling back at the satisfaction this action was giving her. it was so dirty, so grotesque, so riveting, so embarrassing. i wanna fuck you... holy fuck i wanna fuck you... please... please let me fuck you you." she mumbled, feeling herself needing to cum desperately.

it wasn't until the sound of the shower had gone silent when she scurried out of your bedroom and tried to seem as if she had just been watching tv on the couch. it took awhile, but then she saw you walk in. you were glowing so brightly- ocean breeze now filling her airway again as you walk over towards the kitchen.

'god im such a pervert’ she sighed to herself, the familiar feeling of regret washing over her and hitting her like a truck.

it was as if she couldn't stop. at each inhale, she needed more. anything and everything that has your fragrance on it, she needed to indulge. there was a handful of times where she'd lodge your pillow in between her legs, riding it slowly, moaning your name gently, enjoying the idea that her own scent would be on your pillow— but she couldn't allow that. any time she rutted against your bed and pillow, she'd wash it. you hadn't found anything odd about it since abby was usually the one who washed everyone's things when it was wash day. so everything went according to plan as she continued to discreetly fall into her obsession.

she ended up keeping some pairs of your panties and hid them in her own clothes, hearing the confused comments of where they could've possibly went. you didn't know that the culprit had been your childhood friend, your roommate. abby anderson.

she tried to get a relationship again, or even a fling where she could possibly get something other than the aromatic taste of your ravenous essence. she'd fuck them good and hard— her frustration burning at the form of her hips as she relentlessly gave them what she would've given you. her strap deep inside them, with their legs curled over her shoulders, letting the angle of her pounds be in direct contact of their sweet spot.

even through the action of lust with another, she couldn't get you out. it was like she had been trapped. what kind of spell did you have on her? the angry eroticism that filled through every encounter she had made her sexual partners feel as if they received the best strap down of their lives. the way she'd bury her face in their pussy and ate them, devouring every hole and every slick their cunt leaked.

it still didn't fill that void.

when she'd heard you touching yourself beyond the wall, she do the same and somehow that gave her an even greater orgasm than she had with any other girl she tried to forget those thoughts with.

the way you sung and the buzz of your toy— she imagined it pressed up against your clit, the flesh of it rumbling so prettily as you tried to reach the ultimate bliss. her body would contort and shrivel in the immense thrum of delectation.

"cum with me." she'd moan to herself as she heard you through the connecting wall, "cum with me please...”

for the last time, she wanted to savor the piquant taste of what you had engraved in your panties. she needed to let this die out even if her mind, body and spirit wouldn't allow her to. she needed to take this one time and finally let go of her filthy salacious thoughts, her perverted dream. she knew she had no chance. after years and years of wanting to be something with you, wanting to run her lips against your skin and take you in with the urgency to devour your whole being.

thing is, she didn’t hear you come home. you were let off work early and you hummed at the fact that you’d be able to relax since you were off the next day. the simplicity of hearing your keys unlock the front door gave you the upmost joy knowing that you were allowed to be lazy in the warmth of your home.

you didn’t know anyone would be here. you didn’t know abby would be sitting in your bed, hands sliding into her underwear and rubbing her clit fast just to get off this one last time just as she promised herself.

odd sounds came from beyond your bedroom door, unsure of what it could be since abby and your other roommate supposedly— by your own self awareness— never came in. the door had opened, and to your surprise, you found her, captivated by her own dirty conviction, smelling your panties like some type of animal. all you did was stand there, watching how her wrist turned and her the imprint of her fingers collided with her boxer briefs while she had then stuff inside of her cunt.

it would be a lie if the confusion you felt was also intertwined with arousal. the beating of your heart paced faster than you ever thought it could. your childhood friend was sniffing your panties and you didn’t know what to do.

as her eyes slowly opened, she swore her life felt like it had ended. the grasp of the door handle was tight, and the glow of the sun that fell behind you was bright-the darkness of the room only showing a shame filled abby that had ripped her hand from her cunt.

"look!" she exclaimed, throwing the panties behind her,

"i…..im sorry. i know this looks weird but i promise it's not what it looks like... i just... i uh!" she couldn't think of one excuse that could take the spotlight off of her.

she couldn't tell what expression that drew on your face but no matter what it was, the embarrassment of what could've been avoided consumed her.

in all honest, even if you hadn't went out as strong as abby did, there was a lace of attraction you had for her. growing up, she always had this tall and strong stature about herself even though back the she lacked a lot more muscle than she did now. each year, abby grew and her body formed into the goddess build that she had today. the day you all reconnected, you saw the way her body had came to be. the way she looked bigger and stronger than any man you had been with, with an expression that looked as though she could lead an army, there was an enticed curiosity of what was underneath the layers of abby anderson.

you heard when she'd play with herself and you respected her enough to let her know that you hadn't noticed, no matter how quiet she tried to be but you definitely heard her when she would fuck women— her moans were hunger filled grunts and groans like she had been so angered by how good she was feeling that she had to relentlessly use her partners like sex toys.

as you did, you wanted to know what it felt like to get fucked that hard, you asked your partners to do the same, mirroring what you thought abby would do, hammering your cunt with their cock, feeling your insides flutter in a pleasure you didn't think existed before your knowledge of how abby used her own hips.

you didn't go as far as smelling her clothes, hump her bed or anything she probably had done that you didn't know, but yet and still, there was that slight curiosity.

"abby..?" you stood, frequently swallowing the drying spit you left on your tongue. "wha...what the fuck are you doing?" you added, taking one step in, feeling the heat of her body swell amongst your bedroom. you couldn't come to terms that you had self consciously found yourself growing wet at the image.

she sat in her normal man spreading pose, seeing her light briefs painted with a dark patch of her arousal that led to her clit. veins drawing up the sides of her arms and scattered on her big... enticing hands.

"nothing... i…" her lips ajar, frantically looking around as she looked at the inanimate objects that were placed randomly in your room. her shoulders dropped, her braid sliding over her shoulders as she gave up in trying to save face for her perverted intentions. “i was.. sniffing your..." she mumbled, it almost coming out inaudible.

biting on the skin of your lip, you felt the pain of your heart erupt as it pounded at your ribcage, your feet walking without much thought as you continued your stroll until you were met up with her up close- her worrisome eyes wavering thinking that you'd slap her or scream at her. and in some ways, she wanted that. she felt like she deserved to feel like the disgusting girl that she was and came to be. she welcomed it.

any form of engagement was enough to satisfy her even if it were to be nothing but pure anger coming from you. “if you need to hit me... do it... what i did was wrong... it's pathetic... im a pervert... i..”

"shut up." you spat, not knowing if you wanted to be angry or turned on. her lips pressed together almost immediately, her eyes at her legs, not wanting to face someone as beautiful as you and witness the betrayal in your expression.

you grabbed her face in your hand, her eyebrows waved in a solemn state. with your jaw clenching, you looked at her. oh how stupid her pretty face looked when ashamed. the bottom of her lip jutted out in a pout and her body rose as she hitched each breath she took.

the feeling of your fingers were electrifying, like she'd cum in an instant only from that simple touch and color in your eyes. she tried so hard to not let her eyes wonder but she couldn't help as they trailed down your body to look at the shape of your breast in your fitted shirt. noticing this, you yank her head up, making her look at you again— what a fucking pervert, you thought.

"you're disgusting." you told her, your tone turning into a taunt as you started to enjoy the fact that her submission- the girl that fucked women so roughly-was in the palm of your hands. "pathetic. perverted. nasty. that's what you are abby... just a filthy pervert."

she nodded her head, humming in acknowledgment, “i know...”

out of all the things abby thought of, she could never prepare herself for you pushing her back onto your bed, her back bouncing against the mattress. a quiet gasp exited from her lips as you sat yourself on her lap, holding her wrists and placing them above her hands.

"you're into me that much... you're in my bed, sniffing my underwear... so idiotic." you laughed.

"wait." she breathed, a glimmer of enjoyment coming from the dominance you placed between you both and how you pinned her down underneath you.

"shut your fucking mouth. im talking." and she nodded. what a good girl.

the corner of your lips tugged in a smirk, noticing the effect you have on her. no parter you've had went out their way to do something as belittling as smell her underwear. if only you knew the many things she has done with the thought of you, with all her wants and desires in the bundle of her aching clit, it'd be safe to say that it was hot that she was willing to do all that and try so desperately not to get caught.

"since you're here, sniffing my underwear like a rabid animal.." you led on, your face inches from her, voice now soaking in sultry warmth, "im gonna ride your fucking face and i want you to show me what you do when im not around"

after all these years, torturing herself, swallowing down the need to pursue you, it all was given to her in this moment. she thought she was hallucinating- that it was her guilt imagining the entire thing, thinking your body was nearly a haze and that you had still been at work. all she did was lie there, dumbfounded at the words you spoke, itching to know your next moment, the next breath of words you'd speak. anything you'd do, she accept in a heartbeat.

slipping out from your pants, your huddled your way to hover her face, your panties showing the wet spot that abby had made by her filth. with no warning, you planted yourself down, feeling the form of her lips and nose prod against your clothed pussy.

abby laid their limp, feeling as if she'd suffocate, not by you sitting on her face but the daze in which she couldn't grasp at the shock her body was going through. she admired the way you looked, so sexy in just your panties, the way your clit poked against it- it was just like she had envisioned- and how it felt as it placed itself on her face. she latched on with her lips, sucking through the fabric frenetically, humming pure delight at the scent she encapsulated. her tongue ran along your clothed slit, letting it bury in its floods, feeling the warmth heat her face.

rocking your hips back and forth, you could feel your heat rise up from within your body, hands still grasping onto her wrists. something about this was different— it was passionate, sharing a moment with a person you trusted throughout the years and now engaged, enabling her impulsivity. it felt good, it felt wrong, but your hips couldn’t stop.

“god you’re such a dirty girl abby…” falling in love with the way you held so much power over her. still this wasn’t enough as good as it felt, you wanted to know what her tongue could really do. momentarily, you rise, taking your panties off to see yourself dripping down from your entrance.

“oh my god…” she breathed, “oh my god… oh my god, oh my fucking god. yes…”

lowering yourself once again, her head lifted before you could even fully sit on her face, lips latching on and inhaling your pussy into her mouth. your eyes rolled back, your body trembling loosely. the way she moved her tongue was better than any man that had given you head— she wasn’t careful, she was direct. she knew the weak spots that could make a girl cum in an instant, using her entire face to stimulate you. moans filled abby’s ears, heightening in volume as your hips snapped, fucking her face, feeling the curve in her nose hit the base of your clit.

"your voice is turning me on so much" she whimpered, her mouth full of you.

her face was buried deeply into your cavern, her salvia adding to the mess your slick had already made. she slurped at the skin, your vulva fluttering in and out from her lips, leaving damp kisses at the bud of your clit. the sounds eliciting from her lips were absolutely disgusting and delicious, the tepidity soaring from both of your bodies-abby's underwear absolutely drenched and aching to be touched yet the high from devouring you fulfilled her to the max and she wanted so much more, she needed to bathe in it, feast on it. abby licked a sloppy thick stripe, letting her tongue reach any place the position would let her in. "god you smell so good... you taste... so fucking good." she breathed out heavily- her wet pink lips rotating around your clit, jaw jittering as she tried to study herself towards your orgasm.

you lost as her muscle swam against your slit, tongue plunging in your opening which made you sing a series of uncontrollable moans. your fingers curling into her golden blonde locks-loving the feeling. she wanted you to tug at it, show her how good she's making you feel by your actions, ride her face like she's perverted scum is. she could feel the tingle wash from down her scalp and spine, making her groan deeply against your cunt, feeling it almost itch her own throat. raising her hand over your thigh, she rests it above your clit, pressing the bottom of your stomach- letting them create small indentions in your skin- while placing her thumb down on it's bud, rolling its skin up as she sucked hungrily, flickering her tongue at its exposure.

you squirmed, seeing how pathetic she looked looked as she tried to get you there. her body humping into the nothingness of air, needing for some type of friction. "fuck... oh fuck." she whined.

your thighs clamped her head, feeling the pressure pound in a glorious headache. “you need two breathe?" you joked drunkly, the sound of the bed creaking from the nonstop movement. abby could care less about needing to breath, she wanted to bask in this as long as you'd let her.

as much as you wanted to hold it, you couldn't, your body was in too much of a rush to even control itself. it kept moving, rutting on her face as abby felt herself needing to breathe.

“im gonna cum.." you announced, looking down to her barely visible face, her eyes directed right at you while she watched every movement your face made. the contact made your high arrive faster than you comprehended, letting out a moan louder than you ever let out, your high shooting through every part of your body.

clenching your eyes tight, you held your breath, body jolting forward as your high took over, calming yourself down as it started to subside. "holy fuck.." you sighed, coming to your senses as you lifted your leg from her face, sitting beside her to see her face covered in your cum and slick. she looked content, breathing in as much air as she could, still smelling the scent fill her lungs.

"wow…" she whispered, not able to get over the fact that you just rode her face. she stared at the ceiling, thinking that she had seen the gates of heaven.

"and just for that.." you spoke trying to catch your breath, "you don't get to cum. get out of my room." you demanded, her body turning towards you, showing a puzzled look.

“but..”

"oh abby... you've been such a bad girl. why would i let you cum? if you be a good girl, maybe one day, id let you fuck me." you cooed, biting down on your lip as you watch a thousand expressions form into one on her face. "now get out."

getting up from your bed, she looked confused but pleased at the fact that she just has a face full of your pussy. running her tongue over her lips, she wanted to savor the mess you had left, her finger gliding against her chin to gather the dripping slick. with one last turn, she looked at you, a devious glow brightening your face.

now you understand what you meant to abby. you understood how you'd control this goddess of a woman. you needed time to think this through, debating whether you should let this be the first and last time or make her your pleasure doll. nonetheless, she left, and you laid on your back, still feeling the throbs of your vibrating clit.

"goddamn." you breathed, "she really knows how to eat pussy…”

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idiotsnake · 6 months

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GO GO BOOTS — E. WILLIAMS

pairing: college!ellie x college!reader

summary: dancing around in your white go go boots at clubs is your favourite past time. nothing could beat the euphoric feeling of knowing that people are watching you. especially if one of those people is none other than ellie williams.

warnings: established relationship, readers really fem in this (hence the title) and ellies very masculine, mentions of past relationships, underage drinking (readers 18, while ellies 20), no use of y/n.

word count: 0.5k

a/n: first time writing on tumblr, which feels weird. anyways, i hope you enjoy reading 🙏 based on lana del rey’s unreleased song, go go dancer. this is also really short but since its my first time, its okay!! maybe ill write a part 2

You dance around to the beat of a song you can’t quite remember, the warm fuzzy feeling in your mind caused by the alcohol you consumed prevents you from thinking straight.

Your white faux leather skirt is riding up your thighs, no doubt flashing your white lace thong to anyone who’s looking. Normally, you would’ve immediately pulled it back down, but you wanted her attention.

You feel a pair of hands grabbing your waist, her hot breath hitting your ear. You know exactly who it is by the smell of her cologne, which is why you aren’t brushing her off.

“Princess,” she whispers teasingly, “I thought I told you not to wear this tonight.”

You scoff, throwing your head back onto Ellie’s shoulder while tilting your head in her direction. “When have I ever listened to you?”

Ellie just chuckles, pulling your skirt down for you. “I wish you did, but I know you like being a brat. Everyone’s looking at you, you know? What if they saw what you wore for me?”

You hazily look around to see if her words are true, and you can faintly see that people, mostly men, are looking right in your direction. Frowning, you turn around in Ellie’s arms, wanting to show them that you aren’t even going to entertain the idea of going home with them.

While you enjoyed the feeling of people looking at you, it never quite beat the feeling of Ellie looking at you. The game the two of you played to see which one of you would inevitably get jealous normally only lasted about two hours before Ellie came over and called a truce.

You’ve been dating ever since you arrived at Yale, immediately connecting with each other. She might’ve been a junior in university while you were only a freshman, but there was just something about you that drew her in. It was hard to stay away from you, and she slowly started to insert herself into your life.

You didn’t mind though, because you felt the exact same way.

“It’s only for you, you know that.” You mutter, while looking up at her with glossy eyes. She looks right back at you with an eyebrow raised, silently saying “really?”.

To prove your point, you put both of your hands on each side of her face, bringing her down for a kiss. It’s definitely not family friendly, as you guys chase each other’s lips even though they’re already touching. The guys that were looking at you before definitely aren’t now.

You break apart from each other, reluctantly, but you both need to breathe. “That good enough?” You ask, moving your hands to grab onto her waist, clutching onto the tight black shirt she’s wearing.

“More than enough,” Ellie immediately replies, pressing her forehead to yours, never quite getting enough of you. “Wanna go home?”

“Yeah,” you quickly answer, already grabbing her hand and turning around to leave.

This was just your kind of love, making each other wild and crazy for each other.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader

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tropical-starlight · 9 months

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A couple of ideas for alterhumans to help connect to your kintypes!

(pt: a couple of ideas for alterhumans to help connect to your kintypes! end pt) long post ahead :p these dont have any specific kintype in mind, so this applies to pretty much anybody! 1. Research more about your kintype! learning cool stuff is actually pretty fun, the more you learn about your kintype (whether that be from a book, a informational video, or a website) the more you'll learn about yourself and therefore you can connect to your kintype better 2. Eat some food that reminds you of your kintype! we all gotta eat in order to live, so you might as well eat something you enjoy and your kintype enjoys! you could eat some foods your kintype eats (ex: sushi if your kintype is piscivorous) or you could eat some foods that remind you of your kintype's habitat. make sure what your eating is safe and also be safe if you have any allergies and/or dietary restrictions! 3. Decorate your room/den to remind you of your kintype's habitat! there's many ways you can do this! if you have colored light strips you can change it to a color of your habitat, you can collect items that you associate with your kintype (this is also great if your dragonkin or another kintype that enjoys hoarding things!) you can get candles or air freshener that smells like a habitat to use in your room, and you can even print out some pictures that remind you of your kintype to put on your wall! theres many more too 4. play! many species of animals learn about how to survive by playing, so this can be good to connect with your kintype can be fun and euphoric! you can run around if your caninekin, headbutt stuff if your goatkin (please be really careful and dont headbutt any hard items i dont want anybody to get a concussion D:), playfight with your fellow kin friends if your...well...a lot of animals really, or pounce on stuff if your felinekin! but play dosent have to be physical all the time! you can also play video games with your kintype, rp online as your kintype, or if your a fan on DnD you can play dnd as a race that is or is similar to your kintype! 5. dress like your kintype! -im pretty sure you all know gear is quite popular in the alterhuman community, but along with that you can tailor your clothing style (pun intended) to match your kintype's appearence! i like to dress with bright colors and ocean themed accescories to match my tropical sea monster kintype. another example is that lets say if your polarbearkin you can dress in fluffy and warm clothing with white and blue colors. but also take the tempature into mind, i dont think you'd wanna dress like a polar bear when its 120 degrees out lol other things you can do: -make a pinterest board and put images that remind you of your kintype! (heres mine if you want a example) -draw your kintype, or make a kinsona/fursona to represent yourself -listen to some music! believe it or not spotify has a official otherkin mix that you can listen to, its pretty good! -watch shows or documentaries about your kintype -go to a zoo with your kintype -go to a place your kintype would live if you can (ex: the beach if your orcakin, or the mountains if your snowleopardkin) and yea! i hope this helps some folks out! theres many more ways to connect with your kintype including many posts that are focused on a particular species, so i'd recomend doing some research here! :D

stay safe, drink some water, take ur meds if you got any, and be yourself always! :3

#otherkin #kinhelp #nonhuman #alterhuman #therian #therianthropy #otherkinity #alterhumanity #nonhumanity

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regulusmoons · 1 year

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“Drugged Puppy” - Smut

This isn’t about anyone specific and doesn’t cater to anyone, but that just means you get to imagine anyone!

Content Warnings - Hardcore Smut, Female Reader, f for m, Mommy Kink, Petnames, Hypnosis Kink, Drug Kink, Ownership Kink, Praise, Degredation, Lmk if I missed any!!!

Word count - 2,292

I was in his lap, straddling him, rocking my hips back and forth on his big cock, now straining against his sweatpants that are torturously still on. I have to be patient though, i have to build it up for him, then make it so intense its mind numbing. He bucks his hips up into mine desperately trying to get more than I’m currently giving him, not a good move on his part. I pull away from his lips and whisper in his ear “Now I know you’re a needy little slut but that's no excuse to try and get more than mommy’s giving you.” I lean away from him, give a light caress to his cheek, and then suddenly I slap him across the face. He moans in exclamation, “I’m sorry mommy, I’ll be a good slut for you.” I grin and say, “That's what I thought, such a good boy.”

I push him to where he’s on his back on the bed, I dismount him, standing beside the bed, staring down at him. “Get up and strip puppy.” I demand in a forceful yet caring voice. He arises, as he does looming over me, he may tower over me but he submits so easily, it’s pathetic in the most adorable way possible. He begins to undress, doing so slowly, he’s teasing, he’s provoking; usually if he was to do something like this i would bend him over and make his ass redder than a fucking firetruck, but tonight i just enjoy the show, watching him carefully peel off every piece of clothing.

When he finishes I push him back on the bed, he slams on the bed, I begin giving light caresses all over his body, barely touching, being very delicate yet precise with every caress. I snap my fingers and begin, “DROP.” He drops. “That’s right baby, drop, drop deeper into that state of hypnosis I know you love. Focus on my every word, let it be all that fills your pretty little head... When you awaken anytime you hear my voice it will make your stomach flutter, like little butterflies are fluttering around in there, anytime I call you one of your pretty little nicknames, anytime i say something dirty, something to tease, something sexy, something sensual you will feel it. You will feel it in your cock, you will feel it in your mind, you will feel it in the entirety of your pretty little body. Your cock will twitch; your eyes will roll back; your hornyness and needyness will double; you will feel a wave of pleasure run through you, starting at your head, flowing down to your chest, out to through your arms, to your stomach, down to your pretty cock that i love oh so much, down your legs, ending at your toes. Every Word that drips out of my lips will have an effect on you, I’ll have an effect on you, my touch, my smell, my lips, everything. The effect as mentioned will cause you to feel as you’re getting higher and higher, on the drug that is me, while the effect will come slowly and subtly at first, but after a while you will feel like your floating, like every word is a wave that runs through you, all of your good feeling will enhance, you will feel bubbly, happy, warm inside, it will feel utterly immaculate and euphoric.”

I once again snap my fingers, “UP.” He wakes from his trance, eyes glazed over, looking delicate in a way. He’s so beautiful, the feelings I feel with him are unreal. He's all I can focus on at the moment, which isn't unusual when I’m with him, no matter the state of undress he’s in, but now, while he’s laying naked before me, it’s almost as I’m the one in trance, he’s like a piece of artwork, I study every inch of him, even though I’ve seen him so many times before, I love the way he has a trail of hair from his stomach going down to his cock, I love the way his cock curves upwards, I love seeing all of his muscles, I just love him.

I snap out of it, to once again focus on the task on hand, fucking the absolute shit out of my good pet. I lean down close to his ear and whisper, “How are you feeling, my pet?” He whimpers, “So good mommy.”

“Good baby, now, since you’ve been so good for me, what part of me do you want on your cock?”

“Anything Mommy… anything… just what you…please… fuckk…”

“ Such a submissive and docile little slut, aren't you? So obedient for me… you know your place so well.” I finish in a sultry tone.

I begin to caress his body once again, guiding my hands down to his cock, which is now dripping in precum. I take my finger and swipe the sticky secretion from his cock, I lick the salty mixture off my finger, a moan slipping out as I do so. He bucks his hip as I do, a whimper falling from his pink lips.

I know the high is starting to kick in, he’s feeling lighter and lighter with every word I say, with every name I call him, with every touch I give, with my smell filling his nostrils more and more. I want to make it worse.

“You taste so good puppy… so pathetic how you're dripping for me already, I’ve barely even touched you. My pathetic little whore…” He whimpers at my words.

I step back in front of him and start undressing, I get down to my bra and panties, I start running my hands over the curves of my body, teasing him. I unhook my bra letting my tits drop down, bouncing lightly as they do so.

“F- fuck Mommy, they’re so pretty, so perfect… love them so much.” He whimpers

“Aww. Well they’re all yours baby boy.”

I see his eyes roll back and almost give in, wanting no more teasing, just wanting to finally fuck him. I keep my composure though and begin to trail my hands down to my panties, slowly letting them drop to my ankles.

Now completely naked, with him ogling, I walk towards him with a sensual essence. I get on the bed crawling up between his legs, I rest back on my knees and begin running my hands back and forth on his thighs. I love teasing him like this, tempting him, it is getting harder and harder as i go on though. Feeling my nipples and clit exposed to the cold air around me is an amazing yet tedious feeling.

I finally drag my hands up his thighs and start slowly brushing my fingers over his dripping cock. I know that by now a high is slowly starting to take effect, soon enough he’ll be so high he’ll barely be able to think, the only thing on his mind being the want to cum and me getting him closer to that.

I start rubbing my thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the cum around. Whines start to escape from his lips, sounding absolutely angelic.I lean over and spit on the tip, it runs down his cock, so slowly, a moan erupts from him. I lean down and give a small lick to to his tip.

He instantly bucks his hips once again, I slowly lift my head, lean towards him, putting my hand on his chest, my head directly above his, I deliver a hard slap to his cheek. “Only take what I, so graciously, give you, or you won’t be cumming. Only good puppies get to cum.”

“Yes mommy, m’ sorry”

“Mmmm such a needy slut.”

“So needy for you mommy.”

I go back to my position on my knees in between his legs,I lean my head back down and start sucking on the tip of his beautiful cock. Moaning around it as I relish the taste on my tongue. I slowly take him deeper and deeper down my throat, till I can't fit anymore in. I stay there for as long as I can handle, then begin slowly going up and down, taking him in and out of my throat. His moans and whimpers fill the room, with strings of “Mommy” and “Fuck” mixed in.

After a while he gets brought to the edge, his breathing becomes faster, his moans louder, he can practically taste the approaching orgasm, but right before he can fall over the edge I stop. Pulling back from his cock with a string of spit following, as I do he loudly whines. I sit for a moment, enjoying the view before me, his legs slightly shaking, his cheeks flushed with a bright pink tint, his eyes glazed over, and of course his cock standing tall and red coated in my spit.

“Such a pretty little pet, aren’t you? Such a pathetic mess for me.”

“Thank you mommy”

“Now here’s what's gonna happen, I’m gonna ride you, and you're gonna make me cum 3 times, you may not cum at all until the third time, the third time we’ll cum together. “

“But mommy-”

“No. No buts. That's what's gonna happen, you know exactly what to say if you don’t want it. By the way, I won’t stop, even if you get close. So you better be a good slut and me cum quick.”

“Yes mommy”

“That’s what I thought. Good boy!”

I begin to climb on top of him, with my legs on either side of his waist, I line my pussy up with the tip of his cock and slowly drop down on it. A moan erupts from both of us as I do so. I know that now he’s floating in his high, in his pleasure. I know all the energy in him is pulsating, there isn’t a single thought on his mind other than me, and the pleasure of having my pussy wrapped around him. I start bouncing up and down on his cock, moving slowly, torturously.

“May touch you mommy?” He moans out.

“Yes baby boy, you may touch wherever you want.”

His hands immediately fly towards my tits, pawing at them roughly. He begins pinching my nipples, hard,a mixture of pain and pleasure rushes through me, I moan out, practically screaming. I know he loves it, he may be my submissive at this moment but he still loves making me scream, especially when it's from ‘pain’.

After a while of playing with my tits, his hand starts to travel down, he begins rubbing my clit, matching my slow pace. I begin to speed up, bouncing up and down as fast as I can, my tits bouncing, the sound of my ass slapping against his thighs flowing through the room along with our moans.

“Fuck mommy… feels so good… I feel so good… so floaty.”

“Good puppy, float for me, feel the pulsating pleasure consume you.”

He rubs my clit faster and faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My breath quickens, I become sloppier with my strokes, my moans become louder, and suddenly a wave of pleasure runs through my body, my pussy starts clenching around his length,I cum hardly and intensely, screaming in pleasure as I do so.

His assault on my clit doesn’t stop, I continue bucking my hips back and forth, I now lean over and start kissing up his chest. Leaving a trail of hickeys and love bites as I do so, leaving a reminder to him and anyone else that sees that he’s mine, all mine. I get all the way up to his neck and after leaving quite a few marks, I go up to his lips, string at them for a moment, appreciating them, I lean down and give a small peck, of course he whines. I decide not to be so cruel and crash my lips onto his, roughly making out with him, intertwining our lips and tongues, barely even stopping to breathe.

Before I know it he brings me to the edge once again, this time I start driving down on his cock harder and harder, moaning vulgarly into his lips. I once again cum hard around him, clenching so hard my pussy practically pulls his cock deeper into me.

I lean over to his ear and breathily whisper, “Such a good boyyy, you made mommy cum twice so now you get to cum, but remember, we’re cumming together so dont cum before I do, do you understand my pet.”

“Yes mommy… I understand… thank you…”

“You’re very welcome, my pet.”

He quickens his abrasions on my clit, and leans up to take my left nipple into his mouth. All the stimulation is almost mind numbing, he lightly nips my nipple and my eyes roll back, I’m quickly brought to the edge of my third orgasm.

“I’m close puppy”

“Me too mommy’

“Cum with me my love”

We both let the rush of our orgasms come crashing down upon us, screaming and panting. I know the high mixed with the edging made his orgasm extremely intense and mind numbingly euphoric.

I get off of him and start to clean us both up,and clear him, I help him put his underwear back on and put a blanket over him. I decide to quickly dress in my panties and his shirt, to not leave him alone in bed for too long. I crawl in bed with him, resting his head on my chest, intertwined in eachothers arms. I whisper, “You did amazing sweetheart, I love you”

“I love you too mi amor”

We both fall asleep in eachothers arms in a peaceful bliss.

#hypno fantasy #mommy k!nk #drug k!nk #smut #praise and degredation #sub!james potter #sub!neville #sub!loki #sub!peter parker #sub!genshin #sub!kpop

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ornii · 1 year

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“Bitterly Beautiful”

Wednesday Addams X Blind Male Reader. Part (1)

• This was a Story i posted on my Wattpad and decided to post it here, also thanks for reading it btw. I decided to use tumblr and well here I am.

Nevermore Academy, founded in 1791, to house and Teach the most, unique, individuals. Some were Vampires, Werewolves, and some even the most otherworldly beings, but there even existed monsters from beyond the bounds of reality. That could not be any more true than the boy who awakens in his dormitory room, he keeps his eyes closed but sits up with a weary yawn. He, without much issue gets dressed in the classic Nevermore uniform, the grimly striped blazer with shirt, tie and sweater combination of black sleek pants. After putting a pair of dark oval glasses on, he turns left and grabs a cane, a very antique design with a steel crow embodied design for the handle. He twirls it and walks to the door and leaves for the morning.

The boy enters a large courtyard, where the sounds of students bellowing, talking, howling, fill his ears. He places a tea cup on the stone table as he walks and sits down upon a stone seat and towards the table. He felt dust brush up against his skin, mostly his face. Not being able to use your eyes has its major disadvantages, but it also provides small bonuses. One was the much more heightened senses of Smell, touch, hearing and taste. Since the lack of eyesight was prominent. The other senses had to work harder to compensate for the loss, so even the slightest brush of wind picking up, he could notice. He removes his glasses and begins to wipe them off, but it was interrupted by a pair of oddly soft hands covering his face, which really does little to stop him.

"Guess Who~" The Mysterious and Cheerful voice asked under a muffled giggle. The boy stopped wiping his glasses and just smiled.

"Enid.. you know that doesn't work, right?" He said, and she lets go, and sits next to him.

"I know, but I didn't want to cover your ears, you couldn't hear me then (Y/n)." She says smiling, this was Enid Sinclair, a Werewolf and overall pretty amazing girl. They met during his first tenure at Nevermore and sort of, Clicked, not intentionally of course. She had her bright bubbly attitude which melted down his more cold and indifferent attitude towards everything and everyone, and now (Y/n) "Views" life in a more, honest fashion. He smiles hearing her voice, and tilts his head slightly to her direction.

"Well, what's new? You're pretty exited.." He asks and he notices her heartbeat is faster than average, and he can just hear the gleaming in her voice.

"I should and called you about it but let me give you the deets, I'm getting a roomie!" She says, and he smiles in response.

"That's great, is someone changing dorms?"

"No, she's transferring from another school, Wednesday Addams! I did. my research and she got expelled from her last school." Enid casually explains, and (Y/n) takes a sip of his Assam black tea, before listening to more of Enids explanation

"Yeah she tossed piranhas into the school pool and a boy lost a testicle." She flatly said which causes (Y/n) to cough up his Tea hearing that.

"E-Enid, are you... sure You want someone like that to Room with you? I think Principal Weems would understand you wanting a transfer."

"What? No! We're going to be the best of friends! I can already picture it! Doing each others hair, nails, talking about all the gossip at Nevermore, the Boys~" Enid was too much in a euphoric mood to listen to reason, (Y/n) simply nodded and acted happy for her, subconsciously worried for her health.

"Well, I hope you have fun then." He said, before the Principal Weems spoke up from behind them.

"Miss Sinclair." She said with this gaudy and proper tone, Enid quickly turns around, and smiles.

"Please, allow me to bring you up to your new Roommate, good morning also to you Mister Healy." She said, turning her attention towards (Y/n), who gives a solemn bow to principal Weems.

"Good Morning Principal." He replies, "Could I ask you what time it is?" He said, and she checks her watch.

"Nearing Seven."

"Ah, well I should get to feeding the crows then." He said, Enid and (Y/n) stand up and she waves him goodbye as she walks off with the Principal, he gives her a small wave back before walking away. He, without much issue, walks over to what seems to look like a Bin, he digs into it and takes out a bag, opening it, was full of an assortment of seeds. He tosses the bag as it opens and spills the seeds, he grabs a handful, and with the other arm, he taps his Cane on the ground twice. The Caws echo from the dead trees outside the Academy. They soar like a platoon of airmen. They land and peck, eating the seeds hungrily.

"You all seem eager, good." He says, and one flies up and lands on his arm. He smiles, it's caw echoes like music to his ears. He soon felt the crow fly off his arms desperately, all the crows fly away as if they're trying to avoid something. He feels a pair of footsteps approach. He acts oblivious until Enids voice comes though like music.

"And this, is (Y/n) Hearly. (Y/n), this is Wednesday Addams." Enid said, he turns around to sense a, dark presence, the sound waves echo and it forms a decent image of the woman standing next to Enid, the aura about her was a sense of utter dread. (Y/n) tries to put it behind him and offers a handshake.

"(Y/n), nice to meet you." He says, she takes it, firmly but her skin felt like ice. Sending chills down his spine he shivers slightly from it. He lets go a bit quickly and motions to the front.

"Welcome to Nevermore—" he begins but she cuts him off.

"You can skip the school Introductions your "Bestie" already informed me. I have no intention to stay here." She said, and Enid tries to make the situation better.

"Anyway, I came to ask if you could help move her stuff to the room!" She says and (Y/n) bows.

"I'd love to help." He says, Wednesday just stares morbidly at him, emotionless, cold. Shes analyzing him, she looks at his cane.

"You're Blind." She Said. And he laughed.

"Oh, how very perceptive of you, yes. I am." He Said, sarcastically, but her eyes still focused.

"You seem much more focused on your surroundings than the average blind person, you probably heard us approaching." She continues.

"Huh, can't get anything past you, can I? A question if I may, what happened at your old school?" He asked, and her response was short but terrifying.

"The only person who gets to torture my brother is me." She replies in that deadpan mundane tone, which sends shivers down his spine, he attempts to play it off.

"Ah, understandable, so... you don't plan to stay? Why not?" He asked, "This was my parents' idea. They've been looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all a part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan."

"What plan?" Enid asked.

"To turn me into a version of themselves." She replies, and Enid looks a bit, curious.

"In that case, perhaps you can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off." Enid says, and (Y/n) chimes in. "Murder?"

"Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting?" She says, Enid and (Y/n) sees both taken aback by her odd behavior, even for an outcast. "Right.." Enid begins, "Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene."

"I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés."

"Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain. There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales. Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires. Some of them have literally been here for decades. That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like me!" Enid says to herself.

"Full moons get pretty loud around here. That's when Furs "wolf out." Id suggest you pick up noise-cancelling headphones, they've saved me ample sleep." (Y/n) says.

"I'm assuming Scales are sirens?" Wednesday said.

"You catch on quick. And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty. Although her crown's been slipping lately. She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe. But they broke up at the beginning of the semester. Reason unknown." Enid explains, much to Wednesday's uncaring attitude.

"Fascinating. And you?" She asked (Y/n) who gives a bow.

"A Fomorian, we’re..Ancient Tyrants from Ireland." (Y/n) explains, "There isn't many of us, Enids the only one who's really been a good friend to me, others are a bit wary. But they’ve come around, once Enid showed them I’m mot much of a real threat, they became much nicer and understanding thanks to her blog I suppose.” (Y/n) explains.

"I know, right? My vlog is, like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip." She explains, "(Y/n) sadly can't see it." Enid huffs.

(Y/n) leans into Wednesday a bit.

"There are some benefits to being blind. But I must ask, if you do murder people, what do you do with the bodies? Do you.. eat them? You might be a Fur."

"Quite the contrary. I actually fillet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets." She stares proverbial daggers at (Y/n), who just laughs, almost in disbelief.

"You.. really are different." He said. "Not that it's a bad thing of course."

"You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok." Enid says to Wednesday.

"I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation." She replies, (Y/n) and Enid share a small glance. "Well, I should get to taking your stuff to your room." (Y/n) says.

"See you adequate enough to not get lost on the way there?" She asked, and he smirks.

"Well, much like you Wednesday..." he says, the Furs begin a food fight and one hurls a peach, flying at him, without even breaking a sweat he catches it. His focus still on Miss Addams.

"I'm very perceptive.."

As (Y/n) and Enid take Wednesdays things to her room, she is forced to say goodbye to her family.

"Look at you, my little deathtrap. Seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories. Doesn't it, Tish?" Her Father, Gomez. Her illustrious and, profound mother steps up, Morticia.

"Yes. Why don't you boys wait in the car? Wednesday and I need a moment." She said, Pugsley, her less than enthusiastic brother is then approached by Wednesday.

"Pugsley, you're soft and weak. You'll never survive without me. I give you two months, tops." She says, what seems to be nothing but cold insults to some were words of love to him.

"I'm gonna miss you, too, sis." He said, Gomez and pugsley leave, letting Wednesday and Morticia have a solemn stare down.

"Any plans you have of running away end right now. I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep. You have nowhere to go."

"As usual, you underestimate me, Mother. I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will never hear from me again."

The two opposing forces seem so contested. Morticia sighs at her dismayed daughter.

"You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your own way. I'm sure you'll grow to love Nevermore, and find it as life-changing as I did. Oh, I got you a little something." She continues and hands her an amulet, dark in design.

"W... M. Our initials. It's made of obsidian, which Aztec priests used to conjure visions. It's a symbol of our connection."

"Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke? I'm not you, Mother. I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family." Wednesday retorted with scathing remarks, Which Morticia tries not to respond to.

"I'm told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn't take it to heart."

"Fortunately, you don't have one."

"..Finally, a kind word for your mother, We can't talk to you for the first week while you're settling in, so we'll call you next Sunday." She said, giving Wednesday a lovingly look before leaving. What seems to be a "Perfect." Rooming situation has turned into the complete opposite, as Wednesday tore off the colored plastic for the massive circular window within her room, only her side of course, which would have been fine for most people. But Enid isn't, most people.

"What the hell did you do to my room?!" Enid storms into her room after seeing it, which Wednesday calmly turns to her.

"Dividing our room equally. It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side."

"I—"

"Silence would be appreciated. This is my writing time." Wednesday says, sitting at her desk and in front of a vintage typewriter.

"Your writing time?"

"I devote an hour a day to my novel. Perhaps if you did the same, your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."

"I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love."

"Your followers are clearly imbeciles. I'm surprised (Y/n) hasn't poured melting wax into his ears by now listening to it, They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures."

"Uh, you mean, emojis? It's how people express their feelings. I realize that's a foreign concept to you." Enid reminds, pretty surprising, they approach each other, standing on the edge of their respective sides of the room.

"When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole. By the way, there are two D's in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly." Wednesday walked back to her typewriter. Enid, in pure spite, Enid plays pop music, just to annoy the more mundane Wednesday. She twists her head around, Owl like.

"Turn that off. This is your final warning." Wednesday approached, but Enids nails elongated into sharp claws.

"Rawr! Don't mess with me. This kitty's got claws, and I'm not afraid to use them." Enid and Wednesday are at a standoff, neither side giving any leeway, before and guts and glamor could be spilled, the door to their room opens. It was a woman, slightly brunette hair with an, oddly normal flair in terms of most teachers.

"Good evening, girls. Oh, sorry about the mud. I wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in. Ah. Is this a bad time? I'm Ms. Thornhill, your dorm mom. Apologies, I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid has given you the old Nevermore welcome." She said, the two girl momentarily halt their fangs.

"She's been smothering me with hospitality. I hope to return the favor...In her sleep." Wednesday said, which Enid eyes her, Thornhill reveals in her arms a plant, which was oddly black, devoid of color, or life.

"Well, here's a little welcome gift from my conservatory. I try to match the right flower to each of my girls. When I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one."

"The black dahlia."

"Oh, you know it?"

"Of course. It's named after my favorite unsolved murder. Thank you." Thornhill looks taken aback by it but tries to keep her composure.

"Okey-dokey. Before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules. Lights off at 10:00, no loud music, and no boys, ever."

"What's the story about going into the local town?" Wednesday asked.

"Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It's a brisk 25-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends. The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves, or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes. That means keep your claws to yourself, and no smothering people in their sleep. Are we clear? Great talk." Thornhill leaves, letting Enid and Wednesday alone.

Jericho, the City housing Nevermore have a bit of a history, an unfortunate one at that. Wednesday is being taken to her therapist.

"Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her. Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate."

"Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you. And chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade." Wednesdays cold and unfeeling attitude made the Principal a bit, unwary.

"Given your history, I'm sure you're intent on running away. I'm here to prevent that from happening. I wish you luck." Weems says, stopping at the Office. Wednesday enters and to the clean, porcelain white room of her new and kind therapist.

"I read the notes from your school counselor. Mrs. Bronstein." She Said.

"She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical."

"Go ahead and take a seat. How did you feel about that?"

"Vindicated. But someone who crochets for a hobby isn't a worthy adversary."

"Adversary? I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect. This is a safe space, Wednesday. A sanctuary where we can discuss anything. What you're thinking, feeling, your views on the world, personal philosophy."

"That's easy. I think that this is a waste of time. I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed."

"So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to dump piranha in the pool?" She asked, and Wednesday looks a bit pleased with herself.

"You know the old saying, "never bring a knife to a sword fight." Unless it's concealed."

"Point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for your actions. That's why you're here."

"He lost a testicle. I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn't procreate. I've answered all your questions." Wednesday stands up but is shut down.

"We're not done yet. Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself. It can teach you new ways to deal with your emotions. It can also help you build a life that you want."

"I know the life that I want."

"Tell me about it. Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential. Do your plans involve becoming an author? I understand you've written three novels about a teen girl detective, Viper De La Muerte. Can you tell me about her?" She asked, and Wednesday shows a hint of her true feelings.

"Viper is smart, perceptive, chronically misunderstood."

"Any luck getting your work published?"

"Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms. One once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested I seek psychiatric help. Hmm. Ironic, isn't it?"

"How did you take that?"

"I sent her a "thank you."

Wednesday sends her "Thank You", which was full of mouse traps, heavy steel ones that can and will break bones.

"...I've always been open to constructive criticism." She says with her classic mundane expression.

"I'm glad to hear that. Because I was sent the manuscripts as part of your psych evaluation. The relationship I found most intriguing was that of Viper and her mother, Dominica. Why don't we dig into that? Part of this journey requires us going to uncomfortable places emotionally."

"I don't travel well. Would you mind if I use the powder room first?" She asked, The Therapist kindly obliged and Wednesday enters, and quickly begins to come up with a way to leave.

"Wednesday? Is everything okay? You can't hide for the rest of the session."

"I'm all right. Just preparing myself for our uncomfortable journey." She says, and sneaks out of the window. Entering a local coffee shop, she procures a ride to her freedom. As Wednesday sits at a sit in, she looks out the window to the insignificant lives of those in this town. And her eyes focus on a crow, perched on the window still, looking at her.

"Wednesday." A voice said calmly, she turns forward to (Y/n) sitting calmly across from her, she didn't even hear him approach. She looks back at the crow, which disappears.

"So, new in Town?" He says breaking the Ice.

"What do you want?"

"Can't I just say hello? I would say it's nice to see you but alas, I can't."

"For someone who's blind you're annoyingly focused on your surroundings."

"It's a benefit of being a monster, speaking of, I talked to Enid and she said you and her had a "Disagreement." About something." He begins, but Wednesday quickly shuts him down.

"The Glorified Personification of the 21st Century and I have opposing views, she didn't need to send her blind hound after me."

"Enid doesn't know I'm here, most don't know I'm here. I'm not here to fight you, Wednesday."

"Then what is it that you want from me?" She asks.

"I've heard of the things you've done before at your old school, all I ask that you don't hurt Enid. She, means a lot to me." He said, there was a ping from his coat and he pulls his phone out, Siri reads out a message, but Wednesday notices his phone case was pink, handmade with stickers, it's obvious it was made by a person with a much more, Feminine touch. It has the words "Bestie" bedazzled on it.

"Your phone case oozes insecurity and self deprivation." She said, and he turns his head towards her.

"I was a gift from Enid when I first came here, almost dropped my phone and she caught it, told me I should be more careful and, we just started talking. So she made this for me, Heh, always protecting me." He tilts his head up back at Wednesday.

"All I'm asking is that you is to be, well not nice but, just sociable to her, she's not a bad person. And she was really excited about you coming." (Y/n) explains, and Wednesday for a moment hesitates for an answer.

"I'll.. consider your request."

"Thank you—"

"Under one condition... you tell me what you truly are… i doubt your story of who you truly are.” she says. His attitude softens and he sighs, and he places his cane on the table.

"I'm not just a Fomorian, but a cursed one.. you know the Tale of Balor? The War Tyrant who's evil eye cursed whatever it laid its eyes upon, that's.. me. I'm Balor. Just reborn as a human thankfully, but the eyes still linger, but when your eyes can literally cause the destruction of the world, ...Drastic measures have to be taken. And my parents.." he continues, his voice getting a bit, somber.

"They Blinded you." Wednesday says, finishing the story.

"Thus the Tragic tale of Balor of Nevermore.." (Y/n) said, he couldn't see it, but he felt Wednesdays silence somehow, for a girl not lacking an arsenal of insults, she was quiet.

"Your Story...is tragic, they feared your power and tried to shut it down. You kept up your side of the Bargain so I will keep mine. I'll.. try to refrain from harming your Pet." She said, he sighs from her declaration.

"She's not my... whatever; thank you." He says, he turns to face the window.

"Some advice Wednesday, The Normies of Jericho, avoid Em, they don't see you as another human being, they see you as.. a "Freak." He said, while Wednesday couldn't see his eyes, she could feel the anger and spite forming from his words. Soon, the doors open from the Coffee shop to three teenagers, dressed as Pilgrims, they notice the Nevermore students.

"Hey, boys, check it out. Who's that?"

"Bro... Come on."

"What's a Pair of Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?"

"This is our booth."

"Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?" Wednesday said, much to the Chagrin of the Teens.

"We're pilgrims."

"Potato, po-tah-to." She responds.

"We work at Pilgrim World." One said.

"It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide." She says, they approach Menacingly and (Y/n) stood up and tried to act peacefully.

"Cmon, guys there's no reason for us to act like this, we're just trying to enjoy our evening." (Y/n) said, the three scoff.

"The Freaks trying to weasel his way out of it." One said.

"Yeah, I don't think the Freak can see." Another laughs, and (Y/n) tries to keep his composure; leaning a bit on his Cane.

"Cmon, just leave us—" one, taking it too far sweeps his cane, forcing him to trip. He falls on his hands and knees and they laugh. Wednesday said nothing as they did, but she slowly stood up. Her glare catching the concern of them.

"It's fine.. Wednesday." (Y/n) says calmly, he takes his cane and stands back up, he walks over to the door, and with a swift motion, locks it. He turns to the boys.

".. Call me a Freak... One more time." He says, and they laugh at the blind one.

"Aww, gonna Cry? Call your Mommy? Or; are you gonna get your little creepy girlfriend to beat us up, better luck next Time, Freak." One said, they laughed once more, before the steel of the raven came went tying into his forehead, knocking him out, it's in the air and the other two look, (Y/n) comes running full speed, he jumps into the air, catches it and cracks another in the face, one begins to swing at him but he, with almost instinct, dodges and ducks each punch, before stomping on his foot, making him leap on one, he gut checks him with the steel end of the cane, he fails to one knee, gasping for air, he cocks back and swings, knocking him out as well. The three bodies lie on the ground, he adjusts his suit and uniform and walks to the door and unlocks it.

"Now, try and behave." He said, before the Sheriff, a gruffly man perhaps in his late 50s to early 60s.

"Tyler, the hell's going on in here?" He asked, turning his attention to the young man tending to the counter.

"They were harassing a customer, and he put them in their place." He said, the Sherrif looks to the young blind boy.

"This blind kid took down three boys? Did you help him?"

"Dad, I swear, I wasn't involved." Tyler says, and Weems enters as well; and looks Surprised to see (Y/n) and Wednesday.

"Apologies, Sheriff. These two slipped away from me. Come on, Mister Healy, Miss Addams, time to go." She says and the two begin to leave, before the Sheriff stops them.

"Wait a minute, hang on. You're an Addams? Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father? That man belongs behind bars for murder. Hm...I'm gonna keep my eye on you." he says to them, and with those puzzling words, they leave, and Weems is more than miffed at them.

"Your first day and you're already on Sheriff Galpin's radar. Wish I could say I was surprised, and sneaking out of ground Mister Healy?"

"I caught the wrong shuttle; I apologize.. Wednesday found me and brought me to the cafe before we were accosted by those men." He said covering for her. "How kind of her." Weems said, somewhat buying the plausible explanation.

"What did he mean about my father?" Wednesday said.

"I have no idea, but a word of advice. Stop making enemies and start making a few friends. You're going to need them." Weems replies, their drive continues down to Nevermore, but slowly passing a car crash, a horrid one at that.

"Looks like an accident. I hope the driver's okay"

"He's dead. Broke his neck." Wednesday said, looking at the body. It's off How she could tell from the angle she had.

Night Falls upon Nevermore and while many of its students revel in the Darkness, some prefer to stay indoors with said activities. Such is Wednesday, who's haunting Cello tunes echo all throughout Nevermore, it especially reached the Ears of (Y/n), who stood at his rooms window, listening to the elegant but haunting tunes, and he had to get in closer. With a tap of his Cane, a crow bellows to his aid, he whispers into its ear and it flies off to the unknown. Wednesday ends her performance, and talks to someone.

"No, I don't really feel better. There's just something wrong about this place. Not just because it's a school." She says, and the taps of wood are heard, and Wednesday looks at the standing holding the music notes to a dismembered Hand, which was sown together. It somehow was, alive. Enid enters the Balcony as well.

"How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?" She asked and Wednesday turns towards her.

"I had an extra hand." She said deadpanned, and shows Thing.

"Whoa. Where's the rest of him?" She asks.

"It's one of the great Addams family mysteries." Wednesday said, and she hears the baying and howling of Werewolves in Nevermore.

"Why aren't you wolfing out?" Wednesday asks enid

"Because I can't." She says, she shows her growing finger nails, "It's all I got. My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it? Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never... you know."

"What happens then?"

"I'd become a lone wolf."

"Sounds perfect."

"Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over. I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate." Enid says, holding back tears, Wednesdays looks off the balcony as well, seeing (Y/n) cleaning out a large bird cage.

"I doubt that, one mate would be walking into walls at the moment, I'm failing to see the problem here."

"I could die alone." Enid says.

"We all die alone, Enid."

"You really suck at this. Cheering people up." Enid says and cries, not able to hold it back.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm upset! Haven't you ever cried, or are you above that too?" Enid said obviously upset.

"It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old. I took my pet scorpion, Nero, out for his afternoon stroll, and we were ambushed. They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet. Two of them held me down and made me watch...while the others ran Nero over until... It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out. But tears don't fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again. " Wednesday explains her story, and Enid, now seeing that she isn't some cold machine, feels for her.

"Your secret's safe with me. Still think you're weird as shit, though."

"The feeling is incredibly mutual. How would you like your single room back? You just need to show me how to use your computer." Wednesday said, which confuses Enid.

"Okay?.." she says and leads her in, after some basic instruction on "How To Internet." Wednesday is able to pull on a web chat with someone; the guy who ram the cafe, Tyler.

"Uh... hi."

"That's Thing. Is he, like, your pet? Look, I know Nevermore is ground zero for all things weird, but this is next-level. So, what happened to not wanting to be a slave to technology?"

"Desperate times. Are you still willing to help me escape?"

"After what happened today, I figured they'd have you in solitary."

"There's the Harvest Festival this weekend. Attendance is mandatory. I'm going to use it as a cover. If you're willing to drive me to the station, I can make it worth your while." Wednesday said, and Tyler obliges.

"I'm in. And no charge. Consider it a freebie."

"Why? "

"Cause I wish I was going with you. At least one of us will get out of this hellhole town."

The First day of the Weekend begins with the Harvest Festival, a crowning achievement for Jericho and their very urban and more down to earth festival of carnival and games. Wednesday and Enid stand before each other, watching Tyler argue with his father.

"Are you sure you can trust that normie?"

"I trust that I can handle myself. I don't want you talking to her."

"Well, good luck and safe travels." Enid offers a hug, much to the chagrin of Wednesday. "Still not a hugger." Enid walks away, leaving Wednesday to escape, but as she turns around, a crow watches from a building, and (Y/n) sits calmly on a bench, drinking a soda. And Wednesday can tell.

"The Fool is following me, fortunately he makes it easy to point out." She says and they walk off. He stands up to follow but with all the sounds, his hearing cannot focus and he must console them eyes of another, but even then, it's not enough to go on, he halts as he gets a hint, Wednesday breaks off from Tyler and chase someone into the forest. He begrudgingly attempts to give chase, listening to the sounds and impacts, what caught him off guard were the horrid screams of death and despair, he picks up the speed.

"Wednesday?! Wednesday!" He yells, he halts as he feels himself nearby something, he slams his cane against a tree and like a sonar, it brings it all to a picture, and more importantly the corpse lying on the ground and Wednesday nearby.

"... Wednesday.. what the Hell Happened?" He asked, she takes something and walks over to him.

"We don't have much time, and I'd rather discuss this without a corpse nearby, as much as that upsets me." She says, and the Boy sadly agrees, on the balcony of her dorm room, he gets most information.

"A monster? That killed Rowan? But there aren't any in Nevermore I can think of, but why was Rowan attacking you? How does this all connect?" He asks pacing around.

"I will need to do some investigating on my own, I can assume you and I share a common goal now. You wish to keep your Pet safe. And I want to understand why I am tied into this all." Wednesday explains, (Y/n) stops and turns to her.

"Again, not my Pet, and her safety is important to me, just as much as yours Wednesday."

"I can take care of myself."

"Obviously... I Never Said you couldn't, but it's never wrong to have someone who wants to help you." (Y/n) says. "I'll help because you're in danger, and I don't want my friends in danger.

"We're Not Friends."

"Not yet.. so, what all has happened?" (Y/n) asks.

"Let's see. I narrowly avoided death twice, discovered that my father may be a murderer, learned that I could potentially destroy the school, and was mysteriously saved by a homicidal monster. As much as it pains me to admit, mother was right."

"Right about what?" (Y/n) asks, and Wednesday responds.

"This school. I think I'm going to love it here." She says and has the smallest smirk on her face.

#wednesday addams x male reader #netflix #male reader #blindness #enid sinclair #wedensday x you #Wednesday #Wednesday x Reader #reader insert

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mmmichyyy · 1 year

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hi, i couldn't stop thinking about ray's @whatthebodygraspsnot manip of ian burrowing his head under mickey's shirt, so i wrote this 🖤

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“you’re doing it again.”

ian looks up. blinks. “doing what.”

mickey huffs. “you know what.”

innocent green eyes continue to blink. “don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, mick.”

“the sniffing thing.” mickey isn’t going to indulge his husband’s clingy tendencies. nope. not today. “you’re practically inhaling my shirt.”

“can’t help it.” the arms wrapped around mickey’s waist tighten. “you smell so good.”

mickey rolls his eyes. “we use the same laundry detergent and soap.”

“it’s more than that. i can’t explain it. you just…” ian pauses. “you smell like home. our home, y’know?”

mickey flicks ian’s forehead with his thumb. “sappy fucker.”

a hand slowly creeps under mickey’s shirt. warm, slow, so slow. on instinct, mickey bites his lips and leans into the touch, shuddering slightly at the skin on skin contact.

“your skin is so soft, baby,” ian murmurs. lightly dances another hand up mickey’s chest. “like velvet. love your peach fuzz.” firm thumbs press down along mickey’s ribcage. “you bruise so easily too, like a peach…”

“ian…” words seem to escape mickey at the moment. “please…”

ian shifts his body. hums softly, the tip of his nose lightly nudging mickey’s stomach, tongue swirling on the skin above mickey’s waistband. oh, okay then.

…except instead of going down, ian moves in the opposite direction, up and under mickey’s shirt. doesn’t even bother to push the fabric aside, just burrows his head underneath without warning. all mickey sees when he looks down is a grey lump attached to his chest, tufts of red curls peeking through the neckhole.

“think you mixed up north from south,” mickey breathes, except the air is momentarily whooshed out of his lungs when the lump responds by twisting gentle fingers around his hardened nubs, tweaking and flicking and breathing warm puffs of air on bare skin. every movement, every point of contact has mickey writhing on the couch, nails digging into ian’s shoulder blades. the sensations from just ian’s fingers and tongue has every cell in mickey’s body tingling, lighting up every nerve, heating up every expanse of skin.

suddenly the air in the room is hot, too hot, and mickey has a second of clarity in his hazy euphoric state to realize ian's lips have been glued to his skin for minutes? maybe hours? now, unrelenting with no signs of stopping. because of course his goofy puppy-dog of a husband would rather stay trapped and suffocate than deny mickey of pleasure. of course.

the t-shirt is quickly pulled down and ian’s head pops out of the neckhole, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. mickey swallows ian’s gasp for fresh air with his lips and embraces ian’s racing heart against his own, kissing and kissing until they both break down into laughter at how ridiculous and uncomfortable they are - sticky, sweaty, and sharing a shirt that’s stretched to its limit.

“you gonna get off me anytime soon?”

ian presses the side of his cheek on mickey’s chest. closes his eyes.

“no,” ian says simply, “i’m where i want to be.”

and okay. mickey can live with that.

#running away and hiding now #gallavich #gallavich ficlet #ian and mickey #my words #michy ficlet

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levmada · 1 year

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i want to get high with levi so fucking bad. cuddle with him and kiss him all slow.. probably give him a nice handjob so i can listen to sweet little moans..

pretend this takes place on valentine’s day💀

//weed, fem!reader | .6k

yesyesyes okay Levi always ends up nodding off at some point, but the difference is that when you’ve smoked, and his head is all cloudy in the most pleasant way, he can truly relax, especially with your weight resting on top of him. like your legs are intertwined a little, he’s just holding you like a teddy bear, and stroking your hair. every now and then you rouse him with a kiss, and he just keeps going in for one more soft, wet peck. you smell so good. your skin feels so good. just your very presence makes his chest glow in a way.

so when you lazily skip his lips and start tonguing at his neck, he’s already so sensitive there and with his inhibitions gone he gasps. whatever you’re trying to do to him, he’s already on board.

it honestly becomes a question of why you didn’t get naked sooner. feeling your bare skin grinding against his is practically euphoric. he gets more distracted than he’d like, stroking your hips, bowing his head and tugging wordlessly until his lips close on your soft breast. he squeezes and rubs the other, appreciating its supple, perfect weight. he can’t help it, a little whine escaping when you stroke his twitchy cock and tease him for how he’s all over your tits when he clearly needs more.

when usually he’d act annoyed, the sound of your voice by itself just goes straight to his cock. you stroke him and squeeze as he practically drowns himself in your tits. just imagine pushing them up against his round cheeks with thumb teasing his slit. he can’t get enough.

godd, and your fist sounds so wet pumping him cos of how loose and pliable he’s been. he doesn’t know what it is about getting high with you that gets him so horny. his hips get twitchy so fast, and he loses his breath completely. little noises slip past his lips so much moreeee. even though they're quiet, they sound so erotic. sometimes airy and dripping with desperation and sometimes so rich with pleasure.

occasionally his kissing gets all lazy and distracted. especially when your hand closes on his swollen balls and squeeze. with your fist back to tugging and stroking, you work him up all over again.

as such he nears his peak within minutes. when he’s high, his hazy eyes beg you, he’s even more squirmy and clingy than when he's sober. god he needs it so bad, he can’t stop himself. he compensates for it by sucking on your tongue, his nostrils flaring, and his hitched whimpers bouncing off all four walls. sounds so so pretty.

“Are you gonna come, baby? You close?”

his whole face goes hot, his brows tilting in that way you know means he’s trying to keep himself together. “Yeah—Yeah, ‘m sorry, I can’t…”

“Aw, baby. You can come, come for me, okay? Be loud.”

you flick your wrist with your words, but it doesn’t fucking matter because his muscles have already locked. it feels like he’s melting. like he pours over the edge, with a wet gasp and the sweetest moan. his hips lurch incessantly and the packed muscles on his tummy flex, his writhing somehow delayed to the noises falling off his gaping lips. his throbbing cock squirts cum all over his belly, up to his pecs.

it’s really so adorable how visibly his cock throbs and taps his belly. Regardless of what you get up to, Levi is so sensitive he ends up cumming hard every time. including when you get him stoned😵‍💫😵‍💫

#tw weed #tw drugs #when levi apologizes for coming too fast….>>>>>>>>>#levi smut #levi x reader #captain levi x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi ackerman smut #levi.thirsts

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stxrlng · 10 months

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Could I request Miguel O’Hara x Fem Scientist who has been rivals with him before he became Spiderman, and over the years has developed a crush on him

Ugh yess i feel at some point in any miggy fict the reader has some typa conflict with him totally understandable cause he is a lot to handle.

My pretty scientist

pairing:Miguel o’hara+fem reader

warning:small amounts of smut, plot, getting ate out, pussy drunk, MIGUEL IS A WHOLE WARNING AS IT IS,

“Mr. O’hara this is scientist y/L/n” you step closer trying to get a better look at the man he moved around on the spinning chair then stops and looks up locking eyes with you he scoffs and then looks down.

something in that moment made you hate him you despised him but you chose to ignore him you go on for the rest of your walk through figuring things out.

weeks to months went by Miguel saw you as a rival and not an equal that made you so mad but it didn’t stop that little crush you had on him every thing about him made you like him more even tho he was a total asshole.

soon coming up on your second year mark he started acting weird not coming to work as much showing up late he always looked tense tired so you decided to do something crazy instead of asking him what’s wrong you decided to follow him.

after work you followed him out for some reason he didn’t walk to his car as usual but into an alleyway close by he stops and you hide behind the wall turning just enough to see him he yanks his top off leaving his very toned upper body out his veins turning red his eyes glowing claws come outta his fingers he jumps on the wall crawling up it then jumping to the next building out of sight.

you go home scared outta your mind trying to forget about it you make it into your bed room getting ready for bed thinking of calling in sick the next day you get in bed ready to just forget before you hear a screech at the window looking up fast only to see miguel eyes red hair messy breathing hard the sight was so unholy you slowly walk to the window opening it he pushes in slowly towering over you, you back up and fall onto the bed you try you get to get back up before he’s right on top of you trapping you.

“I promise I didn’t see anything please don’t hurt me” you whispered trying to hide your face in the covers he pushed his head into the side of your neck then relaxed his body and grabbed your legs spreading them so he could lay between them caressing your sides kissing your neck his fangs scratching your skin making goosebumps scatter on your skin.

"Y/n you feel good" he groans out the pool in your panties keeps getting wetter he rubs his nose against you sniffing "Your smell is so toxic" he moans into your shoulder then biting down causing you to jerk up into him whimpering out "Miguel please" you claw at his back something flows through your veins something that makes you still "It's ok its gonna feel good soon" you trust his words.

soon your body has reached a euphoric state all you can feel is him his mind links with yours his thoughts rush to you it’s you your all over his mind painted in his brain you arch into him so you’ll feel closer to him.

he rips your panties off in a swift motion he grinds his groin into you he stops slowly moving down placing kisses all over your body making it all the way down to your thighs licking kissing biting them groping the soft flesh.

finally making it the place you want him to be he licks up your slit collecting your juice’s going clock wise around your clit making you jolt up his hands crush your hips you reach for his hair gripping hard grinding against his face “Miggy don’t stop” you whine out he goes faster your hips trying to keep up with his tongue.

your legs tighten around him and your hips jerk as you come all over his face leaving a big mess on him his eyes glazed over with lust as you try your best to calm down your heart racing he gives kitten licks to your sweet cunt making sure he got everything.

before you know it u pass out leaving him and the empty silence by themselves.

#miguel x you #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spider man 2099 #smut #miguel spiderman

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dare-i-say-it · 2 months

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I love my boyfriend and his body PLENTY as is but, God, I can't wait until he can start T, and get the affirming surgeries he wants. Of course for the gender euphoria he will get, it will be so amazing to see him grow into the person he was meant to be.

However

Definitely would be lying if I did not admit part of it was for my horny reasons.

I love my tdick. Its amazing and euphoric. And I cannot wait for my boyfriend to have one too. I wanna jack him off, and suck on it, and let him fuck me with it. I lose my mind over the idea of being able to feel it throb as he cums. I wanna frot against him, and joke about our sizes.

I wanna kiss down his happy trail, and bite his thighs and belly. I wanna kiss all over his face and feel how much more stubble he has gained. I wanna hear his voice moan for the first time after it drops, and smell the change in his scent. I wanna see how much more confident he is. I want our shot days to line up and have that needy desperate sex that goes along with the spike in sex drive that follows.

I want to kiss his chest scars, and forearm scar from his graft. I can't fucking WAIT for the first time we get to have sex after he completes the bottom surgeries he wants, I want to see the pure joy on his face as he bottoms out in me for the first time using his own dick instead of a strap. Him finally being able to cum inside me and FEEL it when I cum too. I wanna touch, and feel, and admire the body he worked so damn hard to get. I want him to feel good about his body as a whole, and I desperately want to help him learn all the new ways we can make his body feel good too.

#today is my shot day and it shows!#i think if he ever finds this blog i will panic delete it from pure mortification i can never say this shit to him directly #mlm #nblm nsft #nblm #t4t nsft #t4t #trans nsft #t4t mlm #gay #boyfriend #transmasc #ftm nsft #tboy

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penofpenguin · 2 years

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Can I request this but with Idia, Lilia, Epel, and Floyd (feel free to cut back on characters or limit it to a specific dorm [preferably ignihyde if you go down this route] if you'd prefer)? This was a cool prompt and I loved reading it, you did well. Also, should probably specify that I'd like it to be written gender neutral. Please and thank you for your time.

I have fun writing fluffy requests okay 😭

And no dw I can write characters from different dorms its fun since they're all a different spectrum hehe. So hope you enjoy this one!!

Content Warnings: None.

Giving their s/o some of their clothes + their reactions to s/o wearing the clothes

Floyd x GN!Reader, Epel x GN!Reader, Idia x GN! Reader, Lilia x GN!Reader

So you really wanna do this huh?

Ask him for clothes when he's in a good mood and he'll give 90% of his oversized clothes to you.

He'd actually give some without you asking him just because he wants you to wear it.

If you're short or average height, note that Floyd's pants will be too big for you.

"So my Koebi-chan wants my clothes? Okie!!"

Dumps all his clothes on you and complains that he has no clothes and that you're at fault for taking all his clothes.

Uniforms, casual clothes, he doesn't care. As long as it's his clothes, you should wear them in public so he can boast to other guppies that his dearest s/o wears his clothes.

So one day you walk out of your dorm in his clothes and he just happened to be walking by.

As soon as he lays eyes on you he grins and squishes you. Jade, who was walking with him just smiled.

"Floyd I don't think they can breathe."

"You're just jelly nobody wears your clothes except you and the washing machine!"

"Fufu...oh how kind of you."

He loves it so much when you wear his clothes and he'd definitely force tell you to wear his basketball jersey to cheer him on for a game.

Did you just ask him for clothes? DID YOU MEAN IT?!

Farm boy feels so happy and accomplished. He feels like a manly man that his s/o asked him for HIS clothes.

Epel would definitely be too shy to give you clothes and wish that you'll ask him one day. His wish came true and he's still euphoric.

He'll drag you to his room and give you all the clothes you like.

"Y'can keep it!"

He'll give you his comfortable clothes apart from uniforms and will also give you a generous amount of clothes Vil bought for him (he never wears them).

He'll definitely boast about it to his first year friends. Feels like the manliest guy around.

Vil is probably gonna scold him for giving away so many pretty clothes but as long as you're wearing them he's satisfied.

He excitedly came by to tell you about a papercut he got when you welcome him in his clothes.

He's red. No he won't show it but he's so red.

"Yer wearin' them clothes o'mine. They k-kinda suit ye."

He looks so cute like this that you just can't help but tackle him to the floor in a hug.

"G-Get off o'me sweetheart yer gon' get me notha' lesson from that idjit(he means vil)!!!"

Once he gets any of the clothes back, he'll secretly smell(the not sweaty ones) it before he throws it into the laundry basket. Oh no, did you see him. He can explain.

Please wear his clothes more often. Its also an excuse he can give to Vil about not attending those lectures.

Since Idia barely leaves, he usually stacks up on pjs. Even if you ask those from him, he just....turns pink.

"Idia can I borrow some of your clothes?"

"404 error. Idia crashed."

He's confused too. Why him?? There's alot of machos in this school but you chose him?? Oh wait, he'd feel jelly if you wore other guys' clothes.

You corner him and he ends up giving in.

He gives you all sorts of clothes. He's also a hoodie person I believe so expect some hoodies.

Once you take his clothes, he doesn't actually expect you to wear them. Until you did.

A casual Saturday afternoon, you're going to his room to spend ✨quality time✨ while wearing his clothes.

Ortho opens the door with a cheerful smile and as soon as Idia lays his eyes on you...he crashes again. The enemy he was fighting was winning but he didn't seem to notice. The room just becomes pink because of his flamy hair.

"Y-y-y-y-"

"IDIA YOU'RE LOSING!!!"

You two game all day. He just can't help but look at you time to time. You just look so good wearing his clothes.

He wants you to wear his clothes for sure but he's too shy to ask you too. Ortho definitely lets you know about this without Idia's knowledge.

Being the concerned old guy he is, Lilia will actually give you clothes without you asking for them. He's raised 2 kids and 1 neighbor kid ok?

His clothes will probably be small for you but nothing a little magic can't fix am I right?

Like everyone, gives you all sorts of clothes and even some clothes he wore centuries back. He'd ramble on about how the old times were.

"Ahh, I remember this robe. You see during a war a fellow mate gave me this robe..."

"Lilia...you told me this story thousands of times~"

You now have a wardrobe for modern casual clothing and another one for medieval clothing. Uniforms just chill in both.

Whether you go outside looking normal or looking like a castle worker, Lilia falls in love with you all over again.

"You look absolutely stunning my dearest." He says, popping out of a tree.

"DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!"

"Fufufu...sorry. It's just that you looked absolutely breathtaking and adorable that I had to get a closer look. Plus I am an old man. My legs will hurt if I walk too much, no?"

It's just an excuse. He finds your flustered expression adorable. And in his clothes, it's two birds with one stone.

Like Epel he'll definitely give the clothes a small sniff. It makes him feel like you're there with him and won't be leaving anytime soon.

Hope you enjoyed 💖

-Madeline 🐧

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untaemedqueen · 1 year

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: A Misunderstanding, Early Angst Babies, Backstory Drama Begins

Chapter 4.

When you first step out of the car, the scent of manure and nature smacks you in the face like a tidal wave but there's something comforting about it.

Knowing you're about to see animals that took up so much of your imagination during your childhood feels practically euphoric in a way… Not that you'd ever reveal that to the outside world.

"You look lovely, by the way." Jeongguk breathes, closing your door for you.

"Thank you, Jeongguk," you whisper, fixing your long black gloves.

"Just Guk."

"Huh?" you inquire, lifting your sunglasses to the top of your head.

"Just call me Guk. All my friends do."

Oh.

How fucking dangerous is that? You're on friend terms now.

"Alright… Guk…"

The smile he gives is one that can be compared to the expansive universe and all its possibilities or an Aurora Borealis on a cold winter's eve -- breathtaking.

He pockets his hands casually into his ripped black jeans and his head nods towards the entrance of the large zoo. "Ready?"

"Oh yeah," you breathe, fighting the urge to smile.

As he walks beside you with an air of confidence that could smite down the lowly, you take him in. You hope you aren't rude to be thinking this but he doesn't look like the type to be into theoretical physics.

And if he is then why did he not graduate from Stanford? And why is he an escort?

It seems that he's an enigmatic puzzle quite like you.

Although some would argue that you aren't a puzzle, just dreadfully dreary.

"I can't believe you wore heels to walk around a zoo," Jeongguk laughs, pulling you from your thoughts.

Notching your eyebrow, you tilt your head to him. "I paid for a VIP tour. We don't walk."

"I see," he muses, sniffling once and lifting his arm to wrap it around your shoulders.

When you freeze, he slowly pulls away. "Just trying to get you comfortable with me. I don't have to though."

You imagine the wedding then, if you aren't comfortable with him by then people might assume you paid him and you will NOT allow people to judge you.

So you grip his wrist and fling his arm back over your shoulders without a second thought.

"Atta girl," Guk laughs.

He smells of sandalwood and citrus -- clementine, maybe? It's honestly divine and it matches him all too well.

"It's a nice day to see some animals," the escort comments, stepping past the gate with you by his side.

"Yes," you agree.

In a way, you feel kind of terrible that you have zero personality anymore. You give nothing to conversations nor can you manage to keep one up. It must be incredibly taxing to others.

Your date seems pleased with your answer though because he gives you a wide smile that makes the tips of your toes tingle.

"Do you have any pets?" you inquire.

"A dog. A Great Dane, his name is Hawking," the escort answers, pulling out his phone and showing you his wallpaper.

"Like the physicist Stephen Hawking?"

"The very same. Bingo," he muses, giving you a wink.

"What's your I-"

"Miss L/N!"

When you're cut off from speaking, the scowl that etches onto your face makes Jeongguk's eyebrows lift with amusement.

"You're feisty," he jests, turning to the person who's calling you.

You nudge him softly, the ice around you breaking for merely a moment to let in a good natured joke.

The zoo personnel that sees your disappointed expression seems to reel their excitement back in and they give you a polite smile. "It's such a pleasure to have you here. We can start your tour as soon as you're ready."

"Let me just run to the restroom, I'll be right back," you promise.

Guk nods, dropping his arm off your shoulders and watching the way you stride effortlessly towards the tribal decorated restrooms.

You've got a great ass.

"You're a lucky dude, huh?" the zookeeper breathes, stepping up beside the escort.

Jeongguk smirks, folding his arms accordingly. "Yeah, she's something else."

"She's so generous too," the keeper beams, lowering the volume of his walkie talkie.

It intrigues Guk immediately and his head cranes towards the shorter man beside him. "How so?"

"Y/N donates almost a million dollars every year to the sanctuary! She's the reason why our zoo looks so wonderful! She's the reason we can do conservation as well as we can."

Your date simply shakes his head, a wry smile etching onto his features.

There's so much of you shrouded away from the world. He wants to just get a chisel and hammer and just knock away all the stone encasing you until there's just you in your purest form left.

"Is that right?" he breathes, drifting his hands through his long hair.

You surely are a Rubik's Cube that he wants to solve.

"And to your left here we have the pygmy hippos. They're native to West Africa and are still unfortunately on the endangered species list but with all of your donations we've found a way to breed more of them," Lyle, the zookeeper informs you and your date stopping the golf cart.

"Oh, that's okay Lyle. You don't have to keep bringing up my m-"

"They're super cute!" Guk chirps, climbing out of the cart and holding his hand out to you.

The zoo tour has been going smoothly so far, you really are enjoying yourself. There's something wonderful about seeing Guk light up with each and every cute animal that makes the day even better. You've begun to wonder why you've closed yourself up so tightly over the years.

Is this what you've been missing out on?

You've been missing out on making memories with people that deserve it?

You've hidden away from the world for so long that maybe you've been missing out on good people too.

You take the escort's hand, stepping up alongside him.

He leans against the wooden railing along the habitat, letting his black hair fall into his eyes. "You can let someone gush about your donations, y'know. You're really helping them out here."

He speaks softly to you, almost as if he's trying to feather away any embarrassment that might land in your direction from his words.

"I just- My money isn't the most important thing there is."

"That's true," Jeongguk agrees, "You're more important than your money but you do help them out here. It's only right that they gush."

He smiles over at you, pushing some hair back behind your ear and you practically fall backwards at the feeling. Your heel slips awkwardly and he catches you with ease, wrapping his arm around your waist safely.

"Relax, Y/N. I know it's hard, I do. But try and relax," he murmurs, setting you upright.

Taking a deep breath, you turn towards the hippo, training your sights on the animal.

Your body is an amalgamation of sickly horror and longing all at once and you aren't sure which you should let win.

The one time Namjoon tried to push your hair back behind your ear, you smacked his wrist so hard that it left a welt for three days.

It's only been a few hours since the tour began but Guk had slowly gotten you to be more comfortable with him. From the way he jokes around with you, even though it's small and it doesn't need to be returned or the way he smiles at you like you're something brand new to his life -- it has set you at ease.

Which is why the next set of words he chooses to say makes you feel as if you're walking over glass with bare feet.

"Just let me show you what you're paying for."

When you wrinkle your nose in distaste, Guk knows that he worded it wrong. "W-Wait, I didn't mean-"

"You did. I get it. It's a job," you reply briskly.

"Y/N, no. Wait, I'm sor-"

"It was my mistake. I forgot that I was paying you. I'm at fault," you hiss, turning on your heel and walking away.

When you start to march up the hill towards the African Plains section of the zoo, Jeongguk groans loudly.

How could he drop the fucking ball like this?

He didn't mean to say it in such a way…

Guk has noticed just how happy you've been the past few hours. He's noticed how comfortable you've gotten even to the point where you've smiled more times than he can count on two hands so far.

And in an instant with nine fucking words, he's crushed your spirit and your openness.

The guilt that echoes inside of him makes his bones ache long and dull within him. His heart picks up speed and he's so flustered that he can't even register how unprofessional or how emotional he's getting.

"Lyle, get out of the cart!" Jeongguk orders, tying his hair up into a ponytail.

"I-I can't! It's against the rules! You can't drive the car-"

"Get out of the fucking cart!" Guk seethes through his teeth, grabbing onto the zoo keeper's bright green shirt and tugging him out of the driver's seat.

Has he even driven one of these things before?

No.

Does he give a flying shit?

Hell no.

Pressing his foot on the gas, the cart charges up the hill and he can see you steamrolling your way through guests with your Birkin limply hanging from your hands. Your shoulders are hunched over in a way that makes the thousands of dollars worth of clothes on your body seem like they came from the Dollar General and the escort feels sick to stomach that he did this to you.

He doesn't slow the cart down, he just honks the horn for people to move out of his way.

And when he finally reaches you, he takes a deep breath.

"Y/N, please get back in the cart," he begs, throwing his arm over the steering wheel and angling his body to look up at you.

"No," you mumble childishly, folding your arms.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Really, I didn't!" he gasps, shaking his head.

"You didn't upset me," you boldface lie, looking over at the lions as you pass by.

Now he knows that's completely untrue.

"You're gonna kill youself in those heels. They're a deathtrap. Please just get in the cart."

"You don't get to tell me what to do! I pay you! I'm your boss!" you snap, bearing your bleached teeth at him angrily.

He'll let that go. He'll let it roll off his back because he upset you in the first place.

"I just meant-"

When you start to walk faster, he curses softly under his breath. "C'mon Y/N, this cart can only go like three miles an hour."

"Good! Get lost!" you rasp, upturning your nose to him.

"Christ! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that you should get everything you want, you should get treated nicely!"

"Because I'm paying for it!" you guffaw, ripping your gloves off and throwing them at him.

He pulls one of the long black gloves off his shoulder with soft, apologetic eyes and he shouts after you so loudly that it makes all the patrons at the zoo turn towards you. "No! Because you're fucking beautiful and you deserve it! You deserve to be treated nicely!"

When you stop mid-step, he slams his foot on the brake

He doesn't care about the onlookers, he doesn't care about Lyle rushing up the hill with a sweaty, winded face.

He cares about you.

He rounds the cart, putting both hands on your arms. "You didn't pay me to come with you to the zoo. I came because I wanted to. And I've been having a fucking amazing time. I like getting to know you... the real you. I don't need to be paid for that. I did what came naturally to me. Me putting my arm around you, brushing your hair back -- that was second nature. I'm sorry that I misworded it and made you lose trust in my intentions. I'm happy to be here -- with you. I promise."

Jeongguk can see how red the rims of your eyes are and he's unsure if it's because of sorrow or anger but it makes him feel guiltier nonetheless.

"Really?" you mumble, looking down at your heels.

"Yes," he hisses, putting his index finger below your chin and lifting your face to look at him.

You can see how flustered he is, how heavy his breathing is and just how anxious his body language is.

He means it.

You've been studying people long enough to know when they're being sincere.

And this is an example.

You're not a normal enough person to admit that you were hurt by this, nor will you be accepting his apology because then he'll know that you really were hurt so you just give a brief nod.

"Alright," you whisper, clearing your throat.

"Okay?" he inquires, drifting his thumb over your cheekbone.

"Yes. Okay." you reply briskly.

That's good enough for him. As long as you're alright and you forgive him.

"Wanna get some food?" he asks, handing you back your gloves.

"Su-"

"I could have gotten in trouble!" Lyle heaves, leaning against the cart to catch his breath.

The both of you turn your heads to him and you both shrug in response, climbing back into the vehicle.

"I'm hungry, Lyle," you droll.

Jeongguk drapes his arm over your shoulders and he's so pleased that you allow him to. It feels good… almost right and it blows his fucking mind that this is something he can feel after Chloe decimated everything in his heart and within a fifty mile radius.

"Yes ma'am," the zookeeper whispers, getting back into the cart.

While the vehicle winds through staff-only roads towards the East Asia Eatery, you sit in silence. You're replaying your childish tantrum in your head over and over again to the point that it makes your brain want to melt.

Who the fuck is Jeongguk to rile you up? Since when do you have emotions to get hurt by what someone says in the first place?

You'll deny it until you're blue in the face but… you were having fun before, you were letting your guard down without even knowing it.

It was almost as if you didn't even have to try with the escort, he just understood you on such a level that he could break down your jaded walls without even trying.

On some level it's intriguing and on another it's absolutely frightening.

You can't let that happen again.

You won't.

Jeongguk looks at you over his rice bowl and he becomes completely deflated at the expression that sits prettily on your face.

You've closed yourself off again.

Since you've sat down at your table, you've been invested in something on your phone.

You've barely touched your food and the escort is a second thought right at this moment.

"How's everything? Can I get you anything else?" the waiter inquires.

You look up from your phone for a second and you just stare at Guk waiting for his answer.

"We're good, thanks," he breathes, setting down his chopsticks.

"Can you bring us a bottle of the red Screaming Eagle 1992?"

It's a question but it doesn't come out as such and you're throwing your dominant personality all over the place to make up for how flustered you were just a mere half an hour ago.

Jeongguk doesn't know if he should call you out for it or not. He doesn't even know what the fuck he should be doing to make you more comfortable.

He's completely lost.

You remind him of Jimin and Taehyung. He feels comfortable enough with you to speak with you like a friend and on some deeper level he wants to.

"I know you're upset with me," he sighs, pushing his plate away when the waiter leaves.

"No, I'm not," you reply, staring at your phone.

"Y/N." Jeongguk calls you.

Quirking an eyebrow, you slowly set down your phone. You give him your attention and he takes a deep breath.

"Listen, okay? I know that being comfortable with me is probably really weird to you. I understand. And I know that I fucked up earlier with how I worded what I did but you don't have to close yourself off from me."

Like always, your first defense mechanism within you is to become combative, so you do. "I never opened myself up in the first place."

"Mkay," Jeongguk huffs, running his hands over his face, "it took me a long time to be comfortable with people again after I was hurt too."

He didn't expect to do this. He didn't expect to start pouring his heart out over cheap fried rice but he doesn't want you to close up completely to him. He likes how you were just a mere hour or two ago.

When you raise an eyebrow, he continues on.

Guk doesn't even register how it took him weeks to even tell his best friends this but with you… it's almost too easy to spill his guts.

"At some point not too long ago, I got into a relationship with a client of mine. Her name was Chloe. She was… uh… rich, I guess. Really rich, like old money rich. Her great great grandfather invented the tin can or some shit… But I fell deeply into anything that had to do with her. It's like she consumed me to the point of no return."

You slowly set your phone down, watching his neck muscles strain with each word he speaks like his body is trying to stop him.

"We got toxic to the point where I would rather sleep on park benches then fucking going home. She was the devil but she looked good doing heinous shit… So when we broke up, I completely lost my sense of self. She was… everything to me. She was what made me a person for a long time and then suddenly it was gone and I was like this fucking shell of a living ghost or something."

You shoo the waiter away when he approaches and you give the handsome man in front of you all your attention.

You can see him reliving the horrendous relationship and something inside of you wants to stop it. Something inside of you wants him to stop hurting like you were hurt long ago.

So without a second thought, you wrap your hand around his.

Jeongguk gives you a smile, a genuine one and he squeezes your hand reassuringly for a moment. "I can tell you truthfully that I do understand who you are. I do understand how hurt you are, how jaded you are with other people. I completely realize how I fucked up earlier and I am sorry for it. I want you to be open with me, I want you to be comfortable and find some healing with me. Because it's not fair that you have to live in some sort of shitty turmoil while the people that made you miserable get to be happy."

When he speaks, your soul wants to thrive at his words and you swallow thickly at the sheer passion of his voice.

"I did open up," you admit.

"Yeah, I know," he whispers with a smile, "I want more of it."

"It's hard to do that," you reply, clearing your throat.

"And I know that too. But I promise you, I'm not gonna fuck up again. I want you to be yourself with me… not the self you show everyone else. The real you. And even if it takes you a while, I'd like to see it."

Oh, he talks a big game but you're almost a hundred percent sure he can back it up.

Just knowing that he's been hurt like you have gives you this blanket of protection that no one else could ever give.

"I can try," you offer, accepting the bottle of wine from the waiter when he comes around again.

"Atta girl," Guk breathes, squeezing your hand once more.

You're both two puzzles that seem difficult to solve to one another but slowly the pieces are getting revealed and it's only a matter of time before one of you completes the other.

<---- Last Chapter ----> Next Chapter

#at your service #ays #chapter 4 #chap 4 #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #bts fic #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook

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moodywyrm · 11 months

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sighs dreamily,, sevika with a short chubby gf. im rlly self serving here but when is it my turn???

ND SHES SO POSSESSIVE i’m going to combust. like she would be all for you showing off your curves but if anyone even looks at you they’re gone. nd she keeps you on her lap at the last drop, one hand squishing your thighs while she holds her cards in the other bc she just loves having her own personal stress ball,,

looooord and imagine being away for work for the day, coming to visit her at the last drop,, walking in wearing a cute miniskirt and one of her sweaters bc its huge and comfy (have you SEEN her muscles there’s no way her non-work clothes wouldn’t be baggy). and she sees you, she immediately gets up, walks over, and wraps a protective arm round your waist and death glaring anyone who was just glancing your way. sitting you on one of her thighs with her goddamn manspread, kissing your neck as she plays god i need to sit down

ohhhhhh my god. I've been thinking about sevika so much lately, especially bc @sevikasimp has been posting the bartender sevika content that is making me go ahhhHHHHHHHHHHH.

so in the wise words of Emi: Sevika Loves Thick Women. And if your short?? Baby she's in love. She absolutely teases you for being shorter than her, but she loves it. And she is possessive!! Because she knows your gorgeous and she knows Zaun can be scary!! And here you are, her sweet girl, fully capable of holding your own but she wants to protect you!

Thinking soooo much about sitting on her lap while she's playing cards in The Last Drop. You're wearing a miniskirt that she bought you, a short black thing with a laced-up slit + one of her sweaters that she only ever wears inside your apartment + some chunky boots bc Zaun requires the chunky boots. And you stomp stomp stomp into The Last Drop, bee-lining for Sevika at her table in front of the bar.

She saw you the second you walked in, but she has a reputation to maintain so she can't get all mushy and sappy like she always does when she sees you </3. That doesn't mean she won't be touchy! She won't go all mushy, Rottweiler gf, but she will let you cling to her and show her affection if you want to. Because the second you walk up to her, she is hauling you onto her lap and placing on harsh smack on your thigh before groping and soothing the flesh. The feel of you on her lap, the softness of your ass and thighs on her muscled legs, is borderline euphoric.

Sevika keeps you there, propped up on her lap, as she plays and she tries soooo hard not to melt at the way you cuddle into her. You're all snuggled into her neck, one of her arms a sturdy weight around your waist, and you're on the verge of sleep. And who can blame you!! Because she's also kneading at the fat of your tummy, your thigh, wherever her hand can reach without having to fully detach from your waist. And every now and then she whispers lil complements to you and places little kisses on the top of your head. Plus!! I know she takes care to smell good for you. She uses a really suave unisex perfume that smells kinda like the energy of a speak easy? A little smoky? A little boozy sweet? A little masculine, cologne type scent? Do you know what I mean? She smells fucking good is what I'm saying! And She can tell you're completely at ease with her, and she's on cloud nine: winning at cards with a pretty girl on her lap, all for her <3

Anyone who even tries to bother her or talk shit about the way you're clinging to her gets the worst mean mug of their life and, once you're awake enough to go get a drink on your own, gets the shit kicked out of them in the alley next to The Last Drop <3 no one makes her girl feel bad <3 ever <3

#anon #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika fluff #sevika x reader fluff

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katlyn1948 · 3 months

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Look, I honestly don't know where this is going, but I needed to write and this is what I came up with. IDK if this will be something but enjoy it!

The cool brisk metal tickled along the concave between her breasts. The silver chain cascaded through the air as it maintained its clasped position around his neck and the only movement it offered was the rhythmic synchronized motion of his rocking hips. As Gendry thrusted, the silver chain followed and the ring at the end grazed across Arya’s heated skin.

The steady cadences of their mingled breaths reverberated around the room while Arya’s throaty mews shattered the silence. They had been going for hours, completely lost in the euphoric oblivion of each other.

As the sweat began to trickle down Gendry’s chest, Arya couldn’t resist the urge to lap at it with her wanting tongue. His salty taste exploded across her taste buds, garnering a guttural moan from her chapped lips.

Egged on by her pleasurable sounds, Gendry’s pace shifted. What was once a steady metronome became an allegro of heated beats. His fingers dug into her supple skin as his grip tightened along her vivacious waist. His other hand burrowed into the headboard above them, and his brows furrowed as his concentration to rip her over the edge multiplied tenfold.

Arya gasped at the sudden tempo change, from soft and melodic to rough and raucous. She couldn’t keep her nails from digging into the curve of his rounded ass, imprinting him as hers.

Her pleasure was teetering and as he pushed deeper and went hard, she knew it was only a matter of time before she plunged from the precipice and into a shattering oblivion.

As her insides coiled, she clenched, gripping him like a vice and extracting his own reckless abandon, milking him of all he was worth.

His worn body collapsed onto the downy bed beneath him, and he curled his burly arms around Arya’s small frame, pulling her close to his heaving chest. She burrowed her face into the warmth of his embrace and took a deep breath. He smelled of her; their scents mingled together in a wicked dance.

“How long?” she asked, her voice rough from the strain it endured yelling his name.

“An hour before someone starts to notice.” He replied as his fingers tickled the ends of hair that gave way to the middle of her back.

A rigid chill swept across Arya’s spine as she took in the revelation. “When will you be back?”

“Two weeks, if the catch is good. Will you manage?”

No. “Yes.”

“And you?”

Arya sighed and pushed herself from his embrace. She sat up and curled her legs beneath her before resting her head on her waiting knees. She studied him then, letting her eyes roam over the dips and falls of his body. He was a stunning creature with his large shoulders and strong arms and the midnight black of his paired with the ocean blue of his piercing eyes. It's no wonder she kept crawling back.

“No assignment. I’ll be here in the apartment.” Alone.

Gendry chuckled, “You’ll go mad with nothing to do and no one to kill.”

“Maybe I will be able to rid my home of your insufferable scent.” A smile danced across her lips. “Do a bit of deep cleaning.”

“I find that doubtful,” he growled as he snaked his arms around her waist before pulling her back into the safety of his arms.

Arya felt content in the confines of his embrace. Just his presence alone set an ease to the raging sea that stormed her brain. It was such a powerful relief and one she hadn’t had in a long time. But his visits were far and few in between and in just under an hour her thoughts would be scattered once more.

“Be careful out there.” She breathed against his bicep that lay nestled just beneath her head.

She could feel the cascade of kisses he planted down her spine and she couldn’t help the goose flesh that echoed across her skin. “I always am.”

“I know you are, but the sea is a treacherous place. It can be calm and steady one moment and dangerously unforgiving the next. Trust me, I know.”

Her heart ached for the longing of wanting to be at sea. The adventurous side of her craved it. But the accident left her scarred with fear that nearly crippled her every time she set foot on a boat.

Her retirement forced by the hands of fate.

“The boys and I have handled our fair share of anger ocean. We will be fine.” Gendry placed one more kiss upon her shoulder before pulling himself away from her warm bed.

Arya could hear him rummaging for his jeans as she faced away from him, not wanting to see him leave.

“I have to go over checklist today. Davvos left me in charge.” He climbed in behind her, forcing her to face him. “Don’t I always come back?”

She huffed, “Yes.”

“Then I’ll see you in two weeks.” He captured her lips once more before pulling himself from the bed and grabbing his rucksack by the door.

“Gendry?” She said before he had a chance to open the door. “I’ll see you then.”

A smile crept to his face, “I’ll see you then.”

And then he was gone.

And Arya was left alone in her apartment with a dreadful feeling that she pushed to the back of her mind because he always came back.

#arya stark #gendrya #arya/gendry #gendry waters #got #gendry baratheon #gendry x arya #arya x gendry #fanfic #fanfiction

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jshookthighs · 1 year

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I’m stoked for your Corey fic to be gory and nsfw! As long as it’s tagged properly i think you should really run with it

@e1dritchjackal0pe - this one's for you, bud

OH MY GOD, this took so freakin long and I have been staring at my computer for hours rereading the same lines over and over again. I am not very good at smut but ya boi tried their best - without further ado, please enjoy <3

p.s. I am so sorry but there is like 2 Y/Ns in this story, I just couldn't think of anything else to say

Darker Feelings - Corey Cunningham x GN!Reader NSFW

Content warnings: Graphic violence, violent language, and smut!!!🔞 -> Read at your own risk // minors DNI

It’s a chilly night, the air crisp with the winds of autumn. The peaceful, quiet soundscape of the night is supposed to be calm. Instead, the gentle rustle of the leaves and the chirping of crickets are drowned out. Corey can only hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, thumping away like a stampede. His chest heaves in harsh, labored pants; misty clouds come out in puffs with each exhale. His eyes are unfocused and hazy, his body warm and alive with euphoric adrenaline. Thick liquid coats his hands and torso - the smell of copper makes him dizzy. Corey had done it again - taken a life. He looks back down at the fresh body that lies splayed beneath his knees, a large knife sticking almost comically out of the man’s chest. That wasn’t his only wound. Far from it. Corey had done so much. But how could he not? Looking at his work, rage comes flooding back in a violent wave. This bastard had touched you - groped you. This pig made you uncomfortable and disrespected you. He had squeezed your arm so tight. It had made you yelp. Corey’s jaw clenched so hard he felt his teeth would break. He wanted nothing more but to bring the creep back to life just to cut him down again. He knew he couldn’t, so instead, he relished in his handiwork. He reveled in how it felt to cut each of the man’s revolting fingers off, one by one as he cried and screamed or how he first beat the man to a bloody pulp, breaking the various bones in the man's face with the power of his punches. Corey had taken his time with this bastard, making him pay for his transgressions. Unfortunately, the man fought back hard, landing a few good hits across Corey’s face, splitting his lip, and forming a gash across his forehead. The bastard even managed to slash him during the struggle for a weapon, leaving Corey a bloody mess, albeit much less of a mess than the deceased man. In the end, it didn’t matter. He had won the fight. It wasn’t enough, though. As much as it was satisfying at the moment, Corey needed more. He needed to satiate that hunger that gnawed at his chest and up to his throat - trying to claw its way out. With a cock of his head, he felt the satisfying pop of his joints, relieving the tension that built up in his neck for a moment. With a huff, the curly-headed killer lifts himself off his knees and off of the fresh corpse that lays on the cold ground. And with that, he strolls out of the backyard gate he snuck through earlier and down the block where he had parked his motorbike. It’s like he’s on autopilot, his body knowing that he had to get back to you. Pain means nothing to him as adrenaline still coursed through his body; but instead of rage, a darker feeling sinks deep into the bottom of his gut. One that makes him have to adjust in his seat and grip the handles of his bike so tight, the whites of his knuckles threaten to break through the skin, and he can feel his whole body shake - as if he’s suffering withdrawals from your presence. Like lightning, he bolts forward, tires screeching against the asphalt below and he takes off. Caution to the wind, he speeds down the lonely roads of Haddonfield, ready to come home. Home to his sweetheart.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear the rev of an engine and the tall-tell sounds of gravel being kicked up - the noise is cut off just as quickly as they appeared followed by the jiggle of keys. Practically throwing yourself off of the couch, you make your way to the front door and almost take the door off of its hinges with the force you used to open it up. Corey stands there, hand still outstretched like he was about to put his key in the door. Eyes still down, he doesn't even look up at the violence of the door swinging open. “Corey, honey?” You start, confused about why he’s just standing there, but still relieved to see him back. You can see him take a deep breath, his chest expanding and falling back in a one jagged heave. Only then do you even register the dark crimson stains that paint his front. “Oh my God, Corey, what happened? Are you ok?” The momentary calm you had has now disappeared, panic coming back full force. You reach up and touch his shoulder, trying to get his attention - his silence worrying you, making you think he’s terribly hurt. That seems to be the trigger - your soft touch landing on his body. Dark eyes flit up to stare you down, the deep ebony of them making you gasp. These eyes were different. This didn’t look like your Corey. No, the man in front of you looked like a predator, ready to attack. He has half the mind to kick the door closed behind him, refusing to tear his eyes from you. He’s stalking forward, causing you to back up with surprise. For a moment, you think he’s changing his path to head into the den before he whips back to you - pushing you with him till you are harshly shoved against the door frame of the living room. You lose your breath for a moment. In an instant, his hands shoot out, one grips your hip in a bruising grasp, the other clamping onto your shoulder, effectively pinning you to the spot. Questions die on your tongue as he dips his head down, nose and lips dragging along your chest and you can hear him breathe you in, filling his lungs with everything that’s you before pulling back, hands softening on your body. “I-” he starts, eyes flickering back and forth like he’s trying to think, that, or trying to hold something back. His eyes are softer now, nothing like the darkness you had witnessed merly seconds before. “I’m - I -” He can’t speak, mind whirling and body fighting just to not attack you right then and there. “Corey, talk to me, please. What’s going on?” You beg. You don’t know what’s happening, and you’re scared, but you don’t know if you’re scared of Corey or scared for him.

The loud ticking of the clock in the living room makes you want to rip it off the wall and shatter it into a million pieces. Your leg bounces anxiously as you chew the ends of your fingernails. Three hours. Corey has been gone for three hours. Fear festers and blooms in your chest, worried about where in the world your partner had gone. You were having fun only a few hours earlier, laughing and swaying to the music at the bar. The both of you enjoying a drink and each other’s company. It was one of those rare times when date night was out in public and around crowds - unlike the common movie dates or trips to the park. Everything was going amazing, with Corey finally letting loose and feeling relaxed in a social space. That was until some random middle-aged man who smelt of cigarettes and cheap cologne thought it would be such a great idea to hit on you the second your boyfriend left for the bathroom. You had tried to be nice, politely declining the offered drink and conversation by stating that you didn’t come alone. For some reason, that was not a deterrent. The sleaze then tried to corner you against the pool table that stood behind you, refusing to back up and even going as far as to try and slip his grimy hand around your hip. His breath was heavy with whisky as he kept trying to get you to leave the bar with him, promising a “good time”. The very idea made you want to hurl. Completely over the man’s antics, you snapped, demanding he left you alone and pushed him aside, making the already tipsy creep stumble. As you try to slip by in order to seek out your partner, the drunkard had reached out and gripped your upper arm, his fingernails digging into the skin, causing you to let out a small shout from the force and how he tried to rip you back. As suddenly as it happened, the pressure was off your arm. Everything had moved so fast that the only thing you recognized was the wet crack of the creep’s face smashing into the pool table, his nose most definitely breaking on the impact, and a heaving Corey with the look of murder in those black swirls of eyes. After lifting the man up and tossing his body to the floor, he grabbed your hand and yanked you out of the bar. You tried to calm your lover down, “Corey, I’m sorry, I told him to leave me alone and I-” “I’m not mad at you.” He had cut you off, tone flat and even - that had scared you more than his previous actions. Even like that, clearly upset, Corey had still remembered to shuck his jacket off of his shoulders and transfer it to yours before offering his hand for you to climb onto your spot on his motorbike.

The drive home was silent besides the violent whipping of the wind and the racing thoughts in your mind. Your concern had peaked when he had dropped you off at home, walked you to your door, and leaned down to place a feather-soft kiss on your cheek before promising to be home later. And with that, he raced off into the night, and the echo of his bike’s engine faded into an eerie silence. That’s where you were now, sitting on the sofa, glancing back and forth from your phone to the window, waiting for any sign of Corey’s return.

“I did something bad tonight,” his voice comes out softly, straining in his throat. He decides to bury his head deep into the crook of your neck. “I killed somebody, I took away his life.” his nose pushes farther in like he’s hiding from you. “What- Corey, sweetheart, what are you talking about?” Your voice wavers. What did he just say? You try pushing his shoulders back to look at him. He refuses to budge. Instead, his arms wrap tighter around your waist. He doesn’t answer. “Corey, this isn’t funny-” “It’s not a joke, y/n.” He cuts you off, slowly lifting his head so it now rests on your forehead, eyes locked onto one another. His eyes, they’re dark again, something sinister dancing in those irises. “I did it.” he starts, hand coming up to press against the door frame, settling right next to your head. “That man from the bar? I followed him, followed him home. I beat him till he bled. He begged me to stop. He-” Corey’s breaths turn into a chuckle, a deep chuckle that made your heart stop. His mouth had spread into a wolfish grin. His teeth shine like blades, cold and dangerous. You always loved it when he smiled, but this? This is not his smile. You can’t stop the violent shiver that scrapes down your spine. “I ripped him limb from limb - I made him scream… and I did it for you.” His voice softened at the end. For you? He had killed? The man from the bar? It finally hit you. You were in such a state of shock that you had completely forgotten about the creep who had grabbed you. Corey killed him? Your sweet and loving boy had done that? Confusion consumes you, and you try to pull away.

Corey’s faster and snatches your waist, pressing himself flush against your body to keep you still. Not an inch stands between you and him, making you feel every breath and beat of his racing heart. The smile is wiped from his face. “Don’t-” he blanches, “Don’t be afraid of me, please, baby.” He’s shaking now, fingers digging into your skin, most definitely leaving a bruise. He sounds like he’s about to sob, tears welling and threatening to spill off his long lashes. This flip-flopping of his personality makes you dizzy. Here right - now was your shy and gentle boyfriend when only moments ago, he was a terrifying stranger. Regardless of your fight or flight, you reach up, gingerly cupping one side of his face, thumb tracing underneath a fresh scratch that littered his cheek. “I’m not scared of you, Corey. I’m scared of what’s happening.” He whines and pushes his head deeper into your palm, relishing in the warmth. You think he’s calming down now. Maybe you could just sit and talk about this? I mean, what he’s saying is crazy! You go to pull your hand back, but in a flash, Corey grips your wrist, squeezing so you can feel the pressure, like a show of power. “Corey, why?” You feel like you have to ask. Why is he doing this? “Why?”, he counters, “Everything I do, I do it for you, that’s why.” He answers like he’s in disbelief - like it’s weird to him you didn’t already know that. “I killed someone for you tonight because you deserve it! Because… I love you.” Your heart pounds violently now. This was the first time he had ever said that - said that he loved you. Out of all the times he could, he chose now, after admitting to committing murder for your sake. As he thinks back to his crime, rage comes flooding back in once more. “He thought he could put his disgusting hands on you? Thought he could take you away from me?” Corey slots his leg between your knees, pressing harshly against your center, making you squeak. Ignoring you he continues, “I’ll kill every single person in this whole fucking town, I will burn it all to the ground it if means you’re still mine. If I can’t have you, no one will - I will tear the world to pieces to keep you.” He grips your hip in one hand, forcing you into a half-grind against his thigh while his other snakes up to the back of your head. With a firm tug on your hair, your head tilts back as Corey leaves a molten trail of kisses and nips down your neck and to your collarbone, teeth scraping down the expanse of your throat. Your hands grab onto the fabric of his soaked sweater for an anchor, overwhelmed by the ricochet from feeling fear to feeling that familiar warmth spread lower and lower to where your thighs connect. You can't help but feel concerned as your own body betrays you - hearing his husky deep voice say such alarming things, you can feel your thighs tighten around his. He can feel it, too.

Impatient enough to not even attempt to make it to your bedroom, Corey’s tossing you to the floor, his hand cushioning your head, keeping the floor from connecting with bone. Still, the force knocks the breath out of you. His shadow envelopes you, and the light of the lamp is smothered by his body as he towers over you, knees straddling your hips. He’s looking at you like a meal after he hasn’t eaten in weeks. He goes to touch you, but at the last second, he pulls back, holding his hand as if you had burned him. He thinks for a second, looking off into the distance, then those inky depths are trained back onto you. He breathes harshly. “Tell me now to stop, tell me now before I do something you don’t want.” He’s practically begging you to decide for him. He can’t hurt you, can’t stand to do something you wouldn’t like. Your heart melts. You take in the sight of him fully now - he’s covered in now drying reddish-brown stains, his hands are scraped and bruised, his face is littered with cuts - his lip is split, and his sweater is torn and has slashes through it. You just stare at him for a moment, vision flickering from eye to eye before falling to his lips as he bites them anxiously. You reach up to free the skin from his vicious teeth and let out a shuddering breath. “I want this, Corey, I want you. I always want you, no matter what.” Those words forever sealed your fate. But, you don’t mind. You love Corey. You’d love him until it killed you.

Soft lips come crashing down into yours, the force knocking your teeth together. It’s like his hands are everywhere at once, roaming your sides, up and down your back, brushing against your middle - it makes your head spin. You can feel his cold hands slip underneath the fabric of your shirt, the chill causing you to gasp and arch your chest up into Corey’s, your bodies now impossibly close. He refuses to let go of your lips. Every time you pull back for the tiniest bit of air, he’s chasing after you, stealing that breath right out from your lungs. Clothes are ripped from your frame and thrown half haphazardly out of the way, them being useless at the moment. When his fingers arrive at your underwear, he glides the fingertips gently over the front before balling one side of the elastic and tearing it from your body. The power behind that action makes your cheeks burn with heat. Your lover leans back on his haunches, drinking in the image of you naked and waiting. How could anyone be this perfect? Your body looked like a painting, soft and warm, and oh so delicate. “Please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, only thinking about how much you need him. That pretty word makes his eyes flit to your lips, now red and swollen from being kissed silly. Entranced by their softness, he traces the supple flesh with his fingers. With a gentle push, he slips two digits into the wet warmth of your mouth, pressing down harshly on your tongue, causing you to gag slightly. “Be patient, darlin’.” he chides you like you were an impatient child, but a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. He removes his fingers from your mouth, and a thin trail of saliva follows him as he trails them down your chest, over your stomach, and right onto that soft spot between your legs. He teases you by tracing every sensitive crevice, abusing the knowledge he has of your body - using it to make you squirm and moan. He’s stroking and petting you in all the right places, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, but when you can feel your release swelling and getting ready to burst, Corey pulls back his fingers. You can’t help but whine at the loss of contact, your release fading away. “Nuh uh, baby, if you wanna cum, it has to be with me inside. Do you want that, sweetheart? Want me inside this pretty little hole of yours?” As he questions you, he raises his damp fingers to his mouth, lips wrapping around them and sucking. He groans at your taste. God did he want to sink down and drink you like you’re holy water and worship at your alter like a devoted follower. But not tonight, he’s too impatient.

In one fluid motion, he’s ripping off his sweater and then shoves down his overly-tight jeans and underwear, releasing the pressure they put on his cock. Just to add fuel to the fire, he grinds down hard onto your center, forcing lewd noises out of your lips. “Huh? I asked you a question, baby. You want me in you, filling you up and taking what’s mine?” He grips your jaw now, forcing your eyes to look at him after he noticed they had closed. “Yes, Corey, please I need it - please just fuck me, please!” You beg, wanting nothing more than for your boyfriend to pound you as hard as possible. “Okay, baby, just because you asked so nicely.” He lifts your thighs so they rest over his own, a hand guiding his dick over the throbbing between your legs, grinding into some of your most sensitive spots. Now, usually, Corey was soft and slow, taking his time to rock back and forth, easing himself in a bit further with each sway of his hips. But this wasn’t your typical Corey - this one lines himself up with your hole, and in one move, he’s impaling you, sticking himself deep inside until his pelvis smashes into yours. The motion makes your mouth fall open, and a loud moan is choked out of you. It also makes Corey grunt and growl at the feeling of your body swallowing him whole. He huffs out a breath before he pulls back almost all the way and propels back it with a snap. Again and again, he’s thrusting in and out with a force you’ve never felt before. This did not feel like your average lovemaking, no, Corey Cunningham was fucking you like an animal. Moans and pants echo through your home along with the wet slaps of his bottom half colliding with yours. Chests are heaving, and you both are covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Your partner has to hold you in place so you don’t slide against the now slick wooden floor. You’re pulled from your euphoric pleasure as Corey calls for your attention. “Look how good you take me, sweetheart. Look at that pretty bulge in your tummy.” With a hand on your chin, he’s forcing you to look at the sight between your legs - Corey’s cock pushing deep into your body, it's far in you can see a faint outline of his tip poking out of your stomach. The site gives you butterflies, and you can’t help but squeeze tighter around him, crying out his name. The way your tongue forms the letters of his name makes him shiver. That dark need crawled back up his throat again, demanding more - demanding you.

He’s forcing your head back to latch his teeth into your throat, canines biting deep into your skin till he is so close to drawing blood. He nips you, again and again, marking you with every shade of red and purple. But marking wasn’t enough, Corey needed to know that all of you was his, not just your body - it had to be everything. With a grunt, he’s pushing away from your now hickey-decorated neck and looking you deep in the eyes. “You. are. Mine.” Each word of his is accentuated with a thrust of his hips, his pelvis connecting violently with yours. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” He commands you now. However, you’re in no position to speak with your mind drifting away to the rhythm of Corey’s movements. Your silence frustrates him, causing his rough palm to grip your throat, and his body stills. “Say. It.” His voice is cold and harsh, demanding your obedience. “Yours - I’m - I’m all yours.” You gasp out the words weakly, anything to keep him going. “Yeah, that’s right, you’re mine.” His hips pick back up to their original speed. Corey continues, “And I’m yours - heart, body, soul - every fucking fiber of my being belongs to you.” He nestles impossibly closer, pushing even deeper into you. “Anyone who looks at you, I’ll kill 'em. Slash their throats, stab them again and again and again, and I’ll cut them into pieces for you.” Once steady drives of his hips are now frantic and quite frankly animalistic ruts. His fingertips dig harshly into the meat of your thighs, and crescent moons are embedded into the abused flesh until little beads of crimson liquid decorate the connection. The mix of the pain and the filth of his words cause you to tighten incredibly.

Corey can’t help but let out a huff, a smirk snaking its way over his cheeks. “Do you like that? Hearing me say I’ll kill for you. I can tell, sweetheart. I can feel it. You want me to show them that you’re mine? Make them pay for touching you? Looking at you? I’ll pluck the eyes right out of their head. Huh? Do you want that? You’re so pretty like this, so pretty lying underneath me, taking all of me. No one else can make you feel this good, right? No one can love you like I can.” He’s rambling, words coming out as if a damn has broken. You’re so lightheaded that you can barely make out a thing he’s saying, just understanding that it’s something vulgar and delicious. The only thing you can do now is lazily nod your head at his questions and cling desperately to his shoulders, leaving lines of red in your wake to find a grip on something. Corey hisses at your scratching, a choked moan escapes him. God, you feel like heaven. Both of you feel it coming, that inevitable edge you have to come to, but Corey’s determined throw you off that cliff first. One of his hands releases your bruised hip, reaching up and over his shoulder to grasp your smaller hand in his, bringing it up next to your head. Your fingers are interlocked so tightly that you worry for a moment if the joints will snap and break. The curly-haired man leans down, his full weight keeping you pinned to the hardwood floor below. You know you’ll be aching horribly in the morning, but you’re too far gone to care much now. Forehead to forehead, you both race toward the finish line, eyes unable to look away from the others. You can feel it coming - that feeling deep in your gut where the line is about to snap and you feel yourself losing control. Corey can tell, too. With one fellow swoop, he’s folding you in half, knees daring to kiss your shoulders as his hand presses down hard.

With the new position, you can feel Corey reaching the deepest parts of you, punching again and again into the soft spongy spot that makes you see stars. “Do it, honey, it’s ok, let go. I got you, I got you.” And with his permission and a few more good thrusts, you’re thrown off that ledge, and you fall, your climax hitting like a ton of bricks. However, it doesn’t stop. Corey doesn’t slow for a second. The overstimulation causes your leg to kick out violently and your body to try and arch away from the onslaught of pleasure, taking over every sense in your body. A scream tries to claw its way out of your throat, but silence is the only thing that exists. Your walls clench so hard that it makes Corey gasp, his pelvis stuttering as your release propels him closer to his. “Tell me - fuck - tell me you love me.” Your lover begs you, tears welling up in the big dark eyes again. “I was made for you. I was made to be yours - God, I love - I love - I - you.” Corey’s stuttering now, voice shaking and desperate. “I love you, I love you, I fucking love you. No one will ever hurt you again - no one will ever push you around or make you feel bad. I’ll protect you - keep you safe.” He’s so close now, holding off as long as he can, needing to feel you for a little bit longer. With the last remaining shred of energy you have left, your shaking hands reach up to cup his face. “I - I love you, Corey. My good boy.” With a whine, he’s dragging you into a harsh kiss as his hips collide with yours one last violent time. And with that, warmth shoots within you as he fills you to the brim with cum. Both of you are struggling for air, wheezing like you had run a 10k. You lay limp on the floor, mussels too exhausted to move, meanwhile Corey has wrapped himself around you completely, head buried into your chest. As you come down from your high, you can feel Corey shaking on top of you, his body quivering and you hear the smallest sniffle, then a full-blown sob. You try to call out for your boyfriend but his wails are too loud for you to get his attention. Instead, you begin to stroke his now sweat-drenched hair. When he calmed down some a few minutes later, you try again. “Corey-” “Tell me you meant it.” He cuts you off once again tonight. “Meant what, hun?” You ask, still petting his hair and back as comfort. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” His voice trails off into a pitiful whine accompanied by another small sob. “Of course I love you!” “Really?” he asks, needing that reassurance. “Yes Corey, I love you. No matter what. Whatever happens now, I will still love you today, tomorrow, and forever after that.” Corey sits up on his aching knees after that, finally looking at you. “You know I meant it? I meant it when I said I loved you and that I'd protect you. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but all I know is that I’m better now - I’m stronger.” You sit up with him as he speaks, holding him close. “You always protect me, Corey, I never felt unsafe with you.” “Even now?” He counters. “Yes, even now. I will never be afraid of you. Now come on, it’s cold as hell down here, let’s go to bed, okay?” Corey nods his head and helps you up, picking you up when your legs threaten to collapse under you. After you both shower together, you patch up your boyfriend’s wounds and head to bed - holding each other close and tight. A lot had happened tonight, and you knew you had a lot to talk about in the morning. But for the moment, you relax in the arms of your lover - your Corey.

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Final note: Hopefully with a lil time and practice - I can give ya'll some decent spicy scene // but right now my fingers are cramping and I got work in the morning, but do not fret, I have another one in the works about Corey being a manipulative son of a bitch - if you know you know <3

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