#and helps him up and lets him lean against him (and the angle makes it unclear but there's touching of SOME sort going on)

[kisakunt]

ODE TO THE V CARD!

description... losing virginity! taking the v card! getting laid!

warnings… honestly not many. just sex pretty vanilla

word from the writer… the gets killed is mid idk it’s not my best work but i tried ok guys

KILLERS

“aw, look at you,” his hands knead at your breasts, head dipping down to press a coy kiss to the side of your lips. “so sensitive.” you shudder at the contact, whine passing from your lips when he rocks his hips against you. “gonna make you feel good, yeah baby?” he loves you like this, so confused and needy under him, pure and vulnerable and so okay with him ruining you. his thumb hooks along the curve of your waist, tracing the outline of your bare skin under him before resting on your clit, grin widening at the garble that leaves you.

“no one’s ever touched you here, yeah?” you think, by default, this makes you his. as if that would ever be a question to begin with. “no one’s ever made you feel like this?” his finger moves— not in the small circles you’ve heard about, but up and down, pressing just hard enough without alleviating the pressure. it’s dizzying, the way his callouses shift over your bud, his breath shallow but composed.

“you want more, doll?” you nod— scared, helpless, desperate. it’s a mess— hands reaching over for lube to make the experience easier for you (though you think, honestly, you might be wet enough as is), an anxious laugh bubbling at your lips while you pull your legs back in an almost birthing position. it’s real, intimate and deep between the two of you, authentic and honest and nothing like the porn you’d watch late at night thinking about him.

and when he finally does it— when he slowly inches himself in between your folds, rubbing your clit with the tip of his dick, teasing you, right before slowly breaking at your walls, it hurts.

he doesn’t bottom out immediately. even when he’s cruel, he’s nicer than that. he takes his time filling you up, before he develops a slow rhythm that makes you squirm.

“that okay?” it’s not as sweet as you’d intend it to be, selfishness laced inside the question. you nod pathetically, hair laid out under you and eyes hazy.

“good.” then, without a second thought, he’s really fucking you. and you can’t do anything but lay there, legs loosely around his waist, and take it.

MEGUMI, GOJO, TOJI, CHOSO

GETS FUCKING KILLED

he didn’t know what to expect. maybe some flare of passion; ripping clothes off, declaring love, crying even.

he didn’t think it’d be you; down on your knees, one hand at the base of his cock, your lips suctioned on the rest with your tongue swirling over the tip. he didn’t think he’d be breathy, moaning, desperate before even trying pussy.

you don’t let him cum. you do a good enough job, pulling back with a pop, and then you give him a little lopsided grin. you trace your fingers over him, swirling up the last of the precum.

“so,” you’re standing up now, leaning over him and licking your fingers. you make a show out of it, he can’t help but wonder how insanely experienced you are compared to him. “you wanna fuck me or what?”

he won’t be too eager. he knows he’s already about to make a big fool of himself, so he can’t make an ass of him too. he nods, diligently, thoughtfully, and wonders how you’ll take him.

he expects maybe for you to ride him, but you lay on your back and rest your hands under your thighs, ready to pull them up whenever.

“you gotta learn sometime. get to it!” he’s nervous. his hands rest right next to your hips, one of them raised trying to figure out exactly how to get inside. you laugh and he feels his world crumbling.

“here,” you grab his cock, lining the tip up with your hole, hand massaging it gently as you do. “there you go, baby. you got it.”

when he starts, it’s too sloppy. his hips stutter, they can’t find a proper rhythm, but then you tell him how. you boss him, telling him how fast to go, where to angle, how to hit. it’s more of a tutoring session than sex maybe, but then he does something that makes you gasp and he’s obsessed.

“yeah, yeah, harder. no— don’t speed up, i said harder.” he listens to your every word, and the sound of your wet, and the sound of his breaths, and he can tell he’s going to cum all to quick.

“fuck, sorry. fuck! sorry!” it couldn’t have been more than five minutes, honestly. but you bring your hand to his face and pull him down to you after he cums, kissing him soft and sweet.

“lot of potential there, mister.” you swipe your thumb under his eye and he squints. oh. he guesses there was crying involved.

SUKUNA, GETO, NANAMI, YUJI

[lheesluv]

Back Seat Relief (l.hs)

Heeseung made you upset and had other plans to make it up to you… in the back seat…

PAIRINGS - big dick!heeseung x fem!reader

GENRE - smut

WARNINGS - smut (mdni), p in v, protected sex, big dick heeseung, dirty talk, sex in the car… duh, Imk if i missed anything!

WC - 1k

A/N — another smut chapter of my wattpad series "My Secret Lover." if you wanna know what happens next, go check it out at lheesluv on wattpad. thank you for 100+ followers already ahhh !!!

© All rights reserved Iheesluv do not copy, repost, or translate.

He pulled you in a needy kiss and pulled you to sit on top of his lap. "What do you want, pretty," he asked, whispering against your lips. "Can I ride you?" You asked in a faint whisper. A smirk grew on his lip, "Is that what you want, darling?"

You nodded shyly, looking away from his stare. He tapped your thigh and you got off his lap for him to pull his pants down. He leaned forward to the front seats and pulled out a condom under a compartment. Saying you were flustered was an understatement. You pulled down your shorts and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Don't be shy, love. Come here."

You hovered over his lap, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lined yourself up with his tip and slowly sank down. You bit your lower lip to suppress yourself. His hands ran up and down the slides of your body to ease you.

"Fuck," you breathed out, feeling full. "You okay?" he asked you with concern. You nodded. "You're just..." your voice trailed off, making him confused. "What is it, darling? You can tell me." you were about to embarrass yourself. "You're just... b-big, so it's just—"

His laugh cut you off. You knitted your eyebrows together with a small frown. "Why are you laughing?" "It's just—" He couldn't finish his sentence because he kept on laughing. "Hee!" "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You're doing great, love."

His pet name made your stomach twirl in so many different ways. After you felt yourself get used to this position, you slowly lifted yourself up and sank back down on his length. It was slow at first, but he kept whispering praises to you.

Eventually, you found your pace and slid up and down his cock at a rhythm. You noticed his eyes were glued to your pelvis. He watched as his cock would disappear inside of you every time you went up and down.

His grip on your ass tightened when you focused on thrusting up and down around the tip of his head. "Fuck, Y/n, you're so good," he mumbled with a breathy voice. You couldn't help but let out a moan when you felt the tip of his head hit your G-spot every now and then.

"Gonna use me to make you cum? Hm? Won't you, love?" "Heeseung," you moaned his name out in response, gripping his shoulders tightly. You got weak and he noticed it. His hands held your waist to help you glide up and down his length. His lips were parted, his sweaty forehead, and his head was thrown back against the seat of the car. He looked too good.

You gasped when you felt his tip stroke past your spot. "You're s-so deep," you cried out, your forehead dropping on his shoulder. "You're taking me so well, pretty. So fucking well." You felt your wet walls clench around him at his words. A strained moan fell out of his parted lips at the pleasure.

You found yourself riding him harder and faster. His hips thrust up from below, our hips meeting in the middle. The pleasure felt too good and you wanted to release so bad. The feeling was unbearable. It felt too good. This new deep angle had you weak to your knees. He had you feeling pleasure in every way possible.

"Fucking hell you feel so good, baby," He gasped out then bit his bottom lip. Several moans fell out of your lips as the pleasure built up inside of you. You wanted more and more of him. You lifted your hips just enough for his tip to still stay in you then you thrust back down on his length and repeated the movement.

"Fuck, Heeseung," you cried out his name, bouncing up and down on his cock. The pleasure was too overwhelming. You threw your head back, eyes squeezing shut at the intense feeling.

The tinted windows were foggy and the sound of us moaning and panting was audible. The car would shake and the smell of sex filled the car. Constant skin clapping fueled the fire inside of you.

"Please don't stop," Heeseung said in a breathless voice below you. You felt yourself get turned on even more. His moans made you want to make him cum faster.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," you desperately cried out, your legs giving up on you. Heeseung took over and thrust up into you from below, making you cry out in pleasure. "Cum for me, pretty girl."

As if it was on command, you came with a strained moan and dropped against his body. "I'm close, okay?" You tiredly nodded at his words and let him use you like a toy. "Shit, I'm so fucking close," Heeseung breathed out, holding you tightly as he pumped himself into you.

You had some energy left in you and decided to help him. You sat up straight and rode him with all the energy you had left. Your hips grinded back and forth on his cock to create friction. Heeseung relaxed his body underneath, warm hands holding your waist to guide you. You clenched yourself around him repeatedly, desperate for him to cum.

"Please, please, please," you whined in a whisper, pressing yourself down on him. "Fuck, I'm about to cum," he breathed out heavily, thrusting himself back up into you, chasing his release. "Oh, Y/n," he moaned out, gripping your waist tightly as he shot his hot load in his condom. That will surely leave a mark for the next few days.

Our breathing slowed down and found its normal pace. His grip around your waist loosened and so did your grip on his shoulders. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his lips before hugging him. A small whimper escaped your lips when you felt him deeper in you. His arms wrapped around your sweaty body and kept you close.

"Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm feeling better than okay," you breathed out and couldn't help but smile sheepishly. His hands softly massaged your waist. He pressed a few butterfly kisses on your shoulders before pulling you away to stare into his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he complimented you and tucked your loose strands of hair behind your ear.

His sudden compliment made your cheeks warm. "T-Thank you." He giggled at you and pulled you back into a hug.

[zerocoded]

summary: the view of linkon city from above is really different than what you're accostumed to, but you can't help but love every second of it when caleb is by your side.

authors note: can't believe i'm posting a caleb work here on this account before a sylus one LOL, anyways i'll treat our dragon fine later, now this colonel has been eating my brain the past two days and i need to get this out. this is pretty lame honestly, just trying to figure out what caleb i want to write among ALL of the ideas his one minute trailer gave me geez. i hope you like his soft side here because i plan to write a more obsessive caleb next time hehe. (GUYS I CAN'T FIND THE AUTHOR OF THIS BEAUTIFUL DRAWING I FOUND ON PINTEREST HELP).

warnings: soft!caleb lol he is just our boynextdoor here • idk where this would fit in the og story so just enjoy the reading and pretend it makes sense pls • sfw content

word count: 0.6k

the neon glow of skyhaven's artificial skyline reflected off the polished surfaces of the floating colony, bathing everything in shades of blue and violet. caleb leaned casually against his fighter jet, the sharp angles of the aircraft framing his silhouette. his black jacket, emblazoned with the deepspace aviation administration emblem, caught the faint light, making him seem larger than life.

“thought you’d chicken out,” caleb said, his voice laced with mock disappointment as you approached. “figured you’d be too scared to race the great colonel caleb.”

“scared? of you?” you shot back, folding your arms. “last i checked, you scraped the hull of your jet in the last drill. hardly inspiring confidence, colonel.”

he chuckled, the sound low and warm, and pushed off the jet with an easy grace. “ouch. remind me to never let you near the observation deck again. you’ve got a real knack for holding grudges, don’t you?”

your banter was familiar, a shield against the weight of the world outside skyhaven. but tonight, there was a strange tension in the air, unspoken yet undeniable.

caleb stepped closer, his usual teasing smirk softening into something more genuine. “you know,” he began, his tone quieter now, “all jokes aside, it’s good to see you up here. the city looks... different from above. easier to pretend it’s not falling apart for a while.”

you glanced past him, your gaze settling on the twinkling lights of linkon city far below. “it’s not falling apart,” you said firmly. “not while we’re still here to fight for it.”

“always the optimist,” caleb murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “you make it sound so easy.”

“it’s not. but what’s the alternative?”

silence stretched between you two, broken only by the hum of distant machinery. caleb looked at you, his purple eyes searching yours for something unspoken. when he spoke again, his voice was softer, rawer.

“do you ever wonder what it would’ve been like if we hadn’t lived through the chronorift?” he asked. “if we’d just... had normal lives? no wanderers, no aether cores, no missions?”

you blinked, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his words. caleb rarely let his guard down, always the jokester, always the soldier.

“sometimes,” you admitted. “but then i remember how much we’ve done—how much we’ve survived. i wouldn’t trade that. not if it means losing you.”

his gaze sharpened, and for a moment, caleb seemed to forget the world around them. he took a step closer, the space between you shrinking.

“Y/N,” he said, your name heavy with meaning. “you know i’d do anything to keep you safe, right? even if it means...” he trailed off, looking away, his jaw tightening.

“even if it means what?” you pressed gently.

he exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. “even if it means putting the whole world in danger. you’re the one thing I can’t lose.”

for once, you didn’t have a comeback. instead, you reached out, your fingers brushing his. “you won’t lose me, caleb. not as long as you don’t give up on yourself.”

the tension between you softened, replaced by something warmer, quieter. caleb’s smirk returned, though it was tinged with something deeper this time.

“guess i’ll have to stick around then,” he said, his voice lighter now. “wouldn’t want to miss out on you finally admitting i’m the better pilot.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “keep dreaming, colonel.”

and as the two stood there, beneath the artificial stars of skyhaven, it felt, for a moment, like the weight of their world was a little easier to bear.

author's note: look how sweet we can be, see? anyways next time i'll be writing about how he fucks probably, xx. CHECK OUT MY NEW POST ABOUT CALEB. send me a request • my masterpost

[ghoulodont]

10mg

Dewdrop has a particular hunger while under the influence.

Relationship: Raindrop Characters: Dewdrop, Rain Words: 1k

Biting, Blood (just a little), Intoxication, baby's first edibles

Read below or on AO3

Rain blinks. He’s in Dewdrop’s room, sinking into his mattress. Lying next to him, Dew is observing him with lidded eyes, head propped on one hand.

Memories start to crawl back to him, following a long, winding path to the present. The last thing he can recall is trying unsuccessfully to climb onto the bed, and Dew rolling him onto it like a log.

Before that, Dew leads him down the hall by the hand. He feels like a kite on a long string, air rushing all around him as he moves. He billows in Dew’s laughter, his bright, toothy smile when he looks back.

Before that, Dew drags him off of the couch in the common room. The TV is casting vivid washes of color on the walls, reflecting in miniature on Dew’s corneas. Right now, a nature documentary; before that, a movie — he can’t remember the plot.

Before that, Dew feeds him a sugar-coated square that tastes like watermelon, plucks it from a round plastic jar with his fingers and places it directly into his mouth. He puts the jar back on a high shelf in the closet.

Right. That explains it.

“How are you feeling?” Dew’s voice is musical, enchanting. There’s an amused smirk on his face.

Rain’s thoughts are miles behind his hands, which are, of their own accord, in desperate pursuit of contact with Dew’s torso. The heat of his skin is magnetic, drawing him closer, up under the hem of his shirt, over his stomach, across his ribs, up to his sternum.

Dew sits up and pulls his shirt off over his head. He tosses it to the floor, out of sight. Rain tries to do the same, but the task proves impossibly complicated, suddenly consisting of far more steps than it used to. Dew helps him to free his arms and discards the offending garment.

Rain flops back onto the bed. The world swirls peacefully around him.

Dew lies down next to him, tucked against his side. He rolls over on top of him, drapes himself over Rain like a blanket. His body is so warm. Every single place that their skin is pressed together is like a tiny pinpoint heat, a single candle flame. The sheer volume of sensation makes Rain feel like he’s vibrating, submerged in TV static, numb and tender at the same time. Vaguely, he’s aware of Dew’s lips on his skin.

Something sharp cuts through the fuzz, a bright zing of sensation on the side of his neck. He presses his hand to the spot, then pulls it away. His fingers are smudged with red.

“Hey,” he whines.

“Sorry,” Dew coos, drawn out. He doesn’t sound apologetic at all. He grins, flashing inhumanly pointy canines.

Rain pouts in Dew’s general direction, which is no longer a single point in space but something far more encompassing.

Slowly, Dew lathes his tongue over the stinging echo on his neck in a wide, hot stripe. When he lifts it away, its heat leaving his skin, the wake it left goes cold and then colder as the ambient air dries away the wetness of it and leaves him naked. He shivers.

Dew giggles. He repeats the gesture — hot, cold. The sting is already gone, lost in a whirlwind of sensation.

“Better?”

It is, physically, but the memory is stuck spinning through his mind.

Dew tilts his head to one side. “Here, get me back.”

Rain tries to lean up to reach him, but his body is too heavy. He brings Dew to his mouth instead, pressing a clumsy hand on the back of his neck and pulling until his blunt incisors hit skin.

He bites down, a meager prize of flesh pinched between his teeth. The roar of his flexing jaw muscles resonates in his skull. He lets his head fall back; his teeth click together in absence of captured skin when it escapes. Left behind are by two near-parallel marks, rows of indentation, blanched bloodless at first and then flushing pink. The skin is unbroken — disappointing.

This angle won’t work. In a monumental effort, Rain rolls their bodies over so that he’s on top, and his neck can reach down instead of craning up with the impossible weight of his head. Limbs tangle and interleave. His leg slips off the bed; he pulls it back.

“Stop,” Dew squeaks out from underneath him, “you’re heavy—”

Like being tossed to the ground by an ocean wave, the whole world flips end over end and suddenly Dew is back on top.

Rain leans up again, open-mouthed, aiming for Dew’s throat. The edges of his teeth drag down toward his collarbone as he struggles for purchase. He comes to rest at the base of his neck, the junction where it attaches to his torso. He tips his head to the side, adjusting his contact to match the slopes and angles of Dew’s body, and bites down.

There’s a sudden release of pressure, an audible pop, as the point of his canine pierces Dew’s flesh. Sure enough, the metal tang of blood hits his tongue. His pulse thrums against his lips; the heat of it is incandescent. He wants more — closer, deeper.

Dew squirms, but Rain holds fast, jaw clamped shut with a singular goal. He sucks hard against the wound, his tooth holding it open like a knife, and hot blood oozes into his mouth. The taste of it rushes over him, spreads into his fingers and toes.

When he lets go, his head drops down to the bed like a rock. His chest heaves with an exertion he wasn’t aware of until now. So does Dew’s, pressing into him as it expands. He closes his eyes. The room is spinning again, but Dew’s weight holds him steady.

A familiar sting resounds above his collarbone, where Dew’s head is bowed. Rain, infinitely heavy, is powerless to stop him.

[yassbishimvintage]

Dearly Beloved

MDNI!

Warnings: Fluff, smut

A/N: Y'all are in for a surprise at the end :)

Divider by @cafekitsune

One night Simone is making dinner. Kelvin is waiting for her finish. She looks over at him. She smiles. “In our three years together when was the last time time we used condoms?” He asks her.

Simone raised an eyebrow at the question, her smile deepening as she continued to stir the sauce. She glanced over at Kelvin, her expression playful yet thoughtful. "Well, if we're talking about our three years together... I'd say it's been a while."

Kelvin gave her a smirk, leaning in closer. "I figured as much. Just curious."

She laughed softly, her gaze softening as she looked at him. "I guess we’ve been trusting each other for a while now, haven’t we?"

Kelvin nodded, his eyes locking onto hers with a hint of seriousness behind the playful tone. "Yeah, I think it's safe to say we know where we stand."

Simone’s heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his gaze, but she didn’t let it show. She kept her tone light, teasing him. "That’s because you can’t seem to stay away from me."

Kelvin chuckled, kissing her cheek before returning to help set the table. "That’s true. You’re pretty irresistible."

She smiled, finishing the sauce and turning her attention to the rest of the meal. "Well, we both know it's not just me. You're the one who keeps me on my toes."

Kelvin grinned, watching her work. "Guess we make a good team."

Kelvin walked up behind Simone, his footsteps quiet against the floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against him as he kissed the soft skin of her neck. His lips lingered there for a moment, a shiver of warmth running through her at the familiar touch.

Simone sighed contentedly, tilting her head to give him better access. "Kelvin..." she whispered, her voice a mix of affection and playfulness.

He smiled against her skin, his breath warm. "Just making sure you know I’m still here," he murmured, nuzzling her neck before planting another soft kiss just beneath her ear.

She turned her head slightly, catching his lips in a brief but tender kiss. "You don't have to remind me," she said with a soft smile, her fingers brushing against his as she leaned back into him.

Kelvin chuckled, his hands moving to her hips as he held her close. "I just can’t help it," he admitted, his voice low and teasing. "You drive me crazy."

Simone laughed, turning in his arms to face him. "Well, I guess I should take that as a compliment."

"You should," he said, his gaze softening as he looked down at her, his smile genuine. "You’re my favorite person."

After dinner, Simone and Kelvin settled onto the couch, the warmth of the evening wrapping around them. She pulled a cozy blanket over them, nestling into his side as he flicked through the Disney movie options.

"How about The Lion King?" he suggested, glancing down at her with a playful smile. "It's a classic."

Simone smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Sounds perfect. I could use a good dose of nostalgia."

The opening notes of the iconic soundtrack filled the room, and they both relaxed into the familiar comfort of the movie. Kelvin’s arm draped across her shoulders, and she sighed contentedly, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest.

The evening unfolded lazily—no rushing, just the soft flicker of the TV screen and the easy rhythm of their breathing as they shared this quiet moment together. As Simba’s journey played out, Simone felt a peacefulness settle over her. This was her kind of night: simple, yet full of warmth.

Kelvin shifted slightly, pulling her even closer, and she let out a soft hum of contentment, her body melting into his. "I could stay like this forever," she murmured.

He kissed the top of her head, his voice soft and sincere. "Me too. There’s no place I’d rather be."

The movie continued, but they both knew that these moments, the ones they shared quietly and comfortably, were the ones that mattered most.

Simone stood up from the couch, stretching as she moved toward the bathroom, her movements graceful and effortless. Kelvin couldn’t help but smile as he watched her go, admiring the way she carried herself with such ease and confidence. His gaze lingered for a moment, appreciating the quiet beauty of her presence.

He leaned back on the couch, his thoughts drifting to how perfect the evening had been so far—slow, simple, and full of contentment. He was grateful for these moments with her, the ones where everything felt right, without the noise of the outside world. It was just them, enjoying each other’s company.

A few minutes later, he heard the soft sound of the bathroom door opening, and he turned his head, waiting for Simone to return. She stepped back into the living room, her eyes meeting his as she gave him a playful grin.

“Something on your mind?” she asked, arching an eyebrow, sensing the smile that had never quite left his face.

Kelvin chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “Just admiring you. Can’t help it.”

Simone rolled her eyes with a soft laugh, but the warmth in her expression told him she wasn’t bothered by the attention. “Flatterer,” she teased, before moving back toward the couch to snuggle up with him again.

Kelvin pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her, content to pick up where they had left off, knowing the night was far from over.

“And you know I leave for filming at the end of the week.” He says.

Simone paused for a moment as she nestled back into Kelvin’s embrace, her mind briefly shifting from the present to the upcoming days. She looked up at him, her expression soft but understanding.

“I know,” she said, her voice quiet but steady, a small sigh escaping her lips. “I’ll miss you, but you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.”

Kelvin’s hand gently stroked her hair as he held her close, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and concern. “I hate being away from you. You know that.”

She smiled, her fingers brushing lightly across his chest. “I know. But we’ve been through it before. We’ll be fine. And you’ve got your work to focus on.”

Kelvin looked down at her, his gaze filled with warmth. “Still, I’m going to miss this—just us, at home, doing nothing but enjoying each other.”

Simone’s heart softened, and she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “We’ll make the most of the time we have left before you go. And when you’re gone, I’ll be counting down the days until you’re back.”

He smiled, the weight of the upcoming separation settling on his shoulders, but the comfort of Simone’s presence kept him grounded. “I’ll make sure to come back to you as soon as I can.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the closeness of the moment, savoring the time they had left before their worlds would once again shift.

Saturday morning arrived quietly, with the soft hum of the car as Simone drove Kelvin to the airport. The early sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything, but there was a quiet sadness in the air—a familiar ache that had settled between them over time.

It had become a ritual now, this early drive to the airport. Every few weeks, they would repeat the same goodbye, the same exchange of smiles and quiet words. Despite how routine it had become, it never lost its emotional weight.

Kelvin sat beside her, his hand resting on her thigh as he gazed out the window. Simone’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, the silence between them comfortable, but heavy with the knowledge of the hours ahead when they wouldn’t be together.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Simone asked, her voice soft, even though she knew the answer.

Kelvin looked at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You know I’d love that, but I’ve got work to do. And you’ve got your own stuff going on too.”

She nodded, stealing a glance at him. “I know. It just feels weird, you know? Not having you around for a while.”

“I get it,” he said, his hand squeezing hers reassuringly. “But this won’t be forever. And I promise, when I get back, we’ll make up for lost time.”

Simone smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m counting on it.”

As they pulled up to the airport, the familiar signs and hustle of travelers in motion reminded them that time was slipping away. Kelvin’s flight would soon take him far from home, and they would have to make do with the distance between them.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to her, giving her a lingering kiss on the cheek. “I’ll miss you,” he murmured, his voice low but full of sincerity.

Simone smiled softly, her fingers brushing over his hand before he stepped out of the car. “I’ll miss you too. Go do your thing, and I’ll be right here waiting.”

Before Kelvin stepped out of the car, he paused and turned back to face Simone, his expression soft but intense. He reached out and gently cupped her face in his hands, leaning in to press three quick, tender kisses to her forehead.

“Three for luck,” he whispered, his voice filled with affection. It was a gesture that had become a comforting routine between them, a small but meaningful tradition.

Simone smiled, closing her eyes for a moment as she savored the feeling of his kisses, the warmth of his love lingering on her skin. "I’ll keep those with me," she replied quietly, her heart swelling with the familiarity and comfort of the ritual.

Kelvin’s smile deepened, and he gave her a soft squeeze on the hand before he stepped back, his bag slung over his shoulder. “I’ll be thinking of you every second. See you soon,” he said, his tone both reassuring and heartfelt.

Simone nodded, trying to hold back the sadness that crept in with the realization that the next few days would be quiet without him. “I’ll be here when you get back,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite hide the longing in her eyes.

With one last glance, Kelvin turned and walked toward the terminal, his figure slowly disappearing into the crowd. Simone remained in the car for a moment, her hand resting over her forehead where his kisses had been, feeling the connection between them even from a distance.

She took a deep breath, started the car, and drove away, carrying the good luck he’d left her with, knowing that despite the miles between them, their bond would remain.

With a final glance at each other, they shared a quiet moment before Kelvin grabbed his bag and walked toward the terminal, leaving Simone behind, her heart heavy but proud of the man he was. She waited until he was out of sight, then started the engine, driving off with the promise of their next reunion lingering in the back of her mind.

As Simone sat in the car, driving away from the airport, the thought of the six months Kelvin would be gone lingered heavily in her mind. He had told her about the movie project that was keeping him away for that long—an exciting role, one he’d been working toward for a while. But even knowing that, the idea of spending months apart felt daunting.

She remembered the way his eyes had lit up when he spoke about the role. It was a big opportunity, one that he couldn’t pass up, and Simone had always been proud of him for pursuing his dreams. But the reality of the separation weighed on her heart. Six months was a long time, especially when they were so used to being in each other’s lives, sharing the small moments that made everything feel connected.

The night before, as they lay together, he’d mentioned it again—how this was the kind of role he had always wanted. It would require him to be on location for months, immersed in his character and the film's world. He’d apologized, as he always did when he had to leave for an extended period, but Simone had reassured him. She knew how important this was for him.

Still, the thought of not seeing him every day, of not waking up with him or having him there to share little moments with, was difficult to swallow. It was a mix of pride and longing, the kind of bittersweet feeling that came with knowing something was good for him, even though it meant being apart for a while.

The idea of counting down the days until his return seemed too far off. But Simone knew she could handle it. They had built a strong foundation, one that distance couldn’t break. And she reminded herself that while six months felt like an eternity now, it would pass quicker than she expected.

She took a deep breath and glanced at the clock, pushing her thoughts aside as she refocused on the road. It wasn’t easy, but she knew they could make it through. The distance would only make their reunion that much sweeter.

The next morning, Simone woke up to the familiar sound of her phone ringing. She squinted at the screen, her heart giving a little flutter when she saw Kelvin’s name. She quickly answered, her voice still soft with sleep.

“Kel?” she said, trying to shake off the grogginess from her early wake-up. “Is everything okay?”

There was a pause on the other end, and then his voice, rich and comforting, came through. “Hey, baby. I just wanted to hear your voice first thing. I miss you already.”

Simone smiled, feeling the warmth of his words despite the distance. “I miss you too,” she replied, sitting up in bed and pulling the covers around her as she got more comfortable. “I just dropped you off yesterday, and already it feels like forever.”

“I know,” he said with a hint of a sigh. “I got to my hotel room late last night, and it didn’t feel right without you here. I keep thinking about how we’d be lounging around, doing nothing together today.”

She could hear the affection in his voice, and it made her smile softly. “I know the feeling,” she said, her tone a little lighter. “It’s weird, waking up without you here. But I guess this is the new normal for a while.”

“I’ll make it up to you when I get back. I swear,” Kelvin promised, his words full of sincerity. “I know six months is a long time, but I’ll be thinking about you every single day.”

Simone could feel the warmth of his love through the phone, the same deep connection they always shared, even when apart. “I know, Kel. And I’ll be thinking of you too. Just don’t work too hard. Take care of yourself out there.”

“I’ll be fine, as long as I know you’re okay. You promise you’ll take care of yourself too?”

Simone smiled softly, her heart a little lighter now. “I promise. And when you get back, we’ll make up for all the time apart. I’m already looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” he said with a small laugh. “Alright, I’ve got to run for a bit, but I just wanted to start the day with you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Simone whispered, her smile deepening. “Be safe out there. I’ll talk to you later.”

With that, they hung up, and as Simone set the phone down, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of comfort knowing that even though they were miles apart, they were still connected by their love, as strong as ever.

One afternoon, as Simone was going through her emails, deleting spam and sorting through the usual work-related messages, one subject line caught her attention: "Your Upcoming Trip Itinerary."

Confused, she clicked it open. The email contained all the details of a flight booked in her name—departure time, destination, and even the confirmation number. It was a first-class ticket to the city where Kelvin was filming.

Her heart skipped a beat as she scrolled through the email, rereading it to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. The departure date was just a week away. She hadn't planned a trip, but there it was: a plane ticket with her name on it.

Almost immediately, her phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from Kelvin.

Kelvin: Check your email yet?

Simone grinned, quickly typing back. Simone: Yes, I’m looking at it right now. Did you do this?

His reply came within seconds. Kelvin: Of course. Six months is too long. I need to see you, even if just for a weekend.

Her smile grew, her heart swelling with emotion. He always found ways to surprise her, even when he was far away.

Simone: You didn’t have to do this. But thank you. I’ve missed you so much.

Kelvin: I’ve missed you more. Besides, I want you here with me, even if it’s just for a little while. Can you come?

She didn’t hesitate to reply. Simone: Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

For the rest of the day, Simone couldn’t stop smiling. The thought of seeing Kelvin, even for just a weekend, made the days leading up to the trip feel brighter. She started mentally packing her bags, already imagining the moment they’d be reunited.

When Simone stepped off the plane, a wave of anticipation washed over her. The airport was bustling with travelers, but her focus was singular: getting to Kelvin. She navigated through the terminal with her carry-on in tow, her heart racing with excitement.

As she exited, she immediately noticed a chauffeur standing near the curb, holding a sign with her name on it.

"Ms. Simone?" the man asked politely as she approached.

"That’s me," she replied with a smile, her curiosity piqued.

"This way, please," the driver said, taking her bag and leading her to a sleek black car parked just outside.

Simone slid into the backseat, her heart fluttering as she settled in. The car smelled of fresh leather, and soft jazz played in the background. She texted Kelvin as the car pulled away from the curb.

Simone: Just landed. There’s a car here waiting for me—was this you?

Moments later, her phone buzzed. Kelvin: Of course it was me. Only the best for my girl. See you soon.

Her smile widened as she glanced out the window, taking in the unfamiliar city. The drive wasn’t long, but every second felt like forever as her excitement grew.

When the car finally stopped in front of a boutique hotel, the driver opened the door for her. "Mr. Harrison has arranged everything. Your room is ready, but he’s waiting for you upstairs."

Simone nodded, thanking the driver before stepping into the hotel. The lobby was elegant but understated, the kind of place Kelvin knew she’d love. She checked in quickly and headed for the elevator, her heart racing as it ascended to the designated floor.

The moment the doors opened, she saw him standing there, leaning casually against the wall, his face lighting up the second he saw her.

“Kel,” she breathed, dropping her bag and rushing toward him.

He caught her in his arms, holding her tight as if letting go wasn’t an option. “You’re here,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“And so are you,” she whispered back, her smile pressed against his shoulder.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to. Being together again after so much time apart said everything words couldn’t.

Kelvin’s arms wrapped around Simone, pulling her close as he hugged her tightly, as if trying to make up for every moment they’d spent apart. She melted into his embrace, feeling the familiar warmth of his presence that she’d missed so much.

“I missed you,” he murmured into her hair, his voice low and full of emotion.

“I missed you too,” Simone whispered, clutching the back of his shirt as if she didn’t want to let go.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his hands still resting on her waist. His eyes searched her face, taking in every detail as if he hadn’t seen her in years. “You have no idea how much I needed this. Seeing you... it’s everything.”

She smiled up at him, her fingers brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “I think I do, because I feel the same way.”

Kelvin leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips, lingering for a moment as if savoring every second.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and grabbing her bag with his other. “I’ve got the whole weekend planned, and it starts with us not leaving this room for the next few hours.”

Simone laughed, the sound light and carefree as she let him lead her into the hotel suite. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

He grinned over his shoulder. “Every single day.”

The door closed behind them, shutting out the world as they fell into the kind of comfort and joy that only being together could bring.

The moment they entered his hotel suite, Kelvin kicked the door shut behind them, dropping her bag to the floor without a second thought. His hands were on her before she could say a word, gripping her waist firmly as he pressed her back against the wall.

Simone gasped softly, her heart racing as his lips captured hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. She could feel the intensity of his longing, the way he’d been holding back for months.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with desire.

Her hands slid up his chest, fisting his shirt as she pulled him closer. “I might have an idea,” she teased breathlessly, her words punctuated by another kiss.

Kelvin’s hands roamed her body, as if reacquainting himself with every curve he’d missed. “Six months,” he muttered, his forehead resting against hers. “Six months without you was torture.”

Simone smiled, her fingers threading through his hair. “Then you better make up for lost time.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips trailed from her mouth to her jawline, then down her neck, leaving a heated trail that made her shiver. Her back arched against the wall as she clung to him, every inch of her responding to his touch.

Kelvin pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark and full of need. “You’re not leaving this room until I’ve made up for every single day we’ve been apart.”

Simone smirked, her own desire mirroring his. “Good. Because I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

With that, he scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her further into the suite as their laughter and whispered promises filled the space.

Kelvin carried Simone with ease, his grip firm yet tender as he made his way to the bed. When he reached it, he gently lowered her onto the plush mattress, his hands lingering on her hips as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

Simone leaned back slightly, her hair spilling across the crisp white sheets as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “You’re being so careful,” she teased softly, her voice laced with warmth.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I haven’t seen you in months. I’m savoring this moment.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up, pulling him down to her. “Then don’t hold back, Kel. I’m right here.”

Kelvin’s lips curved into a smile, but the look in his eyes had shifted, deepened. He leaned down, his lips finding hers again in a kiss that was slower this time, deliberate and full of emotion.

His hands moved to frame her face, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks as if committing every detail of her to memory. Simone sighed into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.

Kelvin broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re everything to me, Simone,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips curved into a soft smile as her fingers ran through his hair. “And you’re everything to me,” she replied, her words as steady as her heartbeat.

For a moment, the world outside the room didn’t exist. It was just the two of them, caught in the kind of intimacy that went beyond physical connection—a love that felt timeless and infinite.

Simone's mischievous smile lit up her face as she tugged him closer by his collar. “Just fuck me already,” she said, her voice dripping with playful impatience.

Kelvin froze for a moment, then let out a low chuckle, his eyes darkening as he met her gaze. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement and desire.

In an instant, his playful restraint evaporated. His lips were on hers again, rougher this time, as his hands roamed her body with purpose. Simone matched his intensity, her fingers digging into his shoulders as their laughter gave way to breathless passion.

Kelvin leaned over her, pressing her further into the bed as his kisses moved from her lips to her neck, trailing heat wherever they landed. “You always know how to push my buttons, don’t you?” he teased, his voice low against her skin.

“Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes,” she shot back, her voice hitching as he nipped at her collarbone.

Kelvin pulled back just enough to smirk at her, his hands slipping under the hem of her shirt. “You’re impossible,” he said, his voice rough with affection.

“And you love it,” she quipped, tugging him down to her again.

“I do,” he admitted, his lips claiming hers once more as they gave in to the desire they’d both been holding back for far too long.

A few hours later, Simone stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of her dress. The soft material hugged her curves perfectly, and the deep emerald color brought out the warm undertones of her skin. She ran her fingers through her hair, giving it one last tousle before reaching for her earrings.

Kelvin, already dressed in a fitted black button-up and tailored slacks, lounged on the bed, watching her with a satisfied smirk. “You clean up nicely,” he teased, his eyes trailing over her figure.

Simone shot him a playful look through the mirror. “As if you’d let me leave this room looking anything less than perfect.”

He chuckled, standing and moving to her side. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he rested his chin on her shoulder. “You’re always perfect to me,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her neck.

She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Kelvin laughed and reached for her clutch on the dresser, handing it to her. “Good, because I plan on spending the rest of the night showing you off.”

Simone turned to face him, smoothing the collar of his shirt. “Let’s just make sure we actually get to dinner this time,” she said with a smirk.

He grinned, taking her hand and leading her toward the door. “Fine, but only because I’m starving.”

They stepped out into the cool evening, hand in hand, ready to enjoy the night ahead. The city lights twinkled around them, but to Kelvin, nothing shone brighter than Simone.

After finishing their intimate dinner, Kelvin and Simone stepped out into the crisp evening air. The city buzzed around them, but they found a quiet street lined with trees and glowing lampposts. Their footsteps fell into an easy rhythm as they walked side by side, her arm looped through his.

Simone leaned into him slightly, her head resting against his shoulder. “I missed this,” she said softly, her voice almost carried away by the gentle breeze.

Kelvin glanced down at her, his expression tender. “Me too. Just you and me, no distractions.”

They strolled in comfortable silence for a while, the soft hum of the city serving as background music to their moment. Every now and then, Kelvin would squeeze her hand or brush his thumb over her knuckles, as if to remind himself she was really there.

As they passed a small park, Simone tugged him toward a bench beneath a streetlamp. “Let’s sit for a bit,” she suggested.

Kelvin followed her lead, settling beside her and draping an arm over her shoulders. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this calm in the middle of a city before,” he said, his voice low.

Simone tilted her head to look at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “That’s because you’re with me.”

He laughed softly, leaning in to kiss her temple. “You’re right. You always know how to keep me grounded.”

They sat there for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, talking about everything and nothing. The world around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them and the quiet magic of the night.

“Now. You have four more months until your home.” She says.

Kelvin exhaled deeply, leaning back against the bench as he looked at Simone. "Four more months," he repeated, the weight of those words sinking in.

Simone shifted closer, resting her head against his shoulder. "It feels like forever, but we’ve already made it halfway," she said, her tone optimistic but laced with a hint of longing. "And I’m proud of you, Kel. This project means so much to you."

He smiled, wrapping his arm tighter around her. "It does, but being away from you never gets easier."

Simone tilted her head to meet his gaze. "It’s temporary. We’ve done it before, and we’ll do it again. Besides," she added with a teasing grin, "you always make up for it when you’re home."

Kelvin chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You make it sound like I’m the only one benefiting."

"Because you are," she quipped, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

He laughed, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her arm. "Four months. And when I’m back, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while."

Simone smiled, leaning into him. "I’ll hold you to that, mister."

For a moment, neither of them spoke, content to just be in each other’s presence. The distant hum of the city and the soft rustling of the trees were the only sounds around them, but they felt a quiet assurance between them—a love strong enough to weather the distance.

Before she left him he smirks. “Check your phone.” He says. She does and it’s a video. She gives him a skeptical look. She puts an airpod in and listens. Her eyes grow wide. She lowers her voice. 

Simone’s eyes widened as she stared at the screen, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She paused the video immediately and looked up at Kelvin, her expression a mix of shock, embarrassment, and disbelief. "Kelvin Harrison Jr.," she said in a hushed, stern tone, "is this our sex tape?"

Kelvin, unable to suppress a mischievous grin, nodded casually. “Yup. Recorded it right before I left last time. You know... for research purposes.”

Her mouth fell open. “Research?! Are you out of your mind? What if someone hacks your phone?”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Relax, babe. It’s on a private, encrypted server. No one’s getting their hands on it but me.”

Simone groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You’re impossible. I can’t believe you did this.”

Kelvin leaned closer, gently tugging her hands away from her face. “I thought you’d appreciate it,” he said, his tone softening. “It’s just for us. Something to keep the spark alive while I’m away.”

Her skeptical glare softened slightly, but she still wasn’t entirely convinced. “Kel, this is... bold, even for you.”

He smirked, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “You didn’t seem to mind at the time.”

Her cheeks flushed again, and she swatted his arm playfully. “You’re lucky I love you,” she muttered.

Kelvin laughed, pulling her into a hug. “And I love you. Now you’ve got a little something to remember me by while I’m gone.”

Simone shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “You’re trouble, Kel. Big trouble.”

“And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” he teased, pressing a kiss to her temple as she rolled her eyes with a smile.

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[biblical-chronicles]

Handsy pt. 2

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where the two of you christen the car [18+]

pt. 1 here

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The cool night air followed you as you both reached the car, your breath still coming in bursts due to your escape. Noel was already heading towards the passenger seat, but you had other plans. Without a word, you opened the back door and practically shoved him inside.

He stumbled, catching himself with a surprised laugh as he sprawled across the seat. “Oi, what’s this, then? Thought we were headin’ home?”

You slid in after him, shutting the door behind you and casting a quick, grateful glance at the tinted windows. “Nah,” you said, crawling over him until you were straddling his lap, your hands on either side of his face. “Don’t think you’re gettin’ away with this, Gallagher.”

His grin turned wicked, his hands immediately settling on your hips. “Oh, is that right?” he drawled, leaning back comfortably as if daring you to do your worst. “And what exactly d’you plan to do about it?”

“Guess you’ll find out.” you replied, your voice low and teasing as you tugged at the collar of his shirt, exposing more of his neck.

His chuckle rumbled through you, but quickly dissolved into a sharp intake of breath as your lips found the skin just beneath his jaw, your teeth grazing him lightly. “Jesus.” he muttered, his fingers tightening on your hips.

Your hands roamed his chest, slipping under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. He let you take the lead, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you, the occasional smirk tugging at his lips when you grew more impatient.

“Keep smirkin’ at me, and I’ll wipe it off,” you warned, your voice breathless as you leaned back just enough to unbutton his shirt.

“Go on, then,” he said, his smirk intact.

You rolled your eyes before going in to kiss him, your hands still working at the buttons. The heat between you grew, and soon enough, your dress straps were slipping down your arms, his hands eagerly helping to push them along.

“Thank god for tinted windows.” you murmured against his lips, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“You’re welcome.” he quipped, though the words were cut short as your mouth captured his again, the kiss messy and full of need.

Your lips moved with desperation, teeth clashing slightly before you both adjusted, tongues tangling in a rhythm that sent your pulse racing. His hand slid up your thigh again, but this time with no teasing.

You could barely catch your breath, your fingers already fumbling with the waistband of his trousers. “These need to go.” you mumbled against his lips, your hands insistent.

Noel smirked into the kiss, lifting his hips just enough to help you tug the fabric down. It was an awkward dance, his shoes catching on the car floor and your impatience making your movements clumsier, but finally, you managed to free him, your breath hitching at the sight, hard and ready for you.

“Eager, are we?” he teased, his voice low.

“Shut up,” you shot back, a mix of a laugh and a gasp, your hand wrapping around him to make him lose the smirk. His sharp inhale and the way his head tipped back told you it worked.

“Bloody hell.” he muttered, his fingers gripping your hips tightly now, his control slipping as you stroked him. The space in the car was cramped, the angle less than ideal, but none of it mattered.

Your other hand worked at the slit of your dress, pushing the fabric aside to make room. The cool air against your heated skin sent a shiver through you, and you positioned yourself above him, guiding him to where you both wanted most.

Noel’s hands tightened on your thighs as you began to sink down slowly, the stretch making you gasp. “Christ, love.” he groaned, his voice rough, his eyes dark as they watched you.

You bit your lip hard enough to sting, trying to choke back the desperate sounds threatening to escape as you settled fully onto him, inch by inch. Your thighs trembled as you adjusted, the stretch almost too much, your nails curling into his shoulders to anchor yourself. Noel’s head tipped back against the seat with a dull thud, his jaw slack as a low, broken groan tore from his throat.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” he hissed, the words barely audible over the heavy breaths that filled the confined space. His hands slid to your hips, the calloused pads of his fingers pressing hard into your skin, almost bruising as he tried to ground himself. “You’re—bloody hell—you’re killin’ me here, love.”

You didn’t respond, couldn’t, your focus narrowing to the way he filled you so completely, the way every little shift made you feel like you might come already. Your thighs ached from the angle, but you didn’t care, not when he was looking at you like that—half-wrecked, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes glazed with something almost feral.

Noel’s grip on your hips tightened suddenly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as his own restraint snapped. He thrust up into you, hard and sudden, stealing the breath from your lungs as your hands flew to his chest for balance. A gasp escaped you, and he growled low in his throat, the sound rough and desperate.

“Couldn’t bloody wait,” he muttered. “Been watchin’ you all night, sittin’ there all done up, teasing the life outta me.” His hips snapped upward again, and you whimpered, your knees pressing into the seat as you tried to keep some composure. “And now? Now you’re mine, yeah?”

Your nails raked against his chest through his undone shirt, your thighs burning as you started to move. Each roll of your hips pulled a choked sound from Noel, his breath catching every time you came down hard against him.

“Fuckin’—” The rest of the curse dissolved into a moan as he let his head fall forward, his forehead pressing into your collarbone. His hands roamed under your dress, palms hot and desperate against your skin, dragging the fabric up higher with every movement. His lips found your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as you shuddered.

The space between you grew messier, each thrust drawing slick sounds that mingled with your breathless gasps and Noel’s increasingly wrecked moans. His mouth pressed to your shoulder, muffling the noises spilling from him.

“You’re gonna drive me mad, y’know that?” he mumbled against your skin, his voice breaking as you shifted, angling your hips to take him deeper. His hands dropped to your ass, pulling you down harder, and you cried out, your body arching against him as heat built low in your stomach.

You could feel him shaking slightly beneath you, his breathing ragged, his rhythm faltering as he lost himself in the sensation. “Can’t fuckin’—” His words were cut off by a choked moan, his head tilting back to rest against the seat as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Noel.” you gasped, his name catching in your throat as your fingers tightened in his hair, dragging him back to you. He met you with the same hunger, his mouth crashing onto yours, teeth grazing your lip before his tongue slid inside.

Your breaths mingled, shallow and erratic, your mouths parting just enough for you to gasp before his lips met yours again. His spit slicked your lips, dripping slightly down your chin as he broke away, his eyes dark and heated. He tilted your face up with a firm grip, his thumb brushing over your jaw.

“Open for me love” he murmured, voice low and rough, his gaze locked on yours.

You did as he asked, your lips parting as his hand slipped to the back of your neck. He leaned in, hovering just a breath away, his tongue brushing along the corner of your mouth before letting a slow trail of spit drip into you.

Your chest heaved as you swallowed, your eyes never leaving his. He grinned, satisfied, before capturing your lips again.

His hand slipped between you, his fingers finding your clit, and you nearly sobbed at the sensation, your nails scraping down his chest. “That’s it.” he rasped, his voice cracking as his thumb pressed against you just right, his hips driving up into you harder, deeper. “Take it, love—fuckin’ take it.”

Your thighs trembled violently as the tension coiled tighter, you bit down on his shoulder, muffling the cry that ripped from you as the heat in your core exploded. Your body clenched around him, and the sudden pressure was enough to push him over the edge too.

Noel buried his face in your neck, his breath hot and uneven against your skin as his hips stuttered, his body locking up beneath you. His moans were muffled, but you felt every shuddering sound against your throat, his fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he spilled into you.

You slumped forward, your forehead resting against Noel’s shoulder as both of you tried to catch your breath. The air in the car was thick, humid with the evidence of what you’d just done. Neither of you spoke for a long moment, the only sound being the distant hum of traffic outside and your heavy breathing.

Noel’s hand lazily smoothed up and down your back, his touch grounding despite the wreckage of your tangled limbs and twisted clothing. “Well,” he finally said, his voice rough and low, still tinged with the strain of his earlier moans. “That was... one way to christen the car.”

You let out a weak laugh, lifting your head just enough to look at him. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction from your fingers, and his shirt was rumpled beyond salvation. You didn’t even want to think about what your own reflection would look like.

“Christ, we’re a mess.” you muttered, trying to adjust your dress, only to realize it was hopelessly wrinkled. The slit that had been your downfall now hung open completely, baring your thigh, and you gave up with a sigh.

Noel smirked, his thumb brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek. “A beautiful mess, though.” he teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You groaned, dropping your head back against his shoulder. “Look at this car, though, Noel. We’ve trashed it!”

He tilted his head to survey the scene, his grin widening. The windows were completely fogged, smeared with handprints in some places.

“Leather cleans easy,” he said with a shrug, his smirk still firmly in place. “It’ll be right. Besides, no one’ll be lookin’ at the car—they’ll be too busy staring at us if we step out lookin’ like this.”

You snorted, finally climbing off him and settling onto the seat beside him. The loss of him left you feeling oddly empty, but you ignored it, focusing instead on smoothing your dress. “We’re never gonna live this down if someone saw us.”

“Like I care,” Noel said, tugging his trousers back into place with an almost casual air. “If they saw, they’ll just be jealous.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re irresistible.” he shot back, flashing you a cheeky grin as he leaned over to steal another kiss.

You pulled back just as his lips brushed yours, holding up a hand. “Nope. Absolutely not. We’ve done enough damage tonight.”

He raised a brow, clearly amused. “Damage? Thought you enjoyed yourself, love.”

“Shut it,” you muttered, shoving him lightly in the chest. “Now, help me clean this up at least a little before we have to do the walk of shame.”

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Cupid's Curveball

Chapter 1: The Silas Situation

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Summary: A normal hangout takes a turn when you confess you've never had a Valentine and your lack of a date to the Cupid's Ball. Which isn't really Eddie’s scene, but he's very interested in who exactly you want to go with. He gets his answer and while suspicious he decides to help you get the date.

Authors Note: This is set 1986 if Eddie just got to be a normal senior. He's 19, and you're 18 both seniors.

February 7th 1986

Here you were, sitting crisscross applesauce on Eddie’s bedroom floor. The room was dim, with a warm haze hanging in the air, the faint smell of incense mixing with something sharper,  you thought it was the lingering trace of Eddie’s cologne. His walls were covered in band posters and random doodles he’d tacked up, each one so him it made your chest ache. But despite the familiar comfort of the room, you weren’t feeling your typical light and giggly self.

You glanced up at Eddie, lounging on his bed like he didn’t have a care in the world. His curls framed his face, and for a second, you thought about how good his jawline looked from this angle.

“Is this new or something I’ve had before?” you asked, your voice quieter than usual.

Eddie’s lips trilled like a horse's, and his dark eyes shifted up as if searching the ceiling for an answer. “Uhhh, yeah, this is the same stuff I picked up from Rick like two weeks ago.” He glanced down at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why? Are you not feeling it?”

You shook your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, I’m definitely feeling it.”

He didn’t look convinced. His lips pressed into a line before he asked, “What’s up then? You’re not giggly like you usually are.”

You hesitated, biting the inside of your cheek. It felt stupid to say out loud, but the weight of the thought sat heavy on your chest. Finally, you let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I don’t know. I just kinda feel sad... It’s something stupid.”

Eddie’s expression softened, his usual cocky smirk replaced by genuine concern. He scooched closer, leaning down toward you on the floor. His big, brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat. You weren’t sure if it was the haze or just him, but you felt... safe.

“Don’t be like that,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “You can tell me.”

You leaned back on your hands, feeling the soft surface of the carpet against your palms. Throwing your head back, you shut your eyes, hoping the words would sound less ridiculous when you said them aloud. “I’m bummed because I’ve never had a valentine, and I really want one. But that kind of thing is stupid, right? Corporate Hallmark crap, blah blah blah. And no one’s asked me to the Cupid’s Ball yet.” The words spilled out in a rush, followed by a sigh of relief.

Eddie straightened, his eyebrows lifting. He grabbed your shoulders gently, forcing you to sit up and meet his gaze. His touch was firm, but not overbearing, and you couldn’t ignore the warmth of his hands through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Hey,” he said, his tone low but earnest. “Just because I think it’s all corporate crap doesn’t mean you have to. I can still listen when you talk about stuff. If it means something to you, it means something. Okay?”

He’s saying stuff like, "If it means something to you, it means something." Ugh, stop being so understanding, Eddie! It’s bad enough that I can’t stop thinking about how your hands felt, and now you’re making me think about… other things. Like what it would be like to actually go to that dance with you. Would you spin me around or just sit in a corner, cracking jokes to make me laugh? Ugh, stop it. He doesn’t see me like that. Right? 

You nodded, a little embarrassed now because the way his hands lingered made your stomach twist in a way you didn’t fully understand—or maybe didn’t want to admit.

Eddie let go and sat crisscross in front of you, leaning back against his bed. His movements were casual, but you thought you caught the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away for a second before speaking. “Just ask someone to the Cupid’s Ball or whatever.”

“I can’t,” you huffed out, crossing your arms in frustration.

“Why not?” His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head in confusion.

You pouted, avoiding his gaze. “The guy is supposed to ask.”

Eddie frowned, and a silence fell between you. He was quiet for a beat too long, and you wondered what was going through his mind. Was he going to say something sarcastic? Was he judging you? Why did she have to look so cute? That little furrow in her brow makes me want to reach out and smooth them away. Is this what liking someone feels like? It’s not like I’ve never noticed her before. I definitely have. But right now she’s sitting there on my floor in my room, and her voice is so soft it’s messing with my head. I could offer to take her to the dance... No, that’s stupid. If she wanted me to, she wouldn’t be upset about it in the first place.

Eddie cleared his throat, shifting his weight a little. “Okay, so what if we come up with a plan?”

You frowned, confused. “A plan for what?”

“For you to ask this guy to the dance.” He shrugged casually, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as he said it. “I mean, screw tradition. If you want to go with him, just ask him.”

You bit your lip, unsure. “I don’t know, Eddie. What if he says no?”

Eddie leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Then he’s an idiot, and we’ll find someone else to go with you. But seriously, I’ll help you figure out how to ask. It doesn’t have to be some big deal.”

Why does he have to be so sweet? The way he’s leaning in and actually trying to help makes my heart flutter, and I don’t know how to stop it. Is he really just being a good friend, or is this something more? I wish I knew, but I can’t bring myself to ask.

“Okay,” you said softly, feeling your cheeks warm. “What do we do first?”

Eddie grinned, his confidence returning. “First, we figure out what this guy likes. Then we make it impossible for him to say no.

Why does this feel like a punch to the gut? She’s sitting here talking about some guy she likes, and all I can think about is how much I wish it was me. Maybe it’s stupid, but I need to know who it is—it’s like I can’t help myself.  

Eddie tilted his head, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Alright, before we-, you gotta tell me…. Who is this guy, anyway?”  

Panic overtook your body and the only name you could think of was Edward Silas Munson. On repeat in your stupid lovesick brain. “Uh, his name is Silas.” 

Silas? Who the hell is Silas? And why does that name sound familiar? Wait—hold on. That’s my middle name. Is she messing with me?

Eddie blinked, his smirk faltering slightly as he processed what you said. “Silas?” he repeated, tilting his head like he was trying to put the pieces together. “So, uh… where’d you meet this guy?”

 Crap, why did I say that? His middle name was the first thing that came to mind, and now I have to sell this. Keep it together!

“At my volunteer thing,” you said quickly, smoothing your hands over your jeans. “You know, the animal shelter I go to on Sundays? He’s there sometimes, helping out.”

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted, suspicion flickering in his dark eyes. “Oh, yeah? A guy named Silas, who works with animals? That’s… cool. What else is he into?”

 Why is he asking so many questions? Does he think I’m lying? Oh God, what if he figures it out?

“Um, well… he plays guitar. And he’s into metal,” you said, trying to sound casual. “Really cool guy. Super chill.”

A guy named Silas who plays guitar, loves metal, and works at an animal shelter? That sounds an awful lot like… me. Is she messing with me, or is this some kind of hint? Either way, it’s messing with my head. Maybe not everything is about you Munson. 

Eddie leaned back, crossing his arms, his expression unreadable. “Sounds like a solid dude,” he said, though his voice was quieter than usual. “You want me to help you figure out how to ask him to the dance?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, avoiding his gaze. “That would be… nice.”

Eddie gave a small nod, though his mind raced. “Alright, let’s figure this out,” he said, his tone low and a little hesitant. “We’ll make sure Silas can’t say no.”

Your heart thudded out of your chest. “How are we gonna do that?” 

Eddie looked up at you, “Give me tonight to think about it. Tomorrow we start, sweetheart.”

The sound of the clock ticking on Eddie’s wall caught your attention, and you glanced at the time. Your eyes widened slightly. “Oh, crap,” you murmured, pushing yourself up off the floor. “It’s almost 11. curfew.”

Eddie stood, stretching lazily before grabbing his keys from the dresser. “Alright, I’ll get you home, princess,” he said with a grin, motioning for you to follow him.

The drive was quiet at first, the soft hum of the van filling the space. Eddie tapped his fingers on the wheel, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “So,” he said casually, breaking the silence, “this Silas guy… he better not flake on you for that dance.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “Why do you keep bringing him up?”

Eddie smirked, shrugging one shoulder. “Just saying. A girl like you deserves someone who’ll show up, make it a good time, you know? And if he doesn’t, well… I might have to have a word with him.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a lopsided grin, his eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to the road. “But you still hang out with me. So what does that say about you?”

The warmth in his tone made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t fully understand. As he pulled up in front of your house, you lingered for a moment, fingers brushing the strap of your bag. “Thanks for the ride,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, his voice gentle but teasing, as though he didn’t want the moment to end either. “See you tomorrow. Rest up. Big plans to make.”

You nodded, stepping out into the cool night air with a heart that felt heavier and lighter all at once.

Thanks for reading :)

I hope you kicked your feet and twirled your hair while reading this chapter

I have a lot of ideas for this series! Let me know what you think

[weidli]

you know whats also a hilarious relationship. spiel auf zeit sebastian and viktor. viktor is like hello i am here to help (definitely non suspicious) let me make a point of how well i know thorsten and the fact that he does still trust me. why hello mister bootz are you up for a threesome. and sebastian is like Well first go fuck yourself and secondly go fuck yourself. my wife announced today that she's divorcing me and i am consumed by deep and devastating self worth issues masquerading as anger masquerading as jealousy if you look at my work husband one more time i am going to rip your head off. also he trusts me MORE than he trusts you btw. I'M his partner YOU'RE a convicted criminal who got his family killed and might get him killed. so to sum this all up go FUCK YOURSELF. and viktor is like is this an invitation for hate sex. i'm also up for hate sex 🤷

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, true form! sukuna, cūnnilingus, using his stomach mouth, dirty talk, praise, mdni.

“c’mere,” sukuna hoarsely utters, hunching over his throne that solely consisted of piles and piles of corroded dusty bones. with his head leaning down, he’s got a near-perfect view of you. he’s zeros narrow eyes down at your frame, focusing primarily between the gap of your legs and the panties that were already pulled to the side. as you take a step closer, you watch as he takes broad two hands, stretching the fleshy skin of his stomach mouth into a priggish grin. “closerrrr,” and you stare at the way his other beefy arms stack underneath each other. sukuna was big, even while hunched over. he notices your eyes weren’t focusing on him - but instead, his peculiar abdomen’s smile that spreads across his stomach with the widest, cockiest simper. “ah. don’t worry. it won’t bite.. for now.”

with a hushed soft-spoken murmur, you take your seat on his lap before meeting his cold, crimson-eyed gaze. “you can just . . make it smile like that?”

“oh.. i can make it do many other things, too,” and you gasp, feeling sukuna’s other unoccupied hands gently claw at your waist. now, you’re straddling him, feeling each throb between your pretty thighs accelerates by the second. closely leaning his naturally curved lips up against the soft shell of your ear, sukuna lets off a gruff whisper.

“how ‘bout ya try sittin’ on it, princess? it is pretty famished.”

the corners of the mouth that stitched against sukuna’s skin wetly drooled the more you brought your hips closer.

he could practically smell your sweet scent - and the buds that lived on his tongue sizzled with carnal anticipation. from the very cracks and corners of its mouth, you saw how it eagerly slobbered from both sides with glittery drops of saliva.

“o- okay..” you breathe, lightly bringing your palms toward his chest, pushing sukuna to recline back. you could feel yourself throbbing ferociously, each pulse nearly causing your thighs to glue together before you align yourself.

you weren’t even looking at sukuna—and yet, through bleary peripherals, you could see that same cunning grin from his stretching at each wry corner of his lips.

the flat pink tongue flops itself out of its mouth, running its feverishly wet tip down between the crevices of your thighs. you hover over sukuna’s stomach with a whine dramatically tearing out from your throat. “oh! f- fuuuck.” your brows would furrow together as the tongue wanders and dips its way into every orifice. it drags itself further, poking the very hot tip of the twitching muscle near your pearly clit.

it was almost like it had a mind of its own.

and oh- it did.

sukuna’s always had a long tongue . . but his stomach tongue was far, far wider.

he could extend it while inside of you, and it didn’t take long at all before he reached deeply against the spongy barrier around your g-spot.

your thighs forever continued to quaver over him as his tongue roams at all angles - sloppily roving everywhere, even lapping near your hole.

it’s tepidly hot, and your naturally glossed lips couldn’t help but part — cutely spreading into a gasping, agape ‘o’ shape.

it lolls its way flat against your pussy before sluuuurping up a long three-second suck. it’s so-so wet, and it even starts to drink up the remnants of slick that drip between the slot of your thighs.

“you taste sweeter than usual, little one,” he grunts, allowing his stomach tongue to explore through every nook ‘n cranny inside of your dripping cunt. “mhm, atta girl. just ride . . riiiide against it- against me. don’t be shy. it likes you.”

a shivering whimper was a response as your lips trembled. his tongue was wide, and it slithers its way deep before nibbling against your clit. sukuna darkly chortles, feeling your legs trying to close themselves shut but one of his hands grabs your thigh. “easy, eaaaasy girl,” he speaks in a smoky rasp, watching as your back creates an arch.

your hips couldn’t help but shimmy - writhing from his touch before the thick tongue swerves around in sloppy curving arcs. “good . . girl, look at those pretty hips movin’ all for me,” and you whine, feeling him bring three rough, callused hands toward your waist.

he’s slow — slowly guiding your hips to rock against his stomach tongue that’s just oh-so eager, greedily delving its way in and out of your gummy, soaked walls. every few seconds, pant after pant of such languid breaths leaves from your chest, leaving you utterly breathless.

“mmh- ‘kuna, fuck ‘m not .. gonna,” and you watch as the demon raises a pink slit brow. the fat, long tongue punctures its way deep and thoroughly makes itself known inside of you. as it continues to massage its tip through your folds, you let off the sweetest moan once the tongue’s texture abruptly changes.

and now — it feels a bit softer but forked. your eyes started to roll once his stomach tongue thrusts itself between your puffy droopy hoods..

each slick, slimy squelch that wetly sobs from between your legs got louder, louder until you were frantically grinding against his chiseled chest.

as your clit’s being repeatedly stretched by the bumpy flatness of the tongue—you mewl out the same desperate cries, nearing yourself closer and closer toward your longly awaited edge.

your thighs never felt more weak, and it’s like you could feel every chill run down your body at each slurp he took. the tongue that resided on sukuna’s stomach was the pure definition of greedy..

if you dared to move just a single inch, it would snarl - making the sharp edges of his canines playfully nip near your sopping cunt. inaudible babbles slipped past your lips in substitution of words before you ended up falling face first into his chest.

“su- hng- sukuna, ‘m cummin,” you’d squeal out, failing to catch your breath every time. each breath that tries to wind out of your overwhelmed lungs makes you gasp. pounds of ridden, tender flesh smear its way on his tongue in circles before you start to feel the impact — the impact being your poor, poor hips quaking over his abdomen. “fuckk!”

“thaaaat’s it,” he purrs, such baritone sweetly coating his voice like honey. two arms wrap around your torso as you’re losing yourself completely.

your treacly slick pours down the valley between your thighs as you whine, burying your face into his left shoulder. sukuna gives your back a praising pat as you’re succumbing to pleasure, riding out your elated high with the most blissful orgasm rawly following out your throat. “heh, such a dramatic girl. it’s just a tongue,” and as sukuna continues to take jabs at your cute, dumb state—he swats a hand against your ass.

“mhm,” he lets out a satisfied grumble, hearing your breaths turn from quick to slow within seconds. sukuna’s stomach mouth had more than an appetizing meal—and you could feel its lengthy tongue slap its way against your pussy before retreating into its drooling maw.

even still - it greatly drools from the sides with your slick glistening all over his bare, ripped stomach. “such a good little thing,” and you moan, defeated gargled whimpers desperately trying to escape from your throat before he grabs your chin. “c’mere, let me get a taste too.”

closing the brief distance between you both, you press your hot lips against sukuna in a hungry manner. the demon titters as your tongue weakly slips into his mouth, feeling his fangs nip against your quivering underlip.

a hand of yours idly slides its way down his puffed-out chest that was proudly covered with infamous ancient markings.

crowns of teeth sharply clash amongst each other as if a never-ending battle was occurring, and he’s slurping up every one of your moans.

one of sukuna’s hands that was stacked underneath his upper arm snakes its ways between your thighs, giving your sensitive wet cunt a teasing squeeze. “mmph-” you gasp, feeling the smirk stretch wide across his lips before the demon gradually starts to pull away.

you’re left panting—and sukuna eyes you curiously, looking down at you literally before he seductively slides his tongue across his pink lips.

“best meal i’ve had in centuries,” and you continued to quietly moan before watching him lean back against his throne again, patting his now closed stomach tongue. “but princess, don’t catch your breath now,” and you gulp, glancing at the lower placement of his hands.

sukuna does the same action from earlier—prying both corners of his stomach mouth apart into an eerily, haughty smile before watching the tongue roll out once more.

quickly - it licks over its entire mouth where some of your slick still perfectly remained and sukuna runs a stubby thumb down your pussy before letting the extra tongue get the first taste again.

“i think we could go for dessert right now too..”

[gojosprettyprincess]

Mommy kink, slight exhibition kink, this is so funny bc I was planning on writing about dom!choso today but end up writing this?? Not proofread

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“Shhh, gotta be quiet Cho” you tantalizingly whispered to his ear, smiling at his hazed-out, innocent expression as you bounced yourself up and down his cock, dragging your sweet cunt that's he's so so addicted to, on his lengthy dick, spreading your creamy slick all around it—your hands gripped and squeeze both of his muscular biceps during the process, feeling the raw strength beneath your touch as his head slightly leans against the wooden headboard.

You quickly hastened your pace—trying to get the both of you to cum as soon as possible before his mom comes back to check up on you again. It was your first ever sleepover today so what better way to make it an unforgetful memory then to tease and take advantage of your sweet, doting boyfriend who would do anything for you, as long as it made you happy.

His fingers greedily dug into the soft flesh of your plump ass, grasping your curves possessively as he stared up at you—eyes filled with desire and lust as he captured your lewd expression as his angry cockhead furiously jabs against your g-spot over and over again. Bullyingly impaling your pretty pussy opened around him.

He’s trying his very best to stifle the desperate urges to moan and whimper too much but he just can’t help it—feeling the intoxicating pleasure of his seductive, horny little girlfriend manipulating his poor cock and body and using him as a fucktoy for your pleasure drove him crazy, just like this.

He loves it when you use him as your personal little toy to fuck. He was made for it—hell, he’d even let you use him while he’s asleep if you need to, He doesn’t care. He loves it.

He wouldn’t ever admit it but the dirty thought of even getting caught in such a lewd situation like this made his hardened dick throbbed excitedly against your tight soppy walls—that were two seconds away from milking him dry. No one has ever seen this side of Choso other than you, so the thought of even partially getting caught sent shockwaves through his mind.

He bit his lips and lets out a string of curses under his breath when he notices the streaks of cum coating his pulsating cock every time his cock disappears into your core and appears again and there was even more cum overlaying it, driving him sooo fucking crazy. The sight pushed him closer to the brink of ecstasy. He was so so close to stuffing you full of his seed.

“Your pussy is s’good” he whimpered out of breath. A mischievous smirk tugged at your lips as you adjusted your hips, grinding your ass against him at a better angle—coaxing a loud, unrestrained moan out of him.

“Nghh—fuck, m’so close Mommyy!” he lets out a low, guttural moan, his hands now gripping onto your waist, desperately trying his best to keep up with your pace as his gaze fixated on the rhythmic bounce of your breast which only further fuels his ardor.

He almost got a heart attack after hearing the next door slamming open. The sudden noise startled him, sending his heart racing with fear. You moaned out deliciously as you excitedly bounced faster, giggling at his scared expression. He’s so adorable, who knew a big, strong man could be this cute and vulnerable?

Your tight walls hugged his cock so snugly and warm inside of you, you felt like heaven. You grind your hips back and forth on his lap, causing a ripple of pleasure that made your muscles clench even tighter, making his head fall back while he fought the urge to release a moan that threatened to escape his lips.

“Gon-naa cum! Hahhh!” He quickly announced, before shooting his seed right up into your sloppy pussy—making your head fall back as your back arched slightly, you satisfyingly laughed at the pleasure of your insides slowly being filled up by him. You quickly stuffed two fingers in his mouth to quiet him as you drained more and more cum from his thick balls.

The door swings open with a sudden force, "Heyy kiddos! do you guys need anything? If so let me know and you should get some sleep soon!!" Choso's mom enthusiastically calls out by the door.

You smirked wickedly, pressing your soft boobs against his chest, causing a surge of desire to pulse through him. Before leaning your face into his neck, “Be a good boy and answer her for me, Choso” you whispered in a teasing tone before licking a long stripe of his sensitive neck—making his cock jolted with arousal against your gummy walls, you can literally feel it beating rapidly inside of you with his seed still stuffed inside of you as you cockwarmed him.

“I—ye-yes! We’re ohh!- okay~” he stammered—it was all he could make out before his eyes rolled back from the sudden pleasure overwhelming his senses. His head thumped loudly against the headboard as you sucked on his neck, sending shivers down his spine and causing him to lose himself in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that consumed him.

“Choso, sweetie are you okay?” His mom questioned worriedly, trying to make out what was happening but couldn’t see one bit because she didn’t have her glasses with her.

“Ye-yes! Please juuust go!” His voice cracked as tears prickled from his eyes, his heart pounding with a crescendo of fear and desperation.

“Okay! If you say so…” she replied with a tinge of uncertainty in her voice, casting a quick glance back before gently closing the door behind her with a soft click.

You slowly pulled away, a smirk played on your lips as you took in the sight of how utterly fucked out he looked. So fluttered and adorable.

You cradled his face in your hand, tenderly caressing his cheeks before pushing it deep into your boobs, gently patting the back of his head as he inhaled your scent with a groan. “Shhh Cho, I got you baby. You’re such a gooddd boy” you cooed comfortingly at him.

You giggled excitedly, feeling his cock rock solid again.

[miss-jaye]

shoto was thoroughly confused when you barged into the house, quickly kissed him on the cheek, and told him to wait in the living room while you hurried up the stairs, arms full of shopping bags.

he blinked slowly, deciding to sit patiently until you came back down.

five minutes passed, and he heard the sound of your footsteps pitter-pattering down the stairs. you appeared in the living room, dressed in a short, white sundress with a cherry print, paired with a red cardigan.

you gave him a bright smile, spreading your arms wide. “what do you think, sho? it’s cute, right?” you giggled, clearly excited.

shoto blinked again, his eyes slowly raking over your figure. he observed how the dress hugged your curves just right, the playful cherry print adding to the charm. paired with your radiant smile? oh yeah, it’s perfect.

without a word, he stood up and extended his hand to you. you took it, a bit confused, tilting your head like a curious puppy hearing a new sound for the first time. shoto then gently twirled you around, letting him take in the dress from every angle, his gaze soft but intense.

when you completed the twirl, you faced him with a lovely smile. “shoto?… do you like it?” you asked, feeling a bit nervous under the weight of his focused stare.

he met your eyes and replied straightforwardly, “i like it on you.”

his words, simple and sincere, made your heart flutter. you stepped closer, your hands resting on his chest as you looked up at him, the warmth in his gaze making you feel cherished.

“you have good taste,” he added, a rare, soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “but i think it’s your smile that makes the dress perfect.”

you couldn’t help but blush at his sweet words, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “you always know what to say,” you murmured.

“only for you,” he responded, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. you rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“so,” you began, your voice playful, “should i go try on the rest?”

shoto chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “if it means i get to see you smile like that again, then yes.”

[lady-lauren]

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❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: cam girl!reader, former student/teacher relationship (but you're still his ~favorite~), praise, mutual masturbation, sex toys, use of "good girl", lots of dirty talk, aizawa is a pervert and we all know it

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“Look how far you’ve come.” Shota loves how you still tremble at his praise, fingers faltering on the screen. “Remember when you used to be so shy? And now you’re just spreading your pussy open for me.” 

His gaze follows every movement, breath in his throat as you part your labia and slide your fingers down your folds.

He really thought it was just a rumor that the young generation of heroes had taken to social media to make money. Less villains meant less pay, sure, but he never thought he’d find you on one of his favorite sites, using the body he trained to stuff yourself with toys.

“You were always one of my favorites. Always such a good girl.” 

“I’m still a good girl, Sensei. Promise.”

You prove your point by smearing your fingers over your clit, moaning as your hips buck.

“Yeah? Then show me your face, sweetheart. Wanna fist my cock to every inch of you.”

It’s so wrong. He feels like a dirty old fuck in his bedroom, sweats shoved down to his knees and his laptop screen glowing in the dark on the bed next to him. His camera faces the muscles of his chest, angled just perfectly so you can see the dark trail of hair that leads down to his cock. The frame captures the pump of his bicep as he strokes his dick, yet he leaves it up to your imagination to piece together what’s happening off screen. 

“Then you have to show me your face too, okay?” 

There’s the nervousness he’s used to hearing crackle in your sweet voice. Always so studious, so sweet, the most pleasant of all the brats to deal with. You only ever wanted to please. 

He knew it was you by your bedspread in the thumbnail to your page. You still have the same pillows you used to have at U.A., all plush and girly with a memorable stuffie tucked off to the side.

“Maybe next time,” he offers, watching your tits heave and nipples tighten as you debate fulfilling his request. 

Your camera lens is focused from the bottom of your bed, allowing him the perfect view from your spread thighs to your delicate collarbone. You never show your face, not to anyone, not even in one-on-one chat rooms. He read your rules, but he’s special—he’s no scary stranger, just a perverted sicko who wants to watch his former student fuck herself for him.

He shouldn’t be doing this. But god he can’t help himself. He’s seen you flourish as a pro hero, tight suits and bright smiles to the public, and all he’s ever thought about is how fucking pretty you must look naked. 

“Then at least show me your cock, Sensei.”

You have got to stop calling him that. Yet his cock throbs and leaks at the honorific. 

“Fine.”

His simple answer is enough to convince you. You sit up on your knees on the bed and lean forward, making his mouth water as your breasts fill his screen. 

Shota strangles his cock in his fist as all of you comes into view. You raise the camera high enough to show your whole bed from an upward angle, letting him leer at you from head to toe. 

“Atta girl.” He groans as you lean back against your pillows with one hand anxiously running a finger over your lips. You stare right at him through his laptop screen and it makes his balls swell. “I’ve missed your pretty face.”

He watches how his words make you press your already sticky thighs together, like his voice shot straight down to your cunt.

“Oh yeah? Have you missed me, too? Do you think about your old Sensei?”

Moaning, you’re unashamed to slide your hand down your stomach, spreading your thighs so you can relieve the ache he’s building between your legs. 

“Mhmm, I do. Right now I’m thinking about what your cock looks like.” 

He’d almost forgotten his promise. Shota looks down at his length, sucking in a deep breath at the sight of himself swollen and drooling for you. He pumps himself a few times just to feel the pleasure, to gain the courage to drag the laptop with his free hand just enough to bring his dick into the picture.

A sharp little gasp from you echoes into his room and he’s suddenly far too self-satisfied. He admires how you writhe on your bed, pulling your knees up so he can once again see the full image of your wet pussy. 

“You’re so big,” you whisper like you mean it, like you’re wishing you had his cock in your hand instead of his. 

“You think I’d fit inside you, hm?” 

You’re like a curious cat eyeing him across the screen, lashes fluttering as you glance him over from base to tip. You must have a screen set up right next to your camera because your gaze is still meeting his as your head bobs up and down with the way he strokes his cock. 

“I dunno,” you moan as you spread your legs wider, two fingers dipping to prod at your hole, “you’re bigger than my toys.”

“And I bet that little cunt is so tight. Put your fingers in and show me.”

You still listen so obediently, just like when you were his student. 

He thumbs the head of his cock as he watches you sink two fingers into yourself, the microphone picking up the wet squish of your cunt. Your belly tightens with pleasure as you start to pump the digits into your pussy, slow at first and then picking up pace as your bliss builds. 

“Tell me what you would want me to do to you if I was there.”

There’s no filter for him now, not with your messy cunt filling his screen and your hand now plucking at your nipple. 

You take a moment to think, pretty head falling back to the pillows as you moan for him.

“Always wanted to kiss you, Sensei. Want to feel your hands all over me, ah,” you press the palm of your hand against your clit as you talk, making you nearly whine between breaths, “and I’d want your cock in my mouth.”

“You like sucking dick, sweetheart?” 

He starts matching the pace of his fist to your fingers, picturing his cock sliding between your plush, parted lips.

“I like having my face fucked,” you admit and it makes him groan. 

His noise spurs you on, makes you grab your tit and squeeze as your fingers move faster. 

“I’d love to slide my cock past your sweet lips and into your throat. Want you to gag on it, spit running down your face as I take what I want.” 

“Yes, want you to take what you want from me. Want you to use me, fill me up and fuck me with that fat cock, Sensei.” 

He nearly chokes at your words, blushing at how filthy your mouth is. He pumps himself faster, picturing having your soft body in his lap, your sloppy cunt sinking down onto him. 

“How do you want me to fuck you?” 

The moan that sounds from his laptop is so lovely, the slick sound of your fingers in your pussy making him shiver. 

“I can show you?” you ask more than state, pausing to look straight into the camera feed. “With a toy, I mean. Y-you can pick.” 

God, you’re such a delightful little minx. Shota squeezes the base of his cock as the mental image of you fucking yourself on a toy nearly topples him over the edge. He doesn’t know how he will handle actually viewing it. 

“Get your biggest dildo. Let’s see how it compares to me.” 

Any ounce of guilt he feels fades when you return to your bed with a purple, silicone cock, long and thick but not nearly as fat as the throbbing flesh he holds in his hand. 

“Guess you weren’t lying, were you, sweetheart? I’ll be the biggest thing that little pussy has ever taken.” 

Shota doesn’t care if he’s stepping beyond the realm of hypotheticals—he’ll get his hands on you, one way or another, all in due time. 

“Wanna see how I want you to fuck me?” you ask with the cutest smile, like you’re hiding such a naughty secret. 

“Show me. Fuck yourself for me, tell me every little thing I’m doing to you.”

He props an arm behind his head to get comfortable, the muscles of his abs and lats rippling in the dim light of the screen. He threads his fingers through his long hair and tugs the moment he sees you turn and get on your knees, bending until you’re in the most sinful doggy position he’s ever seen. 

“You start slow,” your voice drops to a sensual note, thick like honey, “cause you want me to feel every inch go inside me.”

The hand wrapped around his cock is moving before he can even think to stop, squeezing hard as he watches you reach around your body and start pushing the dildo between your pussy lips. 

Shota gets too close to the screen, strands of black hair grazing the edge of the camera, face still out of sight. His gaze scans from corner to corner, watching as if he intends to commit every single detail to memory. 

Your pussy sucks in the tip of the dildo, making you mewl, and slowly, torturously, you shove the length of it into your hole. 

“How do I feel?” 

“So good, want you to move, want you to fuck me hard.” 

You take the initiative to start bouncing the dildo in your pussy, sliding it in and out, building speed. The sound is licentious, wet, all mixed together with the short, airy moans you let out with every push into your body. Slick is starting to build on the silicone, creamy and thick. 

“Do you always get so wet or is it just for me?”

“All for you, Sensei. Cause you feel so good, you fuck me like I’ve always wanted.” 

Shota smears his thumb through the pre-cum freshly leaking from his cock, using it as lubricant as he starts a brutal pace on himself. He can hear the repetitive slap of his wrist hitting his thigh echo into the laptop microphone.

“That right? You’re a dirty girl for wanting to fuck her teacher.” 

“You’re so good to me, you rub my clit just how I like it.” 

He examines how one of your hands reaches under your body, two dainty fingers swirling around your clit before kneading it quickly, like you’re just so desperate to cum for him. 

The strokes he gives his cock are furious, other hand now coming down to cup his balls and roll them in his palm. His stomach flexes at the pleasure, picturing how that perfect cunt of yours would be squeezing him so tightly. 

“You wanna cum for me? Wanna cum all over your Sensei’s cock?”

“Please,” you groan into the sheets, hips now bucking with the pace of the dildo slamming into you, “will you let me cum? You said I’m such a good girl? Ah, ah, one of your favorites?” 

“Always my favorite, sweetheart. Show me how you cum, let me see you make a mess of yourself.”

Your knuckles are tight against the base of the dildo, using all your strength to fuck into yourself. You’re so close to the edge, panting, whining, hole stretched and practically weeping around the purple silicone. 

“You know I’ll fuck you faster, right? Harder. Just wait until I get my hands on you.”

Your tongue falls loose, “Want your hands on my hips, want you to spank me, oh god, pull my hair, kiss me and fuck me and tell me I’m all yours.” 

“You’re gonna cum for me, scream for me, all for me, got it?” 

He can see the way your head shakes on the bed, mascara dripping down the side of your face that he can see. Tears are in your lashes, your lip caught between your teeth, and even still you’re looking back for him, watching him tug and pull his cock with your name in his mouth. 

“God you’re so hot, your cock’s so big—”

A beautiful, strangled noise comes out of you as you finally come apart, your cunt clamping down around the dildo and your motions stilling. You scream into the mattress, all high-pitched and fucked out. Slick squelches from your stuffed hole, dripping down your thighs. 

With the scene before him, it only takes a few more pumps before he’s unloading, cum spurting out over his knuckles and up onto his stomach, rope after rope spilling out for you.

His room goes quiet, his pants and your whiny breaths the only sound he hears over the pounding of his heart. 

Finally, you shift on your bed, and he does his best not to look at the mess he’s made in his hand.

“Um,” you awkwardly clear your throat, looking away from him as you slide the dildo from your cunt. He can’t help but watch the way your pussy lips drag along the length. 

The post-nut clarity hits him like a steam roller. His clean hand grabs his laptop, ready to shut the screen and pretend none of this ever transpired except in the guilty pit of his daydreams—

“Shota,” you mumble, sitting on your knees and holding your body, “this was, uh, well really…hot. I…I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

His ears perk, unsure if he’s ever heard you call him by his first name. 

Before he changes his mind, he drags the laptop on his bed until the camera catches his face. You blink so prettily at the sight of him, dropping one of your hands from your breast like you’re just so comfortable seeing him. 

“Next time will be in person.” 

You give him the most genuine little smile, “Promise?”

[eloquentlytired]

Logan with a breeding kink fic? 😉

18+ mdni

— raw.

pairing: logan howlett x fem reader

word count: less than 900

tags: unprotected sex — breeding — logan is feral — just filthy smut — risky sex — dom/sub undertones

author’s note: hi anon I hope this was a good read for you. logan having a breeding kink is so incredibly canon honestly

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“lo.” you moan as you lie facedown on the bed, legs straight, hips slightly raised. logan enters you from behind and the way he stretches you in this position has you whimpering. one of his large hands puts weight on your head and forces you to bury it against the bedsheets as you sob beneath him. his other hand stays on your middle to kind of support himself as he fucks you, driving his veiny cock into your deepest parts. the bed creaks beneath your moving bodies but you don't seem to care. logan grunts as he feels your pussy clenching around his cock, coating it too with your arousal. “still taking your pills like a good girl?” the shake of your head makes his hips slow down and gradually stop. you tilt your head at an awkward angle to stare at him and he stares back. “w—we ran out.” you whisper, voice still laced with arousal and need. logan weighs his options as his eyes drift downwards where his cock is completed soaked by your wetness and even his pubic hair drip with the doings of your pussy. his bare cock twitches inside you and you moan. “not safe,lo. let's just—”

there's not much you can do in this position when logan starts thrusting again. you take what he gives you and your eyes roll back when the fat head of his cock kisses your sweet spot, making your entire body shake all over. tears of pleasure slide down your cheeks and he leans down to kiss a tender spot on your shoulder before biting down. he grounds his hips in circles and you almost scream. “there— there,lo.” you beg him and he repeats the motion again and again. when your pussy tightens around him as you cum, logan growls into your shoulder and you can sense him growing more feral over you. your hands grip onto the bedsheets for dear life as you drool and cry against the mattress. logan drives his cock faster inside you and a few more thrusts later he fills you up, leaning the weight of his lower body on yours that his cock nudges impossible places within you. it makes you squirm and logan offers you a reassuring kiss as he pants against your shoulder, trying to process the raw feel of your walls around his bare girth.

“fuck.” you hear him curse minutes later and when you look back, your eyes widen. logan slips his softening cock out of your pussy and watches as his own come drips out and over your cunt. you exchange a silent and long stare and then logan is moving you again. you don't know what's happening or why but you're about to.

you've lost count and you've also lost any sanity left for the time being. you drag a hand over your belly as logan pumps his load inside you again, making your thighs shake from where they sit atop his own. you're laying on your back this time while he gets comfortable between your spread legs, breeding you until the late hours. “one last time. I swear,baby.” he lies through his teeth again and you allow it. logan slips his hands underneath your legs and shoves them back until your knees are nearly touching your chest. his cock is still hard and leaking — he'd really done it this time — and he wants to blame your bare cunt for wrapping around his cock so perfectly. you're tired and your pussy feels a little sore but you can't help but reach a wandering hand to your clit and rub it as logan fucks you mercilessly. his balls are heavy and drag against you with each shallow thrust. your entire body shakes and your other hand remains atop your stomach; you're full, so full, and your toes curl when you think about how much of logan’s seed you've stored in your womb.

“lo—” you're letting go again, your entire body spasming as your fingers shake against your swollen clit. logan’s eyes narrow when he watches you squirt beneath him and one of his hands is moving down to toy with your pussy, his fingers moving past yours and past your clit to tease the source of your squirt. it makes you cry and nearly scream. logan feels his balls tighten and before you know it he's already giving it to you again, spilling everything inside your pussy to make it full. to make his seed take place. “lo.” by the time you call for him he's already slipping a hand around your nape, clutching it, while his other hand joins your own on top of your stomach.

your lips meet and logan soothes you. “so pretty, so sweet. you took so much in ya, princess.” and his whispers make you tremble even more as you kiss him back slowly. his kisses are nothing like the way he fucks you; they're slow, patient and gentle. logan hums into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck. his fingers flex upon your stomach, even doing so much as squeeze it. he loves it. “how ‘bout we forget about those pills?” logan growls.

his cock doesn't stay soft for long and when his hand presses into your tummy possessively, you know exactly what awaits you.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki is and forever will be a massive baby.

and it’s all your damn fault, so he says.

you hadn’t even said anything bad. all you'd said was that he looked even more handsome today then he usually did. and he'd looked at you like you grew an extra head, and now he's like this.

you don't even really know what did it, but then again it could've been anything with katsuki. too much eye contact, too long eye contact. your hands lingering a little too long on his face or your fingers rubbing at the crease of his eyebrows.

you don't know what it is but he won't remove his head from your neck now, grumbling about how stupid you are.

"katsukii.."

"shut up." he hisses through gritted teeth like he's angry, and he is. look at what you do to him ! it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy.

yet you giggle, rubbing softly at his hair and he shoves his head into you harder, the angle he's forcing your neck at is awkward but you don't mind, you'll let him have his little tantrum as you stroke his blonde messy tufts of hair tickling your chin.

"all i said was that-"

"i heard you. the first time. shut the fuck up." his grip on your hips tightens to the point you think he'll make indents in your skin. hands practically steaming and boiling hot to show you the embarrassment he refuses to let show on his face. your smirk grows wider, god you love messing with your boyfriend.

"i don't get why you're so angry, baby." you coo sweetly and he growls from the deepest part of his throat. he squeezes at your waist, clearly wanting you to just stop talking. but of course. you don't.

"it's cus you—you fuckin'—" he splutters and cuts himself off, not finding a proper way to convey how much you make his skin burn and prickle and itch. how you have his heart buzz and beat so loud against his ribcage he's sure you can hear it. and how much he fucking hates it. (he doesn't)

so he does the next best thing.

"ouch !"

he bites you. the asshole.

you're such an asshat !" you whine, pushing at his shoulders, and he grumbles when he pulls away. he lightly nuzzles against the mark he's left into your skin as a sort of apology, you don't deserve a kiss right now. (he'll give you one later) then he pulls away to look at you.

"s'your own fault," he huffs, cheeks less bright then they first were when you'd made the irreparable mistake of complimenting him (in his eyes, you regret nothing) but still with a nasty scowl on his face.

"ya keep sayin' dumb shit so now you deal with the consequences," he presses his nose against your pulse point as he huffs hard into your neck to annoy you and it works because you grumble, you feel him smirk proudly.

two could play that game.

"what dumb shit ? the fact that you're handso-" you cut yourself off with a giggled squeal as katsuki drops you backwards onto his bed with a snarl. you snort and giggle when he blows raspberries and softly bites into your neck, helplessly trying to push him away with your limp arms.

"you just can't help yourself, can ya.." he tuts, grabbing your arms and pushing them against his bed, barely suppressed smirk on his face as he sees your eyes prick with tears, leaning back in to blow into your neck "think you’re funny ? hah ?!"

he ignores your giggled plea's and bites at your fingers when he leans back enough for you to push at his face.

"yuck ! you're gross !" you wheeze, still giggling as you see the lopsided smile on his face. he huffs at the exertion of keeping you still, he really isn't trying hard to convince you he isn't handsome when he looked like that.

"yeah ? i'm gross, huh ? right back at you," he leans in close to you again, smirk still playing on his face "saying mushy shit like that."

"yeah well, i'll keep sayin' it !" you retort, sticking your tongue out at him. he rolls his eyes and drops onto you, causing you to grunt out an 'oof !' sound. he's stays quiet until he presses a soft kiss onto your skin, right where he'd bitten you. unbeknownst to you, his expression softens as he tries to repress a smile. he scoffs.

"you're so damn weird." he utters affectionately.

[luveline]

hiiii if you’re still looking for remus centered requests, i rly liked your best friend steve giving reader a hickey and couldn’t help but think of Remus too! like him helping a shy reader not feel insecure about being the ‘inexperienced’ one of their friend group… by giving her some experience 👀💞? love ya lots!

love u thank u for requesting<3

—Remus gives you your first kiss, and then a little more than that. You know, between friends. fem, 1.2k

“Will anyone kiss me tonight, or shall I go unkissed, like some leper?” 

You laugh at Sirius’ drama. “It’s not so terrible,” you say, coming up the hallway behind him and James, your face bitten by the cold. 

“I know, my lovely little blueberry muffin,” Sirius croons, leaning back and prodding at your cheeks, the smell of cider stuck to him like a cloud, “how you remain unkissed is a mystery to me. Shall we fix that now?” 

Sirius is your friend, he doesn’t poke fun, but you flush nervously at his question. James grabs Sirius by the shoulders and yanks him away from you toward the kitchen, “Stop teasing!” 

“I’m not teasing! I would love to kiss you, sweetheart, just as soon as I can figure out which one of you is the real one,” Sirius says. 

Remus laughs and closes the front door, the last one in. He wraps his hand around your shoulders. “He’d be so lucky,” he says loudly, sending a sulking, pouting Sirius in the opposite direction, James on his tail in giggles promising to feed him some unbuttered toast if he doesn’t chill out. 

Remus’ arm falls behind your back. “Why does he act like that? Four drinks and he’s in love with everyone. He gets so urgent.” 

You confess slowly, “I can’t say I blame him. Sometimes… I wish someone would kiss me quite urgently, and I don’t even need to get drunk.”

“You do?” 

“Just because I’ve never had one doesn’t mean I don’t want one,” you say, “it’s really weird being the only one who doesn’t– who isn’t dating anyone.” You fluster at your confession, worried it’s too much to share, even while his thumb rubs affectionately into your shoulder. 

“I’m not dating anyone,” Remus says. 

“No, but, going for hookups and stuff–”

You falter as he laughs. “You want one night stands?” 

“No,” you say honestly, “but still. You’ve all done that stuff and I’m like, a twenty something loser.” 

“You listen to Sirius too much. You have an entire life to find someone to kiss you.” 

“I sort of want it now, though,” you say meekly. 

Remus laughs again, his arm wrapping tightly behind your back. You’ve both had a drink too, not tipsy like Sirius but the buzz of it perhaps the cause of your loosened tongue, and his easy touching, his teasing. He smiles down at you kindly, “You want a kiss, is that it?” he asks, “Sirius has upset you and a kiss will make it better?” 

You find you love the feeling of his chest pressed to yours, “I don’t know. It would be nice to have one just so he can stop talking about it.” 

He pulls you right into him and angles his face against yours like he’s going to kiss you, his laughing a soft warmth on the tip of your nose. “You want it right now?” he asks, his hand rubbing sweetly into your back. Layers of fabric feel useless; it’s like he’s caressing naked skin. 

“You can’t kiss me,” you say. 

“Why not?” 

“We’re friends.” 

“What’s a good kiss between friends?” He’s following your eyes, he knows all your tones, Remus wouldn’t play with you like this if he thought it wasn’t what you wanted.

“I won’t know how to do it,” you warn in a whisper, you’re reluctance clearly fading.  

“Well, you’re very pretty, so any bad kissing cancels out.” 

You bend into him as his arm pulls you up, your noses nearly touching, closing your eyes as he leans in. 

“You sure?” he asks. 

“Mm,” you hum, though he doesn’t kiss you until you nod. 

Your noses press together most of all, the strongest sensation, but then there’s heat as his lips part so slightly and press into yours. He kisses upward and you have the sense to keep pressing down, letting his soft kisses move you with him, like an ebbing wave. You take an instinctive step back and he pauses, until you attempt to kiss him again and prompt him into movement —he takes the lead. His hands grasp at your back like you’re water slipping through his fingers, letting a sound of pleasure filter from his lips into yours. 

It’s so peculiar. It’s like fireworks, like all the books and movies say, but it’s more. It’s so warm, and his lips are soft even as his kissing turns rougher, as he tilts his head to the side and his lips come apart against yours. Your hand climbs hesitantly against his side, then up, then stuck at the place just above his ribs. 

“Touch me,” he says gently, breaking the kiss as your breath comes fast, “wrap your arm around me, it’s alright.” 

“Am I hopeless?” you ask, placing your arm behind his shoulder and tipping back to see his face. 

He shakes his head, frowning, why is he frowning? “Hopeless?” he repeats. His hand comes up to your face, and that’s almost as bad as the kiss, the heat of his palm on your face and his thumb stroking over the slope of your cheek. He uses that movement to turn your head, and when he ducks in for another kiss, he murmurs, “No, I wouldn’t say hopeless,” the end of it lost on your lips. 

This kiss is rougher again. Your heart beats so loudly you can hear the thump of it in your ears as your eyes close and you attempt to fit a hundred wanted kisses into one. He just squeezes you close and returns your enthusiasm, until you can’t breathe, forced to hang your head over his shoulder as you pant for air. 

Remus kisses your neck. It’s a shock: you squirm at the sensation but let your head fall to the side as he does it again, not nearly as insistent as his lips had been on yours but something unsaid in the trail of his nose as it runs back up your neck and he kisses the skin below your ear. He slows, and slows, until he’s pulling away to stare at you. 

You lift yourself up, nonplussed. “I didn’t know it felt like that.” 

Remus shifts his hand from the side of your neck to the front, wiping at the marks of his kissing with his thumb where it wets your skin. “It doesn’t always.” He smiles at you with just a hint of smugness in his eyes. “I don’t suppose you want to know what a love bite feels like?” 

“Oi!” James calls from the kitchen. “What are you two doing?” 

You pull apart slowly from one another. You think he might’ve forgotten where you were, as did you. 

James catches the fall of Remus’ hand where it had been on your cheek and squints suspiciously. “What are you guys doing? I made toast.” 

You can’t look at him. Remus saves the day. “We’re looking for her earring.” 

“You won’t find it with the lights off.” He glares again with suspicion before turning back to the kitchen. “I didn’t even know she wore earrings,” he mutters. 

Remus gives you a sideways look. “Maybe I can show you what it feels like after?” he suggests, voice measured. 

“Between friends?” you ask. 

“No.” He puts his hand to the small of your back and gives you a gentle nudge down the hallway. “Not between friends.” 

[luv-lock]

⸻ ʙ ᴇ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ᴅ ⸻

Pairing: Damien Wayne x Fem Reader Part 1

Headcanon: What if he become obsessed with Dick's girlfriend?

Notes: It's just a cute and funny headcanon and should not be taken seriously. Y/n obviously have no feeling for him and see him as a little brother. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

You’ve been dating Dick for a while, and naturally, this means you’re in Wayne Manor a lot. It’s not that you mind, but being around the Batfamily is like trying to survive a sitcom where every character is armed.

And then there’s Damien.

Oh, sweet, little, stabby Damien.

At first, he’s a little terror. He’s always scowling at you, calling you things like “Richard’s latest concubine” or “another unnecessary attachment.”

It’s fine. You ignore him. He’s a kid. A weird kid with ninja skills and a superiority complex, but a kid nonetheless.

But then something shifts.

You don’t know when it started—maybe it was the first time you helped Damian with his homework (because, let's face it, the kid can’t count past ten without losing his temper), or maybe it was the first time you accidentally brushed his hair aside while he was brooding on the roof. Either way, the moment you paid him just a little bit of attention, you sealed your fate.

Now Damien was everywhere. Not in an obvious “he’s following you” way—no, he was stealthier than that. He would conveniently show up whenever you visited the Wayne Manor, leaning against a doorframe, pretending he hadn’t been waiting there for 45 minutes.

“Oh, it’s you again. Why are you always lurking like a feral cat, Damien?” you’d tease, and he’d scowl, muttering about how you wouldn’t understand his “intellectual pursuits.”

He starts showing up wherever you are, uninvited. Oh, you’re in the kitchen trying to make breakfast? Guess who just landed behind you, silently hovering like a tiny, murderous shadow? "I see you're using the wrong knife to cut that," he says, smugly eyeing the blade, “and you should be cutting it at a 45-degree angle. Let me handle it.”

You look over, blink a few times, and try to avoid an aneurysm. "Damian, what—"

"I’m simply trying to prevent you from making mistakes," he interrupts, already taking the knife from your hand with the confidence of someone who’s never been told ‘no’ in their entire life. Yes, he did just steal your kitchen knife.

He goes from glaring at you across the dinner table to…well, staring at you.

It’s subtle at first, but you notice. You’ll catch his eyes lingering a little too long when you’re laughing with Dick, or feel him trailing after you when you wander the manor.

You think it’s cute. Like a kid with a crush on their babysitter.

When he insists on showing you his katana skills? You humor him. “Wow, Damien, you’re so talented!” you gush. Dick thinks you’re being nice. Damien thinks you’re in love.

When he critiques your relationship with Dick? “Grayson isn’t good enough for you. He’s reckless, emotionally stunted, and too busy pretending to be a circus clown to prioritize your needs.”

You laugh it off. “I’ll keep that in mind, Damien.”

Mistake #1. He interprets this as you agreeing with him.

When he starts bringing you tea? Complimenting your outfit choices? Sitting way too close to you during movie night?

“Aww, he’s opening up to me!” you think.

Damien is so dramatic about it. Every time Dick kisses you, hugs you, or just breathes in your direction, Damien is in the background like a Shakespearean villain.

He walks into the room, sees you cuddling with Dick, and immediately storms out with a loud, "Tt. Disgusting."

Alfred offers him cookies to calm him down. Damien refuses because he’s too furious to snack.

Mistake #2. You’re feeding the monster.

Damien moves from “weirdly attached” to “what the hell is happening” alarmingly fast.

He wasn’t subtle. He decided to prove his superiority over Dick by painting your portrait. At midnight.

“Damien,” you said when you caught him, holding a brush like he was Da Vinci reincarnated, “why are you painting me?”

“Because no one else can capture your essence,” he replied, dead serious.

You left before he could explain that he was also building a shrine in his closet.

He doesn’t interrupt your date... at first, not directly. He doesn’t need to. Damian’s signature passive-aggressive commentary will follow you home, like a ghost. "I saw you let Dick drive. You know his driving skills are subpar at best, right? I wouldn’t trust him with a paper airplane." You’re not even sure how he knew you two were driving, but the comment lands, and it cuts like a knife.

You try to confront him. “Damian, stop following me around like a puppy! You’re a child. A literal child. Go play with toys or something.”

Damian’s face twists with a mix of indignation and disgust. “I do not play with toys, Y/N. I train. Unlike some people.”

And the best part? Damian doesn't even hide his feelings for you. One night, after you and Dick have spent a quiet evening watching movies, Damian barges in, wearing his usual scowl, and just points at you. "I’ve decided," he declares dramatically. "You’re mine now."

You almost choke on your popcorn. "Excuse me??"

"That’s right. You’ve been chosen." He’s so serious, like this is some ancient prophecy he’s about to fulfill.

He starts referring to you as his beloved in casual conversation.

“Father, inform Grayson he’s no longer allowed to monopolize my beloved’s time.”

“Your what?!” Dick is confused.

At first, you thought it was a joke. “That’s cute, Damien, but I’m pretty sure you learned that from a Victorian novel.”

But he wasn’t joking. He never joked. He’d say it with all the seriousness of someone discussing global diplomacy. “One day, you’ll understand why I call you that, Beloved.”

One day, you accidentally called him a kid in front of everyone. “Relax, kiddo.”

You’d barely finished the sentence before he stormed off, muttering about how ungrateful you were for his “protection.”

Later, Alfred informed you that Damien spent the evening sulking on the roof. “It’s not sulking, Pennyworth. It’s strategizing.”

The moment Damien saw how you look at Dick, something inside him snapped. Why does Grayson get everything? he thought bitterly, watching from the shadows like a gremlin.

From then on, he started… intervening.

He’d interrupt your dates by calling Dick with “emergencies.” (“Richard, Gotham is on fire. I require your assistance.”)

Or other ways.

Dick: “Sorry I’m late. My motorcycle suddenly lost all its tires.”

You: “Wow, weird coincidence. Damien’s been in the garage all day.”

Damien innocently: “You should’ve asked me for a ride, beloved.”

He’d conveniently sit between you on the couch during movie nights, arms crossed, glaring at the screen like he wanted to kill the romantic lead just for existing.

Once, when Dick brought you flowers, Damien helpfully reminded you that roses often carried pests. You gave him a side-eye but thanked him for the warning.

One time, you catch him trying to slip his number into your phone.

“Damien, what are you doing?”

“Ensuring you can contact someone competent in emergencies.”

“That’s what Dick is for?”

“Grayson couldn’t competently fold a bedsheet.”

It all comes to a head when you find Damien casually trying to poison Dick.

You walk into the kitchen and there he is, sprinkling something suspicious into a smoothie.

“Damien, what the hell?”

He doesn’t even flinch. “It’s non-lethal. He’ll just feel weak enough to stay in bed for a few days. That way, we can spend quality time together.”

“QUALITY TIME?!”

He tilts his head, genuinely confused. “Don’t you want that?”

One day, you accidentally brought up his height. “Wow, Damien, have you grown an inch?”

That was it. That was the moment he vowed to become taller than Dick at any cost. He spent weeks researching growth supplements, adjusting his diet, and hanging upside down from the training bars in the Batcave.

Mistake #3. You don’t run immediately.

He “accidentally” breaks the bracelet Dick gave you (oops, it was an inferior material anyway).

Your favorite coffee cup disappears, and suddenly Damien has one just like it. "Strange coincidence, isn’t it?"

Damien starts “correcting” everything Dick tells you, from battle tactics to what kind of wine pairs best with dinner.

He trains Titus to growl whenever Dick comes near you. "Good boy, Titus. Show him who’s unworthy."

He steals your phone to block Dick’s number. "We should eliminate distractions."

You once made the mistake of jokingly calling him "cute," and now he’s convinced you’re secretly in love with him.

Dick, bless his heart, is completely oblivious.

“I think it’s great how well you and Damien are getting along,” he says, grinning like a golden retriever. Meanwhile, Damien is plotting your future wedding.

"I’m humoring her for your sake," Damien lies through his teeth while handing you a handmade sword engraved with your initials.

Damien constantly tries to prove he’s a better option than Dick:

“Richard is reckless. I, however, would never put you in harm’s way.” (Meanwhile, Damien drags you into an actual rooftop stakeout just so he can show off.)

“He can’t even cook. Did you know I can make authentic Middle Eastern cuisine?”

“You deserve someone who values you.”

You find a locked box in your room one day. Inside is a collection of…disturbingly Damien things.

A pressed flower you don’t remember receiving.

A strand of your hair.

A list titled “Reasons Why I’m Better Than Richard” (it’s very thorough).

A draft of a love letter in calligraphy that starts with “Dearest light of my tortured soul…”

You finally sit him down for a talk.

“Damien, you’re like a little brother to me.”

His expression doesn’t change. “I’m not your brother. Nor will I ever be.”

“Damien, you’re sweet, but—”

“I’m not sweet.”

“Okay, you’re terrifying, but you’re also 13.”

He stared at you, eyes narrowing. “I’ll wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“For you to realize that I’m the only one worthy of your affection.”

“Damien…”

“The age gap will be irrelevant in five years.”

“And when that day comes, I’ll be ready.”

When you reject him (because obviously), he tries to play it cool but fails miserably.

“Tt. I wasn’t serious anyway. Your taste is terrible.”

Proceeds to storm off, but not before stealing your scarf.

You find it later in his room draped over a practice dummy he definitely punched several times while muttering Dick’s name.

Bruce gets involved after Damien “accidentally” pushes Dick off a rooftop.

“You need therapy,” Bruce says bluntly.

“You’re just upset I succeeded where you failed,” Damien snaps back.

He does go to therapy but somehow convinces his therapist he’s completely normal. (Because of course he does.)

Alfred is the real MVP.

“Perhaps you’d like to consider not obsessing over your brother’s partner, Master Damien.”

“You don’t understand, Pennyworth. She needs to be protected.”

“From what, sir? A happy relationship?”

Everything become worse when Damien starts sparring with Dick for no reason other than to “test his worthiness.” You have to physically drag him away while Dick just stands there, confused and bleeding.

“He’s weak,” Damien hisses as you shove him into a chair.

“He’s your brother!”

“And yet, he’s undeserving.”

In the end, Damien doesn’t give up. He’s stubborn like that.

Part 2. Part 3.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.