Grim being Grim™️

NGL Grim would be such a cockblocker sometimes, intentionally or unintentionally. Pretty sure there was an instance where Malleus wanted to sit next to you but Grim was like "NO, that's MY henchman!!! STAY AWAY!!!"

It would be so fucking funny if Grim was both the Immovable Object and the Unstoppable Force that cockblocks the entire student population. Grim grows fond of the prefect over time and, thus, more overprotective. Sometimes it's on purpose, most times it's just Grim being Grim™️ It doesn't help that you and Grim are a Buy 1 Take 1 package. You're supposed to be with him 24/7, lest the whole school suffer from an unsupervised Grim.

Oh, Ace and Deuce want to sleep over at ramshackle? Too bad, Grim's still pissed at them for something that happened literal months ago, and now he won't let either of them in Ramshackle for it!!! Not even the highest quality tuna will erase their transgressions against him. Grim even starts blackmailing Ace and Deuce to keep their crushes on the prefect secret. 10 cans of tuna per week. Minimum.

I'd still imagine the first years have an easier time getting past Grim compared to everyone else, though. They share the same classes and they're friends, so there's just more wiggle room, y'know? Even if it takes some bribery from Jack and Epel. That still doesn't mean Grim won't interrupt their private study sessions with you with his nonsense. It's always stupid shit too like "prefeeect, the cafeteria has discounted buns! Grab them for me!!!"

Cater just wanted a selfie with you without anyone else butting in. Guess who's getting in between the two of you and ruining the pic to make himself the star of the show? Exactly, that motherfucker Grim. Trey spends hours on a multilayered cake for valentines? Grim topples it over within two minutes tops because he's the incarnation of gluttony in a furball. Riddle just gets ragebaited within record time, as much as he tries not to let that raccoon get to him.

Nothing grates on Leona's ears more than Grim's voice. That furball just keeps yapping and yapping, and he wasn't even invited in the first place. Now, Leona has to pay for Grim's meal too, and it costs twice as much as yours. What was supposed to be a peaceful and slow evening with the prefect just derails into an argument. Leona would have thrown the raccoon out already if you didn't care so much about the furball. Ruggie has to use his unique magic to remove Grim from the scene entirely.

Azul earnestly attempts to make Grim sign a contract to help him court the prefect. A lifetime of free food and cheat sheets as long as he doesn't interrupt their dates and helps Azul gather information about the prefect. Does it work? Hell no, because Grim would never sell his beloved henchman's dignity for so cheap. Plus, the great Grim's help is worth more than that. The moment Grim starts whining and demanding for 'fairer terms', both Jade and Floyd become increasingly convinced that brute force is that only realistic solution.

Thankfully, Grim seems to like Kalim enough not to get in his way. To Grim, the benefits outweigh the negatives. Kalim spares no expense pleasing Grim, much to Jamil's dismay. However, that doesn't mean that Jamil isn't plotting. He's just waiting for the exact moment Grim inevitably plunges Scarabia into chaos so that he can steal you away amidst the confusion. Does it last long enough for the two of you to have a romantic evening alone? Fuck no, this is Grim (and Kalim) we're talking about.

Vil can't even have a spa day with you without Grim rummaging through his make-up and potions. The furball's mixing foundation and liquid blush like it's alchemy class. A few broken bottles later later and a suspicious green stain on Grim's mouth, Vil's already at his wits ends. Rook might be of some help against Grim, considering his prowess as a hunter, but this is Grim.

Ortho and Idia work as a team against Grim's bullshit. Ortho wants Idia to succeed, and he does everything he can to eliminate distract Grim momentarily so that his brother can finally make a move. If I'm being honest, I'm not sure if it's even much help considering Idia would likely take 90% of communication and bonding online. Unless Grim manages to destroy Ramshackle's wifi router again.

Sebek and Grim don't get along, and Sebek's already having a rough time trying to court the prefect in the first place because of all of Lilia's misinformation. Also, imagine waking up to Grim's complaining when you're supposed to be comfortably huddled up with Silver. And Grim's not even afraid of Malleus, so not even he stands a chance against Grim's bullshit. Malleus could be leaning down for a kiss, but you'll suddenly hear screeching in the distance. Yeah, that's Grim again. He's burning part of ramshackle down.

TLDR: Grim cockblocks the entire student population. Courting or dating the beloved prefect means appeasing Grim first and bypassing his bullshit.

© angelwilds, 2025

dick grayson fans who shit on tim drake are so baffling 2 me like that's his little guy excuse me

your kind of love drives a man insane

Shameless Batboys (dick, jason, tim, damian) x gn!afab!reader

synopsis: my personal batboy head canons with your sex life with them shiver me timbers

notes: full on nsfw MDNI they def dont do these in canon but idc, all aged up dont be weird

a/n: i got so embarrassed writing all of this i had to listen to alexg so i started bawling it while writing smut, i also love the pet name hayati KILL ME!

thank you for reading ily

1.7k-ish words, not beta read, UNEDITED nsfw under cut, im not rereading ts im so embarrassed

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Why are you the only one who doesn't notice BatBoys (dick, jason, tim, damian) x gn!reader

synopsis: civilian reader and yearner batboys when reader lowk doesnt gaf about them lolz + extra where they finally notice

notes: no use of [name], def ooc but idc at this point, making out w tim because im so fucking desperate, all aged up, pretty long uhh...

a/n: self indulge, i got lazy halfway through. i miss my kpop phase (heavily inspired by miniskirt by aoa!!!!!!!!)

thank you for reading ily

1.4k-ish words, not beta read, UNEDITED

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˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓙.𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𓂃 ⭒ gets a pretty nerd to ride him :: college au :: size difference :: cervix stuff :: f. nerd reader

“so the pretty nerd can ride dick, huh?”

smugness dripped from sukuna like his cologne. like that effortless, calloused charm that both infuriated and enraptured you.

the dorm's a mess. a haphazard tangle of his jacket, your shoes, his belt, your panties. the couch springs bounce with your hips. swivelling, spurring. clapping down against his balls in a lewdly wet rhythm. a plaplaplap to accentuate your whorish moans.

“sh-shut— shut up—” you drooled, nails clawing at his broad shoulders as you scrambled on his lap. his thick cock snuggled oh so suffocatingly within your hugging walls. pulsing heavy into your nerves. throbbing just right on a sweetspot. “just shut up 'nd— hah - feel my pussy.”

oh he was feeling it. every sob. every quiver. every pitiful little shimmer of your tears at the corners of your eyes as you dragged your soaking walls all the way to his hot tip— then sunk back down. wedging him so deep. so tight within your clenching gumminess that you're fluttering around him on every bounce.

cute, really. that the nerd's perfect pussy was both so insatiable and oh so pathetic.

“oh I'm feeling her.” clap! he leaned back after his palm thwacked a sting on your ass. a deep groan rumbled as you clenched. already staining him in a creamy ring huh?

“feeling her try to ride a cock too fuckin' big for her.”

he grinned. rough like his hands that roved over your legs, up your thighs and engulfed your waist. he bucked once. twice. rolled his hips in a sinful grind that rutted his pubic bone on your puffy clit. you crumbled into a sob. "there you go, dollface. that's how you take me.”

his sharp tongue licked his lips as he drank in your quivering slit suffocating round his girth. her creamy pearls slicked him messy. he returned the favour by smearing his dripping precum all over your cervix.

one hump. two. until you're struggling to bounce in time with his ramming thrusts. pulling out halfway then stuffing you full until the sting feels warm.

“k-kuna—” you hiccuped, hands clawing at his shoulders as his grip on your waist effortlessly compensated for your messy bounces.

“c'mon doll. where's that smart lil' brain of yours? all mush? dripping out here now?” your slit's tapped with a chuckle. “don't you wanna— ngh, gimme a quick lesson?”

he withdrew. stringy slick strung all over. webbing between your flushed flesh. an open-mouthed kiss harassed you below your jaw. right on your bobbing throat. “tell me. where am I right now?”

you're stuttering. struggling. mouth dropping to answer— before you're broken into a cry and your spine's thrown into an arch as he plunged back in. spraying stickiness all over. your cervix was fucked into quivers and squirms.

“m-my— my— ah!”

“answers, brat.”

sukuna flicked your clit. pinched and pulled as he fucked into that tight ring until your eyes burst into hearts. every grind demanded an answer. "where. am. I?"

“cervix— my cervix!”

you squeaked. then sobbed. his thrusts erupted into a frantic frenzy. squirts spraying. pussy pulsing. squeezing. as he fisted the fat of your ass and shoved you down to the hilt. reminding you just how inexperienced your nerdy self was. too busy stuffing your nose in textbooks than actually being stuffed full of cock.

"atta girl.” another spank to your ass. you're jerked closer. flushed into his smoked scent as he accentuates his cruelty with louder slapping balls on your plush flesh. “and what's this pretty, nerdy pussy gonna do for me? huh?”

“gonna. . . g-gonna cum! gonna cum— fuck, fuck, s'kuna 'm gonna—”

with his thumb swirled on your clit. his cock surging up. his lips sucking hickies all over your throat— you shattered. a clenching, creaming mess that floods him messy and bucks so desperately into a cock already stretching you full.

your release spurred a dizzying heat onto him. hot, and heavy, and wet as he snatched your waist and ground you into a filthy hump on every throbbing, thick vein. a large hand squished your face and jerked you in. lips brushing his as he ragged a grunt.

“mm, fuck yeah baby, and what am I gonna do to this pretty pussy?”

“fill— hngh, fill it up—”

“that's it. gonna stuff this lil' thing full.”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato.

cw. porn with no plot.

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yes, the idea of reader getting used as a fleshlight is fantastic, but what about reader using him as a dildo? not worried about his pleasure. you're only fucking him because he's a loser with a huge cock.

you're stuffing your panties (lacy, soaked through, reeking of your perfect pussy) into his face in a failed attempt to stifle his loud, unabashed moans. he definitely hasn't been fucked before, if so, not like this. due to his inexperience, he's probably came way too many times already inside you, and so you're bouncing on his fat, slimy cock with cum sloshing inside you and leaking with every bounce onto his pelvis.

"oh fuck- shut up, will you? i'm t-trying... mmnh... to focus," you manage out. trying to sound stern is basically an impossibility when you've got his cock smushed inside you to the hilt.

his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, thighs trembling beneath you as you sink down on him and then rock your hips back and forth while completely stuffed. this method doesn't give him as much pleasure as it does for you, but you don't care. this isn't for his pleasure, or your connection. all you care about is how deep he hits when you sink all the way, how your cunt's clenching so tight he can't stop shaking.

"f-fuck-!" he whines again pathetically through the lace in his mouth, drool soaking the crotch of your panties where they're pressed over his mouth and nose. his eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on the place where you meet him. it's humiliating how desperate he looks.

"you like getting used, huh?" you pant, beginning to bounce again so the overstimulation hits once more. you let his big, drooling cock drag and catch with each rough bounce. it makes that slick, wet sound every time you move.

"ah- ye-yeah, like it soooo much," he moans so loud it vibrates through your soaked panties, tries to say something, but you shove your panties harder into his face so you don't hear what shit he has to say. his cock pulses again and you can feel more warmth spill out of you, overflowing from the tip, dripping down to his balls in glooping heaps. "such a -shit- big fucking cock wasted on a nobody like ngh! you. y-you don't deserve it."

your voice cracks halfway through but you don't stop or pretend this is anything but using him like he's just a toy that happens to twitch and moan and cum without your permission. your hands are braced on his chest for balance, his skin hot and slick under your palms from how hard he's sweating, poor thing.

you push the underwear just enough to see his eyes, which are teary and rolled back. his eyes clamp shut when you drop down especially hard, and his whole body jerks like he's seizing. his stomach tightens under your hands but the second you grind down again deep, slow and mean, he lets out a strangled sob into your panties, soaked through with spit and the sharp scent of your cunt.

"mmnh, fuck, look at you," you breathe out, "you're crying, sweetheart. is it too much?" you coo mockingly, dragging your hips up until just his swollen tip is nestled at the edge of your cunt, nearly pulling out. the area where his cockhead enters you is smeared in cum and slick. he scrabbles at your arms, needing to be back inside you. then, without warning, you slam back down, clamping hard on him.

he screams behind the fabric. legs kicking. you begin grinding down hard as punishment until you feel another twitch inside you, his cock thickening, spurting another weak, creamy load. his fifth? sixth? doesn't matter.

okay maybe he didn’t plan this thoroughly.

sure he was desperate to go on a date with you, that’s why he sent the flowers in the first place. but now that you’re sitting there so prettily in front of him, skimming through the menu, he realized that he has zero clue on how to flirt without any ulterior motives.

“i think ill have.. the vietnamese coffee.”

oh and your voice.. it’s so beautiful and soothing. all he could do was nod like a stupid bobble head and palm his poor cock that was begging to sink itself into you under the table to relief himself.

“uh yea ill get that too..” he stuttered, unaware of what thoughts were in your mind. he had no idea you heard him jerking off to you for the past two weeks and even more so that you were doing the same.

you were both out for a few hours getting to know each other better. it gave him extra time to figure out which position to have you in by the end of the night.

except, you didn’t go into his apartment after heading back from the cafe. and you didn’t let him into yours.

“alright, good night satoru. thank you again.” you leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek before entered your apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

satoru stood there in shock.

you didn’t want to fuck him? were you teasing him? surely you’d open the door again and allow him to come in so he could put you in a nasty mating press.

but you didn’t.

you made him wait.

2..3..4 dates went by and the most you’ve done was hold hands as you walked through the mall and kiss each other anywhere but the lips. his personal favorite was the cheek so he could attempt to move his head to the side, allowing your lips to accidentally graze his. but every time you’d move just in time. he was growing frustrated. you wouldn’t even kiss him let alone sleep with him.

on the fifth date, you two made it official and the neighbors had a field day with that. for a bit.

“did you hear satoru and the cookie girl got together?”

“shut up. don’t tell me that’s the reason we’ve finally been able to sleep peacefully lately.”

“who could’ve seen this-“

“coming! m’cumming!” you whimpered into your bedsheets, tears streaming down your flushed face.

gojo finally had you where he wanted, underneath him sobbing dumbly over his fat cock, after seeing your toys in your closet. “ha.. so you’ve been playing with these shitty things knowing i needed ya?”

he groaned feeling you tighten around him. “fuck. did ya hear me touch myself every night, hm? you got off on that?”

your eyes rolled back once he brought your vibrator to tease your clit all while he kept hitting the spot that had you seeing stars.

“mmm,” he chuckled. “who’s making you feel better huh?”

“y-you! you satoruuu!”

his hand that was placed on the small of your back moved to spank your plush ass, adding onto the already existing hand marks.

“knew i had to have this pretty pussy the second you knocked on my door. m’mad at you baby. should’ve knocked on my door for a different reason but hey, least you’re my girl now.”

his lips smashed onto yours in a messy kiss. “go on baby. cum.” he ordered.

you didn’t need to be told twice.

your sweet juices spilled out over his length, body collapsing completely over the bed. gojo slowed his movements, fucking back your orgasm into you before spilling his seed in you.

“nice and deep.. good girl.”

his thumb shifted to turn off the toy, throwing it somewhere in the room. his cock slipped out of you making you whine.

“oh? you want more? should’ve just said so, love.”

his hands grabbed onto yours waist, flipping you over so now you were both face to face. “let’s try this position now.”

the neighbors might’ve gotten a few weeks of peace, but they now had to deal with gojo fucking the pretty girl that lived on the same floor.

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── ★ ˙📦 ‧₊˚ headcanons for . . .⠀╱⠀neighbour!jasontodd ᵎᵎ

a sprinkle of ☕️ ⋆˚꩜｡ jason todd is your next door neighbour who is hopelessly—and very obviously—crushing on you. pure fluff, shameless pining, and jason todd vs. his inability to act normal around you. spreading my nefarious soft!jason + lovesick!jason agenda forever yup

marital devotion

PAIRING: Dilf!Jason Todd x Wife!Reader

SUMMARY: Jason Todd loves fingering his wife.

WARNINGS: SMUT!! slight plot, porn :D, fem! wife! reader, established relationship, slight sub!reader, use of 'good girl', use of other pet names/names of endearment, dirty talk, praising

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

"Please—"

The word breaks from your lips, broken and whining, and Jason's mouth curves against your throat, the shape of his smile pressed to your pulse point.

"Please what?" His voice rumbles through you, calloused fingers slowly trailing along your inner thigh. "Use your words."

You whine, hips canting toward his touch, and he tsks softly.

"Jason," you whine, and your voice sounds foreign even to your own ears. Desperate. "You know what I need."

They should sell tentacle bath bombs at lush that molest you

silly idea I came up with while working on finals and grades:

While Crowley was oh sooooo generous to give you an allowance, most of it went to repairing the dorm, buying basic necessities, and Grim's never-ending appetite. You were left very little to get yourself clothes that weren't ill-fitting and moth-eaten, have a sweet treat now and then, or even just get something from Sam's that wasn't near expired discounted food.

Thus, you asked for permission to leave campus during your free days to go into town and seek employment. The headmage was initially against it, after all who else can he depend on to take care of all the busywork? But he caved in quickly when you told him that you needed new clothes and it was either he give you more allowance or you start going to class with the high probability that your clothes will literally rot off your body from age and bugs.

Thus, you went into town seeking employment from one of the many shops, cafes, bakeries, patisseries, restaurants, you name it. However, not having proper documentation not showing that you legally exist is a huge barrier, and while sympathetic, most of the owners and managers you talk to have employment laws that they have to follow.

Only one is willing to pay you "under the table", at least until they can get you some documentation that will allow you to work "legally," they're even nice enough to offer you help as they know people in similar situations!

Unfortunately, it's a maid cafe. Actually it's closer to the equivalent of an American restaurant chain named vaguely after the sound an owl makes.

The owner is actually a very nice lady, and all the other employees seem to really like their job! Plus, they tell you that they make hundreds in tips every week, which would be a godsend. It's just that maid outfits are so suggestive and you're not really sure if you're even pretty enough to make what the others to in a month, let alone a week.

Plus, it's in a part of town that a lot of students go to, and you'd be mortified if your classmates saw you dressed up like that! They'd probably laugh at you, or worse, ask you to serve them just to be dicks!

But, you really need the money, and this is the only place that is not only willing to hire you, but also pay you a decent wage. The owner offers to have you work the coffee bar until they have space in the kitchen for a new cook or dishwasher, making drinks and serving finger foods, though you would have to occasionally work as a server during busy hours.

Some of the other employees offer to help you do your hair and make up, one even asking if your classmates would recognize you all dressed up as he gestured to your ratty, worn uniform.

"It kinda dwarfs your body, it's all old and kinda gross—no offense—I mean do any of them even know what you look like all dolled up?"

He makes...a great point actually. And the more you thought about it, how likely was it that one of your classmates would be caught dead going into a maid cafe? You'll totally be fine!

Unfortunately, that reassurance only lasted for a few weeks when a familiar face walked through the doors of the cafe, and laid his eyes on you.

What asshole god decided to spite you specifically? No clue, your only saving grace was that he, as your coworker predicted, didn't recognize you in your uniform and make up. However...he was staring intensely at you, eyes wide and mouth ever so slightly gape, so maybe he was starting to piece it together.

To your shock, all he did was swallow, carefully approached your bar, and sat. You blinked at him as you handed him a menu and silently walked away, trying to busy yourself with cleaning countertops and cups.

When your classmate waved his hand and, almost bashfully, ordered a drink and pastry to go, you were confused at the weird look in his eye. Once he was served, your classmate paid, quickly scribbled something on his receipt, and left, his cheeks flushed.

As soon as he was out of your sight, you scrambled to the piece of paper, and let your mouth fall open as you noticed that in the tip line, he left you nearly 20 thaurmarks for a simple 8 thaurmark order. In the blank space at the bottom, he'd scratched out a bunch of his writing, though you could make out "pretty" and what you think was a beginning of your classmate's number. Instead, he simply wrote down "Hi" and introduced himself.

From then on, you had a regular that came in every weekend just to visit you. If it was busy, he'd the host if he could wait until your area had a free spot, always ordering the same drink and pastry, and leaving a generous tip. You never spoke to him, scared that he'd recognize your voice, but he didn't even seem to notice or care. Though, he barely spoke himself, only to order and say please and thank you, resting his chin in his hands as he stared, you feeling his love-struck gaze trailing after you as you moved around the cafe.

But now, he's starting to talk more, even trying (keep word try) to flirt with you, but you just get hot under your cheeks and nod silently. He asks your name, and you just make something up and write it down on your notepad, showing it to him. Every time he comes in after that, he asks for you by name, and says it so sweetly it makes your coworkers swoon and you flustered.

You almost forget that he's your classmate that you're trying to lot let it slip to that you already know him, and not just a sweet, generous customer, until you hear him talking on campus with your friends.

"If your cute little maid is so shy, why don't you just write down your number on a napkin and leave it for them to find? Worse thing is that they toss it out and you just don't go back! Best case, you two start texting and you ask them out on a date!"

Oh no. If you ignore his note, you hurt his feelings and lose out on what has become a regular and large chunk of your tips. But you can't text him back, he already has your number under your actual name. How are you going to explain that you've been hiding who you actually are and low-key taking a bit advantage of his crush because it's been funding your need for new clothes and enjoyable food?

Yeah, no, you're pretty sure that something or someone in the universe has been trying to make your life miserable for some awful reason.

im a different girl every hour u have to understand this

୨୧ —The steering wheel dug into your back as you rode on Nanami's cock like your life depended on it, but you couldn't care less.

“K-Kento -fuck- gonna be such a good little wife,” you sobbed, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth as your head lolled back. The horn giving weak little beeps when you slam down too hard.

His fingers dug bruises into your thighs- thumbs spreading your puffy lips apart so he could watch his thick cock disappear into your sloppy cunt. The cramped driver's seat of his Mercedes forced your bodies impossibly close, windows long since steamed over, hiding you from the empty university parking lot beyond.

Should have waited until I got her to my apartment, Nanami thought, but then you clenched around him and rational thought evaporated. “Listen to this greedy hole,” he groaned, hair wrecked from your desperate pulling, slacks shoved just far enough down his thighs.

She's ruined me, his half lidded gaze watched your tits bounce inches from his face, Completely.

“Want your cum,” you babbled, tears streaming down your cheeks as pleasure began to overwhelm you, “Breed me -nngh- fuck your baby into me right here make me -AAHN- make me yours, Kento, please please, please!” Your nails carved crescents into his shoulders, thighs trembling violently, “wanna drop out and just be yours.”

“You're graduating,” he growled, thrusting up so hard the whole car rocked… “Then I'm putting a ring on you and breeding this pretty pussy every goddamn night.”

He yanked you down by your hips, grinding the fat head of his cock against your cervix until you wailed, “YES! Ohh fuck, yes yes yes!”

You came with a scream you couldn't muffle, gushing around his cock, soaking his slacks and the leather beneath you. He followed with a guttural groan, pumping you so full that cum immediately began leaking out around his shaft, dripping down his balls and pooling on the seat.

He didn't stop.

By the time he finally stilled, you were a mess- mascara streaked, lips swollen, pussy stuffed and overflowing with him. Your limbs had gone boneless, draped over him like you’d never move again.

He kissed your forehead, lips lingering, “I meant that,” he murmured against your damp skin, “…The ring part.”

Your exhausted smile pressed into the curve of his throat, “i know.”

His arms tightened around you as campus lights flickered on outside, “And the baby part.”

── ★ ˙📦 ‧₊˚ headcanons for . . .⠀╱⠀neighbour!jasontodd ᵎᵎ

a sprinkle of ☕️ ⋆˚꩜｡ jason todd is your next door neighbour who is hopelessly—and very obviously—crushing on you. pure fluff, shameless pining, and jason todd vs. his inability to act normal around you. spreading my nefarious soft!jason + lovesick!jason agenda forever yup

blood vow

art by crispy_eve

“Are you sure?” Choso whispered, sharp teeth grazing the tendon along your neck where his hot breath met your skin.

It took everything in him to hold back. But he had to be sure, needed you to agree before he risked a decision that would change the course of your entire existence.

You nodded, holding on to his shoulders as you felt him lower himself down again, pressing soft kisses along your neck and jaw to soothe your nerves – but his heavy breathing betrayed the challenge of restraint.

It wasn’t a decision to be made lightly. Especially for someone like you – a vampire hunter, of all things.

You were supposed to be after them, not under them.