Hellooo How About A Minho X She/her Reader Where Minho Has Been Hit By The Lightning And Hs The Scars

Hellooo how about a Minho x she/her reader where Minho has been hit by the lightning and hs the scars and one day Reader walks on Minho being half naked and she traces his scars and theres tension building up ;) THANK YOU

I love lightning scars Minho so absolutely.

This is a relatively new request, but I'm trying to get some of the easier ones done since I'm currently away.

And I just liked this idea.

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MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. After TDC in the Safe Haven. You're a Right Arm member because I just like the idea.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice, typical dumb horny teenage bullshit. That's it, really.

You're a member of the Right Arm.

You're not high-ranking or necessarily special. You just ended up tagging along after Vince came through the refugee camp you were staying at.

But that doesn't mean you don't do anything. You're bold and forward, and you went through life-risking measures to help WICKED's Subjects escape.

Because, well, everyone did.

That doesn't matter now, though. They're safe, you're safe - everyone is safe and everything is okay.

Well, kind of.

Trauma doesn't just vanish. But, people are getting on with their lives.

And so are you.

You've ended up befriending some of the Gladers. Originally, you were friends with Harriet and Sonya since they'd been around a while - and they introduced you to the boys. So, you've got your own little friendship group now.

You're particularly close to Frypan and have some friendly competition with Gally. But you like them all the same.

Well...

Almost.

You don't know what it is about Minho that has you in such a chokehold. Sure, maybe if you were some innocent girl from a Maze who didn't know how to act around boys, it would make sense. But you're not.

You've survived the Scorch and the land outside of the remainder of society. It's not like Minho is the first person you've ever been attracted to either. So, why does he make you feel like this?

Apart from the fact he is undeniably attractive.

You figure it's just dumb surface level physical attraction. And with nothing else better to do, you decide to test the waters a bit.

Glancing at him across the table as the bonfire dances and his friends chat, often meeting each other's gaze. He holds it longer than he should. He always does.

Always standing or sitting next to him; your arms or your knees brushing as neither of you make any effort to grow the distance between you.

Playful inside jokes that often have subtle suggestive undertones. Normally, in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it style that the other Gladers brush off or don't notice. This results in Minho smirking into his chosen beverage, drinking up your figure out of the corner of his eye.

It goes on like this for a while; just being in the same friend group with some subtle flirtations going on. It's actually kind of fun and a much needed way to relax.

But it doesn't actually go much further than that. And you're fine with that.

For a while.

The jokes start becoming more explicit. The eye contact becoming less subtle. The closeness becoming drunken dancing instead of just standing together.

People are starting to notice.

The dumb attraction is starting to become actual feelings. He's brave and strong and funny and everything you want - and it's just making the sexual tension thicker.

God - it's getting bad. Anyone and everyone in a room with you two would be able to feel it.

The Gladers often tease Minho about it, talking about how he's one wrong move away from ripping your clothes off and cracking where he stands.

It's taking a lot of resilience from the both of you. Especially since you're both stubborn - it's become a silent game of who will crumble first.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" You're currently sorting out bedding and hauling different types of sleeping arrangements around camp. With Gally being put in charge of the Builders now, the huts are being thrown up like there's no tomorrow.

The Gladers and other Maze Subjects got the first available buildings, along with high up Right Arm members. You don't really mind, to be fair, you enjoy the hammocks and are happy to help the Gladers.

But as Thomas shouts you, you groan, turning around, blankets threatening to spill out of your hold. "Hey, Thomas. You good?"

"Yeah," something seems off about him as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, "I know you're already busy, but could you check on Minho for me?"

"Huh?" You tilt your head, concern immediately setting in. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"Uh," Thomas did not think this far ahead of his dumb plan. "Well, we just haven't seen him all day - seems kinda down. Figured you'd be the best person to speak to him."

This perplexes you. "Why me? You guys are closer."

And you could've sworn you'd seen Gally and Minho shoving each other about earlier today. Though, maybe you're just mixing up your days.

"Yeah, but he likes you, so..." You pause, farrowing your brows. He likes you? In what context? Like you know that he likes you. But... like, more than just the dumb flirting?

You shake it off. "Alright, gimme a second."

You dump the bedding off where it needs to be and make a beeline for Minho's hut.

Little do you know that Minho has just gotten out of the shower - and is completely fine. Thomas and Frypan decided they'd had enough of enduring the tension between you and this is the result that.

Reaching the door, it's slightly ajar, and in your concerned state, you, for some reason, decide not to knock.

"Hey, Minho, are you-?" You push open the door and immediately freeze.

Well, shit.

Minho stands with his back to you, loose sweatpants hanging off of his hips and he's without a shirt. He rubs his hair with a towel, freezing at your voice and turning slightly to look at you.

Which would be less awkward if you weren't in some kind of trance.

Minho is tall and muscular, and he doesn't have to be half naked for you to be aware of that. But, that's not what's stands out.

All over his upper body, mainly populating his back, are pinkish lines. They travel down his spine and split like webs across his back, some whisps creeping across his sides and grazing his front.

"You just gonna stare or ask me about it?" Minho says after a good few seconds pass.

What do you even ask?

"Uh, what... why..?" You trail off and Minho raises his eyebrow before scoffing.

"I got hit by lightning." He states matter-of-factly. "Ended up giving me some scars."

"When did that happen?"

"Out in the Scorch, just before we met Brenda and Jorge."

"And you never mentioned this?"

"Well, it didn't seem like a big deal," he smirks. "And I'm kinda enjoying the look on your face."

This kind of snaps you back into reality. You're here for a reason.

You clear you throat, closing the door behind you for more privacy just in case the ex-Runner is on the verge of a meltdown. "Are you... alright?"

"Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Minho is growing more concerned by the second. What is happening here?

"Well, Thomas said that something was wrong and asked me to talk to you."

Minho scoffs, putting the dots together and slowly nodding his head before rubbing his face with his hands. "Did he, now? Shuckin' slinthead. I knew they were up to something."

"Huh?"

"They're messing with you - us, even."

"Huh? Why would- oh! Oh."

Ah. That makes more sense. And is mildly mortifying.

"Yeah." Minho shakes his head, turning away from you again as he mumbles to himself. "Sorry, my friends are dicks."

"It's uh, fine. It's fine."

Your gaze falls back on Minho's chiselled form. He's practically mouth-watering.

And it's not like this is weird. You've been pushing each other's boundaries since day one. This could be another opportunity to see how far you can take things. I mean, he would if this were the other way around. So, with a sudden peak in confidence, you walk over.

Minho chucks his towel on his bed. "So, are you-?"

Minho doesn't even get the chance to finish his question as electricity sparks through him. Again. This time, not because he's nearly dying, but because your fingers graze his back.

His entire body stills, his mind immediately becoming foggy, and the hair on his arms stands on end.

"Do they still hurt?" You ask, your gaze focused on his skin and your voice low.

You're gentle in your moments, letting your fingertips barely tickle his flesh. But with the immediate and tense reaction, you're reminded that Minho is about as touch-straved as someone can get.

He's just good at hiding it.

"Uh, no, not really. They kinda feel weird sometimes, and I was really buggin' out about them when I first noticed them. But I guess I had bigger klunk on my plate." He tries to maintain his composure, but his voice wavers at several points.

You bring your hand higher, dancing across his spine and between his shoulder blades.

"Why were you buggin' out?" You've grown somewhat used to the Glader way of speaking.

He hesitates for a second, physically jumping when your other hand joins in, using your thumb to rub circles and pull at the scars threating to escape to his middrift.

"Well, I uh- shit," he mumbles the cuss word, stepping back more and into your touch, letting his head fall back. "I just... they just look weird, yanno?"

"I think they look hot."

Okay, you're becoming very bold.

"Hm? You think I look hot?" He asks, half-looking over his shoulder at you, not wanting to fully turn around and lose the feeling.

"That's not what I said."

"That's what I'm askin'."

You blink at him, watching his lopsided smile creep across his face.

In a game of confidence - Minho will always win.

Which means trying to play it cool.

"I just think scars are interesting, they tell a story."

"Do you go around touching everyone's scars, then?" He cracks a wicked grin you can't see as he turns his head away again. "That might get you in a bit of trouble around here."

"Yeah, but not with you." It actually is genuinely fun tracing the patterns in his skin. You have one hand following one path and the other following a different one.

"Oh, yeah? How do you know that?"

"Because you like it."

He peers at you again, his face suddenly serious and his tone lower than before. "You're really starting to push it, yanno that?"

"Push what?" You tilt your head, pretending to play innocent.

"You know what."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"So, you're just feeling me up because you think my scars are hot?" He scoffs. "That's what's happening here?"

You think for a second. Fuck it. "Yep."

"Well, there's more scars if you wanna touch them?"

Your eyes flicker to his face, letting your arms fall from his skin. He turns around, holding his hands behind his back, he rocks on his heels.

From his back, travelling to his front are smaller webs of the scarring. At first glance, you thought they only reached around his sides, but now you're realising there's thinner, less noticeable branches trailing across his abs.

He presses his lips into a thin line, almost like he's calling your bluff. Because this is the game you've been playing. Pushing each other. And you've pushed him so he's pushing you.

Though, this very well might end up being the breaking point.

Too stubborn to back down, your hand connects with his stomach area. He flinches, but very quickly relaxes again. You gently run your fingers across the lines and the curves of not only the remains of the electricity, but of just his body.

Your eyes flicker to his face as you expect him to make some cocky comment about how that's not a scar. But he doesn't. His eyes are fixated on your hand.

It's a feeling he's never really experienced before - watching someone enjoy him. Someone touch him with such care. With such want. Someone touching him like this at all is new.

And it's you.

You're the one touching him.

You.

And that's making it so much worse.

He doesn't make any effort to hide or stop the tightening sensation in his pants or the way his chest is rising and falling. His mind is falling into complete fog; he feels like he's taken something he probably shouldn't have.

You notice it, too.

"Minho-?"

"Shut up," he says almost immediately, eyes finally meeting yours. His pupils are wide and his eyelids heavy. "This... this isn't fair. You can't..."

He seems a strange mix of stressed and turned on.

"Okay, I'll stop," you pull your hand away, but he immediately grabs it, laying it flat against his middrift. "Minho?"

"Don't," he mumbles. "Don't stop." He can't look at you properly.

God, what's happening to him?

"Look," he continues, trying to gain some sort of clarity for a second. "If you're just messing around, that's fine, but leave now, okay? 'Cause this is getting cruel."

His words and the way he's acting is sending heat straight to your core. You step towards him, your faces inches apart.

"Are you caving, Minho?" Your voice is sultry as your hand slides further down his front.

"Are you?" He responds, leaning in further, your noses brush and you can feel his breath on your face.

"We can't keep doing this, yanno? One of us has to break eventually." You mumble, practically into his lips.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

"Shuck it," his hands come to your waist, yanking you closer as he finally kisses you. You squeak from the force behind it as you throw you arms around his neck, clawing into his back to try and steady yourself.

It takes a matter of seconds for Minho to spin you around, pushing you onto the bed, both of you tangling together. Desperation sets in fairly quickly.

Minho's hands under your shirt as you try to pull it over your head. His lips on your neck and chest as he slips a hand under you, trying to yank your jeans down. You leave stains on his skin from your nails.

It's a blur of emotion and hormones.

Then Minho hesitates as he sits back. At first, you think he's just admiring you as you lay in your underwear, but there's something else.

"You good?" You ask, becoming concerned.

"You know we're not gonna be friends anymore if we do this, right? Like the flirting and klunk is fun, but this is different. We can't take this back. A-and I've never done this before. I don't wanna shuck up our friendship or make things weird."

You blink at him before sitting up. He watches you as you move onto your knees and kiss him again.

"I don't wanna be your damn friend, Minho. Take the hint."

It's like there's a light behind his eyes, a smile creeping across his face, but unlike his usual cocky smirk, it's soft and warm and genuine.

He pecks your lips. It's sweet and unusual for him. "You wanna be more than friends, then?"

"Yeah," you chuckle, "but I'm sure we can worry about that later. We're a bit busy right now." You wrap your arms around his neck again, lightly touching the scars on his back. He grins at you, connecting your lips again as he pushes you down.

He pulls away, his teeth brushing your ear lobe as he lets out a low chuckle.

"Sounds like a good plan."

Here ya go, another spicey Minho piece for y'all.

I hope you enjoyed :))

Kinda smutty but: Imagine the Sinclairs in a craze for you…

Vincent coming up behind you and wrapping his string arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck, kissing your skin, loving you. He whimpers lightly until you look at him. He stops and kisses your lips, holding you closer and tighter until you melt away. He spins you around and lifts you up; you weigh nothing him. He kisses until you both pull away breathless. You hold his face and rests against his forehead, hanging your arms over his shoulders as he carries you to his bed. Vincent lays you down and treats you like royalty, taking everything nice and slow, rough and tender. He loves you so much that he doesn’t know what to do sometimes besides being near you.

Lester lifting you up to sit on his tailgate so he could rest his head in your chest, hands running up and down your thighs before warping you in a warm embrace. Your hands taking his hat off so you can play with his flatten curls while his kisses linger down your jaw over your neck. He just wants you in his arms and litter you with so much kisses while mumbling “I love you” the whole time. Then he cups your cheeks and kisses you deeply and passionately, bruising your lips until they’re numb. His hands fall over your breast and massages you, whispering your name like a prayer, and he praises you like you’re his god. He’s so much in love with you that it drives him over the edge sometimes.

Bo having a bad day and just sees you coming to the shop with a jug of sweet peach ice tea. Him just meeting you in front of the shop to lift you up by your legs and smash his lips against yours. He wants you more and more, deeper and deeper the pit in his chest grows for you. He smiled against your lips and sits you on the front counter, kissing your neck, nipping at your skin, repeating “mine; all mine” until he’s so drunk off your scent he can’t stop staring at you, and his hands are so focused on rubbing your arms, thighs, neck. His lost eyes closing as he leans into your hands, kissing the palms and starts praising you for every little thing you do. “Le’me worship you, darlin’,” he’ll drawl, his southern voice so deep and heavy as he kisses you again. “Need you, sweetheart. Need ya bad.” And he lifts you up again only to carry you to a tailgate in the shop, lowering you down, kissing and marking you all over because he wants more and more and more of you. Bo loves you so much that he would burn for you, kill for you, die for you, hunt for you— everything he does, he’ll do it for you until you tell him to stop.

Spit In My Face 1

◥ PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: New York Fashion Week is coming up and you are going to visit your first fashion show in the company of Patrick Bateman himself. The chain of events that happen there will reveal a new side of Mr. Bateman that you never knew he had.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │seduction, fingering, nipple play, finger sucking, oral (reader receiving), spanking, biting, choking, orgasm control, overstimulation, dry humping (kinda), heavy Daddy kink, mild degradation & size kinks, pet names, dirty talk, toxic and possessive behaviour, Patrick being a d*ck.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 4.3k

◥ A/N: This is the first part of my planned trilogy about Cupcake's angsty but hot adventure with Daddy Patty. I was inspired by this edit, I hope you like it!🥰

◥ SONG REC: ThxSoMch - Spit In My Face🖤

◥ LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Fashion, grace, money, wealth, these were the words running through your head as you rode in the taxi, and you couldn't believe Patrick had just convinced you to go to the goddamn Dior boutique. Not to mention the upcoming fashion show you were going to together, which was an actual nightmare for you and your nervous system.

“I really can’t understand. Why me?” You asked Bateman, turning in his direction to see him looking through the window, with his headphones on. And of course, he didn’t hear you. 

All you could do was give him a shy tap on the shoulder. You heard the loud beats of rock music as he opened one of his ears and turned to face you: "What?"

His slightly annoyed intonation almost discouraged you from repeating your question. "I'm just wondering why you decided to invite me to this fashion show when you have much better options." 

You watched him frown, and before you continued, you already knew what Patrick was going to say: "Cupcake, I've told you several times. I want to show you the beauty of being rich. I bet you've never seen so many fabulous people in one place."

Sighing a little sadly, you fixed your coat to distract yourself from the burning anger in your chest. "I've had enough of the rich snobs in our company and…I’m not a fan of all these 'luxurious’ things, you know…”

With a small chuckle, Bateman removed his headphones completely, quickly checking his haircut in the window's reflection. 

"Of course you're not. How can you be a fan of things you can't afford?" He stated before trying to hug your shoulders, but when he saw your intense expression, he just gently put his palm on your knee.

"Money is not happiness," you cast a serious look at him, brushing his hand away from your leg. "Can you call yourself a happy man?"

Perplexed, Patrick knitted his eyebrows, as if your question had caught him off guard–you have never seen him so lost before and that was really strange. Fidgeting in his place, Bateman was certainly about to replay something when you heard the raspy taxi driver’s voice:

“We’ve arrived.”

"Thank you!" You responded before quickly getting out of the cab without waiting for Patrick to pay for your ride.

Obviously, you were upset and pissed off because of his endless snobbish dialogues about rich people, money and how much his regular suit cost - none of this really interested you, would he ever understand that?

As soon as you were outside, you felt a stiff wind blowing through your hair, ruffling it and making your mischievous locks cover your face. Quickly, you brushed them away and raised your eyes to the beautiful sign that read "Dior" in large letters; so stylish, so plush–just the way he liked it.

"Are you going to stand here forever?" Bateman scolded behind your back, his loud footsteps forcing you to spin around. 

"I'm so amazed, I can't even move," you sarcastically sneered, staring at the window of the boutique. "The aura of richness has just overwhelmed me."

"How witty," Bateman almost applauded you, his lips curling into a cheeky grin as he came closer, his muscular arms wrapped around your waist. "Come on, let's go inside." With a light push on your back, he induced you to move forward, his arms never left your little form. 

When you finally reached the entrance of the store, Patrick gallantly opened the door in front of you and looked at you from above, his eyes glowing with an unfamiliar tenderness.

"Much obliged-" You stammered as he somehow managed to grab your ass, stroking it and squeezing your buttock a little through your coat. Embarrassed, you turned to face him, but Bateman just smiled in his usual smug way. 

"My pleasure…" He murmured in your ear before letting you go. Once inside the boutique, you heard someone greeting Patrick with undisguised excitement:

"Mr. Bateman! It's so nice to see you again!  Welcome to Dior, we are so happy to help you."

Again, huh? You chuckled to yourself, turning your gaze to a side and wondering about the number of his visits and how many girls had been here before; Bateman’s face changed almost immediately as if he noticed your reaction.

“Thank you for the warm welcome, Mr. Graham,” you could definitely hear some tense notes in his tone. “You look great as always!”

The guy let out a little giggle; he seemed to enjoy the compliments as much as your yuppie boy. “Not as perfect as you!” he pointed his both index fingers at Patrick, and now was his turn to grin from being praised. “How can I help you?”

“Uh, I need a dress for…” he paused before staring at you, his eyes gliding over your completely relaxed expression. “For my good friend, but she doesn’t really know what she likes,” ‘good friend’, with whom he slept almost every day. Nice shot, Bateman. “Don’t cha, baby?” While saying that, Patrick groped your cheek, pinching it a bit.

Mr. Graham, who was supposed to be a local stylist, gave two of you a suspicious glare, and only then did Patrick understand what he was doing, pulling his hand away as if it had been burned. 

"Well, if the young lady doesn't mind, we can try something to your taste, Mr. Bateman," the stylist confirmed, examining you like a statue. "What do you think?"

"Great idea," Patrick exclaimed, pulling you into his arms to take off your coat. You almost fell into his embrace, whimpering as he 'accidentally' touched your boobs, squeezing them gently. Damn, he was insufferable. "I can't wait to see my Cupcake in one of these beautiful dresses." He whispered before leaving a tiny peck on your neck.

"That's very sweet of you, but..." you murmured, looking into his hazel eyes. "I don't think I'll fit into those dresses."

"Don't worry, honey." Bateman winked at you and gave you a quick slap on your butt to nudge you toward Mr. Graham, whose smile widened the longer he watched the two of you together.

“Please, follow me.”

Trying to distract yourself from all the bad thoughts, you just did what you were told and moved along countless hangers with new dresses. The further you got away from Patrick, the more insecure you became, and that strange feeling made your whole body shiver like from a cold shower.

“So, which color do you want to try on first? Maybe something dark?” the man asked you, sliding his hand across the beautiful fabric of some dress nearby. “Dark blue or dark red…Or even black?”

"I really like the black color, it goes with almost everything."

Mr. Graham chuckled amusedly and handed you a black cocktail dress, which of course was very short. Apparently, Patrick couldn't stand long dresses or skirts, you knew that already, but that didn't mean you were happy about it.

“Mm-mh, and I think this one can fit too,” he gave you another dark blue dress before adding: “I still recommend you to have a look at our new collection, maybe you’ll find something interesting.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you sighed and smiled sincerely for the first time of the day. "Those amazing dresses I saw when we just entered are from a new collection?"

“Yes, Miss.”

“I’ll check them out! And…Thank you, Mr. Graham.” Excited, you smile again, and then you strolled away, with a bunch of dresses in your hands.

Once you reached the place you had been before, you heard multiple voices–one of them definitely belonged to Patrick while another one seemed to be unknown to you.

"What are you doing here?" you peeked out from behind the hangers to see a beautiful blonde girl, her face literally glowing with enthusiasm. "I'm so glad to see you, it's been a while." You didn't even have to look to know what she did next as the loud pecking sound echoed in your ears as if you had been hit with something hard.

The blonde left a small kiss on Patrick’s cheek before he replied: “Nice to see you too, Meredith.”

“Are you here alone?”

“Mm-mhhm,” Bateman looked around and when he didn’t spot you, he added almost emotionlessly. “Yeah, you can say that.”

An instant pain burned in your chest, causing your hands to cling to the dress you were holding. Breathing heavily, you were about to send everything to hell and just leave, but for some reason, you decided to listen to their conversation, maybe you would learn something else about yourself being nothing but an empty place.

"So, are you going to the fashion show this weekend?" She asked cautiously, as if testing his line.

"Sure," they looked into each other's eyes for a while. "You know, I never miss those things."

The way she giggled, forced you to close your ears from cringe, but that unpleasant sound kept bouncing in your head.

“Patrick, do you have a date?”

"Why do you ask?" Bateman retorted in a stern but concerned tone.

"I just... I thought maybe we could go together?" Flirtatiously, she pulled him closer, pretending to fix his coat.

“I'm sorry, but the answer's no.” Frowning, he quickly removed her hand.

Abashed, she stepped back and faltered: “You could just say you already have someone to go with and-”

Patrick scowled in irritation, cutting her off: “I would still say 'no' even if I didn't-”

“Miss, did you find something to your taste?” Mr. Graham’s sudden voice made you flinch in your place and drop the hanger with a super expensive dress with a thud.

It felt like all eyes were on you at that moment, and you didn't really know what to do other than quickly pick up the dress and act naturally. “God, I’m so sorry…I can be so clumsy sometimes!” You apologized, trying to ignore Bateman’s intense gaze. 

“Don’t worry, Miss! It’s not a problem!” The stylist assured you, matching his words with soothing gestures.

"I'll pay for everything,” Patrick pronounced it so calmly and with absolute confidence, as he moved in your direction. “Have you finished?” 

First, you cast a confused glance at him, and then you looked at Meredith, her mad stare of disbelief almost making you laugh. “I think so,” you murmured, watching him getting closer. “I even got some of the new collection.”

“Ahh, is it so?” he teased, standing face to face with you. “Come on, let Daddy see what you’ve got.”

With that said, Patrick leaned over to your lips, and you let him pull you into a deep kiss, which was pretty surprising–your own behavior almost scared you, as you didn’t even care about people watching you making out. Deftly, he grabbed your waist to lift you up, but your audible protest compelled him to stop.

“Pat-Patrick…” you whispered against his mouth. “P-please, don’t forget where we are…”

“I know, I know,” he snickered softly, hiding his face in the curve of your neck. “I just missed my Cupcake so much.”

With a dull smirk on your face, you broke away from him to look into his dark brown eyes. “Really?” After you asked that, you glimpsed at the blonde girl behind his back, who was now speaking with some middle-aged woman, probably the assistant.

“Time literally stopped for me when you left.” 

What a beautiful flattery.

After a while, you were changing into the next dress, because all previous options didn’t get Bateman's attention whilst you really liked them. Huffing, you were struggling with a clasp when you heard him lamenting in anticipation.

“Baby, did you fall asleep in there?”

“Almost ready!” You blurted out before fixing the dress straps on your shoulders.

And then, you went out from the dressing room to step onto the circular runway, and yes this boutique had a special zone for VIP clients with a fucking runway!

"Finally, my favourite type," Patrick flattered, sitting in the leather armchair and holding a glass of mineral water with a little lime. “Mm-mm, this dress outlines your tits so perfectly, Daddy likes.”

A bit humiliated, you were constantly fixing the hem of the dress as it was too short for you, especially when Bateman was looking at you so vigilantly, making you feel yourself like a picture in some art gallery.

“Baby, turn around and…” he paused and crossed his long legs, pressing a finger to his lips. “Stop crawling! Square your shoulders and straighten your back!”

Spinning around, you couldn’t help but grieved: “I… I don’t feel myself or even comfortable in this. It’s too short,” you glanced at his peeved face, doubting if you should continue your talking. “I’m almost naked!”

“That’s the point!” tilting his hand to the side, Patrick went silent for quite a while as he was definitely reflecting on something. “You know what, Cupcake?”

“What?”

“I’ll say frankly, this dress is amazing but… unfortunately, not on you,” he scoffed before taking a sip of water. “It’s not a problem, honey. Just take it as motivation to be better.”

Biting your lip, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't try to hide your pain and resentment, but your voice sounded dejected anyway: “Of course… keep pretending that you didn’t expect this…”

Humming to himself, Bateman squinted his eyes and leaned on his knees. “Expected what?”

“That these slutty dresses wouldn't fit me,” you glared at him, your body was yearning to get rid of this dress as quickly as possible. “Goddamn, I have enough of this…I hope you enjoyed this little performance!”

After saying that, you turned around and got into the dressing room once again. Shaking from anger, you didn’t even care about what would come next as the scorching flame of unfairness was overtaking your mind, no way on the Earth would you allow anyone to treat you like that. 

"Shit!" You cursed as you attempted to undo the fucking clasp on your back, but it didn't seem to work. 

"If you keep pulling like that, you'll tear it apart for sure," his unexpected raspy undertone shot through your back like an arrow. “Let me help you.”

“No!” You nearly shouted, sharply twisting around to face him. Your chest was rising and falling so abruptly, you thought you were going to choke from the luck of the air. 

Sneering, Bateman gently extended a hand as if you were a wild beast he planned to tame. “Cupcake,” he was getting closer, forcing you to walk backwards. “Tell me…what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” you kept stepping back until you suddenly bumped into the wall behind. “Maybe you should ask yourself first?”

“You better stop pouting or you will have wrinkles,” he was certainly trying to be cozy with you, but that was only making you more upset. “I think neither of us want that to happen, am I right, sweetheart?”

“Stop it, Patrick…”

“Mm-mhh, it’s just Patrick now?” you didn’t even notice that his vast form was already towering over you, pressing you a little against the wall. “No ‘Daddy’ anymore?”

Possessively, Patrick strived to cup your face, but you flinched away from his touch, coaxing a warning growl to break from his perfectly shaped lips.

 “Can you just leave and let me change?”

“Jesus, (Y/N)...you’re acting like a stubborn child!”

Gasping, you leaned your hands against his firm chest to distant him a bit. “Do you really think I’ll be in the mood...after all the rude things you’ve said?”

He chuckled, looking at you from above and giving you a feeling of being so small compared to him, you almost stopped breathing. “Rude things?” laughing again, Bateman trapped you between his arms as he put them from both sides of your head. “I always say what I think, there’s nothing special about it…”

"More likely, you always think only of yourself," your voice wavered, and you found it hard to breathe, as if he was sucking all the oxygen out of the air. “Let’s just skip this if you still want me to go with you-”

“No, I don’t need you to do me a favor.” Patrick shushed you with a finger, pressing it against your lips, leaving you trembling like a leaf. 

“And I don’t need your help!” You tried to break away, but he kept you in one place. 

“Oh, is that so, honey?” he crooned in a sweet tone, rubbing his nose against yours; his seductive aura was almost intoxicating, it was corrupting your mind stronger than anything else in this world. “Honestly, I just wanted to help you undo the clasp but now… Now, I want more than that…”

With no delay, Bateman covered your mouth his heated one, wrapping his brawny hands around your quivering frame and spreading your legs with his knee. Suffocated, you didn’t react, feeling his hard bulge brushing against your mound–a muffled moan of sudden pleasure pierced through your bonded lips, sending chills down you spin; your cute reaction didn’t surprise him, but Patrick couldn’t hide his satisfied grin as his hands were already pulling down the straps of your dress. 

And only now, you desperately clawed at his shoulders, weakly pushing him back, not understanding that your attempts to fight him were only putting gasoline on a fire, encouraging him to sprawl you against the wall, pinning your hands against your head.

"P-Patrick!" The way you almost screamed his name made you both tremble with ravenous lust as you looked into each other's eyes, not really knowing if you wanted him to let you go or hold you forever.

Growling quietly, Bateman continued to move along your longing body, forcing you to hook your hip around his loin, so you could grind against his hard groin. “Feeling good, sugar?”

Just say no! 

“Yes-s! Mm-mh…Daddy… ahh!” Oh God, that was the end. 

"Baby," he murmured in your ear, thrusting his firm thighs into yours and shamelessly groping your bottom. "Daddy doesn't like to see his sweet Cupcake upset."

"Maybe...n-next time Daddy will think more before he talks." You stammered from the beat of your heart. 

“Do ya want me to bite this little sharp tongue?” panting, Patrick punctuated his words with rough smacks on your butt, which could be surely heard outside the dressing room. “I’ll teach you how to behave…”

Smoothly, Bateman pulled down the top of your dress, letting your breasts to bounce out from it, and the next second his greedy mouth was already sucking on your taut nipple. 

“Mmm…Gosh.” You arched your back as the last hints of your self-control seemed to vanish as long with your ability to resist this man.

Switching between your engorged peaks, Patrick didn’t stop rubbing against your mound not even for a moment, your throbbing pussy was about to explode at any second. Thirsty, he tugged on your tip with a squelch, enjoying each little whine you made, but he still needed more.

“Turn around,” he urged briefly, licking his lips in hunger as he watched you bent over in front of him. “Oh-fuck, I can smell your sweet arousal… mmm,” snuggling into you, Bateman left a wet hickey on the back of your neck before he started to move down, peppering your exposed skin with hot sloppy kisses. “C’mon, Cupcake, spread your legs for me.”

As if hypnotized, you obeyed and before you even noticed, his long fingers were teasing your sensitive clit trough your so-fucking-wet panties. Clinging to the wall, you were about to moan when you sensed his big palm on your chin, his hot breathing was mercilessly burning the delicate skin of your throat while his rock-hard bulge was still pressed against your ass.

“Aa-aww, Daddy….” You muffled against your own hand before turning around to give him your most innocent look–he read it almost right away.

“So, you need my help?” bastard! – you almost said it out loud, but Bateman was faster as he slid his thumb into your mouth, and you started to suck it like medicine you couldn’t live without. “Ahh-look at ya… Such a little slutty girl, can’t function without Daddy’s finger inside her dirty mouth…”

Twitching under his massive weight, you could only think of his skilful digits playing with your pussy better than you ever wished for, damn you were already so close but it seemed like Partick's endless craving spurred him on to tear you apart completely.

With no words, Bateman knelt behind your back to pull up the hem of your dress, and soon you had to compress your lips so tightly, as loud nasty sounds were about to erupt from your fiery chest when he finally moved your underwear to the side and his plump lips covered your feverish cunt. 

“Oh-mmmy God,” tensed like a string, you didn’t know if you wanted to cry or to laugh, or all these things together from how his masterful tongue was pushing you over the edge. “Mmm-Patrick-” you suppressed another moan when he bit one of your buttocks before spreading them wide open to push two fingers inside your blushing pussy. “A-aah-Daddy, I’m so close… p-please!”

Patrick only purred something incoherently in response, as he continued to lick your engorged folds and pumping your tight hole with his experienced digits. His persistent ministrations made you totally lose your mind, and now you didn’t understand were you begging him to stop or to NEVER stop. 

When your legs shook in his grip, you heard his raspy snarl: “Not yet, Cupcake…Not yet!”

And he just stopped, holy hell.

Your miserable sobbing bounced against the walls of the dressing room as the coil in your lower belly was yearning for its release, it was literally itching so hard you were ready to scratch the wall with your nails if it could help you a bit.

“(Y/N), you can’t even imagine how much I want to leave you just like that,” Bateman hissed, and then you heard the unzipping sound which caused your knees to buckle. "But I want to get all your stupid thoughts about acting like a brat… out of your head!"

Abruptly, Patrick put your legs together and the next second you felt his leaking tip between your legs, brushing against your soaked folds and making your squirm from ecstasy. 

This man had no barriers, he could reduce you to pieces so easily, like no one else, and he liked it. 

A small drops of sweat were running down his forehead as he watched his beefy cock slipping back and forth with a sleek sound; your overstimulated pussy was literally on fire.

“P-please…” You whimpered, bending ever lower to give him a better access to your spasming cunt. 

“If you want to cum, you have to move, slut!” Groaning, Bateman stood still with his hands wrapped tightly around your hips. Mesmerised, he watched you grinding on his huge dick as you desperately chased your release. At that moment, your languid, heavy breathing was all that mattered to him.

Shivering erratically, you almost crested your high when Patrick harshly grasped your throat and pressed you against the wall, possessively he began to smack his cock against your clit, each slap he made was taking your breath away.

“Tell me, Cupcake…” he grunted against your neck, brushing his swollen tip along your throbbing nub barely sensible. “Who do you belong to?”

“You…Only y-you...”

Bateman squeezed your neck with unveiled dominance and demanded in a low voice: "Try again!”

“Aa-aww! I… I belong to you…Daddy!” You cried out through your pressed palm when he sped up the tempo, slapping your pussy with nasty wet sounds.

With a devilish smirk on his face, Patrick had to hold you still as you cummed so hard, gushing on his dick and fidgeting around the wall. Multiple waves of pleasure were washing over you like a waterfall, leaving you completely exhausted, you didn’t even have any power to moan. 

And soon, you became limp in his powerful arms, allowing him peacefully patting your head as he praised you: “You can be a good girl when you really want to,” Bateman kissed your temple, fixing his pants. “But still, you could just let me help you with this fucking dress.”

“You can help me now…” You replied, hungrily catching the air.

Smugly, Patrick eventually undid the clasp on your dress, not missing the moment to leave a red mark on your shoulder blade as he sucked on your soft skin. “Speaking about dresses. Since my favourite one didn’t fit, you can choose whatever you want…I don’t really care.”

You sighed, smiling ironically to yourself. “Great!”

Bateman didn’t stop smirking even for a second, he was so pleased with himself that he didn’t notice your sarcastic intonation, he just ignored it, as usual. “Come out when you are ready, I’ll wait for you in the hall.”

“What for? I can pay for the dress myself.”

His cheesy titter unpleasantly cut your ear. “I don't want you to starve, babe,” you cast an angry glance at him, but he only stroked your cheek before adding: “You only need to be an obedient girl, and Daddy will give you as many gifts as you want.”

“But I didn’t ask-”

A sudden ring of his mobile phone got his attention, so he hushed you with a finger before quickly going out from the dressing room, leaving you alone with your inflaming rage.

Snorting tiredly, you mentally screwed him million times in a row, changing to your clothes and trying not to even think about eavesdropping on his conversation with whoever it was. You promised to yourself you wouldn’t do it because you didn’t care.

But did you?

When you left the dressing room, you heard the echoes of his voice from the dressing room nearby:

“Jesus, Evelyn! I’ve told you already, I can’t take the time off work.”

At that moment, you could swear your legs weren't listening as they led you straight to the source of the sound. With your heart beating, you halted near the dressing room when his voice suddenly fell silent, and the next second the curtain was carelessly pulled aside so that your frightened eyes met his furious ones.

Oops!

Pretty Flower | N.L.

in which neville wants to ruin the reader.

warnings: smut, nsfw, corruption kink, soft dom!nev, sub!reader, fingering, overstimulation, fluff!!! (lmk if i missed any!)

fine..... if no one will write nev with a corruption kink then i suppose ill just have to do it myself.

(edit: this....... may have come out WAY longer than i wanted it to.... but.... i literally couldn’t stop writing....)

—

it hit him out of nowhere. he never saw it coming, nor never even anticipated the concept on its own. yet, when him and his friends walked on the bridge that day to get back to hogwarts after holding the first secret DA meeting in 5th year, everything seemed to flip.

it was a snowy day that day, the the snow painting white on the ground for miles. there wasn’t one single spot that hadn’t been left in ice. you decided to indulge in the weather that day, as winter had always been your favorite season. especially when it came to being at hogwarts, because winter just seemed so... different there.

you skipped along the bridge, humming an innocent lullaby to yourself as your feet had a mind of its own. you didn’t know where you were going, but you honestly didn’t seem to care either.

maybe it was fate that brought you two together that day, as you two had honestly crossed paths before, but never in a way like this.

you heard small chatter erupting from straight ahead of you, and you saw the group of intimating gryffindors you had always tried your best to stay away from. they weren’t bullies or anything of the sort, there bravery just really scared the bones out of you. you had always been more shy, timid, and honestly weaker. so, seeing the group practically made your skin crawl.

as you neared them, you expected just to simply walk past them, and them pay no mind to you. but before it happened, you heard hermione granger make a small joke about a girl named cho chang to the harry potter. it earned a few grins from the people in the group, and a frown from a girl in your year, ginny weasley. ginny was probably the only gryffindor you had the strength to speak to, as you two had been partnered up many times for different projects and assignments in your classes. little did you know, the whole group knew about you.

you mentally pleaded as you reached them, just planning on stepping out of the way without a word. but then:

“oh! hi, y/n!”

fuck.

you halted, grasping onto the strap of your bag a bit tighter,

“oh... hi?”

ginny had sent you the small greeting, and the whole group stopped.

“oh! y/n! how are you?” hermione chimed in, sending you a small smile, already noticing the slight trembling coming from you.

you glanced at the gryffindors, and gulped before responding,

“fine...” you breathed out, hands how shaky, “you?”

neville had always believed that he was shy, anxious for no reason, but when he saw you? his whole mindset changed. you were a whole different type of shy... innocent. your fragile voice imprinted itself into his mind, and he even furrowed his eyebrows at the thought.

“just fine! say... you wouldn’t happen to know any place we could hold—discreet meetings, would you?” hermione smirked, sending harry a wink.

you pondered for a moment, not knowing exactly what she was talking about, but definitely deciding that you did not want to get yourself involved.

“um—no... sorry...”

you glanced at the disappointment on their faces, and harry sighed.

“it’s fine... we’ll find a place ourselves, i suppose...” ron added, looking over at his two twin brothers who were seemingly plotting something.

“well... bye...” you muttered, looking down as you began to walk away.

hermione furrowed her eyebrows, “hey! wait a second!” she called out, and you turned around, still just wanting to get away from them. “you want to be apart of something cool?”

hermione and harry lightly explained it to you, and red flags went off in your head reminding you that this was breaking the rules, and that you would definitely get in loads of trouble if umbridge ever found out.

“well... i don’t know...” you uttered, looking down at your shoes,

ginny had ended up chiming in, trying her best to convince you. she knew how shy you were, and how things like this terrified you. but truthfully, they needed all the help they could get.

“o-o-okay... i-i-i guess?” you finally answered, and hermione squealed as she pulled out a list of names, and handed you a pen. “just sign your name!”

and you did so shakily, not even noticing how neville’s stare was practically shooting daggers into your figure.

and there it was, that was it. from that day forward, you had not only sealed the deal with the DA, but also with neville. from that day forward, the boy couldn’t get you out of his head. you were a consistent thought always, sensual and non-sensual.

you were what neville got off to in the night, thinking of your small whimpers and pleads just for him to keep going. and yes, he did feel guilty every time he saw you, as you were completely oblivious to his obsession with you. he would watch you as you left the room of requirement with ginny, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you. he imagined your lips on his cock, that innocent look on your face when you would cum on all over him for the first time.

god, you were so fucking ethereal and you didn’t even realize it.

he had made small conversations with you over time, but you still managed to hide under that shy shell of yours. you were quite jittery, always looking over your shoulder.

and oh god, he loved to tease you.

he would never forget the first time he was trying to get past you on the way to class, and he simply placed his hand on your back for a moment, making you go cherry red in the face. or even when you had sat with ginny at breakfast one morning, and he purposely sat beside you just to every so often “accidentally” run his finger up your thigh. he loved when you squirmed from it, and oh god, he only imagined how much you would be squirming if you were under him.

as the year went by, you only caught on to him a little bit, but never to the point in confronting him about it. but even if you did, you would never have the guts to do so anyways. plus, you sorta enjoyed the small glances he shot you in the great hall, how he licked his lips at the sight of you.

you had absolutely no idea what you were doing to him.

—

year 6 for neville.

he was so excited to see you again, watch your innocence bloom. all he thought about was you over the holiday, and he seemed to actually miss you. he had somehow managed to lose his virginity over the summer, and practice on how to properly pleasure a girl.

oh yeah. he was prepared to ruin you this year.

and that time would finally come when a party in the gryffindor common room was announced, and ginny had pleaded with you to come. you agreed reluctantly, as socializing in big gatherings like that was never your thing. but, now you could say that ginny was one of your closest friends. the dynamic between you was intriguing to others, as she was brave and rebellious, and you were just shy and... innocent.

that night, you wore a simply white tanktop, with a skirt with small pink flowers on it, and a thin sweater just in case you got cold.

but, as you arrived at the common room, you realized the sweater was probably not going to be needed. as the common room was packed with students, most drunk and others just wait too close for comfort. you gulped at the sight, and automatically began to look for ginny.

you found her snogging her new boyfriend dean, who you actually quite liked. but then, you saw seamus and neville standing right beside them, sipping on drinks. you walked over, and your presence became very apparent to neville.

you looked so fucking cute in that outfit. so fucking innocent.

“y/n!” ginny squealed, pushing dean away and pulling you in for a drunken hug, “you look so cute! where in the bloody hell did you get that skirt from?!”

you sent her a shy smiled and thanked her, “i—uh... don’t actually remember...”

“that’s fine! oh, here! drink up!”

she handed you a random cup, and you took a small whiff from it, your lips pursing with disgust. ginny let out a chuckle,

“you don’t have to! but... it’s your first big party so i figured that you might want to at least try!”

you thought for a moment, glancing over at neville who was leaned up against the wall, biting down on his lips as his eyes skimmed up and down your body.

“m-m-my mum said that she would murder me if she ever found out that i drank alcohol...”

seamus laughed at this, earning a slap on the arm from neville. ginny smiled politely at you,

“well... i don’t see your mum anywhere... do you?” she sent you a small wink, noticing that you wanted to drink, but that simple comment from your mother having an affect on you. “like i said... your choice! no pressure!”

you thought for a moment, and reluctantly took the cup from ginny’s hand. the group watched you intently as you shakily took a small slip, and your face cringed when the taste hit your tongue.

“that’s—that’s disgusting!”

the small group laughed,

“well... i don’t suppose it’s supposed to taste like pumpkin juice, y/l/n!” dean chuckled, grabbing the cup from your hand. him and ginny could tell that you definitely weren’t keen on drinking more tonight, which was more than fine.

you looked over at neville, who was still staring at you. he sent you a small wink, making your eyes go wide and your cheeks turn red.

yeah... he loved to make you blush.

the party seemed never ending as time passed, and you had found yourself sitting alone on the sofa, distancing yourself from ginny who was all over dean. you sat staring at the fireplace, watching it simmer away with every minute that passed.

“not having fun?”

you felt the spot next to you dip, and you looked over to see neville. you gulped as he adjusted his legs so they weren’t invading your personal space, but they were still definitely touching your own.

“k-k-kinda... i just don’t do well at parties...” you stuttered out, his presence always having an affect on you, “well... i’ve never been to a party so—i don’t really know why i... said that—oh, never mind...”

it was so cute how you hid your face after stumbling over your own words, and neville couldn’t help but to send you a small smirk. his imagination (like always) was already taking flight just from the mere sight of you.

“would you like for me to take you back to your dorm?” he asked, generosity laced in his tone. as much as he wanted to take you right there, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable at a party. he still had respect for you, and maybe even felt a bit protective.

“oh... it’s fine. i’m okay...” you replied truthfully, sending him a small, reassuring smile.

you two began to make small talk, and with every new topic, he scooted a bit closer to you. the topics of conversation were miscellaneous at first, but then you two began to delve into more personal facts, like first kisses and things like that.

“i—uh—never had my first kiss. or... you know...”

he smirked at you, leaning a bit closer, “know what, love?”

he didn’t know why, but he just wanted you to say it. and, he could tell by the way your thighs were clenching together, and the way your cheeks blushed from the nickname that you were thinking the exact same thing that he was.

“you know... the thing.”

“what thing, darling?”

you huffed, because you knew that he knew exactly what you were referring to.

“sex...”

there it was.

“oh... hm...” he tsked, setting his cup down on the table, “well... that’s understandable. but, i assume that you’ve gotten yourself off before, right?”

you froze at the question, as you had tried masturbating before, but felt too ashamed to continue. maybe you were just too innocent.

your silence was loud to neville, and this sparked an even bigger interest in his chest.

“oh... you’ve never—“

you quickly shook your head, your whole face now a shade of red. you were so embarrassed... and you knew you probably sounded super lame.

“it’s—it’s weird, i know... i just—“

“it’s not weird, doll. just—“ he stopped for a moment to glance at your lips, “interesting...” he then stopped again, now closing the small gap that ran between you two, “ever wonder what it feels like, y/n?” he whispered into your ear, and your chest tightened. “i know you think about it... i can tell by those pretty little thighs of yours clenching together...”

he was so close to you, and your heart felt as if it was about to beat out of your chest. your stomach felt fluttery, but it was... good.

“look at me...” he whispered once more, grabbing your chin. you did so slowly, only now noticing how close your faces were. “can i kiss you?”

before you could even think about it, you nodded. neville had always had an impact on you, and this moment definitely wasn’t changing anything. in fact, you had a strong wanting for him. a wanting that you had never felt before.

he slowly attached his lips to yours, and he couldn’t help but to let out a content sigh at the feeling. your lips felt just like how he thought they would... absolutely perfect. and even better, he could taste strawberry as well, giving him a sign that you had put on chapstick.

you had never kissed anyone before, but, you hoped all of the next times felt like this one did did. you were absolutely breathless by the time he pulled away, and for some reason, you didn’t want him to stop touching you. you needed more of whatever he was putting out.

he glanced around the party for a moment, and then swiftly tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“would you like to go up to my dorm, petal?”

your eyes widened for a second, as you had never dared to enter a boy’s dormitory. he noticed this, and placed a small peck to your nose,

“we don’t have to. only if—“

“yeah... i wanna go...”

he grinned at you, and stood up taking your hand, and you followed him through the crowded common room. he would look back at you every so often, noticing how your eyes were getting lost at all the activities going on around the both of you. you were so innocent....

he couldn’t wait to change that.

when you two got to his dorm, you looked around for a few moments, taking small notes on how things were organized—or... unorganized.

he lead you to his bed, sitting you down carefully.

“don’t know how you’re still wearing that sweater... i’m boiling in mine!” he joked, taking it off swiftly, and you could see the faint muscles stomach as he did so. he made you feel even more fluttery, as his exposed skin just seemed so perfect to the wondrous eye.

you awkwardly chuckled at the joke, and soon enough, you took your small, pink sweater off with ease, and neville grabbed it from you, and set it on his bedside table. he turned around, noticing how shy and nervous you looked,

“what’s wrong, love?” he asked kindly, looking down at you. your face and his crotch were at perfect level with each other, and you looked up at him,

“mm’ nothing...”

and it was the truth. you weren’t uncomfortable, nor felt paranoid or scared, you just were simply that shy.

he smiled at you, and let his hand find its way to your cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb.

“so pretty...” he cooed, “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to touch you...”

you were taken back by this, but all at the same time, the dots finally connected.

how could you have been so oblivious?

“h-h-how long?”

he bent down a bit just to where your noses were barely touching, “a long time.” he replied, licking his lips.

“oh... well—i’m sorry...” you apologized, seeing his eyes turning dark.

he chuckled deeply, “no need to apologize, petal. you just needed to take your time...” he settled his hands on your thighs, slightly letting them wander up your skirt, “can i touch you some more?”

your body trembled, but seemingly in the best way possible. your stomach was practically on fire from his small, teasing touches. and, of course you wanted more. so, you nodded your head.

“use your words, or i can’t do anything...”

you found yourself getting lost in his eyes,

“yes...”

“yes, what?”

you paused for a moment, not even knowing how to say it.

“touch me...”

that was all neville needed before he snapped, and his lips once again collided with yours. you gasped into the kiss, noticing how much harder than it was than the first. but nonetheless, you were enjoying the hell out of it. especially when he slipped his tongue past your lips, and began to explore every part of your mouth.

he crawled on top of you, laying you down on the bed as he did so. he rubbed small, comforting circles into your hips, just to let you know that it was okay to feel the things you were feeling right now.

he broke the kiss for a swift moment, “if you want me to stop... tell me and i’ll do it, okay? i don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

you nodded your head quickly, not even really regarding his words, only just craving more.

“words, y/n...” he reminded you,

“okay. i will.”

“promise?”

you sent him a small smile before replying,

“promise...”

he was about to dive in for another kiss, but stopped when he saw you lifting up your pinkie. he let out a breathy chuckle at this... how could a pretty girl like you be so innocent? you were a teenage girl, and you still made pinkie promises?

he hooked your pinkies together, and suddenly adjusted your fingers to where you were holding his hand. you chest became warm, and suddenly you realized that all along, you may have been slowly developing a crush on the boy.

you expected him to kiss your lips again, but instead, he started to press light kisses to your neck. you had never felt a sensation like this, and you let out a small whimper at the feeling. he knew that you would sound so pretty, and when the noises actually started to leave your lips, he definitely was not disappointed.

“you like that, petal?” he cooed teasingly in your ear, nibbling a bit on it, causing a shiver to go down your spine. that was all he needed before he continued to work on your neck, leaving small love marks on the smooth flesh.

“more...” you pleaded, still not really knowing what you needed more of, but just knowing that you needed it. he chuckled in your ear, and placed one last kiss on your jaw before sitting you up gently, and laying your head on his pillow.

“what do you want more of, love?” he asked, hovering over you.

that’s when you panicked a bit, “i-i-i don’t know... just—more...”

it was so funny, because even though you were begging, you truly didn’t even know what you wanted. it made neville’s thoughts go wild, and he could feel his cock harden at the look on your face as he got closer to you.

“you want me to touch you more?” he asked, already trailing his hand down to your outer thigh, “want me to make you feel good with my fingers?”

your heart almost exploded from his words, and you felt your panties suddenly dampen with something you weren’t familiar with. but, you had heard other girls talking about it. you may have been innocent, but you weren’t completely clueless.

“yes, please...” you shuddered, grabbing at his shoulders. he smirked, and placed a small, but reassuring kiss on your lips.

his fingers gently trailed over your thighs, going up your skirt, and it made you whimper. he pinched at the delicate skin, and you sighed out of content as his fingers inched closer and closer to where you knew you needed him the most.

you could feel yourself going red in the face, and sweat forming your forehead,

“aw... are you nervous, petal? does it not feel good?” he teased again, because he knew it did feel good. he just loved to see the look on your face when he let those types of words leave his lips,

“it—it feels good...” you reassured him, unknowingly.

“don’t worry, baby... gonna make you feel amazing,” he kissed your neck once more, and his fingers finally found your clothes bundle of nerves, and he pressed down gently.

you gasped at the sensation, your hips instinctively bucking up as you tried for more friction. he began with small circles on your panties, and you were already a soundly mess by the time he was attempting to push them aside, and run a finger up your slit.

“i’ve barely even touched you and you’re soaked... what’s got my pretty flower so worked up?”

the question made you hide your face in his chest from embarrassment, and he chuckled lightly.

“no need to be embarrassed, petal. i think it’s adorable...”

he kissed your lips again, his tongue finding its way back into your mouth as your chest heaved from the overwhelming pleasure.

without warning, he slipped one finger in. it made you gasp into the kiss, partly from pain, the other from pleasure. you sounded exactly like how he dreamed, and god, he couldn’t get enough of it.

“my bunny is so tight, isn’t she? untouched just for me?”

soon enough, he was fucking you relentlessly with his just one finger, and you rocked your hips back and forth, just chasing a build up that you had never even experienced before.

“look at you, petal... being so good, fucking my fingers like this. thought you never done this before?”

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you even could, a small whimper escaped your lips once again, “h-h-haven’t...”

he kept going and going, even at one point, slipping another finger in to stretch you out a bit. you practically screamed at this, the overwhelming sensation almost becoming too much for you to handle.

“do you touch yourself like this, baby?” he asked gently, in such a contrast to how his fingers were moving.

your eyes were screwed shut as you answered him, “c-c-can’t do it like—like this...”

like this, huh? that’s exactly what neville wanted to hear.

“c-c-can’t make myself c-cu—“

you were interrupted by neville swiftly pulling your tank top down, and beginning to suck on your nipple lightly. luckily, you hadn’t worn a bra with this tank top for the sole purpose of a bra not looking right with it. he chuckled at the sudden halt in speech, and kissed your breasts soothingly as he felt your pussy clench around his fingers.

“i can feel you clenching around me, bunny... are you gonna cum for me?” he asked, coming closer to your face. you nodded your head rapidly, not really understanding what he meant, but the coil in your stomach progressively becoming looser.

“my—my tummy f-f-feels funny...” you warned him, and he simply hummed at your obliviousness. “neville—“ you gasped, a wave of pure pleasure washing over you, sending electricity through your veins as he fingers went even faster.

“there you go, petal... there you go.”

your thighs trembled violently as you came, and you had to force your face into neville’s shoulder to muffle the scream that elicited from your lips.

as you saw white, neville kept going, this time focusing on your clit more than anything. those same noises leaving your mouth hadn’t stopped, and before you knew it, that same feeling over came you again. you rocked against his hand as you came, dragging the sheets from the corners of the mattress with you.

your whole body shook as neville took his hand away, and he licked the rest of your release off of his fingers. he hummed as he did so, as you tasted just as sweet as he imagined you would.

“wanna taste yourself, doll? you taste so good...”

you furrowed your eyebrows at him slightly, but you only understood then when he held his fingers up to your lips. they were glossy and covered in all sorts of liquids, but you nodded your head. he watched you intently as you sucked on his fingers, his cock now painfully hard and practically pleading to be inside of you. he watched the drool that spilled from your lips, and the absolute desperation on your face.

you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

but suddenly, when he pulled away, you became quite ashamed for some reason. you had never had an experience like this before, and you couldn’t believe that you had just lied there and actually enjoyed it.

“what’s wrong, bunny?” he asked sweetly, moving some hair from your sweaty face.

you looked down at your thighs, and they were soaked with cum, as well as the sheets below you.

“i—i made a mess... i’m sorry... i-i-i didn’t know—“

“hey... it’s okay... that’s supposed to happen. it was quite hot, actually.” he reassured you with a teasing grin on his face, “aw... are you embarrassed?”

you hid your face in your hands as he asked the question, because yes... you were painfully embarrassed.

“no, no... there’s no need to be embarrassed, petal. you did so good for me, you know that? the most pretty thing i’ve ever seen...” he removed your hands from your face, and rubbed his hand up and down your hips, attempting to soothe you. “do you want more? or... are you done for the night?”

as much as you wanted to say no due to your shyness, it simply wouldn’t be an honest answer. of course you wanted more, you wanted so much more. you wanted everything you just had, and even more than that if even possible.

“um—more...”

he raised an eyebrow at you, “are you sure?”

you nodded your head as his finger grazed your exposed skin, “yes... please.”

and with that, he lifted you up for just one moment to fully take your tank top up, kissing your shoulders every now and then, as he could tell that you were nervous about him seeing you in such a vulnerable moment. he slipped your shoes off, and slid your skirt and panties down with ease, throwing them off to the side of the bed.

you laid back down, watching as he began to take his own clothes off. when he was finished, he hovered over you again, skimming your naked skin, drawing small circles into it. you instinctively covered your chest, also attempting to cover your whole lower region.

“no need for that, petal. you’re so beautiful... no need to cover yourself up.” you still kept your body covered up, and neville giving you a look of permission, slowly took your hands away. “i’ll prove it to you... is that alright?”

you thought for a moment, and gulped. but, you trusted neville, even if you weren’t that close with him, he seemed like a genuine person. so, you agreed.

he smiled at you, and pecked your lips. he began to kiss all over you, sucking and nibbling at certain parts, leaving you to whimper and tremble some more. his hands traveled everywhere, especially when it came to your breasts. he played with them between his fingers, showing extra attention to your nipples. you sighed from pleasure when he kissed them, and began to play with them with his tongue.

suddenly, he leaned up, and took you in for another heated kiss, “i can’t wait to ruin you, bunny...”

maybe if any other scenario, you would’ve panicked and ran foe the hills. but, this time, the words simply made you clench your thighs together. he felt it, and looked over. he let out a low chuckle, and shook his head.

“is that what you want? want me to fuck you?”

you were nervous for this part, but you couldn’t even be bothered to think on the fact that you were still a virgin. neville simply wouldn’t let you freak out, or feel shy or embarrassed.

you nodded your head fiercely, and he teasingly rubbed his cock on your swollen clit. you decided to kiss him this time, even forcing your own tongue in his mouth, which baffled him as he continued to rock his hips into yours.

“look at you... already making demands...” he moved some hair from your collarbone, “fuck... you’re so beautiful, bunny...”

there was a beat of silence, only the sounds of the long forgotten party somehow still going on downstairs.

“nev?”

he hummed in response, not being able to tear his eyes away from you,

“will—will you—um...”

you were too shy to say it, as such vile words had never even been thought about leaving your lips.

“will i what, flower? say it.”

you glanced over for a moment, your face turning red again, but he grabbed your chin, and forced your head back in his direction. “say it.”

you huffed, growing more needier and needier by the second,

“will—will you please—please... fuck me?”

there it was.

“thought you’d never ask, flower...”

that’s when he kissed you again, but this time, it felt... different. it didn’t feel as if he was just trying to fuck you, get you wet, no. it felt... loving. like, he simply just wanted to kiss you because he just wanted to kiss you. that was it.

he aligned himself with you, and looked up at you with reassurance in his eyes. “are you sure?”

you nodded, “yes, of course...” you shot him a innocent smile, despite the very thing that was about to happen. but, your smile suddenly faltered when a small memory popped into your head. it was ginny’s voice saying:

“yeah... and it hurt like—really bad at first when he put it in.”

he noticed the shift in your face, and stopped automatically.

“what’s wrong, flower?”

you looked up at him for a moment,

“do—w-w-will it hurt?”

he couldn’t help but to smile at you, as your voice was just so fragile and curious. but, he kissed your temple,

“just for a few moments, bunny. but, if it’s too much... you can let me know and i’ll stop, alright? i want you to enjoy yourself.”

you couldn’t help but to smile back at him, as his voice was so soothing and hypnotic. “okay...”

and with that, he aligned himself one more time, and held your hip down as he slowly slid his tip inside of you. that burning sensation started, the one that ginny had described. and for a moment, you thought you wouldn’t be able to handle it. a small hiss came from your lips at the intrusion, and neville caressed your cheek,

“s-s-slow at first... please?”

he chuckled, “that was my plan, petal.”

he began to dig his hips deeper, his cock making its way slowly more into you. you whimpered with every movement, but neville was there to whisper soft praises and reassurances in your ear.

“taking me so well, baby...” “you feel so good...” “god, you’re absolutely stunning, bunny...”

as time went by, his patience never faltered, and finally, that burning pain turned into searing pleasure. he hugged your body as he thrusted into you, every time an obscene noise leaving your once shy lips.

“tell me how good it feels, princess...”

“s’ good, nev... please...”

and at one point, a string of curses even left your mouth, leaving neville a groaning mess, as your innocence was slowly dying out underneath him.

“never knew such a innocent bunny like you could say such nasty things...” he whispered, kissing your throat, sucking on it a bit.

finally, that now familiar burning your tummy took over, and you were squirming underneath him as you unraveled in his arms. a loud scream left your lips, and neville planted an open mouthed kiss to muffle your noises.

“you look so gorgeous when you cum...”

with just a few more thrust, neville pulled out, cumming all over your stomach. he should’ve asked you before hand, but you yourself knew how sex worked, and how not to get pregnant, so you were more than fine with it.

he rested on top of you for a few moments, not even caring about your sweaty bodies sticking to the other’s. he placed a few kisses around your face, and slowly got up. he picked your panties off of the floor, and leaned you up to put them back on you.

“you need to go use the bathroom, darling...” he suggested, eyeing you through hooded eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows,

“why?”

he chuckled at your innocence—well... obliviousness.

“because... you can get a UTI if you don’t. and those suck for girls to have.”

your mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, and you obliged by getting up. but, you underestimated everything for a moment, as your legs aches, as well as your whole entire lower body. neville saw you struggling as he threw his boxers back on,

“need help?”

you looked over at him with puppy dog eyes,

“h-hurts...”

he quickly took you into his arms, and carried you into the dorm bathroom. you did the rest on your own of course, and noticed how you were bleeding. you freaked out inside of your head for a moment, but then remembered ginny saying that the same thing had happened to her. so, that eased your clouded mind for the time being.

when you arrived back into the main part of the dorm, neville was sitting on his bed, already reading a book as he waited for you. you tip toed over to your small pile of clothes, picking them up and slipping everything back on.

“um—i’m gonna—go, i suppose...” you stated awkwardly, shoes in hand and sweater in the other. neville suddenly laid his book down, and furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“why?”

well, you didn’t really know why. you just maybe assumed that you were being invasive now.

“well—we... you know—did that. so... you have no need for me anymore...”

neville couldn’t believe what he was hearing. he had wanted you, not just sex. you had obviously been very misinformed.

“y/n...” he laughed softly, sitting up all the way,

“do you actually think that’s all i wanted from you?”

W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

HIGHLIGHTED names are my personal favorite characters. 

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Polyamory

OTHER

Fancasts

Writing Tips

Script Creation

Character Building

CHARACTERS

HORROR

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

Ryan Erzahler

Travis Hackett

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael

Paul

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Halloween

Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews

Misty Quigley

Natalie Scatorccio

Shauna Sadecki

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

SCI-FI

The Boys

A-Train

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

Kimiko Miyashiro

Mother's Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

Detroit: Become Human

Chloe

Conner

Gavin Reed

Hank Anderson

Josh

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Ralph

Rk600 (Sixty)

RK900 (Nines)

Simon

Fallout

Fallout 4

Deacon

John Hancock

Nick Valentine

Paladin Danse

Piper Shaw

Preston Garvey

Robert MacCready

Fallout (series)

Aspirant Dane

Chet

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Knight Maximus

Lucy MacClean

Norm MacLean

Alien vs Predator

coming soon!

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Eugene Porter

James Cameron’s Avatar

Eetu

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

Miles Quaritch

Nor

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

SUPERNATURAL

TVD Verse

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Elijah Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Kol Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

FANTASY

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunín

Dammon

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Karlach Cliffgate

Lae’zel

Raphael

Rolan

Shadowheart

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

REALISM

Red Dead Redemption II

Albert Mason

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Dutch Van Der Linde

Flaco Hernández

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Kieran Duffy

Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Outer Banks

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some things on these lists that are debatable. If they are something I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Pennywise

BRIAN VAN HOLT as Bo Sinclair in House of Wax (2005)