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lustkillers · 4 months

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｡ﾟ･ ୨୧ me and the devil.

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - you've devoted your life to the man above, the one you call your savior. you resisted the temptation of man, yet there was this void that needed to be filled. perhaps the devil you call 'jack' can fill that very void.

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - jack thurlow x fem!reader

✶ c.w. - nsfw, dom!jack, sub!reader, religious!reader, ooc jack? reader is described wearing a dress, p in v, couch sex, corruption kink, virginity loss, religious imagery, slight sadism, creampie, overstimulation, humiliation, fingering, degradation, exhibitionism? (let me know if i missed anything!)

⊹₊ ⋆ note - happy new years from me to you! enjoy the start of 2024 with a couple of fics/blurbs or however you wanna call them! love u all <3

a silver, dainty cross sat on top of your chest as you typed away on the computer across the broken cubicle of the man you called the devil.

jack thurlow was his name, and you were punished by god himself for the sins you've done when you were younger. now, it caught up to you, and you hated it. what sucked more was that the border between his cubicle and yours was torn down, so every time you looked up, his face would be there. you knew that hate was a strong word, but you had to say it. you had to say:

"i hate you." you mumbled, a stern look on your face. but that look only looked stupid in jack's eyes. he thought it was a pathetic attempt in trying to stand your ground, and it only fueled you more.

he only raised an eyebrow, looking at you with the same monotone look he always had. “you tell me that every day.” he replied, making you grip the bottom of your pretty white dress in anger.

"i swear to—"

"who are you swearing to, huh?" he cut you off, making you whimper a little in response.

that shut you up immediately, making you fiddle with the ends of your dress. as much as you didn’t want to talk back, jack was making it harder and harder. he knew how to push your buttons, and wasn’t afraid to do so. he’d always have this one goal: to break you.

you were the office's 'pretty little thing,' a running "joke" that the men in the office would partake in. they would talk about how "innocent" and god ridden you were, and they all wanted to corrupt your innocence, your faith. jack had never partook in such activities, let alone ever converse with the men in the office, except for when his coworkers would ask if he'd like a cup of coffee, he'd always decline.

"answer me." he pushed the subject on you, and just as you were deciding what to say, the clock hit eight pm. you only sent him a soft smile, your plump, pink lips curving upwards.

you fluttered your eyelashes at him, tilting your head. "have a good night, jack!" you were packing all your stuff, your breasts bouncing a bit, making the cross necklace that sat on your chest move along. that alone made his eyes avert to your breasts, eying the way they move.

he had thought how you were a woman of god, yet wearing skimpy clothing that made everyone at the office have a hard-on. just how naive were you?

however, it was also time for jack to clock out as well, him falling along. the rain outside poured harder, and he was trailing behind you as you exited the building, your dress hiking up every step in your walk. he stared for quite sometime, before being broken out of his thoughts.

"i'd hate to be a bother, but could you drive me home, jack?" you asked so sweetly, it was almost intoxicating to him. he wanted to say 'no' so bad, yet something about you captivated him. it was a sick feeling in his heart, watching as you stood there so innocently, holding a pretty pink umbrella.

he stared at you for a few seconds, before letting out a sigh. "sure."

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he didn't know how he ended up here, but he was now in your apartment, photo frames of you and your family spread along the wall, including statues and photo frames of god. the last supper was hung on top of the kitchen frame, facing the dining table, which only had five chairs surrounding the rectangular table.

you were babbling about your home and god, but that was all white noise. your babbling was just nonsense to him until you had said that you'd never had virginity taken. a bit tmi, but you said it so casually.

"you've never had a boyfriend?" he blurted out, making you stop talking.

"i never said that," you replied, your doe eyes looking into his blank ones. "i said that i never had sex." the word sex made you cringe, but you had to state your point.

"how come?" he inquired, a bunch of thoughts swarming his head, and they were not pure ones.

a moment of silence exchanged between them, before you quietly spoke up. "i'm saving myself for marriage." ah, the classic response. yet, it boggled him. he knew that you were a naive and kind girl, but never realized how dedicated you could be. "i want to make sure that my first time is meaningful with the person i'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

he slowly tilted his head, "but aren't you curious?" he inched towards you, making you stand there, your face slightly burning.

"e-excuse me?" you questioned. you knew exactly what he was talking about, and you were curious. but you knew where your loyalties lied, with the man upstairs.

he let out a scoff, "don't act stupid. you're not five years old. you know exactly what i'm talking about."

you felt your core pulse with eagerness, and it hurt. a strange sensation pooled between your thighs, and your breathing quickly increasing with every step he took towards you. maybe you would risk faith for him.

he placed his calloused hand on your hips, tracing down to your ass, making you jump from his touch. he left goosebumps all around your arms, your pupils dilating by the second. he had this effect on you, and you hated it. you hated how the sacred photos were staring you both at this very moment.

within seconds, his lips collided with yours, making you yelp. you automatically melted into his touch, your knees buckling at the moment. his kisses were harsh, and you couldn't keep up with it.

as he kissed you, his hands traveled to your soaked panties, a whimper escaping your lips, followed by a gasp. "jack..." you breathlessly sighed, your hand on his wrist, but not stopping him.

his rough hands pushed you lightly onto the couch, him hovering above you. jack's hand pulled your panties to the side, his hands covered with your slick. his thumb rubbed your clit, jolting your body upwards, closing your thighs together.

"oh, please! jack!" you cried out, the feeling twisting knobs in your stomach.

he pulled your thighs apart, slapping the inside of your right thigh. "don't." he whispered, his lips millimeters away from yours.

his fingers plunged into your soaking cunt, making you squeal at the uncomfortableness that plowed inside of you. he went at a medium to fast pace, the uncomfortableness turning into moments of pleasure, but it made you squirm away, the feeling too much.

"aw," he cooed, "what? can't take my fingers?" he mocked, holding your thighs apart. you cried out, feeling the knot in your stomach slowly coming undone.

"please, please, please, jack!" you moaned out, "i need to- i need to-"

you didn’t know what was happening, but your thighs shook and you were seeing white. before you knew it, you came undone by his fingers.

the feeling of you tightening on his fingers made his cock twitch, straining against the fabric of his jeans. he was painfully hard, and he needed to fill you. his pants were unzipped and his cock was free from the blockage of fabric. his cock prodded at your entrance, making you look down with eyes slightly widened.

"no, no, no... that won't fit..." you whispered, scared of his cock inside your tight walls.

jack looked up at the cross hung up in front of the couch, letting out a cocky smile. "i think god will let it fit, don't you?"

you hummed in response, but eventually nodded.

he entered your wet, tight cunt, groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. you let out a wail, the pain searing at your core. he was still inside, letting you adjust to his cock. "you ready f'me, hun?"

you nodded, quietly hissing as he pulled out and plunged back in. it was repeated thrusts over and over again, your pain soon turning into pleasure. he laughed to himself over the fact that you were so in touch with god, yet committing an act of blasphemy in front of him.

you let out whines and moans, the cross between your chest bouncing up and down from the thrusts. you clawed at his chest as he pounded into you, over and over again.

"look at you," he leaned up against your ear, "getting fucked in front of god." his words sent you into a spiral, drawing you closer to the edge. you moaned at his words, but you wished you didn't. it was all so wrong... but it felt so right.

tears welled up in your eyes as the euphoric feeling happened again, "i-it's happening again, jack! oh, please..." you whimpered, your legs trembling again.

"cum for me. cum for your god." he groaned out, cumming into your wet cunt. the feeling made your stomach feel full, a whine drawing from your lips as he pulled out, watching the white fluid drip down your pussy and onto the black couch.

you were definitely going to repent for your sins.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #rory culkin x reader #jack thurlow #jack goes home #rory culkin x y/n #smut #jack thurlow x reader #im going to hell

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sinkingteethinwhitenoise · 6 months

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Come Play - Noah Sebastian

Pairing: sub!Noah Sebastian x dom!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW 18+ ONLY, Pain Kink, Knife Kink/Knife Play, Blood Kink, Slight Blood Consumption, Ghostface Mask, Riding, P in V, unprotected sex, dirty talk, crying if you squint, not proof read bc i hate myself

Word Count: 1k

You sat perched on the end of your bed with your legs delicately crossed as you waited for Noah. The LED lights attached to the wall casted an ominous, red glow across the room. Soft, black lace barely covered your most intimate areas, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and covering your face and head, a Ghostface mask. You played with the bejeweled handle of a freshly sharpened knife as you kept your eyes on the doorway. He would be here soon; you had told him to give you 15 minutes and that time was almost up.

You were alerted by heavy footsteps making their way down the hallway towards your bedroom that he was approaching. You waited patiently until finally he stood in the doorway. You heard Noah’s breath hitch and watched his eyes go wide as he laid his eyes on you; as he processed the scene in front of him. With your free hand you patted the spot next to you, “Come play.”

Without a word, he rushed over to sit down. You slowly pushed yourself off of the bed and stood in front of him, placing the tip of the knife ever so gently under his chin so that he would look up at you. Noah’s breathing picked up and he visibly gulped as he looked up at you, eyes glassy and full of need. “Don’t worry,” you murmured from behind the mask. “I won’t hurt you.”

A whimper of protest left his slightly parted lips, “Please.”

With a featherlight touch, you began to trail the tip of your knife down his neck. “Or would you like that?” You questioned lowly, “Are you my little pain slut?”

Noah let out a trembling moan in response to your words and the sensation of the knife trailing down his throat. “Mhm,” he whined.

“You can do better than that, puppy,” you tilted your head to the side and the knife slowly came to a stop just above the collar of his shirt. “Use your words. What do you want?”

Another whine. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment before he opened them once more, “W-Want you to hurt me, please,” he breathed out. “I’m your little painslut.”

You let out a low chuckle, “Good boy.” You grabbed the collar of his shirt and used your knife to cut it off of him, the sound of fabric ripping filled the air.

Once his skin was exposed, you placed the tip of the knife on his collar bone, lightly tracing it over his skin. Just as he began to get comfortable, breathing slowing down, you applied the slightest amount of pressure. Noah let out a hissing noise that faded out into a moan as the blade broke his skin, creating a small, bleeding cut. Small drops of blood dribbled down his chest and you couldn’t help yourself. You lifted the mask and leaned towards his chest. You pressed your tongue to his skin just below the droplets and licked up until your tongue made contact with his fresh wound. You gently began to suck at it.

Heavy puffs of hair left Noah’s lips as he threw his head back, whining and moaning at the pleasant stinging sensation. You pulled off with a soft popping noise and moved your mask back into place before repeating the action on the other side. The metallic tang of Noah’s blood took over your tastebuds as you finished with the other side. With the mask still lifted, you gently kissed up his chest and neck until you met his lips. You slowly worked your tongue into his mouth and once you did, he moaned into your mouth at the taste of his own blood. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you began to pull away, lip slipping through your teeth as you did.

Placing the mask back on your face, you gently pushed Noah back on the bed so that he was laying down and began to straddle him. You could feel his hardness against your ass and recognized that he was trying everything in his power to not rut up into you. Putting your weight on your knees, you lifted yourself up and reached down into his pants, wrapping a hand around his cock and pulling it out.

Noah mewled at your touch, no longer able to hold back as he started to desperately fuck up into your hand. With your free hand you pushed his hips down into the bed, “Behave, puppy,” you warned.

When his hips stopped moving, you took your hand off of them and pushed your panties to the side. You teased the leaking head of his cock by running it through your slick folds, relishing in the desperate whimpers coming from your boy. Finally, you began to slowly sink down, not stopping until he was fully inside of you. You watched Noah’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you began to bounce up and down on his cock.

He reached out and gripped your hips, holding you flush against him as he rolled his hips up into. You let out a deep moan and he moved his thumb over to rub quick circles on your clit. You clenched around him, resulting in a whine from Noah. You reached your high quick, your cunt spasming around his cock. Once you came down from your high, you started bouncing again, determined to get him to finish.

“I-I’m cl-close,” he whined out, tears spilling from his eyes.

You grabbed the knife that you had abandoned earlier and pressed the dull part of the blade to his neck, not wanting to actually cause a great deal of harm to him. “Cum for me, puppy.”

Noah released a loud, guttural moan as his hips bucked up, painting your walls with milky white ribbons, his entire body began to shake as he unloaded into you. You swore he came more than he ever had before. Once he finally came down, you lifted yourself off of him, took the mask off, and laid down next to him.

“Happy Birthday, Noah.”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens smut #bad omens fanfic #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #im going to hell #happy halloween motherfuckers #AND!!!! happy fuckin birthday NOOOAAAAHHHH

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ilovemesomevincentprice · 14 days

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Vincent Price as the Devil/ Mr. Scratch

The Story of Mankind (1957)

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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milkman reader milking rootbeer cause is that time of the month

(Reader is a "farmer" rather than milkman because that's a different can of worms. Minors shoo. No outright smut, but you do milk the guy's tits and it almost gets there. Obvs warning for male lactation)

Farmer.

A nickname lovingly bestowed upon you by new neighbors and friends. You didn't have any crops, nor animals in a literal since, but you were the proud owner of the old farm house on the outskirts of their town. The place was a little run down, but livable until you had the chance to fix things up. With the price it would be good as new in no time. It was quite the shock to discover the town was full of hybrids, but the locals were all friendly and welcomed you with open arms. Especially Rootbeer.

Riley was a walking stereotype with his thick, southern accent and smooth tongue, but he had also taken a liking to you since the day you moved in. A steady flirt who was always there when you least expected it and at your door when you needed a shoulder to lean on, sometimes even when you hadn't told a soul about your problems. Brought you gifts often too such as embroideries he worked on in his shop and the occasional bottle of fresh milk. He really was nothing short of a gentleman when it came to you, and tonight was the night he'd reap the chances of his efforts.

Riley has... been avoiding you. He'd greet you just the same, but stop the conversation there. He would constantly stare at you so it's not like he was completely avoiding you, but whenever you tried to reach out he'd make an excuse of chest aches or simply leave. Even now, sitting alone on your couch, you have your messages open - unsure if you should try just one more time.

A heavy fist on your front door snaps you from that pipedream.

"Coming!" You toss you phone onto the couch as you hop to your feet and over to the door. Your visitor knocks again as you unlock the door, opening it for you. It's Riley. Out of his normal get up and in a hoodie and some old beat up jeans. There's stains on the front of his shirt, still bleeding through the fabric as he pushes you inside.

"Look, there isn't a whole lot of time for me to explain, but I really need your help. I'm real sorry for the way I've been treating you, but I didn't want to hurt you or scare you away."

You watch the growing stains on his chest, the tee constricting his muscles and lungs fighting to breath. "You're gonna have to give some explanation."

"I know- shit." He runs his fingers through his hair, tearing off the hood ill fitted to his horned scalp. "As you can clearly see, we ain't normal cows. Every couple weeks we lactate depending on diet and whatnot. That can get more frequent if we find a suitable mate and.." He stops himself. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I'm not able to do it myself. Please.."

It looks like he's struggling to breath, about ready to drop to his knees from the look in his eyes. You can't just leave him like this. "Okay... I'll help you out"

You lead him over to the couch before he melts into the floorboards. You help peel off his shirt and roll it over his engorged pecs. You cup your hand around his left, beads of milk leaking from his inverted nipple from the cautious touch alone. The area was red and swollen, yet his chest as a whole was soft and plump - part of the former likely being due to his vain attempts at releasing himself. You gently kneed upwards, looking up at Riley for guidance.

"You're doing fine. Feelin' a little better already. You don't have'ta do more than your comfort with." He completes with an attempt at a laugh, shoving his rolled up shirt into his mouth to make his groans as you grip his chest with firm hands. At this position, and when you're standing up, you're about chest height with him. You lean forward and circle your tongue around his untouched bub which makes his eyes pop out of his skull as his spine curves against the arm of the couch.

The milk was creamy, with that faint root taste akin to the drink he got his nickname. It tasted almost like a richer rootbeer float. Come to think of it, that's exactly what the milk he gave you tasted like. Probably should've realized that sooner. You'd get on his case about it later, but your hands and mouth were quite literally to full to bring it up.

For now, you firmly wraps your lips around his tit and suck the tender bud. Riley shifts in your hold and tries to keep a bold face. It's the first time someone's helped him with a milking.. ever, really. He tried to imagine a scene similar to this while doing it himself, but obviously no fantasy could compare to the real thing. You move into his lap for better range, erect rutting against his jeans and the curve of your ass as you work the fluid from his chest. He grips your thigh to pull you further up before you could notice, but instead you roll your hips against his as you settle directly on that spot. His teeth pierce a hole clean through his shirt as he groans.

To lessen the later cleanup, you switch sides and lap up the milk running down his torso as you work back up to his nipple. Riley collects some of your saliva as his hand travels down to the heat between his legs, slipping into his boxers just to simulate what having your mouth around his girth could feel like. It's shameful, but he doesn't care. You couldn't return to normalcy after doing something like this and he wanted all in. To hold you like he's dreamed since the day you moved in. He taps on your back at you drain the last few drops from his chest.

"Heya, Y/n? I don't want to push my luck and all, but it'd be a real big help if you could help me with another kind of milking."

#Im going to hell #yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere smut #yandere lemon #yandere hybrid #Milk farm tag

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johnwickb1tsch · 5 months

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you’re the worst thing (i’m addicted to)

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here...

Part 1.

“Hey, Hels.”

There is no answer, only the warbling of a bird in a distant tree. The day is bright and blue, spring has come again in all her glory. It doesn’t seem right, somehow, that the sun should still shine, and the birds should still sing.

Because she is gone.

It’s been two years, but you still haven’t really wrapped your head around it.

You still have your last text message thread with her in your phone. It’s as though you could just punch a few buttons and still talk to her. Always, she would answer you, no matter what she was doing. Sometimes you want to type in I miss you and hit send, just to see what might happen.

But then, maybe it is appropriate, that today should be such a beautiful day. On this day, forty-two years ago, your sister was born. Roughly ten years later, you followed. As a direct result, your mother died of complications in childbirth.

Your father still blamed you, but Helen never did.

In a way, Helen was your mother, more than the woman who bore you.

It makes it all hurt so much more.

“Happy birthday, by the way.”

You look down at the stone, this massive granite behemoth. You find it rather ugly, to be honest, but it will certainly stand the test of time, nuclear war notwithstanding. Loving Wife, reads the epitaph below.

You know it was true.

You know that perhaps John Wick is the only person Helen loved more than you. But the inscription still seems too brief. Short changing her, somehow.

But then, John paid for the stone, so you suppose he got to pick what it said.

You were ensuring her memory lived on in other ways.

“I finally did as you asked,” you tell her. “I’ve used the photos you left me in a painting. We're going to be in a show together. I wish you were here to see it.”

There is a mean part of you that suspects your submission was only accepted because it contained work from the late, great, photographer Helen Morgan-Wick, but you shove that down into the seething pit with all the rest of your fears and doubts. You didn't use them for the attention. You did it to feel close to her, and because she asked you to. One final art project, the note had said. She knew you too well, knew that the only thing that kept you from toeing the line of the abyss was a good artistic obsession.

You knew she’d planned to leave a project for John too. A puppy, she’d said. You’d shared a laugh over it, through tears, the last time you’d been together. You never found out how that had gone. John hadn’t attended a family gathering since Helen passed.

Too painful.

You didn’t blame him one bit.

“I miss you, Hels. I feel so lost without you.”

“Amen.”

The sound of another voice behind you nearly makes you jump out of your skin. You turn to find him, in one of his signature tailored black suits, looking unfairly scrumptious despite the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't made a sound in his approach. He never did. The man moved like a ghost and looked like a dark dream. You'd always found him insanely attractive.

You'd never done anything about that, of course. But goddamn, you had eyes.

“Hi, John.”

“Hello, y/n.”

You’ve never run into him at the gravesite before, though you have seen the wilted offerings of daisies left by the stone, and you always had assumed they’d come from him. You haven’t seen him since Helen’s funeral. He hasn’t changed much, really, though there is a sharpness to his aspect you’d never noticed when Helen was alive. An edge to his gaze; how can eyes so dark convey so much? Despite yourself, it sends a little thrill down your spine that you absolutely know you should not revel in.

Maybe you haven’t seen him in person after Helen passed, but you’ve gazed at him plenty through Helen’s lens. There had been so many photographs of him in the collection of prints she’d left you. Nothing risqué, but the way he’d looked at her even through the camera had been nothing less than intimate.

There were times, late at night in your studio, when you’d pretended he’d been looking at you that way.

“How…have you been?”

He offers a grim shadow of a smile and a shake of his head that you understand all too well.

“Nice to be with someone you don't have to pretend with.”

“Yeah.”

You both stare down at the grave, meditating on your loss of this woman who touched you both so completely.

“Do you think she can hear us?” you ask, unable to lift your voice above a whisper.

There is a long pause from her widower, the man she left behind.

“Not really.” He lifts his face to the sun, eyes closed, as though maybe he can feel something of her presence. “But you should talk to her anyway. I might be wrong.”

You smile at that.

“Do you ever talk to her?”

“All the time,” he admits with a huff of self-deprecating laughter. “But then, I might just be losing my mind.”

“Ah well. That makes two of us then.”

You gently lay down the bouquet of Gerber daisies you'd brought for her. Helen’s favorite. If you ever have a garden, you will plant some for her. As it is, you have to buy them from the store. You remember the patch of daisies she’d cultivated in the garden of your childhood home. Their cheerful faces and soft petals. They had been your mother’s favorite too. When you were a girl Helen would sing to you and braid them in your thick hair. You couldn’t know at the time, how precious those perfect days had been.

The wave of sorrow hits you like a freight train, the weight of your loss a crushing force. You start to cry, hiding your face in your hands; you would prefer to do this alone, but you cannot stop it.

You feel an arm about your shoulders. It surprises you—John was never a touchy-feely man, never one for hugs, always preferring a wave or a handshake. Only for Helen, did he ever display any sort of affection. They had always been touching, holding hands or sitting hip to hip on the couch, his strong arm slung protectively around her shoulders. You didn’t want to say you’d been envious of that, but…perhaps you’d wondered, what it might be like, to be so cherished.

When he pulls you against him you only manage some token resistance. “I’ll mess up your suit.” You sound pitiful, even to you.

“I have an excellent dry cleaner.”

His dry wit had always amused you. This time, it breaks you, and you give in. He is solid as an oak, and as it turns out, his chest is an excellent place to cry on. Under the shelter of his chin you wring yourself dry, until it feels like you have nothing left inside you. His large hand rests lightly upon the back of your head, shielding you from the world. He is warm, and his cologne is subtle but heavenly. Sandalwood, maybe, and something spiced. Cardamom, perhaps. A hint of pepper.

You don’t particularly want to move, even though you absolutely should. Yet his hold on you has not loosened, and you tell yourself that maybe John Wick needed a hug just as badly as you did.

“People keep telling me that it gets easier, and I just want to punch them in the face,” you sniffle.

A huff of laughter escapes him. You feel it stir your hair on the top of your head. “Yeah. I get that.”

Finally you pull back, though not as far as you should. You’ve never actually been this close to him before, and you look at each other from a foot away. Sometimes proximity can shatter the illusion of someone’s attractiveness—but not this man. The impossible angle of his cheekbones, the soft scruff of his beard…is it just you, or does the edge in his gaze soften a little, when he looks at you? It makes your legs a little weak, and you kind of hate yourself for it.

It has nothing to do with you, stupid, you tell yourself. Where you and Helen weren’t exactly twins, you did resemble each other strongly. In profile, you’d been mistaken for her in public plenty of times before. If anything, it was probably unnerving for this poor man who missed his wife so much, to hold you, a sorry facsimile, in his arms. Out of pity, most likely.

Helen had been the good sister. The upstanding one, the kind one. You? You can be such a twisted little thing.

“Sorry,” you sigh, noticing the smudge of makeup on his lapel.

He doesn’t even glance down, that intense gaze still fixed upon you. “Don’t be.”

Unbidden heat blooms from your cheeks to your toes, finding yourself the subject of that gaze. You’ve got to go, before you really embarrass yourself.

“I'll leave you alone. It was nice to see you, John.”

You turn to go, hugging yourself against the early spring chill. Why did you have to feel so bereft, without his arms around you? You take a few steps before he calls after you, “Y/n?”

You freeze in your tracks, a thrill jetting down your spine. “Yeah?” you dare, turning to half look over your shoulder.

“I…was thinking about going to Helen’s favorite restaurant tonight. Would you like to join me?”

Your heart beats double time in your chest, as you slowly turn to face him. You should say no. There’s a thousand reasons you should say no. This was your sister’s husband. It doesn’t matter that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and that he’s been kind to you, and that he’s looking at you like he might drown if you say no.

“I would like that,” you answer, and your heartbeat thundering in your ears sounds like the hammering of nails into your own coffin.

Part 2

#john wick x you #john wick #john wick x you fic #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #im going to hell #john wick fic #title from a black keys song i fucking love them

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0and0its0doctor0 · 1 year

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You Belong to Me, I Believe

David Rossi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not smutty but not clean either, CM Violence, Unwanted kissing by unsub

Summary: An unsub gets a little too flirty with you. David steps in.

WC: 1,021

Thank you @my-mummy-dust for helping me with everything and being my muse <3

You and David are sitting in the interrogation room in a tiny police department in Belmont, Louisiana. The unsub sitting in front of you was accused of murdering 8 women with another two still missing. David was asking him questions but he was refusing to answer anything, all he would do was stare at you practically drooling from the mouth. You and David walked out of the interrogation room and you ran a hand across your face with a sigh. It was hot, you were already sweating in your button up shirt and this interrogation was going nowhere.

“I have an idea. Just go with it.” You said taking off your over-shirt leaving you in a tight form fitting tank top and letting your hair out of the scrunchie that was holding it in a loose bun on top of your head. “What are you doing? You aren’t going in there like this.” David said stubbornly. You just looked at David with a raised eyebrow as you walked into the interrogation room. There was a low whistle from the unsub and David wanted to shoot him right then and there.

You asked him the same questions David asked him and he answered most of them. He flirted relentlessly with you. “I’ll tell you where the girls are if you let me touch her.” He said and David smacked the table glaring at the unsub. “You don’t get to touch her. Only I get to do that.” He snapped, his voice low and threatening. “Let him.” You said stepping closer to where the unsub was chained to the table. You leaned forward just enough for him to run his chained hands through your hair. You were pulled back by a seething David Rossi.

“Get ready.” He said angrily into the radio as the unsub told you where to find the missing girls. Once David gave the information over the radio he pulled you out into the precinct. “What were you thinking?” You had never seen him this mad. “I was thinking we needed to find the missing girls and I was going to do whatever it took.” You folded your arms across your chest. He unfolded your arms and pulled you into a rough kiss tangling his hand in your hair and pushing you flush against his body.

The kiss was sloppy and heated and angry. His hands were all over you and you felt your cheeks flush bright red when you remembered you were standing in the middle of a podunk police station with your entire team watching with rapt attention. When he finally pulled away you were panting and the color of a cherry tomato. “Do you guys need to go back to the hotel?” Aaron asked with a slight smirk to his face. David looked down at you as you were trying to straighten out your shirt.

“Nope. Just reminding her who she belongs to.” He said casually walking away leaving you there blinking. Emily walked up to you, the biggest shit eating grin on her face. “You have lipstick on your chin.” She said laughing as she walked away leaving you to run to the bathroom to sort yourself out. You couldn’t believe that just happened. Well if the team was going to find out about you and David dating might as well be in the middle of a small police department in Belmont, Louisiana.

You were both standing in the hallway when the unsub was brought out, they were re-cuffing his hands after un-cuffing him from the table when he got loose and booked it towards you. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a forced kiss, the entire precinct burst into action. David pulled his gun pointing it at the unsub who had you held tight against his body. The officers that were originally handcuffing him managed to pry him away from you as you got shoved towards David who caught you and quickly walked you to the other side of the room out of harm's way. You were shaking trying to process what just happened.

“Hey. Are you okay?” David asked, his fingers gently grasping your chin so you were looking directly at him. “I uhm. I wasn’t expecting that to happen.” You said shakily, all of a sudden you were very cold. He leaned forward to kiss you but this time he was gentle and he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Do not move.” He told you, stepping away from where you were leaning against a desk because you felt like your legs were going to give out. You watched as David walked up to the unsub and decked him. He walked back over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. “Come on. We’re done here.” He grabbed your upper arm and guided you towards the waiting SUV’s. “But what about the girls?” You asked as he buckled you into the front seat. “You're the only girl I’m worried about right now.” He got in the driver's seat and took off towards the hotel.

Once you arrived at the hotel and were safely inside David’s hotel room you sat on the edge of the bed not really sure what to do. “Hey kitten. You’re okay.” He said brushing some of your hair back. You surged forward practically knocking him to the ground as you aggressively pressed your lips to his licking your way into his mouth. He growled and wrapped his hands around your waist walking you backwards till you were flat on the mattress. His lips left sloppy wet kisses across your chin, down the curve of your neck and you groaned as he sucked a bruise into your clavicle. “I love you baby.” He whispered into your ear, licking the curve of it causing you to shudder. “You know I love that.” You said breathlessly causing him to smirk. “My beautiful girl.” He said into your ear before placing open mouthed kisses along your exposed skin. And that was how your bra wound up tossed across the room landing on a lamp.

#criminal minds smut #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds gen fic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #david rossi x ofc #david rossi x reader #david rossi #drabble #fluffy #fic writing #i wrote this for me #rossi x reader #im going to hell #Rossi fangirl club #thank you #not actually smutty #not actually sorry

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simp4baji · 8 months

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"Answer me" (mikeyxyn)

Warning- degradation, overstimulation, hair pulling, choking.

Does that hurt princess?" Mikey asked while harshly pinching and twisting y/ns nipples. Y/n let out a wince as her back arched a little due to the pain. "Yes sir..it hurts a lot" yn whined.

"Aww I'm sorry." Mikey said with fake sympathy. "You can't even handle me playing with your pretty nipples. What a shame."

He stopped pinching and started rubbing y/ns nipples with his thumbs. It helped soothe the pain and caused y/n to open their legs a little. "Oh you like that?" He asked while his mouth lowered to one of

y/n's breats. He then replaced his thumb with his mouth.

Y/n loved the way Mikey was kissing their breast...a little too much.

Y/ns breathing got heavier the more mikeys mouth worked on their breast while his fingers were twisting and pinching at the other one.

Mikey stopped what he was doing and placed both of his hands on y/ns shoulders.

"You didn't answer my question."

"W-hat question?" They asked while looking up at him confused.

"Did you like that princess?"

Y/n still wanted to be stubborn to him. They wanted to push mikey to the point where he would break them.

Not that sex with mikey wasn't great because it was beyond great for both of them. It was just more of vanilla and gentle which yn did love but sometimes Y/n just wanted to be treated like a total slut.

"Like what?" Y/n asked with a big smile on their face.

"There are two ways that i can get the answer out of you baby." Mikey said as his face was now inches away from y/ns face. Mikey could see the smirk forming on y/ns face.

He knew what they were doing

He loved it

"Oh really? You should tell me those two ways." Y/n said.

Mikeys hand began caressing the side of y/ns face and then started twirling and playing with y/ns hair.

"You can tell me willingly...or i can force it out of you." This was a new thing for mikey to ever say to yn. They loved it.

"Oh really? Hmph..I doubt you could"

Mikeys other hand quickly gripped y/ns waist and flipped them over onto their tummy. Y/n let out a grunt as Mikey spread their legs with his knee. His thumb was tracing random shapes on yn upper inner thigh which caused yn to get more wet.

"Are you okay with this princess? I wanna be sure that you're fi-" before mikey could finish yn interrupted him.

"Oh my god Mikey yes you have my consent. Just fuck me like a slut please I want to be treated like a whore. Treat me like a whore pleas-"

That caused something in mikey to snap..his hips against yns ass. It surprised yn at how fast mikey was with it. He only let yn have a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started thrusting into yns hole roughly.

Yns mouth fell open letting out whines and moans but was then completely muffled as they buried their face into the bed so they're not too loud. Mikey wasn't having it.

"Come on princess let me hear the pretty noises coming out of that bratty mouth of yours or am i overwhelming you already?" Mikey said as his hand gripped y/ns hair causing yns face to face upwards.

Now mikey could hear all the pretty sounds that he was causing yn to make.

"Hm you still don't wanna answer me. Are you already fucked out of your pretty little mind?" Mikey asked while yns back was now touching mikeys chest. Mikeys other hand trailed to yns throat and began to lightly squeeze while his other hand left yns hair and went down to yns clit.

He began to rub their clit at a brutal pace while his thrusts were getting faster the more yn whined.

"Mikeyyy" yn whined as their eyes rolled to the back of their head.

"It's Manjiro for you. Stupid little whore. Or did you forget that?"

"M-manjiro i-"

"You what? You're close already? I can tell pretty girl. Cum all you want. I don't care. I'm not stopping till I'm satisfied."

That's all that it took for yn to release all over mikeys dick. Mikey looked down and saw a lot pearly white covering his dick. This drove him insane.

Mikey let go of yns throat which caused yn to fall forward. He quickly gripped yns hips with both his hands so harshly that he was sure bruises would appear.

He started fucking into yn at a brutal pace causing them to let out muffled scream into the mattress. Mikey began to groan as he felt yn clenching around his dick again.

"M-manjirooo pleaseee I can't take it. I'm gonna cum again" yn said as they were gasping and letting out lewd moans again.

Mikey let out a mean chuckle at yns whining. He could already see her mascara and eyeliner running down their face. He thought yn looked so beautiful like this.

"My pathetic slut. You just told me that you wanted to be treated like a whore and now you're telling me you can't handle it? Poor baby." He said with a fake sympathy tone.

Y/n loved that he was talking to them like that.

"Now be a good girl and answer me. Do you like it?" He said as his hips stopped moving. Y/n could feel mikeys dick twitching inside them which signified that he was close.

"I-i love it mikeyy i love it so much. Please please keep going sir." Yn said as they felt Mikey grab both their hands and hold them behind their back.

"There you go now was that so hard princess? You're doing such a good job" Mikey said with a dark tone. He began moving his hips again and felt yn cumming all over his dick yet again which caused Mikey to cum inside their hole.

He stopped for a moment before pulling out.

Yns body collapsed onto the bed and then fell limp. Mikey pulled yns passed out body to the middle of the bed. He made sure that they were still breathing and then cleaned yn up.

He changed into his pajama pants and then changed yn into his sweatpants and shirt. He always thought they looked pretty in his clothes.

For the rest of the night he held yn close to his chest wishing he could stay in this position for eternity.

He loved sex with yn but his favorite part was taking care of yn after. He always loved holding them as they were sleeping.

#smut #tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #tokyo revengers smut #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #im going to hell #spicy content

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triasticalwarlock · 1 month

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Yandere sonic

Pair- sonic x reader

Warning- MDNI, yandere behavior, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior,emotional manipulation, manipulation,gaslighting, non-con sonic, PDA, delusional behavior, forced relationship, stalking.

Note- this is just for fun! Also, I'm still trying to correct Sonic's personality, so bare with me please.( This is the sonic from the anime! But you're welcome to imagine another version as well) Having a lot of fun with writing, might actually make a one-shot! Maybe. There are more than likely a few spelling errors I looked over, so bare with me again. This took to fucking long

For sonic, I don't see it being love at first sight. this is because sonic is level headed, calm, and it's clearly shown how he acts around new people. He's not rude of course, but it does take a bit before he gets completely used to them. That being said, it's the same when you roll around. Still, he's not a jerk, but he just needs to get used to your presence. As a animal, it can be uncomfortable for them is someone new is where they normally hang out at, even if they don't show it, it's still there.

So, even when he does get used to you, it'll be a lot different. He'll actually start to go up to you and talk, not like he didn't before, but he enjoys it a lot more now. Not that anyone could notice. They just think it's the same ol sonic.

Now, up to the things that'll make him like you a lot more(maybe not in a healthy way): it could be a lot of things, maybe it was the way you were able to keep up with him, not speed wise. But his attitude. When ever he starts to wise up, getting cocky, you challenge him. He says how he's the fastest thing on earth, you say how shadow beat him that one time, and that there are millions of other universes out there. And you do it in the same cocky tone he speaks about in. Or how you always protect and care for his friends, how much you care for tails means the most to him, as much as he loves all of his friends, tails is his brother. So when he sees you patching he up after a the x tornado cashed, sonic will feel a sense of something, something he's never felt before. And dear God, when you take care of sonic is a nightmare for both of you, for different reasons; For sonic, it's because feeling you oh-so gentle touch on his skin makes him literally vibrate. While your reason is because he won't fucking sit still, but you figure it's because of him having a running craving. You couldn't be anymore wrong

Speaking of running, he will definitely make you run with him, even though you can never keep up. So he slows down a bit, not being with you exactly but a little ways away, just so he can tease you about how 'your almost there!' and when you scowl at him as he grins and Snickers. Kinda like in the first episode, where he's running backwards in front of team S, playing with them

Also, he gets unbelievably clingy, like, unreasonably clingy. when ever he's sleeping, or trying to sleep. If you walk by, he has no problem grabbing your wrist and pulling you on him. Even if your taller. He does not care, if he wants to cuddle, he will get those god damn cuddles. He will force your head to the nape of his neck, put his head on yours, and trap you with his arms. Normally, sonic would never do this, but the desperate need to now if your ok is a lot stronger than his shame for not giving you personal space. With sonic, you personal space is his personal space. You share bubbles

If your shorter than him, than good luck, cause he will use you as a arm rest. Tease you, pick you up like a rag doll, and all with that signature smug smirk. And it gives him an advantage to trap you to, when ever you try to get up from a cuddle, he'll pull you back. Curling above you as you whine about wanting to get up. He chuck, putting all of his body weight on top of you. Teasing you about how ' what are going to do about it?' And as you whine, and huff and puff. He will not move.

Now, if you get up for another reason, like going outside, or getting his friends. And that's when his more... Concerning side shows. He literally can not function when you out of his sight, his anxiety and possessivnes getting the best of him, he'll always run off to find you. The discomfort of you not there is unbearable. so when you try to leave his sight willingly. He panics, and uses the best trick in the book, manipulation.

" but i don't want you to get hurt! Eggman's been stepping it up lately, who knows what he'll do to you if he captures you! And more than likely, he'll use you as bait, and maybe we could get hurt trying to save you, there's no telling what Eggman's got planned. And you can never be to careful."

" And if your with me, you will never get hurt, no one will! So why don't you came back, and cuddle with me again."

Yea, it's really bad. And note how it wasn't a question, the last one. Even if you disagree, sonic will force you back to bed, saying how you've been overworking a lot lately anyway, and that what a better way to relax than to cuddle with your 'friend' sonic. He'll force you under him, curling above you as he keeps on saying it's so you, and your friends won't get hurt. But at this moment, he could care less about his friends, he just cared about you. But from your point of view, your scared about what he's doing. And how for just being a hedgehog, speed wasn't the only thing going for him, it was strength to. You never expected this, you thought back to the hedgehog you were talking to not even 10 minutes ago. Your best friend, the one that would lend a hand, the shoulder you could cry on. Was not who you were looking at, this was someone else.

Now, if you go back to him without a fuss, it will be a lot better! He'll pull you back to him, laying down with you. And will go back to talking, like you weren't just trying to leave him (in his thoughts). Speaking of his thoughts, in both instances. The one thing he will be thinking is; ' why are you trying to leave me?" And while on the outside he looks unbelievably calm. But on the inside he's freaking out, scared, and worried for what he did that would make you want to leave. Was it something he said? Something he did? Did someone tell you something about him? Who was it? Lover's quarrel? Ah, that had to be it.

He's so delusional that he won't even ask you to be his girlfriend, assuming that you guys are already in a relationship. So when you try to tell him that it's not true, he'll act like you're the crazy one

"you uh, feeling ok baby? Don't know how you could forget that we're in a relationship, but that's okay! I'll let it slide. This time"

" y/n, for the last time! It's okay that you forgot, I'll make you remember."

This guy has the biggest ego in the sonic universe, so he'll automatically assume, that again, your in a relationship. I mean, it doesn't matter if he asks or not; he saves you, is there for you, protects you, stands up for you, traps you from harm, feeds you, cuddles with you, and so much more! What's the point in asking?

And besides, he loves you so much more than those other. Things. You should be grateful he looks your way!

But, even though he'll save you from harm. Sometimes, he's the one that puts you in it just to impress you, only you. He'll never let you actually get hurt, just captured. And he'll save the day by swooping in at the last second. Getting your praise is one of the most important things in his life, something he couldn't possibly live without, something truly out of this world, or, universe.

And when ever your out, oh boy. Be prepared because he does not hold back, he'll always be touching you, it's so he nows you're still okay! You're not hurt. And he won't be subtle, he does not give two fucks about what other people think; He'll wrap his arms around your waist from behind as your looking at something, hold your hand, wrap his arm around your neck, kiss your cheek, forehead, and nose. Once again, he doesn't give a flying fuck.

He's also stupidly overprotective. He'll follow you around, and it's not like you could catch him at the corner of your eye or run from him. He's the fastest thing alive! And he's not stalking you! He's simply protecting you, wouldn't want Eggman to steal you away! Now would we?

There's not many things that sonic will lose his cool over, he's probably one of the most chill people you will ever meet. But, that doesn't mean he'd never go apeshit. And one of these things are people, people talking to you. Why are they around you? They shouldn't even be breathing the same air as you. He sees people that you talk to as a threat, even if their the least threatening person on the planet. He doesn't care, and he will gladly scare them away. Without you knowing of course, all he has to do; is look at them in the eye from behind you, glow dark, Make his eyes white, and bam! Their running off. But no one else sees this of course! He wouldn't want to ruin his reputation, now would he?

And when you two are alone, he'll plant doubts in your head about your friend or friends. Making you eventually believe that their not a good person, and it always works. He won't stop until it does.

" I don't really like this Joseph guy y/n, he's tried to hurt people in the past. What do you mean I'm lying? I've seen him do it in person! What makes you think that I haven't? I stopped him from doing it before, and I'll stop him from doing it again!"

A sigh, "i'm sorry y/n, it's just-i don't want you to get hurt, please understand that I'm only trying to help and protect you. And by doing that, I'm warning you of this guy before he does something."

" are you sure about this? I'm not so sure you should go out with her tonight y/n, or any other nights. What I mean is that she's not a good person, she manipulates people. I've heard she doing it! Why do you think I wasn't to happy with being 'introduced' to her by you?"

And even with all the lies, he truly feels like he isn't hurting you, he genuinely believes that he is just protecting you. He's not intentionally isolating you, nor will he call it that. He's just protecting you from the dangers of this fucked up world, and if he wants to shelter you. He will

But, even after all he's put you through, remember. He'll " always love you!"

#Sonic X #yandere sonic #yandere sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic x reader #yandere sonic the hedgehog x reader #yandere sonic X #the Brain rot is real #why did i make this #im going to hell

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hp-hcs · 5 months

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Lipstick part two when ??😭😭😭

when i work up the courage to write and post smut, lovely 😭😭

hate myself for writing this but yk wtv i’ll enjoy hell

this is filthy in my mind but i’m also ace so- this is probably prudish to y’all ngl

•smut• What Went On in the Supply Closet (Pt. 2 of lipstick) — yandere! Draco Malfoy x gender neutral! Gryffindor! reader x yandere! Enzo Berkshire

the boyos have a fwb thing going on fyi, thank you to the anon who suggested that. you’re a real one, homie ✊😔

gender neutral reader with no anatomical descriptions! YOU’RE WELCOME

(to my taglisters! i haven’t tagged anyone in this post because of its content. if you’d like to be tagged in any future smutty shit, send me an ask or dm or a comment or smth. i don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable, so if i do end up making a smut taglist, it’ll be an opt-in kinda thing rather than opt-out. know your limits and triggers and stay safe 🩶)

[SMUT AHEAD. MDNI.]

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“Shit, darlin’,” Draco gasped, pulling back from the kiss. He was breathless, his chest heaving with exertion.

Enzo’s eyes had gone dark and his breathing had gotten heavier. He barely waited for Draco to split apart from you before he took over, kissing you hard with reckless abandon.

Draco waited impatiently, barely giving Enzo a minute to kiss you before he was dragging him off by his collar.

“Not in the hallway, dipshit. Closet, right there.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d ever choose to go back into a closet, Dray,” Enzo mumbled under his breath, yanking open the door to the supply closet and guiding you inside with a firm hand.

Draco tugged the pull-chain of the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, the dim light doing fuck all to illuminate the room.

After Enzo shut and locked the door, the three of you just stood in a tense silence, staring at each other. You were all daring each other to make the first move.

“So why- why now?” You asked, breaking the moment of silence.

“What?” Enzo murmured, a hungry look in his eye as he slowly took a step forward, then another, effectively backing you up against the wall.

“Why now?” You repeat, the pitch of your voice raising minutely as your adrenaline spiked. “I mean, why not ask me to the Yule Ball or something?”

“I thought you already had a date, love?”

“Yeah, but it’s just Harry.”

Draco practically growled.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd reaction, confused until he rested his hand on your hip, gripping your flesh tightly—possessively.

“Oh, I get it!” You gasped out with a sly grin as his grip tightened. “You’re both jealous of Harr-”

Draco clamped one hand firmly over your mouth.

“Get his damn name out of your mouth,” he hissed threateningly, crowding into your space further.

You gulped, your cheeks heating up under his hand.

“Enzy, think we oughtta show our darlin’ how much better we are than Potter?”

Enzo nodded in agreement, wasting no time before leaning forward to smack away Draco’s hold on your hips and grab them both for himself, quickly seizing your mouth with his own.

You let out a tiny noise at the obsessive way he began to run his hands over your body; gripping your waist, your hips, your thighs. You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he stole your breath away with little regard.

You stifled a small moan. Draco must’ve joined back in at some point, because you could feel a second pair of lips sucking lazily on your neck and collarbone.

Whereas Draco seemed to prefer to go slow and casually, Enzo seemed frantic, his fingers fumbling and slipping on the buttons of your uniform shirt with how quickly he was moving.

Whereas Enzo was go, go, go! Draco took his time, savoring every second.

As if to illustrate that point exactly, Draco ghosted his fingers over your ribs, not quite making contact with your skin. At the exact same time, Enzo shoved his hand down the front of your uniform bottoms, grinding the heel of his hand against you.

You gasped into his mouth, your hands tightening on his shoulders and your fingers digging in at the two contradicting sensations.

When Enzo could feel your hips move, caught under the spell of those magical fingers of his, he smirked against your mouth, snickering at every little noise and gasp you made.

He pulled away from your mouth, ducking down to focus on a spot at the base of your throat. Draco swooped in, capturing your unoccupied mouth and smoothing a hand down the front of your chest.

Babbled pleas fell from your lips as Enzo’s movements sped up, his fingers knowing exactly where to twist and prod and massage.

“Pl- please- can I-”

“Ask Dray, sweetheart,” Enzo mumbled against your neck, a cheeky grin on his lips.

“Dray- D-Draco, ple-please!”

Draco pulled his hand away from where he’d been stroking your upper torso, pretending to think.

“I don’t know, have you really been that good?”

“Yes!”

His eyes sparkled with amusement under the weak lighting. “Say what I want to hear, doll. You know what I mean.”

You groan in frustration, ceding. “Merlin- yo-you’re b-better than Har-ry!”

“Come.”

At his permission you fall apart, your body all but going boneless as your eyes roll back in your head.

You panted for air, your eyes clamped shut, as the pair of boys drew back. Your skin was sticky with sweat, and you could feel the tacky texture of that damned lipstick everywhere.

Your eyes remained shut as you willed your legs to stop shaking. An odd noise broke you out of your reverie, and you slowly blinked, trying to make out shapes in the dimly lit closet.

You drew in a sharp breath when you saw Draco and Enzo sharing a kiss, smearing blue lipstick all over each other’s skin.

You blinked once more, trying to commit the image to memory, when you realized that the odd noise you’d heard had been a grunt from Draco, muffled by Enzo’s mouth. The latter had his hand down the former’s pants.

Draco yanked at the button of Enzo’s uniform pants, quickly diving his hand in to return the favor.

You watched through heavy-lidded eyes, your mouth hanging partially open as the two hot guys you’d just been making out with began jacking each other off.

Holy fuck. That’s hot.

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Your trio eventually stumbled out of the supply closet, disheveled and stained with blue.

A familiar ghost was waiting for the three of you outside, bursting into raucous laughter as soon as he saw your rumpled clothes and lipstick-dyed necks.

“Naughty, naughty children! Naughty, naughty!”

Peeves let out another cackle, blowing a raspberry in your direction and immediately disappearing through the floor.

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dreamerwithnightmares · 1 month

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What have i done

I definitely have too much free time...

#the dragon prince #tdp crack #aaravos #viren #sir sparklepuff #jujux shitposting again #im going to hell #speedrun becoming Aaravos' public enemy number 1 #the most correct size of Viren's eyebrows #family photo

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fyodorloveclub · 1 year

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UNFORGIVABLE !

pairing ↬ chuuya x fem reader

cw ↬ dark content, (i)ncest, alcohol mentions, reader is drunk, creampie, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

notes ↬ this was supposed to be a short blurb but oh well ♡ once again written in a frenzy at 1 am and unedited sorry teehe

wc ↬ 1.3k

big brother!chuuya who very kindly picks you up from your university formal because he's very overprotective and needs to make sure you get home safe. but you had gotten ready and arrived with your friends, so the first time he sees you in your stunning sleek black midi dress is when you're walking to his car at the end of the night, giggling with flushed cheeks and swaying slightly in your heels. he hops out quickly to make sure you get in the car safe without tripping, and is overwhelmed with how gorgeous you look -- despite your tipsy haze. and when you crash into him in an attempted hug, your tits pressed up against his chest and gripping the fabric of the back of his shirt, he feels things he knows he shouldn't.

as you arrive home, chuuya supporting you with an arm tight around your waist, your parents chuckle at the sight.

"what an amazing brother you are, chuuya," your mom coos, a tone of jest in her voice. "giving up your friday night to make sure your baby sister makes it home safe."

"just doin' my job," he says, looking at you adoringly.

"i'm not a baby, mom," you slur, falling against chuuya yet again. "i'm in college. doing grown up things."

she laughs and holds up her hands in defeat. "can you make sure she gets into bed okay, hon?"

chuuya smiles. "of course."

he leads you up the stairs slowly, and the way you're clinging onto him isn't helping the feelings he's trying so hard to ignore.

chuuya had originally planned on just helping you to your room and leaving to remove himself from the situation and quell the desire that stirred inside him, but as he sets you down on your bed and you almost tip backwards, it's clear he can't leave you to get ready for bed by yourself.

"nii-chan," you groan, tugging at his shirt to bring him closer. "can you help?" he stifled a cough.

"help you with what, hon?"

"can't get my dress off. too tight." to demonstrate you try to tug at the zipper of your dress, but your severely lacking dexterity made it impossible. "help?"

chuuya sighed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. of course you needed his help to get undressed right now.

"stand up and turn around then, love," he instructs, and you do as he says.

his fingers move deftly to the zipper and he's hoping you can wiggle out of it yourself once its undone and he can escape, because he is mortified at the arousal imagining you naked is causing. but of course he isn't that lucky.

you moan and groan as you try to pull the dress off of yourself, and its embarrassing. chuuya gives himself a pep talk before steadying you and offering to help. you smile wide and nod, blabbering a bunch of thank you thank you thank youuu, nii-chan's.

he slides his fingers underneath the shoulder straps and slowly peels the form fitting dress off your body, instructing you to hold onto his shoulders as he crouches down to help you step out of it. just as he dreaded, the only thing you had on underneath was a skimpy thong.

you stand there completely unashamed with your breasts fully on display as chuuya stands back up, throwing the dress over his shoulder.

"ok, hon," he sighs, busying himself with hanging the dress back up in your closet so as to avoid looking at you. "i'm gonna let you do the rest on your own, alright?"

"nooo," you whine.

getting back close to him, your naked body almost pressed completely against him as you start to run your fingers through his fiery red hair, chuuya is about to lose his shit.

"stay?"

"i need to go, darlin'." he tries to pry your hands off of him, but you suddenly have a death grip around him.

"stay, please."

and before chuuya can say another word, your arms are wrapped around his neck and your lips are on his. chuuya is only human.

he's kissing you back fiercely now, cradling your face with his hands as he dips his tongue into your mouth. you moan and now he's tapping the back of your thighs with a quiet whisper of jump so he can hoist you up, wrapping your legs tight around his waist. his lips stay on yours as he walks the two of you to the bed and lays you down gently, crawling on top of you.

"god, i need you, nii-chan," you whine, making chuuya almost growl.

"im right here, baby."

his hand slides down your belly before wiggling it under the waistband of your thong, the arousal he's been fighting all night finally taking over him.

he's kissing your neck as he rubs circles around your clit but you, ever the impatient one, shove his hand down further his fingers graze against your entrance. and he's not one to deny you anything right now. his ring finger slides into you with a surprising amount of ease as he realizes how dripping wet you are.

"fuck me chuuya, please."

it scares him to think about how easily the two of you are falling into something as dirty and unforgivable as this but god he would be insane to walk away from this.

"anything you want," he growls. "im all yours tonight."

he's leaned back off of you to unbutton his pants and yank them and his boxers off, his already aching cock hanging heavy between his legs.

your smile is lopsided as he hovers over you once more, and your alcohol-clouded mind is still playing catch-up when chuuya is sliding his cock inside of you. you yelp but he clasps a hand over your mouth.

"c'mon now, let's not let mom and dad know what you're letting your big brother do to you right now." you nod, and he releases his hand.

your legs find their way around his skinny waist again and he holds you tight as he pushes the rest of his cock inside of you, bottoming out.

"god, please, more!" you cry out.

chuuya chuckles before giving you what you want, pulling his hips back until the only part of his length left inside of you is the tip, before thrusting into you with full force. you hold your own hand over your mouth as you let out ungodly moans. you truly never thought the dick would be this good.

you quickly fall into a steady rhythm, chuuya nipping at the sensitive skin under your jaw as you gasp and cry out while he stuffs you full of his cock. you feel like a junky, you absolutely can't get enough, whining for more, more, more! and he happily obliges.

slick wet noises fill your bedroom as your beloved brother fucks you hard and deep, and your pussy spasms around him as your arousal is approaching its max. you could tell chuuya was feeling the same as his groans got louder and louder.

"want me to cum inside you, baby? want your big brother to fill you up?"

a string of slurred yes's tumble past your lips as he fucks you, and the way chuuya moans as he releases his hot cum inside you is enough to send you over the edge too, gripping his hair tight as your orgasm ripples through your body and you feel liquid trickling out of you.

chuuya presses one more long kiss to your lips, petting your hair before pulling out, almost feeling himself starting to get hard again at the sight of you laying all fucked out and blissful on the bed.

"thank you, chuuya-nii," you giggle and hiccup, tired eyes fluttering.

"of course," he smiles. then his eyes fall to the large wet spot underneath you. "now get up for a second, darlin'. looks like i gotta change your sheets for you now."

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