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stillalivebydemand893 · 18 days ago

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I need to share this i haven't felt like this reading a fanfic in forever AND HOLY FUCK I NEED IT FRAMED

Absolutely MASTERPIECE

heaven sent

authors note: after a month off, i've finally finished my noah piece :) this is my first on tumblr, second one all together (there's one on my ao3). this was a request a friend of mine made a month or so ago, and i'm happy to finally get it out for them. briefly proofread, sorry for any mistakes. as always, enjoy and feedback is appreciated :) my requests are open btw! i'm also working on tag-list, so if you'd like to be added please send me a message :)

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 6.8k

cw/tags: slight friends to lovers, readers first time, realization of ~feelings~, fingering, cunnilingus (noah is a munch), p in v, protected sex (be safe!!!!! wrap it up folks!!!), fluff, maybe slight angst if you really squint, loads of tension, noah being a sweetheart, open ending, 18+ minors do not interact

You stare at Noah’s door, nerves bubbling inside of you. It was silly to be nervous - Noah was your best friend. You’ve lived with him for the last three years, known him even longer, and you’ve asked him plenty of favors in the time you’ve spent with him. However, this time was a lot different.

Navigating your 20’s was something you were still figuring out. Establishing your career, finding a friend group that you trusted, and even dating was all so confusing. You’ve gotten the career down, and you think you got a pretty solid group of friends, but romantic relationships are still something that you can’t seem to get.

You’ve been on dates, that wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was when things got… intimate. You’re embarrassed to say it, but you were still a virgin. It wasn’t like you were waiting for that special someone, it just never happened. You’d either get to that point and chicken out, or never even make it out of the kissing stage. At this point you just wanted it done and over with, but you couldn’t just do it with anyone.

That’s where Noah came in.

You trusted him more than you trusted yourself, you think, and your other friends told you that if you just wanted to get it done and over with, do it with someone you won’t regret.

You don’t think you’d regret Noah.

With a shaky hand you reach up and knock on his door, the music from inside pausing. You hear shuffling and the twist of the doorknob, and there stood Noah. He smiles.

“Didn’t know you were home,” He swings the door open and goes back over to his desk, falling into his chair. “What’s up?”

You don’t move, just stand in the doorway, your nerves intensifying. Shit.

He looks over at you after a moment of silence, and his brows furrow, lips pursing slightly.

“Hello? Everything alright?”

You shake yourself out of your trance and shift on your feet, arms crossing over your chest.

“Can I ask you something?” You bite down on your lip. “Like… a favor?”

Noah’s head tilts. “…What kind of favor?”

“A pretty big one.” You can’t help but smile sheepishly at the way Noah’s eyes narrow at you before his gaze softens, realizing your nerves, and he nods towards his bed. You walk over and sit down without a word.

He rolls his chair over to you as you pull your legs up under yourself, hands laid in your lap, and he reaches for them. You jump at the touch, and he frowns, but he doesn’t let go.

“What’s going on? Is everything alright?” His eyes narrow again. “…Do you need me to fight someone? I’m not really good at that, but I’ll try.”

You can’t help but laugh before dropping your gaze from his, looking down at your hands intertwined together.

"No, no fighting is involved."

"Oh, thank fuck. You know I'm not much of a fighter." You laugh again but it falls short, the nerves resurfacing again. Noah's lips dip into a frown. "Seriously, what's up?"

You pull your hands from his to wipe them against your pants, sighing deeply. How do you even bring this up? You practiced a script in your head for hours before even standing in front of his door, but now that you're in his room, and he's sitting right in front of you, it's like you've forgotten everything you wanted to say.

"You can't laugh." You finally say. "And you can say no. It's... a stupid favor, anyways, but you're one of the few people I wholeheartedly trust, so..." Your words trail off with a shrug and you look up at Noah again, seeing confusion written all over his face.

"You're acting weird again." His head tilts again and you keep in your laughter this time. He looks like a confused puppy. "Did you do something illegal?" His eyes widen a bit as he leans in. "...Are you in trouble? Am I going to be an accomplice? You know I wouldn't do good in jail, dude."

"Oh my god, Noah." Your hands come up to rub at your face, laughter spilling out of you. "I'm not in trouble and no one's going to jail."

"Then what is it? You're acting like it's something crazy."

"Because it is!" You whine, falling back onto his bed. Your eyes stare up at the ceiling, arms resting on either side of your body. "And it's fucking embarrassing."

"I've known you for like 6 years, I think I've seen every embarrassing thing you've done."

You hear his chair squeak and feel the bed dip beside you, but you don't bother looking over. You feel his body, heat radiating off of him, and you suck in a breath at the close proximity. You truly were never bothered by being close to Noah, but ever since you've thought of your silly request, just the thought of touching him has your head reeling. He lays beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. You manage to sneak a glance at him and he's already staring down at you, lips pursed.

"Talk to me."

You pout. "I'm nervous."

"Oh, please." He reaches down to flick at your forehead, and you yelp, eyes slitting into a glare at your friend. "It's just me."

You sigh, gazing back up at the ceiling. "Alright. Just... Please promise not to laugh. And remember you can say no."

"Got it. Now, what is it?"

"So..." You hum, eyes falling shut. "You know how I'm still like... I've never had sex with anyone?"

"Yes." Noah says. "Still shocked, by the way, but I support you. It's not for everyone and we all go at our own pace."

You flush at his words, eyes opening to stare at him again. "Why're you shocked?"

He shrugs. "Just am, but it’s not a bad thing. Like I said everyone goes at their own pace.”

"Right." You clear your throat. "It's not like I don't want to do it, it's just... it's never happened. I think..." Your eyes fall shut again, not being able to look at him anymore. "Anna said I might be one of those people that just need to do it with someone I already know. Someone I trust, so it's not as scary."

"Hm..." Noah shifts next to you. "You could be. That's not really unheard of, a lot of people are more comfortable having sex with someone they're already comfortable with."

"Yeah, right." You suck in a breath. "Well... I've been thinking about it recently. And um..." You reach up and cover your face with your hands, trying to hide the deepening flush to your cheeks. "I was thinking about who I trust enough to do that with and... I trust you more than anyone else. Probably even more than myself."

The silence that follows is almost deafening. You're sure it took him a moment to register his words and you know the second he does, the bed shifting beside you. Noah sits up and you can feel his eyes boring into you, and it makes your skin crawl. You can't pull your hands away from your face, too scared to even look at him.

It was such a crazy thing to throw out there, you knew that. What's the worst he could say? No? Your mind kept replaying that over and over again and yeah, the worst he could say was no. However, you feared that maybe you asking him of this would make things awkward. You knew it wasn't a friendship ending type risky, but it was enough to maybe make the next few weeks stiff and weird.

"Are you..." Noah pauses and you hear him suck in a breath. "Are you asking to have sex with me?"

"God, when you say it like that it sounds so fucking weird."

By better judgement you pull your hands away from your face to look up at Noah, expecting the worse. Though, it's not bad at all actually. He looks confused, definitely, but he doesn't look too uncomfortable. His gaze is still soft as his eyes meet yours.

"Why me?" He sounds shocked, as if there should be a hundred other options before him.

"Well. I live with you, and you're my best friend." You say simply and shrug. "You're also the only person in this world I trust enough to be... vulnerable like that with. For my first time, at least."

He nods, tongue darting out to swipe as his bottom lip and your eyes can't help but follow the movement. Something low in your stomach stirs, heat rushing through you, and you tear your eyes away to gaze into his again.

"You can say no," You remind him quickly, moving to sit up across from him. "It's a crazy favor. I won't take it to heart."

"I..." His words trail off and his lips press together, looking off to the side. "I don't know if we should."

For some reason your heart sinks to your stomach. A part of you knew he would say no and knew that was the worst thing he could say, but there was some other part of you that clung on to the possibility. You just wanted to get it over with and you were hoping that maybe he would help you out... but you still understand his hesitancy.

"Of course, yeah." You nod your head quickly, face heating up again. "I shouldn't have even asked; I don't know what I was thinking."

"No-"

You get up from his bed and rush towards his door. "Forget it, okay? I'm sorry for making it weird."

You don't bother looking back at Noah, slipping out his door and practically running to your room across the hall, shutting your door behind you.

…

Later that night while you were getting ready for bed, Noah slips into your room. You freeze, turning to look at him as he stands in your door frame, wringing his hands in front of him nervously.

“Okay. I thought about it some more.”

You pause. “About what?”

“About… what you asked me.” Your skin heats up at his words and you start to shake your head, but he holds a hand up to stop you. “I’m really fucking flattered that you trust me that much to even consider me a possibility and… and if you still want to, I’ll do it. If it’ll make you happy.”

The silence that follows was brutal. You weren’t sure how to take it, especially with the way Noah was looking at you. He seemed nervous, almost like you had been earlier, and it has something inside of your fluttering. Like a bunch of butterflies had been set free inside your tummy all at once.

You swallow. “What?”

"I don't know, I just." He leans against the doorframe now, arms crossing over his chest. "The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Being vulnerable can be hard, especially during sex, and... part of me wishes my first time was with someone I trusted."

You stay silent, eyeing Noah from across the room and he finally looks up, eyes meeting yours. He gives you a gentle smile and goosebumps rise across your skin.

"Really?" You say dumbly and he laughs.

"Yeah." He shrugs. "I mean, do I regret it? Not really, but I think it would've made the experience better if it had been with someone I trusted and maybe had known longer than a few weeks." He slowly makes his way towards your bed and sits down on it, patting the spot next to him. Your feet move before you can even think, settling down next to him. "I also want your first time to be good. I know too many people whose first times were shitty, and I don't want that for you. If... if it's with me, I'll be able to make sure you're enjoying it, and not just doing it to say you did."

You notice the subtle flush on his cheeks, and you can't help but smile.

"I just need to know that this is really what you want because there's no going back after this."

He reaches out to place a hand against your thigh, and you know it was supposed to be soothing, but the burning feeling it left against you was almost too much to handle. You nod quickly, eyes never leaving his.

"If I didn't want this I wouldn’t have asked, Noah." You say softly. "I've thought about it a lot and... and if I were to choose anyone in the entire world to do this with, it would be you."

Something in the air shifts after the words leave your mouth and you swear you see something cross in Noah's eyes, but it's gone before you could even think about it. You feel his fingers dip into your thigh for a split second before loosening, rubbing the spot he had dug into.

"You're one hundred percent sure about this?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper.

You stare at him for a moment before your eyes linger down to his lips, before flicking back up to him. He noticed but didn't say a word, hand still rubbing your thigh. You nod.

"Yes."

"Okay." He sucks in a deep breath after a moment and pulls away from you, the moment you two shared slipping away. Your stomach turns, almost missing the contact, but you scoot a bit from him anyways. "Okay, cool. Do you work this weekend?"

You raise a brow at him, head shaking. "No. Why?"

"I'm free most of Saturday and Sunday, so we could... uh, do it then."

"Oh." Your eyes widen. "You want to wait?"

"I mean, yeah. Us doing it now would be weird, right?" You think about it briefly before nodding. It would be odd to just dive into it now, you don't think you'd enjoy it that much. "This gives us time to... prepare? I don't know. Be less nervous? And it gives you a few days to really think about it."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart swells in size at how concerned Noah was, making sure you were completely okay with your decision.

"I've thought about it for almost a week now. I think I'm sure."

“Alright, no need to get fucking sassy with me.” He leans over to flick at your forehead, like he had done earlier, and you swat at his hand.

“I’m not even being sassy!”

“Whatever, dude.” Noah finally gets up from your bed and looks down at you, brows raising. “So, next weekend?”

“Um. Yeah. Next weekend.” You clear your throat, trying to come off as nonchalant as possible, and Noah nods.

“Alright. Cool.” He looks like he wants to say something else, lips pressing together before he shrugs it off, making his way towards the door. “Does pizza sound good for tonight?”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Pizza.” He looks over his shoulder. “For dinner?”

“Oh.” You blink again, the sudden change in conversation taking you for a loop and you push yourself up off the bed. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Awesome. I’ll go ahead and order it and let you know when it’s here.”

You watch him slip out of your room, listening to his footsteps down the hall, and something in your tummy stirs as the realization of what’s happening finally settles in. What the hell did you just get yourself into?

…

You sat in the middle of your bed late Saturday evening, staring up at Noah as he stood at the end of your bed. You were still nervous, but not as nervous as you had been almost a week ago. Noah had been right - the more you thought about it and prepared yourself, the less scared you seemed to be. You can't lie and say all the nerves have gone away, because they sure as hell haven't, but looking at Noah right now, all you feel is comfort.

"Feeling alright?" Noah's voice breaks you from your thoughts and you give him a small nod.

"Yeah." You hum, your hands spreading against your thighs. They were bare, the only thing you had on were some sleep shorts and an oversized shirt you typically slept in - probably Noah's. "Just nervous."

Noah gives you a smile as he crawls onto the bed towards you, your heart picking up under your chest.

"It's okay to be nervous." He mumbles, sitting on his knees in front of you. You still have to tilt your head up just to look at him. "But it's just me, okay? I'll take care of you. I promise."

His words have your stomach turning, like a bunch of butterflies have just been released. Your skin heats up and you're sure your cheeks are flushed some sort of light pink, and Noah leans forward, his lips ghosting against your forehead. You take a deep breath and let your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, trying to ease your nerves.

"At any time you want to stop, you tell me, okay?" He says once he pulls back, hand coming up to rest beneath your chin, tilting your head back up. Your eyes open. "If it becomes too much, I need you to tell me. This is about you - not me. No egos will be shattered or anything."

"Okay."

"If it's alright with you, we can do the stop light method." He hums, hand never leaving your face. "Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for keep going."

You stare at him, eyes already glossed over in a haze, and you nod in his hold. "I trust you."

He pauses, eyes scanning over your face one more time before he leans in again, lips pressing against your forehead more firmly. Your eyes slip shut once again and you lean into it, savoring it. You miss the feeling of his lips against your skin when he pulls away, letting his hand drop.

"Lean back for me."

You scoot up the bed and lean back, the back of your head pressing against your pillow. Noah stares down at you before nudging your legs open gently, leaning forward to hover over you. Your heart is thudding so loudly against your chest it's the only thing you can hear, and you swear Noah can too. And you suspect that he does, especially with the way his lips quirk up at the ends before his eyes catch yours.

"Just relax, okay?" His voice is much lower now and it has something in the pit of your stomach heating up, skin tingling. "You're in good hands."

"Promise?"

Usually you would tease him, since that was the nature of your relationship, but right now you feel too vulnerable. You need to know that you'll be okay with him, which you're sure you will, but hearing him say it out loud just makes you feel a little bit better.

His gaze softens. "I promise."

The look you two share has alarms going off in your mind, and your stomach turns in a way you've never felt before, yet you don't think you've ever felt safer in your life. You relax yourself against your bed, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.

"Okay." You breathe out. "I trust you."

"Thank you." He actually sounds happy by your words, almost like he's proud, and he leans down, lips ghosting against the skin of your neck as he mumbles out, "I trust you, too."

You can't help the gasp that escapes you when he presses a handful of soft, barely there kisses along your neck. He has an arm propped up beside you to hold himself up, while the other is rested against your hip. He nudges your shirt up ever so slightly, the pads of his tattooed fingers brushing against your bare skin. By instinct your hands raise to reach for him, fingers tangling in his hair. You feel him press against you, a shaky breath leaving him and when the air hits your skin, you shiver.

Noah presses another kiss to your skin before he pulls back, sitting up on his knees. You stare up at him, lips parted as a gasp escapes you. The look in his eyes was almost too much, the usual softness in his brown eyes darkening. The hand that was on your hip pushed your shirt up more, letting it wrinkle up against your stomach.

"Can I take these off?" He questions, fingers now tugging at the waistband of your shorts.

You can only nod, words not being an option right now and your hips lift up on their own as he tugs your shorts down your legs. Your body shakes the second you're exposed, the only thing covering you now is your underwear. The cold air hits against your core and its damp, and you flush out of embarrassment. He's done nothing but kiss you and you're already wet. You try to shut your legs out of habit, but Noah was still seated between them.

"Hey," His voice is rough, but he leans down, meeting your eyes again. A hand rests against the top of your thigh, his fingers dipping dangerously close to the one spot you're aching for him to be. "You okay? You don't need to hide."

You nod again because nothing seems to come out and Noah shakes his head, hair moving around.

"Talk to me."

Something in his tone has you shivering again, and you swallow. "I'm okay... just not used to this."

"I understand." His eyes drop from yours down to his hand against your thigh, watching as he gently caresses the skin. You can't help but squirm when his fingers get a bit too close to where you want him, and he glances up at you, lips quirked up into a grin. "I promised to take care of you, and I'm going to."

"I know."

He doesn't respond, just gives you another grin before he slides his body down yours, nestling himself in between your legs. You've never had someone that close to that part of you before, the closest being a finger or two, and when Noah's tugging at the band of your underwear you have to look anywhere but him. Your hips rise off the bed, and you let him drag them down your legs, almost achingly slow, and your eyes lock onto the ceiling.

You're bare in front of him and just knowing that has your chest tightening, your throat closing up. Your fingers move back to the sheets beneath you, and you grip them tightly, squirming when you feel Noah's fingers drag up your thigh. You feel him shift, finger dragging closer and closer to your center, and then the brush of his lips against your inner thigh. You squeak.

“It’s okay.” He murmurs, so low you barely catch it. “Have you ever been fingered before?”

You nod, stiff and quick. “Mhm. Felt weird.”

“Probably because you were so tense.” Another quick kiss was pressed to the inside of your thigh. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.”

He starts off slow, a long, slender, tattooed finger sliding up and down your slit before he gently prods at your entrance. You suck in a breath when you feel him push in, body stiffening again. You've been fingered before, you're not that inexperienced, but it's always been uncomfortable. Not enjoyable. Noah senses your unease and presses a kiss to your hip, his free hand rubbing your thigh.

"Need you to relax, baby." His voice is muffled by your hip and the word baby has your entire body flushing. "It'll feel good when you do."

"How do I do that?" You whine out, fingers gripping the sheets. He pushes forward again, his finger now fully inside you. It feels... foreign.

"Stop thinking so much." He lifts his head up and you sneak a glance down at him, his eyes blown wide, and lips pursed in a slight pout. "Think of something that relaxes you, because you're way too stiff right now."

You toss your head back against the pillow, huffing out, and Noah laughs softly to himself and scatters a few more kisses against your skin. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, body almost instantly melting into the mattress.

"Keep doing that."

"Kissing you?" He mumbles, lips brushing over your hips again. You nod.

"Yes. Please."

"Atta girl," He mumbles, almost to himself when he pumps his finger inside of you, finally relaxing around him to make the action much easier than before. "I got you."

This goes on for a few minutes - soft, delicate kisses being placed along your skin as he worked a finger inside of you. As time went on, the odd and almost painful stretch from before became... pleasurable. You don't even notice the tiny noises slipping from your lips and your hips slowly rocking down to meet his finger.

"You think you can take another?"

You nod. A second finger slips in, and the stretch has you keening, back arching slightly off the bed. It wasn’t terrible, though. No, it felt good. So much better than your previous experiences. You clench around his fingers, and you hear Noah groan quietly, face pressing against the inside of your thigh to muffle the noise.

“Fuck.” You curse out when he picks his movements up, fingers now scissoring in and out of you.

“Feel good?” Noah sounds strained, like he’s trying to hold himself together even though you’re the one experiencing all the pleasure. You nod.

“Really fucking good.” You choke out, hips bucking down to meet his fingers. “Green. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby.” Noah mutters, not once letting up. “Doing so well for me.”

You practically purr at his words, your body warming up and feeling the fly all over. You’ve always been one to love a good bit of praise, and hearing it come from Noah was something you’d never imagined enjoying so much. A surprised gasp leaves you when you feel his thumb press against your clit, applying pressure while his fingers continued.

"You've ever been ate out before?"

Noah's words pull you away from the cloud you were just on, the pleasure coursing through your body. You whine, shifting your hips down to meet his fingers again but he stills his movements.

"No." You whimper.

You wiggle your hips down to get some kind of friction, the heat that was beginning to pool in your tummy slowly slipping away. You hear Noah groan below you and he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, gently biting down on the soft plush of skin there.

"Can I be the first?" He breathes out, lips dancing across your skin. "Please. I'll make you feel so fucking good, I promise."

“Yeah,” You nod quickly, hips rolling down to gain some kind of friction again. “Please, just do something.”

That’s enough for him, diving headfirst between your thighs.

Noah leaves no mercy, his lips wrapping around your now swollen clit as his fingers begin moving inside you again. The feeling of his tongue wet and heavy against you and his long fingers pumping in and out of you has your eyes crossing, stars dancing around the edges of your gaze. You can't help but let another moan slip, hips bucking wildly. You feel Noah moan against you, angling his fingers up to press against something inside of you that's pulling an unexpected noise out of you, something mixed with a cry and a moan. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this before with another person.

The heat pooling in your returns much quicker than you thought and you feel yourself clench around his fingers, hips moving on their own accord. Noah moans again, tongue moving against you, and you swear you feel shifting at the end of the bed. You take a chance to glance down at Noah, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You have to bite down on your bottom lip to hold in any noises and watch as Noah ruts his hips against the bed.

You’d never seen anything so insanely attractive before – Noah’s mouth working against you like a starved man and getting off on it to the point that he has to grind against the bed to get some kind of release. It’s enough to push you over the ledge, the heat in your stomach snapping and your cunt clenching around his fingers. You cry out, falling back onto the bed as your eyes squeeze shut. You’d experience orgasms before, but this was your first with another person, and it was probably the best damn orgasm you’ve ever had.

Noah doesn’t let up until you’re practically shaking, reaching down to curl your fingers into his hair and physically push him away. He laughs, light and airy, and turns his head to press a quick kiss to the side of your thigh before finally sitting up. You stare up at him with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath he took. You feel your heart pounding against your chest, ringing loudly in your ears as the realization of what just happened settles into your bones.

Noah just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.

Your cheeks flush with color and before you could reach up and hide your face from him, he’s leaning down, hovering over you. You suck in a deep breath.

“Was that okay?” He questions softly, but you can hear the slight shake in his voice, and the look in his eyes was anything but soft.

You nod. “Better than okay.”

“Yeah?”

You watch a smile spread across his lips and find it hard to look anywhere but there, so you don’t, and you give him another nod.

“Do you wanna keep going?” He leans further down until your noses are barely touching and you’re doing everything in your power to pull him down and kiss the absolute fuck out of him.

You nod again, swallowing harshly. “Yes, please.”

He doesn’t say anything, just hums out a quiet noise of approval while brushing his nose against yours. You can’t stop yourself from smiling at the soft gesture while he sits up from the bed. You watch with hooded eyes as he pulls his shirt over his eyes and you let your gaze trail over him, not trying to hide the fact that you were indeed checking him out. You lived with him so of course you’ve seen him shirtless countless of times before, but now it was different. Much more intimate.

You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth as he’s pushing both his sweatpants and boxers down, crawling back towards you. You sit up and finally pull your shirt off as well, tossing it to the ground before lying back down, watching Noah reach over for the condom he had brought in with him, and you swallow down the nerves that were beginning to rise.

It’s now or never.

You meet his gaze again and the look he’s giving you, like he wants to devour you has a fire setting off inside of you. Your eyes drop to his achingly hard cock, watching as he rolls the condom on, and you squirm underneath him, fingers gripping the sheets below you. He grips his cock, long fingers wrapping around his length and your mouth practically waters at the sight.

You realize in that moment you’ve never wanted someone more than you do now, and that is definitely something you’ll have to unpack later. Right now, though, all you can think about is the way his slides the tip along your slit, teasing your entrance before pressing into your now sensitive clit. You whimper, hips wiggling down and Noah chuckles above you.

“Remember, red is for stop, yellow is for slow down, and green is for keep going. Okay?”

It takes you a minute to register his words, too focused on the way he looks above you, and you give a shallow nod. “Okay.”

“Good.”

Noah hikes your legs up around his waist and you circle them around him, unintentionally pulling him closer to you. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance at that and you suck in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. He takes his time slipping in, going as slowly as he could, and you whine quietly, face scrunching up at the feeling. It was different than his fingers, much bigger, the stretch almost uncomfortable and not the same pleasurable feeling you had just moments before. You feel his body lean over yours when he finally presses in all the way, nose brushing against yours again.

“Look at me.”

You do, eyes opening to stare up at him. His voice sounded strained again, like he was holding himself back for you, and the look in his eyes has you melting into the bed. You stare up at him with wide eyes, not sure what to say, and he gives an experimental roll of his hips. You whine again, the stretch as his slide in and out of you has your back arching off the bed.

“Is this okay? Talk to me, baby.”

You give a small nod, another noise falling from your lips. “It’s okay, just… I’m yellow right now. Go slow, please.”

Noah let’s out a breath like he had been holding it and gave you a nod, giving another small roll of his hips before stilling inside of you. You have to shut your eyes because the way Noah was staring at you was almost too much, your chest feeling like a brick had been sat on it. You can’t believe that you were doing this, finally, and with your best friend no less.

He rests his arms on either side of you, leaning down to nose as your cheek before dipping his head down to press a few kisses against your neck. He nuzzled himself against you, letting one of his hands come down to rest against your hip, gently rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

“You’re already doing so good for me,” You hear him whisper, pressing another kiss to your neck. “Color?”

You flush, keening at his words and your back arches off the bed on its own, causing your hips to shift down and you fee his cock slide further inside of you. The head presses against that spot inside of you again and you let out an unexpected moan, pleasure finally sleeping through your veins. You clench around him, hips shifting down again, and he presses his face against your neck as a groan leaves him.

“Shit.” You breath out, hands coming up to card through his hair. “Green. I’m so fucking green.”

With another groan, Noah rolls his hips against yours and you moan again, eyes rolling back. The stretch of his cock no longer felt uncomfortable, pleasure coursing through you with each slow thrust Noah gives you. His lips never leave your skin, licking and biting at your neck with each roll of his hips.

He pulls back to press his forehead against yours, eyes boring into your own and you squeeze yours shut. Another moan leaves you as he gives a rather hard thrust, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair and tugging. He whimpers at the feeling and you tug again, wanting to hear those sounds fall from his lips more, and his movements speed up.

The heat you had felt in the pit of your tummy earlier was beginning to form again, warmth spreading through your chest. You open your eyes again just at the moment when Noah’s hand left your hip to slide in between both your bodies, rough fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth drops open, a loud moan escaping you. The feeling of his fingers rubbing against your clit as his cock slides in and out of you was enough to make your head spin.

“You like that, baby?” He breathes out, lips dangerously close to your own. You nod quickly, whining out instead of answering properly. “Come on, you know I need words.”

“Fuck.” You choke out, a mix of a cry and a moan leaving you. “Feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”

This spurs him on, another whimper slipping from his lips as his hips snap into your own, pace picking up. You clench around his cock, the tip hitting the spot inside of you over and over again. His fingers never let up against your clit either, matching the pace his thrusts and you swear you feel dizzy, eyes rolling back. You’ve never felt like this before, and you think you prefer his cock inside of you over his fingers, the feeling unbeatable.

Your mind races just at the thought of Noah doing this for you, making you feel like this, wanting to take care of you, and your throat tightens for some reason. Something from deep inside your chest twists and you get the overwhelmingly need to be as close as possible to Noah, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair again.

“Noah.” You whimper out, eyes burning with unexpected tears.

“What is it, baby?” He grits out, eyes never leaving yours. His gaze softens when he notices your eyes watering, hips stuttering for a moment. “Are you okay? Tell me a color.”

You nod quickly, head knocking against his gently, and your hands drop from his hair to wrap around your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you.

“Yes, fuck. Green.” You moan, trying to swallow down the lump that had formed in your throat. “Just feels so fucking good. You make me feel so good, Noah.”

Your words just start pouring out, slurring together almost like you’re drunk, and your cunt clenches around him again. You’re close, so fucking close, you can feel it, and so can Noah.

“Yeah?” He whispers, lips brushing against your own. Your back arches as you give him another nod. “God, you feel so fucking good on my cock, baby. Everything I ever dreamed of.”

His fingers against your clit speed up, and you let out a choked moan at the feeling of the heat in your stomach snapping. The combination of his words and his thrusts, plus the pressure against your clit, has your orgasm hitting you at full force. You’re not sure what kind of noise leaves you, something primal pulling itself from your chest as your vision blurred again. You feel like your body was sent to heaven and back, the most euphoric feeling coursing itself through your veins as your orgasm washed over you.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

You hear Noah groan from above you as he fucked you through your orgasm. You don’t know what comes over you in that moment, but staring up at Noah as he chases his son release, you don’t think you’ve ever seen something so beautiful. Without thinking, you pull him down to you, lips sliding over his sloppily as he continued to fuck into you. A surprised noise leaves him, muffled by your lips, and with one last thrust you feel him still inside of you, spilling his release into the condom.

Silence follows after that, nothing but the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. Noah’s face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms are still tightly wrapped around him, holding his body against yours. That overwhelming feeling in your chest seems to return, but you can’t even fully think about it, your mind too hazy. You feel exhausted, limbs feeling like mush after two mind blowing orgasms, that you barley even register Noah pulling himself up and out of you slowly.

You watch with hooded eyes that are becoming too hard to even keep open as Noah crawls off the bed, sliding the condom off and throwing it away, searching your room for his boxers before slipping them on. It’s a blur after that, Noah looking for the cloth he had brought in, probably to clean you off, and you barely remember him getting back on the bed, slowly pulling you up to slip clean clothes on your body.

Your back meets the bed again as you flop back down, curling yourself into your bed. It’s never felt comfier, you think, as you feel Noah curl up behind you, pulling your blankets over both of your bodies. His arm feels heavy over your waist, and his lips leave a burning feeling against the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss there.

The last thing you remember is your fingers curling around your hand that rests against your stomach, whispering out, “Thank you,” as sleep finally overtakes you.

#im sobbing and on my knees

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stillalivebydemand893 · 18 days ago

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Erik Campbell (Me) Core ._.

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stillalivebydemand893 · 20 days ago

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stillalivebydemand893 · 20 days ago

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The hype i got when i heard dance dance by fob

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fall out boy #edit #i love tiktok editors bro #so talented

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stillalivebydemand893 · 21 days ago

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AWEEEEEE

If you’re still taking prompt requests, how about "If I could freeze one moment forever, it might be this one.” For Erik? 💕💕

thnks fr th mmrs

Summary: after seeing high school pictures of erik, you decided to give him a blast-from-the-past makeover.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Erik Campbell x f!reader

Words: 557

The bottle of nail polish lay a good distance away from Erik. It was a good call to keep it out of his reach after two instances of him almost knocking it over while you organized his CD collection.

You had agreed to help him clean up his room—his definition of “cleaning up” being “rearranging the CD and DVD stacks”—when you came across a box full of his photos from high school. True to your initial assumption when you met him, he was the classic emo poster boy. He had long, sideswept bangs that fell halfway across his eyes, and every other picture showed him with smudged liner around his eyes.

It was charming, adorable, really. But of course, Erik thought otherwise. He had ripped the pictures out of your hands before you could properly go through the stack. With your sharp eyes, though, you were able to catch a seemingly minor detail in one of them.

There was a specific picture with Erik throwing a middle finger to the camera, his other hand holding a can of Monster by his hip. Most of his skin was still blank, save for the smaller spiderweb near his inner arm. His septum piercing was a lower gauge as well, though his earrings were already present. A lazy smirk was on his shaven face.

What really piqued your attention was the chipped, black nail polish matched with his messy eyeliner.

Come to think of it, you have never seen him wear any nail polish post-tattoo job. It’s understandable, considering how busy he could get. Now, that picture stirred something primal within you—you had to see him go back to his roots just this once.

So, after begging and bartering—”I won’t take any pictures, I promise”—Erik was now letting you put eyeliner on him, while he waited for the fresh coat of black polish to dry. You were both on the floor, Erik’s back against his bed. You straddled him, lip in between your teeth as you ran the gel liner across his waterline.

“Don’t cry,” you muttered to him, feeling the rumble of laughter in his chest. With a sigh, you pulled back, pouting at him. “You’re making me mess up.” “I’m sorry, doll,” he drawled, grinning. You didn’t miss the fact that he has been staring down your shirt the entire time. “I just figured that I should be getting a treat after I’ve done all this for you.”

“You are literally just sitting there.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms tight around you before pulling you closer. You gasped, giggling as he smooshed his face against your neck, his beard tickling you. You wriggled in his grasp, toppling both of you over.

“My nails!” he shrieked. You stared at each other for a moment, letting the ridiculousness of the situation sink in before bursting into another round of laughter.

When it died down, Erik had a soft look in his eyes, his gaze trained on your face. Out of the blue, he told you, “If I could freeze one moment forever, it might be this one.”

Your heart melted, words unable to form. Reaching over to cup his face, you gently stroked his cheek with your thumb. His liner was tear-smudged and his hair stuck out in all directions, and he had never looked more perfect.

#love a fall out boy reference #CUTIES #erik campbell x reader

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stillalivebydemand893 · 21 days ago

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I need John Murphy fanfics

I CRAVE JOHN MURPHY FANFICS

Guys please

ANYONE

#john murphy x reader #john murphy smut #john murphy fanfic #john murphy the 100 #john murphy #the 100 x reader #murphy the 100 #the 100 murphy #richard harmon

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stillalivebydemand893 · 21 days ago

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Interlude (Interrupted)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: johnny storm x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: mdni, smut with comic relief 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Johnny's work life is starting to interfere with his sex life, and that just won't do.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱

𝐚/𝐧: haven't been a swift writer recently, but here's another thing I made (also I was stoned when I edited this, so there's that)

“Fucking finally,” he mutters against your lips, kicking the door shut behind you both with enough force to rattle the frame. His body crowds you against the wall, heat rolling off him in waves, his thigh sliding between yours with deliberate, maddening pressure. The friction draws a whine from your throat, and his grin sharpens, wild and wicked.

“Yeah? You like that?” he teases, voice already rough, breath uneven. His hands skate down your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise—not that you’d complain. Not when you’ve spent the last two weeks aching for exactly this.

You don’t answer with words. Instead, you drop to your knees, and the way his breath stutters is its own reward. His fingers tighten in your hair, not pulling—yet—but holding on like he’s already fighting the urge to fuck into your mouth. His free hand braces against the wall, muscles taut under sweat-slick skin as you take him deep, his hips jerking forward on instinct.

“Shit— just like that—” His voice is ragged, head thudding back against the wall. “Keep goin’ and I swear I’ll—”

Then, the blare of his mission alert slices through the room like a particularly sadistic punchline.

“Priority one. Latverian drones spotted in Manhattan. Suit up.”

Johnny doesn’t just groan—he growls, a sound so genuinely feral you’d laugh if not for the way his grip on your hair gentles, his forehead dropping to yours in sheer, agonized frustration.

“No. No. Absolutely not,” he hisses, yanking you up to kiss you again, sloppy and desperate, his hips grinding against you in a way that makes your thighs tremble. “Ignore it. Five minutes. Four. I’ll be fast—”

You can feel the way his body wars with itself—the tension in his muscles, the way his fingers flex against your scalp. But then the alert blares again, more insistent this time, and he lets out a noise that’s half-snarl, half-whine.

“I hate Doom,” he grits out, pressing one last searing kiss to your mouth before wrenching himself away. His hands linger on you, though—trailing down your arms, squeezing your hips like he can’t bear to let go, and you’re left slumped against the wall, flushed and frustrated, watching as he yanks his suit on with aggravated precision.. “This isn’t over,” he promises, voice dark with intent. “The second I get back, you’re mine.”

You arch a brow, still breathless, still aching. “Better make it quick, hotshot.”

Then he’s gone in a blaze of fire—leaving you aching, unsatisfied, and absolutely counting down the minutes until he returns.

The second he’s got you beneath him again, Johnny’s hands map every inch of you like he’s trying to prove a point—like he’s spent every second since the last time relearning you, rehearsing the exact ways you fall apart for him. His mouth is relentless, tongue dragging slow, filthy circles that leave you gasping, your thighs trembling around his head as if they might never remember how to close again.

And the bastard savors it.

His grip on your hips is ironclad, fingers pressing into your skin, holding you down as you writhe. His own arousal strains against the confines of his pants, every stifled groan against your skin betraying just how much he’s aching too. But he won’t rush—not when he’s spent weeks starving, not when the taste of you is finally on his tongue again.

“Johnny—” Your voice cracks, fingers twisting in his hair as he hums against you, the vibrations shooting straight to your core, sparking white-hot behind your eyelids.

He grins, sharp and smug, flicking his tongue just to hear you moan louder. “Yeah?” he rasps, breath hot and uneven against your soaked skin. “Missed this, didn’t you? Missed me.” His teeth graze your thigh—not quite a bite, but a promise—before his mouth is on you again, licking into you like he’s chasing the last embers of a fire.

You tug at his hair, hips jerking, but he doesn’t let up. If anything, he doubles down, fingers digging in harder, his free hand sliding up to palm your breast, thumb circling your nipple just to feel you arch off the bed.

“Fuck— Johnny, please—”

"Yeah, that’s it," he murmurs, lips brushing your clit in a way that makes you scream out his name again, your nails scraping down his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. His grin is pure sin against your skin. "Gonna make you cum so hard you forget your own name—"

Bzzzt.

The comm unit on his nightstand crackles to life, Sue’s voice slicing through the haze of pleasure.

"Johnny, the charity gala started twenty minutes ago!"

He groans—deep, guttural—and the sound vibrates against your core, sending a jolt of white-hot need straight to your already throbbing cunt. You whine, hips jerking helplessly, torn between grinding down on his tongue and launching the damn comm unit into the nearest wall.

"Tell them I’m dead," Johnny shoots back, voice wrecked, before diving back in with renewed determination. His tongue flattens against you in one long, lewd stroke, and you choke on a sob, thighs shaking as he sucks your clit between his lips, just right—

But Sue is unrelenting. "Ben’s already covering for you, and he’s running out of excuses. Get. Down. Here."

Johnny pulls away with a filthy curse, resting his forehead against your thigh as his breath comes in ragged bursts. His fingers dig into your hips like he’s physically restraining himself from saying screw it and finishing what he started.

"Fuck," he mutters, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of your thigh—one last promise—before dragging himself up. His pupils are blown wide, lips slick with you, and the sight alone makes your stomach clench, your core pulsing with need.

"This isn’t over," he growls, voice low and dangerous as he grabs his jacket, throwing a glare at the comm unit like it’s personally betrayed him.

You collapse back onto the bed, still trembling, still aching, and watch as he stalks toward the door—every inch of him radiating frustration and unspent want.

"Better not be," you call after him, breathless.

Johnny pauses, glances back at you over his shoulder, and the smirk he shoots you is pure, wicked temptation.

"Oh, sweetheart," he says, voice dripping with intent. "I was just getting started."

By the time he finally stumbles back into the room, the gala’s champagne-bright chatter still ringing in his ears, the space is bathed in the amber glow of the bedside lamp you’d left on for him. The light spills like honey across the sheets, gilding the curve of your shoulder, the loose strands of your hair fanned out over his pillow.

His side of the bed.

Not that he minds. Not when the sight of you—curled into the space he usually occupies, cheek smushed against the fabric like you’d tried (and failed) to wait up for him—steals the breath from his lungs. The faintest impression of your face lingers on the pillowcase, and something in his chest twists, too big and too fragile to name.

For a heartbeat, he hesitates. The part of him that’s spent all night itching to get back here, to pick up exactly where you left off, wars with the exhaustion dragging at his limbs. He could wake you. Should wake you, maybe—press his mouth to the sleep-soft slope of your shoulder, murmur half-drunk apologies into your skin, let his hands relearn every inch of you until you’re both gasping.

But then you sigh in your sleep, nuzzling deeper into the pillow, and the fight drains out of him all at once.

So he moves quietly, toeing off his shoes, shrugging out of his suit jacket with none of his usual dramatic flair. The mattress dips under his weight as he eases onto the bed, careful not to jostle you—

—he shouldn’t have bothered.

The second the sheets shift, you turn toward him instinctively, drawn to his warmth like a magnet. Your arm drapes over his waist, fingers curling into the rumpled fabric of his dress shirt with a quiet, possessive urgency, even in sleep. A sigh escapes you, warm against his collarbone, your body molding against his like it was made to fit there.

Johnny huffs a laugh, soft and wondering, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “Missed you too,” he murmurs, though you’re too far under to hear it.

It doesn’t take long for the rhythm of your breathing to lull him under, his own limbs going heavy.

After three more agonizing days of obligations—press conferences, team briefings, and a fundraiser where Johnny spent half the night staring at you from across the room like he wanted to devour you whole—you finally manage to slip away.

The Baxter Building’s rarely used guest bathroom is a sanctuary of marble and muted gold, all cool surfaces and pristine lighting—thank you, Sue, for insisting on “luxury accommodations”—but Johnny doesn’t give you any time to appreciate it.

The door locks behind you with a click, and then his mouth is on yours, hot and insistent, swallowing your gasp as he spins you toward the counter. His kiss is all teeth and tongue, the kind that leaves your lips throbbing and your head spinning.

His fingers dig into your hips, pressing hard enough to leave bruises, and the thought alone has you shuddering—yes, let me remember this tomorrow.

Then he’s gripping your ass, hiking your skirt up in one impatient tug, and the noise he makes when he sees you’re already desperate for him is downright feral.

“Christ, you’re killin’ me,” he growls against your neck, lips dragging over your pulse as his fingers tease the soaked lace clinging to you. A rough jerk—rip—fabric tearing (he’s never been patient), and then his palm slaps against your bare skin, the sharp crack of it echoing off the tiles before the sting blooms, making you cry out.

His free hand fists in your hair, tipping your head back as he nips at your jaw, his other hand working you open with filthy, slick strokes. “Love you so fucking much,” he murmurs, voice wrecked, before sinking into you in one slow, devastating thrust.

The stretch burns, perfect, and you choke on a moan, fingers scrambling against the marble counter for purchase. Johnny groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he stills, trembling with the effort not to lose it right then and there.

“Fuck, fuck—shoulda known you’d feel this good,” he grits out, hips rolling just to hear you whine. His hands tighten on you, possessive, like he’s trying to fuse you together.

And then he moves—no patience, no finesse, just raw, relentless need—each snap of his hips driving you harder against the counter, the mirror rattling. Every ragged breath, every bitten-off curse, every time his grip on you tightens like he’s afraid you’ll vanish—it all coils tighter and tighter until you’re both hurtling toward the edge, too far gone to care who hears.

“What do you want, baby?” he teases, lips brushing your ear as he drags his cock out agonizingly slow, just to watch you squirm. His breath is ragged, his voice all rough-edged amusement—like he’s savoring every second of your desperation. “Use your words.”

You’re right there—teetering on the edge, ready to beg, demand, scream if that’s what it takes to push you both over—when—

BWEEEEEEEEEEP.

The alarm doesn’t just sound—it attacks, a deafening, soul-crushing shriek that rattles the walls and the very foundation of your patience. The Baxter Building’s safety system cuts in with infuriating serenity:

“Alert: Unauthorized thermal activity detected in residential wing. Please evacuate immediately.”

Johnny goes statue-still behind you for one glorious, suspended second—silence.

Then—

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

His voice is a frayed wire, sparking with barely restrained fury. When he lifts his head, his eyes are molten, his entire body radiating enough heat that the air shimmers around him. He looks like he’s about to burn a hole straight through the floor.

With a snarl, he wrenches himself away, hands raking through his hair like he might actually light himself on fire out of sheer frustration. “It was one time!” he roars at the ceiling, as if the universe itself is conspiring against him. “One time I got a little carried away and maybe set the couch on fire—”

The alarm blares louder, as if in protest.

Down the hall, Ben’s thunderous laughter shakes the walls, followed by Reed’s long-suffering sigh. “Johnny, we talked about this.”

Johnny whirls toward the door, finger jabbing at it like he’s about to shoot a flare straight through the wood. “I hate this family.”

You can’t help it—you’re laughing, breathless and giddy, even as your body still thrums with unfinished need. Johnny turns back to you, and the look on his face—all wild-eyed desperation and hunger—sends a fresh pulse of heat between your legs.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” His voice drops, rough and dangerous, his hands caging you in before you can so much as squeak. “You’re laughing while I’m out here suffering?”

He leans in, his mouth hovering just above yours, his body burning against you. “You know what this means, right?” His grin is pure, unrepentant mischief. “Now I owe you. And I always pay my debts.”

The alarm wails again.

Johnny exhales, long-suffering, and presses his forehead to yours. “...After we evacuate.”

Right now is apparently his last straw.

You’re stretched out beneath him on the living room couch, his mouth searing a path down your neck, his hips grinding against yours in a rhythm that’s just shy of mean. Your nails scrape red lines down his back, and he hisses in gratitude, like he’s been starving for the sting.

You’ve both been too patient for too long, and now? Now, there’s no room left for restraint—just skin and heat and the desperate, aching need that’s been building for too long. His teeth catch your pulse point, and you arch into him with a whimper that goes straight to his dick, your thighs tightening around his hips in a silent plea for more, faster, now—

Then the door whooshes open.

"Johnny, have you seen the—oh."

Reed’s voice slides into the room like an unwelcome algorithm, smooth and utterly oblivious.

Johnny doesn’t even look up. His entire body locks tight—not with embarrassment, not with shame, but with sheer, unbridled rage.

"No," he snaps, voice lethally calm. "Nope. Absolutely not. Get the fuck out."

His hand flings toward the door in a wild, dismissive gesture, like he’s banishing Reed from the planet.

A beat of silence.

Then, Reed—because he’s Reed—clears his throat. "Right. Well, if you do find the quantum stabilizer—"

"REED." Johnny’s voice cracks like a whip. "I swear to God, if you finish that sentence, I’m setting all your lab notes on fire."

Another pause. The door starts to slide shut—then stops. Reed’s head pokes back in. "Actually, you do realize this is a common area, right? If you two wanted privacy—"

Johnny moves.

One second, he’s pinning you to the couch. The next, he’s halfway across the room, fingers sparking, eyes literally glowing with fury. "OUT. NOW."

Reed finally—finally—gets the hint. The door shuts.

Johnny exhales, long and slow, like he’s counting to ten in his head. Then he turns back to you, his expression shifting from murderous to hungry in half a second flat.

"Now," he growls, stalking toward you like a man on a mission, "where were we?"

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stillalivebydemand893 · 21 days ago

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All roads unfortunately lead back to tumblr.

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stillalivebydemand893 · 22 days ago

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Okay SO

You loved your younger siblings so much. Didn’t matter that they had disfigured parts of their bodies that your family saw as a stain on the bloodline.

You were perfect sibling. No disformaties, the perfect hunter, everything. And everyone treated you different.

You hated it. So you ran away with your siblings.

But then you met the one thing you couldn’t have in the form of John Murphy. You were falling in love with him, but he was falling in love with Emori and she with him.

And you wouldn’t, couldn’t, come between them.

#i love them as a couple #but i need john murphy fic

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stillalivebydemand893 · 22 days ago

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this and fuckboy simp erik

#erik campbell #erik campbell final destination #final destination #erik campbell fanfiction #erik campbell x reader #final destination bloodlines #final destination au

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stillalivebydemand893 · 23 days ago

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Beg For It

18+ 🤭

Erik Campbell x fem!reader

Story: One reckless confession turns movie night into a crash course in foreplay and filthy lessons

Masterlist

“Y’know, I was on top the first time I had sex too.” You blurted it out mid-scene of Lady Bird, mouth half-full of popcorn.

The words just slipped.

Erik froze, remote in hand. The movie stuttered to a pause. He turned toward you, eyes wide like you’d confessed to burying a body in your backyard. “…Why would you-”

“I don’t know!” You shoved more popcorn into your mouth to stall. “I was feeling bold, okay? Plus, the guy was cute and I thought, hey, why not get a view from above? But it was so fucking bad.”

Erik blinked at you like he was buffering on bad WiFi. “So let me get this straight,you thought your first time was a good idea to… ride some poor guy like a mechanical bull? Who was dumb enough to agree to that? With a virgin, no less?”

You groaned and set the popcorn down. Instant regret. It sounded way worse out loud. Sure, nothing “came” that night except the Uber you ordered to take your disappointed ass home, but honestly? It was still better than the horror stories you read on Reddit.

“I didn’t tell him I was a virgin,” you shot back. “That’s usually a boner-killer, dumbass.”

Silence. His silence. The kind that made your shame curdle into full-blown embarrassment. You cursed Lady Bird for making you relive the trauma in high definition.

Finally, Erik exhaled. “No, Sweets. That’s… no. You should’ve done it with someone you cared about-”

“Oh, don’t even start.” You sat up straight, scandalized. “Like you did? At a frat party? With a cheerleader? Don’t preach to me, Kiki. You’re literally the poster boy for fuckboy starter kits.”

You snorted, grabbed the half-empty wine bottle, and stomped to the kitchen. Erik trailed after you, as always.

“Not the same,” he said, planting himself across the island from you. “I’m a dude. We don’t need foreplay. But it sucks that you think you didn’t deserve better.”

The words landed like bullets. And worse….they dragged up the memory: that night, that mattress, the blood. Top 5 Most Embarrassing Moments of All Time. You hadn’t done it to “get it over with.” You’d done it because you were mad, heartbroken, watching Erik date girls who weren’t you.

Cliché or not, falling for your best friend was brutal reality. And you’d sworn you’d never say it.

Still, something reckless bubbled up. Something sharp and stupid. “So what would you have done different?”

His head snapped up. Eyes dark, searching. Like you’d just unlocked a hidden dialogue option in his video game. Your face burned, so you backpedaled instantly. “I mean….like,if a girl told you she was a virgin. Hypothetically.”

Erik smirked, tattoos flexing as he crossed his arms. “Well, first of all-”

You burst into laughter. “Don’t be so cocky, loverboy. What are you, some kind of sex-ed guru?”

He flipped you off, half-grinning. “Fine. Guess you don’t need to hear my answer.” He started a dramatic exit, but you snagged his shirt.

“Wait, wait, wait. What do I know? I haven’t even had sex since then. Come on. Enlighten me with your great wisdom.”

The moment the words left your mouth, you wanted to slap yourself. Why would you admit that? Virginity probably respawned by now.

His jaw dropped. “Wait….you haven’t had sex since then? Jesus, how are you even alive?”

“I’m not. I’m dissociating every second of my existence.” You waved dramatically with one hand, downed the last sip of wine with the other. “Now, tell me, Obi-Wan. What’s the correct path to the… G-Force?”

Erik straightened, the smirk fading into something heavier. He leaned in. “Okay. First of all, foreplay. Dumb as hell to skip it. That’s the fun part,making out, grinding, eye contact, neck kisses,dry humping is underrated, by the way...then, when she’s-”

“Hold up.” You raised a finger. “So we’re grinding and making eye contact and making out? That’s… multitasking. Very advanced.”

He scowled, stepping closer. “You think you’re so damn funny…” He planted himself between your legs at the counter, caging you in with his arms. His chest brushed yours. His lips hovered dangerously close. “But I’m the only one here who could actually teach you something.”

“Then teach me.”

The words barely left your lips, softer than a whisper, but they hit him like a challenge. His smirk faltered,replaced with something darker, something that made your pulse kick.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Peach.” His voice was low, teasing, but his eyes were serious.

You tilted your head, grinning despite the heat crawling up your neck. “Don’t chicken out now. Big talk about foreplay and grinding,you can’t backpedal.”

He leaned in, so close your noses almost brushed. “Careful. I’ll make a lesson plan out of you.”

You laughed,too high, too nervous…but it cracked in the middle when he bracketed your hips with his hands, thumbs pressing into your waist. He fit himself between your thighs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Rule number one,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, “don’t talk so much.”

A shiver shot through you. “Oh my god, are you giving me homework? Should I be taking notes?”

“Smartass.” He tugged you closer, his breath hot against your skin. “Fine. Lesson one: kissing. Real kissing. None of that drunk-party-shove-your-tongue nonsense.”

Before you could fire back, his mouth was on yours. Slow. Deliberate. His lips moved like he had all the time in the world, like he’d been waiting. And you,god…you melted into it, clutching his shirt like you’d float away otherwise.

When he pulled back, you were breathless. “Holy shit.”

“Mm.” He smirked. “Not in the syllabus, but I’ll allow it.”

You swatted his shoulder, grinning despite yourself. “You’re unbearable.”

“And you’re stalling.” His hands roamed higher, fingers brushing the sides of your ribs, testing, teasing. “Lesson two. Touch. You don’t rush it. You-”

“-make eye contact while dry humping?” you interrupted, biting back laughter.

His eyes narrowed, but the corner of his mouth betrayed him. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but you like it.”

“Unfortunately.”

His forehead rested against yours, his voice dropping. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

You didn’t. Instead, you tugged his hair, dragging his mouth back to yours. This kiss was different,messier, hungrier. The kind of kiss that made your brain short-circuit and your thighs tighten around him without permission.

“Okay,” you panted when he finally pulled away, lips swollen, “I’ll admit… this lesson plan’s better than high school sex ed.”

“Damn right it is.” His grin was wolfish now, but softer at the edges, like he was still checking,still waiting for you to bolt.

You didn’t. Instead, you smirked right back. “So, Professor Erik… what’s lesson three?”

He leaned in again, voice dropping to a growl. “Lesson three… you don’t get to joke when my hands are under your shirt.”

His palms slid higher, fingertips grazing the curve of your ribs, brushing just under your bra. The touch was maddeningly light, like he knew exactly how to make you ache for more.

“Under my shirt already?” you whispered, tilting your chin up, teasing him. “Bold move, professor.”

“Shut up,” he muttered against your mouth, but he was smiling, the bastard. His lips caught yours again,slower this time, deeper, like he wanted you to feel every second of it. His tongue brushed yours, lazy and deliberate, and it pulled a whimper out of you before you could stop it.

That sound made him groan into your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. He pressed closer, his hips slotting perfectly against yours. You felt him..hard, insistent,through the thin layers of clothes, and it sent a bolt of heat low in your belly.

“Erik-” you gasped when his mouth trailed from your lips down your jaw, teeth scraping the line of your throat.

“What?” he murmured against your skin, breath hot. “You wanted a lesson. I’m just thorough.” He sucked at your pulse point, hard enough to make you moan, then soothed it with his tongue.

Your hands clawed at his shoulders, pulling him closer. “You’re… a terrible teacher.”

He chuckled, lips brushing your collarbone. “Funny, you don’t sound like you want me to stop.”

“I don’t,” you admitted, voice breaking on the last word.

His hands finally cupped your breasts over your bra, thumbs brushing your nipples until they peaked under the fabric. You arched into his touch, shameless, chasing the friction.

“God, you’re sensitive,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Bet he didn’t even touch you like this, did he?”

The memory of your first time made you groan, frustrated. “Don’t bring him up now.”

“Fine,” he growled, tugging your bra down with a roughness that made your breath hitch. His mouth closed over one nipple, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. You nearly came apart right there on the kitchen island.

“Fuck, Erik-”

He hummed around you, the vibration shooting straight through your chest. When he pulled back, his lips were wet, swollen, eyes dark as sin. “Lesson four,” he said, smirking. “Always, always take your time with this part.”

“You’re evil,” you gasped, tugging his hair to drag his mouth back to yours.

“You love it.” His hand slipped lower, under the waistband of your shorts, fingers trailing just above where you were burning for him. He paused, teasing, his smirk widening when you squirmed. “Already soaked through, Sweets. All that sarcasm, and here you are begging without even saying a word.”

“Don’t-” your voice cracked, “-don’t tease.”

He kissed you again, messy and hungry this time, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread around him. His fingers dipped lower, just grazing where you were throbbing, enough to make you whimper against his mouth.

“Beg properly and maybe I’ll keep going.”

“Erik…” You buried your face against his neck, your pride dissolving under the weight of need. “Please.”

“Better,” he muttered, sliding a finger over your slick folds, slow, deliberate. “See? You can learn.”

You groaned, rocking your hips against his hand, every nerve on fire. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Nah,” he whispered, kissing you so deep it stole your breath. “I’m gonna ruin you. And you’re gonna thank me for it.”

Erik’s finger circled lazily over your clit, just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble around him but nowhere near enough to satisfy. He was watching you, studying every twitch, every gasp, like you were his favorite test subject.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, voice low and ragged. “How long have you been sitting on the couch like this? Acting smart, mouthing off, while you’re dripping for me?”

“Don’t-” you tried to shoot him a glare, but it dissolved into a whimper when he pressed down harder, rubbing slow circles that made your back arch. “Don’t act like you weren’t dying for this too.”

His smirk was sinful. “Touché.”

Then, without warning, he slipped a finger inside you, and your head fell back with a broken moan. The stretch, the suddenness-it made your whole body jolt. He didn’t give you time to recover before adding a second, curling them just right, hitting a spot that made your vision spark.

“Holy-fuck-Erik-”

“That’s it,” he whispered, kissing down your throat as his fingers worked you open, slow and filthy. “Say my name like that again.”

You clawed at his shoulders, trying to drag him closer, trying to anchor yourself to something. He was relentless..curling, stroking, fucking you with his hand until your hips were grinding into his palm, chasing every thrust.

He bit at your earlobe, chuckling darkly. “You’re clenching around my fingers already. Haven’t even given you my cock yet and you’re losing it.”

You tried to snap back, something about him being insufferable, but all that came out was a desperate moan when his thumb pressed against your clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

“So fucking pretty ,” he breathed, forehead pressed against yours, watching your face contort with every wave. “Don’t hold back, Sweets. Let me see you fall apart.”

You did. Your orgasm ripped through you, sudden and overwhelming, making you cry out against his mouth as your body shook around him. He didn’t stop-not right away. He drew it out, fucking you through it until you were gasping, trembling, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in the room.

When he finally slowed, his fingers slid out of you, glistening. He held your gaze as he brought them to his lips, sucking them clean like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Jesus Christ,” you whispered, wide-eyed.

He grinned, smug and filthy. “Lesson five: always taste the homework.”

You smacked his chest weakly, still breathless, still trembling. “You’re such an asshole.”

“You love it,” he shot back, leaning in to kiss you again,slow, messy, with the taste of yourself still on his tongue.

His hand slid down to your shorts again, tugging at the waistband. “But don’t think the lesson’s over. That was just the warm-up.”

You laughed, shaky but buzzing with adrenaline. “Oh my god-warm-up?”

“Mm-hm.” He kissed you again, deeper, grinding his hips against you so you could feel just how hard he was. “Now we move to practicals.”

You were still catching your breath when Erik hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you off the counter like you weighed nothing.

“Erik!” you squealed, arms flying around his neck, clinging on.

He grinned against your ear. “What? Gotta change classrooms, Peach. We’re moving this lesson somewhere with a bigger desk.”

“Unbelievable,” you muttered, half-laughing, half-melting as he carried you down the hall.

“Yeah, yeah.” He kicked open your bedroom door, shouldered it shut, and dropped you onto the bed with just enough roughness to make your heart jump. He stood over you for a second, chest heaving, tattoos flexing. And the look in his eyes,hungry, dark, like he’d been holding this back for years,made you shiver.

“Take your shirt off,” you said, surprising yourself with how steady it came out.

He smirked, tugging the hem over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. “Bossy.”

“Efficient.”

“Mm. You’ll learn.” He crawled onto the bed, slow like a predator, caging you beneath him. His mouth found yours again, hungry, messy, stealing your breath while his hands slid over your body,up your thighs, under your shirt, peeling it off with a rough tug.

The cool air hit your bare skin, but then his lips were on you, hot and wet, kissing down your sternum. He palmed your breasts again, thumbing your nipples until you arched into him, whining.

“God, look at you,” he murmured, pressing kisses lower, across your stomach. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Then show me,” you gasped, fingers buried in his hair.

His smirk turned downright wicked. “Gladly.”

He tugged your shorts down, slow, teasing, dragging your panties with them. You squirmed, heat flooding your cheeks, but he caught your hips in his hands, pinning you.

“Don’t hide from me, Sweets,” he said, voice low and rough. “I want all of you.”

And then his mouth was on you.

The first lick made your whole body jolt, a choked moan tearing out of you. He groaned against you, like the taste itself turned him on, and then he devoured you,slow, filthy, deliberate. His tongue circled your clit, then flattened and dragged, sending shockwaves through your core. He alternated between teasing flicks and deep, hungry sucks, never letting you catch your breath.

“Fuck-Erik,oh my god-” You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging, desperate.

He pulled back just long enough to smirk up at you, chin glistening. “Lesson six: you never, ever skip this part.”

Before you could sass him, he slid two fingers back inside you, curling them perfectly, while his mouth latched onto your clit again. You cried out, hips bucking, grinding helplessly against his face. He held you down, groaning into you, eating you like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted.

You came harder than before, thighs trembling around his head, his name spilling from your lips over and over until you were wrecked, chest heaving, body limp.

He kissed up your stomach, slow and wet, leaving trails until he reached your mouth again. He kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself, his cock grinding against your soaked folds through his jeans.

“Still with me?” he rasped against your lips.

“Barely,” you whispered, but you were smiling, dizzy and drunk on him. “But don’t you dare stop.”

He chuckled darkly, fumbling with his belt, pressing his forehead to yours. “Oh, trust me, Peach. Lesson seven’s the one you’ve really been waiting for.”

Erik’s belt hit the floor with a heavy clink, and you felt his cock press against you through his jeans-thick, hard, straining. He rolled his hips into you, grinding slow, and you swore sparks shot through your body.

“Feel that?” he growled against your lips, kissing you hard, teeth knocking yours. “That’s what you do to me, Sweets. Been half-hard since you opened your mouth about your first time.”

You moaned into him, grinding back, the rough denim dragging against your swollen clit, making you whimper. “You’re-fuck-you’re so cocky.”

“Mm. You’ll be cock-drunk in about five minutes.” He smirked, but his breath caught when your hand slipped down to palm him through the fabric. “Jesus.”

You squeezed, teasing, loving how his jaw clenched. “Lesson eight: don’t underestimate me.”

He grabbed your wrist, pinned it above your head, and thrust his hips into you harder, grinding his cock against your bare heat until you cried out. “Lesson eight,” he corrected, voice rough, “is that I’m the one teaching here.”

You gasped, legs trembling around him. “Then shut up and teach.”

That broke something in him. He shoved his jeans down just enough, his cock springing free,thick, flushed, the sight alone making your mouth water. He stroked himself once, twice, with a groan, spreading your wetness over the head before dragging it up and down your slit, rubbing against your clit with each pass.

“Fuck, Erik-” you writhed, hips chasing him, desperate.

“Patience, Baby,” he teased, smirk tugging at his lips even as his breathing went ragged. He rocked against you, sliding his cock between your folds, the head catching just at your entrance before slipping away again. “Gotta savor the lesson.”

You nearly screamed with frustration, nails digging into his back. “Stop teasing me-please.”

His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. “There it is,” he rasped, lining himself up, the head pressing firmly at your slick entrance. “Proper begging.”

And then-finally-he pushed in.

Slow at first, stretching you open, inch by inch until the fullness stole your breath. Your back arched, lips parting in a broken moan as he sank deeper, filling you completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged. “So tight… so fucking tight.You’re gonna ruin me.”

You clawed at him, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him in deeper. “Erik if you tease me one more time I swear to God-”

He growled low in his throat, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into you with a force that made the headboard thud against the wall. You cried out, nails raking his skin, pleasure tearing through you.

“That what you wanted?” he panted, snapping his hips again, harder.

“Yes-fuck-yes..”

He set a brutal rhythm then,thrusting deep, grinding at the end of every stroke so his pelvis rubbed your clit just right. Every movement wrung another moan from you, your body already trembling under him.

“Look at you,” he groaned, kissing you hard, messy, biting at your lip. “Taking my cock so good… fuck, I could watch you fall apart like this forever.”

You could barely think, barely breathe, every nerve lit on fire as he fucked you harder, deeper, grinding you into the mattress. Your moans filled the room, his name spilling from your lips like a mantra.

“Lesson nine,” he growled, lips at your ear as he drove into you, “is you’ll never forget how this feels.”

And with every thrust, you knew he was right.

Erik’s rhythm was punishing but precise, each thrust angled to grind into the spot that made your toes curl and your voice crack. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in your room, mixing with your broken moans, his growls, and the creak of the bedframe.

“Fuck-listen to you,” he rasped, sweat dripping from his temple onto your chest as he fucked you deeper, harder. “Moaning like you’ve been starving for this.”

“I have-” the confession ripped out of you before you could stop it, your body arching, trembling under him. “Erik, I..oh my god,don’t stop, please.”

His lips crashed onto yours, devouring the words. His thrusts grew rougher, more desperate, like your begging tore away the last of his control. His cock dragged against every nerve inside you, thick and unrelenting, until you were gasping his name over and over like it was the only word you remembered.

“God, you feel insane,” he groaned against your mouth, pulling out slow just to slam back in, bottoming out so hard your breath left you in a cry. “Squeezing me so tight-fuck, Peach, I’m not gonna last if you keep moaning like this.”

“Then don’t-” your voice was wrecked, desperate, your nails carving down his slick back as your orgasm grew tighter. “Don’t hold back,please, Erik, fuck-”

His control snapped and drove into you with brutal force, each thrust grinding your clit against his pelvis. You screamed, the sound tearing raw from your throat as the orgasm ripped through you-blinding, violent, making your body convulse around him.

The way you clenched down on him dragged him over the edge. “Fuck-Peach-” he snarled, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed, spilling hot and deep inside you as his whole body shuddered, his groans muffled against your shoulder.

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried in you, grinding slow through the aftershocks, making you gasp and whimper from the oversensitivity while his come leaked warm and thick inside you.

When he finally stilled, both of you shaking and sweat-soaked, he lifted his head, eyes heavy but burning. He kissed you again,slower this time, desperate in a different way, his lips lingering like he couldn’t let you go.

“Lesson ten,” he whispered against your swollen mouth, “is that this… us… was always supposed to happen.”

You were too wrecked to joke back. You just clung to him, still pulsing around his cock, knowing he was right.

The room was thick with heat, your skin damp, your heart still rattling in your chest. Erik collapsed against you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside you, pulsing with the aftershocks.

Neither of you spoke for a moment. Just ragged breathing. Just the quiet hum of what had finally broken loose.

Eventually, he shifted, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw, then your temple, then your forehead like he was mapping you in soft devotion after wrecking you raw. “You okay, Sweets?” he murmured, voice low and rough, a shadow of concern threading through the heat.

You nodded weakly, still trembling. “More than okay.”

He smiled against your skin. “Good. ’Cause I don’t think I can move yet.”

You laughed, breathless, smacking his shoulder. “You’re crushing me, dumbass.”

“Mm.” He nuzzled your neck, kissing lazily. “You like it.”

And you did. You liked his weight, his warmth, the way his breath feathered over your collarbone. You liked feeling him still inside you, heavy and thick, like he belonged there.

He eventually rolled to the side, tugging you with him, but stayed buried inside you, one big hand splayed over your belly, thumb rubbing absent circles into your skin. The intimacy of it made your chest ache.

“Never thought…” you started, then stopped, words tangling in your throat.

“Never thought what?” His voice was soft now, curious.

“That it’d be like this.”

He tilted your chin to look at him. His eyes weren’t cocky or smug anymore,they were raw. “Me neither.”

The silence stretched, heavy and loaded. Then his mouth was back on yours,gentler this time, sweet, lingering. But beneath it, hunger still simmered, hot and restless.

You felt it too. Because even as his kiss slowed, his cock twitched inside you, thick and still hardening again. Your hips shifted instinctively, and he groaned into your mouth.

“You brat,” he muttered, his forehead pressing to yours, breath shaky. “You’re already clenching around me again.”

“Not my fault,” you whispered, rocking your hips just enough to make him hiss. “You haven’t pulled out.”

“Don’t plan to.” His grip tightened on your waist, holding you still as his smirk returned, darker this time. “Round two, then?”

You grinned, kissing him quick and sharp. “Professor, I think I need… extra credit.”

His laugh was low, filthy, vibrating through your chest as he rolled you fully on top of him, his cock still buried inside you. His hands slid up your thighs, guiding you higher on his lap.

“Lesson ten?eleven ? Lost the fucking count,” he groaned, watching you with hungry eyes as you braced your hands on his chest, “is how to ride me until I forget my own name.”

Your answering smile was wicked, your hips already starting to move.

And class was far from over.

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