Ummm if youâd feel like writing it, I would go absolutely fucking feral for some Jackson Rippner content by you!! Maybe him revealing heâs been stalking reader or something of the like?? Honestly just whatever wanna write! It would be amazing either way
oh ugh I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to revisit this lil monster!!
warnings: con turned noncon, degradation, skanky club sex, jackson being creepy as hell
"I swear I never do this," you blurted out alongside a giggle as he pulled you into the mostly-empty coat closet, pressing you up against the wall before the door was even shut.
"Me either," he replied as he started to pull up the bottom of your dress, but you couldn't know if that was true-- it didn't really matter now, did it?
You bit your lip as he groped your ass, strong fingers pulling your panties down to your thighs; you arched your back, hardly believing this was happening but insanely turned on that it was.
"God, you need it so bad," he noticed with a little laugh, and you whimpered from being called out like that. But you sighed with relief as you heard him quickly opening his belt and pants.
You gasped when you felt him press right up to your, his thick head sliding between your folds. "F-fuck, a condom," you reminded him, and he laughed a little.
"No time," he replied before sliding in, and you would've protested if you weren't too busy moaning from the stretch. "Shit, baby, you're soaked."
"O-oh, fuck," you purred as he slid all the way to the hilt, your eyes rolling back from how deep he was. You got pretty lucky that the handsome stranger you'd been flirting and dancing with tonight had such a perfect cock. And yes, you were plenty wet-- he'd been turning you on just with the way he danced with you, little teasing touches and his body pressed to yours... obviously you had to be pretty turned on to agree to this.
He pressed his hips to yours and held onto you tight as he started to thrust. "God," he groaned, moving pretty quickly already, "fucking dripping. Such a desperate slut."
You gasped, wondering if you should be offended by that; but it just made your walls clench on him in encouragement, so you really couldn't act mad about it now. "Fuck," you blurted out instead, "I-I said I don't do this--"
"I know you don't," he smiled, moving in closer to speak beside your ear. "I know you don't, baby, you're a good girl."
You smirked a little, wanting to remind you both of how deliciously wrong this was. "You don't know me," you breathed, "you don't even know my name."
"I know your name," he replied. "I know your address, your license plate number, that shitty password you use for everything--"
You laughed awkwardly, not sure what he was getting at... until he started to list them. Everything he said, he told you in a low moan by your ear, and the longer he went on the more your smile fell into a gasp and you fought to push him away-- but he just grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the wall as he growled and fucked you harder.
"Such a good fucking girl," he said again, sounding meaner this time though. "So good and so naive... I just had to see you let loose, baby, I'm sorry-- I wasn't supposed to break cover, but I had to see how easy it would be to get you to let out the little whore I could tell was hiding underneath. I have to admit, you were a lot easier than expected."
"What the fuck-- get off me!" you yelped, trying to squirm away, but it was totally useless, and he fucked you harder against the wall as he bit down on your neck.
"My name, by the way, is Jackson," he groaned. "I want you to say it when I make you come."
Summary: The one where you stumble into your brotherâs room like many other nights, only this time things go a step further after some âinnocentâ questions and speculations on Tommyâs part.
Warnings: Incest, p in v, loss of virginity, fluff, flirting, innocent!reader, age gap (not specified, everyone is of age), reader is scared of thunderstorms, unprotected sex
Knocking on the wooden door, you shoved it open slightly, the door creaking in itâs frame as you tiptoed in your bare feet toward Tommyâs bed.
Sighting the display of papers slathered on the blankets, your eyebrows furrowed together confused as to why he was working in here and not his office.
Glancing up from his work, cigarette burning slowly inbetween his fingers, his crystal blue eyes were caught off guard seeing what you were wearing, yet he was practically hypnotized.
The white lace tanktop slightly loose on your chest, but showing enough cleavage to have him readjusting his knee above his other leg non chalantly.
Clearing his throat, he set his pen down on the bedside table. âItâs late, is everything alright? âNother nightmare?â You shook your head, taking a seat, welcoming the satin sheets around your chest, hugging them tightly.
âNo. I just canât seem to sleep, itâs awfully cold in my room.â That just wouldnât do in Tommyâs eyes. Heâd be lying to himself if he said you werenât his favorite, everyone in the family knew. Polly and Ada would both make comments how incredibly inappropriate it was that youâd sit on his lap still occasionally, or even hold his hand in public. But outsiders never dared bat an eye to question the man.
The time Arthur had caught you sneaking in there late at night, he had cracked the door, finding you asleep soundly in Tommyâs arms. When he approached his younger brother about it the following day, he was met with an attitude from Tommy. Heâd use reverse psychology and respond with, âArthur, perhaps how you view things is the problem. Youâre making it inappropriate. Sheâs our sister and if she finds comfort and safety in my room I wonât deny her that. Now go on, surely we have legitimate business and other important matters to discuss.â That was the end of the conversation.
Shedding himself of his shirt, he tossed it over to you before clearing the papers off his bed, settling them on his nightstand and putting out his cigarette.Â
âCâmere sweet girl.â Patting the empty half of the bed, you giggled and scooted near him, yearning to be swooped up into his warm, comforting embrace.
Wrapping his arms around your torso, he pulled you on top of him, your back leaning against his chest.
âSo warm Tommy.â You really were freezing, the goosebumps on your skin were vividly apparent.
Nuzzling his nose into your hair, he breathed in the sweet strawberry smell of the shampoo youâve always used since you were just a small girl.
Always so delicate, you were the only one who never seemed to judge him, and he couldnât deny how as you began to age your body became immensely beautiful, attractive with every curve, you were irresistible in every direction.
The low rumble of thunder echoed through the room and even though you were a grown woman, Tommy believed it to be far past your bedtime. Storms still bothered you, though youâd never admit it. Nothing has changed for the simple point that he could still see right through you, noticing how you clutched the sheets tighter as if theyâd protect you.
âItâs getting late love, why donât we try to get some shut eye, eh?â You nodded lazily against him.
Shifting over, he flicked the lamp off, leaving you in darkness with nothing but the sounds of rain pattering lightly against the windows.
Shifting, he wrapped his arm around you protectively, pulling you against his chest, holding your fragile body tightly.
When your head fell onto his pillow, the smell of his hair and a small amount of sweat filled your senses, causing a wide smile to spread across your face as you started to giggle.
Keeping his eyes closed, he raised his eyebrows, not being able to hold back the grin forming on his face. âWhy are you laughing?â Turning over, you stared at him in his tired beauty.
âSmells just like you Tommy.âÂ
âDoes that mean you like smell, love?â His eyes drifted open, only to be met with your beautiful face, giggling and blushing like a school girl completely in love.
âVery much.â The words flowed out before you had time to think, Thomasâs eyes changing to a sharp diamond cut speaking with mischief.Â
âYou find my smell attractive do you? What else do you find attractive about me then?â He shifted underneath the blanket, his hand settling gently onto your side as he awaited for your response.
âYour eyes, how much you care about me. Maybe also, your chestâŠâ You trailed off feeling completely embarrassed but you knew Tommy would be able to tell if you were lying, and his eyes suspected nothing of the sorts after you spoke, if anything he was further intrigued.
Leaning up on his elbow, his eyes sparked with curiosity, and manipulation.
âWhat about my chest? Just skin isnât it?âÂ
âYouâre very muscular Tommy, toned. I steal glances here and there occasionally.â Guilt and shame flooded over you, fully knowing that incest was wrong and you were expecting him to scold you, fearful that heâd kick you from his room but he did quite the opposite.
âAnything else? Itâs not wrong to have an attraction Y/N, especially at your age. Tell me more. Do you ever notice a wetness in your panties?â You nodded with pleading eyes, noting that, that warmth was returning at this very moment. Polly had never had a talk with you about the birds and the bees. The day you had started your period Tommy had noticed and tended to you all day and night, but he never approached the subject of sex until now.
Your innocence was an immense turn on for him.Â
âWhen does it occur love?â His fingers traced swiftly and slowly down to your hip, causing goosebumps to form on your innocent skin.
âWhen- When youâre around. When Iâm on your lap, or touching you.â He motioned for you to come closer, the thunder picking up outside now rearing to the back of your head, as if the storm wasnât even happening.
His breath was hot against your skin as he spoke. âGive me your hand my darling.â You did as he asked, shock and somewhat fear fulfilling your mind when he placed your hand on his hardened mound that was itching to break out from his underwear.
Your slik poured out now more than ever, soaking your underwear. He paid close attention to the way your eyebrows furrowed together, and how you consistently bit down on your bottom lip, trying to hold back any temptations.
âYouâve always had a crush on me havenât you? Is that why, you enjoy grinding down on my lap when you think I donât notice.â His hand left yours on his cock, sliding devilishly inbetween your thighs, kneeding your succulency with the tips of his fingers, causing your eyes to flutter closed.
âThat why I see you peeping through my door love?â Pushing the fabric aside, he slid his hand through your wet folds, teasing the entrance of your dripping hole. You hadnât noticed but your hand was massaging his cock through his underwear.
âYe-yes! Yes Tommy.âÂ
That was all he needed to here. Pulling his hand away, you jolted up worried youâd done something wrong until he pulled you back onto his lap, sliding a strand of hair behind your ear while his hand caressed your cheek caringly.Â
âDonât you think Iâm a bit too old for you? Thereâs practically a two decade difference. Are you sure this is what you want?âÂ
âAge is but a number isnât it Tommy?â With puppy dog, pleading eyes, your bottom lip quivered as you nodded in desperation and embarrassment.Â
His tongue rolled in his salivating mouth, he wanted to be patient, not too rough.
Nodding and repositioning, he layed you down on your back, his plush, warm lips delving into the crook of your neck, sucking poetic marks into your delicate skin slowly.Â
Each kiss peppered with love and slow, sensual affection.
Trailing down the gape of your neck, he went on about every small thing he loved about your body, pointing out to the fullest extent how remarkable, how attractive, and most of all how perfect you were. He was sure to massage both of your breasts, kissing your cleavage, before sliding down the rest of your inexperienced yet beautiful body.
His lips collided with your most precious, private folds, lapping the sweet skin tenderly with his tongue, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.
You had never felt anything quite like this, the feeling of a man you loved dearly showing immense love with every stroke of his tongue against your pussy. His hand reached up to cusp one of your boobs, massaging the delicate skin gently while his digit aligned with your soaking entrace.
He slid his large finger in slowly, pacing himself for your satisfaction and content, pumping in an out with such care. When he heard quieted small moans releasing between your sweet lips, he added another one, working you open while his other hand played at your nipple, still repeatedly massaging your boob.
Coming up for air, his eyes spoke with anticipation but also profound love when they locked with yours. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer on whether or not you felt ready to take his cock.
When you nodded, he slid up, aligning his hardened member with your aching hole.
âIs it going to hurt Tommy?â He wasnât going to lie to his innocent baby sister, he never has and never will.
âIt may hurt a bit at first, yeah. Tell me if you want to stop okay love?â Biting your bottom lip nervously, you nodded, awaiting for the penetration of Tommyâs cock.
Never breaking eye contact, he thrusted forward, his tip sliding in you pussy, your walls clinging around his length instantaneously.
It stung already and he wasnât even halfway in. Slipping further into your divine tunnel of love, Tommy groaned, something about taking his sisterâs virginity fueled his every longing desire and now that he was finally in you, taking your innocence for his own, he was overwhelmed with the hotness of your insides, and how smooth and wet your walls felt draped around his cock.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his size.
âYou, alright eh? Not hurting you am I?â You couldnât stop yourself from looking down, seeing him plunged into your pussy to the very top had you gasping, your thoughts running laps in your mind. It did hurt immensely, almost like you were getting a shot in your most private area, yet it felt so right, and you didnât want him to stop.Â
Gulping back from the pain, instead of speaking, your hand glided up his arm, further until you stopped on the back of his neck, pulling him down so your lips were by his ear. âTake me Tommy.â
He chuckled, yet goosebumps were arising on his skin from the hotness of your breath against him.
âY/N, I think I already have darling.â You whined, bucking your hips down against him, desperately needing your brother now more than ever.
âKeep going, please.â And so he did. Each thrust as passionate as the one before, slowly gliding in and out you. His arms were draped on both sides of your head, displaying his muscular forearms perfectly in the nightlight. The only storm you were paying attention was the one going on between your thighs.
He let out a low, quieted groan with every other thrust, attempting to stay quiet so Pol or your brothers wouldnât hear.
âFuck, youâre so fucking tight love.â You let out a moan that sounded more like a whine when he hit your g-spot. He took note and swayed his hips with each thrust, the head of his cock pounding your sweet, needing, sensitive spot.
âMm. Tommy, Tommy Iâm-â He leant down more, instructing you to bite down on him as he expected you to be quite loud.
With each thrust he went deeper and faster, the bed frame hitting the wall with each movement, but Tommy didnât seem to care.
An unexpected, unexplainable pleasurable feeling was building inside you, your toes curling at the end of the bed. âGo on love, cum on me cock. Youâd feel so good love. Your juices pouring out all around me while Iâm taking your virgin hole for meself. Tell me Y/N, how does it feel to be so full of your brotherâs cock, completely stuffed like my little fuck toy? Hmm?â Your moans became more rapid, your breath becoming increasingly faster as an overwhelming euphoric sensation was bringing you on the verge of tears.
âThatâs it love, cum on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel, how Iâm breaking that little pussy. Are you gonna crumble beneath me? Cry from pleasure?â Your teeth bit as hard as they could into his shoulder, drawling a small amount of blood to dribble down. Your back arched as your legs clung around his back for dear life as you faded away into oblivion underneath him, your cum oozing like a river onto his cock while your body shook beneath him in shambles.
The sight of you so breathless, so beautiful underneath him at his mercy had him burying his head into your neck to keep quiet as his cum shot straight into your core, filling you to the brim.
He layed there for a moment, attempting to catch his breath as you stared at the bedroom ceiling in your euphoric state.
Shifting his arm, his hand collided with yours, intertwining his fingers with you.
âTommy?â He mumbled in response, a wild grin still displayed on his face while his eyes spoke with their charismatic, powerful stare.
âI love you.âÂ
âOh my sweet girl, Iâve had that feeling myself for quite some time.â Groaning restlessly, he pulled you into his arms, cradling you, ensuring you were alright. He pretended to close his eyes, and waited for you to fall asleep, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear once your soft snores were heard.
He stayed like that for a moment, just taking in every bump, every curve of your face, admiring you with his tired blue eyes.
After falling asleep, little did you both know Arthur had woken from the headboard slamming against the wall and went to check in your room to find an empty bed. He didnât dare open Tommyâs door, knowing he was a light sleeper, and he didnât dare approach Tommy nor you about it out of fear of what his brother may or may not do to him. He simply convinced himself it was a blimey bump in the night.
After all you were Tommyâs favorite, and always would be.
warnings: DARK NONCON SMUT 18+ ONLY, alcohol consumption/extreme inebriation, incel/'nice guy' neil
You stumbled in and fell onto his couch the second he opened the door, and he'd just laughed and asked if you wanted to get in his bed instead. He worried it sounded dirtier than he meant it-- not that he would mind at all if you wanted him to get in bed with you-- but you just hummed and mumbled something into his throw pillow about how you were comfy where you were already.
He sighed and sat next to you, putting a blanket over you as you fluttered your eyes shut. "Love you..." you whispered softly, and he smiled a little as his heart skipped.
"I love you too," he breathed, wondering if any of your shitty boyfriends had ever taken care of you this well when you got too drunk. You met most of your boyfriends by getting too drunk, so Neil was glad to have you safe back here at his place where nobody would do anything to you.
But he hadn't gotten up yet. He was still sitting beside you, his hand still resting on your shoulder where he'd placed the top of the blanket.
"You know, you really shouldn't drink so much..." he sighed, petting some hair out of your face as you stilled. It was sort of instinctive-- yet made his heart race-- to run his hand down lower, tickling your back and tracing your spine as he sighed. "Somebody could... get the wrong idea..."
He checked your face again, making sure you were out cold, before gingerly taking the blanket off of you again. Your dress was way, too short, he'd tried to warn you not to wear it, but you insisted on looking hot; you really should've known better, showing off your legs like that... Neil had always been obsessed with your legs, and he bit his lip when he saw how the dress had ridden up to basically just under your ass.
Tossing the blanket away, he hummed as he rubbed his hand up and down your legs, constantly checking your face nervously in case you woke up or stirred. Even if you did, you were too weak to stop him... fuck, why did that make his cock throb?
He started to open his jeans already, even though his heart raced with anxiety and shame at what he was about to do. She's passed out, she won't know the difference anyways, he thought to himself as he climbed up on the couch with you, pulling his cock out of his boxers with a little sigh. He stroked himself with one hand as he gently pushed up your dress with the other, groaning at the sight of your ass hardly covered by the lacy panties. You were obviously trying to get laid tonight, no doubt about it-- so wasn't he just giving you what you wanted?
He had to let go of his erection to tug the thin fabric down with both hands, smirking as the way your ass jiggled a bit, but then nearly gasping as he revealed the cute little pussy underneath. "F-fuck, baby," he praised with a sigh, leaning back to try to get a better view, carefully spreading your lips apart with two fingers so he could see your holes. "Fuck! That's a gorgeous pussy, wow..."
Of course you were perfect everywhere, it was just his luck: the most amazing, sexy, incredible best friend who teased him in the most infuriating ways. You'd do all these things that turned him on, trying to act innocent-- asking for his opinion on outfits, falling asleep on his shoulder during movie nights, laughing at his dumb jokes-- and then you'd turn around and fuck some jerk you met at a bar. When he gathered the nerve to say something flirty to you, you'd always giggle and push him away, saying something dismissively that always broke his heart: like "shut up, Neil, you're my best friend" or, even worse, "ew, stop, you're like my brother."
He fucking hated when you said that; it made him feel like he was cursed to have you so close but never have you, you know? But tonight, he felt like a lifetime of bad luck was paying off in the best karma ever: you were here, and you were his to play with however he wanted.
He spit into his hand and smeared it over himself, sighing as he looked down at you looking so peaceful and sweet under him. "So pretty," he cooed as he nudged your legs apart with his knees and slid inside you, "and fuck, so tight..."
He groaned deeply, watching in awe at the way your hole eagerly accepted him, swallowing up every inch that he gave it until you were stretched and filled to the brim.
"Oh my god," he gasped, taking a moment just to bask in the feeling, "fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last very long. I can already tell."
He held onto the couch tightly as he started to move, but then realized he should take the chance to touch you instead and put a hand on your hip. It helped, actually, because it kept you from rocking forward too much from his thrusts and kept his cock going as deep as possible every time.
He groaned proudly as he moved faster, squeezing your hip and keeping his eyes trained on your sweet face. "That's it," he praised, "take it, baby-- take my fucking cock."
He loved not having to impress you, or please you, or make you come-- he could just treat you like his own personal toy, your pussy basically just a fleshlight for him... if fleshlights were hot and sticky and felt like absolute fucking heaven.
Your walls tightened on him for a moment, and he moaned loudly. "So good," he choked out, shutting his eyes with pleasure briefly. "So good, baby, feels so good on my cock-- fucking perfect."
He gasped as he heard you whimper a little, and opened his eyes to look down at you. You were stirring just a bit, but your eyes were still shut. "N-Neil?" you groaned out groggily, and he should've stopped moving-- but he couldn't, he honestly couldn't. He was already so close and you were so adorable all helpless like this and he just needed to come so bad...
"Shh," he soothed, though it came out a little stuttered as his hips moved faster, slapping against your ass with the most amazing, filthy sound. "Shh, it's okay, just rest..."
"Neil," you said again, making him bear his teeth and flex his cock. He wanted to blurt it out right then and there-- yeah, baby, it's me, that's my cock inside you-- but he managed to stop himself, laying down on top of you instead as he pet your head and gave you rougher, deeper thrusts.
"Don't wake up, baby," he groaned, "I'm right here. It's okay. You can just go back to sleep."
"What... what's going on?" you asked, barely managing to open your eyes for a second... he loved the way you fought it, trying so hard to wake up, but your body was so happy to relent even if your mind resisted. "What are you doing?"
"Shh," he hissed again, "j-just stay still, I'm so close. Fuck, I'm so close-- I'm almost done, please--"
You whimpered, trying to struggle under him, and he moaned louder as it made your walls squeeze him again. "Neil, please..."
"Fuck," he grunted, "say my name again, baby-- I wanna hear you say it when I come inside you."
Tommy goes away and comes back to find his baby sister has become a woman. Why is it hitting him so damn hard.
Warnings: Incest! DARK CONTENT! Tommy is low-key abusive and kinda crazy, If this is something that triggers, please don't read! Coercion, unsafe sex, name calling, possessiveness, misogyny, slapping, hair-pulling, manipulation.
The patter of your bare feet echoes faintly down the corridor as you make your way to Tommyâs office. He had come home from a 3-month-long business trip, and no one had cared to inform you, letting you nap all evening to the gentle sound of rain. You knew heâd arrived when your eyes opened and not a sound was heard in Arrow House, as though all the life thatâd been booming these past weeks had shriveled and died when his car pulled in.
He seemed to be in a worse mood than usual nowadays, you thought, hesitating at the handle. Smoothing your hair down, you push in and find him exactly as you imagined: a cigarette in one hand, whiskey in the other.
âYou didnât wake me,â you murmur, stepping further in, waiting for a sign of approval. You wouldnât necessarily say you were a docile young woman; usually, it was quite the opposite. But there was something in your older brother's gaze that always made you feel small, and you twiddled your toes into the carpet, squirming under it now.
âDidnât want to bother yaâ,â he grunts, finishing his drink in one swig, motioning you in with his fingers. âYou been walking around like that while Iâm gone?â He says, running his eyes down your scantily clad body, making your cheeks burn.
âIt's my house too,â you giggle, giving him a twirl, silk red slip shining in the firelight. âYou busy?â you hum, padding around his desk and standing just before him, looking down into those pretty cold eyes.
Tommy watches your every move closely. It had been a while since heâd seen his baby sister, and oh how much can change in so little time. Your smooth skin shines under the dim lights, womanly figure peeking through the translucent fabric of your dress, and he ignores the sudden pull in his belly.
âJust tired,â he grumbles, letting his eyes fall shut as you step between his legs, soft hands resting on his shoulders, letting out a low groan as you begin to rub circles into the muscles. âI missed you,â you whisper. You really did, despite his ill temper and lack of conversation skills. You always found comfort in him; he had taken on the role of your protector, and despite his tough exterior, you knew he had a soft spot for you.
Tommy leans back in his chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he looks up at you. "Missed you too, love," he admits, his voice a bit softer than before. The tension in the room seems to ease a little as you continue to massage his shoulders.
âYou barely called,â you pout, plump pink lip glimmering, and the brief image of biting down on it flashes through his head.
âMâhere now,â he cuts you off, running his large hands up your hips, settling on your waist as he pulls you towards him. âOff to bed with yaâ. Iâve got work to do, and youâre coming in with me tomorrow.â Tommyâs dominance always seemed to take up all the air, leaving no room for arguments. You couldnât help but feel out of place in his presence. Such a delicate little thing, with your bows and lace, like a flower growing in the dead of winter.
You offer a soft smile, leaning down to peck him on the cheek before straightening up. "Fine, fine. But only because you missed me," you tease, giving him a quick wink.
Tommy smirks, rough fingers tracing patterns on your waist. You pull away, sighing as his hands leave your body, and make your way to the door. âGoodnight, Thomas. Itâs good to have you back,â you hum, disappearing down the corridor, leaving him with the familiar dizziness he gets whenever you two interact.
Pouring himself another drink, he thinks back to your sweet scent, the feel of your soft lips on his cheeks, the slope of your perky tits in your dress. Slamming the glass down with a grunt, he clears the images from his head and begins to tackle his work, drowning any more thoughts of his baby sister with another bottle.
The next morning, you stood at the door, bouncing on your heels while you wait for him to come down. All these days wandering around the house have left you with little need for dressing up. So, you pulled out a pretty pink dress youâd been saving, curls held up in a loose tie, and a little more makeup than usual. Heavy footsteps pulled you from your thoughts as your brother made his way past you, grumbling a faint "morning," barely sparing you a glance. Running to catch up to him, you clamber into the passenger seat, crossing your arms with a huff, and stare him down. "Well?"
Tommy looks you over, pulling a long drag from his cigarette as he takes in your kohl eyes and pink lips. His gaze drifts lower to the low-cut neckline and further to the bunched-up fabric on your plush thighs. A million words rush through his brain, and he settles on, "You look nice," keeping it curt as he begins the drive. He smirks as you scoff and turn your body towards the window.
The office was buzzing as usual, men running around like worker ants past you while Tommy stepped out to speak with someone. A light tap on your shoulder makes you whip around, meeting the bright faces of your older brothers: Arthur and John, as they sweep you up into a grapple. Giggling, you try to break free as they tickle and tease you before youâre all interrupted by the sound of Tommy clearing his throat at the door.
âItâs not proper for a lady to be acting this way in front of strangers,â he says slowly, a frown pulling at the corner of his mouth. âAh, come on, Tommy, we was just teasing our baby sister,â Arthur laughs as John tugs a free strand of your hair. âGet off me, you big idiots!â You laugh, smacking them both as you all come down from the high. Arthur and John release you, straightening up with amused smirks on their faces. Tommy's expression remained serious, a mix of annoyance and something else bubbling beneath the surface. "Teasing or not, this is a place of business," he growls, his voice low. "We have a reputation to uphold.â He finishes, moving between you and your brothers, placing a firm hand on your lower back to guide you towards his office. You roll your eyes playfully but allow him to lead you away.
As you walked, Arthur and John exchanged amused glances behind Tommy's back; they werenât immune to your womanly traits. Despite you all having a strong bond, Tommy had always placed an unspoken claim over you. You were just happy to be with your loving brothers. The rest of the day went by in the same fashion, them finding ways to tease and touch you, showering you with compliments as Thomas looked on with a scowl.
He was fed up as he packed up for the day, practically dragging you to the car and speeding home in silence. The tension in the car was palpable as Tommy drove back to Arrow House. The sound of the engine roared in the silence, and you couldn't help but fidget in your seat, glancing at your brother from time to time. His jaw was clenched, and his grip on the steering wheel was tight. As the car pulled into the driveway, he parked it with a screech, the sudden halt causing you to stumble forward. The air was heavy, and you hesitated for a moment before breaking the silence.
âHave I done something wrong?â You ask, voice soft and laced with confusion. Tommy took a deep breath before he spoke, trying to keep his emotions under control âYer a fucking woman now, y/n.â He snaps, âgiggling and bouncing around like a whore isnât a good image for the Shelbys.â Eyes widening, your lips open and close as you try to find the right words, stomach-churning in shame. âI didnât think-â âOf course you donât,â he interrupts. He knows he's being harsh, but as he glances back at you and sees the strap of your dress slip down your shoulder, the remainders of his resolve break away, grabbing a handful of your hair he pulls you in for a searing kiss.Â
You freeze, feeling him groan against your lips as he holds you in place with one hand, the other moving its way up your thigh. With a jolt, you push on his chest and scramble as far away as you can in the tight space. âWhy- I don't understandâ You whimper, watching his eyes darken as they take in your trembling body. âYouâre a woman now y/nâ He repeats, âI know that you see the way men look at yaââ He murmurs, moving closer, âlike yer a fuckinâ peace of meat. Like theyâd pay anything for a chance between those pretty legs,â he says, grabbing your ankle and pulling you down the seat, settling between your thighs. âYouâre mine. Always have been. Since you were a little girl playing in the mudâ Whispering into your neck, he punctuates each word with a thrust, you can feel his hardness bumping against your panties and the reality of it all kicks, tears finally beginning to pour.
 âPlease Tommyâ your voice barely over a whisper, âYouâre scaring meâ. He shushes you gently, placing soft kisses down your neck, pulling down the straps to your dress slowly, as he hungrily takes in the exposed flesh, breath catching as the fabric moves past your breasts. They bounce out, nipples hardening in the cool air and he curses under his breath reaching up to cup one on each hand. âBut youâre my brotherâ You squeal, as his thumb brushes over the peaks, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. âAll the more reasonâ He chuckles darkly, âwho better to own you than your flesh and bloodâ.Â
Pulling you in for another kiss, you relax slightly as his words ring in your head. You had noticed the looks youâd get, the special treatment, the passing comments. You also knew that you would eventually have to find a man who wasnât as scary as the rest, trusting him to build a home, a family. Maybe Tommy was right. He had always been there, keeping you safe and comfortable. He was in no way unattractive, strong jaw and plump lips with a strong physique that you knew the women that were bold enough to mess with the Peaky Blinders swoon over. You feel dizzy and confused as the thoughts run through your head.
âFocus on me mouseâ He laughs, noticing you drifting away. Deepening the kiss, his tongue slips past your lips and you moan softly as it dances with yours. Pulling away, youâre both flushed, panting harshly into each other's mouths, lips swollen and wet, connected by a string of spit that you coyly lick off his lip.Â
Raising his brow, his hand wraps around your throat, giving a warning squeeze. âTell me youâre untouchedâ He whispers, âTell me no man has gotten to my baby sister while I was goneâÂ
You feel a cold rush over you, you think of lying but youâve never been a very good liar and you know it's only going to make it worse. Instead, you look away from him, wanting to curl up in a ball of shame and disappear as you feel his fingers tighten slowly. âTell. Me.â He spits, and all you can do is whimper, hoping he takes pity on your shaking frame. Suddenly, your airflow is cut off, hands flying up to grip his wrist while he tries to take deep calming breaths. âWho was it?â He whispers, giving you a quick slap when you donât respond immediately. âwho the fuck was itâ he seethes, loosening his grip so you could speak. âPlease donât hurt him, Tommy! it was only once and I was the one who askedâ You ramble, it was the truth, as ridiculous as it sounded and you prayed your brother would listen to you and spare the poor boy youâd jeopardized so foolishly.
âYouâŠasked?â he repeated slowly and it was like a new wave of anger washed over him as he stormed out of the car, moving around to your door, yanking out by your arm. He led you to his bedroom, past the maids, past Frances who could do nothing but look away to give you some shred of dignity. and threw you onto the floor. Â
You scramble towards the bed but he stops you with a hand on your ankle tugging you towards him and raising you by your hair to your knees in front of him. âAll this time, my sweet baby sister, our littlest Shelbyâ He laughs mockingly, âall this time⊠nothing but a whore who begs men for cock.â Your heart burns at his words and your tears cloud your vision as you babble out an apology âI promise Tommy, I was only curious, it was just once, please I'm so sorryâ you cry, grabbing onto his leg as he looks down at you. With a firm grip on your chin, he raises your face to look up at him and swipes his thumb over your lips. âwhat did you do?â He asks softly. âWe just kissed and then he-, he put it in and he pulled out so I wouldnât get pregnant. Iâm so sorryâ You whimper, hoping your honesty would appease him. You hated to disappoint him, even as a little girl, youâd do everything you could so that heâd be proud of you. Crying for days on end when youâd done something wrong in his eyes and heâd give you the silent treatment.Â
âDid you cum?â He asks, to which you shake your head and confess you donât know what that feels like. Youâve never even touched yourself. His anger is boiling below the surface but your confessions have cooled him a bit and seeing you on your knees, gives him an idea.Â
âOpen your mouth and stick out your tongue.â He commands, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling his cock out, giving it a few tugs. Your eyes widen, watching his fist stroke up and down his huge length. It was probably twice as big as your lover, a thick vein running up the side to his fat pink tip leaking a sticky white fluid. You obey his command and he slaps it on your tongue, groaning as he gives a couple of shallow thrusts.Â
âThis is a real cock y/n '' He chuckles, noticing the fear in your eyes. âBe a good little girl for me and stay still while I fuck yer slutty mouth.â You had heard about this from the maids, thinking back on their gossiping you remember to keep your teeth out of the way, closing your lips over the head and giving it a hard suck. Tommy stumbles slightly, breath hitching as his hands fly to either side of your head, pushing you into the side of the bed, you know youâve done the right thing.Â
 âDonât forget to breatheâ is all the warning you get before he plunges forward, your nose hitting the dark curls at the base making you gag and your eyes water. He doesnât let you adjust, setting a brutal pace as he fucks your face, balls slapping your chin with each thrust and all you can do is focus on not throwing up, placing your palms on his thighs to try to hold him back.Â
âFuckâ He grunts, looking down at his dick disappearing down your throat and he smiles as he watches you struggle. Pulling out, he watches the spit spill down your chin, using his tip to spread it over your pretty face. âPut my balls in your mouthâ he hums, continuing to stroke as you look up at him dumbly. âDonât make me fucking repeat myself.â You quickly try to do as he says, cheeks burning bright red at the dirtiness of it but the sound that he lets out you give them a gentle suck makes a little pride bloom in your chest. You continue like that for a while, alternating between the two, you donât know how much time has passed but his thrust begins to stutter, and with a loud groan your mouth fills with liquid. âDonât swallowâ He breathes and you try your best to hold it all in your mouth but there is so much that it spills past your lips. He pulls out panting and slaps your cheek, âLet me seeâ. You open wide, showing the creamy white mess on your tongue and he leans to spit on top of it before ordering you to swallow. âGood fuckinâ girlâ He chuckles.Â
Before you have a chance to catch your breath, he's tugging you up to stand, pulling you into his chest by your waist and smothering you in a wet kiss. You fall back together on the bed, sweaty skin sticking to the sheets and you each shred the rest of your clothing. The feeling of your bodies pressed against one another is electric, fitting into each other perfectly like you were made for the other. Tommyâs hand slips between your bodies, smirking when he feels the pool of slickness between your folds. âSo good for me baby, look how wet you areâ He breathes in your ear and you whimper as his fingers rub slow agonizing circles on your clit. âPlease Tommyâ You whine, raising your hips to try to get more friction. âPlease what? You begginâ me the way you did that fuck?â He growled, feeling his anger flare up again but you quickly shake your head with a cry. âNo! No, Iâm not, I didnât, please I'm sorry, it was nothing like thisâ You babble as his fingers pick up speed and you feel an almost painful tightening in your belly. âIt-It hurts Tommyâ you whine out and he laughs at you, âJust relax baby, take what I give youâÂ
Panting, you nod your head, desperate to please him, and feel your thighs begin to shake from the intensity. âFuck oh my god, Tommyâ You breathe and he gives your clit a slap, murmuring for you to watch your language before continuing his quick pace. Finally, you feel the coil in your belly burst and you scream as your cunt gushes. âMy perfect girl, all mine.â he moans into your neck, moving suddenly between your legs, hands behind your knees raising your legs to your shoulders as he settles over you, angling his now-hard cock down into your entrance.Â
âWa-wait Tommy '' you mumble, still coming too from the intense orgasm but Tommy has already begun to push in, spearing you slowly. The burn is a lot, youâd only done this once, months ago, and with someone much smaller, and you couldn't help but try to push his hips away as each inch made it harder to breathe. âFuck, such a tight little cunt, feels like I could cum just from putting it inâ He pants, losing himself in the wet warmth of his little sister. Heâd dreamed of this moment for years, fantasies that he tried to push to the darkest, furthest part of his mind. On the days that they would roar for attention, he would indulge in a pretty prostitute that reminded him of you. Whether it was your hair or your eyes, he would fuck them like a starved animal.Â
Now here you were, so small under him, so vulnerable. His hips set a cruel pace from the start, giving you little time to adjust. You could barely breathe, he had you folded up, resting his weight on your chest as you let out little âAhâsâ with each thrust. âPlease slow downâ You try to say but he swallows it down in an open-mouthed kiss, groaning as you clamp down on him when he goes a little too deep. âNasty little cockslutâ He spits, straightening up, placing your thighs over his hips to reach a new angle. He can watch your tits bounce this way, spitting on them before giving them a firm slap. You canât stop watching the bulge on your stomach that appears every time he thrusts in. âYouâre so deepâ you breathe, squealing when he presses down on it.Â
Without pulling out (or warning), Tommy flips you on top of him. Giving your ass a smack, you take the hint and begin to bounce. Having to do the work while he watches you flusters you, making you lose your pace but another sharp spank puts you back on track. âDo I feel good Tommy?â You purr, feeling a newfound power as you watch his face contort every time you squeeze him. âLike fucking heaven babyâ he growls, leaning up to suck on your bouncing tits. You keep up a steady pace, feeling the coil building again, but suddenly Tommy shoves you forward, pulling you into his chest as he pistons his hips up at an animalistic pace, hitting the perfect spot inside you that makes you see stars.
You scream, all shame leaving your body as you barrel over the edge, sticky cunt gushing over his dick, making a mess over his thighs. âGonna pump you full mouse, make you mine forever. Say it.â He grunts. âIâm yours, Tommy, Iâve always been. I belong to youâ You purr, smiling at the choked sound he makes when he digs in as far as he can, warmth filling your walls as you both breathe heavily. He holds you there, stroking gently up and down your spine while you play with curls on his chest. âI will find his nameâ he murmurs into your hair. Â
âI love you Tommyâ You whisper, eyes falling shut.Â
First fic on here ! Im a little nervous hehe. Also not proof read! I just wanted to pump out my dream last night. Please let me know what you think!! It means a lot :)đ€
One too many drinks fill your pretty head, leaving no room for rational thought and Neil is there to pick up the slack .
Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, DARK CONTENT! Misogynistic language and behaviour, hateful, face slapping, dacryphilia, non con deepthroat, degradation, GRAPHIC, straight up bullying lol Neil x reader.
May do a third part? If anyone's interested đ€
âShh itâs alright babyâ Neil laughed, âWeâre just gonna have a little fun.âÂ
For another half second, your eyes watched him move toward you, vaguely picturing those discovery channel documentaries where the predator stalks its prey before launching. Another heavy footstep sent your body into autopilot, sprinting to the back door. However, the room seemed to move with you, and by the time you locked in on the handle, a rough handful of your hair sent you tumbling back onto the floor. The impact knocked the wind out of you with a heavy grunt and Neil took the momentary daze to straddle your hips, pinning your wrists over your head.Â
You struggled for a bit, tears flowing endlessly, leaving mascara tracks down your puffy cheeks. âLeâme go you fucking pervââ you cried, you didnât understand why he was doing this, you barely even remembered the car ride. âDonâ act like you donât like itâ He spit, nails digging into the soft skin of your wrists. âWalking around like thisâŠâ one of his hands took both of yours while the other trailed its way down your neck and chest. âDonâ act like this isnât exactly whatâya want. A good mean hard fuck to put ya sleepâ.Â
His breath trembled when he pulled the neckline of your dress and your tits bounced out. For a second he only gawked down at you, now that is a good pair of tits. You were nothing like the occasional hookup he indulged in, more like the girls he jerked off to every night, eyes widening impossibly more when his hand reached up to cup one and a pathetic whimper spilled from your plush lips. âFuckinâ perfect.â He breathed, as you thrashed under him, squealing when he pinched your nipple painfully. âPlease donât hurt me, please I'm sorry! Do you want money? Iâll do anythingâ you begged frantically, watching in horror as he dipped down to take your nipple into his mouth, feeling the vibrations of the low groan he let out when his eyes rolled back and he gave a hard suck.Â
You sobbed, turning your head to avoid the terrible yet erotic sight. You wished you could turn off your senses entirely, trying to ignore his high-pitched whines and grinding on your hip. Neil was in heaven, he could suck on your tits forever but after a couple minutes decided that he wanted to put them to good use instead . Ignoring your cries and pleading, he crawled back up your body, sitting on your chest so that his crotch was resting in the valley of your breasts. â-what are you doing?â You mumbled, lip trembling as the sound of a zipper by your face had your eyes dropping from his cold grin to his zipper.Â
âWhat do you think stupid girl?â He snickered, âdo I have to go step by step with you for everything?â Rolling his eyes, he hissed when the cold air hit his dick, it was painfully hard and the heat of it was uncomfortable when it slapped down on your chest. âYouâre gonna get my dick nice and wet and then iâm going to fuck these fat titsâÂ
Immediately, you began to shake your head, newfound strength pushing you to create distance. However, the alcohol running through your veins weighed you down more than he did, and a sharp slap to your cheek made your head jerk to the side, making you see stars.". Neilâs big hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to meet his. He was inches away from you, and your breaths intermingled as your eyes regained focus." He was so slanky, you thought, you never imagined a guy like him had this in him. Or maybe you just never noticed, living in the perfect bubble curated for you your whole life. Such pretty eyes, plump lips, warm brown curls tucked behind his ears in an awkward cut and a Super Mario T-shirt⊠you almost giggled out loud when your foggy brain concluded he kind of looked like a girl.Â
âWho are you? Whyâre you doing this?â You slurred, feeling his lips ghost over yours. âIâm just your uber driver and I'm getting my payment for getting you home safeâ He mocked, connecting his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. You froze, until a warning squeeze around your neck had you trying to match his rhythm. He was eager, sloppy, all too difficult to keep up with. Eventually, you just let your lips part for a wet open mouthed kiss. Your tongue gliding along his, his heavy groans filling the space between sticky smacks and the dirtiness of it all made your cheeks heat up.Â
He pulled away, both of you catching your breaths, lips slick and puffy. Neil moved to mouth at your neck, licking a long stripe up to your ear and though the tears never stopped, you felt a familiar pulse between your thighs. It made you feel disgusting, how could you enjoy something so awful? You almost wished it was painful, or inexperienced or even just for him to be ugly! but a hard suck on a little sweet spot pulled a squeal from you. âI hate sluts like youâ he murmured, straightening up and adjusting so that his cock sat on your cheek, slapping it against your lips. âOpen upâ. Shaking your head, you begged âplease-â and Neil took the opportunity to push past your parted lips. âNo teeth or Iâll ream your little ass, you hear me?â He threatened, though it comes out stuttered when he looks down and gets a good look at your messy face.
You immediately start to panic but the small rational part of your brain urges you to force it down. Youâve done this countless times, taken much bigger, and so you relax your throat and let the head of his dick slide in.
âFuck!â his hands fling to either side of your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair as his whole length disappears down your throat. For a second, he has to shut his eyes, breathing heavy so as to not cum too soon and spoil the fun. Heâs so deep, position leaving no room to actually pound so he settles for humping your face tight, throat glucking with every movement. âLook sâ pretty like thisâ He pants, staring down at you, giving you a small slap when you try to close your eyes. It was torture, having to keep eye contact with him, watching his features contort from the pleasure he was taking from your body.Â
When he was satisfied he jerked back, a thick glob of drool connecting your tongue to the tip of his dick before he scooped it up and moved back down to your tits. He positioned himself between them, grabbing one in each hand and pushing them together to engulf him before he began thrusting. âOh fuck, fuck, fuck, stick your fucking tongue out and look at m- yeah thats it, good- FUCKâ Neil could barely get his thoughts in order, here you were, a girl so desperately out of his league his entire life, at his mercy.Â
You had stopped crying, body limp in a trance while you waited for it to end. He would cum and leave and you would shower and go to bed and tomorrow would be a new day. âOh my god youâre gonna make mâcum bitchâ He warned, panting with each thrust, until his hips stilled with a long whine and you felt hot spurts of cum paint your chest, trailing down your collar bones and landing on your tongue and cheek.Â
It was over, a wave of relief running over you. He got what he wanted.
..Maybe it was your fault for showing your relief so openly but when Neilâs breath finally settled and you noticed that his cock wasnât softening, his cruel laugh sent chills down your spine.
 âYou didnât think I was done did you? We haven't even made it to the bed yetâ.
One too many drinks fill your pretty head, leaving no room for rational thought and Neil is there to pick up the slack .
Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON elements, DARK CONTENT! Misogynistic language and behaviour, predatory behaviour, just a whole lot of incel behaviour and reader has zero self preservation skills. Neil x reader.
You nearly broke your ankle teetering out of your front door, wobbling in your stilettos with a spacey giggle. You had spent the whole day preening and prepping yourself for a girls' night out, curves filling the soft fabric of your brand-new dress. It was a tiny thing, a mix of lace and leather to match the smoky kohl rimming your eyes and pink gloss on your lips. You looked perfect. Pattering over to your Uber, you felt giddy quickly checking the license plate and popping in, texting the group chat that you were on your way.Â
Neil had picked up Uber driving on weekend nights, liking the extra cash in his pocket and the easy schedule. Pulling up to his first ride of the night, he watched a young woman stumble out of the house, perfect body on display as she skipped over with a stupid little smile. 'Y/n?' he asked, wincing as you slammed the door behind you, immediately whipping out the flashiest phone case he's ever seen to hum and giggle at the screen, long nails clacking irritatingly.
After a drawn out silence, you vaguely notice the lack of movement, raising your eyes to meet his, meticulously plucked brows scrunching in confusion. 'Y/n?' Neil repeated, breathlessly as his mouth watered at the pretty little thing sitting in his back seat. He watched your eyes light up in understanding, nodding dumbly, cheeks flushed a baby pink as you flashed him an apologetic smile before turning back down to your phone. Taking a deep breath, he pushed away the urge to rip the object from your hands and teach you some fucking manners but your smile was dazzling and his heart was still struggling to find a regular pace so instead he turned back to the wheel and began the trip. Stealing glances at you through the mirror every couple of seconds.
'So what's the plan for tonight?' he quipped after a minute, trying to sound as innocuous as possible. He didn't want to scare you off, but he honestly doubted you were clever enough to pick up on anything that wasnât explained to you like a toddler. You seemed sweet enough, real cute with your glossy lips and sweet perfume, making his head spin. It was just that you had thatâŠlook. That âI get what I want when I want itâ look. That âIâve never had to worry about anything other than good dick and repeating outfitsâ look. It made his stomach sick and dick throb.Â
âJust going out with the girlsâ you hum, setting your phone down to analyze your driver. He wasâŠ.cute, in his own way. Pretty eyes on a pretty face, but there was a sort of awkwardness to him that was both endearing and off-putting. Definitely the type of guy your friends would pick on back in high-school, the unpleasant memories making your tummy ache. âSounds funâ He mumbles, scrambling on what to say next to keep the conversation going. God you had a sexy voice. âgotta be safe out thereâŠanyone could snatch you upâ. Immediately, he wanted to crash the car in shame at how creepy it came out, but of course, like the angel you were, you just smiled brightly at his faux-concern, giving him a sweet thank you before pulling out a compact and reapplying your gloss. His own lips parted in awe as his eyes tracked every move, feeling like he was in a trance watching the wand move slowly making his throat dry up and his pants tight.
Pulling over in front of the bar, he turned to watch you hop out, committing every miniscule detail of your appearance to memory. Blowing him a kiss goodbye, heâs left stunned to gawk as you jogged over to a group of more barely-dressed women, rolling his eyes as they broke out into a burst of squeals and embraces. A flock of whores who wouldn't spare a guy like Neil a second glance but they all paled in comparison to you. Too sweet for your own good and Neil decided that itâd be worth a shot. Like the nice guy he was, he would stay in the area, keeping a close eye so that he could get you home safe and sound before anyone else got to you.Â
After mandatory 20 minute greetings, you and your girls trample in, taking a table by the bar. Heads turned, jaws dropped and it wasn't long before you were sipping on some sugary gifted cocktails. Itâd become routine but you were always as grateful as the first time, smiling kindly and engaging with any attention that was directed at you. You lost track soon enough, like you always did, tummy sloshing with a mix of colorful drinks and shots, preening under the shower of compliments and touches. âTell me doll, you taste as good as you look?â Someone purred in your ear, sending shivers up your spine. Grey peppered his temples and charming crows feets crinkled as he smirked down at you. Just your type. You shrugged coyly, looking up at him through long lashes as you chewed on your plush bottom lip.Â
He led you to the dance floor, pawing at your waist as you moved to the beat of the music. You shut your eyes, enjoying the thrum of the base and gentle sway of the room, unaware of the picking up of his breath. Oblivious to the grunts and gasp he would let out when he pulled your hips back against his. This was fun, but you were fleeting and a cheer from your table had you pulling from his arms and skipping over to what caught your attention next.
More drinks, more shots, more dancing and before long you were stumbling out of the bar on baby-doe legs, vision blurred and body heavy. You worked the next day and despite the slurred begging from your friends, you ushered your goodbyes and stepped out, trying to urge your sluggish fingers to find the uber app. A big hand on your shoulder had you whipping around, nearly tripping from the speed of it but a second held you before you hit the floor.Â
Neil had been waiting for hours for you to come out, accepting short trips but always coming back to park where he dropped you off. Just when he felt like giving up there you were, looking just as beautiful but not nearly as perfect as when he dropped you off. Not that it deterred him or anyone else for the matter. The smudged liner, flushed cheeks, and messy strands added a different element to your look and he practically drooled at how high the hem of your dress had ridden up.Â
Your eyes widened as you recognized him, head tilting curiously. âUber driver?â You mumbled, making a vein at his temple twitch in irritation. âYou okay? You need taâ get home?â He was still holding on a little too tight, but it was steadying and you relaxed at the familiar face. âMmhm, canât seem to order thoughâ You pouted, showing him your locked screen from too many password attempts. Fighting back a grinch-worthy grin, he mentally thanked whoever was listening for delivering him such a gift. âLet me take you home yeah? I think I remember the way.âÂ
You thought about it, nose scrunching because it felt like someone had once told you it was something you shouldn't do but you were tired and cold and his car was warm and close by and so you just nodded excitedly, latching onto his arm as he led the way. Neilâs heart was pounding out of his chest, he couldnât believe you said yes, giggling to himself at your stupidity and laughing out loud at the confused expression when he eagerly opened the car door to let you in.
He sped to your house, committing a million infractions all the while looking back every once in a while at your low eyes and bouncing tits. Fuck, you were a dream come true and it felt like an eternity before he screeched into the driveway and sprinted over to help you out.
The ride had made your head hurt and stomach lurch uncomfortably and a frown had begun to pull at the corners of your lips. Neil helped you up the steps, digging in your purse for your keys. You vaguely notice his shaky hands as he tries to unlock the door, missing the keyhole more times than necessary, more focused on whipping your heels off as soon as you stepped in. However a soft click behind you made you turn to see that he had stepped in as well, locking the door behind him. If you weren't so out of it you might have felt the appropriate sense of urgency, instead big eyes blinked slowly as he took slow steps towards you. The quickening of your pulse indicates your body knows what's happening before your brains caught up and you take a step back with his step forward.
âShhh Itâs alright babyâ Neil laughed, âWeâre just gonna have a little fun.â
Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! age gap(reader is 19, Jonathan is 35) , non con, abduction, online dating, p in v, oral (m! Receiving), anal, online dating, grooming, Stockholm Syndrome, ddlg, breeding kink, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, stupid!reader, unprotected sex
Summary: a stupid young girl falls in love with an internet stranger, only to find out he's not what he seems.
Notes: hi this is my first fic so pls pls pls excuse any errors, luv you allâĄ
Smut under the cut lovelies!
Y/N was quite frankly, an idiot, signing up for an account on a suspicious dating site that probably had lots of nasty people on it probably wasn't a very smart idea on her part. But when she got a message from Jonathan Crane, a pyschology professor at Gotham university, she was overjoyed someone took interest in her. From his message, conversations, video calls, and even a relationship. After talking for a few months, Y/N took a train to Gotham, eager to meet her boyfriend Jonathan in person. Oh boy was she unprepared.
She had dressed up nice, wearing her favorite white lacey pushup bra and matching panties, frilly white socks, mary janes, a frilly pink dress and bows in her hair. When the train arrived and she got off, she wandered through the train station until she saw him. 5'8, handsome, brown hair, glasses, and the most mesmerizing blue eyes she'd ever seen. She squealed with joy and practically through herself into his arms. "Jon! Jon! It's me, Y/N!" She squealed with joy. "I know darling, I know, you're so excited, sweetheart." Jonathan spoke rather coldly, cackling inside his head at her naivety. He lead her out of the train station, and to his car, and once he got her inside, he pulled the mask on, a burlap sack with eyeholes. Y/N looked at him with confusion, "J-Jon," she spoke, "why are you putting that o-", but before she could finish, a hissing sound filled the car and she was out cold.
Y/N awoke in Jonathan's basement, in a pink dog crate, Jonathan standing above her cage, mask still on. "rise and shine, pet." He spoke, carefully unlocking the cage and pulling her out by the leash he'd given her. "Sleep well, sweetheart?", he asked with sarcasm in his voice. " J-Jon, where am I?" She asked innocently, looking up at him fearfully. "Your new home, sweetheart." Jonathan spoke, roughly tugging the leash. Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, he was unzipping his pants and bringing his long, hard member to her lips. She tried to scream, but it was no use as he shoved himself into her soft, plush mouth, "If I feel teeth I'll pull them out, babygirl.", he spoke, gripping the leash with one hand and roughly using her hair as leverage to fuck her throat with the other. After a few minutes of screaming on his cock, she gave up, simply taking it, occasionally licking his tip. When he came, he pulled out, painting her face white with cum.
Soon enough, she'd stopped fighting as he pushed her down onto a dirty mattress on the floor, roughly ripping her clothes off, leaving her naked, folded into a missionary position under him, "Beg me to fuck you, beg me to pop your cherry and fill you up with cum, you stupid slut.", he said, to which she answered obediently, " P-please daddy, fuck me until I'm full of your special cream...". Without warning he pushed into her virgin cunt, her hymen tearing and painting his cock with her blood as she screamed, he began thrusting roughly, his tip kissing her cervix with each thrust, his member buldging out of her stomach as he fucked her, "Fuck, so tight," he moaned, "I should've known that getting raped would make you wet!" He shouted, slapping her across the face. Y/N hated how her eyes rolled back with pleasure as he fucked her, moaning incoherently, she screamed as he began to cum, his seed painting the inside of her pussy white as he ejactulated into her well fucked pussy.
He flipped her over onto her stomach, Jonathan's hard member pressing against perky cheeks before roughly forcing himself in, "God you're so tight!" He moaned, roughly fucking her ass, he slapped her ass with his hand every thrust, until suddenly she felt a now all too familiar hot sensation in her butt, he'd just filled her ass with cum. He pulled out, gazing down at her violated body, cum all over her form, he pulled her into his arms, gently rubbing her belly and kissed the crown of her head, "You did so good baby girl, you'll be so good at giving me babies.", he whispered into her ear, " I love you Jon...", she looked up at him with longing, teary and broken eyes, "I know baby girl, I know."
Hey idk if your requests are still open, if not then please disregard this, but can I request a dark fic where older dilf cillian is tied to a chair and the reader uses his dick (noncon) to âmilk him of his babiesâ to get themselves pregnant, and he is like nono please donât get pregnant but he canât do anything about it? Thank you đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»đ«đ«đ«đźâđš
i creamed my pants reading this
Drabble: You milk Cillian of his babies
Pairing -> sub!cillian murphy x dark!reader
Warnings: NON-CON, DARK!, sub!cillian, breeding kink, dark!reader, age-gap (cillian's early fourties, reader's early twenties), next door neighbor!cillian, drugging, implied they met when reader was underage, use of little girl and good boy, slapping, hair pulling, biting
Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.
Cillian Murphy didn't think that you were capable of thisâhis sweet next door neighbor, that innocent little girl who used to cling to him like a shadow, the one that asked for help with homework, the one that had now drugged and tied him to a chair, hands and legs bound, as you rode him to no end.
"You're getting older," you mused as Cillian cried. "Gotta do it now."
The sensation was too much for him to handle. Heâd thought about it before, much to his shame, but not like this. Not you stealing orgasm after orgasm out of him, biting his neck and pulling his hair, with a wicked smile that made him feel like he was being tortured by the devil herself.
âPlease,â Cillian whined, trying to squirm away from the pain and pleasure. âPlease donât do this, I canât get you pregnantâfuck!âyouâre too young.â
He could feel another orgasm coming. He was secretly hoping that you were on birth control this entire time, that this was all a cruel prank, but he knew deep down that you were serious.
You were raping him. You wanted him to breed you.
"I only did it cause you want it," you snapped, giving Cillian a light slap. âMmm,â you tossed your head back as you bounced, âsaw the way you looked at me. Dirty old man. Wonder what people will think when they see me carrying your child.â
Cillian shook his head. âNo, no, no. You have to get off. I canât. I canât.â
âYou can. Iâm probably pregnant already.â
âThen stop,â he begged. âStop it. Takeâtake the ropes off. I wonât be mad, I promise.â
âWeâre not done yet,â you moaned. âOh, Cilly! Needâa take your cum, every last fucking drop.â
"P-please, I can't take it anymore.â He felt like he was about to collapse. He couldnât keep up with your stamina. âJus' a little break,â he pleaded.
âTired?â you teased.
âYes.â
âI guess Iâm too much for you.â You laughed. âYou better get used to this.â
Your face fell once you noticed tears streaming down his cheeks. âNo, donât cry.â You wiped them away. âDonât you love me?â
Cillian felt like he was backed into a corner. Why was he still feeling soft towards you? He should be angryâlivid, even. But he couldnât, not towards his little girl.
âI do.â
âAnd youâll be there for our child? Youâll marry me, right?â
"Yeah," Cillian whimpered, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. "You know I will. I'll always take care of you.â Even as you hurt him, took advantage of him, he couldnât help his feelings.
"Good boy,â you said, a pleased look on your face. âIâm so lucky youâre mine. Nowâstay still, stop wiggling, and let me milk your cock.â
who is more likely to rape you hcs â cillian murphy edition.
warning: noncon!!! this blog is fucked up, and i make no apologies. read at your own risk. i post whatever i want, so donât waste your time if you canât handle it. also, english isnât my first language.
thomas shelby - tommy has a lot of mental problems â and it got worse when he lost his wife. thatâs a good reason for him to fuck a helpless girl if he got the chance at the right moment. whatâs more, he would see your body as free to use. whenever he got horny or stressed at work, youâd have to make him feel better. âyou asked for this.â â âitâs your fault.â â âyou can fucking handle it.â
neil lewis - neil is an absolute pervert, but he doesnât seem like he would actually touch you. heâs the type who gets hard the second his eyes fall on your body, hiding from you as he loses himself in his fantasies. when he finishes, he probably feels guilty and disgusted⊠but the next time, he canât help himself and does it all over again. the most he could do is cum on your face while youâre sleeping. â âiâm sorry, iâm closeâ â âjust a little more, it feels so goodâ â âplease, just once more.
jackson rippner - if youâre were drunk, he would be the first to take advantage of you. â jackson seems like the kind of guy who watches porn in private browsing and is into really creepy stuff. the more you cry, the closer he gets to cum. heâd use the word ârapeâ over and over again.
A/N: sorry for making it so short :( ipromise iâll make more later â i just want to make sure this idea works.
â Pairing: Perv Stepbrother!Neil Lewis X stepsister!Reader
â Warnings: smut, pervy Neil, hanjob, dub-con but not really, indifference, age gap (both off age), shitty writing, curses
â Summary: Neil receiving a handjob on the sofa while his stepsister looks at her phone.
â Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Been working on this things since weeks now... it's shit and I'm sorry. đ€·đŒââïžđđŒââïž
A small snort left Neil's lips, he was getting bored for the first time while watching one of the movies he usually liked to watch.
It had been a while since he broke up with Violet and he missed a bit... that thrill mixed with adrenaline. He certainly wasn't the Neil he once was, not even in the way he wishedâ especially when he thought at his step sister.
The young woman had been such a little tease lately.
The possibilities that she was it while Neil was in the relationship were pretty high but he was always too busy to actually notice and let his body react to it.... every day. Because it kept happening every single day since his eyes took her in, waking up his cock at the mere view of bit of skin.
He blamed it mostly on the lack of sex in his life and the urge of fisting his lenght to make time and stress go away.
Y/n, his mother's new boyfriend's daughter... aka his step-sister, was being a bother even though she was just sitting right besides him, her eyes locked on the phone rather than the TV.
His baby blue eyes couldn't stop wandering around her body, taking peeks at her cleavage and her short shorts she was wearing at homeâ and he was doing it again. Luckily they were all alone that day, no-one was around, so.... he could finally get what he craved so much.
The only issue that was stopping him from doing anything was the poor plan he had in mind... how could he start it all? he wondered silently.
A short mental battle and Neil shifted slightly closer, his face turned still towards the TV to pretend that he was watching the movie playing on it, as he spread slightly his thigh to brush it against Y/n's bare a couple of time to see if he received any reaction from her.
Receiving none he continued with the plan, taking her hand and placed it down on his lap casually, sending finally the message that he was trying to give her without murmuring it explicitlyâ he was so aroused, nearly thrilled... thrilled enough to twitch at the mere warmth of her hand.
Y/n not really, she was still cursing mentally for that drunk bet she had with him and her lost which causing her to fall in that absurd situation.
'That fucking perv' she thought while starting finally to move her hand, feeling his hard cock, pressing against his pajamas pants, with her little finger.
Her hand limited to only rub his thigh for the moment as she waited for him to lower his pants and free his lenghtâ her eyes never leaving the screen of her phone.
Neil glanced at her, his breath peaking up as he bit his bottom lip in anticipation too earger to actually move... just wanting her soft groomed hand to wrap around his thick long cock and lead the way to heaven.
She didn't even needed to glance in his direction to see what to do since her stepbrother's hand moved her own to wrap it around his leaking cock, allowing that way her eyes to stay glued to the screen.
His cock was hard, his skin soft and plesant to touch while his tip was of an angry red... as it let some pre-cum drip on her fingers as soon as she moved his foreskin.
"Oh fuck" Neil curses, biting harder his bottom lip as he watched her move her hand lazily, his hips jerking desperately up to meet her movements. The young girl had been able to give it just a couple of slow pumps before the older man wrapped his own big hand around her smaller one... so to guide her better and not allow her to tease him further.
His fingers intertwined with hers, his thumb caressed the back of her hand before he moved it off his cock, so that he could lean closer and spit on it as a lubricant to ease the handjob.
"Neil! You're fucking disgusting" Y/n cursed at his action, making a face at the odd feeling of his spit on the inside of her hand. He really was so gross sometimes.
"Fuck, say my name again" he breathed out overwhelmed by the situation, his hand guiding hers back around his lenght "Remember, squeeâ" he started, cursing softly as she interrupted him with her movements.
"Yes, yes... I know how you like it, now shut up" Y/n murmured, scrolling her phone while working his cock... her hand squeezing it teasingly while his rough action kept pleasuring him, her hand hitting his bases before moving fast back up to the tip... up and down, up.. and down.
His balls where already reacting, getting pulled up by the muscles as his breath got heavier, pathetic whines leaving his mouth.
"Don't stop, don't stop, fuck, Y/n!" Neil nearly cried, arching his back while fucking her hand faster, working on his balls with his own hand to reach faster his peak.
"Fucking hell, how much longer do you need?" Y/n's voice exclaimed making him shiver and whine while her other hand, which was previously holding her phone, slapped his hands away so that she could jerk him off faster and better... already without patience.
"Fucking pathetic" the younger woman murmured, cursing when his warm seed got shot... not only dirtying her hands but her face and top as well due to the bend over position she had been in.
drabble prompt: your bf cheats on you and you seek comfort from your stepbro
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, stepcest of course, mutual masturbation
note: itâs been like two months since Iâve written so Iâm sorry that Iâm rusty :,( I hate how inactive Iâve been but my writers block has been sooo bad. praying I get over this soon and start actually getting back on track. anyway, hope you like! *also not proofread*
âJesus, how could he do this to you?â Neil cooed empathetically as you sniffled. You couldnât believe your boyfriend went and cheated on you, after all youâd been through together.
Typically your first instinct would be to confide in your friends, but it was far too late in the night and you knew none of them would be awake. So, hesitantly, you sought solace in your stepbrother.
He accepted you in and surprisingly provided you the comfort that you so desperately needed at a time like this.
It started off innocent, he really was just trying to help. He brushed your hair out of your face then rubbed your back, inching his body closer and closer until your thighs touched.
One of his hands sat behind you, while the other lightly grazed the top of your thigh, assessing your comfort level before going any further. When he noticed you didnât push him away, he got more confident with his touches, his large palms massaging the soft skin.
âHis loss,â he purred as he leaned into your ear, âhe doesnât know what he had.â
You blush and briefly shift away, but continue to let Neil touch you while his lips brush against your neck. This was wrong, neither of you could avoid this. But youâd always thought Neil was attractive, and all you want right now is to feel desired, so why not just see where this goes?
Neilâs teeth graze your neck, he whispers that he has an idea.
His plan quickly leads to your thighs over top of his, your glistening cunt and Neilâs hard cock sit mere centimetres away from one another. Neilâs got his hand on your inner thigh, running his thumb against one of your lower lips. Your hand mirrors his, as you lightly grip his base with your fingers.
âGod,â he smirks at you, his eyes heavy with visible lust, âyour boyfriendâs a fuckinâ moronâ. He fucks his bottom lip between his teeth before moving inching his thumb closer to your folds, gently grazing it across your swollen clit.
An involuntary gasp falls from your lips at the contact, and your grip gets tighter around Neilâs cock in response.
He begins to rub slow circles against the sensitive nub, his eyes fixated on the way your cheeks flush deeper and your tits get harder.
He keeps rubbing, picking up his pace while his jaw goes slack. His thumb occasionally dips down to your opening, spreading around your arousal before bringing his attention back to the top. Youâd almost completely forgotten that you were meant to be touching him back, until you feel his free hand rest over yours, guiding your soft palm up and down his cock just how he likes it. You mutter a small, almost inaudible apology, before pumping him all on your own.
Neil groans, his head dipping back, his eyes stuck on your leaky little hole. The hand that was just guiding you now rests on your other inner thigh, squeezing and massaging the smooth skin.
âN-Neil,â you mewl as you spread your legs further, inching your hips impossibly closer to his, the heat radiating off of his body is driving you insane. âThis is bad, we gotta-â
Neil chuckles, taking his attention away from your clit to spread your lips apart, watching how it glistens and pulses for him. He dips his middle finger inside, your core eagerly accepts him in, clenching around him desperately as if sheâs asking for more.
âHow bad can it be if itâs got you this wet?â He taunts, âjust wanna make you feel better, thatâs all.â
He was undoubtedly making you feel better, the friction and warmth between your legs filtered out all of the unpleasant thoughts and emotions that were just racing through your mind.
As much as he likes your hand, itâs just not enough anymore. He suggests that maybe you should sit on his lap. Neil promises he wonât go inside, he just wants to feel you closer, itâs still just a little touching- isnât it?
You straddle his lap, his flushed cock sitting lewdly between your wet lower lips. He chokes back a moan, his knees bent and feet planted on the bed with his heavy hands resting on your hips. Slowly, you roll your hips, grinding your sex against his throbbing length. You dip your head back and moan while his tip bumps against your swollen clit, your arousal crudely coating his length as you pathetically rut against him.
âF-fuck âŠâ Neil chuckles breathlessly while he guided your hips skillfully, âyou need me so bad, baby.â
Your head tipped back down and your lips found Neilâs. You donât kiss, but your lips touch as you pant into each otherâs mouths, mutually embracing the pure arousal dripping from each other.
âYeah,â you whine weakly, your voice all high and breathy, âneed more, need you.â
He groans as pre leaks from his tip, he was so set on not fucking you tonight, but the wetter and more insatiable you got- the harder it was to deny these urges.
âMaybe just the tip,â he pants with a grin.
â
I donât feel confident about this .. like at all .. but I Need to get the ball rolling somehow. Iâll be going through my requests and seeing if anything can reignite my motivation. Wish me luck !!
anon: hello! how are you? i was wondering if you could do something like neil lewis having an inexperienced younger gf, she wants to have sex with him and he teaches her everything she should know (even if we all know the only experience neil has is from porn lol)
Pairing: Older Neil Lewis x younger fem reader!
TW: loss of virginity, semi-public sex, fingering, swearing!
âWould you look at her ?â Jason leaned into Johnathan as they watched you browse the classic comedy section.
âLike youâd have a chance with her.â Johnathan rolled his eyes at his friend.
You were busy looking over the shelves of movies when a tap on the shoulder caught your attention. You turned a little to see the man who had been eyeing you since you walked in standing there with something like a smile on his face.
âYou know thatâs a good movie you got there!â He pointed to the dvd in your hand and you raised an eyebrow.
âItâs my boyfriendâs favorite!â The word boyfriend stung him like a bee as you turned back around to go look at the horror section.
âTold you so.â Jason hit his friend on the arm just as Neil walked out of his office whistling.
âWhatâs got you in such a good mood today?â Jason asked Neil who was carrying a box full of new dvds to display. Before Neil could speak he seen you standing there holding the Wolf-man in your hands. He set the box down on the counter by the cash register, double checked his hair and made his way over to you.
âDo you need any help pretty girl?â
âListen you creepâŠâ you turned quickly with a balled fists before you realized it was Neil. Your jaw dropped a little before you tilted your head with a pout on your lips. âIâm sorry baby, I thought you were the guy who just tried to hit on me!â Neil furrowed his eyebrows before looking in the direction of his friends who quickly turned back to the movie on the tv.
You grabbed his arm making him look back at you. You leaned in forward and pressed your lips into his and Neil wrapped his arms around your waist before sneaking his hands down to your ass to give it a squeeze. A giggle left your mouth which allowed Neil to slip his tongue into your mouth. Both of you swirled your tongues around slowly tasting each other until the sound of someone cleaning their throat brought the reality of the situation back to life.
âNow which one of those boneheads hit on you?â Neil tossed a look at his friends.
âDonât worry about it, why donât you remind them and everyone who I belong too.â Your fingers trailed up Neilâs arm making him blush deep red because even though Neil was an older man he still had a crush on you. A sweet innocent thing like you head over heels for him? He still would pinch himself. The feeling of your nails scratched the base of his neck brought him back to the matter at hand.
âI think thatâs a great idea.â Neil grabbed your hand, pulled you down the hall and into his office before pushing you up against the wall. His eyes scanned yours and he got lost in how they shined. Your hands ran down his back while the two of you shared a messy kiss full of tongue and teeth hitting each other. The sound of your heart pounding filled your ears as Neilâs hands grabbed at your waist squeezing them hard before he pulled away to smother your neck with wet kisses.
âNeil⊠pleaseâŠâ you whimpered out.
âPlease what baby?â
âFuck me.â
Neil stopped dead in his tracks as he tilted his head. He couldnât believe his ears. You actually asked him to fuck you! The two of you had been together for almost a year and the most you two have ever done is mutual masturbation and he had fingered you a few times but you wanted to wait to see if he actually loved you or if it was just for sex.
âAre you sure? You know I wonât do it unless you really want it .â Neil pressed his forehead against yours, cupped your chin and made you look into his eyes. His thumb ran across your bottom lip to which you took your chance and wrapped your lips around it making him groan. Neil watched you suck softly on his thumb which made his cock twitch because heâs always wanted you on your knees for him, sucking him dry but this wasnât about him it was about you. Your eyes looked so innocent while sucking his thumb but Neil couldnât take it anymore not unless he wanted to cum in his pants right there.
Neil took back his thumb which made you pout a little before he sat you on his desk. His hands cupped your face again before kissing you hard. Neil could never get enough of your kisses.
Your fingers tangled up in hair as you pulled him closer to you closing any space that was left between your bodies. Neil licked your bottom lip before properly kissing you. His lips moved down your jaw, across your neck and stopped at your cleavage before helping you take off your shirt and bra.
âYouâre so pretty.â His hands grabbed your breasts and squeezed them softly before lowering his head so he could wrap his warm mouth around your perky nipple while his fingers rolled around the other. Neil has had his fair share of playing with boobs but that was his expertise area. Now just because Neil was fifteen years older didnât mean he knew what he was doing since heâs only had two girlfriends and many nights alone with his hand.
Neil kissed down your stomach until he was between your legs. He had seen your cunt many times but it was still his favorite thing to look at when he had the chance. His index finger slowly ran up and down your lips before he licked his finger and slid it inside of you.
âNeil!â You gasped.
âI got you baby.â His face disappeared between your legs as he fingered you slowly. He looked up at you while his tongue lapped over your pussy making you squirm on his desk.
âFuck ! Neil!â Your fingers gripped onto the edge of his desk. Neil licked faster at your wet cunt while his nose bumped against your clit. He was busy enjoying your scent and taste to notice the fact that he never shut the door to his office all the way but you had and yet you didnât care, it added to the excitement. While Neil was busy eating you out, his free hand had found its way into his pants and slowly Neil jerked himself off to make sure he was ready to go.
Neil gave a soft kiss to your clit before he stood up, dropped his pants and licked his lips. Your eyes felt heavy as you watched him spit onto his hand and wrap it around his cock. Neil leaned closer into you before planting a big kiss on your lips that made you giggle.
âItâs probably going to sting a little bit, but I got you okay?â His voice was filled with reassurance. His fingers stroked your cheek soothingly before he held his cock, lined the head up to your folds and slowly pushed in.
âNeil!â
âShh baby, itâs okay! Itâs okay.â He pushed the head all the way in making you whine as you squeezed your eyes shut, gripped his arms and took a deep breath. Neil didnât move, he waited until you were ready. He brushed some hair out of your face until you opened your eyes and nodded. Neil pushed his cock in you inch by inch until he was all the way in making you feel full. He waited again until you were comfortable. You opened your eyes to see a soft smile on his lips as he stayed perfectly inside of you, letting you just take in the moment.
âIâm ready Neil.â You reached up weakly to touch his face before he kissed your hand and slowly started to thrust into you. His thrusts hurt at first but soon enough became enjoyable. Neil held onto your hips and grunted as he picked up the pace. âFuck! Neil! Thatâs .. fuck yes.â You moaned as he squeezed your hips. Neil couldnât believe he was actually fucking you!
âYouâre so much better than porn.â He blurted out making you laugh.
âIâd sure hope so!â You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss that ended with the two of you mixing your tongues together as he pulled you up to sit you up straight as he thrusted faster . As much as Neil wanted to go harder, he didnât want to hurt you. He was gentle with you while he covered you in messy kisses. His teeth sank into your neck like a vampire to make sure everyone would see who you belonged too. The sounds of your wetness echoed as he looked down to watch his cock slide in and out of you while you locked your legs around his waist.
Neil as in heaven. You were an angel! Such a filthy angel who was taking his cock so well. The way you were moaning and whimpering, squeezing his cock with you tight, wet, warms walls, the way youâd gasp when the head of his cock hit that soft spot inside you he wasnât going to last. He sucked on your nipples again making you cry out his name. Your nails dug into his pale arms as he adjusted your hips so he could go deeper. There were a few times where his cock slipped out and he had to put it back in. He didnât care though, he loved fucking you.
âNeil, please! Iâm going to cum.â You moaned loudly.
âCum for me baby! Cry out my name!â Neil slowed down his thrust but went just a little harder.
Your hand snaked down to rub your clit but Neil smacked it away and rubbed circled on it with his thumb as he looked into your eyes. He could see the mixture of lust and innocence lurking in them making him groan.
âNeil! Just like that! Please fuck! I need to cum.â
âGo on baby ! Cum all over my cock. Be good for me and cum yeah!â
Your orgasm hit you more intensely than it had before. Your thighs and legs shook as you held onto Neilâs arms making your knuckles turn white while you cried out his name. Tears ran down your face, heart beating fast as you squeezed his cock hard as you creamed all over his cock getting some of it on his pubic hairs that were covering his balls.
âFuck baby! Youâre squeezing me so tight! Fuck!â Neil was on the edge and quickly pulled out before he pumped his cock with four quick strokes and came all over your bruised thighs. Your mouth hung open with little pants falling out while you watched him cum. Neil heavily panted before he gripped your arms and kissed you softly.
âFor someone whoâs use to porn, you sure had an ideaâŠâ you smiled up at him making him squish your cheeks together before planting another kiss.
âYou have to learn somehow!â Neil pulled you up onto your wobbly feet and helped you get cleaned up. He got himself back together before he brushed your hair a little but it would be obvious what the two of you had just did in his office. As the two of you walked out everyone turned to look at the two of you with some looks of horror, some full of curiosity and some that just couldnât believe it.
âFlirt with her again, I dare you.â Neil smacked his friend upside the head as you laid your head on his shoulder. âSheâs my girl and only mine.â
could you write a fic about any cillian character, of ur choice, were its the readers first time and he is really sweet and gentle? Luv your writings btw!!!
Any character, you say...? đ Well, then I guess it's time to take a shot at my white whale. I love zombies, I love 28 Days Later, and I love Jim. I have been somewhat avoiding writing for him because I didn't feel like I had any strong concepts for a fic, and I struggle to get his "voice" right in my head for the dialogue. But gosh darn it, the world needs more Jim fics. And I feel like this prompt just fits him. Thank you for the request, anon, and for giving me the push I needed!
Morning Light
Pairing: Jim (28 Days Later) x Reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Summary: In a rare moment of peace in a strange new world, you and Jim find comfort in each other's arms.
Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity (for reader, not Jim), oral (f receiving), praise, brief mention of past attempted sexual assault (basically what happens in canon), for the purposes of this fic we're gonna pretend that Jim doesn't get shot in the stomach lmao
***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***
Jimâs lips taste like something you canât quite put your finger on. Whatever it is, it has you swooning. Dizzy with desire as you inhale; trying to steady your breath while your hand trails down over his bare chest.
âWe really donât have to,â he murmurs.
âI know,â you reply. âBut I want to.â
You lean in for another kiss. Bodies pressed so tightly together, laying on the rickety little bed in the tiny cottage you now call home, you truly do want nothing more. Jim, stretched lazily out beneath you, brings a hand up to cup your face and deepen the kiss. Your senses swell with that scent, whatever it is, and your eyes flutter closed against the light that streams in through the windows.
âAre you sure?â he asks, pulling away again, just enough to speak.
His nose still brushes softly against yours, and his thumb trails over your cheek. You feel yourself melt deeper into his touch, almost too distracted to remember to respond.
âIâm sure.â
âBut⊠really? So soon afterâŠâ
You know what heâs about to say. What he doesnât want to remember; choosing instead to let himself trail off as he smooths his fingers over your jawline. But that - that horrible thing that almost happened - is all part of the reason why you want Jim so badly. You want your first time to be with him. To be special; with someone you truly care for.Â
Years and years ago, when all of your friends had been so desperate to grow up and run headfirst into their sexuality, you had been content to wait. But now, things have changed. Being alive suddenly feels fragile and impermanent, and your dangerous encounter with the soldiers has taught you that life doesnât wait for you. Nor does it wait for that perfect moment.
Although, this moment here with Jim does feel somehow perfect. Jimâs body against yours is warm, and even with both of your sweaters flung over the side of the bed, you feel a heat washing over your chest as Jim wraps his strong arms around you a little tighter.
âJim, are you really the nervous one here?â You laugh, your voice a bit airy and high as it betrays your own nerves.
âMânot nervous,â he scoffs. âIâm just⊠I donât want to hurt you, or force you into anything.â
You let your body sink into his. Jim pulls you even closer, pressing your weight into his chest. Your forehead rests lightly against his, noses still touching as you laugh again.
âGirl gets you naked in bed like this, and you still think youâre forcing her?â you tease.
âWell, fair.â Jim relents. âYou were the one who took off my clothes.â
Jim nuzzles into another kiss as he speaks, breaking some of the tension and making you clutch at his chest. This time, his lips linger against yours a little longer, parting just slightly so the tip of his tongue can dart out. You feel the ache inside of you deepen, your body calling out to his.
âBut youâre sure, though?â Jim asks again. He moves his hand to your shoulder, steadying you. âYou do want to? We donât have t-â
His words are cut off by your hand drifting lower, until your fingers are wrapped tightly around him. Despite Jimâs insistence that you donât âhave to,â itâs abundantly clear that he wants to.
His skin is like silk under your fingers. Your hand moves slowly up and down, coaxing him on as you bite at his lip. Jim breaks the kiss to lean his head back into the pillow, eyes still shut as an expression of bliss overtakes his features.
âOkay - youâre sure you havenât done this before?â he jokes, one blue eye cracking open to look at you.
You try to contain a laugh.
âDonât flatter me,â you tease back. âItâs probably just been months since youâve gotten anyâŠâ
âOuch, insulting my masculinity and yet she still expects me to fuck her.â
Jim meets your sly look with one of his own, just as your expression crumbles into embarrassment. His smirk quickly turns into a smile, seeing the effect his words have.
âAnd she likes a little dirty talk, does she?â
Your face heats up even more, and Jim kisses the tip of your nose.Â
âSorry, love. Just canât resist teasinâ ya,â he hums.
Despite your inexperience, you feel certain that youâre not supposed to feel this flustered. But, Jim has that effect on you. He always has. The pressure thatâs been steadily building between your legs suddenly feels even more uncomfortable.
âHaving second thoughts?â Jim laughs as you wriggle against him.
âYou wish,â you challenge, pressing your nose against his a bit harder.
Suddenly, Jim grabs your waist and flips you over, so that his weight is pressed over you. He sinks a kiss into the hollow of your neck - still gentle, but with a hint of lust now thatâs becoming impossible to ignore.
âGuess I might as well just give in if yâwant it so badly,â Jim whispers, his breath fanning hot against your chest.
His words send a thrill of excitement through you; bursting out from your lungs and rushing all the way down to your toes. You bring your hands up to his shoulders, clinging to him as he pulls away from you. Youâre confused for a moment, until he looks up into your eyes as he sinks lower down your body.
âHowâs this?â Jim starts. âFirst Iâll eat you out, anâ then we can see how youâre feeling.â
The air seems to catch in your throat, but you nod. Jim plants a soft kiss on your stomach before drifting lower, hands parting your legs so that he can settle in.
âLucky me,â Jim says, taking a long look at you. âPretty face and a pretty pus-â
âJim!â you cry, covering your face with your hands.
He kisses the inside of your leg, teasing with a gentle nip of his teeth.
âAh, donât get all shy on me, now,â he murmurs.
You look down to see a devilish glint in Jimâs eyes, staring back up at you. Theyâre so blue, you think you could drown in them. But, you fight to shake yourself out of the trance.
âItâs hard not to when youâre⊠looking at it,â you complain, laughing nervously.
âHey, donât be embarrassed - I mean it. Youâre beautiful.â
Your cheeks burn hotter than ever as Jim continues.
âEvery part of you is beautiful.â
He kisses your leg again, and before you have a chance to respond, his lips have moved over your core, and you gasp. Jimâs mouth is warm and wet; his tongue pressed flat against you as he gives you a moment to get used to the sensation. Itâs so different from anything youâve ever felt. Of course, you had touched yourself there before - but Jimâs tongue is nothing like the rough pads of your fingers. Itâs so soft, and you feel yourself sink further into the mattress, prompting a low creak from the ancient bedframe.
Jimâs tongue moves just a centimeter, brushing up against your clit as he sucks gently into his mouth. You canât help the soft sigh that leaves you, or the way your fingers grab onto the bed sheets, fabric bunching up in your grip.Â
âHowâs that feel, love?â Jim asks, breaking away.
âItâs⊠wow,â you answer, already a little out of breath.
âRave reviews,â Jim jokes, smile creeping back over his face. âTell all your friends, yeah?â
You have half a mind to shove him, if only you could find the willpower to reach down between your legs. As it is, all you can do is let out another breathy sigh. Your body feels strangely heavy, and you use every ounce of your strength to move your hips down toward him.
âJim⊠more,â you plead.
You expect him to make another quip, but instead, you feel his tongue press against you again, the fan of his breath tickling you as he sighs happily. Your fingers curl, and your back arches. One of Jimâs hands comes up to find yours, peeling your fingers out from the blankets so that they can intertwine with his. You squeeze his hand, feeling yourself grow more and more desperate as the swirl of new sensations overwhelm you.
âJ-Jim-â
You barely get to start your sentence before the pleasure reaches its peak, washing over you like the rays of soft sunlight still pouring in through the windows. Your sharp cry turns into a gasp, breath hitching as your whole body seems to buzz. Jimâs hand in yours anchors you, as his lips kiss you gently through your release.
When he sits up, Jimâs face is just a bit too smug.
âWhat are you smiling at?â you groan, throwing your head back into the pillow to stare up at the ceiling.
âMaking you feel good,â Jim answers sincerely.
He kisses his way back up your body, finally pressing his lips to your shoulder and leaving another small bite.
âHow are you feeling?â he asks.
You sigh, letting all of the air leave your lungs. The pause lingers for a brief moment before you answer.
âLike Iâm floating.â
âThat good, huh?â
You can practically hear the smirk in Jimâs voice. Weakly, you bat at his arms.
âDonât get all cocky,â you warn.
âI thought thatâs what you wanted.â
Jim really is unbearable. You look at each other for a moment, Jimâs eyes fixed intently on your face, while you can still hardly focus on whatâs in front of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
âStill want to keep going?â Jim asks you.
âMmmm,â you sigh, nodding your head.
Jimâs hand slides down to cup your sex, one finger brushing against your entrance. He leans up to kiss you properly, pausing at the feel of your tongue in his mouth as you press past his lips. Whatever you had tasted there before was gone; replaced by your own slightly tangy arousal. Jim groans, and a deep hum fills your mouth.
âLet me know if you want me to stop,â he whispers.
But as soon as he pushes past your resistance, you know thereâs no chance of you stopping him. The stretch is too good. Youâve done this before to yourself, too - but your fingers are slender compared to Jimâs. His fill you up and have you nearly seeing stars as you cling to him, moving to grasp his arms for support.
âFeels good?â
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. The stretch only stings a little bit, and youâre so wet you barely even notice. The pleasure takes over as Jim pumps in and out of you, coating his finger with your slick.
âOne more,â you beg.
âBe patient,â Jim scolds, as he continues to slowly work you open. âTry to relax a bit more.â
You do; letting your body settle down onto the mattress. As you relax your muscles, trying to focus again on your steady breathing, Jim kisses the edge of your jaw.
âOkay,â he says. âTell me if this is too much.â
Despite your best attempts to loosen up, the addition of a second finger is just a bit painful, stretching you beyond anything youâve felt before. You jump, a little surprised, then relax into the feel of it.
âStill alright?â
âMmm-hm,â you reply, breathing slowly out through your nose.
âGood,â Jim breathes. âDoing so well for me, love.â
His words make you melt, and you feel yourself clenching around his fingers. Jim lets out a low moan.
âFuck,â he laughs. âYouâre gonna feel amazing. Canât wait âtil youâre wrapped around me.â
Thereâs that familiar heat on your face, rushing in as Jim makes your whole body burn with his words yet again. Not as filthy as before, but somehow the genuine lust in his voice is even worse. You feel him yearning for you; still pressed hard against your leg as he patiently stretches you out. You tilt your head back into the pillows, silently begging him to kiss your neck, and Jimâs lips press over your pulse.
âJim?â you sigh.
âHm?â
âCan you please stop stalling and fuck me now?â
You feel Jim smirk against your neck, clearly enjoying the fact that you have a dirty mouth, too - when you want to. He presses one more kiss to your collarbone.
âStalling, am I? First time Iâve heard a girl call it that.â
Jim laughs, briefly, and you feel his breath fan over you again.
âIâd ask if youâre sure youâre ready,â he taunts. âBut I really donât think Iâve ever made anyone this wet before.â
Youâre so turned on you almost forget to be embarrassed, but the feeling of Jim shifting to line up with your entrance is enough to make that burning heat creep over your cheeks again.
âAre you ready, though?â Jim asks, kissing you quickly before pulling back to let you answer.
âI am.â
You reach up to wrap your arms tight around him again as he sinks into you, pressing forward inch by inch. Your eyes widen by the time heâs halfway in, shocked at how it just keeps going. Jim feels your hesitation and stops.
âEverything alright?â he pants. Clearly, Jim is having a bit of trouble composing himself, too.
âItâs fine,â you reply. âJust⊠big.â
Jim laughs, a little more strained than usual as your walls press all around him.
âYouâll really have to stop stroking my ego like that if you want this to last more than five minutes, love,â he teases.
âJimâŠâ you start to complain.
âI know, I know. âShut up and fuck me,â she says,â Jim mutters. He presses into you a bit more, and a soft, desperate sigh leaves your lips. âOr at least, she would if she could think straight,â he continues.
Heâs right; youâre not thinking of anything other than him, and how heâs filling you up so completely. Stretching out your walls and touching places inside of you that you didnât know even existed, until now. Replacing the dull ache of your arousal with an unfamiliar pressure - but certainly not an unwelcome one.
âHowâs it feel?â Jim asks.
âItâs⊠different. Feels kind of weird,â you admit.
âOkay, you donât have to keep my ego in check that much,â Jim laughs. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, and then close. âBut, fuck, you feel so fucking good.â
Jimâs face dips down to your shoulder, and you can tell that heâs barely still able to hold it together. Although you had been joking earlier, youâre certain that it truly has been months for Jim. You canât say for sure when the last time he got laid was, but it had to have been before the start of everything. Poor guy. This is the perfect opportunity to mess with him. Call it payback for all the teasing.
âAlright,â you sigh, trying to keep your voice light and jovial. Itâs harder than it should be when your heart is pounding out of your chest. âI got what I wanted out of you; we can stop now.â
Jim groans above you, his forehead pressing even deeper into the crook of your shoulder.
âYouâre joking,â he whines, one hand gripping at your waist. His fingers tighten a little. âPlease say youâre joking.â
You stay silent, lips pursed together in a barely-contained smile. Jim pulls back to look at you, and instantly notices the smug look on your face.
âYouâre unbelievable,â Jim huffs, pressing his lips against your neck once again in a hungry kiss.
He pinches your hip, making you squirm. Jim steadies you, holding you in place as he plants another kiss on your lips, then pulls back.
âWe havenât even gotten to the good part yet,â he teases.
âYou mean the good part wasnât watching you almost cum all over the sheets just from eating me out?â
Now itâs Jimâs turn to be flustered, and you watch with delight as a soft dusting of pink crosses his cheeks.
âYouâd better watch it,â Jim says, squeezing you again. âI was gonna be gentle, you know. But if you keep this up, I might just have to fuck you silly.â
You giggle, the sound of your bright laughter filling the room. For a few seconds, the only thing in the world that matters is Jim. Every moment thatâs brought you here, no matter how painfully etched in stone, is worth it to be here with him.
âWill you, though?â you say, bringing Jimâs face a bit closer so yours can look into his eyes. âBe gentle?â
âOf course,â Jim hums, leaning down to kiss your soft lips. âAre you still feeling okay?â
âYesâŠâ
And you are. You've gotten used to the stretch, and the strange pressure has built into a need that has you fighting to stop yourself from pushing up against Jimâs hips, desperate for friction.
âYou sure?â Jim asks, sensing that something has been left unsaid.
âI just⊠I want to feel you move,â you admit, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
Jim turns his head to kiss your temple, letting his lips hover over your warm skin.
âThat's the good part, love,â Jim teases. âWrap your legs around me,âkay?â
You do as he says, bringing your legs up to fold around his waist. It causes Jim to hit at a new angle inside you, and for a second you think about backing out. This feels like it could be too much; like he's able to press too deeply inside of you - and the thought of giving someone else so much of yourself is daunting.
But when Jim starts to move, gently and carefully, all of your worries disappear. The first few times he thrusts feel a bit strange, but soon, the feeling is making you lightheaded in the best possible way. Not to mention the way that the swell of his head seems to part you, making you clench at his absence and sigh in pure bliss when he fills you back up. You can feel every inch of yourself as he slowly rocks in and out, hips staying close to avoid overwhelming you.
âJim!â you cry, squeezing your legs around him a little harder.
âYou like it there?â he grunts, his voice gentle but laced with desire.
He changes his angle to hit the spot again, and this time your fingers press into his back. Jim kisses you, swallowing your moans as you feel yourself building toward your release. This time, with Jim pressing deep inside you, you feel yourself clamp down around him.
âGonna come for me again, pretty girl?â Jim whispers.
Your body is too rigid to even nod as you feel it finally wash over you - a wave of pleasure more intense than you can handle. You're panting and laughing all at once as Jim presses kisses all over your face.
âThat was incredible,â he praises, softly.Â
You look up to see him, his face framed so perfectly in the glow of the morning light. His lips are slightly parted, awe plainly written in the way his eyes trail over you. You have a sudden urge to run your fingers through his cropped hair, and press his mouth to yours.
But instead, Jim leans down to give you another gentle kiss. That taste on his lips is back again, slightly sweet and utterly addictive.Â
âEnjoy your first time, love?â Jim teases, pulling himself out of you with one final, toe-curling drag. He kisses you again, lips pressed firm against yours like thereâs truly nowhere else in the world heâd rather be.
You surface from your post-sex haze just long enough to be confused. Aren't these things supposed to end with a little more⊠bravado?
âJim, aren't you gonnaâŠ? Don't you want toâŠ?â
âNot this time, love,â he cuts in. âLike I said, don't want to hurt you.â
âYou wouldnât hurt me!â you protest.
Jim pauses, still hovering just above you. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his low voice getting a shade darker.
âMaybe not, but I do think I might break the poor bed if I let myself do everything I want to ya,â he murmurs.
âWe can sleep on the floor,â you say, responding without hesitation.
Jim laughs softly, trailing his fingers over the swell of your hip. He pulls back to look at you again, blue eyes swimming with lust.
âDon't worry, love - you look so good like this, I'm not gonna be able to resist it for long. But for nowâŠâ
Jim flops down onto the rickety bed, pulling you with him to rest on his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breath makes you feel calm, soothing you all the way down from your high. Jim brings a hand up to cradle your neck, pressing you into him just a bit more so that he can lean down to kiss your forehead.
As you lay there together, your eyes flutter closed.
âJim?â
âMm?â
âThank you.â
âFor what?â he scoffs.Â
Same playful Jim that you first fell for, weeks ago now. You can't help but smile, and snuggle up a bit closer.
âFor always being here for me,â you answer.
âOf course, love.â Jim's breaths are slowing down now, lulling you into the same sleep that he's quickly falling into. âAny time.â
You kiss him, lips pressing into his bare chest, and Jimâs arms squeeze you tightly. As the sunlight streams in through the dusty windows, blanketing both of you in its warmth, you realize just how lucky you are. You press an ear against his chest, listening to the thrum of Jimâs heartbeat.