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Milk and Honey —

Paring | Neil Lewis x Reader

Word Count | 4.9K

Summary | Being a mother is no easy task. After a long day of muscle pains, sleep deprivation and overall exhaustion—your adoring husband comes home to help.

TLDR - Post pregnancy hormones, pent up sexual frustration and— oh dear god milk?!

Info | SMUT (18+ only), unprotected sex (p in v), established relationship, breeding kink, lactation kink, mommy and daddy kink, impregnation, pregnancy body mentioned, milk sipping and titty sucking (hell yeah)

Notes | posting this now or I genuinely never will. Not my proudest work but here we are. I’m also incredibly aware that I am subjecting y’all to my own weird kinks…Don’t worry! It will only get worse from here :) This is all just for shits and giggles, I’m not gonna sit here and say that any of this is super accurate cus fr it’s not, I don’t know shit about being pregnant.

Build Your Own Adventure | you already know ;) tested it out, it’s fiiilllthyyyy

You laid in a ball on top of your bed. Freshly washed linens and clothes circling you like vultures.

You were exhausted, sleep deprived and you ached all over. Every movement made your muscles tense and your migraine grow.

It’s been three months since you had given birth to your little bundle of joy. Right about now though, your child was a lot more like a bundle of terror.

The baby rarely ever slept, too hungry to sleep and too stubborn to latch. It’s not the babys fault though, you knew that. It’s just—well, it’s fucking hard work.

——

You tried your best to wait up for your husband, you truly did. But your eyes grew heavy and your body aches slowly melted into a soft tingle as you fell into a much needed slumber.

You were awoken by the sound of your bedroom door closing. Groaning at the sudden intrusion of your dreams, you rolled over to look at your intruder.

“You’re home.” You mumbled to him groggily. Neil quickly slipped off his shoes and climbed into bed next to you, pushing off the clothes and freshly folded linen off the bed in the process.

You groaned and reached out for it, a heavy complaint ready to be expelled. But Neil just grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it, shushing you with the promise of the laundry being cleaned up later.

“The baby asleep?” He asked while he buried his face in between your shoulder and neck. You felt him take a deep inhale as his fingers trailed down your sore body.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, relaxing at the touch of your loving husband.

“Good.” He smiled and placed a gentle kiss to your neck. You craned your head slightly and welcomed it.

Neil’s soft hands traced the peek of skin that was exposed below your shirt. Lines of stretch marks covered your stomach, but he didn’t mind. He never did, he loved every part of you.

“Thank you for taking care of the baby,” Neil placed kisses along your collarbones.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Fingers trailed up your shirt to the soft and supple mounds that were your breasts.

You didn’t even realize it, but milk had soaked through the thin layer of your shirt; dripping down and making it sticky against your skin.

“So lucky to have you,” he echoed, his hands slightly trembling, his fresh hard on pressing into your thigh.

You loved the attention Neil gave you, but with how sore your body was from recovering, the constant care of your baby and the ever-growing pressure from the milk trapped in your breasts; you were almost at your breaking point.

“Neil— baby, not tonight.” You protested and gently pushed him away. Neil clung on though, his desire for you borderline insatiable.

“What’s wrong, is Mommy not feeling well?” He cooed into your ear, making you tingle all over.

He had started calling you that—mommy—right after you both found out that you were pregnant. It was sweet for the most part. Mostly coming off as innocent, but when he said it like that—

His fingers tweaked at your sore nipples, always hard and leaking these days. You winced slightly, clenching your teeth and letting out a soft hiss.

“Come on, use your words Mommy.” He teased, making your lower half grow slightly hot as you attempted to fight off his advances.

“I’m so exhausted, my body—“ He interrupted you with the slide of one his hands ghosting past your navel and onto the radiating heat between your legs.

“Mhmm, keep going.” He urged you to continue.

You were slowly getting overwhelmed, your shirt dampening more and more, your arousal slowly building, slowing making its way up a steady hill as it always did.

“My body is overworked, Neil. I-I love staying home and caring for the baby, but with the feeding and the—“ His hand slipped between your thighs, cupping your mound.

“—changing and never sleeping, it’s been so tough.. I’m just so overwhelmed.” You breathed out, little tears of frustration stinging your eyes. You took a deep, long breath in and exhaled.

Neil understood, or at least made sure that you knew he listened to your every word. He was always attentive and kind with you but something about carrying his child for nine months really pushed him into overdrive.

During the pregnancy you had made a habit— or well the baby had made a habit of craving weird foods at the oddest hours. Neil spent plenty of nights standing in 7/11’s at 3 in the morning, or mixing all kinds of weird concoctions that you asked for.

Pickles and ice cream, a Banquets Salisbury Steak dinner, a whole raw onion— you could go on and on.

Massages and bubble baths became a nightly routine for you as well—as Neil insisted. Even closing up the store earlier so he’d have time to cook you dinner.

You thought about these moments as Neil coddled you close to him. Even with all these wonderful things he’s done, there was never an expectation for repayment or a favor due. You simply being his wife, the mother of his child was more than enough.

Neil pushed back the strands of hair that clung to your forehead, you just knew you looked like a mess.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He consoled you as the tears started to build up, you were exhausted and your pregnancy hormones haven’t exactly worn off yet apparently.

“I know it’s been really hard on you since I’ve been back at the store, but you have been doing such an amazing job.” Neil said softly, running his thumbs over your damp cheeks and kissing the top of your head. He wrapped you close to his chest; the damp patch on your shirt now soaking into his.

He cupped your chin in his hand and tilted your head up to look at him.

“You’re the best wife anyone could ask for.” He said earnestly, his gaze passionate and affirming. He always told you this and it never got old. Butterflies would swoon in your chest at the sound of him calling you his wife. It felt like most days you were lucky just to have him.

“But you’re right, this isn’t a job for one person..” He shifted and pulled himself closer to you so you were both eye level.

“Let me take off just a few more weeks, so you can get a break.” He tried reasoning with you but you were having none of it.

“Neil you can’t, you’ve already taken off more time than you should. John and Lucien need you, the store needs you.” You objected. This wasn’t the first time you’ve both have had this conversation.

“They’ll be fine,” he insisted. “Plus I miss you and the baby so much, every minute I’m counting down till I can see you guys next.”

Neil’s words made your heart grow fonder but the answer was still no.

“Neil—“ you protested and finally he caved.

“Okay, okay well at least let my mom come and help, she loves you guys so much and I know she wouldn’t mind.” He offered.

“Are you sure…? I really don’t want to bother her-“

“I’m positive. I can call her tomorrow.” He assured and you pondered over it for a minute. It was a no brainer really, so you agreed.

“Okay..” you relented, nodding your head while he held it in his hands.

“Yeah? Okay.” he nodded with a big goofy smile on his face. He placed a passionate kiss to your lips before peppering your face with little pecks. You laughed, already your dampened mood brightening. He always knew how to cheer you up.

Carefully, he placed himself between your legs, pushing himself up so he was leaning over you. One of his hands traced your hip as he stared down into your eyes.

Your hair had been pulled back into a bun except for the few stray pieces, you had slight bags under your eyes and now even more the milk stain was obvious.

“You poor thing..” He purred, as he took you in.

“Overworking your body to take care of my child..” He brought his hand up to trace your cheek lightly.

“I think it’s time you let daddy take care of you.” He whispered against your ear, making the room grow steadily hotter and hotter.

You looked into his eyes, basically swimming in them as his pupils grew wider with each passing second. He was ready to dive in, to pamper and devour all in one.

Before you could say anything, his hands crawled up your wasted shirt and cupped your enlarged breasts. Every chance he could he’d have his hands on them. Rubbing, groping, licking, pinching—all of the above. It was only lately where you couldn’t stand them being played with and it was driving Neil insane.

You winced and grabbed his wrist, urging him to stop.

“They’re sore.. please.” You begged and Neil leaned down to place another kiss to your hand.

“I’ll be gentle.” Neil assured and went back to what he was doing. He slid the shirt over your head, lifting your arms and slipping it past your head and shoulders.

His hands gently wound their way around your tits, pushing them together and watching as the milk dribbled out, just a little, just enough for a taste.

“Neil—“ you whispered in distress and he shushed you lightly. He craned his head and scooted down so his hard on was pressing up against your heat.

“They’re so full.” He admired, his eyes taking mental shots at the sight of them. He had been touched starved for the past three months, his body basically itching to be close to you.

Since giving birth you’ve both been either too exhausted to be intimate or too busy. Any other chance he could though, he was rubbing himself against you or fondling you. Each time being met with a giggle and swatting him away, or him finishing in his pants while you laid there and encouraged him.

He couldn’t help it though, when it came to you he was a depraved man. Never getting enough of you—truly insatiable.

You watched him as he slowly licked the circumference of your nipple, lapping up the droplets of milk like he was dehydrated. You gasped seeing him relish in the taste and latch his mouth to the bud.

It started slow, his mouth kitten licking and prodding, never using his teeth no matter how badly he wanted to nip at you.

Soon though his focus was completely centered around your tits. His eyes fluttered shut and soft moans escaped his lips, vibrating around it.

It still hurt of course, and not necessarily in a good way. It was painful for him to even touch them but you enjoyed seeing him like this so much that you fought through it. You carded your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly, knowing he loved when you did that.

That elicited a whimper from him as his eyes snapped open and softened when he met your gaze. Your pupils equally the size of saucers as you stared down at this wonderful sight in front of you.

Neil’s lips latched tighter and gently he started to suck, keeping his eyes on you the entire time as you gasped at the feeling—the pull.

He brought both hands to your breasts as his hips ground into your clothed heat. He had one focus now, and it was drinking every last drop of you till you were spent.

“Fuck, Neil,” you whined, finding all of this oddly pleasurable. This was most definitely new, sure he had sucked on your nipples before but he’s never drank from them.

You watched his eyes roll to the back of his head, his breathing labored, body hungry for more. You watched a droplet of milk spill from the corner of his mouth, his throat swallowing, basically gulping down as much as he possibly could.

He pulled off just enough to take a breath, and move to the next one. The one hand that wasn’t being occupied holding your tits in place, slithered down and slipped past your pants and panties, finding a goldmine of wetness waiting for him.

Neil moaned and looked up at you to watch your reaction as he brought two digits to your clit. Moving in slow, diligent circles and making you squirm as you pressed your body up into his fingers. It’s been a long three months for the both of you.

“Does that feel good, mommy? Do you like when I touch you like this?” He teased, making you bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from whimpering.

“Y-Yes.” You choked out, slowly losing your mind to his aggressive touches.

Neil licked at his milky lips, savoring the taste before he pressed them to yours, forcing you to taste your own creation.

His tongue tasted sweet, like cantaloupe juice, and you wondered if that’s what it really tasted like. Neil pulled back and smirked at you, his fingers still working you into a frenzy.

“Tastes good right? Tastes so fucking good.” He moaned and finally couldn’t take it anymore. Without even consoling you, he yanked at the hem of your pants and underwear, shoving them down your thighs and passed your ankles.

You clung to yourself now, not entirely used to your post pregnancy body being put on display. Neither of you has made love quite like this in a while.

“Fuck baby,” the words slipped right off his tongue like melted butter. He pried your arms back and hungrily kissed at your chest, slowly making his way down.

His movements were quick and passionate, diving into your body like a sweet dessert. He kissed down your stomach, leaving a trail of spit behind, stopping close to your abdomen and just loving the feeling of your bush rubbing against his chin.

“You just taste so good— I can’t help myself.” He mouthed at your supple skin. His hands still trailing behind him, groping and fondling at every inch of your skin.

“I needed this. I needed this so bad baby, you have no idea.” He whined and his lips trailed over your inner thighs. He wanted to take his time with you, to make you feel good, and he would even as his own erection was pressing harshly against his jeans.

He latched his mouth to your dripping cunt, the warm, wet heat calling out to him, begging to be licked clean.

He did just that, filling the room with lewd slurping sounds as a mix of your moans blended together perfectly. You almost forgot about the sleeping baby in the other room.

“Neil, the baby is sleeping, w-we have to be quiet.” You warned in between a gasp, his mouth mercilessly working you into a mind-bending orgasm.

He sucked especially hard and pulled off, making you clutch the sheets for dear life.

“Yeah?” He whispered to you, his voice low and raspy. Even in the dimming light of the room, as the sun started to settle; you could see him. His lips and chin were slick with your juices. It was like a scene straight out of a porno—a good porno, of course.

You nodded at him and swallowed hard, he wasn’t asking for clarification, he was challenging you.

“Well then we better be quiet, right?” He teased and you nodded again.

His hand gripped your breast and tweaked the nipple, little teardrops of milk spilling out onto his fingers. You winced slightly at the manhandling but let him continue.

“Here, try some.” He said, collecting some of it and shoving his fingers into your mouth. Just when you started to suck them clean, he slipped two fingers inside of you making you arch your back and moan loudly around his digits.

“That’s right, Mommy can take it. Mommy can take it real good.” He praised you and moved both sets of fingers in sync. You clenched around him hard when his thumb swiped up at your already aroused clit. Slow and steady at first but picking up speed quickly.

You mouthed obscenities around him as he continued finger fucking you and he just took it all in. Biting his bottom lip, he was at the precipice of his own desire. The fact that he could do this to you, the fact that he could drive you crazy like this.. it was his only purpose.

Neil became uncomfortably aware of how much clothes he had on shortly after and pulled away just long enough to slip himself free of his confines. You laid there, trying to catch your breath and trying to stop your legs from shaking.

You watched him flip back the buckle of his belt and yank down his trousers and underwear in one swift move.

You stared at his erection, making mental note that the tip was slick with precum, it made your cunt ache more than it’s ever before.

You reached for him in desperation and he met you halfway. Neil pulled himself on top of you and feverishly ground himself against you.

Slipping his cock between your folds, right against your clit and using your own arousal as his lubrication. He bucked into you, a deep growl escaping his lips with each thrust upward.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about this all week..” He confessed with his eyes closed.

“Every time I watch you put the dishes away or bend over to pick something up—“ he slid his cock roughly against your clit once again.

“—all I could think about was fucking you right then and there.” you mewled at his confession though you already knew he wanted to.

“I just want to fuck you over every countertop, rip your fucking clothes off of you and fill that pretty pussy of yours.” This desperate act of him humping against you was pushing you close to the edge, as pathetic as it was to admit. Again, it’s been a long three months.

“Can you imagine that? Us having another baby, your belly all big again—and god those milky tits getting bigger than ever.” He fondled at your breasts, making more warm milk leak from them.

His depraved words only brought both of you closer to the edge. You knew he wouldn’t finish this way, he liked it inside.

You moaned and arched your back with each drag of his cock down your sensitive bud, each movement only producing more and more lubrication.

Your fingers made lines of red down his back as you clawed. Each heave of your chests making the room grow stuffier and stuffier.

“Can you imagine that baby? Tell me how badly you want it.” Neil urged, his hips slowing down, adding more pressure every time he moved towards you.

“Y-Yes..” you said weakly. You were completely loss for words, you had no idea he was so into that. “I can—I can imagine that.” You croaked, which only made a wicked smirk form on his face.

“Just look you, poor thing hasn’t been properly fucked in months. Hasn’t had Daddy’s cock to come all over.” His words basically made your eyes roll to the back of your head. His never-ending teasing making your pussy twitch and physically yearn for him.

Neil felt it, oh he felt it alright and it only drove him more mad. “Ooh you like that don’t you? Why don’t you come like this. Come on, come for me.”

You went to object, opening your mouth to beg him not to make you come like this; like you were some horny teenager rubbing herself off on her pillow, it felt dirty and depraved—which you were by all means— but you wanted more, you wanted to feel him.

Neil stopped you, “No whining, just do it.” He insisted and you could barely contain the high pitched whimper that left your lips as your cavern squeezed around itself, desperate for something to latch onto as wave after wave hit your body over and over again.

You threw your head back and about halfway through your orgasm you remembered the importance of staying quiet.

Neil kept on rubbing his perpetually leaking cock up and down your clit till your thighs twitched and you became desperate to get away.

Now that your opening was slick and so beyond ready, he slowly slid in. Inch by inch, he filled your sensitive cunt. He relished in the feeling, the grip tight and still fluttering from your orgasm.

“Neil!” You gasped, not expecting the burn from the stretch that met you. It hurt, which was to be expected but this felt different compared to what you were used to. It felt like he was tunneling a hole into you. Splitting you but also igniting you in the best way possible.

“Fuuuck…” he drawled out, his eyes fluttering shut as he rocked himself slowly in and out, over and over again.

Neil knelt over you, his elbows slotted on each side of your head. He leaned in so his lips were just grazing yours, his tongue slipping out to swipe at your parted lips.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this—you have no idea how much I’ve missed this.” He said, emphasizing his words with deeper thrusts. “How much I missed you.”

You felt your ears grow hot as your arousal bubbled up again. It was a heat that was so indescribable and so delicious it made your mouth water. You nodded, your chest rising and falling, labored breaths leaving you.

Neil fell into a slow and brutal pace. You could feel every inch of him, every curve and vein as he fucked you into oblivion. The speed only made your head spin and you found yourself digging lines down his back once more.

“Oh my god, baby. You know how I love it when you do that.” He moaned for you, slotting his head in between your shoulder.

Each word made you wetter and wetter. Soon enough the whole room was filled with soft squelching noises. It only seemed to spur Neil on because in seconds he pulled back, sitting back on his knees and gripped your hips for support as he looked down at you.

“I could come right now.” He said, his glazed eyes roaming over your body. He watched the way his thrusts made your breasts move, watching them jiggle as little droplets dribbled down the curve of them and onto the sheets.

“I could fill you up so good, have you walking around the rest of the day with my come leaking out of you… but I can’t.” He resigned with a sigh and angled his hips slightly upwards before slamming into you full force.

The wind was knocked out of you instantly. Gasping and trying desperately to ground yourself you clawed at the sheets, inevitably pulling them loose from the tucked corners of the bed.

He was fucking you so hard you could hear the loose screw in the frame rattling with each thrust inward.

“Neil please!” You begged but you weren’t even sure for what. For him to slow down? For him to stop? Oh no, no, no—that just wouldn’t do.

“I can’t baby, not when I need to feel you come all over me. Need to see that pretty little face as I—“ He gripped at your cheeks for emphasis, making your jaw hang open and your lips pouty. He leaned over just enough to spit into your gaping mouth and moved your jaw closed so you would swallow it.

“—fuck you into this mattress.” He finished. You felt your chest tighten, all the muscles in your thighs and stomach seizing for a moment as another wave of ecstasy hit you.

His filthy words filled your ears like angels singing and you nodded along, your body already climbing to your next orgasm.

You would do anything he said in this moment as long as he kept doing what he was doing. If he wanted another baby—fine. If he wanted you to scale the Empire State Building—that’s fine too.

You felt pressure building up, like weights were being placed against the bundle of nerves inside of you. You knew you could come like this if he kept up his brutal pace but you needed more and well—Neil had no problem delivering.

He moved your legs so they now rested against his shoulders and leaned forward. He went impossibly deep and both of you let out an animalistic moan.

He sped up quick, sounds of his thighs slapping against yours echoing off the walls. He reached for your hand that was bunched in the messy sheets and placed it between your thighs.

“Touch yourself for me.” He ordered and you didn’t hesitate.

You brought two fingers down and started rubbing in rhythmic circles making the deepest parts inside your pussy start to twitch. Neil’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open as you watched him tremble at the feeling of you—at the sight of you.

You were so clearly everything to him, and having you like this—your knees to your chest, split open and fucking writhing underneath him.. He’d call it heaven—scratch that—better than heaven.

“I-I’m close.” You choked out, your voice growing higher in pitch as he continued pounding his cock deeper and deeper into you.

Neil’s eyes returned to you, meeting your lust filled gaze before latching his lips down onto your nipple and starting to suck again.

It felt like he was dragging every ounce of energy out of you. Purely sucking the soul out of you.

You brought your free hand up to his hair, latching on and gripping so hard onto his locks you thought you’d rip them out.

“Neil, Neil, neil…” You chanted his name. The bed shook with you both, squeaks and rattling, the sound of flesh meeting flesh. It was too good. Too raw. And there was little to no care in keeping quiet anymore.

“Yeah baby, keep saying my name. Let everyone know who fucks you this good.” Neil purred, removing himself long enough from your tits to speak and then immediately returning back to suck them dry.

“Fuck!” You gasped one last time as you clamped down on him. Everything tensed for a long minute and you swore you blacked out. A soft ringing filled your ears, toes curling beside his ear, thighs trembling.

Neil moaned loudly, his mouth full and vibrating around your sore and hardened nipples. There was pain and pleasure mixing like a lethal cocktail, making you spill all around him.

The base of his cock grew sticky and the wet sounds only amplified. His thrusts grew erratic but never lost their strength.

You watched Neil detach from your nipple long enough to see the milky liquid stain his lips. He gaped at you, mouth hanging open and breathing heavy. Hunger. Deep and vicious in his eyes.

“Tell me you want another baby.” He said in a strained low voice.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He ordered. You were surprised he still had the strength to tease you, to make you beg.

“I want it.” You said without hesitating. He was still fucking you through your sensitivity which was starting to make you squirm but he liked it that way.

“Say it again.” He demanded with desperation.

“I want a-another baby Neil.” You could barely get out as he slammed particularly hard into you.

“More.” He all but growled. You could tell he was there, right on the tipping age. He was always more.. demanding when he was close.

“I-I want another baby. Fuck—I love you so much, I’d do anything for you.” The words spilled from your lips without even thinking.

It was a drop of tenderness in an act that would surely get you both sent to hell if you weren’t already married. But it buried Neil, hammering in the last nail towards completion.

Neil stilled for a moment, his full body weight pressing down on you as his thighs shook against yours.

He gaped for a second, the room falling eerily quiet as his orgasm sucked the air out of him. He gasped loudly, “Fuuuck..” drawled from his throat.

You felt him flex inside you over and over again, the head of his member hitting your sweet spot every time a hot gushing dose of come spilled from it.

His hands gripped the back of your knees for support as he pumped the last bit of it deep inside of you.

You tried to catch your breath but under the weight of him, it was proving to be difficult. Before you could say anything though, Neil pushed his lips to yours.

Lazy, sweet and all tongue. He lapped at your lips and then pressed his tongue to the back of your teeth. You hummed into the kiss, pulling him in deeper by the back of his head.

You both laid there for a moment, lip locked and absolutely wrecked. You pulled away just to tell him that he was starting to crush you, but of course, just a second later you heard the crackles of the baby monitor next to you, and soon enough the baby’s cries could be heard.

Neil smiled down at you, that same goofy smile that had you hooked from day one. “I’ll get him, you stay here and rest up.” He said already pulling away and out of you.

“You deserve it.” He added, placing one last kiss upon your nose and turning towards the closet to pull out some fresh clothes.

You deserve it.

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cillianhead · 15 days

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Are You Afraid of The Dark? || Jonathan Crane x Reader

summary: Dr. Crane lurks in the shadows. It's where he's learned to thrive. Though it wasn't his plan for you to see him in the darkness.

Warnings: SMUT, NONCON, Stalking / Obsessive behavior, Jonathan breaks into Y/N's place... (on multiple occasions), chloroforming kind of ??, pregnancy talk, unprotected sex, biting, blood, adult content!

hope you enjoy <3

18+ MINORS DNI

It wasn't the exact ideal scenario for him right now. Being tucked behind a curtain, with you staring directly at him... in the dark. Jonathan's hands were tucked behind his back as he held his breath, eyes wide, still in that tricky mind of his convinced you couldn't see him.

You couldn't. He blended in perfectly with the darkness, even with those blue eyes that could sometimes seem to glow in the dark. Your glow-in-the-dark stars, childish and cute, he thought, were the only source of dim lighting in the room. Your covers weren't doing much to cover you, kicked to the foot of the bed, nearly falling off the edge. Your ceiling fan twists in neverending cycles of hypnotic winds hitting you in the face as you squint your eyes a little more. Your heartbeat racing quicker at the thought of a stranger's figure. Your curtain wasn't floor length, only covering to his knees; it was a foolish and quick leap, the only place he could really hide. It was unusual for you to wake up at this hour, usually you slept soundly through the night.

He loved that about you. Jonathan observed your stillness as you slept, you were truly the most beautiful thing. And when you dreamed... oh how you dreamed... he thought... you smiled in your sleep, and sometimes you'd even cry or whine, it was heartbreaking, really.

But oh then you moaned too. The first time it happened he had to stop himself from lunging at you, pushing himself back against the wall and squeezing his eyes shut as he heard you whimper in your sleep, even tossing and turning as you had wet dreams. He could make your dreams come true, he thought. He did get himself off to the sight of you, fist down his pants as he stroked his cock at a strange angle, he didn't care as he wet himself with his own jizz, underwear soaked through with it. He lived next door, he'd deal with it after.

The first time Jonathan ever broke into your apartment was simply by accident... you left your door unlocked, he was curious to see if you were that dumb to do so, especially in a building like this. And with people like him living next door. You were asleep and so he lingered through your apartment, scoffing at your unlocked door, as... one would... and well... examined every knick-knack and even went through your family photo album, chuckling at the sorts. He really got to know you in the time that you were asleep. Jonathan slept erratically, barely ever at all, he only slept when he remembered to. Sometimes he got lost in the madness, in the hallucinations, the high... from the lack of sleep. He was deprived, snarling, and hungry for sleep constantly. Jonathan pushed himself to the brink of insanity and death, seeing how far he could go without a single rest. He once went an entire week and a half. But the day you moved in next door, he knew he'd find his long-needed rest in you. Once he had you, he could sleep.

But now at 3:30 in the morning, the witching hour, you thought with a shiver. Goosebumps and strikes of terror twitched you to be wide awake. Surely it was just the shadows playing tricks on you, right? The blank wall beside your window didn't usually have a smirk plastered on it and a pair of blue eyes, right? Why were the walls watching you then? What was that feeling on your skin? Hungry eyes stalk your every movement, his gaze was as precise as a feline hunting in the dark.

You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move, frozen in fear you stared and stared and stared until your eyes dried up. And Jonathan just stood there, both frightened for his own sake and aroused by your fearful look. He could see well in the dark. Jonathan saw every inch of you, in your little nightgown. And your petrified look.

You convinced yourself it was just the night. You were just a little paranoid. So as you lean back on your elbows, to tuck yourself back in, you notice the shine on a pair of black shoes peeking out into the moonlight. You frowned, shoes looking a little too large to be yours... you slip out of bed only to hear the floor creak and the shoes move. Stepping towards you.

"Now, sweetheart... let me explain myself," The voice said with a grin, his hands raised up in the air as if you had a gun.

You looked at him with pure horror. Stuck on the ground like glue, a helpless little girl at the mercy of a creeping neighbor. Nausea, flashing lights of panic, trying hard not to vomit, you look at him with your lips parted and your lungs deflated. You couldn't speak. Jonathan just laughed.

"Are you alright, dear?" He smirked, still shed in darkness, you couldn't quite make him out. Then he stepped into the light, eyes locked on you, at a killer speed. Two things came to mind as you finally blinked, relief and fear. Two very different things.

It's just your neighbor, you know him...

He's a doctor... he's a....

He's....

You can't even remember his name.

How could you forget the name of a man who looked like that?

............YOU DO NOT KNOW HIM.

You do not know him.

You clutch at your stomach, leaning back on the bed because your knees are about to give out. "Please don't hurt me..." That was the only thing you could think of. What else were you supposed to say?

"Don't give me a reason to," Jonathan quipped as he took a step closer you whimpered and moved further back like some sort of cruel game of chess. "Y/N, don't you dare run from me!"

You froze on your feet, heart thumping the inside of your skull as he raised his voice and used your name. Cowering at the sight of his pale blue eyes, those hypnotic baby blues locked on you like a loaded shotgun aimed right at your pretty mouth. You just collapsed back on the bed, like some sort of ragdoll as you sat and began to weep in fear. Jonathan rushed over to you, cupping your face in his heavy palm. Thumb and forefinger grip underneath your cheekbones. The other hand grabbed at your tits, hands kneading at the feeling finally at last.

"Fu-uuck," He croaked out, voice throaty and rough. "Promise I'm not here to hurt you, princess, I was only here to catch a peep at you sleeping but it seems I've woken you up."

"H-Have you been in here before?" You asked with a tremble in your mouth, tears still weltering in your eyes.

He just chuckled, licking his lips. "I take it that means you haven't found the note I left you the other night..." Jonathan shook his head, pulling his hand away from his face to scratch at his stubbly chin. He hadn't shaved in days, was too obsessed with you, too busy writing about you, watching you, thinking about you to really care for himself. Of course, he had showered but he had run out of fresh razor blades, and oh, how he couldn't be bothered to go to the dull supermarket.

You shuddered.

"No, I haven't..." You said, voice barely above a whisper.

"What a pity..." He pursed his lips momentarily before putting his gaze back on you and your boobs spilling out of your nightgown. "My name's Jonathan, I should've introduced myself sooner." His formality was all just a mask, he didn't care what you had to say for yourself. You just shook your head and tried to pull away as he groped you over your dress, moving to crawl away but he grabbed you by your ankle and pulled you back over to him instead. Now you were bent over the bed with your ass sticking out, like some sort of perfect peach. Jonathan grabbed you by your hair, tugging on it as he pressed his hips into yours, letting you feel his cock through his sweatpants. You'd be lying if you said it didn't feel good, slotted perfectly between the curve of your ass cheeks, even nudging at your bare pussy.

"St-Stop..." You clawed at the sheets, trying to pull yourself away from him but he only pulled harder on your hair, you let out a loud cry and bowed your head in shame. "Please!"

"Stop your crying or you'll make me cum," Jonathan hissed and slapped your bare ass. "You're such a slut, don't act like you don't want this, sleeping with no panties on... you're a fucking brazen whore if I've ever seen one..."

You managed to get your leg loose enough to kick him in the shins, hard enough to send him keeling over, pawing at his new-found bruise on his calf. You bolted to your bedroom door, scrambling to open the door. The door swung open but as you took that leap of faith... that one last chance to freedom... you had a damp cloth on your face and suddenly you were feeling a little woozy.

"It's okay, shhhh... shhh..." Jonathan's arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as you go limp below the shoulders, still conscious as he drags you over to your bed. "Just a mild muscle-relaxer... you'll be back to full mobility within the hour..."

"Yoouu.... ffrrmmmmnngnghhh...." Oh god, you couldn't speak. Your words were slurred and your vision was blurred, too numb to care as he dragged you to your bed and manhandled you into place. You were now a malleable doll to him, your arms heavy and legs limp. "St-Stop..." You gurgled as he shimmied out of his pants and had your legs thrown over his shoulders.

"Hush now," He hissed, fucking his fist as he stood between your shaky thighs. "Let me promise you this darling, you're gonna be addicted to my cock..." Jonathan's voice was a breathy grunt as he smeared the tip of his red tip along your sticky folds. He let out little gasps, hips jolting at the feeling of your pussy. It was so much better than his daydreams. "Fuck..." Jonathan whined again, voice breaking in pitch. Your thighs squeezed around him subconsciously as if he had let out a desperate cry and your body was responding to it. He was addicted to you already.

But you were horrified. The fat head of his cock slowly stretches you open and he leaves it there, looking down at where his body meets yours with labored breathing. "J-Jonn...." You cry, your arms twitched but just barely. He pulled the tip out to look down at your weeping cunt, juices rushing down onto the bedsheets.

"You're so wet, just how I thought you'd be," Jonathan said, a depraved look in his sparkling eyes and a satisfied grin plastered across his face. He was sleep-deprived and now, he was finally getting what he wanted. You. He knew once he gave you a proper fuck you'd know he was the man for you. He'd mold you perfectly around him, truly make you his, so that no other man could do it for you. You were his. "Beg." He snickered, knowing you couldn't.

You could barely roll your own eyes let alone control your own voice. You let out murmurs of pathetic attempts at words. "No.... yostopfssfkhhhh...."

"Talkin' nonsense and I haven't even fucked you yet..." Jonathan chuckled before lining his hips back up with yours and finally impaling you then and there, sliding in with little resistance but not without a mewl from you. You were seeing stars as you retracted in on yourself, trying so hard to move, wishing you weren't so embarrassingly wet. "There we go..." Tears slipped down your cheeks and you saw that sadistic smile of his grow and his pupils expanded like he was high off of ecstasy.

That sick bastard. Jonathan blinked, rutting his hips into yours as he pressed himself as deep as he could go and kept himself there. He pressed right against your cervix as you felt your pinky finger move independently but the rest of your shaking body remains paralyzed. Jonathan felt like he could cum just by being inside you. Your walls squeezing him with utmost desire.

“Pl-Please…” You cried, your own body betraying you as you felt like you were on the brink of cumming. You had never been fucked like this before. It was primal and desperate the way he pistoned his hips in and out, Jonathan’s jaw agape as he let out satisfied grunts. “Stop…” You wheeze, your voice coming out as a mere breath. He wouldn’t stop even if he could hear you.

Jonathan looked down at you, fresh beads of sweat dribbling down his forehead as his hands moved down to paw at your boobs. "Imagine how big your tits will be when you're pregnant with my child, hm?" Jonathan snarled, lost in the feeling of you. "Imagine how fucking swollen and sore they'll be... you'll need my mouth for relief..." At that, he bent down, curling his lips around the erect bud and sucking as if something would come out. He could already imagine how sweet your milk would taste and he moaned at the thought.

You cried and squirmed, the best you could at least but Jonathan was displeased with your unhappy reaction. Your muscles twitched as the drugs slowly yet surely wore off but you still weren't back to your full strength, you could barely lift an arm up. Your toes curled as he rocked into you and unwillingly you felt yourself come undone around him.

"F-Fuck..." You squeaked, spasming slightly as you drenched his cock in your arousal.

Jonathan's pupils expanded as he looked up at you, still suckling on your nipple as he fucked you. He popped off it momentarily to speak, a string of spit sitting on his pretty bottom lip as it curled into a sickening smirk. "Keep squeezing me like that darling..." He cooed, hips jerking as you clamped around him like a vice. "I-I needed this.... fuck... needed this so much, baby..." His voice was sweet and innocent as if he wasn't forcing himself on you. "I love you... I'm so in love with you... You're all mine..." Jonathan's eyes trailed down your figure, tits bouncing with each eager thrust and your fingers squeezing at the sheets. And then his eyes landed on the way you took him, so perfectly, cock sliding in and out of you. Fuck, it felt so good.

His hands found your hips and in a menacing fashion, used them as leverage to fuck you harder into oblivion. He fucked you like you were just a mere ragdoll with the wettest pussy he'd ever felt. Every grunt of his, every groan, sent jolts down to your core, and you throbbed with pure need. Even if you hated what was happening to you right now.

"I... I... oh... oh my god..." Jonathan never knew a cunt could feel this good. So tight. So warm. So.... wet. For the first time in his life, his mind went blank and he decided in that moment that this was what heaven felt like. You were his heaven... his long-needed bliss. Jonathan's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his cock twitch and spurt out ropes of cum, fucking it into you as deep as he could. To stop himself from letting out a shout, he grabbed your wrist and bit down, sinking his jaw into the flesh until the metallic taste of your blood filled his mouth. Teeth and tongue stained crimson and you wailed at the feeling, not sure what was worse; the feeling of his teeth or the feeling of his tongue lapping it up eagerly. His moans were muffled into your wrist, canines buried deep in your skin.

And eventually, in a blur of motions, he collapsed on top of you, wrist free from his mouth and his body weight resting completely on you. He was on cloud nine. "Thank you..." He whispered, exasperated. He licked his lips, reveling in the way your blood tasted. So sweet. "Thank you, Y/N..." Jonathan nudged his nose against your cheek, like a cat seeking attention. "You're my favorite girl."

You still couldn't speak. You lay motionless underneath him, blankly staring up at the ceiling and silent salty tears escaping from your lifeless eyes.

You always hated the dark. Maybe it was time to buy a night-light

I have an irrational fear of the dark but all I'm saying is... I won't be complaining if I find Jonathan Crane hiding in my bedroom <3

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