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Kevin Atwater x OC Ava Batiste

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Wednesday Win

Here we go.....

Kevin Atwater was slumped down in his seat, spending a rare night off with his dad and his cronie, Smokey at the Sixes Bar. The corner brick building was a true piece of Chicago history, publicly declared a historical site in 1998. Owner Milton Richards Sr. kept the music live and made sure the drinks were still poured heavy. There was no signage outside and inside, they still had working payphones. Black owned and well-respected, no bouncers were needed - the regulars had a well-known reputation for having zero tolerance for rowdies. The notable delicious food selection came from a list so short that the servers just rattled off your choices when they came to your table. And those really in the know went around the back looking to get into a low-stakes game or two - spades on Wednesdays and poker on Thursdays. 

Lew picked up his cards, squinting through the dense cigar smoke he had just blown in the air. Ava’s father, Franklin, noted the joyous smirk on his face and shook his head before tossing back the last of his drink. “You lookin’ like this hand is all ours, my man.”

“Here they go with this shit,” Smokey muttered, adjusting in his seat throwing a knowing look to Kevin.

Lew’s gravelly voice was quiet as usual, “Now Smoke, brotha I didn’t say a word…but if I had--”.

Lew and Franklin both let out a rough cackle and leaned over to slap each other’s hands in a low five.

The newlyweds’ fathers had bonded over cards, dominoes and cigars the day they met. Ava’s father may have been a devout Christian, but he was also a family man who understood the pull to take care of his family by any means necessary, so he didn’t bat an eyelash at Lew’s prison time. Impressed by the humility it took for the man to try to mend his relationship with Kevin, they had been partners on the spades tables ever since.

Kevin looked at the two of them, shaking his head. “’Aight y’all. Just count your books.”

Ava appeared from the bar up front to bring Kevin another glass and get a kiss, but not before she delivered another drink for her father.

“G’on now,” he growled. “Don’t be lookin’ at my cards, girl.”

“Daddy!”

“Don’t be daddy-ing me!” He grumped, muttering, “Seems like Kevin wins everytime you come back in the room.”

Sliding into Kevin’s lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned at her father, “Maybe I’m just his good luck charm.” 

“Good luck my ass.”

Kevin held up his free hand, smiling wide, “Come on now, I ain’t in it.”

“Sounds to me like you are, son,” Lew chuckled. Sharing a look with Smokey, he laid his cards down for another episode of the Batiste Family show.

Collette placed her hand on her husband’s shoulder, giving him a little squeeze. “Don’t be talkin’ to my baby like that, Franklin.”

“Now, Collette that gal--,”

“Is a daddy’s girl to the bone,” Ava's mother chuckled. “That drink got you actin’ up.”

Ava squinted at her father playfully, “Thank you, Mama.”

Frankling huffed, looking up at his wife for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his lips, “My drink is jus’ fine, Coco.”

“Oh, Lord,” Ava groaned, getting up. Her parents had always been quietly affectionate people, but she knew her daddy only called her mama ‘Coco’ when he was flirting super heavy.

“Hey, hey, wait.” Kevin grabbed a handful of her loose, flowing skirt to tug her back to him. “Where you going?”  

“That’s my cue right there. Baby, I love you but bye.” Cutting her eyes at her parents, she kissed Kevin again and swished away, headed for the hallway leading to the front of the house.

Hearing Ava’s comment, Collette tried to hide her flustered smile. She glanced around at the other packed tables and spoke in a hushed tone. “See! Now I know you’ve hit your limit. Talkin’ that Coco business. Go’on an’ play your hand and hush.” Adding with a nod directed at her son-in-law, “Kevin, don’t you just let him win either. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Collette! Now who’s side you on, baby?!”

“Yours every time.” Pressing a kiss to her husband’s cheek, she smiled softly and winked at Kevin. “You heard what I said.”

Kevin smiled wide, appreciating the kind of family he had been welcomed into while Franklin continued to fuss, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Lew, you better get your son,” Franklin grumbled, watching his wife and daughter exit. He rolled his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other, picking his cards up again. “He done already put a ring on one of mine, he ain’t getting’ the other one!”

Lew threw his head back and cackled, “Maaaan, these young bloods ain’t nothin’ to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?” Kevin leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. “Damn. That’s cold.” He looked to Smokey for help, who grinned, running his hand over his bald head.

“Sorry son, but they ain’t talkin’ bout me.”

The rumbling laughter of his elders surrounded him, mixing with the noise from the surrounding tables of players. “See, this is why I don’t come out with y’all,” Kevin grumbled under his breath.

Lew picked up his cards again and fanned them out. “C’mon, man. Pull up so we can take this hand.”

“And this money,” Franklin added.

Lew raised his eyebrows at his partner, tipping his head in his direction in agreement, “Now you talkin’.”

“Oh, it’s like that?” Kevin reached across the table to the shallow bowl holding their bet money. “Well, if my young money ain’t no good, I can just--”.

“Ayyyyye,” Lew fanned his hand away with a frown. “Ain’t nobody said all that.”

Kevin paused with his hand over the bowl, raising his eyebrows, “No? You sure?”

“Leave it right there, son and get it got proper.”

“You doing a whole lotta talkin’, Pop.” Kevin pressed his lips into a straight line and picked up his drink for a sip, letting it warm his mouth and burn his throat. “A whole lotta talkin’.”

0.o.0.o.0

Later in the evening, as Ava exited the ladies' room, she paused as Kevin’s bulk filled up the narrow, dimly lit hallway.

“Hey you,” she smiled.

“Hey. How you feelin’, baby?” he asked. “I was about to go see if you were outside.” Taking her hand, he kissed her knuckles and drew her hand around to his back, rocking her gently in a loose hug. “I don’t wanna keep you out too late when you gotta get up tomorrow.”

“I’m fine. I’m having fun,” she assured him, snuggling into his broad chest, smelling his signature scent under the cigar smoke that had coated him. “The band playing out front is amazing. Mama is singin’ her heart out.”

“Good, good. Aight,” Bending, he took his toothpick out of his mouth and dropped a quick kiss on her lips, his eyes lingering on her face.

Ava’s face heated under his softening gaze. Embarassed, she patted his chest, “What?”

“Nothing.” Popping the toothpick back into his mouth, he rolled it with his tongue, cheeks rising. “I cain’t be happy to see my bride?”

“Your bride?” Ava’s eyes sparkled with amusment, “Lord, they smokin’ more than cigars in there?”

Kevin’s laugh filled up the tight space they stood in, “Damn, you beautiful and got jokes, too?” he teased. “Alright, Mrs. Atwater, keep on.”

“Sooo, did you just miss me?” Smiling up at him, she cocked an eyebrow. “Or is there something you wanted?”

Shrugging he gave her a squeeze and wet his bottom lip, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, “Maybe a little something.”

“Maybe?” The look Ava gave him held all the sass that made him fall for her in the first place. Troublemaker. Tossing his toothpick away altogether, he traced her jaw with a single finger and dropped his head down for warmer kiss. It could have still been an innocent encounter but she slid her hands up his chest and locked her fingers behind his neck to keep him from standing up straight.

“Okay…anything else, sir?” With him resting his forehead on hers, she hummed out a sound, running her thumb over his bottom lip and stroking the well-laid hair on his chin a few times with her fingertips.  

“Yup.”

Kevin’s expression darkened with hunger and he set out on a mission to kiss her until she forgot where she was. With him slowly tracing her spine with his fingertips the way he was, she never felt him turn her body to press her against the wall. She had no idea when his massive hands crept under her shirt to slide up and down her sides, taking her breath away with each gentle squeeze and kneading of his fingers. Or when he began skimming the pads of his thumbs on the underside of her breasts, washing her in shimmering tingles from head to toe. Or how many times he abandoned her lips to trail a hot path of suckling, nipping kisses down one side of her neck and back up the other.

Hearing a door slam, voices and laughter coming near brought Ava out of the moment she was having with her husband, hating to feel his hands leave her body. “Maybe you do need to take me home,” she murmured with a quiet, sultry giggle.

“Yeah?” Biting his lip, a mischievous look crossed Kevin’s face as he moved aside to let a couple of people pass by. “Maybe not.”

Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he took her by the hand and walked her down into the darkness at the end of the hall. Set back on the right was a narrow metal door. He tried to open it, but it didn’t budge. With one hand on the doorknob, he slammed his other hand on the top right corner twice. Turning the knob, he lifted up and jerked on it hard and it turned easily. Opening the door with a smug smile, he let out a quiet laugh on a breath, “Still works.”

Letting him lead, Ava followed behind him into the dark storage room. The streetlight coming in from the high, narrow, slim-line windows was enough to be able to see. With one hand holding her, he locked the door.

“We have been here a hundred times! Do I wanna know how you knew to do that?” she whispered.

Snatching off his hoodie, he tossed it on top of a box and smiled, “Nope.”

“Yes!”

Smothering Ava’s laugh with a kiss, he slid his hands down her hips, nudging her backwards. Between kisses and navigating the crowded path to the back wall, he confessed his connection to the iconic bar’s back room.

“I started coming down here when Pop went up. Ol’ man Richards used to let me do jobs for ‘em. Pay me more than they were worth.” Dropping down to her neck, he imprinted the memory over her skin, “It kept me busy…outta trouble. Sometimes…it put a little more food on the table, you know? For a while, here was as much home as home was.”  

Feeling her back hit the wall, she smirked up at him, halting his hands from pulling up her shirt. “Pause.” Although she wanted more of the story in that moment, she needed more of him. Plenty of time for real questions later. “One thing…was young Atwater bringing girls in here?”

“Nope.” As soon as the word left his lips, Ava released his hands and peeled off her shirt. Rolling her shoulders back, she let him admire the emerald green lace cups holding her full breasts. Licking his lips, he whispered low, “Not a damn one.”

Stripping off his shirt, he closed in quick. Planting a finger in his chest, she stopped him. “You sure?”

“Mmhm.” His eyes dropped down to where her finger was trailing lower. Spellbound, he watched her hands as she unfastened his jeans, hissing when one disappeared inside to palm his hardness through his briefs, drawing him closer. “Nobody.”

Hovering over her mouth, his fingers crawled on her thighs, drawing her skirt up higher and higher. She wet her lips slowly, her voice gone husky with arousal, “Nobody…but me.”

Dipping his knees, he slipped his hands inside her panties to caress her plush butt cheeks, lifting her up to her toes. “Just you, babygirl,” he vowed, as he ground his pelvis into hers with carnal intentions. “Just. You.”

Ava drug him down for a kiss, welcoming the heat of his body pressing her into the cool brick at her back. His hand coming around to cup her sex dropped her jaw open. His fingers slipping inside made her drag her leg up his in submission to his swirling caresses. His stepping back to tug his bottoms down his hips made her reach for him, wanting him to hurry. His lifting her up made her automatically wrap her legs around him, whimpering until he found her entrance. With his knees dipped low, his provocatively slow entry pushed a high gasp out of her during each exploratory upthrust. She gripped his shoulders tighter for every inch that he stretched her open. She let out a stuttering whine as he let her drop the rest of the way down on his throbbing dick.

Embedded in her silken tunnel to his base, Kevin moaned low, “Hold on to me, baby. Just hold on…I got this.”

Adjusting his grip on her, he stood up straight. Drawing his hips back, he lifted her to make her meet his thrust again and again, bouncing her on him. As he found his rhythm, his whispered curses and her sweet sounds filled the small room over the noise of the club.

“You know how good you feel to me?” He panted in her ear, feeling her cinch her legs around him tighter in response. “Come on, baby…like that! Unngghh! Lock them legs so you can take this work!”

Ava dropped her head back, his rougher strokes had her eyes squeezed shut and left her mouth hanging open. Every time he used his height and weight and strength for her pleasure, it made her weak instantly and he knew it. Waves of heat rolled over her as he bounced her harder. His beard scrubbed her cheek with every thrust, the heat and movement filling her nostrils with the scent of him - an intoxicating mix of beard oil, lotion, and cologne. Hanging on for dear life, there was nothing she could do - her body was completely under his control.

“Goddamn!” he choked out between heaving breaths, talking them both up into a frenzy.

“...you know you were made for me, don’t you?”

“…my damn treasure.”

“…Mm! My kitty wanna talk to me?”

“.…What she got to say? Hm? That she mine? Huh?!”

“Yes. Yes!” She chanted back mindlessly, digging her nails into his shoulder - every coherent thought taken over by his sex-deepened voice. “Jesus, baby!”

Her scramble to get a better hold of him, plus the way she had begun to whisper his name and her gasping pleas for him not to stop, all told him that her release was just below the surface. Pressing her hard into the brick, his hips slowed down just a bit, selfishly grinding more now so he could feel his every stroke brush her back wall. Knowing she was reaching the end, Kevin gripped her jaw in a silent demand, stealing the all breath she had left with a kiss. Staying as deep as he could, he stirred in her parted place so he could relish the heat within her. So he could feel her velvet friction massaging every inch of him until air-deprived Ava pulled her mouth away. Consumed with pleasure, she palmed the back of his head with one hand and fastened her teeth on the tensed muscle of his shoulder to muffle the guttural sounds escaping her dry throat.

He could feel her buttocks twitch in his palms and her plush thighs clenching him, urging his hips on as her orgasm wove its electrified tendrils throughout her body, tensing up her every muscle, holding her hostage with the exquisite sensation.

“Oooooh K-Kevin! Baby? Baaaaby!” she cried out.

“Yeeeeah, that’s it ain’t it?” Kevin groaned already knowing the answer, feeling her walls flutter as she noisily sucked in air. “You bout to cum for me, babygirl?”

Her body answered him immediately. Her cry blasted in his ear right before he covered her mouth.   

“Sshh, baby. Shhhhhohhhhshit! There my honey go!” He groaned low, his thighs trembling, trying to hold his position for her. His breath hitched in his throat, making his next words sound like a plea, “There it is. Come on!”

She dropped her head back and her back arched, confirming her release with rolling spasms and muffled, intelligible cries behind his palm. Helpless, her hips jerked forward and back involuntarily, bucking in the confined space between him and the wall. Unable to hold out another minute, Kevin wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tighter, letting her body’s motions do the work to send him over. Feeling it coming, his quivering thighs forced him to reach up and grip the brick ledge under the window above her head at the last second for stability. He cursed through clenched teeth to keep quiet as his release rolled through him, blasting her still convulsing walls with hot ribbons of cum. Breathing harshly through his nose to ride out the shower of tingles stiffening and arching his back, he gasped for breath, leaning into it all.

Anchored, Ava encouraged him to take his time with fluttery, breathy exhales. Her winded hums as she steadied her breathing swept over whatever skin her lips could reach to kiss. The gentle gyrations of her hips caused caresses on his sensitivity, setting off more tremors in him, extending his pleasure.

Depleted, he let out a long exhale, then dappled little kisses all over her face, making her giggle softly in her bliss. Ava gingerly unlocked her legs from his waist, letting him lower her to the floor to find her footing. She held onto his upper arms while he smoothed her skirt down over her hips. Questioning her balance, his cheeks raised in a playfully smug smile, “You got it, babygirl?”

“Something like that.” Letting go of him, she laughed at herself, embarrassed by feeling her inner thigh muscles twitch in protest. “Thank God, I wore flats tonight.”

While she pulled her shirt on and fussed with her hair, Kevin pulled himself together, fastening his jeans and slipping his shirt back on. Neither felt a shred of guilt for defiling the hidden space or abandoning their parents as they wrapped each other up in a long hug. The sounds of the club crept under the door, politely reminding them that they had to get back to it.

“You ready to go out there?” Kevin asked, unable to keep from dropping another kiss on her lips.

“No.” She admitted with the playful frown he loved so much, drawing him down for a few more deeper kisses.

“Alright, woman,” he chuckled when she flicked his bottom lip with her tongue, biting it gently. “Your mama’s gonna send out a search party.”

But despite his warning words, his hands were settling on her hips - spreading over her lush, full curves. Automatically gathering her closer, softly kneading his handfuls of her body.

Ava looked up into his deep brown eyes and made her needs clear, as she ran her hands over his chest, “Mr. Atwater?”

“Hm?” His eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes locked in on her, waiting. It was his automatic response to her expression, to her hands calling him back to her, to her breathy tone. A moment where nothing else mattered but the woman who chose him, stood by him, and supported him. The woman who loved him.

“Take me home.”

- fin -

[kunt-dracula]

*How I looked when I opened my Tumblr and saw this.*

🥰 with Kevin ofc!

Forgive me for the time passed my friend! I'm packing and prepping for court while writing so I'm all over the place!!🙃 But slowing down for some KevinCuddles will always fit the bill. Thx for the ask!

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~ RESIDUE ~

You could feel his absence before ever opening your eyes.

1:43 am. Rolling over, you could see that there was no light coming from the bathroom. Now fully awake, you raised your head straining to hear his familiar sounds but there was only silence. No opening and closing of the fridge or a cabinet. Or the rumble of his voice that you could normally make out when he got work calls at night. You couldn’t ignore the fact that something felt off. Tossing the covers aside, you made your way out of the room.

Looking into the semi dark of the living room, you did not like what you saw. Kevin sat bare-chested on the couch - his shirt haphazardly tossed onto the coffee table. His elbows were resting on his thighs and he held his head in his hands. The glow of the tv illuminated his broad shoulders as the scene in front of him, volume muted.

“Baby?” you said softly. When he didn’t acknowledge you, you raised your voice a bit. “Kevin?”

His whole body jerked in surprise and his head whipped around your direction. Letting out a long exhale, he faced forward again, and his shoulders slumped back down. “Damn, baby girl. You gonna give me a heart attack.”

Stepping into the light the tv provided, you winced apologetic, “Sorry.”

“I wake you up?”

“No…I just--,” you shrugged. “You know.”

“Yeah.”

Coming around the sofa you stood beside him, placing a hand on the back of his neck. “You okay?”

For the first time in a long time, Kevin Awater didn’t have the words to explain how he was feeling. The bloody dream he’d had was still too fresh. He had been trying to shake it off but it clung to him relentlessly. Fully awake, he could somehow still smell the gun powder. He couldn’t save all the ones caught in the crossfire and real or not, the guilt of failure rolled had his stomach clenched tight. 

“Yeah.” No.

Cupping his chin, you lifted his head to make him look into your eyes. Even in the dim light you could see that they were cloudy from stress and lack of sleep. What is it, baby? Talk to me. He only let you search his face for a minute then looked away.

“You want to talk about it?”

“Nah, I’m alright.”

He may have said it but the tension tightening his shoulders was telling a different story. You gave a little snort of disbelief and he chuckled in spite of himself. Holding your hand against his lips, he kissed the back of it. “It was just a dream. I’m good.”

You wanted to know what kind of dream made him leave his own bed but he clearly didn’t need questions from you - not now. Climbing into the corner of the couch, you motion to him - inviting him to come closer. “C’mere.”

Kevin didn’t move at first. And who could blame him? At this point in his life, he exuded strength by habit, with emotional control that was enviable. Too many challenging times had taught him that while he was needed by everyone around him - for some reason, he wasn’t allowed to depend on anyone else. Telling you that he didn’t need anything was on the tip of his tongue but the softness of your gaze was exposing that part deep inside of him that needed to be cared for. Opting against his normal armor, Kevin did as you asked. Swiveling around, he situated himself between your legs, leaning his large frame back onto your chest - where you welcomed him with your plush, warm softness. The mere smell of you lowered his guard. Dropping his head back, an exhale whooshed out from his tired soul. With your cheek resting near his ear, you stroked your hands up and down his arms until his fist uncoiled. Then back and forth across his chest until the tension left his body. Floating he released sigh after deep sigh. You couldn’t see the way he let his eyes close as the residue of his violent dream was washed away by your soothing touch. But you did feel the weight of him get a smidge heavier as he fully relaxed into you. After a while, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders giving him a long squeeze before pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

Neither one of you knew how long you lay stretched out on the couch, wrapped up in each other - nor did you care.

Feeling himself nodding off for the third time, Kevin forced himself to uncurl his limbs from yours. Sitting up, he yawned hard ending it with a low sound of contentment while he stretched. He didn’t know if it was the luxury of your touch or your patience with him that did the trick - he just knew that whatever it was, it felt right.   

Standing up, he took your hands and tugged them gently, drawing you up onto your feet. Wrapping his arms around you, he let you cup his face in both hands. Looking down into your eyes he hoped you could see the newfound peace present in his now. Smoothing his beard with your thumbs while he rested his forehead on yours, you pressed a warm kiss to his lips. Without a word, he clicked off the tv and tossed the remote. Together, you found your way in the dark - back to bed.  

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[kunt-dracula]

I've been considering posting some things.

In my mid to late teens I used to write for the little OCs I created but unfortunately due to the changes in my mental health at 25, I can't keep focus long enough to do so. Now I just stick to backstories, character profiles, and scenarios. However, I would still like to share them here. If you’re interested in using her for your own writings, you‘d be welcome to do so. They've been sitting in my drafts for years and I think its time clear them out.

[kunt-dracula]

~Kevin Atwater domestic headcanons!~

A/N: Remember that time I said seeing this man triggered me back to that time I had a stalker in college that favored him? Not nearly as handsome (I think it’s just the eyes) or LH’s fault. Guess my brain learned how to finally separate the two lmao! Anyways!! This is just something light to start off with since the Chicago pd tag is basically a ghost town but I’m thinking about writing a fic (oc) about Kevin at some point if anyone’s interested? Hinted at it in my Dante fic but let’s see how this goes first 😆

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Kevin Atwater strongly believed in leaving work talk outside of the house, whether it be at his spot or yours. Especially if it was a tough case, he learned to let it go at the front door before he entered the home because his home life already carried enough weight in it from the moment he had to run it at a young age.

He wants home life to feel safe and separate from all the tough things his career could be so him and his significant other will create rituals together: music in the mornings to set the tone for the start of their days, music in the evening time to wind down together getting ready for bed or after dinner with him rubbing your feet or you massaging his shoulders on the couch with his head buried against your chest.

Kevin was big on slow Sundays. It was basically a reset without him having to watch those reels you always sent him through DM. It was something he naturally did, clean up the house, and make his “famous” pancakes. He’s never a fan of mini pancakes, loved to make huge stacks with crispy edges, extra vanilla and a pinch of cinnamon.

He loved breakfast since it was always the easiest thing to make or get when the funds ran low and he had to make sure his siblings were fed. Breakfast for dinner was big too and even if you weren’t a breakfast person, you appreciated it anyways.

Kevin’s a deep listener, even when you think he’s not listening and his eyes maybe on something else, he is. You’ll never have to repeat yourself twice or ask him what he thought or if he heard you because he always has a response for you.

If it’s something emotional, he’ll definitely bring it back up gently to make sure you’re doing alright and make sure that you feel seen.

Acts of service. Acts of service. Acts of service baby! Your garbage disposal from your sink is acting funny? Bet your ass he’s telling you to hold off on calling some rip off service because hes watched videos on how to repair stuff and figured it out himself around his own place—if he didn’t then he definitely knew somebody that could fix it for a reasonable price. He’ll show up with his tool kit all grins and you’re shaking your head, leading him to the problem while also having refreshments for him while he worked.

Ofc you would try to talk him out of it mentioning that new final destination movie is coming out and that you didn’t want him to be part of the cast.

“Don’t ever count me out, girl.” He says to you with a smirk after he managed to fix the problem, leaning forward as if he was going to kiss you just to snatch some fruit off the charcuterie board, “Now I take my payment in praise or in fours.”

He winks but widens his eyes when you get down on your knees instead.

If you have to stop and get gas and it’s been awhile since he’s driven your car—especially at night—he tells you to wait and that he’s just getting off work so he’ll meet you there to fill it up for you. You may or may not be the kind of person that waits until the last minute to get gas. In this economy?! I don’t blame you! Which leads to him always checking your tank before he leaves your place, so he knows when to keep it full FOR you.

You definitely pick up things that make you think of him and leave them at your place to surprise him with the next time he’s over.

“For real?” Kevin questions holding up the item with a smirk, “You got me slippers and to leave here? I think you luh me.”

It was mainly to keep him from stealing yours to run (knowing they weren’t his size!) outside in.

He finds it too cute that you’re thinking about him even when he’s not around.

If he’s had a long day based on a case, since he’s not one to really talk about them once at home, you’ll just burry your face in his chest—or his shoulder if you’re a stallion!—giving him a tight embrace he needs.

Might even teach him about self-care, take time out for himself and see what works best for him.

When you officially give him a key to your place wrapped in a fancy box, Kevin is all wide grins. “Oh so things done got serious, huh?” Which makes you roll your eyes as he squeezed your hand from across the table, thanking you as this is a new step in your relationship and only makes it feel closer to your future together.

Out doing weekend outings? He’s along for the ride, not complaining too much until it cuts into the time that it’s time to eat. And you almost passed out in one of the stores trying to blame it on not having enough water or your vitamins earlier. “Don’t ever do that again. Spending can wait, taking care of yourself can’t.”

Which you mocked him for taking a page out of your own book as you tore up some food from the drive thru in the passenger side you both stopped at not that long ago, although your heart warmed at his love for you.

Until he tried to steal some fries! Which meant elbows were thrown.

First time meeting his siblings? On accident. Through FaceTime, you were looking up directions on his phone when Kevin’s brother jordan called and you answered.

“Who are you?” He asked while Vinessa butted her head in beside the boy also asking, “And why do you have our brother’s phone?”

Jordan pushed her to the side which earned him a slap, Kevin didn’t even have to be looking at the phone to know that the two were ready to Duke it out, his authority coming into the mix as he told them to knock that mess off.

He eventually pulled over to the side after you introduced yourself properly and you handed him the phone just for you to hear, “How did you manage to bag that?”

Which made you snicker while Kevin looked at his baby brother like he lost his mind, “Alright now this is where I leave you since you really on my line acting like you don’t got no sense.”

“Your brother is a dime piece himself.” You called out, making Kevin smile over at you, teeth pressing into his bottom lip, before he grinned back at Jordan.

“Hear that, man? Sounds like mutual feelings.”

“Man, whatever big bird.”

Vinessa cuts in, “Don’t talk to him like that!”

“That’s right, Vin. Have my back!”

The adoration was pure in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend interact with his younger siblings.

He’s the definition of a partner, not just a boyfriend.

Grocery trips done hand in hand unless it was a big trip, then he’s pushing the carriage and wants to do as less trips as possible bringing them into the house.

Show up to your events even if he’s bone tired. You’ll drive him back to his place, letting him get a nap in so he doesn’t fall asleep at the wheel. He sleeps like a starfish and don’t let yourself get trapped underneath him because otherwise you’re not going anywhere for awhile!

Let’s you fall asleep on him anywhere and will slip a bonnet on your head if it’s longer than a nap and if you’re at home.

You make his own beard oil that’s better than what they have at the barber shop but regardless you still hype him up whenever he gets a fresh shape up.

He’s not possessive but does get quiet when someone tries to lightly flirt with you right in front of his face. Is the type to cage you in with his legs if you’re seated next to each other on bar stools and regular seated tables, body fully turned towards you. He’ll observe it all and you’ll brush it off putting your attention back on him.

“You’re mine, right?” He’ll whisper to you, locking his arms over your shoulders from behind as you’re finishing up your night routine.

You peck his hand, “Always.”

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[kunt-dracula]

12 years later I’ve gotten back into Teen Wolf. (I came across it while on Freevee and started binging it on Amazon Prime) Is the fandom too dead to get back into it at 24 or no. 👀👀😂

[kunt-dracula]

is it a drabble event if i don't come in and request something for my husband-by proxy???? 😏

can i get Writer's Choice for Kevin Atwater with: soft, rest, slip

as always sending all of my love and hugs 💖

No, it is NOT! And bless you for coming through requesting this lovely soul! Enjoy!

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Oh. My. God. Nooooooooo!

Your eyes were wide, huge. You were sure the slip would ruin everything. Blazing heat washed over your face and neck as you sputtered out an apology.

“Kevin, I didn’t meant to say that! I’m so sorry! It just--”.

Kevin cupped your face in both hands silencing the rest. Drawing you up pratically on your toes, he chuckled soft and low. “Nah, it’s too late to take it back now, baby girl.”

You searched his eyes looking for rejection, and finding none.

“So, you love me, huh?”

You barely nod yes before he kisses you breathless.

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[kunt-dracula]

slytherin boys' reaction to being interrupted while you were speaking.

so, the thing is: this week has been terrible and the potato manifestation did NOT work. </3 not only did my exam went terribly, but i'm really sick too— i'm so sorry for taking so long with the requests! 🤕

mattheo riddle x reader, theodore nott x reader, lorenzo berkshire x reader, draco malfoy x reader, blaise zabini x reader. fluff! i hope you enjoy. 🌷

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THEODORE FUCKS OUT OF THE CONVERSATION IMMEDIATELY. this man couldn't be bothered to continue to listen to the rest of the group, focusing his attention on you now. due to his introvert nature and having been a quieter kid during his first two years at hogwarts, theo understands the struggle. so, hand shoved on his pocket, theo reaches to brush his fingers on your cheek, gently calling your attention to him, and only him. 'you were saying? i want to hear the rest of it.', theo assures you, getting your attention out of the group of people (and distracting you from the embarrassment / hurt from being ignored), to have a conversation with him and only him. would enjoy the attention.

if the two of you are really close friends or in a relationship, theo would talk with those people separately; if the group was his slytherin friends, then theo would warn them to be more attentive about not interrupting you. would be mad if someone called you or him dramatic about it.

MATTHEO WOULD HAVE ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THIS, and stop this fuckery the same second it started. this man wouldn't have private talks or warnings like theodore did; the second someone interrupts you and your voice fades, mattheo will slap the back of their heads (if it's a boy) or nudge them with his elbow (if it's a girl), telling them to shut the hell up, since you were speaking first. then, with everyone silent, he'd nod at you, gesturing for you to continue what you were saying: 'go on babe, you weren't finished.'

this could feel so embarrassing, though; having this group of people all silent and staring at you, for the uhm, wrong reasons? if you complain or talk to mattheo about this, he'll just shrug, totally unbothered. 'can't fucking stand pick me people needing to shout and interrupt others. they're the ones who should be embarrassed, anyway.' and yes, he'll do it again. and again, and again. no one walks over his girl, nuh-huh.

LORENZO WOULD SILENTLY TAKE CARE OF THIS, with his passive-aggressive attitude. no one disrespects you, or his friends, in front of lorenzo without him having a say about it. would wrap his arm around your shoulders, a silent yet protective shield, as he lets out a little laugh. should anyone question it, lorenzo nods in the direction of the one who interrupted you: 'nothing, it's just funny how this one feels so important to the point of interrupting others. go on, tell us what's so important to interrupt my girl.' — an invitation for the said person to fuck off, because honestly, even the people around you would give them side glances, now that lorenzo remarks how rude that actually is.

i said it once and i'll say it again: this man is a bit of a bitch, and i love him for it. check his headcanons here!

DRACO WOULD TAKE THIS PERSONALLY, and be so, or more, offended on your behalf. you see, draco perceives that anything done or said to you, is a direct attack to him— something about growing up and seeing how lucius malfoy always protected his mother, narcissa malfoy, that stirs up protectiveness over his partner. like mattheo, draco directly takes care of the matter; would turn his attention to you, talking louder than whoever interrupted your words: 'darling, you didn't finish what you were saying. some deaf idiot must have not heard you talking first.' and, you see, draco malfoy is quite the queen bee of slytherin, so that alone is more than practice to deal with someone trying to step over you— and by extension, him.

actually so, so mean to whoever thinks that it's funny to be the slightest rude or disrespectful to you; no one will make fun of you in draco's presence. i mentioned this here too!

BLAISE WOULD DISCONNECT FROM THE CONVERSATION, very similar to theodore. the first thing blaise worries about, is your well-being— your feelings, caring if you're hurt and wanting to make sure that you won't take it personally. blaise offers you a smile, resting his hand on the back of your hand and massaging there, incredibly gentle to not mess up your hair: 'don't mind them, pretty girl; these idiots are way worse after some drinks, trust me. wanna tell me what you were saying? i'm all ears.' if you feel like only talking to him, blaise will have his full attention on you, catching up with his friends afterwards.

would silently reassure you with physical touch. as in, guiding you to stand in front of him, his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders and caressing them, while resting his chin on your head. sometimes, blaise can be the center of a conversation, with his great humor; other times, he's more of a listener. would always have 60% of his attention on you, and 40% on the group.

🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.

— the first slytherin boys react i've done, me thinks? once again tysm for reading, and requesting! i'll tend to them as soon as possible. (i'm so sorry i'm a perfectionist. 💔)

the headers + gifs + icons aren't mine. credits to the respective creators ! 🌷

[kunt-dracula]

Kevin and the way y’all write him are going to ruin real life men for me.

I’m gonna be on a date and the guy may do something and in my head imma be like “Kevin would never, this dude is wack. Let’s go home.”

{KEVIN ATWATER}

❄️-from the December Daydreamz Series

I Got You

Oh, Night Devine ❄️

Simmer ❄️

S.O.S. ❄️

Good Morning

Serving It Up On Sunday

Monday Morning Blues

Tuesday's Twist

Flawless Communication

Make It Good

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[kunt-dracula]

I was IMMERSED the whole time I read this (I was when I read the first part too). I already had googly eyes for Kevin but this made it worse.

If I Took You Home, Part 2

Pairing: Dom!Kevin Atwater x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Food porn. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing, masterbation (male), fingering (female receiving), cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. D/s dynamics.

Summary: Your friends were all in relationships so that meant it was time to bug you about your singledom. Your blind date went a little too well. You expected the magic of the night to give away to clarity in the morning. You didn't know if you were breaking some kind of one night stand rules by spending the night. You try to sneak out undetected, but Kevin only proves that he knows how to wear us down.

Word Count: 7,041k

AO3 Link | Part 1

A/N: Hello, my loves. This was long, long, long overdue! I wanted to finish this yesterday. Ah well, what a sweet lullaby muahaha. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.

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Some things became clearer in the light of day. As wakefulness encroached upon the sweet lullaby of sleep, you blinked your eyes sleepily at the unfamiliar room. Panic made your heartbeat increase as you tried to remember where the fuck you were.

You shifted on the bed, a particular ache between your legs making you wince. Oh yeah. Memories flooded you of every single nasty thing you did last night and let this virtual stranger do to you. The way he commanded, demanded, and delivered. It brought heat to your cheeks as you tried to think of how you could explain your night without breaking into song and dance.

Sex that good had to warrant a little bit of razzle dazzle right? A little bit of jazz hands. A little bit ohmygodwhencanwedothatagain?!

Kevin snored gently beside you and you half turned in the bed to watch him. He looked damn good up close and in repose. He had long eyelashes that rested against his cheeks. Juicy lips that puckered in his sleep. He slept on his stomach, hugging the pillow to his chest. His massive arms curled adorably beneath him. 

In the light of the morning, or afternoon, whenever it was, your nerves came screaming back. What was the protocol here? You’d never done anything like this and you were completely out of your element. Was it awkward to stay? Was it awkward to leave? 

He asked you to stay, sure, but what if he changed his mind? You needed time and space to think. Preferably away from the sight and smell of him. It only served to confuse you. Get you thinking about forever, when this was only supposed to be something fun. 

You felt like you should leave. Maybe it was you being nervous or those manners your grandmother beat into your head. You didn’t necessarily want to leave Kevin, but you didn’t want to make him go through the whole song and dance of exchanging numbers just because you slept over. Then wait by the phone for a thousand years before you finally catch on that he asked for your number out of a sense of duty rather than any actual interest.

Been there, done that. To hell with your friends. If they felt awkward because they were booed up and you were not, that was strictly a “them” problem. You took slow, measured breaths as you extricated yourself from the tangle of Kevin’s sheets and the warmth of his body. It was like sleeping next to a damn furnace. 

You stuck one leg out of the bed and immediately snatched it back with a tiny yelp. It was freezing in his apartment! You looked back at Kevin to determine if your squeak woke him up. His cute face scrunched up but he returned to snoring. Your heart was hammering out of your chest. You felt like you were sneaking out after putting your hand in the cookie jar. 

You looked towards the ceiling and took a few more breaths to calm yourself down. You stuck your foot back out, freezing cold air raising goosebumps on your leg. 

You slid out of the bed and worried that Kevin would wake up and see your not so flexible acrobatics to get out of his huge bed. You already had to hop a little to climb out. You hopped from foot to foot as your feet touched the freezing ground. 

It was bad enough Chicago was one of the coldest places you’d ever been. The way he kept his apartment, you might as well be standing on the top of Mount Everest. Your hair was probably a mess. Your breath worse. You cupped your hand to your mouth to check. Not terrible but could be better.

You inwardly groaned as you hunted for your clothes. Last night’s game of undressing from room to room lit up in your mind’s eye. Rolling waves of heat rolled down your spine as you remembered the look in his eyes. You smirked as you found your panties finally and then your bra in the bathroom. 

You hunted through the apartment, gathering all of your things and your heels. You placed everything on the back of his couch so that you could get dressed in peace. No sooner had you stuck one leg through your undies, did a deep voice clear itself behind you.

You yelped, spinning around to see Kevin leaning into the doorway. His eyes were half mast, sleepy, and he looked adorable rubbing his eyes. He leaned on one arm, his hip dipped as he leaned against the frame. Naked as sin and twice as fucking hot with his dick soft against his thigh.

“No goodbye kiss?” He asked.

“You fucking scared me!” You screamed. Your heart was already in your damn throat from sneaking about. Getting caught by Kevin somehow felt worse. 

Kevin smirked at you. “Still waiting on that kiss,” he said. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked at him. You wanted to be the cool one here. The levelheaded one. No, your world was not rocked last night. No, you weren’t hearing wedding bells in your head already. 

Kevin crooked his finger, beckoning you closer. The deep, subconscious desire to be commanded immediately obeyed, walking closer to him before you knew what the hell you were doing. Kevin watched you walk closer, not moving until you were close in front of him. Naked as the day you were born. 

He used that same finger to lift your chin and look at him in the eyes. He stared for a moment, long enough to make you feel nervous. But all he did was look. “Do you want to go home? Did I scare you last night?” 

“What? N-No!” You stumbled over your words, emphatically shaking your head. Oh god. He couldn’t possibly think you were leaving because of him? You shook your head again. “No, no, I swear.” 

Kevin lifted an eyebrow. “Why are you running then?” He asked.

You scoffed. “I’m not running,” you said and rolled your eyes. You were a grown adult. You didn’t run from anything, least of all the likes of Kevin Atwater. 

Kevin playfully frowned and looked from you to the pile of clothes on his couch. When he looked back at you, you giggled and crossed your arms. “Maybe, I just wanted my dress off the floor.” 

Kevin looked at you. “Maybe I was burning up underneath all your damn body heat.” You laughed but quickly stopped when you noticed that Kevin wasn’t laughing with you. 

“I had a fantastic night last night. Did you?” He asked. 

You nodded. Fantastic wasn’t even the right word. What would be better? Amazing? Mind-blowing? Phenomenal? Hell, the word you needed hadn’t been invented yet. “Incredible,” you finally agreed. 

“So what are you really doing?” He asked. 

Claire didn’t mention that he was a damn mind reader. You looked at him and sighed. “I wanted to give you a smooth out, in case…” you shrugged. Fuck, this was hard. Why was this hard? “In case you changed your mind.” 

Kevin nodded. “I’m pretty sure I promised a few things I still wanted to do with you today. We just met yesterday, but I think we really have something here. If I’m wrong, let me know.” 

“You’re not wrong. I feel comfortable with you,” you said. Mushy ass feelings just wasn’t your jam. But you had to pull on your big girl pants and give it straight. “I get in my head sometimes. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to keep this going if all you wanted was booty last night.” 

“If all I wanted was some ass, I could get that day in and out. I want you. Do you want me?” He asked. 

No hesitation. You nodded. “Very much so.” You smiled and he smiled back. 

“Good. Is there anything you want to talk about last night? Anything you didn’t like?” He asked. He grabbed your hand with his and pulled you closer. You looked down at your entwined hands, loving the absolute pretty picture you two painted. The joining of two brown hands like branches of the same tree. 

Your eyes also clued in to the length of his dick, getting harder by the moment. You’d seen him fully erect, he wasn’t there yet. But it was damn close. “Honestly? No fucking notes at all.” You snickered as you remembered last night. God. It was like he reached into your head and read every single filthy thought that flittered across your mind. 

When was the last time you felt like that with your partner? Probably never. You never felt comfortable handing your pleasure to a man. They never fucking listened. You could be moaning, “don’t stop”, over and over and they took that as a clue to stop what they were doing. Or they began fingering you and got mad when you coached them on what you liked. The bar was truly in hell. 

Kevin smiled. “I always want your honesty. Anything you wish I did different?” He asked. His fingers slowly stroked the back of your hand, playing with your fingers. How could he make something so mundane be the hottest thing ever? 

With each glide of his thumbs on your skin, your legs tingled and your belly flipped. That inner sex demon stretched like a lazy cat inside of you. One touch. One look. You were down bad for Kevin Atwater. If he’d let you, this sexy ass man wouldn’t be able to breathe without you. 

You shook your head. “Remember when I said it was bad out here?” You asked.

Kevin nodded his head. “That was putting it mildly. I have enough horror stories to fill a library with the fucking audacity of men these days. I’m not saying you’re perfect, because I don’t want you to get a big head. But it’s truly, truly mind-boggling how no one has trapped you in a marriage or a baby. ‘Cause?” You fanned yourself for extra dramatics. 

Kevin laughed, a full throaty laugh that came from deep in his soul. You could listen to him laugh for the rest of your life and never get sick. 

“Ain’t nobody trap me ‘cause momma ain’t raise no fool,” he said. “But okay. I want to let you know that you are perfect.”

You pushed at his solid chest, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious. You bring out something in me. Something I’d like to explore more.” He licked his lips and looked at you up and down. 

He had to be doing this on purpose. Turning up his charm to a thousand and ten. You couldn’t take it. He was too fine. Too hot. Quite literally chiseled by the gods. He couldn’t be real and yet he was standing right in front of you, telling you that you were perfect. You pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. 

You nodded. “I’d like to explore it too.”

“So no running?” He asked.

You grinned. “I was not running!” Liar, liar. Kevin tilted his head. You rolled your eyes and fought a grin, not successfully. “No running.”

Kevin nodded his head. He seemed to change right before your eyes. Turning from easy, sleepy, and relaxed right back to the man who was in charge last night. He stood up straighter. No longer leaning against the door frame, he reminded you with a simple action that he was tall. And big. A man. 

Your breathing caught in your throat as your heart began beating faster. Your fingers tingled. He inspected you from head to foot, took in your stance, took in your nakedness. You should be nervous about him seeing you, but you were being truthful earlier. You really did feel comfortable with him. Like you’d known him far longer than just one day. 

He clasped his hands behind his back and raised his chin, looking down at you. His eyes looked half closed from this position and you knew to interpret this as a warning. “I’m glad you said that. Because now, we have to talk about how you denied me the pleasure of waking you up with my tongue,” he said. 

You rubbed your thighs together and swallowed painfully. Your mouth dropped open in a surprised smirk, tongue rubbing against one of your teeth. Damn. What the hell did you say to something like that? 

You thought you had been playing in the big leagues with your level of nasty. Kevin showed you in so many subtle ways that you were playing with weak ass men before. Men who thought they owned something if money was involved. Whether it’s gifts, dinner, or quality time. Kevin just naturally oozed a lot of that masculinity that made you so attracted to men in the first place. 

“I went to bed dreaming about what you’d taste like fresh in the morning. Of how you’d look when you woke up to an orgasm. That little bit of surprise,” Kevin said. He closed his eyes briefly and bit his bottom lip as if he were recalling the dream at the moment.

He stalked closer to you. Instinctively, you began to back away. He looked like a man on a mission. A deviousness played in his warm brown eyes as he looked at your body like he wanted to gnaw on you like a dog with a bone. 

He took a deep, deep breath and let it go in one long sigh. “The things I was finna do to you in that bed.” He shook his head like he mourned the lost moment. 

“I’m sorry! We can go lay back down?” You asked. You continued to back away from his advancing form. Both scared and horny, you mentally kicked yourself. If you weren’t careful, you could get sucked into the vortex of Kevin Atwater. You weren’t entirely sure that was a bad thing. 

Kevin shook his head. “Naw, don’t work like that. Bad girls get punished,” he said. A downright wicked gleam entered his eyes with that comment. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards the couch. He sat down with you in front of him, in between his legs. 

Out of the protection of his body, the cold air hit you once more in full force. It battled with the natural heat of your body, leaving you in a push and pull of dueling temperatures. Your nipples beaded from desire and from the cold air, practically poking out in invitation. 

“I wasn’t bad,” you pouted. Sure punishment sounded fun, but you wanted what he promised last night. 

“I was gonna run you a bath, get you all nice and soapy and wet and…” He let the thought drift away as he tugged you to kneel before him. The soft rug by his couch was padded enough that you didn’t think you’d get rug burn, depending on what he had planned. 

“And what?” You asked. Your pussy clenched. Fuck, that sounded amazing. Getting all soaped up with Kevin, washing each other down, playing in the water. You got a full tour of his apartment and knew that his shower was big enough for his ass. It would fit the both of you comfortably. You needed it. 

Kevin smirked and grabbed his dick, stroking himself as he looked at you. You leaned forward, licking your lips. He was fully erect now. Thick and veiny, long. You licked your lips again, wondering what he tasted like.

“Hands behind your back,” he said. His voice grew rougher as he tugged on his meat and adjusting himself on the couch. 

You obeyed, putting your hands behind your back and grabbing your forearms. Your eyes never left his dick. His big hand gripped himself way harder than what you were ever comfortable with. Precum leaked from his tip. He gathered some of it on his thumb and swirled it around his tip. 

You moaned softly, watching him, mesmerized. Your grip on your forearms slackened as you leaned in a little more, scooting in between his legs. 

“Stay right there. I got a feeling that you’d like if I spanked you. And I’m not rewarding your rabbit ass with too many orgasms,” he groaned. He sank into his couch, groaning, as he pleasured himself. 

Your eyes followed the glide of his hand. He still wore the bracelets around his wrist. The strings moved with the force of his hand. It was a hell of a way to hypnotize you. He could ask for the Krabby Patty secret formula and you’d find a way to fess up to it. 

“I’ll be good,” you said, still staring at the way he stroked himself. You’d never been more jealous of a fucking hand. 

Your essence dripped out of you, slow like honey. You were unbearably wet. You moved your hand, more than capable of taking care of yourself. Kevin growled. “Don’t move.” 

You stopped and whined, adjusting your arms back behind you. Kevin groaned and leaned his head back against the couch cushion. After a moment or two, he collected himself and looked back at you. “If you be good and take this punishment, I’ll make it worth it,” he promised.

“I don’t even know what the punishment is,” you whined. Fuck being an adult. You wanted to take a ride on his dick and he was fucking playing games. 

“I’m gonna paint that gorgeous face of yours,” he said. “You don’t behave, you don’t get this dick. Fair?” He asked.

“No,” you pouted, poking your lips out and everything. Maybe if you were cute enough, he’d lose his composure and fuck you silly. 

Kevin only moaned, hand moving a little faster from all the precum leaking out of him. “Keep whining, it turns me on,” he said and winked. 

You fought the smile. This was not amusing. This was torture. This was cruel and unusual punishment. This had to be illegal. 

You were incredibly horny, sitting somewhere between too cold and too warm. Your body was confused. But your mind was far from it. You watched him like he was the single greatest porn scene you’d ever watched. 

Kevin groaned. “I love the way you lookin’ at me,” he said. His voice was rougher, like he’d been running for a long time. He was out of breath, stroking himself nice and smooth. He had a patch of dark hair at the base of his dick. His dick smooth like velvet, hard as a brick. 

“I could do a lot better than just look,” you said. You hadn’t had a chance to show off your own moves. Too busy with getting caught up in the way Kevin took care of business. You leaned up on your knees, getting excited at the prospect of giving him the gawk gawk 3000. That had him rolling his eyes and singing your praises. The kind of slobbering that had you caught up a few times, with men who swore they were in love with you. 

Kevin chuckled. “I bet you could. You look like you wanna eat me,” he said. His hips jerked as he said it, practically fucking his hand at this point. He let out a low string of curses as he closed his eyes briefly. 

“You have no idea how badly I want your dick in my mouth,” you said.

“Yeah? Tell me how badly,” he said. 

“I wanna taste you. I want to see how far back in my throat you can go,” you said, unashamed of your words. You were mad tripping earlier. That same connection you felt last night only seemed to strengthen in this moment. 

Kevin groaned, bucking his hips against his hand like he truly was fucking. You could picture bouncing on his dick in time with his hips moving. Was it possible to cum from no stimulation at all? You felt like you could cum at this very moment. This may be punishment, but fuck if it wasn’t beautiful to watch. 

Kevin’s jaw began to slacken, eyes tightly closed. He was close. He groaned, the sound slithering down your spine. Your pussy throbbed. Clit swollen and weeping, crying out to be played with. To be touched. To relieve this fucking tension in your bones. 

“Can’t wait to feel that mouth on this dick. Wanna see you struggle to take me. Looking up at me with those sexy eyes. Fuck. Would you cry?” He asked. He seemed more like he was talking to himself. He worked himself up with that particular fantasy. He scooted forward on the couch, stroking his dick once and then twice before moaning as he squirted his hot cum all over your face.

It landed more so on your nose and cheek, dribbling onto your lips. “Lick that shit up,” Kevin said, voice deep and raspy. Deep enough to make you whimper. You licked your lips, licking up his cum and swallowing him down.

You moaned, finally getting to taste him. “Oh, my, god,” Kevin said, panting from the force of his climax. He collapsed onto his couch, breathing heavily. A beat passed and then two, before he turned back to you with a wink. 

He leaned forward, tugging you closer so that he could kiss you. You melted against him. He leaned back. “You did so fucking well for me,” he said. 

You whimpered. He helped you rise to your feet. Then brought you to the bathroom, where he rinsed off a washcloth and gently cleaned your face. He was not making it easy on you. In a minute, you were going to drop to your knees and propose to the man. He took such gentle care with you, cleaning your face softly. You watched his face. The absolute concentration. The little bit of tongue poking out between his lips. 

Done, he tugged your arms behind his back and kissed the absolute daylights out of you. Scorching. Hot. Enough to completely daze you as he brought the kiss to an end, lips still pressed together. He slowly withdrew, opening his eyes and looking up at you even though he was taller. 

“How about you run a bath while I get some breakfast going for us? You good with an omelet?” 

You nodded. “That sounds delicious,” you said. Your stomach rumbled, loudly, in the quiet bathroom. It was tastefully decorated in steel blue with complimentary towels. The rug underneath your feet was shaggy and comfortable, toes sinking into the fabric. You swayed a bit, suddenly so damn hungry you couldn’t think straight. 

Kevin kissed your cheek. “Forgive me, I’ve been a bad host,” he said. 

You smiled lazily at him. “You’ve been so amazing, I’m starting to think I’m having a really good dream or I’m in a really bad coma,” you said. 

Kevin chuckled. “Naw, baby. I’m real,” he said. He grabbed your chin and brought you closer for a sweet kiss, a light smacking of your lips on his. “I’ll come get you when the food is ready. There’s no rush.” 

Kevin left you with one final kiss, like he couldn’t help himself. Then, he grabbed a towel, wash cloth, and hand towel from a cabinet in the wall. You asked about grabbing your panties first, but Kevin shook his head.

“No underwear policy in this space,” he said. 

“Now sir,” you said and giggled. 

“You see me wearing one?” He asked. 

You looked down at his dick and licked your lips. Kevin grunted. “Don’t get hurt now.”

You giggled and shook your head. “I can’t walk around the apartment naked as hell. What about your windows?” You asked. 

Kevin made a face but then sighed. “Fine.” He walked out of the room without another word. You watched him cross the hall to his bedroom, opening his drawer, and pulling out a dark gray T-shirt. He returned to the bathroom and handed it to you. “No panties.” 

You accepted the shirt and smiled. “Thank you,” you said. “I’ll behave. That punishment was bullshit,” you said. You turned towards his tub, reaching over to turn on the water and plug it up. Kevin smacked your ass, hard, the slap echoing off of the tile. 

“Worked, didn’t it?” He asked. He waggled his eyebrows and then left you alone in his bathroom. You pinched yourself. You quietly squealed, running in place. You had to get the jitters out of your skin. 

No amount of pinching or screaming would convince you that this was real. That you were in this space, surrounded by this man that was a book boyfriend come to life. He said all the right things and did all the right things. Even when he was mean, he was still sweet and sexy. This connection between you was insane. Indescribable. How the hell would you even begin to try?

His tub was easy enough to work, the warm water filling up quickly. You raided his soap, looking for the one he used most often. He had a teakwood body wash that was almost gone so you helped yourself to it, wanting to smell like him. If this were a dream, then oh thee fuck well. You were never going to wake up from this. Never. 

You washed yourself up, sinking into the warm water and living through flashbacks of last night and a few moments ago. The water felt so good on your skin, easing up any aches and pains accrued over the night and from kneeling for so long. You were good and pruney, practically falling asleep, by the time Kevin knocked on the door.

“Okay to come in?” He asked. 

You sat up in the tub. “Yep!” You called out.

Kevin entered and leaned on the doorknob. He hummed in appreciation. “Giving me all kinds of ideas about that tub,” he said. 

“I aim to please,” you said and giggled. 

“Later, beautiful. Food’s up. If you need help drying off, just let me know,” he said. 

You laughed. “If you help me dry off, that food will get cold,” you said.

Kevin sighed but nodded with a small smile. “You right. Come on, gorgeous,” he said. 

The casual way that he dropped all of these terms of endearment only further solidified that you’d never find someone like Kevin. Out of the billions of people on the planet, you couldn’t find someone like him. Even if you were to clone him, Kevin was unique. Different. The total and complete package.

You’d have to find a way to abscond with Claire and marry her. Give her your first born. Something. How the hell had she been hiding all of this?! 

Kevin knocked on the door and then partially closed it, giving you enough privacy to get out of the tub and drain it. You dried off, smelling his sweet scent all over your skin. You hummed as you pulled on his shirt, amazed that it fit over your curves and rolls. Huh. How about that.

You’d never been able to experience the small pleasure of putting on your boyfriend’s clothes. It was always a smidge too small. And whoever you were with tried to make you feel better. As if it were their fault that their clothes weren’t bigger for you. It didn’t crush you, not really, but secretly you always wanted to. You liked the inherent pleasure in it. Like you were staking your claim with one piece of clothing. 

Kevin was big enough that the arms of his shirt hung loose. The shirt came down to the middle of your thighs, looking like a dress that was almost too short. Too indecent if you were to wear something like this in public with no shorts or leggings underneath. If you bent over, he’d get a good view of your pussy. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, the smirk that never left your lips. Your hair was a little wild, but that was okay. You smoothed it down. You looked like you’d been fucked. And fucked good. You grinned to yourself and finally left the bathroom.

The kitchen smelled amazing. It was still warm from what he cooked. He sat on the couch with a plate in his hand. He had an area to sit in the kitchen, but he patted the couch next to him. Your thighs tingled remembering what he did earlier. 

Your dress was draped across the accompanying recliner, laid out to smooth out the wrinkles that appeared because it had been bunched up all night. Your heels were on the floor and your purse was underneath the dress. 

Strangely, you felt no immediate need to grab your phone. Fuck the world. You were having fun in your little bubble. Kevin handed you a plate as you sat down. It looked good enough to be in a food magazine. Oh and the taste.

You moaned, fork scraping against the plate as you dug for another piece and another one. The egg was fluffy, flavorful, filled with little pieces of ham, cheese, and tomato. You looked at Kevin, licking your fork clean. When you released it, you smacked your lips. 

“Okay, this is really unfair. You look like that and cook like this? Fuck,” you said and shook your head.

Kevin laughed. “Couldn’t let my siblings grow up on mediocre ass food. I can throw down a little,” he said, being modest and ducking his head as he dug into a bigger version of your omelet. 

As you ate, you swapped family horror stories, both cracking up and nearly choking on food. Kevin ended up turning up the heater for your sake. You spent the late afternoon watching movies and pigging out on the couch. You found movies that you’d both seen so it wasn’t a big deal if you missed some of the movie by talking. 

And oh, did you talk about everything under the sun. Conversation flowed freely. The laughs were quick and loud. Sunlight filtered through his blinds, flecks of dust swirling in the beam. Your foot swung back and forth off of the couch before Kevin grabbed your foot and started to massage the heel. 

You moaned, resting your head against the back of the couch. You smiled at him, eyes drifting close as he found a particular ache in the arch. A soft sigh escaped you as you moaned with pleasure. His hands were perfect. Absolutely perfect. Immediately zeroing in on your most sensitive spots.

“Oh, that is so unfair,” you moaned. 

“What is?” Kevin looked from the TV to your face. You studied his half side profile. The line of his jaw. The peek of his lips surrounded by a neat, full beard. The way his hair twisted. The kind glow of his eyes. You were simply obsessed. 

“You’ve been doing nothing but making me feel good for the past day and some change,” you said. 

“I’d like to do it for longer than that,” he said. He gave you a rare, shy smile. “Too soon?” 

You shook your head. You moaned around him digging his thumb in. You brought your arm up to rest against your cheek. “It doesn’t scare me.”

“Good. I don’t ever want to scare you,” he said. 

You spent a few moments staring into each other’s eyes. His eyes reminded you of sitting outside a log cabin, crackling fire in front of you, bundled in sweaters and scarves. He was so warm. From the inside out. It made you feel lucky to be in his orbit. 

“You can’t ever scare me, I think. Is that weird?” You asked. 

“Naw, that’s not weird. But you can always tell me if I do,” he said. 

Kevin moved his hand, rubbing the top of your foot. His fingers brushed your toes and you yanked your foot back with a squeak. You could barely tolerate someone touching your feet. But touching your toes was out of the question.

Kevin gave you a funny look, reaching for your toes intentionally. You yanked your foot back, tucking it underneath you. You fought a laugh, fought the unbearable awkward sensation.

“You ticklish?” He asked. 

“No,” you said and shook your head.

Kevin’s face dropped in realization as he began to find other places you were ticklish. You squealed with laughter. There was something terrible and wonderful about being tickled. Your body didn’t like it but your brain recognized it as pleasurable. It was a weird headspace to be and you fought with all of your might against Kevin. 

He stopped once you were hysterically screaming for him to stop, laughing so hard that you were out of breath. Kevin held up his hands, laughing with you. “My bad, my bad. I ain’t know,” he said, still chuckling at your wheezing.

You eventually calmed down, sobering up while looking at him. “You are amazing,” you said. 

“And you are perfect,” he said. He leaned forward on the couch, covering your body with his. His powerful arms were on either side of you. He did one half push up and began kissing you. His lips smacked over yours, light little hums escaping him as if he were tasting something delicious. 

Your body lit up, warming from the inside out as you felt all of him imposing on top of you. He kept most of his weight off of you, but you wished he’d drop down so you could treat him like your personal weighted blanket. 

You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling his smooth, wondrous skin beneath your fingers. He smelled heavenly. 

Kevin moaned. “You smell just like me,” he said. He moaned against your lips, kissing down your jaw and across your neck. Liquid heat followed where his tongue licked against your skin. “This was a turn on I didn’t know I had.”

Your giggles ended on a moan as he licked across your rapid thumping vein. The space between your thighs warmed up, turning into an inferno all its own. Kevin slid his knee between your legs, spreading you open for him. He hummed, staring at you all smug and shit. The light hairs on his thighs rubbed in the most delicious way. 

Your eyes fluttered, hands reaching out to push at his chest. Kevin used his imposing frame to lean down, putting pressure against your weak hand. Your hand dropped and Kevin smirked.

He knee was joined with one of his hands, gathering up your slick and juices, coating his fingers. He brought it to his lips, sucking on his fingers while he  stared into your eyes. You stared back, watching him gather up as much as he could. 

He moved down the length of your body, kissing in places and biting in others. Your sighs were choppy and quick, not allowing you to draw in a full breath. Kevin nosed through your wet folds, rubbing his nose in your pussy and humming to himself. His fingers dug into your thick, meaty thighs.

“Gahh damn, beautiful. You fuckin’ soaked,” he moaned. He lifted his head, dragging his tongue along the slit of your pussy. You whimpered, legs dropping open further so that he had enough room. Kevin adjusted himself on the couch and then used his tongue to push between, finding your clit with a precise lick.

“Oh, shit!” You cried out. Your nails raked across his back, digging in for purchase as he licked around your overly sensitive clit. His tongue flicked, dragging back and forth and made you speak in tongues. Your hands flew to his neck, pulling, pushing him down harder against your clit.

You gyrated your hips, fucking into his mouth. He moaned around you gushing around his mouth. The orgasm snuck up on you, too swift like a sniper. You moaned and cried against Kevin’s tongue, unrelenting, sucking harder.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you cried, panicked cries echoing in the room. The TV played in the background, some random ass movie or show. You weren’t sure which. The afternoon light was gone, replaced with the warming embrace of night. 

You felt this orgasm start in the base of your spine, shooting forward, racing towards the forefront as you came undone from Kevin’s tongue. “Oh, shit. Kevin, Kevin, I’m–” Words got caught in your throat as you came and came, a rolling sort of pleasure that was nearing painful. 

You coughed and then gasped, pulling in lungfuls of air. You felt like your heart restarted or you blacked out for a moment. 

Kevin moaned, looking up at you with your essence dripping from his beard. He kissed up your body, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your belly and chest. He moved himself forward, mouth latching onto your nipple. You cried, the nipple sensitive as hell. 

Each pull of his tongue made your pussy clench. You had no moans to give and yet your moans escaped nonetheless. Your hands roamed over Kevin’s body. He grabbed your wrists and pinned it to the bed beside you, fingers squeezing and making you feel bound. 

You moaned as Kevin released your nipple and then moved on to the next. He gave that one the same care and attention, pulling and tugging, and making you move your hips, feeling empty as hell. 

You couldn’t think straight. You were too blissed out on feeling good. All you knew was his hands on your skin, his lips around your nipples, his deep rumbling moans vibrating against you. All you knew was that there was no past, no future, no present that did not include Kevin Atwater. 

Kevin moved up your body again, kissing along your chest until he licked a trail up your neck. He moaned, moving into position between your legs. You grew a little nervous. Even with all this foreplay, you weren’t sure he would fit again. Last night had to be a fluke. 

“Eyes on me,” he commanded. 

You dragged your eyes up to meet his. He smirked, kissing you and driving random thoughts from your mind. He lined himself up, dragging your legs higher on his hips. He leisurely slid inside of you, like he had all the time in the world.

He paused every so often, letting you adjust to his size and length. He sank deeper and deeper, stretching you to your absolute fullest. 

“Oh fuck, Kev, you’re so big,” you groaned. 

“Made for me,” he said. He kissed your cheek as he began to pull out and then pull back in. 

You practically growled in his ear as his tip brushed up against your cervix. He was so deep, filling up an essential part of you. You no longer felt empty. You felt so completely full that tears sprang to your eyes.

Your pussy clenched around his dick. Your loud squelching sounded painful, even to you. He groaned as you squeezed his dick, sliding out so slowly it felt like torture, before pushing back in. 

Your orgasm was vicious, wild, and crazy. Burrowing through your veins and spreading throughout your entire system. Useless drabble fell from your lips. If you were trying to say something, then you had no clue what. You doubted he was any wiser. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. Feel so fuckin’ good. You were made for this dick,” he moaned. 

“Fill me up, Kevin. Please fill me up,” you begged. 

Kevin’s strokes increased, pounding into you, ramming inside of you. Your ass slapped on his thighs. His balls slapped against your ass. Kevin gripped your ankles, pushing your legs against your chest and closer together.

He felt even bigger, sliding against your innermost walls and wrecking your shit. You pushed against his chest, tried to scratch at his hands around your ankles. “Please, baby, please, please,” you moaned. 

“Doing so good for me baby. Go ahead and let that shit go. I got you. I’m right here,” he said. He whispered against your skin, leaning against your legs that were leaning against your chest.

He made it slightly harder to breathe, fighting for every rasp and gasp. God, you were feeling incredible. Out of your skin. Like your consciousness mixed into the universe and poured into a galaxy. “I–” You couldn’t even get the sentence out before you were cumming once more, eyes rolling back into your head.

“There it is,” he moaned. “There it is. Don’t that feel better? Don’t I take care of you?” He asked.

He stroked once more before stilling, moaning, and spurting hot loads of cum inside of you. He bathed your insides, stuffing you completely with his seed. 

“Ohhhh, ohhh shit.

“Ohh shit. 

“Shit. 

“Shit,” Kevin groaned, eyes closed, jaw slackened. He pulled out, wet gurgling following behind, before he slammed in. He repeated the action a few times. You groaned.

God, no more. No more. You didn’t have another one in you. You simply didn’t. Kevin collapsed on top of you, taking deep breaths and pressing into your skin. He rolled off of you, sliding out. He looked between your legs, pulling your legs apart to watch himself leak out. He hummed in appreciation and then got to his feet and padded away to the bathroom.

He returned with a warm washcloth and gently wiped up between your legs. He closed the cloth and then used the clean side to clean up lingering sweat. Done, he got rid of the cloth and then helped you to your feet.

You were too weak, too fucked out to hold yourself up. Kevin chuckled and swooped you into his arms without a grunt. He deposited you in the bathroom so that you could clean yourself up further. Then, he picked you up and put you on his bed and tucked you under the covers.  

“Yo ass better be in this bed in the morning,” he said. He kissed you on the lips and then joined you in bed. Even though he turned up the heater, you didn’t know true warmth under his scorching chest met your frozen back. You moaned and snuggled further into his body.

“A nigga like to cuddle in the morning,” he said. He buried his face in your neck and kissed the back of your ear.

“Mhm, yes, sir,” you sleepily mumbled before passing off into dreamland.

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Monday Morning Blues

Beeeep-beeeeep-beeeeep. 

Scowling, Kevin rolled over to turn his alarm off but it wasn’t his noisemaker that was disturbing his peace, it was Ava’s. Ducking back into the covers he hated to see her stirring. Ava having to go to work on a blustery Monday when she could be snuggled down in the bed with him on his day off was criminal. Slapping her hand down on the offending alarm clock to turn it off, she immediately pulled the comforter back over her head, with a sigh. Kevin tucked himself back under the covers up to his neck, rolling into her back.

Peeling the thick blanket down a bit, he distributed kisses to the side of her head. "Good morning." 

“Noooooo,” she groaned. 

Kevin curled around her, giving her a squeeze. “You should call in.” 

“Mmmm. Don’t start.” 

They lay like that for a minute then dragging herself up into a sitting position, she rubbed her face to wake up, fussing under her breath, “These people got me up in the damn dark like I work on a farm.” 

Kevin’s deep chuckle behind her helped lift her spirits a little, but not much. Slipping out of bed, she headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind her. After a few minutes, he tapped on the door, peeking in to see her brushing her teeth. She gave him a sad smile in the mirror as he joined her, turning on his electric toothbrush. She watched him do his thing in the mirror, pleased he was still bare-chested and in his briefs. Just as he finished, he heard his phone going off somewhere in the room. He gave Ava one more soft smile before leaving her to her shower. 

Knowing he was awake but not busy getting ready for work too, made her shower feel lonely. Once she got out, she could hear him in the kitchen talking on the phone to his sister in Texas as she lotioned up and the smell of coffee began to permeate the room. 

Kevin held up his cup to her as he reentered the bedroom, now washed in dim morning light. “Breakfast?”

“No,” she said, dropping her robe and standing at the closet deciding what to wear in her underwear. Picking out a pair of black jeans, and long sleeve olive shirt and a calf-length black cardigan, she continued.  “They promised to feed us as payment for setting this meeting so damn early. We honestly could have done this after Alderman Quincey got back from vacation but noooo.”

Ava wasn’t fussy often, so Kevin sat on the side of the bed and set his mug down. “Put that down and come here.” 

Ava looked over her shoulder at him and he raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side with a look she never questioned. He spread his feet some to make room for her and his chest jumped in a silent chuckle as she drug her feet, pouty as ever, over to stand between his legs. Looking up at her, Kevin slid his hands over the backs of her thighs before reaching up and tugging one of the ties on her headscarf. 

Knowing what he wanted, Ava sighed again and tugged off her net, shaking her head to let her hair gently fan out from her wrap and flop where it may. 

“There she is,” Kevin smiled softly, reaching up to flick it back over her shoulder. “Now we gon’ try this again. G’mornin’, baby.” 

“Morning,” she pouted. 

Kevin buried his laugh into her tummy, kissing the expanse of sweetly scented brown skin on display in front of him. Not finding a smile on her face when he looked back up again, he gave her thighs a squeeze. 

“Come on now. What’s that face for?” 

She let a frown crease her forehead, “I wanna stay home…with you,” 

“That so?”

“Yeah.” Ava stroked his shoulders coming around to cup his face and rub her thumbs over his beard.  

“Look baby girl, I cain’t have you walking outta here with that sad face on. Fools on these streets gonna think I’m not doing my job at home. ” He tugged her closer raising his eyebrows, waiting until a smile started to play at the corners of her mouth. “And we both know I’m doing my job, don’t we.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Mmmm…then c’mere. Let’s fix that face.” 

Ava climbed up with a knee on each side of him and he took her wrists in his large hands, rubbing his thumbs over her soft skin. “Look at me.” 

Lifting her arms, he maintained eye contact while he pressed a pathway of warm kisses from her palm to her elbow on one arm. As he lifted the other, she held her breath. With now open-mouthed hot suckling kisses up the inside of her arm, he seemed determined to make her forget the freezing Chicago air outside by heating her up from within. Finished, he pulled her into him, drawning her into an intentionally sultry hug. With his face buried in her neck, he squeezed her off and on, feeling her relax into his hold. He swept away her tension with skillful long strokes up and down her back, across the back of her neck and up into her hair until a sigh slipped past her lips. 

“There’s my girl,” he rumbled into the soft skin of her jaw.

Trailing his way up to her lips, he continued to alter her mood with a slow, explorative kiss as his long arms wrapped around her again. Methodically, Kevin cured her blues with deep tongue strokes and gentle sucks on her bottom lip, tracing intricate patterns on her hips with his fingertips. With practiced bites, he teased her nipples through her bra until the last thing on her mind was the inconvenient early hour. Leaning back, he felt a moment of satisfaction at seeing her dark eyes no longer troubled but glazed over.  Letting go of his own restraint he gripped the back of her neck and kissed her breathless, cupping her behind to rock her forward against his thickening hardness. Ava scooted in as close as humanly possible wanting more - more friction, more warmth, more of him. 

Holding tight around her waist with one arm, Kevin raised up yanking his briefs down his hips some to free his erection while Ava found a mouth-watering spot on his neck to nip and suck. Working his hand down the front of her panties, he was pleased to find her slick and swollen. He moved his hand slightly, coaxing more liquid heat from her with minute motions up and down her slit. Bringing her entire focus to the valley between her legs he held still, making her respond to get more - making her work for it. His dick throbbed feeling her drag over his fingers and palm, moving the way she wanted. Abandoned to herself, she moaned into the air while he watched mesmerized by her face and body seeking pleasure from him. 

“Yeah,” he murmured, encouraging her on. “Get yours, baby.” 

Her hips rocked and circled faster while she gripped his shoulder and the back of his head with her eyes squeezed shut tight. Pulling back a bit, he yanked her bra cup down, loving the way she spilled out, every movement she made caused a rippling jiggle of temptation. Opening his mouth wide, he took in her whole areola rhythmically sucking to her gasps and moans that increased in volume with every clench of her hand on his head.

“Oooooooh,” she moaned. “Baaaaabyyyyy.”

“Let it go,” he breathed between sharp bites on her nipple. “Let it go.” 

As she rocked on him, so close to release, he could feel her opening clenching and reaching for him. He was dying to relieve that ache within her - for her and himself. Frustrated he latched back onto her breast, working his tongue over the hardened peak, knowing what the long gasp she sucked in meant. Here we go. 

Her body jerked as she cursed. A shrill sound escaped her with every convulsion and selfishly he pressed his hand against her harder for more of it. Offering no reprieve, he pulled the narrow strip of her panties aside. Gripping her ass tight, he lifted her and she took her cue from him, reaching down between them to help guide him in. Feeling her fluttering divide catch his tip, he drew her down with a grimace, as he fought not to lose it on the first few strokes. 

“Damn, baby,” he groaned as she settled down, adjusting her position, throbbing cruelly around his sensitivity. 

Kevin was indeed a king and her body was his kingdom but right now his lap was her throne. Waves of pleasure rendered him mute. Dropping his head back, he clung to her to keep her fused to his chest. Heat settled on his skin as she rose and fell, winding and twisting her pelvis. Her hips jerking forward and back, were pulling a streak of profanity from him in a smooth baritone that sent shivers up her back. Needing even more connection Ava held his head firmly, stealing the last of his breath from his lungs with a kiss that made Kevin gave up the fight. Falling back on the bed he held her hips steady and pumped up into her hard and fast. Ava quickly lifted up and locked her arms, taking every ramming thrust he gave using fistfuls of their comforter for counterbalance, biting her lip to contain the sporadic cries he forced out of her. Putting one foot up on the bed for more power, he dug in his heel increased his speed. Within seconds her arms buckled as her orgasm overtook her and she flopped down on his chest, lost in sweet spasms. Kevin didn't so much as slow down, lifting his ass off the bed for his last rutting thrusts to be in sync with her vibrating helpless cries.

Ava’s core was milking his length, causing Kevin’s eyes to slam shut. He tucked his lips in, feeling every muscle in his legs and core tighten with each delicious stroke. The ever-tightening coil in his abdomen gave him a zero warning before it finally snapped. His spine arched and dipped as ejections of hot cum shot from him, each one accompanied by a low, choked-out growl he let out between clenched teeth. Holding Ava tight, they rode out the rest of their torturous completion until the quivers subsided and their breathing began to return to normal.

Pressing several lush kisses on her lips, Kevin rolled them slightly and Ava purred out a soft sound at their disconnection. On rubbery legs, she went to the bathroom for a quick clean-up and came back with a warm wet cloth for him. Love drunk and happy they shared a few teasing looks while he sat on the end of the bed watching her rush to get dressed. 

As she buttoned up her coat at the front door, he opened the door for her and wrapped her scarf around her neck, drawing her up to drop one last lengthy kiss on her lips. When her eyes fluttered open, he was stroking her cheek and wearing a ridiculously cocky smile. 

“What?” she grinned, knowing full well what his expression was about. 

With eyebrows raised, his eyes sparkled and he wet his lips, “That look right there? That’s the look I want the streets to see.” With heat rushing to her face, she huffed and cut her eyes at him, grabbing her bag. With a wink, he added, “Lookin’ like a satisfied woman, baby girl.” 

Still cheesin’ Ava smacked his chest and hit the hallway. Knowing he was watching, she put a little extra swing in her hips.

“Mmm-hm!” He catcalled after her. “Let em see it!”

Mortified, she shushed him for their sleeping neighbors’ sake then burst into giggles, waggling her fingers in goodbye over her shoulder. 

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“Loud and Wrong”

Characters: Kevin Atwater x Black!Reader.

Summary: Kevin and wifey have a minor disagreement.

Warnings: Fluff and a dash of spicy talk.

Word Count: 2,000+.

A/N: Well, lovelies. I've been having sleepless nights lately. Dealing with some ish. Life be life-inggg and it's keepin' my ass up at night *le sigh*. Tired of my mind racing. So to cut off intrusive thoughts I gave it a go and worked on some of my WIPS. My head quieted down enough for me to finish one. I've got some other things I've been working on as well. Fingers crossed I can finish some other works🤞🏾. This isn't heavily edited, but I hope you still enjoy it my loves🫶🏾. Here's to hoping I haven't lost my spark as a writer 😩😆🤷🏾‍♀️.

“The disrespect in this household is at an all-time high. Just going to sit there and eat in my face like that.”

Your husband called you earlier as he was leaving the precinct. He informed you that Halstead, Ruzek, and Voight wanted to watch the game tonight. Kevin called to see if it’d be okay for them to watch it at the house. Once he had confirmation that it was cool with you, he mentioned they’d be stopping for food. He offered to pick you up something as well, but you declined. You weren’t feeling well, so you didn’t have a taste for anything. Kevin asked if you were sure. After confirming, the call ended with “I love you.” Going against his better judgment, he found himself in the hot seat.

“What are you talking about, baby? How did I disrespect you?” Kevin’s senses prickled, and he braced himself for a lecture.

“So, you didn’t bring me any food? Give me some of your wings, babe,” you plead.

Not thinking it through, he let his temper get the best of him. Kevin fussed, “Did you, or did you not say you weren’t hungry? No, baby, you do this every time. You should’ve told me to get you some food. Why do you do that?”

Your eyebrows raised, “Am I not allowed to change my mind?”

“Don’t answer that,” Adam fake coughed, “loaded question.”

Ignoring his best friend, you smirked as Voight’s hand met the back of Ruzek’s head, and he whispered an apology.

“I’m not even that hungry. I just want a couple of wings and some fries.”

“Which means you want all my flats and the crispy fries. That’s the best part of the meal. If you changed your mind, there was plenty of time to call me back and ask for something. Why not do that? Am I right, or am I missing something here,” he directed the last question at the guys. They had been sitting in uncomfortable silence, trying to remain neutral. Neither Ruzek nor Halstead wanted any part of the exchange.

“Kev, give that beautiful woman some food. Always keep your wife happy,” Voight replied.

“I’m not in it, Bro,” Jay replied, while Adam held his hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.

“You should listen to Voight. Besides, I did text you.”

“No, you didn't. I had my phone on me the entire time, love.”

“Oh, so now I’m a liar? Okay, bet,” you responded, tone clipped. You sat beside Kevin with your arms crossed, giving him the silent treatment.

It had only been a few minutes when it started driving him crazy. “Here, ma. Just take some. I guess I can order some more food.”

“I’m good. Liars don’t get rewarded. Right?”

“Man, whatever,” he responded, kissing his teeth as he shook his head. “I’ll gladly enjoy my food.”

His phone signaled a text from Halstead. The men made eye contact as Jay’s facial expression signaled for Kevin to read it.

“Bro, are you crazy? Don’t argue with a pregnant woman. She’s growing your child. The least you could do is just go with it, even if she’s acting a little dramatic. It’s not her, it’s the hormones, brother 😏.”

Kevin sighed, knowing Jay was right. Not even bothering to respond, he backed out of the message. His movements halted as he noticed an unread message. Turns out you had texted him an order.

Feeling like a jerk, he locked his phone, sliding it back into his pocket. Not saying a word, he grabbed his to-go box, gently placing it in yours. His lips left a juicy kiss on your cheek, trailing up to the left temple before he spoke, “You're right, baby. I should’ve ordered extra food, just in case. Eat this, and I’ll just order some more.”

“Mm, am I right? Or did you finally see my text message? Jackass.”

He couldn’t even be mad because you were right. The doorbell sounded, leaving a confused look on your husband's face. Dumping the box back onto his lap, you turned to Voight.

“Could you help me up? Please,” you asked, voice soft and angelic.

Kevin quickly placed his food on the coffee table. “Stop playing, mama. I can get the door.” You rolled your eyes, “I’ll get it,” you snapped. Kevin stood there tilting his head to the side, burning with attitude. Voight inserted himself, “You two play nice and put this to rest. I’ll get the door.”

“Nonsense, you’re our guest,” you responded, but Voight was already up, halfway to the door.

Hank was only gone a few minutes. He returned to the family room, smiling and chuckling to himself. “Mrs. Atwater. I never want to be on your bad side. Kevin–Bro. I don't know how you'll pull yourself out of this one.”

Kevin looked at Voight quizzically. He watched as his boss laid a fatherly kiss on his wife's temple. It fully registered for him as he witnessed the man hand her an Uber Eats bag. The same logo they had all gotten their dinner from was written in big, bold letters on the receipt attached. The two of you glared at one another as you dug in and devoured a handful of fries.

The room erupted in laughter as Kevin rolled his eyes. Unlike the other men in the room, he found nothing funny.

“When did you order food?”

“The minute you called me a liar.”

Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose.

I love the hell out of this woman, but she gon’ drive me crazy.

“You cannot be serious. Let's not pretend you didn't know I’d give in and share my food. Why must you be so damn petty, woman?”

“Just hush. It’s over. Sit down, eat your food, and enjoy the game. I know I will,” you responded with a devious smirk.

Kevin groaned in irritation as he reclaimed the spot next to you. You felt his pillowy, soft lips press against your cheek, moving to that spot behind your ear. He smiled at the shiver his actions pulled from you. Fighting back a grin, you playfully rolled your eyes. With a mouthful of chicken, you responded, “Still not forgiven. You'll have to do more groveling than that, boo.”

He leaned close, whispering in your ear, “That's cute. Trust me, love. I have my ways. Daddy knows how to make it up to you. Wait until I get you alone.”

“Bro! We can hear you,” Adam complained.

“I’m beginning to wonder how this isn’t your second or third baby, Kev,” Voight teased.

Hank joked as the other two sat there, blushing like crazy. Covering your face, you awkwardly laughed with embarrassment.

“I’d get up and leave you to fend for yourself, but I can’t exactly make a run for it these days,” you ribbed Kevin.

As you were about to shrink into yourself sheepishly, the doorbell went off, and you left Kevin to deal with taunts and teases from his work family. With a firm grasp of his forearm and shoulder, you lifted off the couch. Looks of admiration rained upon you as each man watched the cute waddle you made toward the entrance.

Damn near breathless from the short distance, you took a moment to catch your breath. “Baby? Are you good?” You waved him off, telling him to calm down, and pulled open the door. Burgess and Upton’s eyes shone with excitement as they started to make a fuss over your growing baby bump. You chuckled as they questioned why you’d been the one to answer. The minute the three of you entered the living room, Burgess crossed the room, bopping Adam and Kevin upside the head as Upton chastised Halstead and Voight.

“Ladies, please. Don’t be too hard on the fellas. They all offered, but I refused,” you waved your hands. “You guys know I’m stubborn.

“As hell,” Kevin interjected.

“You want static with me so bad,” you sassed.

Kevin threw his hands up in surrender and bit his lip, slightly turned on by your attitude. Behind that sexy smirk was playfulness and something else you couldn’t quite figure out. Adam cleared his throat, “Ladies, not to be disrespectful, but can you stop giving us a hard time? We promise to behave if you just let us watch the game.”

Kim rolled her eyes, mumbling, “You’re making it very hard to like you right now. The couch is calling your name.”

Before Adam could dig himself into a deeper hole, you directed the women toward the kitchen where your peace and sanctuary awaited you.

“I’ll take this,” you said, snatching your wings from Kevin’s grasp. “I’m not sharing either,” you mocked. He nodded his head, sucking his bottom lip in. “Alright, ma. Keep it up. I’m keeping a tally.” You chuckled, turning to head further into the kitchen. You had to have the last word.

“When will you stop with these hollow, empty threats, dear sweet husband?”

Kevin’s head pushed back into the couch cushion behind him as he watched you walk away. He groaned to himself, or so he thought.

“Leave that poor woman alone, bro,” Adam joked.

“I can’t help it. That woman knows how to keep me on my toes, and I live for it.”

Every man in the living room had been hyper-focused on the game except for the man of the house. The sassiness you had given him earlier had heat simmering inside him. Your attitude always sparked a desire in him. His hands vibrated with a need to grab a handful of you. Kevin wanted nothing more than to have a moment alone with you.

Pulling himself from his lustful thoughts, he cleared his throat, “I’m going to go grab another beer. Anybody want one?”

The crew nodded “yes” in unison, eyes still fixated on the television screen. Kevin leaned against the kitchen archway, listening to the animated conversation among the women. You could feel his eyes on you, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips.

“Is there something that you need, Mr. Atwater,” you questioned with a playful edge.

Your eyes connected with his before slowly trailing down to his bottom lip, tucked between his teeth. Hidden behind the lip bite was a sinful smirk that screamed trouble. Kim and Hailey’s stares bounced between the two of you. Clearing her throat, Kim stuttered, “You know think I hear Adam calling? Hailey, you want to join me? We’ll meet you two in the living room, yeah,” she questioned, both women not giving you time to respond.

“Traitorous heifers,” you mumbled under your breath.

You stood behind the kitchen island, arms crossed, watching Kevin make slow, calculated strides toward you. He stepped behind you, gently grabbing your waist and turning you to face him. The giant man towered over you, licking his soft, plump lips. The action alone caused you to bite back a moan. He bent lower as his mouth ghosted over your own.

“You still mad at me, baby?”

“Mad? No. Irritated, yes,” you finished, neck rolling a bit.

Kevin chuckled lightly, and in a flash, he grasped your hips, lifting you and depositing you onto the counter. Standing between your parted thighs, he leaned in and trailed his lips from your chest to the side of your neck. It slipped your mind that the house wasn’t empty, and a moan escaped your lips.

“Shhh, mamas. Don’t forget we have company.”

“Then let me down,” you gasped as his lips gently suckled your flesh.

“Not a chance in hell. Got you right where I want you now.”

“K-Kevin, seriously. You're getting me all wound up. The baby finally settled and stopped kicking me every five minutes. Don't get her started up again. Down. I want too get down,” you whined like a toddler.

“Tell me you're no longer irritated. I don't want to beef with you anymore, love. If you promise we’re good, I'll let you down,” he smirked.

“You're so irritating,” you responded playfully, rolling your eyes. “Fine, we're good!”

His hand cupped your chin as he pecked your lips continuously. It sent you into a fit of giggles. Your hand daringly wrapped around his throat to the best of its ability. Kevin groaned, pulling his plump lip between his teeth.

“I know that look. What you tryna do with a house full of guests, Mr. Atwater?”

Before your husband could reply, Voight’s voice boomed from the living room, “You two aren't as discreet as you believe yourselves to be. Atwater, halftime is over. Leave that sweet woman alone.”

“Yes sir!”

His lips landed a kiss on your forehead as he promised, “I'm taking your fine ass on a date tomorrow night.”

Kevin swept you off the counter, helping you find your footing as your swollen feet met the hardwood floors. He leaned in giving you one last sensual kiss, promising to ravish you once the two of you were alone.

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Fall Into You

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Slight power imbalance, Kevin is a landlord and reader is the tenant. No sexual favors being exchanged.

Summary: Hoping to beat the storm, Kevin comes over to fix your sink. However, the power goes out and you get to know your new landlord a little better.

Word Count: 7,402k

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A/N: Hello, my loves. This has been on my brain for a while and a special gift for @babybratzmaraj. I guess I should stop apologizing for writing so much, the story gon' need what it needs. ONE SHOT. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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The doorbell tore you from your thoughts as you looked out of your window. The TV stated that the storm was only getting started. Only getting started…

You inwardly groaned and fixed your glasses, heading to your door and checking the peephole. Kevin Atwater stood on the other side and your heart fluttered just seeing him. You stepped back, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

“Kevin! Thank you! You didn’t have to come today. This storm looks nasty,” you said. 

Kevin smiled and shook his head. He wore a black puffer jacket zipped up and carried a small toolbox. “No problem, I promise. Chicago’s seen worse and you need a working sink,” he said. 

You stepped back and let him inside, hoping that your glasses didn’t fog up from the sheer sexiness that entered your apartment. 

“Huh, you decorated since last time,” he said.

You looked around at the cozy space. The walls were standard, plain cream, but you made sure to dress it up with paintings in soothing blue and ocean pieces that reminded you of your hometown. The boxes had been cleared away since the last time Kevin was over to fix your bedroom door.

“Yeah, had to make it look like I actually live here,” you said with a giggle. 

Kevin laughed with you. He placed the toolbox on your small, round kitchen table and took off his jacket. You busied yourself with tidying up your clean apartment. You picked up the bowl of fruit just to…put it right back down on the sink. 

You had to look anywhere but at the deep burgundy button up he wore. Or the peek of a black tank underneath. His bulging arms or the way his hips sloped just so. You had to look away so that he wouldn’t see the neon “horny” sign on your forehead.

You could not crush on your landlord. It was several kinds of wrong. But how could you not? He was so tall, charming, funny, and sweet. His juicy pink lips have been the star of multiple fantasies lately. 

“...help you with that,” Kevin was saying.

“Huh? Sorry…” you said and gave him a sheepish smile. Your mind tended to go on little vacations. Especially where Kevin Atwater was concerned. 

He smiled at you and began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “I said what did you do with the boxes? I told you I could help you with that,” he said.

You waved him off and dropped down into a nearby kitchen chair. “You already do so much for me, Kevin. I really should be paying you,” you said. 

“Rent’s just fine with me. I told you to call me for whatever you need,” he said. His eyes lingered on you a second too long before he licked his lips and started rummaging around in his toolbox. 

You were incapable of thinking anything but dirty thoughts when he spoke. Whether he meant it that way or not. He brought the toolbox closer to your sink. He flipped the faucet and the pipes groaned. A loud, groaning sound as if there were ghosts dancing in the pipes. 

He flipped it back off and gave you a look. “You ain’t tell me it was making that kind of a noise,” he said.

“I told you it was a noise,” you said. You shrugged your shoulders and he chuckled, licking his lips as he went back to looking at the sink. 

“I was thinking it was a small noise. Like something just needed some WD-40,” he said. “That…sound bad, right?” He asked.

“You’re asking me?” You shook your head dramatically. “If I knew anything about fixing sinks, I wouldn’t have asked you here during a storm.” You still felt guilty about that. You told Kevin that you could wait until it passed, that running water wasn’t that important in the grand scheme of things. You had bottles of water and the bathroom sink worked just fine to wash your hands. 

As your mind wandered, you weren’t paying attention to Kevin getting closer. You didn’t notice as he stood in front of you and dropped down to a squat to look you in the eye. You shrieked when you finally saw him as he seemed to have teleported from the sink. 

“There is no way in hell I’ma let my favorite tenant live here with no running water. So no more need to apologize, right?” 

His raspy voice made you lose all coherent thought. You twiddled your fingers since he was too close and you gave him a light, nervous giggle. “Stop. I’m not your favorite tenant. I’ve seen the way Mrs. Brennan looks at you. Like you hang the moon,” you said.

Kevin chuckled and stood up, going back to the sink with the toolbox in his hand. He hummed. “I helped her out with something and now she keeps trying to set me up with her granddaughter,” he said. 

“Oh? Does Kevin Atwater have trouble meeting women?” You teased. 

He laughed as he opened the cabinet underneath. You hadn’t had a chance to get to the store for proper cleaning supplies. So far, all you had was bleach and Pinesol, a small bucket, and a pack of sponges. It was on your long, long, long list of things you needed in order to feel settled in this place. 

The wind roared outside and it shook the windows. It howled. The heater was on but did little to combat the chill in the air. You would never feel settled here. The winters were a different breed. Designed to freeze you to the toes and wrack your body with uncontrollable shivers. 

“I meet plenty of women. But timing and circumstances are never there,” Kevin said. He settled onto his back and turned off the water to the sink. He began working, leaning forward to grab a tool and then use it under the sink. 

His shirt rode up revealing a soft middle that you wanted to sink your teeth into. He was solid and stocky, built for sturdiness. 

“What do you mean by timing and circumstance?” You asked.

“Well, I did have a thing with someone but wasn’t exactly healthy. She didn’t like that I’m a cop,” he said. 

“Hate to break it to you, but you’ll find that a lot of people won’t like that you’re a cop,” you said. For you, it was always, “fuck cops”. After meeting Kevin, now it was, “want to fuck that cop in particular”. 

You looked useless sitting there at the kitchen table, but what else were you supposed to do? You still had some unpacking to do but you didn’t feel right leaving him alone. The place didn’t feel like yours yet. Your manners prevented you from leaving him to it as if he were some servant only here to do a job. 

“That’s fair. But can’t stop me from trying,” he said.

“That’s the spirit. Are you a romantic?” You asked. You heard the words after you spoke them and shook your head, not that he could see. “Sorry, that’s rude. You don’t have to answer that.” You pushed your glasses back up your nose and blew out a quiet sigh. 

“Nah, it’s cool. I guess, yeah, I would say I’m a romantic. Just waiting for the right girl. How ‘bout you come help me? Hand me that wrench,” he said. He pointed to something in his toolbox.

You stood up and got closer to him, getting down to your knees and sitting back on your legs. You picked up the nearest wrench and handed it to his outstretched hand. You shared a look with him as he took it from you and began loosening a bolt on the pipe. 

“You? You into the whole thing about romance?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. I believe it exists. How anyone can find love here when you’re freezing your ass off is beyond me,” you said.

“It’s all about layers. Undershirt, thermal, overshirt, sweater, hoodie, jacket. You’ll be warm enough,” he said.

You giggled. “Warm enough? I’d be sweating worse than…” You successfully caught yourself before mentioning sex. You bit the corners of your mouth to prevent you from giggling about that. Something about Kevin Atwater turned you into a giggling mess like some kid with a crush. 

“Worse than what?” Kevin asked. 

You glanced at him. His pink tongue poked out between his lips as he worked on the bolt. The screeching from the metal grated a bit and you winced. 

“Worse than a sauna,” you finished lamely. He flicked a glance at you as if he knew that wasn’t what you were going to say originally. He left it alone as he hummed and returned to the bolt. 

“You get used to it,” he said.

“This type of cold? No thanks,” you said.

Kevin chuckled. He sat up from the sink and fixed his shirt, lowering it over the glimpse of his stomach. He looked at you and smiled. “There’s more to Chicago than just the winter time. We have the best pizza. Everybody friendly, they just loud about it. Tell you what, why don’t you finally take me up on my offer to take you to Molly’s? It’s run by a couple of friends. They’re nice people, we’d all protect you, and you’d be able to get out and enjoy some things around here,” he said. 

“A bar full of cops, doctors, and firemen? I’d feel so intimidated,” you said. You shook your head and giggled. 

“Don’t. You need to get out,” he said.

“Pot, meet kettle. How many times have you been out this week?” 

“Fair. But if you go out, I will too,” he said. 

You held his stare and bit the corners of your mouth again. “I have so much to do here already,” you said. You didn’t like that you kept turning him down but the thought of meeting that many people at once? You wouldn’t survive it. 

You knew Kevin would be nice and show you around but being at the center of attention was unbearable. 

“One day I’ll get you to say yes. If you’re gonna be here, you may as well make some friends. I think you’d get along with Stella. You remind me of her,” he said. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, tough, no nonsense, funny, sweet,” he said. 

“Please,” you said and giggled. Was this Stella single? Did they have something going? 

Kevin opened his mouth to say something else when the wind howled louder, tearing your gaze to the window. The window shook and the lights began to flicker before they spasmed out. You shrieked as you were shrouded in darkness. 

The pale, white glow of the outside gave your apartment a blue and gray tint. Like waking up in the morning and the sun was still hiding behind clouds. You stood up and went to the window but you weren’t sure what you were looking for. Only that the snow and hail seemed to fall harder, peppering the ground. 

“Shoot,” you said. 

Kevin stood up and moved behind you, placing one hand on your hip while he leaned behind you to look outside as well. His warm hand scorched your skin as he looked one way and then another. 

“Let me see if it’s just us. Lock this door behind me,” he said.

You’d never seen this side of him yet. The kind that took charge. A new authority entered his voice, one that did not entertain disobedience. He turned and walked out and you followed behind to close and lock the door. 

You paced your kitchen as you waited. You didn’t know why. Lights went out all the time. He was perfectly safe going to the basement to check the circuit breaker. Minutes passed while you piddled around, cleaning up runaway socks on the floor around the hamper. 

Still had things to unload in the bathroom, but without light, you couldn’t see what you were pulling out of the box. It was too awkward holding your phone’s flashlight and the items. 

A knock on your door made you jump but then you checked the peephole. Kevin stood there with his hands in his pockets, glancing around. You opened the door and let him back inside. 

“Power’s out on the whole block. I already put in a call with utilities. With this kind of storm, there’s no telling when they’ll get out,” he said.

You sighed. “Oh, Kevin, I’m so sorry!” You said. You should have pushed him harder to stay home. To fix it another day. 

“Hey, what did we say about apologizing?” He asked.

“Sorry! I just feel so bad. Oh! I said it again, sorry,” you said. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you couldn’t stop apologizing for trapping him here. Now what were you going to do? He couldn’t fix your sink in the dark and there was no power to cook so you couldn’t offer him a meal. 

Kevin crossed towards you, invading your personal space. “No more apologizing. It’s okay,” he said.

“Well, I was going to save these until after. Since you’re stuck with me, we have cookies to hold us over,” you said. 

“If I had to be stuck anywhere, I’m glad it’s with you,” he said. 

You smiled and tugged on the sleeves of your purple shirt. Now that the power was out, that meant your heater was too. “Shit,” you said, realizing.

You told Kevin and he nodded. “Have you unpacked something to drink? I’ll show you how us Chicagoans stay warm,” he said. 

“That’s the first thing I unpacked,” you said. You left his overwhelming presence and went to your kitchen. The plate of cookies were wrapped on the short sink so that he wouldn’t have seen it. You wanted to surprise him with gratitude for all the hard work he did around your place.

You opened a cabinet and grabbed two glasses. They clinked together as you placed them on the sink and went to a small pantry, taking out a bottle of whiskey. Kevin joined you in the kitchen to help and he whistled at the bottle. “Basil Hayden?” He asked.

“Did you expect something girly?” You asked. 

“No ma’am, just didn’t take you for a whiskey type,” he said. He grinned and joined you at the table. 

“Now, we don’t want to get wasted but the goal is to keep a steady drink going to stay warm. So how ‘bout some questions to get to know each other? Since we got all this time,” he said. 

“Is this an interrogation?” You asked with a giggle. 

“Naw, just two friends getting to know each other. So we either answer truthfully or take shots. Up for it?” He asked. 

“I’m game if you are,” you said. Kevin took the lead by pouring tiny shots for you both in each glass. He pushed your glass towards you.

“You can go first,” he said.

You tapped the glass and thought about a good question to ask. “I’ll go easy. What’s a secret you’ve never told anyone?” 

“That’s easy?” He asked.

You nodded. You pointed to his glass. “You can always drink up if that’s too hard on you,” you said.

He smirked. “A secret I’ve never told anyone…I once met my celebrity crush at a mall signing. She signed a poster for me. I…still have it,” he said and smiled.

“Who! Who’s your secret crush?” You asked.

“Aht, it’s my turn. Worst heartbreak?” He asked.

“Easy questions, huh?” You asked.

He shrugged. “You don’t become friends by finding out each other’s favorite colors.”

You thought about it and nodded. You told him about your worst heartbreak and how you dealt with it. How difficult it was to move on from it. 

You went back and forth asking safe, but deep questions that required more than yes or no answers. You learned more about him and if it was possible, you fell for him even more.

“How in the world are you single?” You asked when it was your turn again. 

Kevin chuckled and played with his glass. So far, you had taken a few shots too nervous to answer the questions he asked. He had only taken two. One for when you asked about his parents and one when you asked about his first love. 

“I wish I knew. I date; you make it sound like I hide in my house after work. The shit I see every day, sometimes I just need to get it out of my head. Dating on top of that just seems cruel,” he said. 

You nodded. You could respect that. You had no idea what it was like being a cop. Seeing the worst humanity had to offer and still have to come up with hope for the people who survived. Dealing with the press and the community painting cops as modern day boogeyman. Still. He was too sweet and strong to not have someone. It was criminal. 

“How come you don’t have anyone?” He asked.

You fixed your glasses and shrugged. “May be a surprise to you but guys these days are…nasty. They send unsolicited dick pics, they can’t hold a conversation, and think women owe them something for buying them a drink. Like…I didn’t ask for the drink so why does that mean I have to open my legs or suck them off? Especially when they won’t even go down on a woman!” 

Kevin’s surprised face made you suddenly feel the alcohol loosening your limbs and warming you up. It definitely loosened your tongue. You groaned and rubbed your forehead. “Sorry, that’s TMI,” you said. 

“I would say take a drink every time you apologize, but then this bottle would be gone.”

The word was on the tip of your tongue and you bit it to keep from speaking it. He smirked at your attempt and you rolled your eyes. “You don’t know everything,” you said. Well, the door was open…

“What is your ideal woman?” You asked.

“Ideal? Shit, I just want someone I vibe with. That thinks like me. Has goals,” he said. 

“Beauty? Brains?” You asked.

“Why won’t you go to Molly’s with me?” He asked.

You smiled, remembering that it was only one question per person. “I don’t know anyone. Meeting new people sucks. I don’t have the personality for great first impressions,” you said.

“You know me,” he said. “I would make sure you’re good. And you are great at first impressions. I wouldn’t have rented to you otherwise.”

“You are just being nice like always. Why is it important for me to go to Molly’s?” 

“I want you to feel welcome here. Feel like you belong so you can stay,” he said. 

You ducked your head, playing with your glass. The soft slide of glass on the table was the only sound in the room. Outside, the wind continued to howl as the storm carried on. You shivered, despite feeling toasty from the whiskey. Your skin felt icy. “I moved here, Kevin. That’s about as permanent as it gets.” 

Kevin scooted closer. He had to spread his legs wider to accommodate your chair. The smell of him invaded your senses. The smell of whiskey on him made your head fuzzy. He brought his hand up to caress your cheek. He gently turned your head to look at him.

“This may be the drink talkin’, but you feel this too, right? Between us? If I’m imagining it, let me know now,” he said. 

You looked at his lips and then back up to his eyes. He caught the movement and did the same, his gaze drifting down your face and then back up again. 

“You’re not imagining it,” you said. 

Kevin leaned over and captured your lips in a sweet, tender kiss that warmed you up quicker than the whiskey. You returned the kiss, sighing, tongues dueling with each other. 

“Hmm, knew you’d taste sweet,” he said. He pecked your lips once, twice, and then lingered on the third time humming. 

Emboldened by his actions, you leaned out of your chair. You climbed into his lap, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. Kevin sighed and put his hands on your hips, squeezing every so often. 

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he said.

You smiled and kissed him again, rolling your hips. He groaned and his hands went lower to grab your ass. He gripped and massaged your ass, squeezing painfully enough to make you cry into his mouth. He growled hearing the sound, kissing you with more passion after each kiss. 

“I want you, Kevin Atwater,” you said against his lips. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. He leaned back and looked into your eyes. “If you’ve had too much to drink–” 

“Shut up,” you said with a grin and kissed him. 

You had been playing this subtle game between each other for weeks as you signed your lease and moved in. The first time you called him to tell him about your stuck doors, he showed up the next day he was free. He made conversation easy as he fixed the doors. He immediately put you at ease. 

He found that your closet door was stuck too but he didn’t have time to fix it at the time. He told you that he would be back and again, he made it so easy to talk to him and time flew by when he was around. It was like you didn’t have time to think about being nervous when he was telling you about must see attractions to Chicago. He kept talking about the pizza and promised to bring one over.

He made moving there for work not feel so lonely. You were worried if you would find friends outside of work. No matter what, work friends were not true friends. 

You kissed him again, your hands drifting down to start unbuttoning his shirt. The alcohol wasn’t affecting you in the way he thought. It only lowered your natural anxiousness about being bolder. Funner. More open. Going after what you wanted.

Now that you knew you weren’t crazy, that he wanted you as well, a dam broke. Kevin matched your desperateness to get your clothes off as well. 

“I know another way to stay warm,” you said. 

Kevin chuckled. “I told you I can help with whatever you need,” he said. “I keep my promises.” 

You finally got his shirt loose and pushed it off of his shoulders. He had huge muscles, showing off a physique that made you lick your lips in anticipation. His thighs bunched underneath you and you moaned, rolling your hips against his pelvis. 

His erection was thick against his jeans. Kevin grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it off you, revealing your bra. He moaned and kissed around your chest. His hands traveled up and down your back, warming it up just like he promised. 

The black tank he wore underneath looked damn good on him but it had to go. He stopped kissing your chest long enough to let you remove it.  Your hands explored his chest while he put his mouth over your nipple through the fabric. 

You moaned, throwing your head back and giving him better access. He took the opportunity you presented and sucked on your titty until the fabric was soaked with his saliva. Your nipple became increasingly sensitive under his attention. You were hissing and shaking by the time he finally let go and admired his handiwork.

He switched to your other nipple, giving it the same love and attention as the first. You squirmed in his lap, unable to stop moving. Your hands moved to the back of his neck and held him to you. He groaned and continued to tug and suckle on your nipple until it was sensitive as well. 

As a big girl, it was not easy to feel small. Dainty. Delicate. But you felt like that in Kevin’s capable hands. You felt worshiped. Adored. The soft light coming from outside made the room feel like a bubble. Like time stopped somewhere outside and you were free to explore. To breathe. To cherish this moment with Kevin. 

He licked the swell of your breast outside of your bra and you moaned. He kissed up your neck until his lips found yours. Until he was nibbling on your lips and licking away the sting. He sucked on your bottom lip and you felt the tug in your pussy. 

You were uncomfortably wet. You felt your arousal dampening your panties. You didn’t know how much longer you would hold out. Or survive. 

“You squirming a lot there. You feelin’ good?” He asked.

“Yes,” you moaned. 

“What I’m gon’ find when I take them panties off?” He asked. 

“Me, excited. Ready for you,” you said.

“Ohh, you a little naughty on top of being sweet?” 

You didn’t have time to answer. Kevin stood up, holding you, cupping your ass so you didn’t slip. He kissed you while he held you. But your heart was thumping. Thundering. “I got you, don’t you even worry,” he whispered against your lips.

The apartment was small so he crossed the space in a few steps to get to your bed. He gently laid you down and stepped back to admire how needy you were. How you stretched out on the bed and made a sublime vision of wantonness. 

He bit his lip with a smirk as he unbuttoned your jeans and tugged them off your hips. Your breathing was rapid, out of control. Your chest rose and fell in quick succession. Your skin felt alive and electric. Like he needed to enter you right this second or you’d spontaneously combust.

“Look at you. Needy little thing,” he commented. His hands spanned the expanse of your thighs, rubbing and kneading. 

“Oh, Kevin,” you moaned. 

“So you ready for me, huh?” He asked. You watched through slitted eyes as he tilted his head. How could he be in control right now? Had it been that long for you? 

You were too busy packing and saying goodbye to family and friends to worry about getting your rocks off. You were too busy working and unpacking in Chicago to worry about finding someone to relieve the pressure. The past few weeks, it had been you and Roman the Rose. 

“I’m so ready,” you said, making him chuckle. 

He took off his shoes, socks, and jeans and you watched him unveil parts of his body you imagined. Lusted over. Pictured way too often to ever tell him the truth. 

“Mhm, we gon’ see,” he said. He joined you on the bed. Kneeling on it, the bed groaned under his weight and you smiled. Your bed had been previously unprepared for someone of his size. He dropped his lips to your chest slowly. When his breath fanned over your nipples, you moaned and twisted away from him.

He completely covered you, however, so there was no place to go. He licked the swell of your breasts again, glancing up at your reactions. You were mesmerized by him. Under his spell. One of his hands slipped up your thigh and you twinged. Goosebumps pebbled your skin but you felt like you were on fire. 

He pressed a thumb over your panties and pushed in, digging the fabric past your pussy lips and groaned at the wet glide of it already. “Oh shit,” you moaned. 

“Hm, look what I found,” he said against your skin. 

His fingers played with your pussy over your panties and you kept moving, twisting, writhing against your bed and underneath him. Every so often, his thumb would grace your pussy lips. That hint of skin to skin contact made you hiss and roll your hips against his hand. 

Kevin used his teeth to drag down the cup of your bra. He grinned finding your dark nipple and then he latched on, swirling his tongue around it in a way that let you know he’d do the same to your pussy when given the chance. 

Your breaths were choppy. Belly flipping. Pussy throbbing. Hands clutching your sheets and yanking. 

Your orgasm was tearing through you, stealing your breath like a thief. Stars exploded behind your eyelids as rippling pleasure traveled throughout your body. Kevin hummed through it all. 

“Look so damn pretty when you cum. Gon’ look even better when I get in there. I bet you’re gonna feel good ridin’ this dick,” he said. His raspy voice was its own brand of magic. Your nipples were still sensitive under his ministrations and the painful tug felt delicious. 

You whimpered. He used his teeth to drag down your other cup and gave it attention as well. His tongue flicking across the dark areola. “Shit!” You moaned.

“Mhm, let me hear it,” he said. His warm breath fanned across the wet spots he left behind and you shuddered. 

“Kevin, please,” you begged.

“Naw, that beggin’ shit don’t work on me,” he said. 

You whimpered once more as he rolled your nipple between his teeth. His hand went back to rubbing your pussy but this time, he finally slipped underneath. His thumb teased the area around your clit, never quite hitting it and teasing you with no mercy. 

“Oh fuuck,” you moaned. You turned your head to the side and bit your sheets, turning distraught at the realization that he was going to take his time with your body. He was an explorer. He was a master conductor fine tuning your body and learning the sounds you were capable of producing. 

He sucked hard on your nipple and your back left the soft sheets, arching away from the bed. “Augh,” moaned. 

At the same time, he dipped a finger into your entrance getting his finger wet up to the knuckle. “Nice and fuckin’ wet. Fuck,” he moaned. 

You hissed as he moved his finger in and out. His thumb continued to tease your clit, never directly touching it. It was a dual sensation that drove you insane and contracted on his finger.

“You gon’ feel this good squeezing on my dick?” He asked.

“Uh-huh,” you said and nodded. Hell yes you would. He just needed to believe you and get inside you already. You moved your hips against his finger and he hummed in appreciation. 

“Oh, impatient too. You wanna cum again?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yes, please, I wanna cum,” you whined, your voice tinny and weak. 

“Good girl, using your words without me having to tell you. A’right, I’ll let you cum,” he said. He pushed a second finger inside you and then began pumping in earnest. His thumb moved to rub circles around your clit and you came instantly, shouting and twitching.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you moaned as you came, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Kevin placed kisses along your chest as you did so, keeping up his particular brand of torture. He slowed down as your breathing returned to normal. 

“Hmm-mm,” I can get used to that,” he said.

You struggled to your elbows and looked at him. “Fuck,” you panted.

He grinned and stood up. He slipped his fingers out of you and then licked them one by one. He moaned, closing his eyes. Fuck. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. He licked his fingers like runaway scoops of brownie mix left on the spatula. 

You were getting worked up looking at him. He was distracted. You smirked as you leaned forward and pressed kisses to his stomach. He tensed up at the contact and you looked up at him. 

He grinned at you, grabbing you by the throat. Your eyes fluttered closed. He hummed. He pulled you into a kiss. A wet, sloppy, loud one that made you hiss and scoot closer to him. You were dripping, soaked. Every movement you made called attention to the fact that you were wet as hell.

“I got somethin’ for you, but I wanna eat first. We didn’t get to them cookies you baked,” he said. 

Your eyes turned watery. “Please, let me touch you, Kevin,” you said. 

He planted another kiss on your lips, lingering to swipe his tongue around your lips and diving inside. Your pussy ached. You’d never felt so empty in your entire life. “You’ll get your chance to make sure my dick wet for you. I don’t wanna hurt you when I finally fuck you,” he said.

You sighed painfully through your nose. Your vision swam with tears. You were beyond horny. You didn’t think you were this insatiable. You had two orgasms already but you wanted more. You wanted more from him. 

Kevin licked his lips and removed his hand from your neck.. He rubbed your lips with his thumb and then gave you a sweeter kiss this time around. “Now lean back and let me get to eatin’,” he commanded.

You needed no further encouragement as you flopped back onto the bed. He peeled your panties off, cooing at the dripping mess you were. “Hm-mm,” he sighed. He kissed your thighs as he slipped your panties off. He licked your calf. He threw your panties somewhere behind him and it landed with a soft, wet plop. 

You would have felt embarrassed usually. But there was nothing but pure, uncut lust. You could taste it in the air. Feel it burning you inside and out. 

Kevin hummed, stroking himself through his briefs. He spread your legs and watched as your arousal slowly leaked out of you. You felt it roll down the crack of your ass and shivered. Cool air blasted from somewhere. The wind continued to howl, adding to the soft orchestra of sounds you were currently making. 

Kevin knelt down slowly and got into position between your legs. He put them over his shoulders and yanked you down to the edge of the bed. His arms hooked underneath your legs and spread you open for his meal.

He blew slowly across your wet clit and you shivered. The anticipation was worse. You couldn’t stop moving, shaking, yearning. Kevin laughed and kissed your clit. He hummed. “Taste so fuckin’ good already. You’re so wet, baby,” he said. “Gonna drown in this pretty pussy.” 

“Fuck, Kevin!” You shrieked. 

He chuckled. “Calm down, what you cussin’ for? I ain’t even do nothin’ yet,” he said. 

You whined, rolling your hips. “Please, please, please,” you begged. You couldn’t take this teasing. You weren’t used to it. Had you even had sex before this? You thought you had decent lovers before. Men who knew what they were doing and had you screaming until the cows came home.

But Kevin? Kevin eclipsed any man that came before. You were a virgin all over again. This was your first time and your partner was an expert. A sex demon sent straight from hell. 

“The more you beg, the longer I take,” he said. He licked outside of your pussy lips. He went as far as the seam and pulled back, licking down ‘till he reached your entrance. His tongue just crested the surface of it. 

“Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You yelled and huffed. 

Kevin continued to tease you, drawing curses and screams and yells as he explored your body. Your thighs shook violently. Tingles turned to pinpricks against your legs the longer he held them open. 

Wave upon wave of desire flooded your system. Your hands played in his hair as he worked, savoring you. He hummed every so often when you tugged on his hair or made a sound that sounded like you were near death. Near leaving this plane of existence forever.

You stopped trying to plead with him. You become engrossed in the pleasure he was giving you. You and it were one and you surrendered to the feel of him. He finally pushed in further, drawing his tongue close to your clit.

“Auhh,” you croaked.

Kevin kept going, swirling his tongue. His sloppy, loud eating was seduction personified. He sucked so hard that he made noises with your pussy. 

You couldn’t say anything to let him know that you were enjoying yourself. You couldn’t encourage him to keep doing what he was doing. Your mind was gone. Gone on a different trip this time. 

He sighed against your pussy and then flicked his tongue on your clit. It was your undoing. You cried out, pupils blown wide as you came and came and came. Shivers wracked your body. Kevin held you down in his powerful arms, helping you weather the tempest rushing through you.

Your fingers dug into his wild hair and pulled. It didn’t seem to faze Kevin. He continued to eat you out as if searching for the next meal course. He ate you on the way down from the high. You moaned and bit your lip, hoping pain would help dull this type of ecstasy. It did not. 

Kevin smacked his lips as he slowly stopped, rolling his tongue one more time. He leaned back and surveyed his work. You heard him smacking his lips. “Makin’ such a big mess for me,” he whispered. He kissed your pussy and then leaned back. 

Your eyes found his. He smirked. His beard dripped with your essence. Entire lower jaw was wet and you saw trails of your slick in his beard. He rubbed it in, moving his hand to work in what you left on him. 

“How you feelin’, gorgeous?” He asked. 

“Like I died,” you said.

He chuckled. “Well, now you got some work to do. Get this dick wet,” he said.

He helped you into a sitting position. You yelped, feeling the giant pool you made on the edge of the bed. You were definitely going to have to wash these immediately. He grabbed your throat, tearing your thoughts away from the bed and back onto him. 

He leaned down and kissed you. Fuck, you tasted good on him. You smelled yourself and it only turned you on more. He sucked on your bottom lip and then swiped his tongue up. He made out with you and you somehow dripped more. You were a veritable slip and slide at this point. If he entered you, he’d face no resistance.

He pulled back and you smiled goofily at him. He smiled back. “Even better than I been dreamin’,” he said. He leaned back and let you go. You watched as he removed his briefs. Your eyes widened at the size of him. 

He was long and thick, a deadly combination. Maybe all the prep time was more from necessity. Had he tried entering you without lube or without foreplay, that shit would hurt. You were no punk though.

You fixed your glasses and greedily took him into your mouth. You were not as nuanced as he was. You did not have time for games. You had been desperate to touch him, taste him, and explore him in the same way he did to you. You sucked the tip of him and he hissed, hands going to the side of your face.

You pushed past his hands, sucking as much of him down as you could. You used your hands on the area you couldn’t get to. You spat on his dick and used it to let your hands glide better. 

“Sweet fuck,” he moaned. 

You sucked on him, remembering to breathe through your nose so that you didn’t pass out doing this. Your pussy throbbed as he continued to moan and throw his head back, rolling his neck. Your drool slipped past your lips and coated his shaft. You flicked your tongue across his tip and he jerked his hips forward.

His hands on the side of your head gripped you harder and pushed you down on his dick. Deeper than you would normally take someone. You had been worried that you would puke or something. However, you relaxed your throat and worked together to soak his dick with your saliva and make sure that he wouldn’t hurt you on entry. 

“Fuck, right there. Right there,” he moaned. 

You moaned right back, loving the way he took control of his pleasure and used you. “Let me cum in that pussy, baby,” he said.

You looked up at him and he licked his lips. You nodded. “Yef,” you said around his dick.

He slipped out of your mouth and you sucked in deep breaths. Your head was light. Floating. Soaring. You licked your lips and rubbed your cheeks to get the ache out. But Kevin grabbed you roughly and flipped you over on the bed.

“Ouee, shit,” you groaned. You sniffled. Fuck, he was ruining you for any other guy. You would never be able to have sex with anyone else ever again! Was it too early to propose? Was it too early to ask him to move into this tiny apartment with you and deliver this every night on demand? Would that scare him away? 

His large hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you back. One hand left as he guided his dick to your entrance. You sighed. There was no reason to beg him not to tease you. He wouldn’t listen either way. 

Kevin shoved inside in one hard thrust that brought those stars back to your mind’s eye. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuh,” you moaned. 

As suspected, he slipped in easily thanks to the foreplay and you sucking him off. He groaned as he was fully seated and began rolling his hips, giving you long, deep strokes. He grinded in your pussy and you began to shake and shiver on him. 

“Throw that shit back like you want it,” he said. 

You listened, throwing it back. He was stroking so hard that you couldn’t brace yourself. You dropped down to your elbows and raised your ass higher. He moaned as he stroked deeper, hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl. 

“Kevin, Kevin, Kevin,” you chanted.

“Yeah, I know I’m hittin’ that shit. Bounce it back,” he said.

You moved your hips faster, matching his pace. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked back. Your head snapped back, a bite of pain on your scalp. “Auh, auh, auh,” you croaked.

His thrusts made your ass clap on him. “Mhm, gripping that shit,” he moaned. He twisted your hair again, yanking your head back a little more and stroking into you with precision. 

“Oue, baby, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. “I’m cumming, baby.”

“Cum on then. Cum on this dick so I can nut in this pussy,” he said.

You cried. You exploded. You were ripped apart as the orgasm burrowed through your system. Your legs shook and twitched. Your pussy gripped him tight, making him snug as he pounded. 

Kevin continued stroking until he groaned and busted inside of you. Hot pulses of cum signed his name in the crevices of your pussy and you moaned with him. 

He slammed inside of you two more times and stilled, panting. He slowly worked his way out of you and you groaned. You immediately flopped onto the bed. Strength left you. Your energy was gone. 

Kevin’s quiet huffs let you track him through the apartment. You heard water running and then he was back, cleaning you up. You whined, crying and pushing away from him. He cooed at you and gently cleaned you up. 

Sleep tugged at you. You yawned. Kevin returned. You were putty in his hands as he moved you away from the mess you made. “I know another way to warm you up too,” he said.

“Hm,” you sighed. 

He chuckled as he got you out of the puddle. You sighed, curling up now that you were in a dry spot. Kevin placed something onto the wet spot and then got in bed with you, pulling your back into his chest. He spread out covers over you. 

You had just enough thought to take off your glasses and put it on the nightstand next to you. 

His hand came around to rest against your titty, still clad in your bra. He threw one leg over you and your body instantly warmed up. He was a space heater. You snuggled into his warmth and were out like a light, with a giant smile on your face.

The END.

The Secret Kevin Atwater Files

[kunt-dracula]

Protective and Possessive | S.B.

Warnings: Toxic!Slytherin Boys | Physical Violence | Controlling Behavior | Suggestive Content | Lorenzo Berkshire | Tom Riddle | Mattheo Riddle | Blaise Zabini | Draco Malfoy | Theodore Nott

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MDNI | 18+

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo becomes terrifying when he’s feeling protective or possessive over you. His overall appearance remains calm and collected, but his aura portrays a different set of emotions. 

He doesn’t like to let anyone get close to you and to make sure of that he is always overly affectionate when you’re around other people, especially at large gatherings like a party. 

Almost no man can flirt with you or make you uncomfortable in any way when you’re with Enzo because he will never let them. 

Sometimes, however, someone manages to slip through the cracks in those moments when Enzo might be occupied with something else. 

Enzo doesn’t feel threatened by you talking to other men because he has a lot of confidence in himself. He can’t picture you ever leaving him for someone else. Despite that, he isn't a fan of you chatting with other guys.

Enzo is possessive because he likes to be the center of attention- the center of your attention. So whenever someone is engaging with you, making you laugh, smile, or bringing out that gleam in your eye when you get excited, he lays claim to what’s his.

He gets this sickening smile that spreads across his face and his eyes show every morsel of murderess intent he’s hiding behind his feigned innocence.

He will automatically insert himself into the conversation.

If that doesn’t work then he’ll stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as his hands move up and down your abdomen. 

Each time his hands move up they graze your breast in a way that’s subtle from far away, but very noticeable to the man standing in front of you two. 

Enzo keeps his eyes on him the entire time and you know what he’s doing. 

But if you ever try to stop him it’ll just make matters worse. 

He’ll spin you around, holding the back of your head as he fervently kisses your lips. He won’t stop until the other guy walks away and you’ve completely forgotten about him, only focused on Enzo.

You’re his and he takes satisfaction in reminding you of that. 

Tom Riddle

Tom is calculated and he’s smart. He doesn’t like causing a scene and he knows how to hide his ulterior motives. 

He stands close to you as a warning to others. He’s not much for PDA, but he does like to hover. No matter where you are, Tom is forever almost touching you. 

One step back or to the side, one movement of your arm, or sway of your body and you feel him. He’s always there, silently watching. 

The only time Tom isn’t next to you or stalking you is when he’s in class. The gap in which it takes him to leave class and meet you in the hallway is very small, but it allows an opportunity for someone else to slip in. 

When they do, it always ends with Tom clearing his throat to get your attention before you quickly excuse yourself. You know your boyfriend and you know what he’s capable of doing to those who dare show any interest in you. 

You know everything except what Tom does to rectify the situation once you’re asleep.

Too oblivious to notice that the random man who approached you after class seemingly disappeared from the university. 

It’s easy because the ones who flirt with you are the ones who don't know you or regularly speak to you. The people who do know you know to stay away out of fear of ending up next on Tom’s list. 

Mattheo Riddle 

Mattheo is always very protective over you.

It’s built into his DNA to always watch out for any potential threat. Mattheo is paranoid that someone is going to take you from him. 

He keeps one hand on you at all times, always gripping you with an uncomfortable strength. Anyone who looks at you too long or even glances at you in passing is immediately on his radar. He’s focused instantly on that person and making sure they keep their distance. 

When someone does approach you, it’s only a matter of time before he snaps. 

He tries to remain calm while he reassures himself that you would never leave him for someone else.

With each millisecond that passes his resolve washes away and twisted fantasies enter his mind. 

He fantasizes about punching them, slamming them against every surface in the room, and breaking them until the thought of even daring to be within twenty feet of his girlfriend sends them into hysteria. 

Mattheo is a man of action. An idea can only sit in his head for so long before he turns it into reality. 

Within a flash, the man you were talking to is on the ground and Mattheo gives him three hard punches to the face. He relishes in the howls of pain and blood pouring from them before telling them to stay away from you. 

Usually, that’s enough to send any man running, but occasionally you’ll find some idiot who thinks he can take Mattheo Riddle.

Until the man who was once hellbent on charming you into their bed finds themselves in another. Only this bed is surrounded by white and instead of fucking their way to pure bliss they’re completely fucked out of their mind as they lay semi-unconscious in a hospital bed. 

Blaise Zabini 

Blaise likes to pretend he’s got everything under control. He’s protective of you, but he tries to tell himself he’s not. Blaise doesn’t feel the need to constantly have his hands on you, but he likes to know where you are.

He wants you to stay close to him and every time you leave he forces out a small smile to mask the madness that runs through him. 

Blaise won’t step in if a guy is talking to you, even if he’s flirting.

He looks from afar with an impassive expression on his face waiting for you to be the one to tell the guy to go away. 

If you’re uncomfortable then Blaise will walk over straight away and is very upfront as he tells the guy to back off. 

However, if you’re talking to a guy while not indicating that you’re uncomfortable or plan on separating yourself soon then Blaise gets infuriated. Incredibly infuriated. 

And all that anger is released through passive-aggressive comments the second you two are alone. 

“You looked like you were having a good time tonight.”

His mood is sour for the rest of the evening and it stays that way until you remind him that he’s the only one you want.

Not just one reminder. You’ll have to do it consistently until light shines through the window to start a new day and Blaise is an exhausted and content mess.

Draco Malfoy 

Draco likes to show off all of his possessions and that includes you, his most prized possession.

He expects you to be wrapped around his arm every time you two are around people. It always looks like you’re the one who initiates the physical touch, but he pulled you into it. 

He likes to make you lean against him and he likes to place your hands somewhere on his body so that people know you’re interested in only him.

The second another man comes up to you Draco’s rational thoughts and professionalism completely go out the window. 

It doesn’t matter where you are or how many people are watching, he will pick out every flaw and use every insult on whichever poor soul thought it was okay to converse with his girlfriend. 

Once Draco starts he never stops. 

He will hold resentment towards them till the end of time and whenever they mistakenly end up on the same path as Draco he reminds them just how cruel he can be. He doesn’t tear them down physically, but emotionally. 

If someone decides not to listen then he targets the other people in their life. Father, mother, uncle, and even their third cousins experience the repercussions of messing with a Malfoy.

Theodore Nott 

Theo doesn’t like to share. He doesn’t like to share your attention and he doesn’t like to share you. 

Theo is very affectionate in the most obvious of ways. Any chance he gets he is kissing your neck, holding you, or whispering in your ear things that always draw you in and leave you flustered for everyone to see. 

The second you step into a room everyone is made aware that you’re his girl.

Theo used to be the biggest playboy so he picks up on certain tells from other guys very quickly. Even when a guy isn’t interested Theo always assumes he is and therefore every time a guy is in the same room as you Theo to automatically on edge. 

He doesn’t let a guy talk to you for too long. In fact, the majority of the time he doesn’t even allow a guy to get more than two words in before he’s by your side. 

He stands behind you and lifts his arm to rest against your collarbone as he pulls you into his embrace. 

He stares at the guy through hooded and dark eyes that show he’s one more word away from cracking. 

If the guy doesn’t leave Theo will cut off the conversation and pull you behind him as he steps closer until he’s erased almost all distance between him and the other person. He gets into their space as a challenge. He wants to see if they’ll even attempt to push him back. 

Theo’s voice lowers as he tells them what he’s about to do to them- how he’s about to hurt them. 

Theo feels a rush of adrenaline go through him whenever his challenge is accepted. He lets them take the first swing and that’s all Theo needs before he starts brutally beating them to the ground. 

You can’t even get mad at him. He won’t let you. The guy swung first so Theo had no hit back. Yeah, Theo may have antagonized him, but he was clearly flirting with you. Theo’s actions are justified and he won’t accept anyone else’s opinion. Even yours.

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[kunt-dracula]

Sunday Morning | Blaise Zabini

Warnings: N/A

All Fluff | G/N Reader

Author's Note: A very small blurb. I wrote this at 1am while listening to Whitney Houston. I feel like I should start a series for things I’m inspired to write after listening to music early in the morning. Half of my drafts are inspired by songs I found myself dancing to between 1:00 - 5:00 AM.

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the heat with somebody

Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody

With somebody who loves me

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Summary: Being in love and savoring every second of it.

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Your laughter echoed through the room as Blaise spun you in his arms. His fingers lightly touched the hand above your head as his other hand grabbed onto your waist. Once you were facing him he smiled at you and lowered your hands slowly, now holding them to his chest.

As you moved around the room, candles illuminated the space, casting a warm yellow hue against the skin of your bodies. The sound of rain outside occasionally competed with the sounds playing from the victrola on Blaise's desk. The pitter-patter of raindrops and cracks of thunder overpowered the music, but neither of you seemed to mind.

It was Sunday, your favorite day as it was the one where your boyfriend was completely and utterly yours. No studying, no friends, no quidditch, his only focus was you.

Blaise had planned a picnic, but the weather decided against that. Upon waking up to the thunder outside you and Blaise rearranged your plans for a lazy Sunday in.

Your ruined date was soon forgotten as you basked in the feeling of holding each other in bed. Your cheek rested against his chest with his hands slowly moving up and down your back. You spent hours wrapped up in the covers. There were no responsibilities, no engagements and no commitments other than to each other.

Now you were wrapped in his arms as you two swayed to the music, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper in love with the man before you. Blaise was your happy place. He made you feel safe and loved and you could tell he felt the same. The once serious and emotionless guy before you now twirling around his room without a care in the world.

You watched him, the feeling of admiration overpowering your mind. Sometimes it was overwhelming, all of the love you had for him. It’s easy to imagine what love could be like, but to experience it is another feeling within itself. It’s indescribable what you have with Blaise. How someone could come into your life one day out of the blue and in a matter of months they become your lifeline. This person you spent years not knowing existed has somehow overtaken your entire sense of being.

Sunday before felt like just another day. Now it’s the one day you can’t live without. The day you get to spend with him.

The music slowed to a stop. Blaise moved his hand from yours and lightly slid it across your cheek. The warmth of his skin contrasted the cold air of the dungeons and you couldn’t help but lean into him, easily giving yourself over.

“What are you thinking about?” Blaise asked as he pulled you closer and rested his forehead against yours. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he gave himself over to you too; the feeling of you, the smell of you, all of you.

“I love you,” you smiled tilting your head up to press a kiss against his lips. The once small peck turned deeper and a moan of contentment escaped the both of you.

The beginning notes of the next track started to play and Blaise slowly moved one hand to the back of your head as the other kept its hold on your waist. You gasped as you felt your body dip towards the ground.

Blaise lifted you back up and spun you into him with your back now against his chest. Soft kisses traveled up your neck before landing against your ear. He took the lobe between his teeth, nibbling slightly as his hands slid lower and lower down your body. “I love you too.”

Blaise moved you both over to the bed, lying you down and crawling on top of you. He pressed a kiss to your collarbone, moving to your chest and stomach before stopping at the waistband of your shorts. “I love you so much.”

[kunt-dracula]

i'm right here / billy loomis

PAIRING  fem!reader x billy loomis

SUMMARY  you and billy had been dating for quite a while now. you had always been so dependent on him, so clingy, so needy, and you were starting to realize that maybe he didn't like you nearly as much as you thought he did. when you stop calling him and ignore him completely, he's not just angry, but he comes to the realization that he doesn't know who he'd be without you. he's lonely and he needs you just as much, if not more, than you need him.

TAGS  fem!reader x billy loomis, angst, fluff, if you squint, sexual tension, smut, only on the clothes stuff, billy wouldn't dare break my underwear rule, teasing, making out,, desperate men >>>, deranged men >>>>>, billy is a lil' toxic, just a lil' bit, cursing, slight stalking (come on, we're talking about ghostface here, get with the program)

QUOTE  "i'm calling you, pick up your phone . . . well i don't give a fuck about your friends, / i'm right here, here / well baby talk a look around, / i'm the only one that hasn't walked out, / i'm right here," - right here by chase atlantic

WORD COUNT  2.1K

WRITTEN  10.25.2023

A/N this is my first smut 😭😭😭😭 also i watched scream for the first time and if billy and stu weren't murderers ... omg 😭😭😭 anyways, i will get up another fic on sunday and one next wednesday ... PLS SEND REQUESTS FOR BILLY AND STU 😭😭😭😭

You once again hung up the phone in a huff - Billy has tried calling you for the fourth time that evening. You would have let the phone ring if the sound of it didn't set you off.

You tossed the clunky phone back onto the other end of the couch and settled onto the cushions with a relieved sigh. Finally, some time for yourself - you had been swamped with so much work recently, it was nice to finally take a moment to relax. You flicked on the television, channel surfing before the phone went off again. You groaned and picked up the phone, pressing the decline button before setting it back down. You let out an incredulous laugh at the irony of the situation. You were ignoring Billy because he barely spent any of his time with you and didn't seem to be putting anywhere near as much effort into your relationship as you were. You were so tired of being taken advantage of and eventually being walked out on by friends and family that you finally, for once, walked out on someone else first. But now, now that you've broken things up with him, he seemed interested in you.

"Asshat," you mumbled under your breath, finally settling on a channel playing some mildly entertaining thriller that was gripping enough to keep you interested, but not so much so that you were discerning and questioning every detail. You laid back down on the couch, head lolling to the side as you space out and got lost in your own thoughts. The one thing that startled you from your own head was the sound of the phone ringing once again.

More than irritated, you grabbed the phone and finally answered, shoving the clunk of plastic next to your ear. "Listen here Billy, I told you once and I don't want to say it again, I'm. Done -"

The voice at the end of the line spoke only your name in greeting, but it soundly oddly gruff and robotic. Not Billy's voice, which made you pause in hesitation. "Yes, that's me . . . what do you want?"

"I always thought The Sixth Sense was a sort of underrated masterpiece."

You launched up from the couch, fear settling into your gut as you glanced out the back patio doors outside. "What kind of prank is this? Stu, are you fucking with me again? Because I swear -"

"It's not Stu, sweetheart. Guess again."

You paused. It was a long shot. But why would he change his voice? You decided to play a little game of your own. "You know what I'm watching, so you must be somewhere outside, in the backyard, right?" You got up from the couch and stared out at the backyard, but no one was there. "Who is this? Randy? Bobby? Which ass decided to piss me off today -"

"I did." The voice, unexpectedly, came from behind you. You jumped at the sound and turned around to face Billy, who was holding up a portable phone. He hung up, tucking away whatever kind of voice modulator he'd been using, and took a step towards you. In return, you took a step back, placing your house phone on a nearby surface.

"What are you doing in my house, Billy? I'm having friends over soon, you can't be here."

"I came over to apologize."

"You?" You asked him incredulously. "Apologize? That's rich. I didn't know the word 'apologize' was even in your vocabulary."

Billy offered you a grimaced smile and took another step forward. "I really mean it this time, all right?"

"Oh sure, yeah, and I'm the Queen of England," you retorted with a roll of your eyes. You glanced at the clock and decided it would be best to prepare snacks now, before your friends got here. You began to walk past him, in the direction of the kitchen. "Go home, Billy, I'm done with you and your indifference."

Before you even took another step away from him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest. He stared down at you, hunger, desperation, adoration in his eyes. You couldn't help but soften as you stared up at his face - even if you were doing this for yourself, you couldn't help but miss him. And fuck, was he the most beautiful bastard you've ever seen.

He ran his index finger along your cheek, his head bowed as his eyes trailed all across your face. "I didn't appreciate you like I should have . . . I realize that now. I guess it's true. You don't know how good something is until it leaves." He bowed his head closer and closer to you, and you couldn't help but feel yourself weaken. As though you hsd fallen prey to his seduction spell. You had to admit, it was easier to ignore his calls then to ignore his prescene, that sultry voice and those beckoning lips, the brown strands that you wanted to tug on oh so badly. "Give me one more chance. I'll prove it to you that I can be better . . . " And he said the one word you've never heard leave his mouth ever. His voice came out as soft as a whisper, as hot as the fiery gates of hell on your mouth. "Please. I need you."

Your breathes came out hot and heavy - you wanted him bad, so bad. But you knew you shouldn't. You always followed the same toxic, hurtful patterns. You needed to let go of the people that hurt you, but God you couldn't let him go. You tried to find an excuse.

"Billy, my friends are going to be here in ten minutes." Your voice came out much weaker, less assured then intended.

"I could give a flying fuck about your friends. They don't treat you right, no better than I did. Yet here you sit, cleaning the house, buying food and renting movies, all for people who could care less. If you're going to give someone a second chance, let it be me." He held up your hand, pressing gently kisses along the edge of it. His eyes met yours again, dark and lustful, filled with meaning. You just couldn't help yourself - you knew you'd regret this, but honestly . . . you didn't care anymore.

You finally grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down to meet your lips, hands tangling in those chocolate locks of his. His mouth tasted like pennies and cigarettes, apricot and clove. He was far from being shy, he equally reciprocated your actions if not overcompensated and pressed back into you hungrily. He was slightly rough with you, never enough to hurt you, only rile you up. He pushed you back towards the couch, your knees buckling as they met the cushions, forcing you to sit yourself down on the couch. His eyes roamed your body and he gestured towards your shirt.

You leaned up, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to your level. "No. I'm tired of initiating. If you want me, come get me." You released his shirt, sitting back on the couch with crossed arms and watching his next movements.

His eyes widened in slight shock. You had never been one to take the lead and boss him around, but now that you had, he found it incredibly arousing. And he also felt he owed it to you to give you whatever you wanted. After all, he'd been a terrible boyfriend and if he was truly being honest, you deserved better. But that selfish, possessive side to him couldn't let you go, craved you like a starved man.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing the chiseled chest beneath. He wasn't paticularly buff, but he was certainly well built and plenty aesthetically pleasing. He bent down, latching his lips back onto yours. He allowed your hands to roam over his bare torso, smirking slightly at the groan that left your lips. His hands gradually slipped under your shirt, pulling it overhead and revealing the lacy bra beneath. As strong as he was, he was easily able to shift your position so you were laying along the length of the couch. He crawled on top of you, one hand laying atop your breast, the other being used as a crutch to keep him balanced. His lips returned to yours, wet and burning with passion, running along yours smoothly. His other hand slipped down to your waist, tightening around it as his tounge poked through your lips and into your mouth. You couldn't help the soft moan that left your mouth, hips rolling up to meet his. You jolted as you were met with something hardened, a shiver running down your spine.

"Billy . . ." You whined, eyes pleading with him to stop being so painstakingly slow. You wanted him and you wanted him now. "Please. I missed you . . . need you."

"S'okay baby," he responded, lips now meeting the skin of your neck. You missed the feeling of his nose brushing against your skin with every kiss, his roaming hands exploring every inch of your body, those glances from.his darkened eyes that almost unsettled you. "I'll take care of it, I promise."

He rolled his hips up into yours, causing a moan to spill out of your mouth. You had wrapped your arms around his back, hands digging into his shoulder blades. "Missed your pretty little moans, baby." He lifted his head away from your neck, hand running through your hair as he looked down at you. "Promise I'll be better, hm? You'd like that?"

He rolled his hips up again with a smirk and you shut your eyes tight, only able to respond with a high-pitched "mhm!"

"You're - such a tease," you gasped, opening your eyes again, a faint blush spreading over your cheeks.

"I thought you liked when I teased you, pretty girl." You hated the smug smirk painted across his cheeks, but the thing you hated the most was that he was right. You loved the teasing, the degradation, the humiliation, the praise. He knew just how to get you hot and bothered, so much so that you couldn't help but snap at him. You know he did those kinds of things on purpose just you'd give him an attitude and he'd get to punish you. But if you were being honest . . . it turned you on.

"Just - please."

"Please what?" He asked with innocent eyes, rolling his hips up harder but keeping the bulge in his jeans pressed against you this time.

You groaned loudly, clawing at his back. "Not - not fair."

"What's not fair? This?" He rolled his hips upwards against, drawing another moan from your lips.

"N-no, stop -"

He let out a mock sigh of disappointment and began to draw away. "All right, I'll stop, if that's what you really want."

"No!" You exclaimed loudly, grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards you. "Don't leave . . . please."

You wanted to smack that stupid little grin off of his face, but then he dropped his knee between your thighs and the words you had wanted to speak suddenly left your lips. He glanced down at your pajama pants, toying with the waistband teasingly.

"Say the words then."

"What?" You responded with furrowed brows.

"Say, 'Billy, I want you to fuck me.'" His eyes bore into yours - the sweet chocolate now turned to charcoal black. He loved the effect he had on you, he loved messing around with you. Especially when you got all flustered and embaressed like this. "Come on, say it. I know you can, sweetheart."

You paused. "Billy, I -"

The doorbell rang, followed by the sounds of giggles. Your friends all shouted your name and dissolved into another bought of laughter. You glanced back towards Billy, torn about what to do.

He pulled away with a gentle sigh, planting a final kiss to your forehead. "We'll pick this up another time, yeah?" Desperate sex with Billy was always good, at least, you thought.

You held onto his hand for a few more seconss before it slipped away as he walked backwards towards the stairs. He must have crawled inside your bedroom window like he usually does. "Okay. I'll call you in the morning?"

He grinned. "Sounds good, sweetheart. I'll pick you up, too."

The doorbell rang thrice more, your friends yeling at you to come answer the door. Billy grinned and departed up the stairs, but not before grabbing his shirt on the way out. You picked up your own shirt from where it had been discarded on the floor and pulled it on as you approached the front door.

Your friends greeted you enthusiastically as they entered your house and while they were all excitedly chattering about the movies you selected, you could only think of Billy, stupid, seductive Billy.

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𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜: 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚜/𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎), 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛

✨𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 : 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚡𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚞 𝚢𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚘, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘, 𝚓𝚓𝚋𝚊, 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝟸𝟸𝟷: 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚔𝟾 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕

✨𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊: 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢, 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚡, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚓𝚞 𝚗𝚘. 𝟾, 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝

📺 • 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚓𝚘𝚓𝚘’𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟼, 𝚣𝚘𝚖 𝟷𝟶𝟶, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎

🎧 • 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚙 • 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚖 • 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 • 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 • 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

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cherry pie 🥧 (full fics)

cherry soda 🥤 (drabbles)

cherry candy 🍬 (commissions + asks requests)

cherry stems 🌹 (miscellaneous)

🦋fics and things🦋

attack on titan ⚔️

eren jaeger 🤍

reverb masterlist

chapter one 🥧

chapter two 🥧

chapter three 🥧

chapter four 🥧

chapter five 🥧

chapter six 🥧

chapter seven🥧

chapter eight 🥧

chapter nine 🥧

other fics

the roommate 🍬

househusband eren 🥤

containment 🥤

blow me like a candle 🥧

“I can hear my dead homies sing..”

anxiety 🥧

sing for me 🥧

the video 🥤

the video part two 🥤

venetian nights 🥧

make a movie 🥧

fuck me like you hate me 🥧

making you squirt 🥤

sweetest release 🥤

friends like these 🥧🍬

everything you got 🥧🍬

“move your hand” 🥤🍬

fuck you and your bestie (w/armin)

armin artlert

pretty doll 🥧

love drugs 🥤

who's soft now? 🥤

pretty when you cry 🥤

tell me you love me 🥤

work boyfriend 🥤

hershey kisses 🥤

pan bestie!armin 🥤🍬

bed time 🥤

all of this love is toxic…

how he apologizes 🥤

suck me up 🥤🍬

you forgive me? 🥤🍬

reiner braun

rodeo 🥧

splash waterfalls 🥤

then and now 🥤

peppermint kisses 🥧

juicy 🥤

football player x nerd reader 🥤

the winning team 🥧🍬

unwrapped 🥧

buckle bunny 🥤

sing me a lullaby, my sweet temptation 🥧

bake it 🥤

affirmations 🥤

connie springer

when I pull up 🥧

swisher sweet 🥧

make it home 🥧🍬

levi ackerman

sugar, sugar 🥧

filthy 🥤

jean kirschtein

stretch you out 🥤

do you better, make it worse 🥧

rockstar!jean x assistant!reader 🥤

mikasa ackerman

little story 🥤

nail tech 🥤

your boyfriend’s not my business 🥤

nail tech moodboard 🌹

drug dealer!mika 🥤

super freaky girl 🥤

in love with a goth girl 🥤🍬

a day at the salon 🥤🍬

subby mikasa 🥤

random works

let me take you out 🥤🌹

reverb struggle tweets 🌹

ej and y/n’s moodboard 🌹

reverb struggle tweets • part two: real men 🌹

reverb struggle tweets • part three: the early days 🌹

cousins eren and reiner 🥤

jujutsu kaisen ✨

satoru gojo

one call away 🥧

nanami kento

unspoken words 🥧

bad day 🥧

lawyer!nanami 🥤

face to face 🥧

choso kamo

let it snow 🥧

come thru 🥧🍬

hunterxhunter

late night tip 🥧

blackest rose always blooms • pt. one 🥤

HBIC • Phinks 🥧🍬

extra incentive • chrollo lucifer 🥧🍬

haikyuu 🏐

after hours • keishin ukai 🥧

your biggest fan • aran oijiro 🥧

my trophy • kotaro bokuto 🥧

tokyo revengers ⏰

church • taiju shiba 🥧

random works

make it last • mohammad avdol 🌹🥧

kinktober • portgas d. ace 🌹🥧

kinktober • captain smoker 🌹🥧

men who moan • insert imagine 🌹🥤

talk to me • insert imagine 🌹🥤

silver foxes • insert imagine 🌹🥤

on the menu • kyojuro rengoku 🌹🥤

KINKTOBER 2023

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reiner • foot play 🌹

one piece 🏴‍☠️

free smoke • portgas d. ace