Nik

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#niks-fics -- General writing

#nikcord -- SMAUS

#niks-doodles -- Art attempts

#nikotine -- Yaps :P. Answers to asks go here too, if i get enough i'll make a sep tag for this

#becks&will -- OC LORE!!!!!! Yearning nb x bear from sweet tooth

#niko&co -- General ocs!!

#nikcantanimate -- Animating attempts

BOUNDARIES!

I don’t write:

Scat. Heavy abuse. Noncon.

Overly childish reader. Ageplay.

I may be late to reply to asks.

I struggle with motivation! Be patient.

On this note! please ask b4 dming me😥

Do not dm if you are over the age of 25. You are free to interact, but DONTTTT get too comfy

I reserve the right to block people who pmo.

I will write:

Basically everything aside from above.

Male reader is my primary domain.

I can write for GN reader sometimes

I will write for:

Creepypasta! Including the main cast such as Toby, Jeff, EJ, LJ, Cody, characters from EMH, characters from MH. And more niche characters eg: Hobo Heart, Liu, The Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, etc!

Harry Potter—all eras aside from founder (which includes: Golden Trio, Marauders era, FB, and Summer of 1899!). I do not by any means support JKR. I myself am transgender.

I am trying to get into Marvel + DC. Sooooo, you may see that in the future:p, along with Percy Jackson. I'll also soon be playing Undertale and Deltarune soon#

JJK and Death Note!

Shameless! I’ll be writing for poly!Milkovich as well (male reader only).

More coming soon! Please leave reqs!!!

The kitchen of Spinners End was--and had always had been--an ugly, cramped space, just like the rest of the household. Mold sprouting on the corners of the walls, the physical manifestation of the bitter memories that plagued the rest of the property.

You had been visiting since you and Severus had gotten together in sixth year, and had only just recently moved in. Tobias and Eileen moved out because of the war, leaving Severus to inherit the property just in time for his graduation.

For two years now you had been sharing the property through the thicks of the war. Only recently had Severus's duties as a double agent--and your own duties as a member of the Order--dulled down a bit.

Which had led to you sneaking around similarly to how you used to do. Kissing in stolen moments, dates in town, sucking him off as he writes owls to god-knows-who.

It was roughly 9:23PM. You were standing between his legs, kissing him oh so softly, as he sat on the kitchen table. He was just so pretty like this, head tilting slightly up to meet your eyes. His lips met yours, his hands at your robes holding slightly. Your own hands were on his waist, touring. Neither of you seemed to notice, nor care, that they were inching lower towards his dick.

He made a sweet sound into your mouth,, and you could’ve sworn you were about to cream your pants then and there. You broke apart, both of you panting slightly. Your hands briefly touched his v-line and you could feel him pause for a second, but instead of doing his usual gesture of pulling slightly back to make your hands move to another part of his beautiful body, he leaned slightly into it.

“This okay?” You’d said. He nodded mutely, and you’d followed it up. “Words, love."

“…’s adequate,” he replied. To that, your hands travelled further, and you could’ve sworn he whined—whined, actually whined! He inched slightly closer, to get your hands to touch the spot he actually needed you because he was so jawdroppingly hard. You moved your hands under his trousers, inching closer to his cock till you touched the base.

“Does that feel good, Sev?” Were the next words to come out your mouth, not breaking your gaze from his pretty cock. He nodded, to which your hand halted its strokes. You’d reminded him so many times to use that pretty mouth of his. Honestly.

He paused. His head, which had been resting against your shoulder, came up as he glared at you and for a moment you could’ve sworn he was about to talk back. You knew he was never one for talking, and you'd been trying to break the habit. That is before his eyes darted downwards to your hand, as if calculating the options. “Keep going,” he said, as though he'd requested something completely unbelievable and not something you had done a hundred times.

“Are you in any place to be making commands right now, love?” You responded with a small laugh, even whilst obeying. Your hand moved again, jerking the boy off, thumb on his slit.

To that, his forehead went to rest against your shoulder once again, muffling his high pitched sounds that you so desperately wanted to hear. You kept going, pace gaining some more consistence and confidence, clearly more than enough by the look of him—well, at least what you could see of him. His forehead was pressed into your shoulder and he was making these pretty gasping noises with each stroke, each slight touch. His lips were pressed together, as if holding himself back. The moonlight striking his hair just right, giving you such a good view.

“So gorgeous, Severus,” you had said. He was so uncharacteristically quiet too. You wanted to stay here forever, his pretty pale cock in your hand, his face in your shoulder. Though, if you were going to spend eternity doing this, hopefully you could get used to it, because it was taking everything in you to keep a (somewhat) consistent pace. He was just so pretty.

But when his poor, already spent cock stuttered, shooting white cum into ur hand as his mouth let out the most gorgeous whimper, followed by an almost humiliated gasp? You were done for. You could’ve sworn you saw heaven, that you died, that this pretty thing sitting at your mercy was simply an angel. Your pace stuttered, throat letting out a moan. In short, you creamed your pants.

If this was in fact heaven, you wanted to die a hundred times to see that magnificent look on his face for the first. You needed more desperately, and, by the look of your angel’s cock, so did he.

“More?” You asked, trying not to let the hope jump into your tone.

“Please,” he replied, with an exhale.

Fuck yeah. Slipping off his trousers and boxers (which were now somewhat stained with his release), you spoke. “Can you lay down for me, love?”

“On the table?”

“Yes."

His ears turned a light shade of pink, but he complied nonetheless, lying back against the wood. He was so perfectly laid out, shirt riding up slightly to show off his waist, squirming almost, and his legs hanging off the edge. His eyes were closed tightly, hands in fists.

“So pretty, Sevs. You’re okay?”

To that, his eyes opened slightly and he nodded before seeming to remember to speak up. “Yes,” he replied. Wasting no time, you kneeled at the edge of the table just between his legs.

Looking up at him with dilated pupils, you began kissing upwards--starting at his knee and inching up his inner thigh, where you sucked a scattered trail of hickeys. Hearing him let out a soft whimper, you gently pull back, eyes looking upwards before fixating on his half-hard cock.

You smoothly take him in your mouth. His hands claw at the edge of the table as he whines, shifting into your mouth till his cock hits the back of your throat—almost making you gag. Your own free hand goes to his hip, pulling him up slightly. Not just to prolong the experience, but, to put it bluntly, make sure you don’t choke.

Just as he’s about to come once more, you pull off of him entirely. He sits up almost instantly, and throws a nasty glare down at you.

“Patience, Sev, patience,” you say, thumb caressing his thigh.

“I’ve had blubbering patience, [name]—“

To that, you let out a chuckle. “Exaggerating a bit there, love.”

His eyes roll to that, about to snark out a reply, but you continue. “Now, do you want me to get back to it?”

He huffs lightly, out of what you bet is exasperation and, rather ironically, impatience. Despite this, he nods, and you take him in once again. Licking his pretty slit before, of course, hands trailing over the path of hickeys you’d laid out prior.

Bobbing your head, you know he simply won’t last long. You look up, making eye contact, and to that, he closes his own eyes. Letting out the prettiest noise before releasing.