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youryanderedaddy · 2 months

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Yandere! Crazy ex boyfriend

tw: female reader, non - con, heavy degradation, slut-shaming, abuse/violence, mockery of depression, suicidal ideation, obsessive behavior, death threats, dark

It's 2 a.m. and you can't sleep - you keep turning and burying your head into the soft, warm pillow, but something is off. The moon is too bright, coming in from the gap between your heavy curtains. The crickets outside are too loud, playing around and singing the same old melody over and over again. The static silence of the old radio tucked under the drawers is too repetitive, too predictable. All in all, you can feel it in your bones; something is wrong. Very, very wrong.

You hear the steps next. That sinister laughter - getting louder and louder, someone screaming at the top of their lungs, the echo flooding through the thin walls of your small shared flat. Someone's fist is gripping the lock with uneccessary cruelty as if trying to knock it out of the handle. The key falls down in one sharp motion, and your heart stops completely once the door opens with a squeaky, familiar bang - it still makes you jump even after all those months.

"Aww, baby!" The man exclaims, leaning against the door. You're not sure if you are hallucinating due to the countless hours of lost sleep, or there is actually smoke coming out of his old black trenchcoat. You're not even sure if he's trully here, or if this is yet another nightmare. "You didn't bother with locks this time!" He continues, smiling with childlike glee - but you know him too well. He's never peaceful. He's never cheerful. Any indication of happiness the monster exhibits is meant to confuse and trick his prey, and you're not falling for his tricks again. You already got burnt one too many times.

"Does that mean you missed me?" He tilts his head, almost pouting at you. He's all disheveled - a total wreck. The curly, unruly hair you once loved to caress and play with now just seems shaggy and unkept, sticking out like an explosion. His eyes are dark, well, darker, bloodshot, barely recognizable from the warm pots of honey that used to make you melt against him. He's lost weight, yet weirdly enough seems to have gained some muscle. You can't help, but think that it simply looks weird, unnatural even. Adam, the one you remember, was never strong - he was never threatening, never even raised his voice at you. But that was years ago in the sweet, distant dreams of the past, and that boy had died the moment you two moved in together. That's when your hell trully began.

"Were you trying to give me easy access, baby? Hm?" He smirks, interrupting your stream of consciousness. If you were unsure of his physicallity, of his existence, it's bright clear now - because you can never mistake that taunting, humiliating curve to his voice, the one he only uses when he's mad. Really, really mad. "Knew I would be back?"

You take a deep breath, slowly nodding along - maybe if you play nice, he'd just go away. Maybe this time you won't end up in cuts and bruises, all memories, good or bad, completely wiped off your drugged out hazy brain.

"Of course you did." Your ex boyfriend humms in satisfaction, taking a single step towards you - and it makes you tremble all over, no matter how much you wish you could remain calm and collected at the face of Death himself. "Because I told you so, no?" He clenches his teeth, raising his head so his eyes would meet yours. You feel like a deer caught before a trigger guard with an unstable trigger, one second away from being shot in the heart. "I told you-" He steps closer. "That I'll be back-" Another step. "Didn't I, princess?"

You nod again, unable to produce a sound. You almost wish he brought his gun so this little torture session would end quicker. Almost.

"Aww, look at you trying so hard to please me. It's adorable, baby." The man coos, his knee sliding across the edge of your bed. Fear takes a hold of your lungs, squeezing them in until you feel like you're seeing stars - and then Adam climbs on top of you. It all happens so quickly - one moment he's far away, and then he's towering over you, his hot breath ghosting over your sweaty neck, baby hairs sticking out with shivers. You can't shake the terrifying, unescapable feeling that you've been here before. That you somehow always end up underneath him, begging for your life - for mercy he won't ever grant you.

"I wonder where all that enthusiasm was when you decided to run on me." The white part of his eyes suddenly illuminates, brows raised together - he looks deranged. "Huh?" He looks at you, expecting an answer, yet you can't think of one. Your brain is turning to mush, consumed by raw panic - but why does it matter? Whatever you say he'll find a way to use against you. "Answer me, you fucking bitch!" He hisses, voice dropping to a diabolical whisper as his fist snaps around your throat like a metal collar. This seems to break off your stupor, and you open your mouth, ready to yell at whoever is still awake.

"Don't you dare fucking scream, cunt." Adam grips your jaw with one hand, crushing your cheeks into each other. "If I hear a single word come out of that filthy little mouth of yours, I am going to slit your fucking throat." His lips twist in a big sadistic grin you would have wanted to punch had you had the strength to move your arm around. Instead you whimper, defeated. Even after everything, your stupid self preservation instinct won't let you die - so it sacrifices the only thing you have left, your dignity. "And then in the morning your little friends will find you drowning in your own blood." He lowers his face, cold dead lips tracing the rough lines of your collarbone.

"A pretty picture for sure." He bites his lower lip, imagining it for just a second. "Bu-ut I know that even a depressed, suicidal little attention whore like you wouldn't want her friends to be sad." The man adds teasingly, and you can feel the bile back up into your stomach, burning and acidic. You may actually throw up all over him if you're not careful. And then he'd kill you for sure. "I mean, you seem to care for these pesky bugs oh-so much. It'd be a pity to force them to clean up your remains-"

"N-no, that's not true. I don't care about them, I only care about you!" You lie through your teeth, hot, salty tears pricking your eyes as you deny the love you have for the only people who care about you - the ones who basically saved you from a life of abuse and suffering. But apparently nothing good lasts, not when it comes to you. "Adam, I only love y-"

He backhands you - the slap echoes through the roof. Ouch.

"Don't say-" Your ex boyfriend grunts, roughly shoving you down. You take a shallow breath, letting the sting settle in. It's going to leave a red ugly handprint all over your cheek - and yet you stupidly thought your little confession was going to make him happy. Your anchors, the straws that used to buy you time, howerer rare and far in between, are all gone now. You used them up. You've run out of time, out of trick, out of will to keep fighting.

But you know he'll never make good on his threats. He'd never actually kill you - he doesn't love you enough to rid you of this miserable obsession that ties you together. And yet you tremble every time you feel the graze of his knife against your skin - you cower whenever he raises his hand. And you break down when he holds you close, hoping, praying that this time his embrace would prove just suffocating enough for you to stop breathing all together. It never does.

"Don't say you love me. You don't love me." Adam hisses in your ear, venom dripping off each word. "And I don't even care if you love me." He turns you around, pushing your face into your pillow - muffling your cries into weak, hiccuping sobs. "You're nothing." He swallows, averting his gaze to your lower body - yanking your shorts down with little concern as to whether they'd rip or not. "You amount to nothing, you're lower than dirt. You're just a fucked up little bitch." The man keeps mouthing off, and you can't decide what hurts more - his nails digging into your hips, or the razor sharp insults. " I never want you to forget that you deserve everything I give you."

You cry out as his massive length enters you with absolutely no preparation. It hurts - you're dry and it chaffs against your walls with nothing to make it slide freely, bruising your cervix. Your muscles are trying to push the foregin object out, but it keeps pushing in and out of you in forceful uniform thrusts. Between the waves of sharp and stinging-hot pain you manage to form a coherent thought - and you're surprised. Surprised that the man is even able to stay hard when all he feels right now is anger. Not love or affection, not even lust. Just anger. Surprised your body is still going even after your mind has given up. Surprised that, even despite all your protests and agony, you are growing used to this.

"I gave you everything." Adam start off again, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "Everything - but you're too much of a selfish whore to see." He pulls your hair back so you'd face him from beneath - then he slaps you with all force. "I want to mess up that pretty little face of yours." His hand connects to your cheek once again. You know you'll wake up all puffy and blue tomorrow morning - if you even wake up. "I want you so goddamn ugly no one wants you anymore." He pulls you in by your shirt, smashing his lips against yours with a brutal force - as if he's trying to become one with you, and break your face at the same time. "I want you so ruined-" He kisses you again, teeth running into teeth - yet he's the one to bite you first. "And lonely that you have no one else to turn to."

"I want you broken." He pulls away just to stare into your empty eyes, voice now back to a whisper. "As broken as me."

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gurugirl · 3 months

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Next Door Neighbors

Summary: You just wanted peace and quiet and Harry just wanted to jam out in his garage for his birthday. So you decide to confront your new neighbor but things don't go as you planned.

A/N: Here it is! Sorry I didn't get it out earlier but it's here now! Enjoy this little 🎈 Harry Styles Happy Birthday Treat 🎈xoxo

Word Count: 7.8k

Warning: 18+ only, smut

It was the perfect house with the perfect backyard in the perfect neighborhood. You’d hit the jackpot. Your first big girl purchase. A house with a lovely garden, two bedrooms, a lovely little kitchen with the perfect rays of light that shone in through the big windows all morning. And the neighborhood was nice and quiet where you could enjoy your weekends in peace reading to your heart’s content.

It was a huge upgrade from the apartment life you endured for years while you saved up for just this thing. And you’d finally found it. Things seemed to be coming together for you in life finally.

On Friday after you got off work, Zoya called, asking if you wanted to go out with the girls but you politely declined, “I’m just gonna stay in I think. I hope you don’t mind. Maybe next weekend, Zo.”

You had a bottle of wine tucked under your arm as you held your cell phone to your ear on your way to the checkout lane at the little neighborhood market a few blocks from your house. Your new house. The one with your name on the mortgage.

Your plan was to drink a little wine in your cute new backyard and read a book, just taking in the peace of your new place.

You turned on the twinkle lights over your back porch (your dad had helped you put them up into the trees) and sat down in your outdoor lounge chair with a glass of wine and the book you’d been looking forward to reading. The sun had just gone down and you could hear crickets. A perfect Friday night, in your opinion.

That is until you were twenty pages into your book and suddenly the loud racket of what sounded like obnoxiously loud live music playing from next door had you closing your book and standing up to investigate.

The closer you got the more you could hear the unmistakable sound of a live band playing, the pop of a snare drum, the trill of a guitar... You looked over the wood fence into the driveway of your neighbor’s home and couldn’t see much but you saw lights on inside of the garage and the loud ruckus of a homemade instrumental band.

You didn’t want to be one of those neighbors. One of those awful people who complained about everything their neighbors did. But this was ridiculous. It seemed they had no regard for any of the people that lived around them.

Walking back to what was supposed to be your little oasis you sat down and grumped to yourself about how rude some people could be. You’d give them one hour until you went over there and told them in person to lower the noise.

You’d only been living in your little house for a few days and this was your first Friday night. You had really been looking forward to a peaceful night at home. Not even your second glass of wine could calm you down.

You didn’t know why you were so mad about it. In your apartment, you were bombarded with noise from all the neighbors who shared a wall with you and the loud heard of elephants that lived above you.

But this? It was meant to be your sanctuary. Your place of solitude.

But you’d had it. When an hour had passed and you paced around your backyard getting up the nerve to walk over there you huffed and psyched yourself up as you made your way into the front yard of your neighbor’s house and could see three men inside the wide open garage. A drummer pounding away, and two men standing – one with a guitar and another with a bass.

You stepped into the driveway and clutched your cardigan closer to your chest as you appeared at the threshold of the garage and the music abruptly stopped when the tall one with dark curls laid his eyes on you.

“Hi. You’re the new neighbor,” he raised his hand from the neck of the guitar he had slung over his shoulder and smiled.

You instantly no longer were raging with anger when you heard his voice and realized this was the man you’d seen briefly the morning before as he got into his car. You imagined he was attractive but not this attractive. Tattoos along one arm, thick curls, plush pink lips, dimples…

“Uh… yeah. I just moved in next door a few days ago.” You looked behind yourself and back toward the men before continuing, “I was hoping you guys could–“

Your voice was cut off by the clash of a symbol then the hit of a snare before the drummer tapped his sticks together, “We’re in the middle of something here in case you didn’t see.”

“Hey… chill. Don’t be rude man,” the curly-headed man with the guitar shot a look at the drummer before looking back at you, “What were you saying? Sorry.”

You shifted on your feet, “I was wondering if you guys could keep it down. It’s so loud and it’s all I can hear while I’m trying to read.”

The guy with the bass guitar spoke, “Oh come on, lady. We hardly ever get to do this.”

Your neighbor began removing his guitar, lifting the strap over his head as he looked at the other two, “Let’s call it a night guys. That’s enough.”

The other two began to grumble as they packed away their things and your neighbor stepped out of the garage in front of you with his hand held out to you, “I’m Harry.”

You smiled and placed your palm against his, “Y/n.”

The drummer came up beside Harry, “Today’s his birthday you know. The only thing he wanted today was to jam out for a bit.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Harry, “Oh. I didn’t know. I’m sorry… you–“

“Don’t worry about it. We had a good hour. I’m beat anyway. Long week at work.”

The bassist gave Harry a side hug, “I’m gonna head home. See you later, okay? Happy birthday, dude.”

“Oh. I should leave. I’m really sorry again,” you waved as you began to back away.

But Harry stepped in toward you, “Stick around for a minute okay?”

The drummer followed suit, bidding Harry a happy birthday and then getting into his car to drive away as you stood awkwardly at the edge of the garage until it was just you and Harry.

“I’m sorry. I feel really bad that they left. And it’s your birthday too? I’ll… do you want a bottle of wine or something? Let me grab you a bottle as a gift and an apology…”

Harry grinned at you and shook his head, “Mind if I come with you? I’d love to see the inside of the house. Never got the chance to see it before. That can be your birthday gift to me.”

You noted the smirk on his face, his confident posture, and then you realized he had crystalline green eyes. Something in the way he was looking at you gave you those ridiculous butterflies in your tummy.

“Yeah. Of course, Harry.” You turned and he followed behind you as you led him into your backyard, closing the gate behind yourself.

“This is the backyard. I’m gonna put in some flowers over there,” you pointed, “And maybe do something with the porch at some point.”

Harry looked around the backyard briefly before he put his gaze back on you as you opened up your door to let him inside. You were sure you were insane to be letting your neighbor, whom you did not know, into our house with you alone at night, but you only live once, isn’t that what they say?

“Kitchen,” you gestured your hand and then moved through into the living room where Harry trailed behind you and looked around.

“It’s nice. I like how big the windows are. Always was jealous of how big they are compared to mine.”

You looked up at him and smiled, “It’s one of the reasons I bought the place. The window in the kitchen overlooking the backyard kind of sealed the deal for me. Lots of great light comes in for most of the day.”

“I bet it does,” he kept his eyes on you and your tummy was still fluttering about.

“Over here is the bedroom,” you flipped on the switch, “It’s got its own full bathroom. Tiny but I like it.” You turned to move down the hall and flipped on the switch to the hallway bathroom, “Another bathroom, here,” and then moved to the final door, pushing it open to an empty room, “And at some point, I’ll furnish this. It’ll be like an office, guest room sort of thing.”

You turned off the light and looked back at Harry who was standing right behind you.

“Thank you, for showing me around.”

You felt your face warm up as you looked at him. You liked how he said your name. Liked how his lips moved around his words when he spoke.

“Of course. Um… do you want any wine? I was a glass and a half into a bottle if you want to finish it with me?”

That was an easy yes from Harry. You brought your glass in from outside and pulled out a clean one for your neighbor before pouring a bit of the burgundy liquid inside for him.

“Happy birthday, Harry,” you held your glass out to him and he tapped the edge of his glass to yours, “Sorry that I ruined it, though. I kind of feel awful.”

Harry shook his head, “Don’t be sorry. Like I said, it was a long week at work and we had a good hour anyway. Plus this is nice. Getting to know my neighbor,” he took a sip of his wine.

“How old are you today?” You took a sip of your wine as you watched him.

“30,” he sighed, “Grown adult officially.” He smiled.

You laughed at his remark and nodded, “Yes, 30 marks the official entry into adulthood. That’s my belief as well.”

You really liked Harry. He was easy to talk to and you decided he made you feel very comfortable.

“So, you’re a musician?” You raised your brows.

He shook his head and chuckled, “Well, I like to sing and play instruments. I’m not really great or anything. Just a hobby. Used to be in a band in college but then I realized I had to get a real job and figure out how to pay my bills and get along in life.”

You leaned your bottom into your kitchen counter and smiled at him, “Oh yeah. I know all about that. Would be nice if we could make good money just doing our hobbies so we didn’t have to get real jobs,” you laughed, “What do you do for work?”

“I’m an electrical contractor. Have a small business with three employees. It’s hard work but it pays well. Most of the time.”

You smiled. He continued to get more attractive the more he talked and the more you learned. It didn’t hurt that you could tell he was in incredibly great shape as well. He was tall, his shoulders were broad and his shirt stretched tightly over the lats at his back and hung loosely where his waist was, indicating a nice healthy build and upper body strength. His arms were lean muscle and even his thighs filled out the tops of his jeans so you understood it wasn’t just his upper body that was well-muscled.

You heard Harry chuckle as you darted your eyes back up to his. You’d been caught checking him out. You hadn’t meant to let your eyes scrape down his frame but… well. Here you were.

“And what do you do, Y/n?”

Harry kept his sight on you as he sipped from his glass. His sultry gaze was doing things to your hormones and making your heart pump a little harder behind your ribcage.

“I’m the general manager at SpendCo,” you laughed and shrugged, “Not a fancy job but I like it. Good benefits. Was able to save up for this place,” you gestured your hand around the kitchen.

“My job’s not fancy either,” Harry laughed, “But yeah. It’s steady work. A good paycheck.”

You nodded. You could relate in some ways. You’d gone to school for business but wound up working your way up from the bottom at SpendCo. When you started you were making just over minimum wage as a cashier, but now you worked in the office, Monday through Friday (no more weekends for you) and had shift managers and employees working under you. It felt good to be the boss.

“Wanna sit in the living room? Couch is brand new. In fact, I’ve hardly even had the chance to sit in it myself.”

“Yeah. Let’s break that couch in, Y/n,” Harry grinned as he nudged you with his shoulder.

Oh?

You laughed at his comment but decided to not take it the way you imagined he meant. Of course, he obviously meant just sitting on it and breaking it in that way. Certainly, there were no innuendos behind his words.

You didn’t have a proper coffee table yet so you pulled an empty bin with a lid to the front of the couch, “We’ll use this to put our glasses on. Still not done decorating or buying things I need, as you can tell.”

Harry sat his glass down on the plastic lid of the bin and pointed at your stereo setup next to the TV, “Can I put on some music?”

“Yeah, sure,” you smiled as you took another sip of your wine and watched your handsome neighbor get up and turn on your stereo and speakers. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and searched for the Bluetooth to connect and a song began to play over your speakers.

“Like Chris Isaak?” Harry asked as he sat down on the couch, right next to you, his knee knocking into yours.

“Yeah… I think. I’ve heard this song before anyway,” you smiled as you looked down at your thighs.

Harry leaned his back into the cushion and you felt him shifting next to you, his arm propped up on the back of the seat behind you.

“So where did you live before you moved in here?”

You turned your head to look at him before placing your eyes safely on the plastic bin, “In an apartment over in Roger’s Park. Nice little neighborhood. But I hated living in an apartment. Lugging groceries up three flights of stairs every time I went shopping. I mean I got used to it but still…” you laughed.

“Oh yeah. I know what you mean. I used to live in an apartment too. Actually also in Roger’s Park… but that was like five years ago.”

You peeked at him with your brows raised, “Yeah? You lived in Roger’s Park too? What area?”

“Off Grand near the big bus terminal.”

“Wait. For real? At Sheraton Oaks?”

Harry furrowed his brows and squinted, “Yes. Shit. Is that where you lived?”

“It is. 3rd floor. Apartment 10.”

Harry turned his body toward you, his thigh flush against yours, “No fucking way, Y/n. I lived in apartment 10,” he pointed his thumb at himself with a wide surprised grin on his face.

You shook your head and looked at him in disbelief, “That’s wild. How funny that two people who used to live in the same apartment at different times became next-door neighbors. What are the chances?”

Harry laughed, “Seems quite unlikely in such a big city.”

You and Harry sat facing one another in amazement as a new song came on.

“You okay?” Harry’s pupils ran over your features and you saw him looking at your lips as he poked his tongue out to wet his own.

“Yeah. Why?”

Harry softly smiled as he lifted his hand to your face and you felt the pad of his thumb press into your cheek, “You’re biting the inside of your cheeks. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t nervous or something.”

You puffed out a laugh and shook your head, “No. I’m not nervous. Sometimes I chew on the inside of my cheeks. Bad habit.”

Harry nodded shallowly with his eyes on you but he didn’t respond. Instead, he reached for his glass and took a sip of wine.

“So… um…” you glanced at him and shot your eyes to his hand that held the stem of the glass. His hands were nice and big and you noticed he had his nails painted, alternating blue and yellow.

“So, um… What? What were you gonna say?”

You gulped and forced yourself to look into his eyes. He was so handsome and you were beginning to get hot all over. He was too close (not that that was a bad thing), his thigh was solid against yours, and his eyes were drawing something out of you. He was alluring.

“I don’t…” you shook your head, “Forgot what I was gonna say.”

Harry pulled his lips into his mouth, a muted grin on his face as you watched dimples carve into his cheeks. Like he knew what you were thinking.

“I like this sweater,” he gestured toward your cardigan and you looked down at it. It was knitted with a cat playing with a ball of yarn on the left side.

“My aunt bought it for me for Christmas last year,” you smiled and as you brought your eyes up you noticed he was wearing a necklace but you couldn’t see the whole thing as it was tucked under his t-shirt.

He pulled at a button on your cardigan and cocked his head as he looked at you, “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/n? Do you want me to leave?”

Your eyes widened, “Oh no. This is nice. I… I’m okay. Honestly.”

“Okay. You just seem a little frazzled. Want to make sure I’m not doing anything that’s making you uncomfortable.”

You shook your head, “No. You’re great. You haven’t done anything to make me uncomfortable.” You bit your bottom lip into your mouth and tried to give off an air of calm and confidence like Harry was but he was something else. He was so incredibly attractive and the eye contact was making you slowly melt. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to what it would be like to kiss him.

He grinned, one side of his mouth pulling upward, “I see.”

You watched as he took a deep breath and placed his wine glass back down before looking back into your eyes, “So, um… can I ask you a personal question?”

You nodded, “Yeah. Sure.”

“Do you have a boyfriend or…?”

Your brows raised upward, “Oh. Uh, no. No boyfriend,” you put your hands into your lap and fiddled with your fingers, “And, uh… you? Significant other?”

A breathy laugh fell from his chest as he shook his head, “Nope.” He popped the p as he responded.

You nodded and looked down at the hand that he’d placed over his thigh. His pinky was pressed into your leg. You were sure he was giving you some kind of signal. All the signs were there. His body language, eye contact, asking you about a boyfriend, and the nearness of him… He was so close you could smell the soap he used.

“Mmm…” you racked your brain to think of anything to say, “How long have you lived here?”

He licked his lips again, “Five years. Moved out of Sheraton Oaks and then bought the house next door.”

You smiled, “So that means I moved in right after you moved out.”

Harry slowly moved his hand further toward your leg and you felt his pinky and ring finger press into your leggings before subtly bending his pinky finger out to rub the fabric under his digit, “Sounds like we have a lot in common.”

“Yeah. Guess so,” you gave him a weak smile and looked down at his hand.

“Am I overstepping?”

You shook your head and looked up at him.

“No? What about if I kissed you? Is that too much?”

Your breath caught in your lungs as you kept your eyes pinned to his and shook your head again.

“No, it’s not too much? Or no you don’t want me to kiss you?”

You swallowed and your heart bounced around in your chest so wildly you could almost hear it, “No, it’s not too much.”

The smile on Harry’s face was soft as he looked from your eyes to your mouth, “It’s okay then? You don’t mind the birthday boy stealing a kiss from his cute neighbor?”

That pulled a laugh from you just as he hoped it would, “I’d like that I think.”

Harry slid his free hand up to the side of your neck, his thumb at the base of your jaw close to your ear, “Last chance to say no.”

You laughed again and placed your palm over the top of his hand that had fully moved over your thigh, “Kiss me.”

The slow movement of his face toward yours, the nudge of his nose to your skin, hot puffs of breath spreading over your cheek, soft lips brushing against the edge of your mouth, before he finally pressed his smooth pink lips against yours was alchemic. Something about him, about the way he handled himself and spoke to you and devoured you with his eyes… But with his mouth against yours, his thumb softly rubbing at your jaw, and his hand moving to fit his fingers between yours as he kept it pressed over your thigh you felt electrified.

And he tasted like mint and smelled like soap and his lips were smooth and moist against yours. Your Friday night had already turned out far better than you imagined it would.

Yeah. Making out on your new couch in your new house with your new neighbor was way better.

You slid the palm of your free hand up his shoulder and to the nape of his neck as his own grip on the side of your neck and jaw tightened the slightest.

But your mind was on his mouth. The heat coming from his touch. The way his tongue slid through your lips to beckon them open…

Harry pulled at your hand and urged you toward his lap. Parting your legs you sat down over the spread of his thighs, settling yourself as close to him as possible.

He slid his hands up your thighs and you felt ravenous. It was as if sitting in his lap made it so much more real. He was moving things along and you were keeping pace.

You pressed your tongue against his and softly rocked your hips down. As your pelvis tilted against Harry, he moaned into your mouth and it was the hottest thing you’d ever heard.

“Fuck. You still good?” He parted from the kiss, keeping his nose bumped against yours.

You breathed out a yes as you nodded and when you lifted your face your lips brushed against his and it started all over again. Lips smothered over lips and tongues wetly dragging against tongues.

Harry’s hands inched up to your hips and you pressed your fingers into the back of his neck, feeling his pulse, steady and strong under your skin.

He lapped over your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and then dropped his cushiony lips down to your jaw, peppering damp kisses under the space of your chin and over your neck.

You loved having your neck kissed. Not just loved it… you craved it. The feel of a man’s breath and mouth and tongue and nose against your pulse point and the delicate skin that wrapped over blood pumping through your arteries had your skin tingling.

Another rock of your hips down and you felt the obvious swell of something growing under his jeans. He hissed and you backed away from his mouth, not knowing if his sharp inhale was from pain or if he liked the slide of the fabric over your crotch pressing against him.

When you looked at his eyes he was a different man. His pupils had widened and his plush pink lips were wet and parted, nostrils taking in air heavily as you felt his fingers dig into your hips.

“Did I hurt you?” You brought one of your hands toward his jaw feeling the light scruff along the bone under your knuckles.

He shook his head, “No. Not at all. But I do need to reposition.”

You looked down between your bodies and moved back on his thighs to give him space but before your brain could connect to your motions you were reaching down for his button to unpluck from the thick jean fabric. He gently lifted his hips as you unzipped his pants and then you looked at him as you pushed the bottom hem of his shirt upward over the band of his underwear.

“You wanna help?” He spoke breathily as you nodded and pulled the elastic away from his skin with one hand and used the other to reach under the fabric. It was sparse hair and skin and then and then denser hair and warmth until you felt him tucked awkwardly to the side against his pelvis.

The small coo that fell from your mouth was involuntary as you wrapped your hand around him. Hot and thick in your hand. He inhaled sharply again when he felt your palm on his cock as you helped guide him upright.

Your breath was unsteady and shallow as you kept your eyes on Harry’s, “God, Harry.”

“What?” His teasing smirk gave away that he knew what. He knew his cock was big and watching your reaction to that was pleasing.

You gulped and peeked down at it, your hand still holding the fabric away from his hips. A swollen, smooth ruddy colored tip that matched the pink of his lips. The length of which pushed out from the top of the band and sat perfectly in between two fern tattoos at his hips along the bare part of his skin.

“It’s…” you looked back up at him, “It’s nice.”

Harry breathed out a laugh, “Nice? Why thank you.” He grinned.

But then you felt his fingers slide under your t-shirt, pushing the fabric up slowly until his skin was pressed into your sides. It felt like he was urging you to remove your shirt so you did. Pulling your cardigan off first you let it fall to the floor at Harry’s feet before you peeled your t-shirt off.

Harry was surprised to see you weren’t wearing a bra. It had been easy enough to hide under the knitted sweater you figured, so you never put a bra on when you went to confront him earlier. And of course, you weren’t wearing one. It was meant to be a quiet Friday night in. There had been no need.

He pushed his hands up your sides until his fingers were wrapped around your ribs with his thumbs pressing into the soft plump underside of your tits.

You watched him take you in. Your nipples were straining and goosebumps littered your flesh as he ghosted his thumbs along the sensitive tissue.

It felt like so much. You had never done anything remotely sexual with someone you didn’t know. But Harry was hot and you were turned on. So much so that you could feel the dampness in your panties.

You reached back to his chest, pulling at his shirt. You wanted to see more. Wanted to know what he looked like underneath it all. You knew he was fit. And you were positive there were more tattoos hidden away under the material of his shirt.

With his eyes on yours, he moved his hands away from your breasts and pulled his shirt off, taking the back and bringing it over his head at the front. You got a glimpse of the necklace he wore. A white gold cross that slapped against his chest when it caught on the fabric of his shirt as he removed it.

You had been right. His body was defined and strong. Bulky muscular pecs and toned abs. Inked skin from his clavicle to the butterfly under his pectorals and down to the ferns, where his cock poked out of the top of his underwear.

Pressing your palms over his pecs you smoothed your hands down over his nipples and to the butterfly tattoo underneath.

Harry put his hands on your hips again while you admired his torso and you felt his fingers dip under the waistband of your dark-colored tights. Another signal. A question seeking approval for more.

Drawing your eyes up to his you put your hands over his fingers and pushed the material down with him.

Of course, sitting in his lap hindered too much movement but he understood your hint as he pushed you up by your hips and you found yourself being moved off of his lap to your back on the couch.

“Still good, Y/n?” He looked at you with those dark pupils, an air of respectful authority. He made your skin boil.

You nodded, “I’m good.”

Harry began to pull at the stretchy fabric, bringing it down your hips and over your thighs til your knees were free and then he lifted your legs so he could get the leggings off your feet.

When your pants were on the floor, he still had your legs held upward, one hand at the back of your ankles and you peered down at him indulging in the sight of your skin at the back of your thighs and down to your bottom covered in your panties.

You saw a grin on his face as he brought your legs down before he stood up and pulled his jeans off his legs.

His body was so strong and masculine. He could easily dominate you, the thought briefly crossed your mind as you watched the muscles in his arms flex, his abs clench, and the sinew on his powerful-looking thighs bulge as he steadied himself one leg at a time until his jeans were off and he was only clad in his underwear with dark inky designs on his skin and even on his thigh.

He kneed himself down onto the couch, hovering over you as you naturally spread your legs to allow him space between your thighs.

And the feel of his hard shaft pressing over your mound before his lips dropped down to yours once again had you dazed. It almost didn’t feel real.

“So fucking hot, Y/n…” he whispered against your lips, “Made me so hard.”

You gasped when he rocked himself down over you, fabric rubbing against fabric until your arousal had seeped through your panties and began wetting his underwear.

He moaned and parted from this kiss, “You’re all wet.” He slid himself upward and then back with a grin. “You like that?”

You nodded with a moan.

“Yeah? What else do you want, Y/n? Hm? Want to get rid of these panties?”

You moved your shaky hands down your hips and pushed at the fabric to bring them down. All you wanted was him. Your hormones were screaming at you and all you could think about was his big cock and how it would feel sliding inside of you.

Harry laughed at how enthusiastic you seemed and moved back to help you remove your panties, “Okay. We can get these off. Mind if I lose my underwear too?”

You sat up and reached for the band of his briefs as he began to push them down until he was completely bare before you.

His cock hung heavy outward, pointing toward you, like it was beckoning to be touched so you did, reaching for him and taking your palm from his tip to his base until your hand hit the dark thatch of hair and then pulled back up to his smooth head.

“I want it. Want to feel it, Harry.” You looked at him as you pumped him again.

He groaned as he watched your small hand move along his length.

“Do you have a condom?”

You swallowed and paused your motions. You definitely did not have a condom. Which was quite unfortunate because that could only mean sex was not going to happen unless he had one and was willing to go to his house to get it.

Shaking your head no you frowned.

Harry licked his lips and trailed his eyes over your tits and down your tummy, “S’okay. Plenty of other ways to have fun.”

You whined as you looked down at your hand. You had really wanted to feel that big thing wrecking your insides.

Harry took your chin and tilted your face to look up at him, “What’s wrong?”

You inhaled and let go of his pretty dick, “I wanted to feel you so bad.”

He pressed his mouth against yours, soft reassuring kisses had your heart strumming in your chest.

“Well I would hate to disappoint you,” he grinned, “Want to go to mine? I’ve got condoms. We’ll just have to put some clothes back on.”

You nodded and pushed yourself up, quickly pulling your cardigan on and slipping your leggings back up your legs.

Harry liked how desperate you seemed. That was quite the ego boost. He put his shirt back on and pulled his jeans up but left the zipper down as he clutched the fabric to keep it up.

“Guess that’s good enough for breaking your couch in, yeah?”

You laughed and nodded, “Was a good first use for it I think.”

Harry laughed as he took your hand and you two made your way out your front door to his, hurrying over grass under bare feet and small chuckles until you were in the safety and privacy of his living room. He kept your hand in his until he got to his bedroom where he pulled his shirt off and you followed suit, ridding yourself of the annoying clothing you’d had to put back on.

But you knew it was going to be worth it.

Harry dug into his bedside table for a condom and laid it on top of the wood before looking back at you, “You still want this?”

You nodded and climbed onto his bed. The tunnel vision you had was keeping your mind from wandering too far off course as you watched Harry stroke his cock, long pulls up and down to his base as he crawled after you onto his bed.

You easily opened up your legs for him to fit his hips between and felt his warm cock slipping through your folds, rubbing against your clit.

“So slippery, Y/n.” You knew you were as he drove himself over your labia, smoothing his cock against your arousal back and forth.

A shaky moan fell from your throat and Harry grinned as he smeared his lips against your mouth.

He worked himself up and down, wetting the outside of his cock and his tip as he inched through your pussylips smoothly.

You loved his mouth. Loved how he kissed you. It was raw and felt like he gave a damn. Felt like he was enjoying your mouth just as much as you enjoyed his.

Finally, he pushed himself back and reached for his condom looking at you, “Do want anything else first? Or do just want my cock?”

You looked down at his hard dick with your arousal spread all over him and it was all you wanted.

“I want your cock,” your words were breathy as you looked up into his eyes.

“Yeah? A greedy little thing aren’t you?” Harry began to pull the condom over his shaft, pinching the tip as he dragged the rubber down as far as it would reach before settling himself back against your hips, pushing your thighs back slightly, “So desperate for it,” he nudged his cock down against your pussy and then slid it up to your clit teasingly, “Couldn’t wait to have me inside you. Insisted on it even,” he grinned as he tormented you with his wide girth slipping back and forth against your cunt.

You tilted your hips up and groaned, trying to get him to push inside but he continued his taunting movements, “Now, now… so impatient. I’ll give you what you want soon enough sweetheart. But today’s my birthday so I get to control the pace. Don’t want you getting all bossy with me.”

You moaned and slid your hands over his shoulders as you rolled your hips upward again, kissing his slit with your entrance but this time he placed a hand over your thigh and held you in place, “Is it that bad, Y/n?”

You nodded, “Please, Harry.”

“Mmm… love a well-mannered lady. You gonna be good for me?”

You sighed and you would have rolled your eyes if you weren’t so horny, so out of your mind desperate, “I’m gonna be good. Please.”

“Yeah? Cause once I slide inside of you there’s no turning back.”

You gripped his shoulders tight and groaned, “Please.”

The feel of his warm, heavy cock smeared against your clit was almost too much. In fact, you could probably come from that alone if given enough time.

“So sweet for me, Y/n,” Harry took the thigh he’d been holding down and brought your leg over his low back, smoothing his hand over your skin as he positioned himself at your entrance.

The moment you felt him pressing his bulbous head through your slick muscle you dropped your mouth open and moaned but then his mouth caught yours and the noises you were making became muffled as he moved his lips against your mouth.

You knew he was going to split you in half. The slow glide of his cock inside your warm walls was intense. Inch by inch he pushed in as his lips were wrapped around yours.

Holding onto his lats you lifted your hips against his as he slid back and then buried himself into the hilt. You gasped into his mouth at the ache of him nudging into your guts and then pulling back to his tip only to slide himself back in. Working you open slowly, he continued to drive into your cunt with gushy wet noises coming from your pussy as he stretched you open.

You appreciated him plunging in slowly and easing you into fitting around his cock properly. You liked the warmup but more than that, you needed him to destroy your pussy.

When he felt you bucking upward into him he parted his mouth from yours and sat back with his knees bent. You saw him watching the space where he was connected with your cunt as he continued rolling into you.

His abs were flexing as he steadied himself in and out. You gasped when he began to fuck into you a little faster, his cock sliding through your walls and bumping into all the slick bits on your insides.

A gurgled moan fell from your lips as he smacked his hips into yours. The patting of his balls against your ass came out in wet thuds. Your tits bounced with every long stroke into your tummy and he was panting as he let his eyes scan over your body and up to your pretty face.

“Taking me so well, Y/n. Making me leak into my condom already, pussy’s so good.”

You both moaned as he drove into you, his mattress under you giving way to the force of his thrusts.

“Feels so good, Harry…” you panted.

“Yeah?” He bucked inward and ground against you, swiveling his hips and you gasped at the deep press into your cervix.

His fingers were pinching into your thighs as he stuffed himself in and you gripped his forearms for leverage and lifted your neck to watch as his cock disappeared into your body over and over again.

His shaft was coated with your shiny arousal as he slid in and out, your pussy gripping around his skin perfectly.

Harry’s moans were growing louder as he continued fucking into you wetly, hips slamming against yours making his balls strike into your ass.

His thighs were flexing as he rocked against you while your body was shivering and feeling the bliss of getting an itch scratched that you’d been needing.

You felt his right hand release your thigh and then watched him press his thumb over your slippery clit.

You let out a pathetic cry of relief when he smoothed the pad of his digit in circles on your bud, “Yes! Oh god!”

Harry coughed out a moan as he watched your face twist up, “That feel good, Y/n?”

You focused your sight on his eyes and nodded, “Yes…”

The grin on his face could have been akin to something cocky but your brain was mush as you let him wreck you with deep strokes into your tummy, wet and sloppy, dripping arousal down your ass.

The springs in his mattress were bouncing in time with his thrusts and the wooden frame on his bed creaked when he jerked his hips forward into you.

“Just like that, huh? Pussy needed fucked, yeah?” Harry’s words were coming out tight and shaky. You could hear it in his voice how good it felt for him too.

He pressed down and moved his thumb deliciously over your puffy clit as his cock punched into your organs and tissue making you throw your head back and close your eyes arching your back upward.

Harry loved the sight; your sloppy wet pussy spreading apart for his cock as you arched your back like the sexy thing you were, soft tits swaying every time he buried himself in balls deep, lips parted, neck long and stretched out as you breathily moaned his name, “Hh… Harry…”

He could watch you like this all night. Stretches of skin covered in goosebumps as if you were cold, hard nipples at the center of your wobbly squeezable tits, soft tummy clenching, and wet pussy ruined and clenching around him.

The way he was smushing and circling his thumb over your clit had your head fuzzy and your heart racing. But then he leaned over you and pressed his other hand over your low tummy as he fucked into you, pushing against your insides and making the space he was invading with his cock feel tighter as he slid upward and nudged into your guts.

“Gahhh…” you let out a gasped moan when his hand pressed into your stomach.

“Does that feel good, Y/n?” Harry’s eyes were on yours as he drove himself into you.

You nodded and scrunched your brows upward when your insides began to twist with your pussy stretching around him indulgently.

Your legs began to quiver from the strain of your muscles as you felt your orgasm nearing. Everything he was doing to you set your body alight. You reached for his strong biceps and dug your fingers in tight gasping at the depth of him.

“Be good for me, honey… there you go,” he spoke through clenched teeth, holding back his release, “Right there, huh? Feels good like that?”

You whimpered with a nod as you pinned your eyes to his. The expression on his face was lusty and filled with need as he dipped into you, pasting his hips against yours now, only fucking inward, pressing solidly against your insides.

You cried out when you felt the small burst and snap of your orgasm and he quickly moved his hands from your tummy and clit, leaning his hips against yours before pressing his palms into the mattress on either side of your shoulders and angling his body so he could pound into you and fuck you through your orgasm. The way his pelvis smushed against your clit, hips grinding against you as he pulled back and then forced his way through your opening to bury himself deep inside sent you over the edge.

You clung to his shoulders as you spasmed around his fat cock, slipping deep inside of you with a wet squelch as he reared back to his tip before rutting into the hilt.

Your vision and hearing grew muted as you came so you couldn’t hear him clearly when he babbled off nonsense, “Shit! Squeezing the fuck out of me, honey! Oh my god, that feels good. So fucking hot. Gonna make me come so hard…”

Harry’s hips struck against you repeatedly until his balls constricted and tightened and then he was pumping into his condom, his muscles stiffening with his hips pressed into yours, mashing your body into the mattress underneath you.

He choked out a moan as his cock spurted his release, throbbing and twitching inside of you as you panted at how hard he’d come. The front of his thighs were pressed into the back of yours, holding you down with his hips as he drained every drop of his come into his condom.

Then it was silent. The sound of sex and moaning was quieted and the bed was no longer creaking and thumping.

Harry pressed his chest against your tits and you felt his plushy lips on yours again and you sighed against his mouth. Slowly your ears stopped ringing and you smoothed your hands up his strong back.

He pushed his face into your neck and his warm breath dampened your skin, “Happy fucking birthday to me,” he laughed.

You grinned with a tiny giggle and opened your eyes before running your fingers into his thick curls.

When he’d pushed himself up to look down at you, you couldn’t get over how adorably handsome your neighbor was. He was sexy as hell and yet so cute at the same time.

“You all right?” His raspy voice was quiet as he searched your face and brought a hand up to your temple, his thumb drawing over your skin.

The grin on your face should have told him as much as you nodded, “Very much all right.” You puffed out a laugh.

He laughed with you and smiled widely, dimples appearing in his cheeks, “Well, welcome to the neighborhood, Y/n.”

Raising a hand up to his jaw you nodded, a cheeky grin still stretched over your mouth, “And happy birthday to you, Harry.”

Part 2

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partybarty · 2 years

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I’m falling behind on sports right now.

I am failing sports.

#in part there are too many sports on #in part I am busy and don't have access to Kayo and I'm also depressed #but like here is a list of sports on at the moment that i am at least somewhat interested in #women's rugby union world cup #rugby league world cup #including the mens the womens and the wheelchair #constellation cup in netball #aflw #wwbl #the mens t20 world cup #tennis though to be fair I dont know when Alex or Ajla next tournament on #and then the sports world doesnt calm down because then the soccer world cup starts #the mens one #and the t20 world cup continues #and then it is test season #and then Australian Open #and I just want to watch all the sport but I need to sleep #i feel like I just forgot to list like 3 sports I had been thinking about #i mean Im always missing out on sport climbing #oh and I completely missed Australias deaf cricket team tour #too much sports and not enough hours in the day #i need to prioritise #sorry the blog has been dead #i have no new funny thoughts #also I'm mad there is a tennis tournament in San Diego when I used to live there and never went #also I should start watching liverpool even though soccer is boring

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bloodlust-1 · 3 months

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Hi. So I loved the story you made about Tav revealing she's a virgin to Astarion. You said we could send prompts so when you're back I would love a story about Tav's first time with Astarion under the stars 🌟🥰.

Love your stories

Thank you 🙏🏾

Okay - Fine! I'll totally give ya a part 2 ;* ! A few people actually requested this so it's about time ;p Since this is a virgin Tav, I wanted to be extremely delicate and detailed with Astarion's actions, while also still being sexy. This is some slowburned passionate smut!!

Lets get into iitttt. Hope you enjoy reading anon!

˚ ° A purity like yours ° ˚ part 2

Lovely photo by @astarionposting

Astarion x fem Tav — Explicit 18+

T/W: Smut!, virginity

Summary: Astarion fulfills his promise to make Tav's first time a beautiful and memorable experience, something he believes she deserves. When he surprises her, things get heated and her first time becomes a memory that'll forever burn into her head.

Notes: This is a part 2 to this story. You don't have to read part 1 to enjoy or understand the storyline, but it just hits different for the ones who did :* <3

The air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the sound of crickets chirping. Astarion had been planning this surprise for weeks and now it was finally time to show Tav. He took her hand and led her through the dark forest, carefully avoiding any fallen branches or rocks.

Tav held onto his hand tightly, and the anticipation was welling up inside her. What was it? She had no idea where Astarion was taking her, but she trusted him completely.

Finally, they reached a clearing in the forest and Astarion stopped, turning to face Tav with a soft smile on his face. "Close your eyes," he whispered, "I have a surprise for you."

Tav did as she was told, her heart racing with excitement. She felt Astarion take her hand once again and lead her a few steps forward before coming to a stop.

Tav felt the warmth of his palms on her shoulders. Then, the pressure of his lips pressing against her neck, "Okay, open your eyes."

Tav slowly opened her eyes and gasped in awe at the sight before her. They were standing in a beautiful pasture, surrounded by tall grass and wildflowers. But what took her breath away was the night sky above them. It was filled with countless stars, twinkling in the darkness.

"Astarion..." Tav spoke under her breath, her eyes wide with wonder. "I had no idea..."

And somehow, the moonlight captured Astarion so perfectly under its shine. A small wind blew softly threw his white curls.

Astarion chuckled at her reaction and helped her lie down on the soft grass. "I knew you would love it," he said, lying down beside her.

Tav couldn't take her eyes off the stars, they seemed to go on forever. "I never knew the night sky could be so beautiful," she whispered.

Astarion turned to look at her, his eyes shining with adoration. "Just like you," he said, a hint of awe in his voice. "Your beauty is just as infinite as the stars above us." He shyly averted his eyes back onto the sky.

Tav's eyes welled up with tears and she turned to look at Astarion with a scrunched smile. "Thank you for showing me this,"

Astarion wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "I am just glad you like it, my dear," he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Tav couldn't contain herself, wrapping her arms tightly around Astarion and bombarding his face with kisses. "You're the best," she said between giggles.

"And beautiful!" He exclaimed at her sarcastically, or did he really mean it?

Tav rolled her eyes and shook her head with a light heart.

They lay there for what felt like hours, just enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. Tav could feel Astarion's steady breath against her cheek, and it calmed her nerves.

Without warning, Astarion's hand slipped down to rest on Tav's hip. She stiffened slightly, not expecting the sudden touch. But before she could react, Astarion's hand moved lower, cupping her ass.

Tav's eyes widened in surprise, and before she could speak, Astarion let out a nervous apology under his breath. Tav could see the panic in his eyes, afraid he had crossed a line.

"No -" She felt herself get flustered, but Tav mustered up the courage to reach for Astarion's face, cupping his cheekbone.

"I-I actually...like it," Tav stammered, her eyelashes battered at him shyly.

Astarion's eyebrows raised in shock before a cocky smirk spread across his lips. "Oh, is that so?" he teased, his voice low and playful.

Tav nodded.

Astarion's fingers trailed up the back of her thighs, tickling her skin. Tav squirmed under his touch, feeling a sudden heat between her thighs.

Her breath hitched as Astarion groped her ass, his touch was surprisingly gentle and soft. Tav felt his breath become heavy and he leaned closer to her, his lips hovering just inches from hers.

"You're such a tease," she playfully scolded him, her voice laced with desire.

Astarion just chuckled, his fingers still teasingly caressing her skin. "But you like it," he whispered, his lips now grazing her ear.

Damn, he's right.

Tav liked the way he made her feel, and the way he touched her. With a sudden burst of confidence, she pulled him in for a passionate kiss, gently climbing on top of his body fully.

Astarion's hands gripped Tav's hips, softly tugging them against his groin. He huffed into the kiss, grinding her hips against him with each needy thrust.

Tav's hands slid up Astarion's chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his shirt. She moaned softly while he continued to grind against her, the lace of his shirt now completely undone and hanging loosely around his neck.

Astarion growled low in his throat, his lips moving from hers to trail kisses down her neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "If this is what you really want, my love - I can't wait to feel you."

Tav shivered at his words, her body aching with desire. "I want you," she replied, her hands running through his hair as she tugged him closer.

Astarion's hands traveled down her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist before sliding under her shirt. He lifted it over her head, revealing her bare skin to him. He helped her kick off her pants as well.

Astarion lifted her by the waist, pushing her to sit straight up on his lap as he laid, "I want to see you from this angle."

Tav looked down on him in her undergarments. This was the most naked she had ever been in front of him, and it made her shudder with anxiousness.

His eyes sparkled, trailing down from her collarbones, breasts, stomach, full thighs, and then the soft cloth of her panties. She was a work of art, a muse.

His hand snaked up her side, with a swift motion he unclipped her bra with one hand; allowing it to sink off her shoulders.

Tav turned her head timidly, hiding her face in as much of her hair as possible.

As her bra fell, her breasts were exposed to the cool air of the night, and Astarion was practically drooling.

"Pretty." Astarion hummed in approval. He reached out for her breast, cupping the soft skin into his palm.

Tav's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had never been touched like this before and she didn't know how to react. Astarion's hand continued to roam over her chest, his touch gentle and curious.

"Relax, my dear," he whispered, he took her nipple between his fingers. "I will be gentle."

He sat up, one breast in his palm, and his other hand wrapped around her waist.

Astarion's lips trailed down Tav's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. He gave her breast a gentle squeeze. Tav gasped at the sensation, her body responding to his touch despite her nerves.

He pulled her closer, his lips now on hers, and Tav melted into his embrace. Astarion's other hand joined in, caressing her other breast, and Tav couldn't hold back a loud moan.

"There it is. how does it feel?" His breath tickled her lips.

"More - please.." Tav shamelessly lowered her head, allowing her whimpers to flow out softly.

Astarion kissed her deeply, and her worries and doubts faded away. Tav gave in to the pleasure, letting Astarion take the lead and guide her through this new experience.

she was grateful to have him as her first. He was gentle and nurturing to her needs and wants.

Astarion continued to explore Tav’s body, hands hungrily stroking every curve, scar, and stretch mark he could dip his fingers on.

Studying her every move, expression, and whimper, Astarion pinned every spot that made her jaw drop and face burn red. He specifically loved the way her lower lip fell when she moaned.

He felt one thing that he had never felt before: In control. And all he wanted to do with it was please Tav.

He continued to kiss her, lacing his tongue with hers. The excitement started to whelm deep into his stomach and as a result, poking Tav’s inner thighs with a full erection.

Astarion became desperate, sloppily kissing her while their tongues twirled together. Their hold got tighten around each other and Astarion pulled away with a sharp breath for air.

“I wonder how you taste." His lips pulled into a smug look and it burned Tav's heart. He was so shameless and knew exactly what he wanted. Why wouldn't be honest with his love?

He pushed Tav's back onto the grass, hovering over her naked body.

Tav's heart raced, and Astarion looked down at her with dominating eyes. She couldn't believe she was here, at this moment, ready to give her virginity.

As he pulled his shirt off, Tav blatantly stared at his abs. But when he removed his pants, his erection building right up, Tav had a wave of nerves wash over her.

Astarion noticed the panic in her eyes and immediately stopped. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, his hand caressing her cheek.

"It's okay, my dear," he whispered, "I'll take care of you."

Tav's heart swelled at his words. She nodded, giving him a small smile. He would take care of her, surely.

His lips trailed down Tav's collarbones, making their way to her breasts. Tav's breath hitched, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it and sending shivers down her spine.

He then moved down her stomach, his lips leaving a trail of kisses and his hands caressing every inch of her skin. When he reached her thighs, Astarion couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

With a devilish glint in his eye, he spread her legs wide and took a deep breath, "Delicious," he murmured, before teasing her inner thighs with his kisses.

Tav squirmed under his touch, her skin tingling from the grazing of his fangs against her thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips, and a trail of hickeys littered her skin.

But it was nothing compared to the sensation when Astarion finally placed a single kiss on her core. Tav's back arched for more, her fingers gripping the blades of grass. A soft gasp left her lips.

"I think we should take this slow, my dear," Astarion whispered against her sex, "After all, it's your first time."

Again, his lips were on her folds, kissing them until his tongue dragged across her wetness. The slick of her core had a sweet tinge that only made him desperate for more.

The tip of his tongue fell onto Tav's clit. It burned in heat compared to his tongue and he slowly traced in all kinds of shapes. His red eyes glared up at Tav, studying which designs made her moan more, whimper, arch her back, and push her hips closer against his mouth.

And when he did find her spot, Tav's became a breathy mess. Cries and whimpers flowed out her mouth like lyrics to her favorite song. Her ankles quivered to each long stroke of Astarion's tongue.

Her stomach knotted deep within her and Tav hastily grabbed a handful of his curls.

"A-aahhh, Don't..S-Stop." She gritted her teeth and her face scrunched in an intense plea to his tongue.

His name cried off her lips.

With a devilish glint in his eyes, Astarion flicked his tongue and teased her most sensitive spot. Tav's moans grew louder and heavier.

It was like he became almost feral. He pushed his face closer to her core, his tongue working even more intensely against her clit. Tav felt a knot forming in her stomach. Tav's body tensed up as she neared her climax.

With one final flick of his tongue, Astarion brought Tav to her peak, her body released itself, and Tav let out a breathy cry. Astarion looked up at her, nodding in approval as he took in her flushed cheeks and ragged breaths.

Tav was left breathless and Astarion quickly covered her mouth with his, their tongues tangled needingly like a drug. Their tongues and teeth clashed together roughly. Their bodies practically hummed with a desire for more.

Finally, they pulled away, their chests rising and falling, both trying to catch their breath. "Wow..I...never felt that - before," Tav huffed, her eyes fell hazy.

Astarion gazed at Tav with a mischievous smirk on his face. "I could say the same, my love," he replied, before pulling her in for another heated kiss.

Tav moaned between the kiss, "I want to make you feel good too."

"Open your mouth," Astarion commanded as he fit himself perfectly between her legs.

Tav obeyed, and his slender fingers slipped into her mouth. She sucked on them eagerly, wetting them with her tongue. His eyes coldly pushed them deeper into her throat until she gagged.

"You're such a good pup," Astarion praised, his voice husky with desire. He used her saliva to lubricate his cock before placing it at the entrance of her core.

"Are you ready?" His red eyes pierced Tav's, and with teary eyes, she nodded yes.

With a slow and steady pace, Astarion pushed his hips forward, sliding himself into her. Tav clutched onto his arms and winced at the sharp pain, but Astarion's face faded somber at the sound of her cries.

"Shhh...There, there. Try to relax," he comforted her, giving her a moment to adjust to his length. Tav pulled him closer into a hug, tightly shutting her eyes into his nape.

Astarion gently rubbed the back of her head with his hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on her skin. Tears welled up in Tav's eyes, but she spoke to Astarion through the pain.

"I can feel you," Tav hummed in a soft voice, admiration.

His heart skipped a beat at her words. They were finally one, and it made him fall in love with her all over again.

Astarion rarely became nervous, but Tav's words shook him, "A-Alright, I'm going to go slow, my love..."

With each thrust of his hips, Astarion could feel Tav's grip tighten around him, and he let out a low grunt of pleasure against her neck. Tav's body responded eagerly to his, and soon they were moving in perfect rhythm together.

Tav's nails dug into Astarion's shoulder blades, dragging lines down his back until it rested on his hips. Tav forced his hips down with her palms closer to her groin.

Their bodies were slick with sweat as they moved against each other, and Tav's moans mingled with Astarion's grunts. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of them, lost in their lust.

Astarion grabbed Tav's thigh, forcibly pulling her leg up tighter into his cock. He pumped skillfully into her sex, closing his eyes as his body greedily melted to the sensation.

Fuck, Astarion's mind went blank. Sex was never for pleasure. Not in his world, but in this moment; there was something special about the way his spine shivered and his skin crawled.

Without a word, Astarion took hold of Tav's wrists and pinned them above her head, glaring down at her with carnal lust. Only a gasp left her lips.

"I'm going to take everything I want from you, my love, greedily and passionately."

Wasting no time, his hips rocked against Tav's, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Tav mewled a loud moan, the roughness of Astarion's thrusts almost bordering on pain. But it was a good kind of pain, one that sent shivers down her spine and made her toes curl.

"Astarion!" she cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. "Fuck...n-nghh!"

Astarion's own moans mixed with hers, his breath hot against her skin as he continued to drive into her with each thrust. Tav's walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, each moan and gasp pushed them closer and closer to the edge. Tav's mind clouded with nothing but the feeling of Astarion's cock inside her.

"Harder, Astarion," she begged, her voice rasped raw with need.

And he obliged, his movements becoming rougher and more urgent and they both approached their climax. Tav's moans turned into cries of ecstasy while her body trembled beneath Astarion's hold.

With one final thrust, Astarion let out a loud moan. His length twitched three times, filling Tav before collapsed on top of her. Their bodies were still entwined.

When he pulled out, a small sheen of blood covered his tip.

Astarion captured Tav's lips, and his eyes fluttered hazily. He then pulled Tav into a hug and they lay in each other's arms, panting and catching their breath. They may have started as strangers, but in that moment, they were truly one and it was a feeling that he never wanted to let go of.

"You're amazing," Astarion kissed Tav's forehead, "How do you feel?"

"I feel ruined - but in the best way possible." Her mouth hung open, still catching her breath.

Astarion clicked his tongue against his teeth, "Darling, you will be feeling deliciously sore in all the right places tomorrow."

"You really think so?" Tav's glossy eyes widened with a flush of red burning her cheeks.

Astarion was so right. The lingering ache would serve as a sweet memory of their passionate and unforgettable night together.

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pizzapizzadickz · 2 years

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#diary #personal #mn. i sent an email today like planned. how nice. honestly it took me 1h and 30 mins or so....#which honeslty isnt half bad for me. in the end i just clicked send bc if i didnt i would keep tweaking it for hours #which then turns into weeks and months.... and ive already put this off for basically 2-3 months now #honestly im just impressed i sent it at all in the end. i was hella stressed n shaking and i had to doodle to calm myself down lmao #im sorta spent now. im like kinda dreading having to send emails back n shit if i gotta.#i. dont know how long i can keep up the fake professionalism lmao #and i just know im gonna get all wrapped up in things.#its always funny tho bc distractions like this sorta help with my just. overall meltdowning.#haha. bc i go from wanting to cry to like. just researching how to fix *vaguely gestures* this all #and i find that sorta calming ig? idk. im rly tired now #i usually go to bed earlier than this. well. no i dont. but i got up at six so i should be asleep by now.#well either way i guess i did well enough for today. time to sleep. not like imma be getting an email back today #now begins the anxious wait for a message back. how fun. how often do you think ill check lmao. probably like every few hours #mn. i should unwind maybe but i wanna sleep. idk. either way im fucking off. bye bye yall (i say to no one in particular)#(maybe theres a cricket im saying by to? hes important yknow lmao - but hey. this is just rly my diary anyways. bc im too lazy to keep one)

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kaidabakugou · 6 months

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𖤐 OCTOBER 14TH | "PRIMORDIAL CHAOS" 𖤐

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌! 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

♱ — 𝐖𝐂: 6.7ᴋ

♱ — 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ᴀᴀᴀᴀ ʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀʟʟᴍᴇɴᴛ! ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇ! ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏꜱᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!!♡

𝕬 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖌𝖔,

𝖉𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕵𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖓.

The soft vibrations of crickets fill your ears when you reach the garden of the estate. The moon peering over the clouds illuminating your path as you descend the wooden stairs onto the stone walkway that leads towards the small bridge above the pond. The sound of the shishi-odoshi begins to tune out the rhythmic buzzing of the insects that surround the area the closer you get to it as you lean over the railing to look at the koi fish below, entranced by their bright colors and effortless motions before the soft pad of feet slowly approaching captures your attention.

One of the house maids ascends the bridge as she offers you the tea you requested upon your arrival, thanking her as you watch her retreat back into the estate, the yellow hair pin holding the strands from her face catching your eye before she disappears behind the wooden sliding doors. The smell of the warm matcha fills your senses as you bring the small cup towards your lips, feeling how it eases the ache in your muscles after returning from a long mission.

More and more cursed spirits had been terrorizing the nearby villages and in a desperate attempt of survival they called upon the neighboring towns for help, you being the eldest daughter of your clan you'd taken the initiative to gather some of the capable men and journey to the villages in need. Coming from a family of skilled sorcerers, your combat skills were unmatched, much to your father’s disdain who believed your focus should be to find an honorable man to be lawfully married to. The thought alone had your eyebrows creasing in discontent while you peered down at your cup, taking another sip of your tea to bury your thoughts in the back of your mind, a problem to be settled at a later time when you face your father after leaving on negative terms. Focusing on the warmth that filled your insides with each sip while letting the soft thudding of the bamboo against the rock along the flow of the water calm your mind.

Watching how the moon reflects against the green liquid before a small snowflake captures your attention, melting instantly into the warm tea followed by another and another as the first signs of snow begin to fall gently upon your skin. Closing your eyes to soak in their comforting touch, clearing your mind as you raise your cup again - but a scream echoes through the night. The loud shrill of a woman in the distance makes you turn towards the estate, frozen at the sudden silence before a loud crashing sound resonates through the whole area making the ground shake below your feet as you take off running into the building, grabbing the Tachi sword that was mounted on display at the main entrance when you sprint past it to the source of the commotion growing louder by the second.

Your breath gets caught in your throat when you reach the main garden, the once thick and fragrant cherry blossoms that adorned the entrance now destroyed as the flames consume it to the last branch, causing a cloud of smoke to devour its surroundings. A scream coming from within the estate makes you turn abruptly as you run back inside towards the source of the sound when you're met with the horrifying sight of numerous bodies of maids and cooks slaughtered and strewn around, mangled past recognition.

The loud crash of glass breaking has you pushing forward as you step over the bodies, their blood soaking up your feet while your hands clench around the hilt of your sword as you slowly remove it from its sheath. Rounding the corner towards one of the back rooms of the estate, you can hear the large thumps of something big moving around - something deadly with the amount of cursed energy that oozed through the area, it felt more and more suffocating with each step.

Just as you near one of the doors, you catch a glimpse of the intruder causing you to hide behind one of the columns in the hallway while you peek from the side into the room he's in. Only now noticing the trail of blood leading towards his position as the faint sound of wet crunching becomes more and more eminent - is he eating someone? You were no stranger to curses devouring humans, but this was something different. Something of this size, able to cause such calamity, was a monster. One that you needed to get rid of, and fast.

The sound of quick thudding pulls you from your thoughts as you peek around the edge again, a yellow hair pin catching your eyes, it was the maid from earlier. She stood frozen in the entryway where the monster was in, fearful of her life you begin to step out from behind the column to get her attention, but just as you do so, two extra limbs extend from his sides capturing her by the head as terrified screams rip from her. But they die down just as quickly when her skull caves in under the pressure of the clawed hands that crushed it with ease as her body hits the wooden floor with a sickening thud, a pool of blood forming right afterwards as the monster continues feasting on the body in front of him.

The bustling sound of multiple set of feet resonates through the back porch as the guards of the estate burst through the wooden doors causing the monster to ram through the wall of the room into the opening where the guards stood, allowing you to see the body of the person he was feasting on now discarded on the floor as it falls down into a pool of its own blood, its head rolling out onto the hall - it was your father’s. His face plastered with an expression that was unrecognizable to you, eyes wide and frightened, an emotion your father never showed in the life you knew him, always the hard and strong man that only wanted the best for his family despite your disagreements.

Your heart was racing in your chest, head throbbing as your hands curl around the hilt of your blade, looking over at the monster with seething anger where he's battling the guards, slashing them down with his claws one by one before he captures one in each arm. Taking the opportunity of all four of his limbs being occupied, you sprint over to the beast, dashing through the air for an added advantage against his towering figure, slashing his upper left arm swiftly before your feet slide along the bloodied floor as you take a defensive stance in front of him.

Now able to take him in completely you feel yourself falter slightly at the sight. Just like his arms, there are four eyes that stare you down as you both stand frozen in place. Black tattoos adorn his body with precise double bands on his wrist and biceps forming a circle and two segmented curves on his chest leading towards his partially open kimono revealing a mouth on his stomach.

The room falls silent, only the grunts and cries of the men struggling in his grasp echo through the space while you stare at each other. His expression unmoving as if still processing what just occurred, his arm bleeding out onto the wooden planks of the floor where it layed as it begins to slowly decay into ash while his shoulder gushes with blood. His eyes drifting to the tip of your blade as he watches his blood drip from the shiny steel flashing before him. Face suddenly crackling into a violent grin allowing you to see his sharpened teeth, gory and bloodied causing you to strengthen your stance when his eyes meet yours with a sinister glint.

The men in his grasp now mangled like the rest as he crushes them in his palms, bones breaking followed by the revolting squelch of their organs scattering onto the floor as he holds the remains in his palms, bringing them towards the mouth in his stomach as it opens wide. A long tongue lolling out between rows of sharp teeth stained with corpus as it quickly devours the fresh flesh before making a scene of licking the muscles around it as if cleaning its lips. Using it to regenerate as a new arm bursts through his shoulder, replacing the one you'd slashed as all four of them flex at his sides followed by a loud boisterous laugh.

“It's been a while since someone has given me a good fight”, his voice is smooth and rich yet booming, you can feel it vibrate against your chest when he speaks and it makes you swallow thickly while you hold firmly onto your sword.

“Do your best not to disappoint me”, he mocks. And with that he's moving, fast and overpowering allowing you only enough time to barely dodge him as you step to the side before one of his large arms could catch you, unable to avoid his sharp claws as they scratch against your thigh tearing through the fabric and breaking the skin just as you find enough balance to swing your blade across his back, barely injuring him as the wound quickly seals back up.

Facing each other again as he launches for you with an even bigger grin on his face as you manage to slide down between his legs before quickly slicing through his lower right arm and rotating the blade as you strike his back once more, this time with more force as it slices from his shoulder across to his hip, feeling the resistance of bones against the metal making you plant your feet firmly on the ground, urging the blade forward until its out the other end. Blood spraying in the wake of your attack as it stains your skin, drenching your clothes before joining the mess on the floor while you hold the blade at your side, confident that such a fatal blow would subdue the beast enough to bring him to his knees and administer the final blow.

Instead, he laughs.

Laughs and laughs and laughs as more blood gushes from his wounds and before you can register it, you're sent flying into the air so far back that your body crashes through the sliding doors of the garden before colliding with the wooden gate past the pond that divided the estate from the forest. Launching himself through the air right after as he falls above you, ground shaking from the force as snow and dirt scatter in his wake, shoving you down deeper into the ground as he presses himself against you roughly while the blood from his wounds drips onto you, bathing you in it as you notice where your blade pierced all the way through the front of his chest and down to his stomach where the mouth has ripped apart.

Maniacal grin on his face as he leans down onto yours, the rotten stench of blood filling your senses before his tongue swipes against your cheek to lap at the blood on your skin, wet and violating as he hums in delight at the taste. You struggle against his figure but the sharp sting of claws digging into your sides holding you down force you to stay still as he leans over to lick from your neck towards your other cheek before drifting upwards into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent as he hums again, this time followed by another laugh.

“Oh, you certainly did not disappoint”, he laughs whilst leaning down to press a kiss to your bloodied cheek before sucking the skin in between his teeth, harshly releasing your delicate skin to lean down onto your neck and unashamedly take another inhale, raptured by the sound of your heart almost beating out of your chest against his ear and he can’t help the way his fingers twitch at the excitement building within.

“You…”, lifting a clawed finger unto your face to brush away the stray hairs that cling to your skin while he circles his large hand around your head, settling on your nape as he holds you tightly in his grasp, allowing you to fully see his face as your eyes dart along the tattoos decorating his skin, matching the ones on his body before settling onto the second face melding into his own where his eyes rest one atop the other. “...will make a wonderful hunt”, he adds as his tongue slides across his lips, like a predator savoring his prey before digging into them.

The fear in your eyes only fuels him further as he laughs while lifting himself up to his full height, bringing you up with him with your feet dangling in the air before shoving you back onto the cold snow as you struggle to catch your footing before taking off towards the woods, the wet sound of flesh melding together and bones reconstructing themselves getting tuned out by the heavy snow that darts through the wind as you disappear past the tall trees and into the dark forest with only the moon to illuminate your path.

The Tachi is long forgotten in the snow as you push yourself to run despite the ache on your body, every muscle screaming at you to run faster knowing that the second you stop, it will be all over. The cold air entering your lungs felt like it was piercing your insides as you sprint between the dark looming trees, cursing to yourself when your clothes get caught on unexpected branches, tearing the fabric and scratching at your skin while you focus on staying on your feet when the cold from the snow starts nipping at your skin making it almost numb.

But the further you venture into the forest, the eerier it got. No longer able to hear the faint buzzing of crickets, no owls hooting into the night on the crowns of trees, no foxes coming out of their dens in search of their prey before it gets too cold to hunt. Nothing. Only the whistling of the piercing snow squall around you, causing you to slow down as you lean against the nearest trunk. Dread settling into your gut as you stand frozen in place with your ear pricked for any odd sounds, the tension suffocating you while your head darts in every direction where you are barely able to see anything a few feet away from you.

The sound of a distant twig snapping causes a nauseating pit to form in your stomach as your eyes dart around the area, desperately trying to find the source of the sound as fear settles deeper and deeper into your bones. Screaming at you to run knowing you were unarmed and your cursed techniques were no match for this beast even if you tried. He would devour you before you even tried.

Snap.

The sound of another twig snapping sends a sharp chill up your spine as the air gets caught in your throat. The sound came from above you.

Your blood runs cold as you shakily push your head to look upwards. Your knees threatening to give out under you when your eyes are met with four glowing red eyes stalking down at you through the fog followed by the deadly glint of sharp canines flashing down at you. Like a spider creeping up on its prey when it gets caught in its web.

You push yourself from the tree trunk, scurrying on your feet as you try to get away from the terrible fate that awaits you. But a sharp pain erupting from your side has you wailing in agony as you get thrown off balance, tumbling into the freezing snow as you roll through the clearing of trees before your back gets pressed into the ground once more. Every inch of your body aching as you scream and thrash against the heavy weight pushing against your body. The sounds of sinister laughter filling your ears again as it echoes through the dark forest, causing tears to cling to your lashes before they spill past your cheeks.

“Shhh don't cry”, he coos as the wet warmth of his tongue hits your cold skin when he licks the tears from your face.

“You did so good”, another lick against your neck has you wriggling in his grasp.

“As a matter of fact, you did so well that I think you deserve a reward.” The booming sound of laughter vibrates every nerve in your body as it clashes with your screams when his claws rip away the last layer of clothing protecting you from these harsh conditions. Banging your fist against his chest in a final futile attempt to get him off of you before two of his arms trap yours underneath them as he drags them through the snow to rest above you and hold you down with only one hand as the other lowers to your face, sharp nails brushing the hairs out of your face gently as you try to jerk away from his touch. Suddenly gripping your throat tightly as he forces you still, crimson red eyes searing into your glossy ones in a silent threat to calm you down.

I like it when they put up a fight…”, he begins before his face falls into a scowl. “...but don't think I won't kill you before having my way with you and leave you here for the wolves to finish.”

You force a gulp down your throat where his large hand is pressed, constricting the airflow as you feel yourself starting to get light headed from the pressure. Noticing how his eyes trail down your body, fully exposed to him as you watch how both of his mouths lick their lips simultaneously, savoring the view as he openly devours you with his gaze.

The tongue on his stomach extends unnaturally long until it falls flat against your abdomen - wet and heavy as it wriggles carelessly against your skin. Dripping inhuman amounts of spit as it coats you in a warm and sticky layer of saliva while the tip stretches towards your exposed chest, your nipples already erect under the cold touch of the snow as his tongue circles the buds all while he watches you from above. Head tilted to the side with a pleased grin while fixated on the way your skin feels against his large tongue, occasional humming vibrating in his throat each time the limbs holding your figure rake their sharp nails along your skin causing shiver after shiver to flow through your flesh.

Laughing when his eyes trail up to your face, noticing how you try your best to contain the sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape you the more the large wet muscle drags against you, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your voice. An unapproving scowl forms on his features as he lowers himself to hover above you, caging you beneath his monstrous figure before you feel his tongue slowly descend from your chest, past your abdomen and onto your exposed cunt causing your legs to twitch in an attempt to close them but his lower arms hold you open as his hands grip around your ankles. Caressing them slowly and teasingly while occasionally adding pressure in what almost felt like a possessive act, unable to contain the urge to mark your skin as his own as each jerk left a new scratch against your skin causing more blood to flow from your wounds.

Meeting his gaze as his grin grows large at the glare on your face, noticing how you're struggling to maintain it with each swipe of his tongue through your folds and he can't help but to be more amused at the fighting spirit within you. His canines aching with the need to taste you when the thought of breaking such strong resolve flows through his head as he lowers himself to sniff along your face like an animal before leaning down against your neck, the hot touch of his breath against your skin has you closing your eyes as you try to relish in the small warmth that it gives you in contrast to the freezing cold that surrounds you.

But a sharp sting makes you jerk against his frame. A scorching shiver flowing through your body at an overwhelming pace engulfs you completely when he buries his teeth to your side - deep enough to graze bone as you dig your nails into the palm that holds you prisoner, unable to contain your sounds any longer as mewls escape past your lips. Blood upon the snow as red begins to spill from the wound and into his mouth, drinking it greedily while you feel it pool beneath you. Smiling against your skin when he hears the sweet sounds of your voice as he drinks from you more brutally before tearing his maw away. Dripping in red as he tilts his head back, gulping it down followed by a delighted grunt rumbling deep in his chest while his eyes close in thought as if drowning the rest of his senses to only focus on the savory taste of your blood against his tongue and feel how the warm liquid travels down his throat to settle into his stomach.

The tongue on his stomach lapping at your pussy with newfound enthusiasm as if it too could feel the taste of your blood against it and you can't help arousal that starts to gather on your entrance, mixing with the slobbers that hung and dripped in frothy ropes from its mouth as the wet sounds became more and more loud.

Enough to pull the monster above you from his blissed trance as he peers down to your core, tongue lolling out to swipe along his fangs while his eyes slowly trail up your body to meet your gaze again before his features contour into a delighted yet crazed smile that made his eyes glow sinisterly causing you to gulp down the drool collecting in your mouth as you watch him slowly inch closer as he lowers himself onto your face again. Inhaling deeply before swiping his tongue along his lips, cleaning the blood that remained there.

“You might just be…”, he lowers his lips onto your cheek again to gently suck on it while his sharp teeth ghost along your skin and lean back until it slips from his mouth before leaning back down to rub his cheek against yours.

“... Different from the others.” The smooth skin of his face feels almost gentle against you as if providing a false sense of security only to feel the sickening stinging of his fangs sinking into the already broken flesh of your neck once more as a scream rips from your throat.

Sucking on it messily before pulling back as he holds the thick liquid in his mouth while trailing down your body. The tongue from his stomach ceasing its rapid licks as it retreats back into its mouth causing it to reveal the two erect cocks that stood bulging against what remained of his kimono. One of his large hands rises to unfasten it, fully revealing their lengths to you, long and veiny with oozing tips ready to sink inside your heat.

Kindle eyes meeting your widened ones as you watch him unhinge his jaw over them as blood starts to flow from his mouth and onto his cocks - your blood. Warm and sticky with the mixture of drool as it drips along his lengths and onto your messy skin until the last drop of blood flows from his mouth before lowering himself onto you. Dragging them along the length of your pussy with a loud squelch as he teased you with them while still staring deep into you, soaking in the way your expression falters with each jolt of pleasure that sends through your body each time the thick creamy tips of his cocks catch your clit, swollen with need as it grows more and more sensitive with each swipe.

A low laugh rumbling in his chest when he feels your thighs begin to shake against his frame, the hands that were gripping your ankles now dragging their sharp claws along your calves, circling your thighs before resting on your hips where they carelessly dig into your meaty flesh to hold you in place while his large frame spreads your legs wider when he presses against you more.

Lowering himself to cage you beneath him again while his free limb reaches down between your bodies, gripping his lower cock before aligning himself with you while the other rests atop your clit. Causing you to tip your head back, pressing your skull against the snow when the protruding head enters your pussy sending a burning rush through your body as it stretches you open for him the deeper he sinks into you before slowly leaning back to thrust forward again. Not giving you enough time to adapt to his size as he gradually increases his pace.

Booming laughter followed by a guttural grunt echoes through the vacant forest for only the moon to hear as she peers down at you through the snowy clouds, the only one to bear witness as you descend deeper into the overwhelming mixture of pleasure, anger and fear as the very beast that butchered your family has his way with you. Unable to contain your cries and moans as they flow freely from you the more he pounds into you, the cock resting above you rubbing quickly against your clit while drips and spurts of creamy white splatter onto the hairs above your heat.

His free hand rubs along the base of the cock thrusting in and out of you as he collects some of the messy mixture that rings around it with his fingers before guiding them up towards your mouth, pressing your lips closed in a show of defiance as the sharp pointed tip of his claws pricks at the delicate skin of your bottom lip, breaking the skin causing a small bead of blood to trickle down your chin.

He lowers himself with a deep grumble, amused at your will to still fight against him despite your current predicament as he presses his lips to your other cheek, rubbing them against your skin down to your ear where he sucks the lobe into his mouth before puncturing it with his fangs enhancing the deep roar of his voice that makes your senses shake from the intensity.

“OPEN.”

Your resolve dissipates from the overwhelming power that vibrates with his words as you open your mouth to him while his digits slip inside with ease, pressing down against your tongue as the coppery taste of your blood immediately overpowers before the array of different flavors follows suit. The sharp salty yet burning taste of his arousal contrasting the velvety sweet taste of your own, the viscous and fleshy taste of umami from his saliva, the vile and rotting taste of the gore still clinging underneath his claws from the previous carnage. All of it hits you in a flash as it drowns your senses when he sinks his long fingers deeper into your throat causing drool to pool at your mouth when you gag around them. Watching you with a gratified look before sliding his fingers back until just the tips are hooked to your bottom teeth, the point of his claws poking at your tongue forcing your mouth agape.

“There you go”, he coos. “Taking me like the obedient whore you are”, eyebrows frowning in anger when the degrading name reaches your ears as you meet his gaze in discontent to which he only laughs followed by a sharp thrust of his hips that causes you a shiver to travel along your spine as he buries his cock in your wet heat all the way down to the base before the arm that was holding yours above your head releases you.

Brushing through your hair to grip at your scalp, keeping your head still to look up at him while he peers down at you whilst you drag your arms down through the snow before reaching up to cling against his large frame. Your muscles feel slightly numb from the pressure of his strength when they flex to dig your own nails into his flesh, the faint sting feeling almost comical as a breathy laugh blows from him, its warmth hitting your skin as it makes your eyelashes flutter from the proximity.

“I think you're just about ready to take me whole, don't you?”, tilting his head to the side as his eyes fixate on the way drool collects at the corners of your mouth while he holds it open.

An obstructed “what?” begins to vibrate in your throat but it's quickly interrupted by the thick weight of his spit hitting the back of your tongue as you struggle to swallow with the digits that still pry your mouth open. The same digits that quickly slide along your bottom lip to circle around your cheeks, his palm pressing into your chin and before you can register it, his lips are on yours. Hard and demanding paired with the smooth yet imposing feel of his tongue swiping along your teeth before pressing it against yours, pushing his spit deeper into your mouth as it mixes with your own until you no longer can resist the urge to swallow - oddly hot and impossibly sticky as it struggles down your throat while the wet muscle slithers out of your mouth with a satisfied hum, leaving thick and stringy threads of saliva connected between you before it curls back into his own allowing you to take sharp gulps of cold air again.

Another confused protest builds in your chest but that gusting laughter of his quiets your voice as he quickly removes his cock from you, sharp canines only flashing brighter when he feels your pussy constrict around him trying to pull him back inside before it slides out with a slick pop as bloody strands of arousal stretch between your bodies.

The feel of sharp claws digging into your hips sends a burning sting across your skin before your no longer peering up at the moon, flipped over as you knees dig into the icy snow followed by your elbows when he presses his weight against your back, his warm skin against your cold flesh as one of his arms travels from your hips and along your torso curling around your neck to pull you back and press you further into him. Feeling how one of his cocks twitches against the dip of your spine while the other rubs hard between your thighs as it leaks onto the snowy ground.

Another set of claws trickles down the center of your spine, slow and calculated until it curls around your rear to grasp at it with more vigor, giving it a firm shake before reaching down to rub against your cunt as he collects the mess that drips from your pussy onto his palm whilst he drags his digits through your folds - slick and swollen from only taking one of his cocks as his touch has your eyes rolling into your skull. Feeling how he rubs his palm up towards your puckered hole to coat it with your release and blood before pressing his thumb around the rim, using the messy slick as lubricant to stretch your rear open as his thick digit breaks through the first ring of muscle making you fist the snow below with a groan at the initial sting.

A content hum vibrates from deep in his chest against your back as his thumb pushes deeper into you until its fully nestled inside before removing it slowly to introduce another finger, gradually spreading your hole open until you're able to take four of his long digits with ease as the squelch of his fingers toying with your insides causes your thighs to quiver while he nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck, smiling against your skin when he feels you tremble beneath him.

Removing his digits as webs of slick stretch between his fingers when he reaches for his cock, guiding it from your lower spine to align with your gaped hole before slowly thrusting inside, the thick head sliding in with ease after being stretched and you can't contain the moans that spill from your lips when the cock resting between your thighs simultaneously presses against your clit sending jolts of pleasure through your body with each jerk. Gradually shoving more and more of his length while his nose hovers above the wound on your neck, oozing fresh blood as he takes a deep inhale before you feel the hot touch of his tongue lapping at the crimson liquid. Slowly licking around the surface where his fangs pierced the skin as he brings his lips down to the opening, encouraging more blood to spill into his mouth while the sound of his gulps echoes through your ears.

The hand that was spreading you open suddenly curls around your front as his lips detach from your skin whilst you feel the digits around your neck twitch against your skin, holding you in place as you watch him spit the viscous mixture of saliva and blood into his hand before it disappears from your sight. A jolt erupts from your body when you feel it press against your cunt, rubbing the slimy liquid through your pussy as his digits spread you open while sharp claws ghost along your sensitive skin with each motion causing something to twist in your gut.

Reaching for the cock between your legs as the one in your rear eases its pace, coating it with the remaining slick in his hand as he gives it a few pumps before you feel the large tip rub against you, throbbing with each swipe as wet noises fill your ears again the more it collects the mixture of bloody spit along with the arousal dripping from your pussy onto the thick head of his cock as it presses into your entrance making you squirm against his grasp when it pushes into you. Already feeling impossibly full with the cock buried deep in your ass, but the feel of claws threatening to rip through the skin of your hips forces you still as they hold you in place whilst the hand around your throat twitches again as his tongue returns to the wound above your shoulder.

The overwhelming feel of everything at once causes your jaw to slack against his touch as moans continue to spill past your lips the more his length sinks deeper into you. Spreading your pussy open on him as the cock in your rear throbs against your tight insides, moving in par with the other. You feel your breathing become more labored as you lift one of your hands from the snow to clutch onto the one around your throat, his skin feeling hot in your touch as your ears pricked at the sound of low rumbles erupting from deep within his chest when his cocks nestled fully inside your warmth, the vibration spreading across your skin where your back met his chest as his nose trailed up to your hair. Inhaling your scent before slowly pulling his hips back, the thick veins on his lengths rubbing through the velvety walls of your core making you gasp at the sensation until only the tips remain inside as all 20 of his fingers press deeper into your skin when he thrusts his hips forward again with a loud wet squelch that clashes with the purring emitting from his chest whilst your entire body flushes hot in contrast to the cold that surrounds you.

Tears welled in your eyes the more he quickened his thrusts, driven savage as he splits you open on his lengths whilst your blood eases his vicious pace against you. Stuffed beyond limits whilst the sweet sound of your moans only fuels him further as he feels himself get closer to his release. Teeth aching with the need to bury themself deep in your flesh as he sinks them into the side of your neck that remained untouched, now bloodied and ripped as your skin gives away under the force of his hungry maw. Gore spilling into his throat as his purring becomes wet with your blood as a groan builds in his throat when he feels you gush against his cocks, withdrawing from your neck to peer down between your bodies - crimson stained grin spreading wildly at the sight as he fixates on the way your holes stretch around his lengths leaving a thick creamy ring of arousal at the base that he can't resist to taste as the tongue on his abdomen extends to lap at the mixture.

A content groan resonating through the loud vibrations of his chest as he lowers himself to press against your back again, the fingers at your throat flexing on your skin as he tilts your head back to look at him. Admiring the sight of you covered in the mixture of his blood and yours whilst you cry out in pleasure and pain with each powerful thrust of his hips - something snaps within him. Something he thought was long past buried and forgotten as he feels it stir deep inside of him. Something primal and carnal that has the pace of his hips faltering when he meets your gaze. Eyes that were previously filled with ravenous rage, now drowned in exhilarating pleasure - yet a hint of defiance remains, staring directly back into his own when no other would've even dared to allow the thought to enter their minds.

And the action has him erupting in a maniacal laugh that makes the snow clinging to the branches of the trees that surround you come crashing down, but he pays no mind to it as he regains the strength of his thrusts, fucking you open anew until his cocks are swelling up inside your heat before a final jerk buries his lengths deep in your warmth. Rope after rope of thick cum filling your insides as a searing heat spreads through your core, making your holes tighten around him causing the both of you to curl into each other at the overwhelming sensations that are running rampant through your bodies.

Lapping at the blood dripping from your neck in slow, unhurried licks while he soaks in the feel of your pussy pulsing around him, greedily milking him till the last drop and he can't help but smile against your mangled skin before lifting himself to lean back as his lower arms reach for your cheeks, spreading your rear as he slowly starts to withdraw from your body. Creamy ribbons of cum already seeping through the sides of your tight holes whilst you whimper at the feeling when it drips down your thighs into the snow below. His cocks popping out of you with a loud squelch and his eyes glow at the way your asshole gapes from the imprint his size left on your along with the steady flow that gushes from your pussy and he resists the urge to plug you up again and keep you full and bred for him.

Instead you feel claws travel up your sides before they curl around you, now facing him as he stands at full height with you in his arms as your exposed cunt drips onto his abdomen for his tongue to lap and the mess. Feeling a sudden warmth at your back as he shields you from the snowfall with his kimono whilst he begins to walk further into the looming forest.

“I think I'll keep you for a little longer.” He whispers against your cheek, lapping at the blood staining your skin before wrapping his palm around your chin, claws digging into you as he forces you to look at him. Searing crimson staring deep into your blissed ones before breaking into a malevolent grin as you feel his digits dig deeper into your flesh, threatening to split you apart at the thrill building within from all the thoughts running through his head. For he's never had a prey quite like yourself.

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TW:DUBCON? DARK!OLIVER(it's literally him though so idk)slight reader x felix, but also oliver pinning over felix because no ones mentioning that??? ed mention reader and Oliver lowkey hate each other I guess. ( eventual smut) minors dni or ill sleep with your dad requests are open !!

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He’s alluring,he pulls you apart with his teeth, sucking out your blood,he's messy. Loud and brash, but sometimes he's just Oliver, who's begging to pick you apart and get under your skin.

You sit. Still, stoic and smoking, Oliver can't read your face. He hates it. Flattery doesn't get you. You're not jealous or insecure, your love falls as far as a piece of string for the love of your friends and the only addiction you face is nicotine. Easily overcome-able, because you only really smoke outside his window at night.

He really hates it, hes half naked and the moonlight reflects of the lake onto the bare chest of his body, your on the steps, large striped blue shirt and a pair of matching shorts, white socks just grazing the height of your calf, the big thick brown reading glasses that fall to the tip of your nose and you take another cancerous puff off your cigarette. He watches your lips part, the glossy shine catching the light of orange embers. You gaze up at him, through thick lashes, he hides into the shadows, but your eyes still find him. The curtains close.

He needs to get rid of you, he swears he will.

You sit under the scorching embrace of the summer sun, finding solace by the poolside in the English heat, Clad in a short white sundress shielding your eyes with oversized sunglasses, you turn the page of your book,spine bent into itself. Oliver collapses into a chair next to you, grinning lopsidedly.

“What are you reading?

“Perfume”

“Enchanting, has he started killing people yet?”

“No” you answer monatonly.

“Oh” his eyes examine you, a lingering curiosity.

You stand quickly, chucking your book into the chair. Hands reaching at the see through dress, you reveal a red gingham swimsuit. Your head cocks to the side, eyes bearing into his, you don't smile, there's a pause, your eyes squint at him wandering up and down his body, and you walk backwards before turning and diving into the pool. You don't come up for a minute and Oliver begins to think you've started to drown after seconds go by.

Venetia smiles against her cigarette in the lounge chair, she's reading vogue, eyes grazing against the small fragile bodies of the models.

“She does that, she'll come up in a minute, she's not dead.”

“She's very blunt, is she always like that?”

“She tells it straight,” Venetia says.

Oliver stares at the pool, bubbles erupting out the water as you come up. You push your hair out the way of your eyes and glance up at him, black mascara running down your face.

You think he's so small.

You sit on the weather stone steps, wrapped up in a silk nightgown and loose pink cardigan that slumps over your shoulder, red lipped. The crickets chirped rhythmically against the summer buzzing. There's a quiet anticipation in the air, a thickening tension. Your eyes linger on the window of his. A hand comes to view in the light, curtain being pulled closed Oliver waits for a moment, until a soft whisper slips through the opened window, and a giggle. And it's evident that you're not alone anymore. As two pairs of footsteps clatter against the stone steps.

“Why don't you like him?” It's Felix’ voice, soft and calming, interrupting the night's silence.

“i think he's obsessive, he's obsessed with you” you respond

Felix laughs as Oliver pauses to shift the curtains, taking a peep at the pair under his window. He thinks you've pushed yourself against the wall, your leg peeking out from the silk gown, he hears a lighter and smells the cigarette you've lit. Felix is pushed against your body, he's not sure what part of your body is really you.

“No he’s not”

You twist your body around, leaning against the steps.

“You always chose the weird ones, who was the last one, Sam?”

“Eddie”

“Oh! Eddie, i remember when he got so drunk he puked all over that painting in the red room and your mum made him pay to get it cleaned after him and well you know”

“So gross, he used to steal your cigarette butts with the lipstick stained on them. The housekeeper found them littered under his bed for weeks after he left.”

“Always the weird ones, little freaks.” you whisper, and then you chuckle and he swears it's the first time he's seen you really smile. It's almost angelic when you breathe in your cigarette. The smoke surrounds your face before it disperses.

Felix grins, and suddenly he's pulling you in for a kiss, arms wrapping around your waist, but you push him away.

“Not tonight felix, girls night with Venetia, told her i wouldnt fuck you anymore as-well, i really promised this time”

“You always say that” Felix grins, arms pulling you in for a hug as he turns his back on Oliver's window. Your eyes gaze up at him,the light catching on his blue eyes as you quickly pull apart from felix.

“Are you sure he's asleep?” you question.

“Yeah,why?”

“Something just moved” you point at the movement of the curtains as Oliver shifts backwards keeping his ear close to the window.

You don't see Felix for another couple of nights, you don't wait outside Oliver's window.

Farleighs gone.

And then,

suddenly.

Felix Catton is dead.

And the only person who's kept some semblance of sanity at Saltburn is Oliver, who everyone clings onto. He's the gift who keeps giving.

A day before the funeral, you wait outside Oliver's window again, you're wearing Felix's blue Ralph Lauren jumper, arms way too big for your own as the sleeves fall off your fingers, they slip back down after you pull them up your arms and you eventually give up, your face is wet, the scent of felix lingers.

Oliver pulls on a blue shirt, stepping into trainers before making his way down.

He joins you for the first time, there's three cigarettes laid out on the stone steps and a white lighter is clutched into your hands.

“There's one for you Oliver” you don't turn around to face him, but he can feel the grimace, through your face.

“We’ve never really spoken have we?” Oliver questions.

“I dont think ive ever liked you, that's why.”

“So why now?” he mirrors the way you're sitting.

“Because of Felix '' you whimper, you catch your face in your hands, sniffling you bring your face up to meet him. Eyes finally meeting without anything between them.

“I loved him, I think, I think I loved him and i'll never get to tell him that” you splutter.

“Everyone did”

You squint at him “But not like you did, right?”

“Sorry?” Oliver looks confused, eyebrows raised.

You grin at him, eyes not smiling back, wiping the tears from your wet hot cheeks, you puff your chest out.

“I saw the way you looked at him, you were obsessed, Are you gay Oliver? No? heard you slept with Farleigh, and nearly Venetia.” you chuckle “it's just so sad, your just so sad”

You pout at him. His eyes change, they look through you instead of at you.

“You're not really shy are you? I thought you were so insipid at first, like a poor child, I almost felt sorry for you, gosh I was so stupid” your head cocks to the side and Oliver's eyes darken.

“But my oh’ my, you so confident arent you, I mean come on, I saw the way Venetia reacted after that night and-” you ponder, “ Well, she actually ate that day , didn't she?it's not like you begged her to either, and now she cant stand you, Felix! well? he’ll hate you forever.” you nod at him, it's almost sincere.

“You play games really well, Oliver, but not me. Never me. Because as much as you pushed I just didn't budge. Couldn't Flatter me Couldnt fuck me.”

You smile at him, your teeth drag your lips into your mouth and they make a popping sound as they return. You blink at him.

“Couldnt fuck him either though could you?” you snicker at him.

Olivers quiet, he doesn't blink, a silhouette of stillness. He thinks. It's calculated.

You go into pat his face before standing but you're stilled, a fierce grip bruises your arm. You stare into his eyes through your lashes.

“You dont scare me” your wrist is still enveloped in his hand.

“No, I do something worse, don't i?” he pulls your arm down trapping you into the stone steps, you wiggle against his grip. He approaches your face.

“I do, don't i? And you hate it, hate the way i make you feel”

You shake your head at him, “your-such-a-freak” your voice drips with venom and olivers lips pursed together, his teeth are grinding, and his grip isnt letting up as it tightens, your wrist is pulsing, its white hot pain that thumps against your chest and you want to scream at him but you can't, your eyes widen and he's pulling you in for a kiss his hand against your head, your eyes don't close, you hand shoves hard against his chest, once and then twice and when he finally pulls away, your face is red with anger.

“You fucking twat” you spit at him.

"You think you can control everything, don't you?" you seethe, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I hope you rot "

Oliver's smirk widens into a malevolent grin. "Hope all you want, baby ,you'll come crawling to me in the end”

You spin on your heel, not looking back as you return to your bedroom. The door slamming shut behind you, you collapse on to your bed, the smell of felix still present on his knit jumper. Thighs rubbing together, you taste the bitter aftermath of Oliver on your tongue, something stirs in your stomach,unshakeable it's dark and brewing inside you.

Felix’s absence is heavy in the air but Oliver begins to loom over you.

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