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Gabriel.

single admirer

i tried to paint greyscale then used color layers!! not a big fan but it was kinda therapeutic

𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙛!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩

notes ✥ this is for my children @dazaiyohane @pumpkin321xxx @grayxxi. feast, my child

notes 2 ✥ also this is probably a very out of place to say agagaga but thank yew guys for the nice messages in ask. i'm okay and not too bothered by recent event now. i'd like to move on, really 🩶

contents ✥ fem!reader, smut, age gap (reader's in 20s, nikolai's double the age lol), manipulation, sloppy slithery mess, grammar is poopoo bcs it's un-proofread and unchecked

You used to not care about other people's perceptions on your relationship with Nikolai. But recent comments from your friends about his age and his shady aura has creeped its way inside your heart, planting doubts on whether this relationship is ever right. 

Sure, he is half your age—perhaps a little bit more. You never know what he does for a living—he stuffs his fingers inside your mouth whenever you ask. But you are pampered and spoiled with whatever you want—just bat your eyelashes and wrap your arm around his waist, he melts in a second. 

“You’re getting yourself in trouble, girl.”

“He’s gonna leave you for someone younger if you get older.”

“He doesn’t even tell you his job! Do you think you can trust someone like that?”

“Once you graduate college, he’ll leave you for someone younger. It’s always like that with these guys.”

Thoughts are swirling inside your mind. You should have focused on pleasuring him now—rocking your hips back and forth while seated nicely on his thick thighs. Your body shivers when his length slides in and out deliciously into your heat, bumping the tip on your spot. You bury your face into his chest, muffling your moan as your nails rake his back. 

A warm hand slithers between your strands, caressing your hair. 

“What are you thinking about, little love?” Nikolai asks, his voice deep. “You’re feeling a little off today, hm?” His other hand grips your side and he thrusts upward, causing you to whine. You are about to shake your head, not wanting to ruin the mood by doubting this relationship with him. But Nikolai does not like it. 

With his hand on your hair, he yanks your head back. “A-Ah!” You yelp and your own hand clutches his wrist. Nikolai snickers at your face—cute, he thinks. He moves his face closer to you and with a smirk, he sloppily and hungrily kisses your mouth. His tongue slithers in, licking and twirling yours. Your breathing is getting heavy, chest heaving up and down. Your fingers seek to hold him and they brush against his face lightly, feeling his faint stubbles. 

He refuses to break the kiss, even when you tug on his hair as a sign. He only chuckles between the kiss before pulling you by the back of your head to another sloppy one. Your cunt clenches hard as you feel slightly light-headed when he doesn’t allow a moment to breathe. He enjoys it, it seems, as his throat thunders a deep groan when your cunt flutters around his cock. 

A squeeze on his chest halts him. 

Nikolai pulls away, his tongue licking the string of saliva that connects his lips and yours. You whine, straighten your back before your hands push him to lay on the bed. Nikolai cackles. 

He places his hands on your hips, guiding you to move on his cock slowly, all the while interrogating you. “What’s wrong, my love? You know you can’t hide a lot of things from me, right? Something’s bothering you?” He asks. 

“N-Nothing. I just…” Your words trail off as you ride him faster and faster, ignoring his attempt to control your pace. You are quite close to your climax and you don’t want to ruin the mood and ruin yourself. 

But he grips your hips harder, stopping you. A little warning slap on your ass is enough for you to slow down and whine, begging him to allow you to chase your climax—“Please, please, I’m so close, please…!”

“Mm-mm, no.” Nikolai says simply. “Not unless you tell me what’s going on.” You glance at him. His stomach is trembling slightly—he is holding himself back too, just to taunt you? 

“N-Nothing, okay? Nothing’s bothering me… It’s just some work…” You pout, attempting to loosen his stern grip on your hips by pulling his hands to roam your body. Nikolai’s eyes leer at how you are holding his hand firmly against your breasts, as if to encourage him to touch and play with them—and he is more than happy to oblige you. 

“Or is it your friends again? Giving you not-so-good advice?” Nikolai says before he moves one of his hands to your face and pulls you close. “Why, what’d they say, little love? Do they want you to leave me? Do you want to? Do you not trust me anymore?”

He kisses your lips briefly. 

“Do you not love me?” 

You shake your head, holding his hand. “No, of course I do… I-I love you. I still love you… It’s just—”

Nikolai cuts you off by kissing you again, and his arm wraps around you, keeping you caged with him. His hips jerks upwards, sending bolts of sudden pleasure through your nerves. You moan against his lips, breathily convincing the two of you with your declaration of love. 

“You shouldn’t listen to them, you know? I have never done bad things to you, have I?” He whispers again. “You can always trust me, because that’s what good girls do, little love.” 

His thrusts quicken and your moan is getting louder and louder. You bury your face into his chest, saliva dripping from your lips onto his skin as your nails bury deeply into his shoulders. His lips reach to kiss your head. 

Nikolai knows you are very close when he feels your thighs quiver badly. Abruptly, he stops his thrusts and with tears in the corner of your eyes, you cry out, “Sorry, ‘m sorry…! I still trust you, I won’t listen to them anymore, I love you, please, please, please—”

He grins and slaps your cheek lightly a couple times before he hooks his hands on your thighs and flip over. You are now laying down beneath his much larger figure and you roll your hips to chase your previously disrupted climax. Nikolai chuckles, sultry voice tickling your ear as his tongue trails a long wet line from your throat to your ear. 

He thrusts again. 

“Good girl… See, no one will understand you except for me, little love. I’ll take care of you forever.”

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...i have no excuses anymore

He's so silly 💔💔

“My poor baby. My poor sweet little boy,” I lament out loud over a whole grown adult man who is not mine but is in fact a fictional character with fictional hurts. What matters is my feelings are real

happy wedding night...!

Drawing him so he comes back next chapter (he's had over a hundred days to mourn over a hand)