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The Nico di Angelo smut fic so good I need another 😔💥🗣

tysmmm bbg <3333 i’ll let yalls know when i enter another emo boy phase … but IF i do write another fic maaaybe it’s gonna be a threesome with an additional percy jackson

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SUMMARY Submissive and needy Clark ❀

WARNINGS/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of fingering, groping, you two do it in the news room in school, subby Clark

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“Hnngh – fuck, we can’t be doing this right now,” Clark gasps, his breath stuttering as you push him up against the wall of the news room. His face is pink, his pupils blown wide and a slutty look on his face. You have both of your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the wooden floor. and his mouth is slightly agape as he stares up at you with wide, needy eyes.

You giggle as you nip at his neck. “That’s why you have to be quiet, pretty boy.”

He’s just so responsive, moaning and whimpering, a hand clasped over his mouth in a futile attempt to stifle how loud he is. 

“Nnngh, need you right now. Please.” His hand slides down to grab at the plush of your ass. You bite back a groan when his fingers trail downwards, pushing your panties aside and sliding his thick long fingers right into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” He leans forward, capturing your lips in his as he greedily kisses you and swallowing your moans. “So gorgeous. My girl.” His fingers curl at these words, deliciously hitting and pressing against your sweet spot.

You let out a sharp gasp as the sensation makes your knees buckle. He’s quick to notice, grabbing your hips with his other unoccupied hand and holding you in place and he continues to fuck his fingers into your cunt.

It’s obscene, with the loudness of the wet squelching sounds that your needy pussy makes for him, the plap plap plap sounds that echo across the room.

And him — a fucked-out expression on his face as he stares up with you. His eyes follow every movement, every reaction that he draws out from you, like the needy greedy bunny that he is.

He looks at you like it’s taking all his willpower to hold himself back.

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SYNOPSIS Clark gets jealous and possessive when you come home late because you were out with your guy friend. ✶⋆.˚

(So he makes you call him whilst he fucks you.)

WARNING/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of phone sex, jealous/ possessive sex, pwp, fingering, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, mean Clark, red kryptonite Clark. 1K words

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“You’re home late.”

You nearly drop your purse. Whipping around, you see your boyfriend sitting with his arms crossed and manspreading on the couch. His brows knit even further as he takes in the skimpy little outfit that you’re currently wearing.

“Sorry,” you hastily apologise as you cross the room. But he stands, dwarfing you instantly as he slowly walks towards you, backing you up against the wall.

“No texts, no calls,” Clark says quietly, as he tips his head towards you to look you square in the eyes. “Whilst you’re just out there having fun with your guy friend.”

Pink creeps into your cheeks. “You know I would never do anything with them—”

Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket and you silently curse as you pull out your phone to stare down at the caller ID.

Your guy friend is calling at the worst possible time.

“What? Pick up the phone, darling, don't you need to answer his call?” It’s clear in Clark’s tone that you’re not being asked, you’re being told.

With trembling hands, you answer the phone.

“Hey,” Your friend says cheerily from the other side of the phone. “Did you get home safe?”

You wince at his choice of words. Looking back at Clark, he’s sliding down to his knees in front of you, hands firmly planted around your waist as his eyes are level with your core. You look down at him, and he simply looks back at you challengingly.

“Go on.” He says, quiet enough so that your guy friend doesn’t hear him. He stares straight up at you as his hands push up the material of your skirt, bunching it around your waist.

You try to collect yourself as you continue talking to your friend. “Yes, of course! You don’t have to—”

Clark pushes your panties to the side, his warm breath ghosting over your exposed cunt. Already, you can feel arousal dripping at your core.

“ —worry about me — nnngh!”

Without warning, Clark latches onto your dripping pussy. His tongue feels hot against your clit, as he swirls it around like a lollipop. A soft gasp escapes your lips as your body arches instinctively into his touch.

“Are you okay?” Genuine worry creeps into your friend’s voice. Biting your lip, you look down at Clark pleadingly. He just smirks back up at you, and you can feel his smirk against your sensitive little nub. “Yeah … so, um … why are you calling me?”

“Oh yeah. I was actually wondering if I could come over to your place for a short while, you know? I thought we had alot of fun just now and…”

Clark’s finger slips into your pussy and you moan out loud before you can even stop yourself, his thick, long fingers deliciously stretching out your tight walls.

If your earlier groans slipped by unnoticed, this one is unmistakable. Fuck. Your friend definitely heard it. So Clark just pulls the phone out of your hands, standing to his full height as he manhandles you against the wall, your tits pressed up against the cool surface.

“You wanna come over, huh?” He says into the phone. You hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and then his length is pressing up against your ass, sliding down a little to rub against your swollen clit.

And then he’s pushing his hard cock into your dripping wet pussy, rubbing against that sweet spot of yours that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

All whilst he’s holding the speaker of the phone to where your hips connect.

The wet plap plap plap sounds are obscene everytime he drives his cock into you. Clark just laughs meanly, as he grabs onto your hips to thrust harder into you. You’re a moaning mess, drunk on his cock, drunk on how good he makes your cunt feel.

“Maybe you can come over to watch. How’s that sound?” Clark muses into the phone, momentarily pulling back his hips just to snap harder into you, his balls slapping against your clit.

You let out another moan as you feel a delicious pressure building in your core. Clark senses it too, with the way you’re tightening around his length, and he hangs up, tossing the phone to the side as he picks you up like you weigh nothing and lays you down onto the couch, all whilst his length is still buried deep inside of you.

“Close, huh?” His tone is condescending, mean as he thrusts into you once more. A hand reaches out to brush the hair out of your eyes and the other slides down to thumb at your clit. You nod desperately, as you feel the pressure reach a tipping point.

“Then cum for me. Cum on my cock because no one can make you feel as good as I do.”

You let out a cry as your body spasms around him. You come hard and with his name on your tongue. Clark fucks you through the orgasm, rubbing tight little circles into your throbbing clit. He leans down to kiss you.

“So good,” he groans, as he reaches his own high, warm cum spurting out and filling your cunt. Clark fucks his cum into you as he kisses you, his soft hot lips fighting against yours. And when he pulls out, he reaches down to press against your entrance, as if he’s trying to prevent his cum from leaking out. You let out a little yelp from the sensitivity.

Realisation finally dawns on you. “Clark… you just… in front of my friend…”

Clark’s eyes narrow. “Looks like you haven’t learnt your lesson yet, huh? Do I need to teach you another?”

Already, his lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking hickeys onto the most revealing, obvious parts of your neck. His hand slides down your body once more to cup at your pussy, completely covering your pussy with how big his hand is.

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SYNOPSIS AU in which Zayne becomes your mental health psychiatrist

WARNINGS/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of riding, office sex, slight angst, slight fluff and comfort, no proofread, talks about mental wellbeing

A/N This is only a slight deviation from the actual story but yea I hope you enjoy <3 Also my first time writing a full Zayne fic

Psychiatrist!Zayne who meets you the first time for your mental illness diagnosis. He doesn’t press, just listens to your troubles and silently takes down notes. You’ve never opened up as much as you have to this handsome doctor you just met an hour ago, never felt as vulnerable and comfortable. He senses your distress, and when you start choking up a little he reaches over to rest his hand on top of yours. His eyes are surprisingly gentle up close, even behind the pair of glasses, and his touch is soothing, like tasty sleep syrup or a warm blanket.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who meets you for your second checkup to run some tests. When he pulls out a small packet for a blood test, you instantly tense up. Truth is, you despise blood tests. Zayne notices this too, his watchful eyes scanning the way your body reacts as his glasses slip a little lower on his nose bridge. “Scared?” You nod numbly. Without a second word, Zayne slips his hand into yours, slender fingers threading through yours. You stare at him, surprised, but before you can say anything, he’s already pulling away with a vial full of your own blood. That’s when you notice the single bead of blood ebbing out of your little wound and the slight sting that follows. Zayne holds up your arm as he carefully applies a plaster on you. You look at him, eyes wide. Maybe Zayne only did that to distract you or … so as to comfort you, despite his usual stern and calm composure.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who calls you on a Sunday night. You pick up, surprised when you hear his voice on the other end. “Doctor Li?” “Apologies for calling so late, but the results for your report just came out…” And so you two start talking about the diagnosis, the tests, and finally you start berating him about the antic he pulled on you when he was taking your blood test. “It worked, didn’t it?” You could almost detect a hint of amusement in his usual stern tone and you scowl. “You hold all of your patients’ hands?” You demand into the phone. “Nope, only the ones whose heart rate spikes when I’m checking their heartbeat.” Your jaw drops and you’re relieved that he can’t see the gobsmacked look on your face right now. “Well, I’m always like that around doctors.” You reply indignantly and Zayne has the audacity to actually laugh. And before you know it … you two are talking into the night, with your phone rested on the bed and you lying on your stomach. You try to fight your drowsiness, but eventually your eyelids grow too heavy and you’re pulled into a deep sleep.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who doesn’t hang up even after you fall asleep. You wake up, your face still smushed into the side of your pillow, and that’s when you notice your glowing screen. Scrambling onto your feet, you accidentally knock your phone to the ground. There’s a short pause from Zayne’s side before he speaks, “Snoring can actually be caused by nasal congestion, poor sleep position—” “I don’t snore!” You protest, your face burning. Zayne lets out a disbelieving “huh” which you choose to ignore.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who starts calling you every night. At first, it’s to talk about your reports, but it always ends up spiralling into late night calls. One night, when things get really bad, your fingers trembling on your screen as you press the first contact that appears on your list – the one that says last call at 8am – Zayne answers in a few rings. “Sorry, give me a moment. I have an analysis that’s due tomorrow.” “Okay,” you say, but Zayne instantly notices the way your voice is trembling. Your quiet sniffles. He notices something is wrong. “Hey,” he says, his voice soft but urgent. Something in you breaks at that, and then you’re full on crying as wave after wave of tears leak out of your stinging eyes. “I’m coming over.” You don’t want to trouble him, and you try to tell him that through your tears, but he has already hung up.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who’s at your doorstep in minutes. You open the door, to see him in his dark coat, his raven hair slightly mussed from the wind and from the hurry. He doesn’t say a further word before he pulls you into a hug. His body feels so firm and steady against yours, and it calms you down a little, you think a hug from him can cure millions, as he gently leads you into your own house, shutting the door behind you two as he pulls you down onto the couch. You two just lay there, with his arms wrapped securely around you, stroking your hair gently as he whispers words of comfort into your ear. And you just cry, your face buried into the soft material of his large coat. When you fall asleep this time, you’re not separated by distance.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who gets a little flustered the next time you meet him in his office. You find it funny, a whole 6’1” man who can’t hold your eye contact before his face starts turning a little pink. “I’m trying to stay professional here,” he finally bursts out, fingers tightly gripping his clipboard. “So if you can stop looking at me like that…” “Like what?” You wonder out loud. “Maybe I need more than just emotional support.” “And what are you trying to imply?” He draws closer to you, backing you up against the wall. “Tell me.” You don’t reply, just stare silently at his lips. And when they finally brush up against your own lips, you kiss him back hungrily until you two are just making out against his wall. He grabs you by your waist, hoists you up onto the medical bed, and goes right back to kissing you, a hand holding your face and the other still wrapped around your waist. When he slips a tongue into your mouth, you let out a moan, and instantly you feel something harden, pressing into your aching heat.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who makes you ride him in his own office, your body bouncing up and down as you repeatedly sink back onto his rock hard cock which rubs deliciously against your sweet spot. You’re whimpering, hands gripping his firm broad shoulders for support, and Zayne just watches you ride his cock, a slightly fucked out expression on his face. When your thighs start burning, and your pace starts slowing, Zayne simply grabs onto your hips and pulls you back down to meet his thrusts, using you like some sort of fleshlight, and the thought of that sends you over the edge, your clit catching onto his crotch and rubbing against it as you’re pulled down on his length once more. You come so hard you practically see stars. Zayne easingly lifts you off his cock, still rock hard and tip leaking, so you reach over, hands curling into a fist as you glide your hand up and down his length. Zayne groans your name as spurts of white shoot out from his length. “God,” he gasps, his cock still pulsating and throbbing around your hand. “More than emotional support, huh?”

Psychiatrist!Zayne who has a slightly dazed look in his eyes for the rest of the day. When his colleagues ask him about the strange noises coming from his office, Zayne pretends to be confused. “Must be the wind,” he says lightly.

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i rarely find real men hot but

SMALLVILLE 4.14 | Krypto

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sex with caleb and your entire body just smells like him afterwards, it’s so intoxicating and you can’t seem to get rid of his scent no matter how hard you try to wash it off, probably because he purposely made sure to fuck his scent into you, brand you so that you will always be reminded that he fucked you so good

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SYNOPSIS Cute movie date with Caleb where you drag him into a photobooth afterwards ⋆˙⟡♡

TAGS DAA academy setting, tooth rotting fluff, it gets a little heated, Caleb won’t stop kissing you in the photobooth, Caleb shows he’s taken afterwards. 1.1K words

A/N Back with another wholesome fluffy Caleb fic (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

When Caleb had asked you to the movies with him, you were practically giddy with delight and excitement.

He was almost shy when he asked you out, with a hand carding through his hair and a shy expression on his face, his lips quirked into a small smile when he dropped the question.

“Hey… are you free on Sunday? Because I’d really love to take you out to the movies.” He dips his head down to level your faces, palms on the desk as he leans his body towards you.

Yes yes yes yes absolutely!! Your mind screams, but you just coolly smile back at him.

“Yes I wouldn’t mind.” You reply with an air of casualness, putting on a nonchalant facade. Caleb just grins and laughs in your face.

“Don’t be late, pips.” He gently flicks your forehead and quickly runs off to catch up with his friends.

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Sunday rolls around and you find yourself sitting beside the cutest boy ever, a bucket of caramel popcorn on your lap and Caleb whispering nonsense into your ear and cracking jokes at the main character’s expense.

Caleb, it turns out, is the most hyperactive, ADHD person you’ve ever had to watch a movie with. And it surprises you that you find it so endearing, the way he keeps on looking at you at the funny scenes or how he keeps on getting distracted by you, his hand that’s about to feed a popcorn into his mouth frozen midair as he looks at you like you’re a greek goddess.

“Caleb — you’re so loud, ugh,” you gripe, pretending to be annoyed.

“And your hands are freezing.” Caleb’s warm hand slides into yours. It feels so natural you’re taken aback and blushing a little at his move.

Caleb’s hand is still in yours when the movie ends and you two shuffle out of the cinema. Neither of you bring this up as Caleb uses it to drag you around the mall. You’re a little scared to eye anything longer than a few seconds or Caleb will try to get it for you.

“This mall is massive — ohmygod a photobooth!” You suddenly squeal, failing to contain your excitement as you lug him towards the colourful cubicle. Caleb holds his stomach in laughter, his eyes twinkling as he looks at you with amusement.

“Really? This is what catches your eye?”

“Shut up and get in.” You’re haughty as you shove him into the space and swing the curtains shut. Caleb is pushed onto the seat, his eyes wide and staring up at you as you loom over him. He quickly stops and turns to study the screen in front of him, which displays the filter and photo frame options.

“Hmm.” Caleb’s fingers press away at the screen whilst you’re looking over at the assortment of props.

“Caleb, don’t mess — “ The buttons start blinking before you can even finish your sentence.

“Caleb!” Already, the timer on the screen is going off. 15, 14, 13 seconds… You groan as you quickly position yourself in place, in front of the camera. “I haven’t even thought about our poses yet!” You complain, hurriedly jamming an apple headband onto his head.

“We’ll be fiiiine…”

The first picture is normal enough: Caleb giving you the classic bunny ears.

The camera shuttle goes off and you’re given the countdown for the second picture.

“What pose should we — “ You begin, but Caleb already has plans, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him.

“Smile.” Caleb tells you under his breath, his breath warm on your neck.

The screen mirrors the sight: Caleb nuzzling up to you and you looking caught off guard, surprised maybe.

So why is your heart pounding in your chest right now?

Caleb doesn’t pull away for the third picture. Instead, he’s angling his head towards you.

“I think this pose will look good.” With that, he leans forward to kiss your cheek, his arms still resting around your shoulders. A tingling sensation radiates from where his lips meet your skin, and your face feels so hot you’re certain Caleb can feel it too.

The shuttle goes off and you instantly pull away from him to punch him on his shoulder.

“Caleb! Give me a warning next time before you do things like these!” You huff, flustered and embarrassed.

“Do things like what? We’ve done worse.”

“Oh my god!” You grab him by the shoulders and shake him, but Caleb just seizes this opportunity once more to swoop in and kiss you once more. On the lips.

Caleb pulls away after a fraction of a second, but you pull him right back in and kiss him back.

If he’s going to act like a tease, so will you.

Caleb’s body jolts slightly at your touch, but he’s instantly kissing you back like a starving man.

When you groan softly, he uses this opportunity to slip his tongue in, pushing you harder up against the wall as you two make out.

You try to gain a sense of your composure, but you can’t stop getting drunk off on his soft, sweet lips.

You two don’t even realise it when the camera clicks.

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You’re about to enter class when you see a group of girls come out, shoulders slouched and moping looks on their faces. Curiously, you peek your head in.

Caleb’s standing there, holding his phone in his hand as he talks to Gideon, arms crossed and leaning casually against the desk. He instantly lights up when he spots you from the doorway.

“Hey! I was just about to show Gideon a funny cat video. Wanna see?” He lifts up his phone, and as you approach him, the back of his clear phone case becomes a little more visible — the phone case reflecting light off of the photobooth pictures.

The first frame being the one where Caleb is kissing you on the cheek, arms wrapped around you, whilst you’re just looking aloof and flustered. It’s incredibly wholesome compared to the second frame — you being pressed up against the wall by him, lips glued to yours.

The photo so clearly captures what you two were in the middle of doing, with the way his hand is entangled in your hair and other grasping at your waist.

You look back up at him, mouth open in shock.

“Caleb…” You say slowly. “Your phone case…”

“What?” Caleb looks genuinely confused. “I need to show the other girls that I’m already taken.”

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being a subtle caleb girlie is wearing all the apple accessories 🍎

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✶ STAR WARS ✶

MDNI 18+, nsfw themes ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ ...and I will only be posting the fics that I like on here ‎♡‧₊˚ requests are open

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Anakin Skywalker

୨୧ Dilf!Anakin shows his affection for you

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PAIRING Dilf!Anakin x Fem reader

SYNOPSIS Anakin being your father's best friend often visited and spoiled you with his gifts and affection. So when he saw you in the kitchen one night, in your skimpy little outfit and your drink spilled all over your tits exposing you further, coupled with him being tipsy, he no longer held himself back. ୨୧₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹

WARNING/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of oral, cunnilingus, praise kink, clit fixation, legal age gap, face sitting, tits fixation, slight use of alcohol. 1.5K words

Dilf!Anakin always had a soft spot for you. Being your best friend’s dad and your next door neighbour, he often came over for dinner, with your dad and his group of friends.

The thing was, he treated you so well. Secretly buying you that latest lip gloss product your parents had outright refused to, listening and gently stroking your hair as you cried your heart out to him about how your latest boyfriend had broken up with you. Holding your hair back as you threw up into the sink when you got drunk for the first time. 

He had always been there for you.

It was another boy’s night. You were in the kitchen, helping yourself to a glass of strawberry milk. Anakin came in, and your eyes instantly lit up at the sight of him.

“Anakin!” you squealed, rushing forward and throwing your arms around him. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” you pulled back and looked up at him, eyes wide and lips drawn into a subtle pout.

A flicker of amusement crossed his face at the sight of your face, (and gods you were so perfect for him) his smile creasing the corners  of his shimmering blue eyes. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air and you frowned, peering up at him suspiciously.

“Anakin, have you been drinking again?” You prodded at his chest, fingers pressing into the material of his shirt and the firmness of his well built-chest, and Anakin just laughed, catching your wrist around his own hand, which easily wrapped around yours in a gentle yet firm grip. 

“I haven’t had a drink in awhile,” he simply replied, as he ruffled your hair with a sheltering affection, his other hand sliding and tangling into your soft locks. “I missed you. You doing alright?” His speech was slurred ever so slightly but he maintained his usual steady and unyielding composure. The tips of his ears were red. He was drunk.

“Of course!” you chirped up, as you started going off about what you had recently been up to. Anakin just listened, occasionally laughing and nodding along at certain junctions of your story. He had always been a good listener, even when drunk.

But the intoxicating nectar was slithering its way to Anakin’s brain. They did something to his thoughts as they infused into his blood, and into the darkest corners of his mind, pulling and bringing out the lustful thoughts of you that he had always kept so nicely buried when he was sober. 

It didn’t help matters when you were dressed in nothing but a flimsy tank top and shorts that clung so tightly to your frame it barely left anything to the imagination–

You shifted slightly mid speech, and Anakin’s eyes instantly dropped to your chest before his mind could even catch up — Your tits were all pressed up and nudging against his abdomen, nipples all perked up and peeking through your top – the sensation instantly sent blood rushing straight to his crotch. 

Anakin’s breath hitched, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white. Fuck. He couldn’t have done anything to stop the rising tent in his pants. And yet you chatted on, utterly oblivious to the feel of something large and stiff pressing against your core . 

“ –one last thing, there’s this new friend I want you to see –” You turn around to grab at your glass of milk, but you overstretched, and it tipped over. You let out a yelp as the sweet liquid poured down your front. “Oh!”

“It’s all good,” Anakin said, as he hurriedly grabbed a clean towel. His eyes moved down once more – you might have as well not worn anything with how transparent your wet shirt was – and it was unmistakable in how his pupils were blown so wide, jaw clenched so tight as it took all his willpower for his drunken self to hold back, to bend your slutty waist over the kitchen counter and fuck you so hard that your sweet cunt would be absolutely molded for his aching hard cock. 

“Anakin,” you whined, chewing your lips in distress. “It’s going to stain my tank top, ugh.”

“I’ll just get you a new one, don’t worry about it princess.” Anakin replied dismissively, as he gently pressed the towel over your torso and gently moved back and forth, trying to get the most of the pink liquid out of your shirt.

He was only trying to help clean you up, that’s all. Like he always did. There was nothing improper about it, right? 

His fingers skimmed right over your sensitive bud. Instinctively, your body arched into his touch, the sensation spreading through your body and going straight to your core. What was this feeling?

“Anakin, haah, that feels weird,” you panted, looking up at him through your lashes. And gods, you had no idea what you were doing to Anakin. You were practically begging to be fucked, with the way you looked at him.

So could you blame him when he pressed his fingers harder into your hardening nipples? 

A moan uncontrollably slipped out of your lips as your hands scrambled for the wall behind you. Anakin simply followed your movements, backing you up, pushing your body right up against the wall as his hand gripped onto your waist, fingers digging into your soft flesh. His breathing was laboured as he looked down at you, mouth hung open as his eyes reflected the internal war going on inside of his mind. His friend or his friend’s daughter?

So when you had showed him upstairs, brought him into your room whilst you held his hand and pulled him through the doorway, the ounce of self control he had left in him instantly dissolved as he pushed you onto your own bed, climbing on top of you with his legs on both sides of yours, caging you in as he finally pressed his lips up against yours. 

You could barely make out the taste of alcohol, he just tasted so sweet it made you giddy. You moaned softly into the kiss, and he took this opportunity to slip his tongue in, you two were devouring each other, with his tongue practically fucking your mouth and large strong hands groping and squeezing away at your soft plump tits, which made your panties grow wetter by the second.

“God. You’re so good. What a gorgeous girl.” He pulled away, panting softly as he looked at you with an expression of pure, unfiltered need. Grabbing onto your waist, he pulled you right over his face in a smooth, effortless motion. You let out a soft yelp.

“Anakin — what are you doing —?”

“What does it look like, sweet girl? I want you to sit on my face.” Already, he was pulling your soaked panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off as he took in the gorgeous sight above his face.

“Mm, let me make you feel good.”

His tongue tentatively flicked at your pussy. It came into contact right into your sensitive little nub, and you let out a broken moan, uncontrollably bucking into his tongue. Anakin hummed contentedly against your clit, as he used his hands that were gripping your waist to guide you to ride his tongue.

Your body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you, all radiating from Anakin’s tongue. It was filthy, the wet noises that his mouth made against your sopping cunt and how much you were moaning, crying his name, pleading for more as you neared your high. 

“Anakin — cumming!” You had little time to warn Anakin as your orgasm crashed through your body like a tidal wave. Your body trembled from the sheer force of it — and Anakin, pulling you further down onto his tongue, keeping you in place as he made sure to completely milk your orgasm until you were left shaking and overstimulated. 

“So good for me, my girl.” Anakin finally released his grasp around your waist as you collapsed into a trembling heap beside him. Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he gently brushed the hair out of your eyes as he took you into his arms, pulling you close to his chest as your ears pressed up against his steady heartbeat. 

“You did so well. I’m proud of you.”

Your face burned at his words. You pulled back to look at his face. He was sobering up, and he was still looking at you with that tenderly affection. Your hand tentatively slid down to cup at his hard-on.

“L-let me make you feel good too.” You tried to sound confident, despite being so embarrassingly inexperienced. Anakin just shook his head. Him and his old fashioned, gentlemanly ways, how could he let you pleasure him when this was your first time being intimate together?

“Next time, darling.” He pressed soft kisses onto your cheek and you whined needily. “Let me clean you up now…”

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listen to as long as you are mine from wicked and think about mc and caleb

it’s a very lovey dovey kind of caleb vibe 🙂‍↕️ but i’m an angel by massive attack kind of caleb vibe

thank you for the song recommendation though <33

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WARNINGS/ TAGS: suggestive content for some, fluff and crack

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°˖➴ SYLUS

You’re on a date with the Onychinus leader when you spot Tara from just a few meters away. Her eyes widen in surprise when she spots your familiar face.

Waving at you eagerly, she calls out, “Hey Mc! Where are you headed?”

“Oh…just going for a late night walk with my friend.” You reply casually.

Sylus’s eyebrows lift. “‘Friend’? But that wasn’t what you were calling me last night —”

Your face instantly turns pink and you have to elbow him in the ribs to get him to stop. Sylus shuts up, but he’s looking down at you with a smirk.

“Sorry, I meant my boyfriend.” You say hastily as you shoot Sylus a dirty look. He just nods his head along in agreement, obviously pleased with himself.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs under his breath.

“What did you just say?!”

“Nothing.”

°˖➴ CALEB

You and Caleb are eating at a restaurant when Tara comes up to you two.

“Hey Mc! I haven’t seen you in a while." She asks as she curiously looks Caleb up and down. "Is this your boyfriend?"

“Nope, just a friend.”

Caleb’s fork freezes mid-air. Tara smiles at him and when Caleb grins back, his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You laugh nervously, the look on Caleb’s face scaring you a little. Have you gone too far?

You get your answer when you feel his hand under the table, bunching up your skirt and sliding his large palm up your thigh. It stops dangerously close to your aching core. You look over at him and Caleb continues to smile sweetly as if nothing has happened.

“I don’t think she meant that. Could you correct yourself, love?”

“Caleb’s my fri–”

Caleb’s fingers ghost and glide right over the waistband of your panties and you instantly snap your mouth shut and switch up your sentence.

“ – end and my boyfriend! We have been dating for months, actually.” You look at Caleb with pleading eyes, but he gives his head a slight shake. He wants to hear more.

“I really, really love him, and will never leave him.” You continue to ramble on. Caleb smiles, genuinely this time, and his hand finally leaves your thighs. You huff quietly at the loss of his touch as Tara continues to look on, silently wondering whether you’re being held at gunpoint.

°˖➴ RAFAYEL

You’re chatting with Thomas when you feel Rafayel’s hands grabbing your waist from behind.

“Oh, my friend’s here,” you giggle, turning slightly to see Rafayel frowning at you, his eyes all sad, soft lips curving downwards. You pull him in affectionately, but Rafayel is shoving you away. The nerve!

“Oh yeah, friend. So what are you doing in my house, my friend?” He says haughtily, squinting at you. You stop smiling. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“It’s a joke!” You whine, grabbing his arm. He lets you hold him whilst he harrumphs indignantly.

“Fine, I’m sorry. My boyfriend! My glorious king!”

“You must be high. We’re just friends, no?” He tilts his head at you. You let out a groan.

“Rafayeeeeel!”

“Yes, my friend?”

You look over at him in exasperation, not sure whether to kiss him or hit him right now.

°˖➴ ZAYNE (he is too employed for this)

You’re talking to Tara when Zayne enters the room, walking up to stand by your side.

“My friend’s here to pick me up now, gotta go —”

“Wait, friend?” Zayne genuinely looks perplexed as he turns to look at you questioningly. “But we’re more than that.”

You feign confusion. “What are you talking about? We’re just friends.”

Zayne just lets out a sigh when he realises that you’re just trying to play him. “No, we are dating. Now move along.” He says, as if he’s picking up an obnoxious child from daycare. He slips his hand into yours, entwining your fingers together as he gently pulls you closer to him.

“We’ve been dating for seven months, by the way.” He informs Tara with a seriousness that makes you want to burst out laughing. “She’s a gorgeous, awesome girlfriend, but she loves to make absurd jokes such as that we are just friends.”

You’re trying to contain your giggles as Zayne hurries you along, his hand still in yours.

°˖➴ XAVIER

“Oh hey Xavier! Who’s the person standing next to you? I’ve never seen her before.” Jeremiah says cheerily as he waves at you two.

You introduce yourself to him. “Hi! I’m Mc. Xavier’s my friend.”

The effect is immediate. Instantly, Xavier’s smile falters and his sunny attitude dissipates altogether.

Sensing the sudden mood change, you look at him, confused. “Xavier? Are you okay?”

“Yep.” But Xavier already has an arm sliding across your chest, locking and pulling you back up against his body as he dips his head down to rest it on your shoulder. His breath is warm against your neck. “Just hanging out with my friend.”

Jeremiah’s face mirrors the confused look on yours.

“But then…why are you standing so close to her?”

“What?” Xavier’s eyes are all wide and innocent. “Isn’t this what friends do all the time?”

The look on Jeremiah’s face is beyond priceless. You hastily pull Xavier away before things can escalate and traumatise Jeremiah further.

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SUMMARY: Famous basketball player Caleb headcannons °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

WARNINGS/TAGS: MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of p in v sex, you’re his cardio lmao, slight exhibitionism, multiple orgasms and overstim, titsplay, fluff

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Basketballplayer!Caleb who’s proud to show off his amazing, gorgeous girlfriend. He’s just so smitten with you, which is evident in how the paparazzi has zillions of photos of him just looking so in love and gazing at you with adoring eyes whilst holding your hand from across the table in cafes and restaurants.

Basketballplayer!Caleb who uses you for his workouts. He simply loves to show off how strong and capable he is, insisting that he needs to lift you like a dumbbell for his reps, in order to train for his competitions. He loves it when you get on top of him during his push ups. You’re giggling as you lay on him, stomach flat against his strong back, your arms firmly wrapped around his neck as Caleb’s body dips down once more for his nth-consecutive push up.

Caleb’s groaning your name in between push ups, sweat rolling down his face and over the bulging muscles on his arms. You grin, guiding his dog tag up to his lips, and Caleb obediently bites down on it. Ruffling his hair, you whisper teasingly in his ear: “Good boy.” It’s just a joke, but Caleb already has you flipped over, his body hovering right above yours in a “plank position” and face inches away from yours.

“Good boy, huh?” Caleb’s lips brush against your neck, his hands sliding up your shirt to grope at your tits. Arousal pools at the pit of your stomach when his fingers graze over your sensitive buds. “I’ll be good for you all right…”

Basketballplayer!Caleb who makes sure that you’re in every interview of his. Caleb is just so needy his hands need to be on you at all times.

“I just need to say this, but you’re in really good shape!” The reporter gushes, theatrically waving his arms at Caleb’s biceps. His team’s sleeveless jersey really makes his muscles look even more defined than it already is. “Your arms are just so well-built, sir. And your hands! How on earth do you get them like that? For the viewers, of course.”

Caleb laughs good naturedly. He’s just so good and comfortable with the cameras. His arms are wrapped around your shoulders, and he drags you even closer to him. “I have to thank my girl, she helps me with my workouts. And she enjoys my hands too.” He brags, lifting his hands up for all the cameras to see. You nearly choke at his words, ears turning impossibly pink.

Basketballplayer!Caleb who makes sure to get enough “cardio” with you. He has your legs folded, your knees beside the sides of your face as he presses his cock into your tight heat once more.

“Nnngh, Caleb,” you pant, eyes uncontrollably rolling to the back of your head. Your body feels like it’s on fire, with the amount of times Caleb has made you cum on his tongue and cock, you’re incredibly sensitive and overstimulated. Every single time his skin comes into contact with yours it sends a tingling sensation up your spine. “S’ too much.”

“You can take it, pips.” Caleb gently leans forward, pressing soft kisses onto your cheek which is a dramatic contrast as to how hard he is fucking into you right now. “Besides, my competition is in three days. You wouldn’t want me to not get enough cardio, hmm?”

He picks you up off the floor as if you weighed nothing. Holding you up against the ceiling-to-floor window of his apartment, he continues to thrust up into you, his arms wrapped around your knees and keeping them spread for him.

Basketballplayer!Caleb who’s on a winning streak. He’s collecting medals like a squirrel storing nuts for winter, and every single time after a match he comes running off the court to meet you in the stands.The cameras zoom in on you two as he proudly hangs his medal around your neck and takes your face into his hands, kissing you sweetly for all to see. Your legs are wrapped around his torso and when you two finally pull away Caleb lifts you up onto his shoulders. Your friends and his friends are all laughing, shaking their heads at the two lovebirds that you two are.

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your good at writing don't stop

thank you anon <\\\3 not stopping until i turn 80 trust