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The Recruit - 31. Clint

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2289

Warnings: smut (MMFF bisexual threesome. Somnophillia, oral sex, anal sex)

Synopsis: When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it. He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time. Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out. It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

31. Clint

Clint’s return to consciousness was slow and a little confusing. He’d been dreaming, he knew that. In the dream, he lived on a farm with you, Steve, Sharon, Sam, Natasha, and Bucky. They had a dog and one of those furry cows with horns. Natasha had just told everyone she was pregnant and everyone was so happy, but then it had gone from that to being in bed. He was fucking Bucky, the other man bent over the edge of the bed and gripping the sheets so hard they were tearing under his fingers. Clint had a hand bunched in his hair and was pulling it back as he thrust hard and deep into him. It was a weird dream for Clint. Usually, when he had sex dreams he was the one being fucked, among a whole myriad of other things. The thing that really stuck with him, even as the real world started to bleed into it, was how detailed Bucky’s back was. He could see every corded muscle and every scar as if it was in high definition.

It began to fade, but that feeling of him fucking something didn’t. He rutted his hips and let out a soft moan, but it wasn’t until he felt the sting and burn of someone entering him that he woke fully. He cried out at the unexpected intrusion, his muscles clenching hard and his hips bucking forward.

Steve had his arm wrapped around Clint and his forearm braced against Clint’s chest. “There’s my little cock slut,” Steve growled against his ear. “Relax and take it. You know this is what you were made for.”

Clint’s eyes rolled back into his head. He couldn’t think straight. Those words coming from Steve somehow sounded more wrong and taboo than anything else, which just turned Clint on even more. He mewled and willed himself to relax and Steve pulled him back down onto his cock. Both you and Sharon stirred and sat up, looking around blearily. “What’s going on?” you asked.

“Just taking care of our little bird,” Steve said. “If one of you gets on your back, I’ll make him take care of you too.”

Sharon leaned in and whispered something to you. Your eyebrows knit together and you give a small nod. “Okay,” you said. “But we don’t have a lot of time. I need to arrive at training before any of you, and you’re going to the medics. Right?”

Steve made a sound against Clint’s ear. It was almost imperceptible but it was close to a growl. “Yes. Right after,” he said. “Just a morning quickie.”

You rolled on your back, and Steve manhandled Clint so that he was on his knees between your legs. While Steve’s cock pushed in and out and ground deeper than Clint had ever taken him, not once did he pull out. Clint mewled loudly as he was wrestled into positions and he gripped your thighs, putting them over his shoulders as Steve shoved his head down onto your cunt.

Clint was having trouble focusing on anything outside his immediate vicinity. He had this vague sense that Sharon had straddled your face and if he wasn’t so completely fucked out of his mind, he was sure he’d be enjoying the view right now. He licked and sucked at your cunt like his life depended on it. All the while Steve pounded into his ass. Hard jolts of pleasure were punched into him, right up his spine and rippling out through him. His cock bounced up and down with each snap of Steve’s hips, making it slap against Clint’s stomach, smearing precome on his skin and sending little droplets of it splattering onto the sheets. He wanted so badly to touch it. To wrap his hand around his shaft and pump it until he painted the sheets, but he was too busy bracing himself against you as it felt like Steve was trying to split him in two.

He was so dazed, that when your orgasm hit, it took him completely by surprise. You arch your back up and your hips jerk up, hitting him in the face and making him feel even more dazed than he already was. He pulled back and shook his head like he was trying to clear it and watched as Sharon climbed off your face and crawled around beside him.

She rolled on her back and wiggled under him and took his cock into her mouth. Clint cried out loudly, his whole body shuddering as he tried to hold it together. “Please,” he begged. “Gonna come!”

Steve’s hand pushed into Clint’s hair and he dragged his head back. “Come,” he ordered.

That’s all it took for Clint to completely fall apart. His balls pulled tight and his whole body shuddered, and he released straight down Sharon’s throat. She gagged and pulled back, swallowing what she could while the rest spilled down her lips.

Steve grabbed Clint’s hips and he picked up the pace. All Clint had the energy to do was hold on to you and let Steve use him. You played with his hair as Steve railed into him and with a roar, Steve shoved in deep and came hard. He could feel the pulse of his cock inside him as he filled him. “Fuck…” Clint moaned.

Steve pulled out of him and patted Clint’s back. “I’m gonna shower,” he said.

Sharon said something to you, but Clint wasn’t sure what. She then got up and followed Steve. You played with his hair and he looked up at you completely dazed. “You have to go for a run soon,” you teased and Clint started laughing breathlessly.

“Don’t remind me,” he whined.

“Sharon said she’s gonna stick with Steve and make sure he goes down to the infirmary,” you explained. “We can lie here while you get your bearings but we should really go eat and then shower. I need to look like I came down from my room.”

Clint nodded. “Just a little longer, okay?”

You nodded and leaned down and kissed his forehead. “You got it, babe.”

Something was wrong.

Steve and Sharon hadn’t stayed for breakfast, so he’d had food with you and then you’d both showered. You’d gone down to the gym first and he’d followed a little after with Lucky. It was a weird start to the morning, but nothing felt completely off.

It felt off now.

Sharon and Bucky were late. Sam seemed to be expecting them and he kept checking his watch. He wasn't the only one. Everyone in the gym was getting antsy. Around the time a few of the reception staff came over to ask if they could pat Clint’s dog, Sam seemed to give up.

“Okay, we're running late, let's get going. You know the way,” Sam called.

Clint took another look around as he made his way outside with the group. Just as he left the gym he saw Sam pull Hill to the side. He whispered something to her, and she nodded and veered off the elevator.

That wasn’t particularly reassuring, but he knew he had to keep up appearances. He made his way outside and started running, Lucky’s leash clasped in his hand as he jogged along with the dog. Lucky had gotten a lot better since the day Clint had brought him home from the vet, and he’d been joining him on these morning runs for a while now.

Clint wasn’t focusing on his dog right now. He was too caught up in the potential repercussions of what was keeping Bucky and Sharon. He was sure it must be something to do with Steve. What if they'd found something really bad? Did Steve have a brain tumor? Could he even get a brain tumor?

Clint slowed his pace, trying to fall in line with Sam. You passed him with a group of the other recruits, glancing back at him with your eyebrows knitted

It was fairly common for Clint to wish that they weren’t so secretive about their relationship when they were down at training. He supposed it wouldn’t change much. Steve had this bug in his bonnet about being professional, and Clint supposed that it would probably make a lot of people uncomfortable if the group were being all touchy-feely in the middle of training. But he couldn’t pretend that the idea of stealing kisses and touches at work did turn him on. It wasn’t just that though. He would like to be able to kiss people goodbye in the hall without worrying about secrets.

That feeling had only been compounded since you had joined the group. At least with any of the others, he could go up and have a whispered conversation and no one would question it. He was able to wait for Sam and speculate on where everyone was. That was harder to do for you. You needed to be careful about people seeing you getting too cozy with any of the Avengers.

Sam caught up to him and pulled up beside him. “What’s going on?” Clint asked.

“I was going to ask you,” Sam said. “You were with Sharon and Steve last night, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, but they left together to take Steve to the infirmary,” Clint said. “Sharon said she’d come down once she was sure he was going through with it.”

Sam frowned. “Well, maybe Bucky and Sharon decided to stay and keep him company.”

Clint nodded. “Yeah. Maybe that’s all it is.”

Sam patted him on the shoulder. “Let’s not worry, unless we need to worry.”

That was easier said than done. Clint kept running, encouraging people when he saw them struggling, and when he got back to the tower he grabbed a bottle of water and shared it with Lucky. Hill was already down waiting for Sam and they had a hurried conversation that Clint watched with eagle eyes. He tried reading their lips but he was only able to pick up random words and none of them were particularly helpful at understanding what was happening.

Sam stepped up onto the platform at the end of the room. “There won’t be any circuits today,” he called out. “Everyone return to work. Recruits, stay put. We’ll let you know where to go in a moment.”

Everyone started heading out of the room except for the Avengers and some of the higher-up agents all gathered together. Clint went to the group and squeezed in between Wanda and Natasha. “Alright, everyone,” Sam said, in a hushed voice. “Cap’s gone missing.”

There were shocked murmurs in the group and Sam held up his hands. “I know, I know. This is what we know. He’s been off since that mission where HYDRA got their hands on him. We’d convinced him to take an MRI and Sharon Carter was escorting him down to make sure he checked himself in. Sergeant Barnes found her unconscious in the elevator. He’s gone in pursuit. He’s known Captain Rogers for the longest and he hoped he might be able to work out in what direction he might have gone. In the meantime, we all need to track him down. He’s not himself. He’s attacked one of us.”

Clint’s heart was beating so hard it was difficult to hear Sam over it. He couldn’t believe this had happened. Steve had attacked Sharon? There was no way! Even this version of Steve that wouldn’t attack one of them?

“Clint and Wanda,” Sam said, making Clint snap his attention to him. “You both stay with the recruits. Take them through some circuits maybe or do some drills. I don’t know. Keep them busy.”

“What?” Clint said. “No. I want to go help find Steve.”

Sam sighed. “Alright everyone, go do what you do best. If you hear anything, I’m the first person you tell. Clint, one moment.”

Clint huffed and walked to the side of the room. “Look,” Sam said. “I know you want to help, and fuck I know you’d be able to. But our girl is over there and she’s probably freaking out. I’ll message you when we know anything. And I mean anything. And you can tell her. Okay?”

“Why don’t we just send the recruits home and she can come with us?” Clint asked.

“You know even if we do send them home, she can’t come with us,” Sam whispered. “This isn’t ideal. None of this is fucking ideal. Something really fucked is going on with Steve and I don’t know what to do. I’m going to go out for a fly with Rhodey and Tony and we’re going to see if we can spot him. In the meantime, I need you to watch out for her.”

“Fine,” Clint huffed. “But if you hear anything…”

“I’ll text you,” Sam said, and his tone turned gentle. “Promise, babe. Anything…”

Clint took a risk and rubbed Sam’s arm, frowning as he did. He took a deep breath. He needed to get it together. He needed to be strong for you. He wanted to help find Steve but this was where he was needed. You needed him.

He walked over to where the group of recruits were milling around talking with each other. Wanda stepped up beside him and he clapped his hands. “Alright, kids,” he said. “I know you’re all wondering what’s going on. But for now, we have work to do. Let’s head down to the shooting range.”

You looked at him, raising your eyebrow. He offered a small smile knowing it wasn’t going to be enough to set your worries at ease. He would fill you in when he could later. For now, he’d do his best just to distract you and hope that was enough.

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sapphire-weapon · 1 year ago

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Would you be willing to elaborate more on Leon's breeding kink? It's one of my favorite kinks but it just feels like cookie cutter porno stuff whenever I see it out in the fandom.

yes, BUT --

the funny thing about this being one of my headcanons is that pregnancy is actually a huge source of trauma for me, so this is one of those things that's like... I headcanon this not because I like it, but because I genuinely feel like it fits the character. so, yes, I will go into this because I think it's an interesting side of Leon to explore, but I just wanted to give the added context/caveat of "just bear with me trying to talk about this, because I am Doing My Best." (this is also why it's taken me so long to answer this ask; I've had to take breaks throughout the process of writing it.)

I mentioned this the last time I brought this up, but this kink was born from Leon being robbed of his own bodily autonomy by the government -- I don't think that this is something he's always had. like, pre-RE2 Leon didn't have his libido whispering in his ear: "Go knock someone up." and I also think that this whole thing is being exacerbated by how paranoid Leon's forward-thinking brain is about accidentally actually ending up with a kid. like, the more Forbidden it feels, the more he secretly wants to do it and gets off on the idea of it.

but, also like I've said before, he keeps this shit to himself. Leon is not telling random hookups that he wants to get them pregnant, and he won't fuck without a condom, besides.

but on the very rare occasion that the stars align (seriously this has only ever happened, like, twice in his entire life) and he manages to spend the night with someone who he

trusts to be honest about handling her own birth control, allowing him to feel comfortable with/confident about barebacking her

trusts to not judge him for this

believes to be (and is) genuinely into it also as well and

is willing to roleplay this out with him as a result

he plays it up and soaks it up for all its worth. he enjoys it so much that, even if he was with someone who didn't necessarily tick box number one, if she was to pull the condom off in the middle of sex and beg him to finish inside her, he'd do it. he'd panic about it afterwards, but in the heat of the moment, he'd do it.

so, here's some in-the-moment headcanons for you, since I know the kids these days like this stuff:

● holding his partner from behind and pressing an open palm against her lower abdomen while kissing her neck and whispering to her how beautiful she'll be when she starts showing and how, the bigger she gets, the less he'll be able to keep his hands off of her.

● reassuring her that he'll be with her and take care of her throughout her whole pregnancy -- because, for him, it's not about being possessive or the animalistic urge to breed; this whole thing is sprung from the unattainable (for him) fantasy of actually starting a family

● pressing the very tip of his cock against her entrance but not pushing all the way inside until he gets an answer to the question: "You sure you're ready to have a baby?"

● breaking the fourth wall of the roleplay while actively fucking her and whispering directly in her ear: "Stop taking your birth control. I want this to be real next time." if she asks in the moment if he's being serious, he'll double down: "Yeah. Let me knock you up for real. I want to be with you when you take the test." -- and then never following up on that thought; he'll only admit to not actually being serious if he's explicitly asked later, once it's over.

● when he starts to get close to orgasm, telling her: "You're going to be a great mother" and then when he's right at the edge: "I won't stop until you're pregnant"

● angling her hips upward right before he climaxes so that nothing leaks out

● keeping his hips held flush against hers for an extra moment after he's completely emptied himself inside her, just to enjoy the feeling of his own release being pressed against him by the walls of her body

and the more she says back to him, the better.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #whew this one was hard #so y'all better enjoy it

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angel-lopes2000 · 1 year ago

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Theory: ''Badlands'' might be a forgotten past from Margaret White.

(Warning: this theory was only made for fun, please don't take this shit seriously XD)

Hello to everyone, as the title says, I would like to tell you a theory that I've thought after reminding to a conversation I used to have a friend during Filmow website few months ago and one of our themes is about one of the possible reasons that made Margaret White, Carrie's mother to turn into a very religious woman and her whole rage and violent reacts towards sex and a lot of things that she considers dirty and impure in her eyes. According to my friend, one of these reasons could be because in her youth times, she used to do a lot of unhealthy things as drinking, smoking and having sex before marriage and her shaming from the own past, she've drought herself on religion too much, but so seriously until she couldn't realize which is really sinful and which isn't anymore.

And taking this piece of information, I had watched another Sissy's movie named ''Badlands'' (and honestly, didn't see that movie so special as they said. I think it's very overrated.) and by the times I watched it, I got some evidences that could proof this theory and here we're gonna start now:

Well, first of all, we're gonna resume quickly about how does ''Badlands'' narrative works:

The story happens to late 50s. We have two main characters: Holly Sargis and Kit Carruthers. Holly's a 15yo girl that lives into a small and dead-end town from South Dakota, she lives with her dad and a dog because her mom died years ago by pneumonia and one time, she was rolling around the baton until she met Kit, a 25yo greaser and garbageman that was collecting trash when she fell in love for him have a charm and James Dean's mannerisms. Since she took the eyes from that guy, she didn't want to live into ''a boring and bland'' anymore, now she want to live an adventure. A emotional romance in side of that cool guy.

But her dad was against this relationship and made Holly to avoid him. Kit tried to convince, but nothing worked - So, in a furious feeling, he murdered her dad, burned her whole house and then, took her, driving very far away. At first, Holly thought it was like a dream came true, however this dream turned into nightmare and after many stolen lives, Holly was tired and didn't see her once boyfriend in the same light anymore and in the end, both got arrested but Kit's been sentenced to execution, while Holly was exonerated (Even when she didn't deserve ¬¬)

And this was ''Badlands'', now I'll gonna tell you guys my own theory that has connection towards this movie and 76' Carrie.

After having a chance to get a new beginning, Holly changed her name to ''Margaret'' and moved to Chamberlain, where she've converted from religion. However, even living a new life, she've never left her previous traumas and her older shadow as "Serial Killer's girlfriend'' and holding a heaviest guilty and fear from Hell and Eternal Punishment, she worked so hard to purify herself but after to living inside an unhealthy relation to religion, she became fanatic and unable to difference between which is sinful and which isn't.

So, one day, now at early 60's, she met a man named Ralph White, that followed the same radical thoughts and got married, living a ''peaceful" life. In the first days of married woman, Margaret and Ralph laid together, however because from both thinking as they sinned, they prayed as promise to never do again. But in one night, while Margaret was doing domestic stuff, Ralph arrived after job, smelling as whisky (According to Margaret's words on last part from the movie) and then, both did again but this time, she got pregnant and in this pregnancy, came Carrie White. After more complications during the marriage, Ralph met another woman and ran with her, leaving his ex-wife and daughter by themselves. And this where we have Carrie's story and all the abuse she've suffered by her religious mother.

Evidences that follow these connections between the movies:

Same actress: Holly and Carrie were played by the same actress, Sissy Spacek. And as a game towards this fact, I've thought as if you has Sissy as Piper's daughter, so there could have the own Sissy playing Piper's character but as younger version;

Appearence: Red hair and quieter personality to both characters (Holly and Carrie) but to different perspectives. (After looking to both characters, I thought that how long the girl had growing up, more Margaret would notice as how similar Carrie looked like her on youth times and disgusted and raged by her past-self, she thought that punishing Carrie was like punishing her own past as Holly - that girl that because a dangerous passion, killed her dad and most people that nothing had a deal to their issues);

Some Holly's quotes: Still on the first part from ''Badlands'', when Holly was still in love for Kit, she commented a quote about never being noticed by anyone before Kit and that she would rather to ''spend a week to someone that loved her than years of loneliness'' (And when we think about Carrie as character and her relation to school, this quote could remind her a bit);

Margaret's rage and disgust towards anything related to sexuality: If we remember on ''Badlands'', there's a subliminal scene that indicates as Holly and Kit ''laid together'' and after this scene and then, the time that Margaret got pregnant, we consider as Margaret/Holly being so traumatized and ruined mentally that she think all boys would exactly like Kit or Ralph: Or being a serial killer and take Carrie away from her or get Carrie pregnant and leave her to another girl; (Which it can also explain her agressive act after Carrie told her about being invited by Tommy for prom.).

And with all these consequences, Carrie grew up into a depressed and sadder girl that never knew how was having a normal life and fitting on society without taking everything for religion, also someone that never knew how was the feeling to being loved and cared by someone. Her life was definited by violence and cruelty, even when she didn't deserve it.

(And here we finish this theory, sorry if it was too short - I know it wasn't that much but informations enough. Once again, this was made more for fun, don't take it as real serious stuff ^^')

#carrie white #carrie 1976 #stephen king #fan theory #theory #badlands

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johanna-swann · 1 year ago

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The thing about Marisol and Natalia - the thing is this.

I like Natalia. She's an interesting character and I would love to see more of her. BUT. It makes no (and I mean absolutely zero) sense for Buck to date anyone at this point. After everything he's been through he's just learning that being himself and by himself is enough. Introducing Natalia as his love interest instead of a new friend outside of the 118 bubble was a (amatonormativity induced) mistake in my opinion.

With Marisol on the other hand it's the exact opposite? It's definitely in line with Eddie's character development to try dating again. He's over the whole Ana thing and Shannon's death, he's in a good place mentally speaking and has the time to get back into the dating world - on his own terms. Because he wants it so, not because of what others expect of him. But then they (re-)introduce Marisol of all people in a way that not only feels super rushed, it also goes completely against Eddie's "dating people from calls never works" rule. With the way Eddie and Marisol's remeeting is written it also implies that this is going to be Miss Right for Eddie and that we're watching an epic lovestory unfold. Except we don't really know anything about her and they don't really know each other either. We're just supposed to root for them because Marisol used the word "magic" while talking about glue, I guess. (Natalia at least has an interesting job going for her, a topic that connects her and Buck.)

So yeah. They should've been more subtle about the whole Marisol thing, not oversell it this much and Natalia shouldn't be a love interest at all. Not yet at least, I would've waited until mid season 7 before having Buck date again.

Ultimately of course I still hope Buddie might become a thing, I'm just saying: Other pairings could work just as well if they did it right and didn't keep retconning characters' backgrounds and developments.

Because that's another thing that irked me about season 6B. They were suddenly all about romanticising Eddie and Shannon's relationship?

The way I understood it is they were highschool sweethearts who got pregnant way too young and barely out of school and then married because with a child on the way it was expected of them. I don't think they were even living together yet. Then Eddie pretty much immediately joined the army and he was gone, only came back for a few months when Christopher was born and re-enlisted. He had only just got back home when Shannon suggested moving to LA which is why Eddie refused and then Shannon ran off on her own. They started having sex again later, but never really got back together and Shannon even wanted a divorce.

It's established that they fought a lot about all kinds of things, that it was never easy and that the only thing that ever really worked between the two of them was the sex. We know this because there were flashbacks, because Eddie told us so and because Shannon told us so. Yes, they wanted to try their best to be a family for Christopher and I'm sure they loved each other.

But why is Eddie suddenly talking about how their relationship was simply "magical" and he wants to find that again??? Even if he loves Shannon and is forever grateful for Chris, the relationship itself (married for the wrong reasons without really wanting to, never really present at the same time, barely spending time together, leaving each other, using sex to avoid having to talk to each other, not able to communicate their needs) sounds like a nightmare.

#911 abc #911 fox #shannon diaz #natalia dollenmeyer #marisol #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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saccahrine sundays | k.bakugou

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 5.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: katsuki can never find enough time to get some sleep. between being a full time pro hero, a father and a husband— hours of rest are hard to come by. unless it’s one of those sweet, sweet saccharine sundays.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to late twenties ), somnophilia, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female recieving ), tummy bulges, mating press, pregnancy!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, light!exhibitionism, cumplay + needy bakugou has a praise!kink... <3

♡ author’s note(s): brrr hey guys! it feels like forever since i last posted a full fic, january was bleh so im happy to get this out !! special thanks to @greenchild for feeding me this idea and thank to all of you for your love, support and 2.8K. i love you all, enjoy <3

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katsuki bakugou couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep. between being a pro hero and family life, the full eight to nine hours of pure rest wasn’t easy to come by— now he wasn’t complaining, he was far too grateful for the life he lead to whinge and whine about the finer details. bakugou was right on track to becoming the number two, he had a beautiful wife who loved him and supported him no matter how reckless he might have been and two little brats that he adored more than anything. he was miles ahead of his high school classmates, never letting up or resting so like he said, there was no room to complain.

but even as the faintest wisps of light slip through drawn curtains and a vermillion gaze settled on the old all might digital alarm clock ( reading 9:01 AM ), katsuki bakugou can’t help but feel grateful for the sleep he just had. no interruptions from wailing toddlers or infants who need changing, no late night call ins for patrols— none of that, just an arm around his wife’s waist and the soft sound of her breathing to coax him out of his sleepy state.

bakugou remembers now, a distant yet far from faint memory of where he and his wife spent two days of their honeymoon under slumber’s spell, having ravished each other the very night they arrived in paris for their honeymoon ( all mina’s idea, she had told katsuki it was the perfect destination for newly weds in love— and whilst the several districts his alien friend recommended did appease you, the blonde had promised to take you on a more luxurious getaway when he was hire up in the hero rankings ). of course that very honeymoon lead you to fall pregnant with your first little miracle— taiga bakugou, the very spitting image of her father except or the slight tilt to her nose and the sparkle in her eye that only her mother possessed.

raising her had proven to be both an enjoyable and exhausting experience for katsuki, with a matching explosive personality to rival even her daddy’s— there were many restless nights the pro hero spent butting heads with his daughter while his sweet spouse was away on missions and getting used to the field again. even during the pregnancy, full nights of rest were little to none— the cravings taiga gave you were almost unbearable for the blonde, not to mention the 2AM labour his little girl put you through...and yet he would repeat the last four years of lack of sleep all over again if it meant reliving every single moment with you. raising tatsumo was much better; however.

so as the weight of well deserved slumber lifts from katsuki’s shoulder’s he’s forced to deal with the memories of your sweet cries from the night (or rather, nights) he made you his wife. he stirs under cotton sheets, a familiar hardness pressing against his inner thigh as he recalls the way you tightened around him— “honey baby,” the desperate whisper tastes foreign, bitter across his tastebuds as he licks his lips. katsuki was usually much more composed when it came to sex, he could hold out for hours while you pleaded and begged of him to give you more. but this morning was different, very much so.

skilfully, the ash blonde slips a hand between your sheets, finger tips calloused with years of training and battle, dancing up your bare thighs from where you wear only his shirt and a pair of panties. the fingers trail up to your underwear, pressing them against your cunt as bakugou watches your face for any reaction— you twitch once before falling back into a deep slumber, letting your husband know that he can continue. he peels like orange silk away from your core and down your legs, half resisting the urge to sniff your undergarment like the dirty man he is but he decides that he can longer wait, already turned on by the feeling of your bare pussy against his hand.

the pro knows exactly how to turn you on, dragging is nails down your thighs just an inch from your wetness and his mind fogs with lust at the thought of the sounds you’d make for him if you were awake...not yet, he says to himself. his next move is to fuck your mouth, two of his digits sliding past parted lips from where you snore— gathering the drool that pools on the surface of your tongue. back and forth; move bakugou’s fingers until he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve made them with your spit. returning those very same fingers to your cunt, he parts your folds— already slightly sticky and hot with the nectar he’s used to savouring. if this were any other time, bakugou would be eating you out like a man starved of his last three meals but the rising sun tells him that his moments to fuck you are very few.

so now, he slides those lubed up fingers right into your tight little hole, shuddering under the sheets at how you automatically clamp around him— even while you sleep. katsuki’s vermillion eyes seek out your face in the warm light of the dusk, watching as your expression contorts into that familiar look of pleasure— lips blossoming into a cherry pout, brows furrowed as if you’re focusing on the way your husband makes you feel.

“fuck, honey baby, so good ‘n pliant for me even when yur fuckin’ sleepin’,” katsuki slurs against saliva that slips along his tongue, he’s hungry to fuck you, make you moan and scissors his fingers deep inside your obedient cunt in away that makes your slumbering body jump. pressing a thumb to your neglected clit, bakugou twists his fingers in search for your g-spot, pumping them into you with vigour. “gonna make you cum angel, baby, please cum while you’re like this s’you can take my cock.”

if there’s one thing pro hero dynamite knows, it’s that your body is a slave to him, no matter what state it’s in. your thighs part instinctively; giving your husband room to curl his fingers and press down hard on your pleasure spot— gummy walls sucking him in deeper. he makes you cum while you sleep, juices staining your supple skin, honeyed from the warm light outside.

“atta girl, cummin’ for your husband like that even when you’re sleeping— so fuckin’ naughty...” katsuki grunts, locks of sun kissed hair beginning to plaster itself against his forehead. his body shakes with the desire to be inside of you, his internal temperature rising with every second that he’s not sheathed within your walls. pulling his fingers away from your twitching mound, bakugou slides them, cum soaked and all, into his mouth to taste your very sweetness. “would eatcha out like a starved man, honeybee, but we don’t gotta lot of time left baby...”

with that, bakugou shuffles his sweats down enough for his cock to spring free, tip bright red and leaking against his toned, scarred abdomen. with practised ease, he hooks your right leg over his waist and positions your dripping cunny right over the head of his length. it takes everything katsuki has not to plunge deep inside of you, to abuse your tempting cunt until it’s formed into the shape of his cock but for once he wants to take you slowly, enjoy his time with your limp body at his disposal.

pressing his girth against your slick entrance, your husband sighs, coating himself with the remainders of your delightful release. the mess you made just for him, makes it easier for him to guide his cock between your velveteen folds that take him so well. his free hand comes up to brush over your cheek and even in the depths of your rest you manage to nuzzle into katsuki’s palm and make his coo— what a precious little doll you are, so good for him and always so obedient no matter what state you’re in. fuck, it drives him so insane that he can’t even think straight.

“...suki....”

fucking hell. the way you sigh out for him so mawkishly whilst you dream makes him twitch, not even half the way inside you. “c’mon honey baby, don’t go moanin’ my name like that when i haven’t even had a c-chance to make you mine yet—“ the blonde shudders, eyes screwing shut as he finally bottoms out inside of you. katsuki let’s out a choked moan, from deep within his chest while you welcome him into your lethally syrupy cunt. “ohh, fuck, that’s the stuff, good girl...”

bakugou’s thrusts start slow yet, forcing your limp body to jolt up the bed and your tits to bounce in tune with the rhythm of his hips— your little hole sucks him in so greedily, so selfishly, clamping down on him as if to prevent him from leaving your body as a whole. pro hero dynamite is shaken to his core, how can his precious baby take him so darlingly while she’s asleep, refusing to let go of him and keep his cock tucked away inside of you.

shit, shit, shit.

he wants to defile you, asleep or not, ruin how pure and angelic your body appears even after years of being together. it’s your fault he’s like this anyway, you deserve to have your pussy destroyed no matter the circumstances— ruby framed eyes threaten to roll back into his skull while bakugou picks up the swirl of his hips between your sticky thighs, you flutter and squeeze around the girth that’s stretched you out so many times before and yet you still remain a tight hole designed for your husband and your husband alone.

lips map their way up the column of your neck, committing every dip and scar and blemish to memory even though katsuki knows where each of them are. the amber colour of the morning sun highlights each of your marks, your husband giving you as many lovebites to match each one. “nn, suki...more..” you whimper, so quiet he almost misses it underneath the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. could you feel how he deflowered you in your sleep? ruining such a good girl while you resting? he wants so bad to corrupt you from the inside.

static stretches across katsuki’s brain, crackling as his neurones fire and dopamine fizzes in his veins. cum. cum. breed her. it’s too soon but the blonde can’t help it, pent up and high on the morning sunrise— addicted to the taste of your skin licked with light perspiration. it’s been ages since he’s had you like this, can you blame him for not hanging on so long? bakugou lifts your thigh higher on his waist, using it as leverage to plough into the deepest parts of you, his precious wife, desperate to cream inside you before wake up.

“mm, know you’re close lovebug, won’t you cum for me suki?”

katsuki’s gaze hones in on you, vision blurred and hazy with lust from his impending orgasm. your own eyes are heavy with sleep but the soft smile on your face is filled with a familiar adoration and saccharine love that the blonde can never get tired of. he knows that you know your voice alone is another to send him speeding off of the cliff of release— your hole squeezing around him, beautiful hips that once brought his children into the world gracefully moving up and down to coax his girthy cock to its final release.

“honey baby,” katsuki whines like a broken man when you cup his face, hot puffs of air warming up the space between you. his hips don’t let up though, driven by the way you move against him beneath the sheets, he’s so close he can almost taste it. “c-couldn’t wait for you to wake up, needed you so fuckin’ bad...”

your mouth hangs open in a quiet groan, getting lost in the claps of sweaty bodies against one another and katsuki latches onto your lower lips to swallow your noise— breathing it in and letting it spread through his body like oxygen. “oh, lovebug, y-you don’t...” you pause, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the angry tip of your husband’s cock grazes against your gummy spot, sending your walls into a flurry of flutters that make katsuki twitch. “ ...you don’t ever have to wait with me, d-don’t hold back, kay?”

you’re a breathless mess, a sight to behold and he can’t take not having you filled with his seed any longer. the lazy push and pull of your bodies smacking wetly against each other become erratic thrusts, heat pooling in the abdomen of the pro hero boiling him alive in feelings of desire for you and you alone.

bakugou quivers from his lips to his toes when he cums, filling your slippery walls with a creamy white and lining your insides with the claim of your man. your man. your husband. “fuck, fucking hell, h-honey, gimme that pussy...gimmie that fuckin’ pussy,” his groans linger in the crisp early morning air, dancing with the static while he orgasms within you, endless bouts of white stuffing you to the brim. you kiss in an attempt to calm him, squeezing around his thick cock to ride out his high. you taste of orange liquor and manuka honey, addicting while he sucks lavishly on your tongue and spares you the air you need to breathe. ‘cause at the end of the day call you need is him.

“did you cum, precious one?” ever the gentleman, katsuki has to ask but even you can see in his blood red ruby eyes ( no matter how tired they may seem ) that he’s gearing up for a second round, shallow thrusts pushing his own release deeper into your fertile womb. there’s about thirty minutes until the kids wake up, but your lover can make you see stars in fifteen.

you shake your head once as bakugou rolls you onto your back— strong arms caging you into the prison if his love. large hands dance tenderly up the back of your thighs and you meet his eyes with such a saccharine smile his heart bursts at the sight of you. “you’re insatiable, lovebug,” the tingling notes of your moan caresses bakugou’s cheek as he manoeuvres your legs to fold you into a mating press, shifting his weight above you. “did you really need me that much, daddy bear?”

“think y’already know the answer to that, honeybee,” katsuki drawls, tripping over his words filled, oh so generously with blazing desire. he still remains sheathed inside you, a darling whine dripping from his cherry lined lips— the ones sore from kissing you— as he gives an experimental thrust into the tight heat of your core. you accept him willingly, opening up for him like a blossoming flower which makes katsuki’s hot breath stutter from the overstimulation. neither of you can look away, sharing the intimate moment of his length sinking into you— katsuki groans as you suck him in inch by inch before leaning over and attaching his lips to yours, licking at the seam of them in order to coax them open. his wife is a tease however; denying him the pleasure of sucking on her tongue...for now at least.

but it’s all worth it, for katsuki wants to burn the erotic sight of you beneath him into his mind forever. your skin shines like it was kissed by the setting moon, eyes hooded and holding a lust that only burns brightly for him while your chest heaves in anticipation of your husband claiming you for the second time that morning. “m-move suki, please—c-can’t...” the tail end of your pleas fall away with the fading night sky.

the man doesn’t need to be told twice.

save for a few shallow thrusts to get going, katsuki soon finds himself pistoning into you at an unruly, god speed pace. the blonde revels in the way one hand of yours twirls strands of his hair between your fingers whilst the other digs crescent moons into his blemished honey skin. helpless huffs and candied cries tickle bakugou’s ears while he presses your body flush against his and pins you down with his hips.

their movements don’t ever waver, cock catching on every ridge your damp pussy has to offer him, each thrust calculated amplify your pleasure that rolls in heatwaves throughout your body. katsuki’s mind grows blank, thick with the mirage you’ve cast over him from the way you push back against him, taking more of his inches into you.

“ngh, lovebug,” you say, high off of euphoria while katsuki’s leaking cock bears down harshly on your g-spot and you smile up at him deliriously— looking like the eighth wonder of the world. you grab the hand your husband uses to keep your thighs up and bring it down to your tummy for him to feel what you feel. “can feel your cock inside me, love, so big...makin’ my tummy bulge like a good daddy bear...”

something snaps within katsuki at the sound of your breathless praise; a feral blaze setting alight deep inside his chest— spreading throughout his body as his cock drives deeper and deeper inside your spongy, wet cunt— just about breaching the gates of your cervix. breed her. fuck her. make her swollen with your cum. bakugou can’t even think straight; intoxicated by the way you move against him, the way you look so full of him and his thick length.

he wants you to look full all of the time. so katsuki does with the only way he knows how. dropping his head to your neck, sharp attack your neck with blossoms of bruises forming under your skin in the name of love— you whine, a gorgeous symphony of his name against his ear while you tangle your fingers in the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. “y’can’t jus...jus say stuff like that to me, honey...” bakugou croons against your skin, screwing his eyes shut while his hips pick up the pace and plunging his length right into your womb. the sounds of your arousal wetly spill into the sex scented air— fuelling katsuki to thrust into you faster. “not if you...n-not if you don’t want me to fuck another one of those shitty brats into you.”

as stuttered as his words are, bakugou means every single one of them. a primal desire activates in the back of his mind, overriding every single of senses. just the thought of lining your womb with his pungent seed, making you pregnant once again and seeing you round and full with katsuki’s child is enough to drive him off of the rails. And the pro hero knows that you feel the same, he can tell by the way your heat clamps down on his cock and strangles him, as if to milk him of every ounce of his cum.

“yes, want you to make me pregnant suki, make me a mommy again, please—!” you simper out loud, desperate tears springing to your eyes while the bed groans beneath you. visions of you round and swollen with a baby drives him to thrust into you harder, faster so that more and more of his precum spills into you. “know you want it, want it too...your cum, deep inside me—ohmygod suki—yes!”

bakugou slaps a hand over your mouth, watching as your sweet doe eyes brim with tears at the languid roll of his hips against yours. “careful honeybee, don’t want the kids to...fuckin’ hell... h-hear—“ he stutters, eyes rolling, limbs shaking violently. his other hand drops between your conjoined bodies, drawing vicious circles into your swollen clit to draw you closer and closer to the edge. star dust is littered behind your eyes, the bright white signifying the race to your high that only katsuki can give to you. “or do you want to be heard, you want everyone to hear how full you’re gonna become when i get you pregnant again. how you’ll whine and beg me to suck on your tits when you start makin’ that sweet milk for our baby. is that what you fuckin’ want, yn?”

you can’t help the way your pussy flutters around his cock that brutally grazes your g-spot— the dirty words your husband speaks like music to your ears. a symphony with his moans and the sounds of his balls slapping against your bare ass. “oooh, shit baby, you must do with the way your lil cunny clamps down on me—just like that...”

“oh god, lovebug please...cum...cum! need it daddy bear—can’t take it anymore,” you babble against katsuki’s hand, brain turning to mush at the unbearable pleasure. the knot in your tummy becomes tighter, close to snapping as the white light of pleasure clouds your view.

patterns drawn diligently against your clit speed up; turning to quick figure of eights to tease your orgasm. “‘course you fuckin’ do honey baby, my little breeding bitch. my sweet little wife who can’t wait to be a mommy again. take this cock, you dirty whore. take it and I’ll give you my fuckin’ baby.” bakugou slurs, losing all control as the pace of his hips begins to falter. you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, tip pulsing with the need to paint your insides.

your gazes lock within the frenzy, while your back arches and hips lift to take your husband deeper inside you. dynamite is feral like you’ve never seen before; an animal reduced purely back to instinct. unfocused red eyes become teary like your own with hot pleasure while they lock onto you but you know that behind lust; loved the adoration and love your husband holds for you. thats all you need to reach the edge and tumble into your orgasm,

it takes but a few more thrusts and a pinch to your clit before you’re cumming— release squirting out and splattering against bakugou’s toned abdomen.

the blonde never lets up while you cum undone on his iron hot rod, letting him pump into you with unrelenting feverishness. katsuki is desperate, needing an extra push even with you strangling his cock with your insides. “s-say you’ll make your daddy a daddy baby, say you’ll give me another fucking kid. fuck, fuck yeah...please honey baby—“ bakugou damn near sobs, trembling violently above you as his breath hitches with ever hiccup.

smiling gently, you pull his head to your neck, cradling your husband while his pace slows to circular grinds. “i’ll make you a daddy again, you can cum for me now lovebug...”

“shit, shit, oh god— cummin’...” thats all bakugou needs to hear before bottoming out inside of your abused hole— screaming against your bitten flesh and forcing his cock into your fertile womb as he sprays with his thick, sticky seed. white coats every ridge and crevice of your pussy while impatient thrusts slow to sensual grinds. you feel the tears of neediness soak the supple skin of your neck, rocking your hips against katsuki to milk his cock for all it’s worth— even if slow waves of his cum seep down your folds and to the sheets below.

“g’morning, katsuki,” you sigh blissfully, fingers combing through your lover’s sweaty mop of sun kissed locks. the pair of you lie still, limbs still intertwined as you catch your breath under the orange hues of the light outside.

your husband shifts his head to look at you, eyelids heavy over blood red eyes with a satisfied look on his face. he’ll never get over having you all to himself first thing in the morning— katsuki bakugou will always consider that a luxury and as he looks to you, a great smile soon takes his features. “yeah...good fucking morning to you too, angel face,” bakugou doesn’t dare pull out of you, intent on keeping his word. “love you yn, you’re always so good to me...”

katsuk’s lips mould into a pout as you continue your earlier ministrations of brushing back sweat slicked hair away from his face before pressing a chase kiss to his lip and making his cock twitch from over sensitivity, inside of you. he was always a sucker for the romantic moments after a passionate round of sex, he was a domestic, love struck son of a bitch what could he say? “suki...lovebug, you know you can pull out if it’s too much,” you remind him, the sound of your voice pulling his attention back to you. as he stares; katsuki maps out every detail of your face, the way your eyes glitter in the mellow light that peeks from between closed curtains or the slight dip across your cheek in the form of a scar from where you’d been injured on the field— he spends time committing it all to memory as if it’s the last time he’ll get to witness such beauty. “you’re staring, bug.”

“nuh uh, not pulling out.” huffing, bakugou leans up for another kiss, which you happily provide him with as he curls up onto your chest like a kitten seeking warmth. “keepin’ you plugged full s’you can get preggers like i fuckin’ promised.”

“you were serious?” you question him first, earning yourself another grouchy huff before your eyes roll and a comfortable silence sweeps across your bedroom, periodically interrupted by the morning birds waking up and chirping. “always a man of your word, huh bug? don’t worry, we’ll make you a daddy bear soon, but i’ve got to clean up before the kids wake up.”

“don’ you fuckin’ move— leave the dumbass kids, they’ll be fine on their own.”

“not with taiga’s quirk coming through, now move, you’re heavy.”

with that, you manage to shove bakugou off of you and he only hisses lightly as his softened cock hits the cold air, already missing your heat. the banter between you both as husband and wife is always light and you always win; he wants to bite back but anything he says will be soft on his sharp tongue. damn you and you being the love of his life. bakugou watches as you fix his shirt over your frame and head to your en-suite bathroom to make yourself more presentable to your kids— mumbling something about how many times katsuki came inside of you.

sure there was a lot of it, but he’d only cum inside you twice and he was trying to give you a baby. again.

the shower turns on and he can hear the sound of water running but it doesn’t cover your sweet voice as you call for him. he could never miss that. “katsuki bakugou, you horny bastard, i love you, my daddy bear!” you sing for him; making the blonde smile.

“i love you more, honey baby,” he chuckles back, tucking himself back into sweats before settling back into the ruined sheets.

bakugou was so luckily to have you and you’re beautiful children— he wouldn’t trade any moment of his life for the world except for maybe more time with you. he swore, he’d spend forever loving you if he could.

“daddy?” sweet thoughts are cut off by the groggy voice of bakugou’s eldest daughter, taiga, who stands in the doorway of his bedroom rubbing her cherry red eyes.

the blonde grins, rising from his place in bed and crossing the room in three short strides. he quickly crouches down in front of his little girl and ruffle her unruly mop of matching blonde hair. “g’morning brat, what’s up?”

taiga clutches her shoto plushy tightly, the one uncle todoroki had gotten her for her first birthday ( the one that bakugou hated because it was his daughter’s favourite— kirishima hated it too because he had always thought he was the favourite uncle ), and pouts down at her father, scowling sleepily. bakugou knows if you could see the two of them now, you’d be saying she was the spitting image of him. “tatsumo woke up n wouldn’t stop whinin’, fink he’s hungry, daddy!” the little girl grumbles, clearly still reeling in the after effects of her sleep that got cut short.

“how about we go get him and make some pancakes then?” katsuki suggests softly, hauling his daughter onto his bare shoulders and being mindful not to drop her stupid fuckin’— i mean her plushy to the ground. “y’gonna help me mix up enough batter for ya ma n’ brother, you got that brat?”

taiga squeals as at the new found height, wrapping a singular chubby arm around bakugou’s head for support, making his heart burst at the tiny hand that grips his chin. fuck, he loved his life. “only if we can add choco chwips, daddy!”

“oi, don’t you push your fuckin’ luck with me brat, ya mommy might let you get away with eatin’ shit like that but not me—“ bakugou makes an attempt to scold his daughter while they make way towards his son’s room, but he already knows he’s going to give into her. he can’t say no to taiga.

“i’ll tell mommy you cursed at me!”

“why you little sh—“

“careful, katsuki, if you keep cursing her out i might have to put you on punishment later,” taiga bursts in to wriggly giggles on bakugou’s shoulders, making it harder to keep her in place as you brush past him to grab tatsumo from the nursery.

“daddy’s gonna get in trouble!”

the teasing tone to your voice lingers in the air while you fetch your son, who seems groggy and pouty when he comes into katsuki’s view— wrapped up in your arms while you wear a cleaner shirt of his. there’s that glint in your eye, similar to the one your children posses when they’re doing something mischievous. and that alone tells the ash blonde he’ll be getting punished in ways that could lead to another little one rushing through your house.

bakugou can roll with that.

but for now; he reaches up and pinches taiga’s nose— telling her to stop running her mouth and sending you into giggles while you carry your children downstairs for breakfast. katsuki bakugou couldnt remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep, but what he did know is that he’d always remember the very saccharine mornings he’d get to spend with you and your beautiful children after.

bonus:

“taiga, did you put chocolate chips in the batter even though i told you no?”

bakugou had turned his back for but a mere second to grab some milk for tatsumo; who played happily with smooshed bits of banana in his high chair— and suddenly, the batter was littered with the offending, tiny pieces of candy.

“no, it was mommy!”

“yn...”

you quickly throw your hands up in the air as defence, dropping the packet of sinful treats to the counter. “what? i’m having cravings, bakugou!”

“you’re not even pregnant, yn!” the man himself raises his spatula at you accusingly with a scowl, biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from cursing again.

you smile up at your husband, knowing he can’t stay mad at you for long. “but i will be, katsuki, it’s the thought that counts.” your eyes flicker up as you wipe the melted chocolate on your finger tips off with your tongue before moving to settle your daughter down for breakfast. bakugou splutters, cheeks flaming with a reddish rose at the thought of your soon to be baby and all the activity that comes with making one which makes you laugh. “oh and lovebug? your pancakes are burning.”

with a jump, katsuki turns to flick off the flame and save his batch of pancakes while you tend to your kids— leaving him to contemplate over your chocolate chip breakfast, how lucky he was to have you.

“i crave chocolate, can i get a pregnant?” taiga squeals shortly after.

“not a chance in hell, brat.”

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In the Pines

Pairing: Curtis Everett x fem!Reader, past Bryce Langley x fem!reader

Words: ~8k

Summary: You shouldn’t have been able to survive in the woods. Curtis found you though, taking you in and letting you hold tight to your secrets as you slowly move into his heart.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, outdoor section), creepy vibes, heavy angst, injuries and language that points to an extremely abusive relationship but no abuse on screen, threats of extreme violence (including against a pregnant woman), extreme violence, arson, character death, gore, pregnancy, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This is my entry for my little 5k Dark was the Night challenge! If you want to know why I haven’t been as active for the past few days, it’s because the visuals for this fic wormed their way into my brain like a mother fucker and I had to get it out. And I am in love with it, so I really hope you all enjoy! It was very much inspired by the American folk song “Where did You Sleep Last Night?” which is one of my favorites and is so perfect for spooky season. Lyric prompt below.

My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me

Tell me where did you sleep last night?

In the pines, in the pines

Where the sun don’t ever shine

I would shiver the whole night through

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Curtis felt the scream before he heard it, a shiver traveling up his spine that roused him from sleep with a start. Another eerie shriek cut through the air and he rose out of bed with a sigh.

He grabbed the rifle before peering out the window, telling himself it was just a cougar moving in for the kill as he gazed at the pines that surrounded his cabin. It sounded so close to the house though, and they didn’t typically come so near to his dwelling.

Venturing out there to investigate was out of the question. Less than a hundred yards from the walls of the cabin the trees grew thick and close, their branches so snarled together you could barely catch a glimpse of the sky on a clear day. Trying to find anything out there in the dark with nothing but the stars and the new moon to light his way was the epitome of stupid, even if he tried to stay on the thin carved path, not to mention the creatures that made the mountain forest their home.

Nothing caught his eye, so Curtis wandered back to bed with a weary groan, resigned to searching the copse in the morning in case the cougar left its kill too close to the house.

Curtis woke with the sun as he always did, finishing his ministrations while he brewed himself some coffee as dark as sin. He hoped that whatever poor creature had met its end last night got dragged back to the cougar’s den, he did not look forward to the possibility of having to clean up after a messy kill.

As soon as he had finished the last of his breakfast he ventured out, tucking the shotgun into the crook of his elbow and cracking his neck as he braced himself for the chill of the morning. His search was a slow spiral from the edge of the trees, doing his best to keep an eye on the cabin at all times so he didn’t lose himself.

It was almost an hour later when he stumbled on it, nothing left but blood soaked soil and a massive collection of flies that dissipated as soon as he drew near. He sighed to himself as he set to burying the blood with the butt of the gun, the activity slowly warming his tired muscles as he said a quiet prayer for whatever poor animal had met its violent end.

The sudden breaking of twigs and rustling of needles had him swinging around with a curse, bringing the shotgun up whip fast and preparing to meet some angry beast. But the only thing that came out of the trees was you, staggering with exhaustion and meeting his eyes with a dead stare. Then you collapsed, sagging to the forest floor without a sound while Curtis swore and moved to scoop you up.

He thought he recognized you, but the state you were in made it difficult to tell. Your soft white dress was torn and soiled, the hem and the sleeves stained with earth and blood. Most of your exposed skin was bloodied, your hands coated in the thick red liquid while your bare feet were torn and scabbed. It wasn’t until he’d carried you inside and set you in the tub that he realized he’d definitely seen you before, brushing your hair out of your face as he wiped you clean with a warm cloth.

You were his wife, the Mayor’s son, Bryce Langley. Curtis had seen you a few times when he had to head into town for supplies, always so quiet and stoic as you stood near your husband while he held you possessively. He remembered your discerning gaze, the way he had felt it cut right through him the few times he’d met your eyes.

Even now, with your shallow breathing and the sorry state of your clothes, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of unease at the anticipation of meeting those eyes again. When you dragged them open he froze, pausing his movements and leaving his hand where it had stopped on the slope of your neck while you blinked slowly at him.

“You fainted.” It was the only thing he could think of to say, swallowing thickly and jumping a little when you took the cloth from his hand and started running it over your hands.

“I know.” You finally moved your eyes from his and he blew out a breath, sitting back on his heels as he watched you clean yourself.

“What are you doing out here?” He averted his eyes when you stood and stripped out of your dress, but not before seeing the bruises and welts that marred your skin.

“Running.” You pulled the shower curtain closed and turned on the water, tossing your bra and panties over the edge like he wasn’t even there.

“I’ll find you something to wear.” He could finish his interrogation later, gathering up your laundry before closing the door behind him and moving to check the attic for some of his mother’s old clothes.

He managed to find the old box without too much trouble, never having had the heart to go through them since he had moved up here after his father passed. Hopefully they were your size, the only other clothes he had were his flannels and sweaters. You would need something to eat, too, so he headed to his kitchen and pulled out the stew he had made last night, lighting the stove and putting a pot on while you finished showering.

The savory smell of venison filled the cabin when you walked out of the bathroom, Curtis giving you a soft smile that you didn’t return as you wandered into the kitchen. His mother’s clothes fit you alright, a little tight across the hips but comfortable enough. You took the bowl he offered you with a grunt, sitting down at his table and tucking in without a word as he stared at you curiously.

“What are you running from?” He waited a few minutes before starting his questions again, sitting across from you and watching you closely as you ate your stew.

“Not running from anything.” You shrugged as you sopped up some broth with a slice of bread, giving him that piercing gaze while you answered his questions. “It was just time.” Like that meant anything.

“Uh-huh. Your husband know you’re running?” He avoided your eyes as he looked at the bruises that covered your chest.

“He does now.” You finished your stew and moved your bowl aside, resting your head on your hands and sighing deeply.

“He give you those?” Curtis nodded at the marks, clenching his jaw when he noticed the dark handprint around your arm.

“Some of them.” You seemed utterly unaffected by his questions, finally breaking your gaze away from him so you could examine the interior of the cabin.

“Do you know where you’re heading?” He took your bowl and moved to rinse it off in the sink, keeping one eye on you as you got up to wander around his home.

“The mountain.”

“Any particular place on the mountain?” The only reply you gave was another shrug, and Curtis chewed his lip as he thought things over.

He was completely perplexed by you. The broken, bloodied woman who’d stumbled on him in the woods seemed completely at odds with how you were acting now, that stoicism he remembered ever present as you took in your surroundings like there was something important you were trying to find. Every time your eyes swept over him he felt the breath fly out of his lungs, that gaze piercing right through him and making him feel totally exposed. But something in him wanted to know you, to find out what drove you and made your mind work, and why someone who seemed as unshakeable as you did ever ended up in that small town.

The rumors had swirled about you ever since you showed up out of nowhere five years ago, especially when you snatched up the mayor’s golden boy almost immediately. Every time Curtis had to go into town he had heard everyone talking about you, their names for you endless: ice queen, demoness, whore. All anyone seemed to know about you was that you never smiled, and that Bryce, the breaker of every heart in town, was obsessed with you. By all accounts the man had been a sweetheart before he met you, maybe a little wild, but no more so than any other young man who was sowing his wild oats. But apparently you brought out his mean streak, turning the town sweetheart into an unrepentant bastard with some sort of black, sex magic, if the town busybodies were to be believed.

Curtis didn’t believe it for a second. He didn’t know what that asshole had done to you, but he wasn’t letting you wander through the mountains to get killed by predators, or your husband and his cruel friends.

“Why don’t you stay?”

Even after two weeks, he’d barely broken the surface with you, settling for minimal conversation while he stared at you like you were a safe he could get open if he just tried hard enough. But he was comfortable, your presence in the cabin making it feel like a home for the first time since he’d moved back. You’d been settling in fine, taking over the garden and kitchen and broadening his palate past the overcooked meat he’d been living off of.

There was something… off, about you, though. Sometimes he would look up from a book or from chopping firewood and you’d be staring at the pines, not a muscle in your body twitching until you’d stride into the forest without so much as a word. The first time it happened he’d sprinted after you with a curse, grabbing your wrist and wincing when you’d turned around and hissed at him and he realized what he’d done. But it had been close to dark, and he didn’t want you to get lost out there. He had become accustomed to your presence, so when you were absent it made his skin crawl.

Eventually he got used to it, though. It had only happened a few times, but you’d disappear for an hour or two and leave him to stare at the trees with worry until you came back. You’d given him the scare of his life the first time you walked back hauling a dead rabbit, leaving him with more questions than answers when you explained that you wanted to make some stew.

He was captivated by you, even if he couldn’t think of exactly what questions he could ask you that would get you to open up to him.

Curtis was sleeping on the couch when something roused him, a beam of soft light drifting over his eyes when he heard the latch on the front door give. He opened his eyes and sat up with a start when he saw you standing in the open doorway, the light of the moon illuminating your figure through your thin nightgown and making you look like some sort of ethereal being.

“Y/N, no!” He dove off the couch when you walked into the night, not bothering to pull on shoes or a shirt as he charged after you. “Fuck.”

You were standing in the very center of the empty space between the cabin and the trees, your gaze fixed on the bright, full moon that was at its peak directly above you. Curtis grabbed the gun from beside the front door and ran onto the porch, stopping at the edge of the stairs and freezing before following after you and placing his feet on the cold, hard earth.

“It’s so close up here.” He wasn’t sure if you were talking to him or to yourself, your voice soft with reverie as you closed your eyes and basked in the soft light that filled the clearing. “Like I could reach out and grab it.”

“Honey, there’s wolves out.” His voice sounded desperate to his own ears, his grip on the rifle painfully tight as he gazed pleadingly at you. “Please come back inside.”

“Soon.” You turned to face him and he sucked in a deep breath, the sight of you bathed in moonlight igniting some deep need within him that he fought against with every fiber of his being. “Always need to be outside when it’s at its peak, it feels so good.”

Some wild cry cut through the night air and Curtis flinched, he didn’t want to be out here if some predator decided to get bold and wander out of the cover of the trees. But he couldn’t stop watching you, the way your body swayed with the breeze making him feel something he couldn’t quite place. He wasn’t leaving the porch though.

It was just a few minutes, but it felt like hours with how amped up he was. Then you were striding back into the house, brushing past him and back towards the bedroom without a word as he just stood on the stairs and gaped after you, shuddering when he heard another howl and rushing back inside to try to fall back asleep with no success.

Curtis moved behind you to grab a glass of water, placing a hand on the small of your back to keep you from backing into him and tripping as you sliced the bread that had just come out of the oven. He barely even noticed he’d been giving you those small touches more often, always seeming to have a hand near you as the two of you moved around each other in his small cabin. It made his heart swell whenever your hand would rest over his, but he still fought the urge to pull you closer and pull your secrets from you with a warm embrace.

“It smells good.” He let his hand linger on you for a moment before stepping away, grabbing some plates for the roasted venison you had been working on all day.

“Good. Didn’t want that buck you brought back to go to waste.” You brought the pan out of the oven and placed it on the table, cocking your head at Curtis when he gave you a warm smile.

He just sighed when you didn’t return it, resigned to the fact that your face never showed any sign of emotion. You brought the bread to the table and sat next to him, buttering a slice for him before serving yourself.

The both of you settled into comfortable silence as you ate, your knees almost touching as you occasionally glanced at each other. A sudden noise from outside had Curtis standing up in a rush, placing a hand on your shoulder protectively when you turned towards the door.

“Someone’s out there.” He hissed through his teeth when he heard what he thought was drunken shouting, squeezing you once before moving to grab the gun.

“Y/N! I know you’re in there, you fucking bitch!”

“It’s him.” You didn’t sound as if you cared either way about it, wiping your hands on your napkin as you watched Curtis closely.

“Stay inside.” He loaded the shotgun as he moved towards the door, sparing one more glance over his shoulder for you before opening it and heading outside.

“Where’s my fucking wife?” Bryce swayed dangerously when he spotted Curtis, bringing the bottle of bourbon back to his lips and taking a swig before he sneered at the older man.

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” Curtis leaned on the porch railing after descending the steps, keeping a wary eye on the intruder as he carefully blocked the entrance to the cabin with his body.

“No? Because Martha mentioned she saw you picking up some women’s sweaters last time you were in town.” Curtis heard a sound from behind him and cursed when Bryce grinned wickedly. “And that looks an awful lot like the slut who ran out on me.”

You were standing in the doorway and staring at Bryce with cold eyes, crossing your arms as he leered at you with an air of possession.

“She’s not going with you.” Curtis waited for you to say something, but you were silent.

“Yes she fucking is. What are you gonna do, shoot me?” He took a step forward but froze when Curtis pumped the shotgun, turning his drunken stare back to the man with the rifle and laughing at him. “Oh shit, she already got to you, huh? You got a taste of that sweet cunt and now you’ll do anything to hold onto it. Don’t think you have the constitution to keep her in check though, Everett, she needs a strong hand. Otherwise she’ll steal your fucking soul with that snatch. Maybe I’ll let you borrow her occasionally once she’s back home where she belongs, but she is coming with me.”

“She’s not.” Curtis could feel your gaze boring into the man over his shoulder, hefting the gun and shaking his head when he started to move closer. “You take another step and I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

“Come on, she’s my wife.” Bryce snarled when he stopped moving again. “I’ll share you with her right now if you just get the fuck out of my way.”

“That’s enough.” Curtis couldn’t stand to listen to him talking about you like that anymore, striding away from the house and shoving the drunkard away from him when he got close. “Get off my fucking land, forget about your wife, and next time you get drunk and feel like you need some sort of release or like you should try to start something, get in a damn bar brawl or find a fucking hooker.”

“She’s mine.” Bryce whipped around to growl at Curtis after stumbling backwards, wiping his mouth on his hand and spitting off to the side. “She’ll always be mine, you can’t have her.”

“I don’t have her.” Curtis glanced at you over his shoulder, his chest aching a little when you gave him one of your curious stares. “She belongs to no one. Now go home.”

He didn’t even bother to look and see if the bastard was listening to him, hearing the scuffs of his shoes as he limped back down the trail and cursed to himself. Curtis only had eyes for you, moving slowly back to the house as you gazed at him impassively.

“He’ll come back.” Your voice was flat when you spoke to him, letting him stand close when he reached where you were waiting for him.

“I can handle him.” He brushed his hand over your arm and sighed softly when you moved away. “You can stay as long as you need. This is your home now.”

You just nodded at him, moving to clean up the leftovers from your dinner as he set the gun back down beside the door.

After helping you clean up, and once his adrenaline had finally gone down from the fight, he let himself give in to his exhaustion. He barely even noticed you moving back towards the bedroom, murmuring a soft good night to you before sleep pulled him under.

Whatever woke him a few hours later, he wasn’t sure, but panic flooded his system when he opened his eyes to see the front door standing open again. You hadn’t ventured out at night since the full moon, sleeping like the dead most nights. But he knew there was something out there that drew you like a magnet, catching you staring off into the trees more than once when you would sometimes stand on the porch together while the sun set.

The moon was new now, though, the only light coming from the distant stars and making the air between the trees nothing but an endless pool of blackness.

Curtis didn’t even grab the gun this time, sprinting out the front door and gasping sharply when he found you standing right on the edge of the pines.

“Y/N, don’t do this!” Even with the threat of you walking into the dark imminent, he still couldn’t push past that survival instinct that told him to never leave the house after sundown. “I’ll stop him if he comes back, you don’t ever have to go back with him. Honey, I’m begging you.”

You gave him that inquisitive stare when you turned around, cocking your head in that way that made it seem like you were trying to think of the best way to take him apart. He could feel his chest tightening when you didn’t move, the panic in his veins making it seem like the darkness was reaching out of the trees to pull you in.

“I have to go, Curtis.” Your voice gave him nothing, like ice water washing over him as he felt his throat catch. “It’ll be ok. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

“Sweetheart, no, just come back inside.” He heard a howl from deep in the woods and his voice broke, his body trembling as he tried to will himself to leave the steps and reached towards you. “Just, sleep here, we can leave together in the morning, wherever you want.”

“I don’t want to leave, Curtis.” You shook your head as if you were explaining the situation to a small child, and though you were far away, he thought he saw a form of sadness seep through your gaze. “But I have to go.”

Curtis sobbed when you stepped into the pines, only moving a few feet before the blackness swallowed you whole. He ran back inside and grabbed the shotgun and a flashlight, sucking down a deep breath once he was back outside before diving off the porch like he was plunging into icy water. The night was already so cold, and they were only getting colder, letting you wander out there in nothing but your thin cotton nightgown meant your death, if the predators waiting out there didn’t get you first. Even with that knowledge, he froze at the edge of the trees, his breathing ragged as he shined the light into the darkness, fear raging through his veins as he watched the beam stop an alarmingly short distance away.

“Y/N!” He sank to his knees as he screamed after you, dropping the gun and the torch and burying his face in his hands as he choked on his fear. “Fuck!”

He stayed there all night, staring at the spot he’d lost sight of you as his breath sawed through his chest until he was hoarse. The sun seemed to sneak up on him, light gradually creeping back into the world until he was blinking against the sudden glare. As soon as he realized the sun was up, he grabbed the gun and charged into the trees, abandoning all his normal, careful strategy for searching and just sprinting blindly in the direction you had gone.

It was impossible to know how long he ran for, screaming your name as he carelessly stormed through the woods, not sparing a care for the branches that whipped against his face and bare chest as he searched for you. But it was hopeless. He ran to the point of almost collapsing before he stopped, his eyes red and raw from tears he didn’t even realize he’d been shedding when he finally turned around to head back to the cabin.

He had half hoped to find you there waiting for him, but all he found was an open door and an empty home. His chest felt hollow when he sagged onto the front steps, staring into the forest as he waited for you to come back to him.

But you didn’t that day, or that night. Curtis never moved from where he was waiting for three days, staring at the trees like they held the key to his survival.

He had almost lost hope when the middle of the third night came, his eyes starting to drift closed after having not slept for that whole time. Then something moved at the edge of the clearing and his heart stopped.

You were wet like you had just risen from the lake, your nightgown clinging to your damp skin as you strode out of the darkness like you had never left. Curtis rose to his feet when he realized it was you, his legs almost giving out after not moving for so long. Cold had seeped into his bones from the autumn chill, and the current temperature was dropping dangerously low. But he couldn’t bring himself to care, staggering towards you and gazing at you in disbelief as you walked towards him. As soon as he was near you he reached out and ran his fingers over the bare skin of your shoulder, a shudder traveling through him when he didn’t find you freezing as he had expected, but warm and soft and smelling of fallen leaves and turned earth.

“I told you I would be back, Curtis.” You cocked your head in that same way, gazing into his eyes and studying him as he let out a shaky breath. “You should have slept.”

“You scared me so bad.” His voice was nothing but a low rasp after his vigil, losing himself in your eyes as he took a deep breath for the first time in days. “I can’t sleep when you’re not here.”

“Promise me you’ll try.” You gripped his hand and he sighed, letting you lead him back to the house as he felt all the lingering tension seep out of his body.

“Are you leaving again?” He squeezed your hand when he felt his chest grow tight, not able to handle the thought of you wandering back out into the woods again.

“Let’s not talk about this now, you need to rest.” You led him back towards the bedroom after closing the front door, tugging on his arm when he tried to stop at the couch.

“No, Y/N, you need the bed more than me.” His arguments sounded hollow to his own ears, letting you pull him after you in spite of his protests.

“That door has been open for three days, it’s freezing in here.” Your voice was matter of fact, arriving at the bedroom and releasing him to pull the covers back and climb in, motioning for him to join you. “We both need the bed.”

“I don’t…”

“Curtis, sleep.” There was something about the way you muttered that simple word that had him immediately bending to your will, crawling into the bed and sighing when you pulled his body close.

As soon as his arms wrapped around you, all of the lingering chill left his body, warmth flooding his veins as he curled into your chest. It didn’t make sense, you’d been outdoors just as long as he had, but you were radiating heat that seeped into his bones until he felt complete exhaustion pull him under.

Two and a half months later and he had gotten more used to your strange behavior. You always spent at least a few minutes out in the clearing when the moon was full, and when it was new you left until it was a sliver of light again.

As much as it pained him when you were gone, you always came back to him, wet and clean and warm as you led him back to the bed and let him hold you. He’d finally accepted that you wanted him in the bed with you, though he still had yet to move past anything except holding you close as he slept deeply. But that was all he needed.

At least that’s what he told himself, ignoring the way his body ached when he woke in the morning with your body tucked into his. He couldn’t bring himself to go any further, not knowing if it was the thought of your husband or everything you had been through, but he knew he wasn’t going to take what he needed from you, no matter how much he wanted it.

Your husband was always in the back of his mind, the thought of him like a ghost between you as Curtis worried about him coming back. He had been surprised when he hadn’t seen Bryce the last time he traveled into town to stock up for the coming winter, but the stares and whispers he received from the townsfolk let him know the man had been raving about the mountain hermit who’d stolen his wife. He’d half expected to come back and find you gone after that trip, worried that the bastard had just been waiting for Curtis to leave you alone so he could take you back. But you were still there, lighting a fire on the hearth and staring back at Curtis when he walked through the door and gave you a relieved smile. He didn’t know what he would do if something happened to you while he was gone.

The moon was full again, so when he woke to an empty bed, he wasn’t surprised. He could hear the wind howling outside as it whipped through the trees, rising slowly on tired legs to wander outside, something about the thought of you standing under the bright moon and screaming wind calling to him.

You had left the door open as you always did, the wind making it knock against the frame as he walked warily into the night. His eyes found you immediately, the sight of you standing in the middle of the clearing stealing all the breath from his lungs.

The cold wind whipped through your nightgown and tangled it around your limbs as you stared at the sky in rapture, bathed in the silvery light of the moon like some kind of goddess. You were facing the house but you didn’t see him, your eyes half closed as you breathed deeply of the pine scented air.

Something must have alerted you to his presence, maybe his soft whisper of your name as he gazed at you, but your gaze snapped to him and made his heart stop. He had never seen something so close to emotion on your face, your eyes wild and darkened with some primal need when you reached your hand out for him.

“It’s time Curtis.” He wasn’t sure how he could possibly hear your soft murmur over the shrieking wind, but it was like you were standing right in front of him, your head rolling on your shoulders as you beckoned for him to come closer.

“Time?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he watched you, feeling a pull in his chest to run towards you but staying rooted to the spot he was standing.

“Yes.” You grabbed the flailing hem of your nightgown and ripped it over your head, letting the wind carry it away from you carelessly and moaning as the icy cold spread over your heated skin. “Come to me.”

Something in him snapped when there was a sudden change in the air, his nostrils flaring when some sweet, musky scent that he knew was you filled his lungs, like he was already buried in the soft, wet heat between your legs that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Before he knew it he was sprinting off the porch, growling from deep in his chest as he drew closer to you.

The wind grew even more wild when he reached you, swirling around the two of you as he wrapped you in his arms and devoured your mouth with his own. He poured everything into the kiss, or you drew everything from him, his fear, his need, all of the pain he’d buried deep until you were completely overwhelming his senses. You pulled him to the ground with you, tangling your limbs together as he kept his mouth molded to yours desperately and let you pull his sweats down his thighs just enough for him to spring free. He whined into your mouth when you wrapped your hand around his cock, pressing his whole body against yours as you wound your legs around his hips.

As soon as he slid inside you, everything went still. The wind stopped completely like the world was holding its breath, your own bodies fitting together perfectly as you adjusted to each other. Curtis lost himself in your lust darkened eyes, sighing deeply before pressing his lips to yours again as his arms tightened around you.

When he started rocking his hips into you the wind picked up again, softly rustling the pines as you arched yourself into him. He purred at the feel of your soft walls clenching around him, his thrusts picking up when you traced his lips with your tongue.

You let your eyes flutter closed when he found that perfect, deep spot, brushing your palms over his closely shorn hair as you buried your face in his neck. Curtis screwed his eyes closed when you nipped at his throat, panting with need as he chased the feeling of your body drawing his pleasure from him.

He drove into you hard and you flung your arms wide, digging your fingers into the earth and shrieking wildly as your body released around him. Every muscle vibrated with the force of it, your warm core drawing him deeper as his hips lost all semblance of rhythm at the feel of your velvety walls quivering around him.

Curtis was rabid with desire, finally being able to feel your wet heat wrapped around him reminding him of just how much he’d been fighting the fact that he needed you. Your teeth scraped over his pulse and it made him whine, his hands moving down your body until they were digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he yanked you down to meet each vicious plunge.

Everything about you was so fucking warm, the icy wind completely forgotten even as it curled around your bodies and tried to pull you apart. But Curtis wasn’t letting you go, not ever, letting the heat that was radiating from you pull him in and spread through his bones while he drove into you with abandon.

You moaned when he hit that spot again, your body arching into his when he moved his face back to yours and shoved his tongue down your throat. He could feel his own end looming when you gripped his biceps painfully, digging your nails into his flesh as you wordlessly commanded him to give you everything. And he did, pulling his head back and roaring into the night air as he flooded you with his seed, his hips still slowly pumping into you as your weeping channel drew him in as deep as possible.

Curtis collapsed on top of you once he was spent, sighing against your throat when you curled your limbs around his body with a contented purr. You bit at the shell of his ear and ran your hands over his shoulders as he breathed deeply, holding him close so he was still seated deep within you as he started to grow hard again.

“Take me inside, Curtis.” Your eyes were still wild when he moved to rest his forehead against yours, even though your face was void of all feeling. “I need more.”

Four months went by and Curtis had never been happier. After that night in the wind and the moonlight, you’d stopped wandering into the woods when the moon was new, content to stay in your shared bed with Curtis’s arms wrapped around you as your belly swelled and your breasts grew fuller. You still had him take you outside when the full moon filled the sky, ignoring the frozen ground and accumulating snow as you ordered him to fill you and thawed the ground with the heat of your coupling.

He could never say no to you. Not that you ever asked or actually ordered him, just gave him a look and softly murmured his name and he just knew. But he had never felt more alive than when he was inside you, the feeling of your wet, soft, warm channel fluttering around him while he wrapped his lips around the warm flesh of your breast and tasted the firm peak of your nipple making him absolutely feral.

Even though you still wouldn’t grace him with a smile or other sign of outward emotion, he’d started to notice the small signs of what you were feeling. It was all in your eyes, the way they would tighten at the corners when you were enjoying a meal or one of the few books he had, when they narrowed when you were in pain or mildly annoyed, and his favorite, the way they went wide and bright before fluttering closed in bliss when you came apart underneath him.

Right now they were drooping at half mast as you readied yourself for bed, sighing softly when Curtis rested his hand on your waist as he moved behind you to climb under the covers. You slid in after him once you had finished, letting him pull you tight against his chest and rest his hand over the swell of your womb as he breathed in your scent and nuzzled into your hair. He never slept better than when he was curled around you, the warmth that radiated from you pulling all the tension from his body and helping the heavy pull of sleep drag him under.

Curtis fell asleep thinking about building a crib, considering how he’d have to clear out the spare room so he could turn it into a nursery. He’d make you a rocking chair too, just one of the pines that grew around the cabin could probably furnish the whole room. He hummed happily as he drifted under, feeling your breathing grow deeper as your own exhaustion took over your system.

The sound of crazed laughter and whooping from outside the cabin jolted him from sleep an uncertain amount of time later, the warm, red glow of a fire seeping through the windows and making him rise out of the bed with a start.

“He’s back.” Your voice was empty when you rolled to look at Curtis, letting your hand rest on your stomach as you gazed at him with nothing but mild concern.

“Stay inside.” He grabbed your hand and curled over you, resting his forehead against yours as he pressed your palm to his chest and pleaded with you. “Baby, promise me, do not leave this house unless I tell you to run.”

You nodded simply and let him go, watching him in silence as he strode to the front door and grabbed the shotgun. He cursed when he opened the door and saw the fire burning through the trees, running down the stairs and shooting his eyes around the clearing to try to find the man who had been plaguing his thoughts.

The same time he spotted the bastard standing at the head of the trail, the handle of the axe caught him in the temple, sending him sprawling as the gun flew out of his hands. A foot caught him in the ribs when he tried to rise to his feet, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth as his unseen attackers kept raining blows on him.

“That’s enough.” Bryce’s eyes were crazed as he sauntered forward, an evil grin splitting his face while he watched Curtis roll over and try to crawl back towards the house. “Hope you don’t mind, brought some friends after the less than warm welcome I received last time. Get him up.”

As soon as the goons drew Curtis to his knees, Bryce’s fist was smashing into his jaw, whipping his head to the side as he felt his teeth cut the inside of his cheek and coughed against what were sure to be some cracked ribs.

“Where’s my fucking wife?” Your husband’s voice was a feral hiss as he bent forward to look into Curtis’s eyes, spit flying from between his lips and hitting the older man in the cheek as he snarled at him and hefted the half empty bottle of whiskey. “Huh? She in there?”

“Fuck you.” Curtis gurgled when he spat at the asshole, rolling his head on his shoulders and grunting in pain when when Bryce’s fist landed against his chest.

“No, I think I’m gonna fuck her.” He dropped a handkerchief into the bottle of whiskey and pulled out his lighter, grinning when Curtis started fighting against his captors and muttering useless threats. “I’m gonna burn her out of there then fuck her in front of you like the bitch she is until she bleeds, because she’s mine.”

He watched Bryce light the bottle and tried to shout for you to run, his broken voice muffled when one of the goons holding him clapped a hand over his mouth. Curtis screamed when Bryce threw the flaming bottle through one of the windows, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he thrashed wildly in an attempt to break free and run to save you. It didn’t matter, though, the house went up like a tinderbox and all he could do was watch.

“Oh shit, look at that.” Bryce laughed wildly as he watched the cabin burn, turning to look at Curtis and grinning even wider at the look of pure despair on his face. “That thing went up insanely fast. Oh well, that look on your stupid fucking face almost makes killing that cunt worth it.”

“Bryce.”

Curtis sobbed when he saw you standing in the doorway, the fire’s glow making you look untamed and wild as the hot air pulled at your hair and the edge of your nightgown. You only spared him a passing glance before you strode through the flames and walked towards your husband, the flames licking at your limbs before snapping back to consume the walls of the cabin.

“Hey there, honey.” Bryce breathed deeply when he set eyes on you, nostrils flaring as you moved closer and his eyes raked over your body. “I’ve missed you. It’s time for you to come home.”

“Of course Bryce.” Your voice was completely flat and emotionless, stopping in front of your husband and giving him a dead stare.

“You cold bitch, not even gonna ask me to spare your new man, are you?” He chuckled darkly before his gaze fell to your stomach, the smile freezing on his face as he took in the soft, rounded swell of your growing womb. “What the fuck is this?”

“Don’t fucking touch her, or I’ll kill you.” Curtis snarled when Bryce reached towards your belly, his eyes trained on your face as his heart broke at the sight of your cold expression. “Baby, why didn’t you run?”

“I told you, Curtis.” You shrugged at him as Bryce stepped closer, ignoring your husband’s enraged growl as you gazed into Curtis’s eyes. “I don’t run from anything.”

“You let this fucker knock you up?” Bryce slapped your face when you didn’t turn your attention back to him fast enough, wrapping his hand around your throat and yanking you forward so he could drag his nose over your cheek. “I’m gonna take that axe and slice his fucking whelp out of you before I fuck you at his feet then take his head off.”

“Whatever you want Bryce.” Curtis was sobbing miserably at Bryce’s threats, sagging in his captors’ grip and gazing at you pleadingly as you let him cut off your air. “I’m yours.”

“That’s fucking right, you are.” Bryce rested his forehead against yours and grinning wickedly. “All mine. Told you she needed a strong hand, Everett, bet you’ve been coddling her. Now watch close while I break this bitch back in.”

Curtis choked on his last shred of anguish when you let Bryce smash his lips against yours, his hands digging cruelly into your full breasts before he started hiking up the edge of your nightgown. He wanted to tear his eyes away, but he couldn’t, watching dumbly as you accepted your husband’s possessive groping with a stiff posture.

None of them saw the knife.

One moment Bryce was biting at your lips and undoing his fly, the next he was grabbing his neck with a strangled whine, blood bubbling between his lips as he stared at you in disbelief. Your face never changed, nothing but an icy stare as you sawed through sinew and muscle until you hit bone while his blood sprayed all over you.

He dropped to your feet once you were finished, one final gurgle of breath leaving his body before he was nothing but an empty pile of meat. You were soaked in his blood when you turned back towards Curtis and his captors, cocking your head at the two men holding him who were staring at you with abject horror before tilting your head to gaze at Curtis. He was still crying, his breath ragged and hoarse as his eyes met yours with an air of reverence and desperation.

You smiled at him then, the fire glittering off the blood that covered your face as true warmth spread over your features for the first time since he’d known you.

It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, all the misery he’d felt since he’d woken up gone in an instant as you reached for him.

The two men who were holding him let go with muttered curses, turning to run back down the path and escape the terrifying vision of you smiling at the man who was kneeling at your feet. He didn’t stay there for long, though, grabbing the axe and charging after your husband’s goons. You were still smiling as you watched him catch up to them, your hand resting on the soft swell of your stomach as a chorus of screams filled the night.

Curtis was covered in blood too by the time he started walking back to you, tossing the axe aside when you dropped your knife and growling when he broke into a run. You were running too, the two of you meeting in the center of the clearing in a tangle of limbs as you smashed your lips together with a medley of groans.

He pulled you to the ground with him as he yanked his sleep pants down his legs, kneeling underneath you and dragging your nightgown up around your hips so he could slide his aching cock inside your warm and welcoming core. You groaned against his lips when he was fully seated in you, his hips driving up into you immediately as his arms held you close.

“Mine.” You purred into his mouth as he ground against you, rolling your body against his while he framed your waist with his hands. “Tell me.”

“Yours, just yours.” He could feel you drawing closer, losing himself in your eyes and wanting nothing more than to give you everything.

You smiled at him again and he felt his heart swell, groaning when you wrapped your arms around his neck and cried softly into his mouth when you came apart around him. He groaned when he followed you, pulling you as close as he could when his hips stuttered and he filled with with his spend, the warm and fertile walls of your womb drawing him deep as you fluttered and clenched around his aching cock.

“My love, my heart.” You kissed the tears that still stained his cheeks as you gazed at him, lapping the blood from his skin and returning his soft smile as his arms curled around you. “I’m staying.”

He pressed his lips to yours as he relaxed, ignoring the rain that was starting to fall as the fire continued to flicker and roar around the two of you. He would be able to rebuild, as long as you were with him he would do anything to see that smile again.

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ilovebokutokoutaro · 3 years ago

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Heyy...I had another request and this one is angst...because you said you would do better with angst...here it is:

so...Y/n had a child with someone else (you can make 'someone' another character from haikyuu or another anime) but that someone left her when he learned about the pregnancy. But she decided to keep the child anyways. she was 18 back then.

Fast forward 3 years later and y/n is in her second year of college(she already had the child)she meets tsukki. She and tsukki hit it off immediately and after a few months start dating. after tsukki finds out about y/n's daughter he treats her like his own often buying her toys and playing with her. eventually, y/n breaks up with him because she thinks that he should not have to spend his 20's having to be a father and that he deserves better. so a whole argument breaks out and then more angsty stuff happens (and I wanna see how YOU end it)

It is mostly angst and I wanna see if u do a happy ending or a sad one...

sorry its is also a bit long😅😅

I really liked how you did the last request

thank you so much!!!

"look- look i like you, but a kid? On hell no i can't, get rid of it. I can't take care of a child I've a whole life ahead" he stuttered while you sat on the couch between both your families. You were scared, oh ofc you were. But you didn't plan on ending the life of a child that hasn't even been born yet. You couldn't live with the guilt of knowing you could save someone yet decided to kill them.

"y/n! My son is only 18, how do u expect him to take care of a child-" his mother reasoned but you found yourself looking up with the most disgusted expression ever "I'm fucking 17. I'm 17" you cried, tears pooling in your eyes.

"OH YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT? YET YOU DECIDED TO BE SO IRRESPONSIBLE AND GET YOURSELF PREGNANT" your mother screamed, standing up in a rushed manner. You could see it coming, the way she rushed to you, her hand raising to land against your tear stained cheeks. It didn't throw you off guard you saw it coming, but it didn't help your loud sobs.

"w-why is everyone only blaming me? I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE- U CAN'T HAVE SEX WITH MYSELF AND GET MYSELF PREGNANT, SO WHY IS EVERYONE ONLY MAD AT ME? I DON'T GET IT? IT'S HIS FAULT TOO. YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME ATSUMU. NOT FUCKING LIKE. I TOLD YOU TO GET A MF CONDOM BUT YOU SAID YOU'D TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN. SO WHY NOW? WHY ARE- WHY AM I BEING BLAMED? WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE BEING-" you were cut off with another harsh slap. This time it wasn't from your mother but his. But what hurt more was not the sting against your cheek, the way everyone comforted her but not you.

She wasn't the one being snatched off everything so why? Why was his mother being sympathised of and not you? Why not you but him? You couldn't understand it no matter what u did. You nails coming up to dig against your palm as you sobbed. You could see the chaos but it wasn't to help you. "I-I'm so sorry y/n" you heard the very similar voice whisper, you loved how even his voice could end any pain you held. But rn, the only thing you felt after hearing him was pure hatred.

You were angered, you couldn't blame yourself any longer, couldnt have them hurting you and your child anymore. YOUR child. You snatched your hand away from atsumu wiping it against your dress, before standing up. At this point you were forcing yourself to stop crying.

Your legs moved on their own as you walked back to your room, blocking out the screams of your mother, the cries of your father, the "I'm sorry"s by the person you thought would be your forever.

And when you reached your room, you could only lock the door and slide against it till you were sitting down.

Teared started welling up in your eyes again, you couldn't help it, you were so scared, so devasted, you felt like loving atsumu was the biggest mistake you ever made. The pain was so overwhelming that you hastily stood up in search of anything to escape. And then you halted, your gaze falling on the baby blue suitcase you had for when you went on outings with your family.

You found yourself rushing to the bedside table to call your best friend, the only thoughts on your mind were an escape. Anywhere but here. oh god, anywhere but here. You hands shook as you dailed his number your sobs coming out more and more broken as the rings passed by.

"hel-" you found yourself cutting him off with loud sobs. "I don't- i don't wanna stay here, rin. Take me away please, I'll do an-any- anything you want so please take me anywhere but here, i hate them all so much" you blurted out in between sobs, waiting for him to tell you it's okay and he'd take you away from this hellhole sucking you in deeper and deeper every second.

And you abolutely loved how he never asked anything before coming to your rescue only asking when he knew you were ready to speak up about it. He was more of a brother to you than your own brother, who called you to make fun of you for "he knocked you up? Omg hillarious" instead of calling your parents to help you through this. You could no longer live here anymore.

"pack your fucking bags I'm coming to pick you up" you sighed as his voice reached your ears. He was coming, to take you away. You'd be okay with him right? His mother loved you, you could work in her shop, pay the bills and raise....your child.

As he cut the call with an "i love you be strong for me" you found yourself smiling again. The pain was still there but you felt as if there was a calm in between the storm. You walked towards your closet, pulling out your suitcase to pack everything you absolutely needed.

Leaving behind the pictures of your family and him. Throwing them away as the glass shattered on the floor, the sound alerting the people downstairs making them scream for you louder their steps echoed against the house but you knew what you were doing.

You were not obliged to live with the people who didn't care about you and your child, you were okay, you had to be for your child, for yourself.

You were okay. You chained the suitcase up before wiping your tears and walking up to open the door they were banging so hard at.

The sight of atsumu looking at your packed bags then at you was enkugh to make you melt down in his arms, tell him to love you again but you knew he didn't deserve you. A pit of hate bubbling against the bottom of your chest, a hate for everyone who blamed you, blamed you when they should've loved you.

Your actions were in a rush and you weren't sure that you wouldnt regret it once you calm down. But one thing you knew for sure was you had to get out of here, for the safety of the little life rising inside you.

You found yourself blocking their screams untill your mother grabbed your arm harshly. You couldn't help but chuckle at her as you snatched your hand away "do not fucking touch me" you screamed. "Y/n, what do u think you're doing? You can't live without us. Why do u have to choose that worthless life over us? the child isn't that important you could have another once u grow up yeah?"

You father tried to reason and you found yourself laughing at his silly words. "Choose you? Choose the parents who refused to support me when i need it the most, choose a fucking coward of a person who's asking me to be a murderer for the remaining life I've ahead? YOU FINALLY SPEAK AFTER HEARING ALL THE SHIT EVERYONE SAID ABOUT ME, CALLING ME A WHORE FOR OPENING MY LEGS FOR A FUCKING COWARD, YOU COULD HEAR IT RIGHT DAD? YOU COULD HEAR HOW I CRIED EVERY NIGHT, BEGGING FOR HELP, FOR SUPPORT FROM YOU AND MOM. YOU COULD HEAR ME SOBBING FOR HELP BUT YOU- YOU LET ME HURT, YOU LET THIS WOMAN SLAP ME AS IF IT'S ALL MY FAULT AND NOT HER COWARDLY SON'S. I HATE YOU ALL. EVERYONE PRESENT HERE- I HATE YOU ALL. JUST LET ME LIVE HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE? HAVENT YOU HURT ME ENOUGH?" you sobbed out, you knees giving up, but you were held up by a familiar pair of hands.

He was here, you could finally leave this place for ever. Suna was here. He'd help you. "Don't fucking come near her again or I'll remember to cut that tiny dick of yours away" suna grumbled out to atsumu, glaring at your speechless parents, before pulling you away.

You walked and walked and then you found your knees giving up in the middle of the street, it was empty, the nightsky shining against the pavement, as you sobbed your heart out. "I'm scared I'm so scared rin i don't wanna do this i hate myself for loving a douche like him. I hate myself so much.." you cried, doubling over in pain, you couldn't stop crying. Not anymore. You could feel your heart shattering over and over again and you could do nothing about it.

Suna never thought you'd ever cry like this, you were such a bubbly person, seeing you so vulnerable had him on his knees, pulling you to his chest in hopes his arms would cage you from falling apart.

When you reached his house, you could see his mother rushing upto you and hugging you, and you bursted into tears again, sobbing against her. Telling her how much they hurt you. She cried with you. She loved you. More than your parents could ever. They both supported you.

Your time during the pregnancy was nothing but painful, 9 months passing by in a flash, with no happy memories whatsoever. And then it was there, your due date. You remembered clearly how you clenched the bars of bed, screaming for the pain to stop. Begging for the pain to stop, each cramp reminded you, that you were giving birth to atsumu's child. His child. And it brought nothing but pain.

And when you first held your daughter you could feel all your anxiety melting down, tears never stopped but they weren't of pain anymore.

You could only sob as you stared at your daughter laying in your arms, sleeping ever so peacefully. You remembered how when atsumu and his mother were allowed in, you showed them your daughter while crying out "i did it, i did it" both of them tearing up while laughing at how adorable you both looked.

"you're still a child afterall" was the only thing u could hear before falling into a deep slumber.

You couldn't be happier anymore, you were now 21 and you couldn't possibly thank rintarou and his mother for helping you at your worst. Moving out was hard, but you manged, leaving your lilttle daughter to suna's mother when u went to college, you had resumed it quite late but everyone was nice enough to you.

"It's okay don't worry you're not bothering me i love playing with my little aiko, don't u love playing with grandma too ai-chan" your daughter let out a giggle in response to which you smiled, thanking the kind lady again before kissing your daughter's forehead and leaving.

The drive to the college was calm you were finally out of the loophole of your boring daily routine. As you reached the stop you found yourself rushing inside the building, every other person in the university loved you. Treating you oh so kindly, most of them knew you had a daughter, since you had to take her to the university this once.

And it won't be a lie to say all the students as well the teachers were absolutely in love with her. You found yourself a group of friends who often visited to play with aiko or volunteer to take care of her when u were busy. You were learning to love yourself again, and you also found yourself falling for one of the guy in the group, he was the kindest of all, and has been supporting you ever since u first met when he saw you crying alone....you were over the pain sure...but every now and then you remembered everything and couldn't help but shed tears.

You informed him about your situation after a few months when he came to play with aiko.

"y/n" you heard a deep calm voice call and turned around with a smile. "Kei-kun" you giggled as he ruffled your hair. As you both walked back to your chair you excitedly turned towards him.

"kei kun you know aiko is starting to speak other words except mama now heh, she even called suna-san grandma and i will show u this video she was literally crying and kept asking ai to call her grandma again-" you babbled on before he cut you off with a "I'll come meet aiko today" to which you responded with a grin.

"alright kids, there is an important announcement. I'd like to introduce you to your temporary teacher for atheletics since the old one left for a while and I'm guessing you all would be happy to see who it is" some proffessor ranted you did not pay much attention to it, continuing to rant about aiko to tsukishima as he stared at you with what others would call an uninterested expression but byou knew he was listening.

"-all I'm Atsumu miya" was all you heard before you found yourself flinching and turning towards the front with wide eyes, taking tsukishima by surprise. Ofc he knew about everything but he didnt know his name. He didn't know the name of the person who led you to your ruins.

"are you okay" your heard him whisper but you couldn't find yourself to look up anymore, grabbing your bags you could barely think about what you'd do if atsumu saw you, you ran out of the class with tsukishima soon running behind.

On the other hand, atsumu froze on his place in front of the hall before coughing to cut off the awkward silence and continuing with the class. Ignoring the huge thumping against his chest at the look of disgust you gave him.

"y/n wait- wait what's wrong" you heard tsukishima yell as you ran through some empty corridor going to where you feet took you. "Wait" he yelled again this time pulling you by your arm, resulting in you colliding with him.

And when he looked down at you, he found his heart cracking at your tears, "oh give me a break, i was just- i was just getting over him" you cried barely thinking about what tsukishima would feel. You collapsed onto his chest sobbing, telling him how much you just wanted to slap him right in front of everyone, how dare he look so happy after everything he did to you.

He only hugged you telling you it's okay, you both stood like that for a while before you calmed down and then he dragged you to his car, you questioned nothing, sitting with him on the passengers seat.

The drive to suna's house was silent. You sat there busy with your thoughts and he let you.

When u reached the house you found yourself snapping out of the thoughts and running inside the house before tsukishima could.

He came inside to you hugging aiko and he looked at suna's mother with a knowing look and her eyes widened immediately running upto you to see if you were okay. What caught all of you off gaurd was your daughter's next words.

She let out a loud sqeual when she saw tsukishima, making grabby hands towards him. "Papa" she cried at him making both his and your eyes widen. "Ai, what are u doing that's not papa, you don't have a father" you couldn't help but scream at your daughter which resulted in her whimpering in your arms, soon bursting into tears, you were already anxious enough and your daughter sobbing didn't help.

"I'll take care of her" tsukishima whispered, pulling her out of your Arms and laying her against his chest, slowly patting her back to help her calm down. "It's okay ai, it's okay stop crying" he whispered and you swore you haven't seen tsukishima speaking this softly ever before.

Your heart skipped a beat when she snuggled against him, her sobs coming to a stop. "Papa" she whimpered and he only nodded kissing her head, making her sigh and close her eyes, too tired to stay awake anymore.

You couldn't help but overthink, you did not want tsukishima to be awkward with you, and aiko calling him father would result to nothing other than that....what hurt you more was the fact you knew he didn't reciprocate your feelings he would never accept being aiko's father because he did not love you, oh it was embarrasing how much you've cried in past 3 years.

You had changed a whole lot, but the years of teenage were basically snatched away from you when you got the news of your pregnancy. You didn't blame aiko, not a bit. You were sure you'd have chosen to keep her even if suna and his mother weren't here for you.

You never got a chance to learn to grow up, you were burdened with responsibilties before you could even start thinking about it. Avoiding your parents' frequent visits and calls wasn't the answer but you couldn't face them again.

You refused to show them your daughter when they visited the hospital. You couldn't forgive them....just not yet. You were brought out of you thoughts when you saw tsukishima sit down on his knees in front of you.

You quickly looked up to see where was your daughter when you found his hands slowly grabbing your shaky ones. When you saw suna's mother bringing her out of the room, you let yourself breathe out a sigh.

You couldn't help the way your heart thumped against your chest at the touch of his hands, but you were not sure whether it was because of you feelings for him or an upcoming panic attack. So you stayed silent, looking down on your lap, as if avoiding his eyes could help you through...just anything at all.

"y/n" he uttered and all u could do was hum nervously in response. "I love you" he whispered and you hummed again already feeling tears welling up in your at the rejection- wait- you found yourself snapping your head up, your teary eyes meeting tsukishima's and he didn't flinch at the way your hands squeezed his tightly.

"w-what?" You found yourself stuttering without a choice and he looked down "i don't......i don't mind aiko calling me papa" he grumbled the tip of his ears turning red which had you flushing.

He seemed nervous....but more than that he looked vulnerable to you. You couldn't get yourself to breathe. The panic washed away, like calm waves washing away the sand. Loving you came easy to him, he thought. He just couldn't not love someone so......ethereal. you didn't seem real to him, so fragile, so strong.

All your flaws looked like blessings to him and as much as he found it annoying he'd say it to your face if it makes you even a slightest bit happy. "I-" your were totally panicking, still dumbstruck by evetything that happened today. You've known kei for about a year now, and you would be lying if you said you didn't imagine a future with someone like him.

But now that it was happening a thousands of thoughts snatched against your heart strings, begging you to not love again, to not trust again. To give up and live for your daughter you didn't seem to need anyone else and as you found your heart closing up again, tsukishima grabbed your hands, making you look up.b

And every doubt seemed to vanish away, he looked at you the way you looked at atsumu at one point and you couldn't imagine ever being loved like how you did, so desperately.

His eyes stabbed your conscience pulling away all the doubts untill you were left with an open heart once again, a blush covering your cheeks. "I- i don't know, i like you- i do i really do. But-" you heard him cut off your words with a sharp "trust me." He mumbled frowing at himself for being so sensitive for a....mere girl.

"I'll treat you better than him i swear, I'll treat ai better than he could ever, so trust me......at least let me prove it once....give me a chance I'll-" you found yourself frowing at his panicked voice, and before you knew you cold hands were grabbing either sides of his face and pulling him in, pressing your lips against his.

You could feel him flinching against you, his hands coming to grab yours. He let you kiss him. His eyes slightly open but he kissed you back nonetheless. He loved the sight of your cheeks brushed in a small taint of red.

And then he pulled away despite your unwillingness to do so and you couldn't help but blush. "Seems like someone was waiting for this for a while" he chuckled trying to cover up the squeal in his voice by coughing. You didn't seem to notice it either way, feeling flustered when you recalled everything.

His lips felt soft......a feeling of warmth spreading against the cracks of your hearts, it almost felt like you were never hurt, you couldn't help but touch your lips, looking down in embarrassment at the moist feeling.

What you did not expect was him pushing himself up on his knees, grabbing you by the back of your head and pulling your smashing his lips against yours again. Almost as if he knew what you wanted.

He found your hands grabbing at his shirt, it was way more deeper compared to how you kissed him, and before you knew it, he was towering above you pushing your head against the headrest of the couch.

"wait" you whispered in between the kiss but didn't feel the urge to pull away and he seemed too drunk to listen. It felt nice, you always knew he couldn't express his emotions out in words, everytime you cried he'd pull you into his arms and say nothing, and it was far more comforting than any words of comfort you've ever heard.

The kiss felt like he was pouring in all the pationate emotions he held for you. It felt like being loved again, properly this time. And then he pulled away, both of you panting for air, you couldn't seem catch you breathe again, your heart pounding against your chest, hard.

"i love you" he whispered kissing your forehead for the last time before pulling away, and you couldn't help but grin, pushing yourself in his embrace feeling him chuckle against you.

"you can be a child with me, don't always need to be on your mother instinct you know" he mumbled, almost as if he could read you like an open book, your eyes widening at the words.

"i- i would like that" you smiled, pulling away when you heard the door click open again.

"oh tsukishima kun, she kept crying for you so i had to come back-" you heard suna- san crying, the loud cries of your daughter tugging at your heart, feeling bad to be yelling at her because of your insecurities but it all vainshed away, when her cries suddenly came to a halt.

And what you saw when looking up, you wpuld always thank God for letting you see a sight you so craved for. Tsukishima was holding her again as she squealed at him, grabbing his nose.....you would never know why but she was absolutely obsessed with his nose.

Always tugging at it, bit he never complained, because it didn't hurt, you concluded.

And when your eyes met suna's mother, she was smiling at you almost as if she knew, she walked towards you with a huge grin. Kissing your forehead and whispered "I'm proud of you" she mumbled. And you felt your eyes tearing up in joy again. "It's all thanks to you" you laughed, and she chuckled in response.

Then the days passed by in a flash with you avoiding atsumu at all costs. So bad as to faking sickness to get out of gym, you had done it all. And today was the last day for him, he'd be gone now, you didn't even realise how unconsciously you were ignoring atsumu for the past few months at that, untill you found yourself in an empty classroom with him.

How you ended up here? Obviously because he forced you in when you weren't with tsukishima.

And now you were sitting on the bench while he paced back and forth in front of you, before halting and banging his hands on the desk, which got him no reaction from you, driving him even more on the edge.

"look ik why you are avoiding me and all but i just want to ask you one question. Are you dating that tsukishima guy?" He started with a deep long sigh and you half laughed, half scoffed in response. To which he straightened up pursuing his lips in a thin line while avoiding your piercing gaze.

"so what if I'm?" You stated, now standing up yourself, "what right do YOU have to ask me that?" You almost laughed at how he stiffened in the response.

"let me see our child. I'll be her father now. I'm ready now, I'll come back" he stated soon after cutting your laugh off.

And an awkward silence soon followed behind, well awkward for him. "Our child?" You asked, "our- WAIT HAHA OUR?" you screamed pushing at him to get him away from you. "You fucking disgust me miya" you stated "why do YOU think i need you back? MY daughter already loves my current boyfriend, she also calls him papa you know and I've also legally confirmed you're no father to her. Your mother had you sign the document remember? Maybe not, cuz you were soooo scared right? I fucking know so stop pretending you were all good of a boyfriend. Ik everything. I'd rather live alone my whole life then stay with a coward like you."

The look on his face was everything, it didn't hurt anymore. Not at all. You could care less about a man who left you because his pulling out game was too weak, when he was the one who forced you to do it and said he'd take responsibility. You were deceived once but not again you couldn't let yourself go through everything you went through all over again.

"he can't take care of you like i can, you're ruining his life by making him take care of some child and yourself." He grumbled out of words to response but it had your heart dropping. He wasn't obliged to do so much for you and your daughter.....you were ruining his life, he deserved so much better than you....tsukishima deserved soooo much better than you.

"do you think i can't take care of my daughter alone? Out of all people I've, out of all people who've loved me, when you dropped me alone to deal with everything, out of all those people...... you're asking me to choose you? YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR ME EXCEPT RUINING MY LIFE? I HATE MYSELF FOR EVER LOVING YOU MIYA ATSUMU. HAVEN'T YOU DESTROYED ME ENOUGH? HOW CAN YOU BE SO DAMN PATHETIC, I DON'T NEED YOU. I DON'T UGH I DON'T, DON'T EVER COME IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN I HATE YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH"

You couldn't help but scream at the thought of having to go through everything all over again. "......and even if I don't live to take care of my daughter, rintarou will keep her happy enough, even if i....even if i let kei go, rintarou won't let my daughter suffer with you. Anyone but you miya atsumu" you thought out loud, your face was painted with a cold expression he's never seen before.

And after that walking away was easy with him not chasing after you anymore. And maybe the God was playing with you, because you saw tsukishima talking to a girl, couldn't help but wonder how much better he would've been without you. He was handsome, just anything a girl would want. Why would he choose....someone like....you?

It didn't even hurt anymore, you could only take so much and now you were snapping. Leaving....everything didn't seem wrong enough for you to change your mind.

Before you knew you were walking towards tsukishima, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the rooftop, ignoring his confused words. And once you reached, you let him go.

"i want to break up" you whispered not looking at him cuz if you did you knew you would stay...for him, for your daughter, for everyone who loved you. And before you could even let out a breathe tsukishima was pulling you back to face him.

"what?" His voice....why was it so shaky? "I...i want to breakup with you" you finally looked up at him in the eyes, and he was definitely taken aback by the emotionless look in your eyes. And then he asked nothing just turning away from you, hiding the way his eyes leaked tears. The pain filling his chest.

"am i a joke to you?" He sighed still not looking at you. Your eyes widening, you imagined all kind of responses but him saying this was not something that crossed your mind.

"are my feelings a joke?" He asked again this time turning around to look at you right in the eyes. "I did my best, you know. I am not even asking you to do anything at all for me, you could've maybe just thought over it, you could've told me you needed time, i would've- i would've given you all the time you wanted. Why would you stay with me for so many months building my hopes up like that? You could've told me this sooner. I won't ask the reason but if it's anything other than you don't love me anymore, then just know i hope you'd tell me about it"

And just like that he was walking out of the door, out from your life.....just like you wanted so why did you feel out of breathe, why were you so desperately wishing he'd turn around. Why when the door closed behind him, why did your legs give up? Why did you feel warm tears sliding down your cheeks?

You couldn't help but sob at the realisation and you fliched when the door bursted open, your eyes widening as you saw tsukishima kneel down in front of you and pull you into his chest.

"oh fuck it, i lied i need to know the reason and even if it is to be that you don't love me anymore, still, even then let me hold you just once again. Ugh i hate how pathetic you make me. I wish....i wish i could hate myself for falling for you" he mumbled, you could almost feel his frown as he tightened his hold.

You couldn't think, couldn't respond as you looked at the door wide eyed. Your hand trembled as you pulled at his shirt, a sob leaving your lips "i- i can't do it I'm sorry, i can't let you go, ik you deserve better than me" you found yourself pulling away from him as you looked at him in the eyes, "but i still want you to selfishly just- ugh just chose me please. Stay." You cried tagging at his shirt desperately.

"why would you even- I'm not breaking up with you for a pathetic reason like that, you're supposed to be the older and more mature one here, why would u even think 'i deserve better'? I don't remember asking for anyone other than you and I'm not going to do it for as long as i live, the way I've to say it out.... haven't i made it clear enough that i only ever need you?" He huffed, his face scruching is frustration, and you couldn't help but feel guiltier

"I'm sorry" you whispered, and he just shrugged, "well- whatever" he mumbled this ears turning red making you chuckle. "And who put that idea in your head?" He grumbled, frowning at the thought again. "Well- uh- Miya. He was spouting all that shit about how i need him and all" tsukishima couldn't help but laugh at that.

"no because that's s so dumb, why would he think the strongest person to exist would need someone like him? A coward? I'm sirry but i can never stop bitching about him" he laughed, you heart flipping at the sound of his laugh, a smile covering your lips.

You loved the way he was so different to you, so much livelier and nicer when with you. He would still tease every peson around even you at times. But in the end you had him, he would never smile like that for someone else.

That was lie, he smiled wayy more nicely to your daughter and now the little baby boy you held in your arms. Things get better, you manged to talk it out with your family and left them again this time, making sure they knew they had lost you and there was so way coming back.

Maybe things really change for the best, after everything you went through, you couldn't thank the God enough, because suffering brought you the person you really were meant to be with. And now you were sure even if there are many a more difficulties and foghts coming in between you and kei, you'd make it past all that. Because you loved each other.

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A/n: I'm so fucking sorry cuz no the actual fuck is this, it took me so long too I'm sorry if i disappointed you with this one. Hope you enjoy...heh sorry for taking so long.

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sleepysnk · 4 years ago

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I'M LOWKEY IN THE MOOD FOR SOME FLUFF SO I DECIDED TO MAKE THESE HEADCANONS. i hope you guys enjoy! <3

Pregnancy Headcanons

Characters: Reiner, Porco, Colt, and Zeke

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW, pregnancy, birth

Reiner Braun:

- ohh boy, now let me just say this man has a breeding kink so you've definitely have had some pregnancy scares before. it was kind of common 😳.

- now when you started feeling sick one day, you instantly were concerned. Reiner noticed the change in your behavior as well. You seemed more tired, you barely slept, and worst of all you threw up a ton. it was a lot more than usual as well.

- Reiner didn't know what was wrong, he was scared to lose you.

- that's when it dawned on him that you two had sex weeks prior, without a condom. he was freaked out because he wasn't sure if you had forgotten. he decided to go to you about it and he explained that you should take a pregnancy test.

- you thought the idea of you being pregnant was ridiculous, but you gave in and took the test.

- when it came back positive, your whole world just stopped. you were pregnant with Reiner's baby.

- when you told him he was absolutely ecstatic. Reiner was excited to start this new chapter with you and assured you that everything was going to be okay, and he'd be by your side through everything. he was very helpful in getting what you needed.

- you found out you were about 6 weeks along at the doctor's office, and you two couldn't be happier.

- Reiner is very protective of you already. with you being pregnant, he is now 100x more protective than before. HE HAS HIS EYES ON YOU 24/7. whenever you go out, he goes with you. he was always around in case of an emergency.

- lowkey into pregnancy sex

- the symptoms were the worst, Reiner would wake up some nights to you going back and forth to the bathroom or throwing up at certain smells of foods. he was there for all of your mood swings and odd cravings 😭, he would always laugh whenever you would run to the bathroom having to pee.

- Reiner absolutely falls in love with your pregnant belly, there's just something he loves about your belly being so big. he always has his hands on your bump <3.

- both of you would argue over gender, Reiner wanted a girl and you wanted a boy. eventually you found out you were having a girl, and Reiner felt like a total bad bitch 😭.

- Reiner would have Bertholdt come check in on you often if he's at work, or he'll send you a text asking how you're feeling. he understands how some days you can have terrible morning sickness and that you need some love.

- he'll massage any part of your body that's sore.

- Karina was excited to be a grandma, she would often invite you over to ask how you were feeling. she was a huge help for you and Reiner during the whole process, she practically acted like you were her daughter.

- Reiner would so make a nursery by himself 🥺, he'd do it all within like two days and you'd be so impressed by it all. he wants everything to be ready before your little one comes home.

- when your water broke, Reiner was absolutely a total mess. Bertholdt and Annie had to calm him down, he was so scared.

- it was hard for Reiner to watch you cry in pain, he was a total mess at the doctor's office he had to walk out of the delivery room. eventually, he came back and watching you give birth was one of the most beautiful things he got to watch.

- HE WAS SO EMOTIONAL WHEN HE HELD HER 🥺🥺🥺. HOLY SHIT THIS MAN WAS A SOBBING MESS.

- god pls give this man a baby, he is such an amazing father.

Porco Galliard:

- Porco is always one to notice odd behavior or changes in your usual routine. he's very observant and blunt, so expect him to question you a ton whenever something seems out of the ordinary for you.

- when you started feeling sick, Porco found it odd. he hadn't seen you this sick in a really long time and it kind of concerned him being honest, he was scared that you were seriously ill. he would hold your hair back everytime you threw up your food. it really worried him.

- Porco overthinks A TON, he thought you were dying or something.

- that's when Porco decided to take you to the doctor. the last straw hit when you practically almost passed out when you were working out, he basically forced your ass into going to the doctor.

- you explained your symptoms to the doctor and after a few tests, you found out you were pregnant.

- hearing those words made Porco genuinely shocked, but he was so excited and happy. he told you he'd support whatever you wanted to do and after some talking, you both decided to keep it. he assured you he wasn't going anywhere and he was going to take care of you and your baby.

- Porco definitely goes overboard with it all 😭, mans would barely let anyone even breath next to you. he is so defensive over you and the baby, he's just protective like that. he sleeps with one eye open practically.

- dealing with the symptoms were a lot to handle at first. Porco wasn't sure what would trigger you to vomit or what would piss you off. you told him not to worry about anything and that you'd be okay, of course he's a stubborn little shit and just pouts but you find it to be adorable. he laughs when you have to pee 500 times a night.

- he loves the bump, he always pokes it for some reason and laughs.

- Porco wants a girl so bad. he literally tells you how much he wants a daughter and that's what he ended up getting. he found out you were having a girl and he was absolutely ecstatic, he was so ready to meet her.

- Marcel would probably come around if Porco was out working or he wasn't able to be at home. sometimes he'd send Pieck to check up on you if you weren't responding to him quick enough. this baby is so concerned over every little thing 😭.

- Porco would carry you around everywhere if your feet were sore. he knows how sore your body is so he'll carry you around the house.

- his family was very excited for the two of you, his mom was so happy to finally have a baby coming in the family. she gave you tons of advice and she gifted you with a ton of items for the baby.

- Porco asked Marcel to help him with the nursery, he didn't have any clue where to start and your due date was approaching faster than he could even blink. it took awhile, but they ended up making a really cute and pretty nursery. Porco felt like a proud dad in that moment.

- when your water broke, hell on Earth happened.

- Porco wasn't even there when it happened, you were with Pieck and it broke. when he got the call he went absolute ape shit and ran out the door, he literally zoomed to the damn hospital.

- he became so worried about you 🥺, seeing how uncomfortable you were and how much pain you were in made him so scared. he stayed by your side as long as he could so he could somewhat make it a little less painful.

- it was really late when you finally gave birth and Porco was awake for all of it. he couldn't fall asleep without seeing you give birth. it was so beautiful to him.

- UGH HE WAS SO EMOTIONAL. you hadn't ever seen Porco cry until then and it made your heart so happy.

- he'd literally fall asleep with her in his arms <3.

- UGH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Colt Grice:

- okay this soft baby is always one to know when something feels off with you. he always has that gut feelings you know? it always bothers him until he asks you what's going on.

- you started feeling really sick and Colt being the giant baby he is, he got really scared and worried about you. he watched as you would run off to the toilet and vomit whatever you ate, he thought you had food poisoning. he noticed how exhausted you were, mans was so scared for your safety.

- like Porco, Colt is an over thinker. he legit thought you had some disease.

- one night he decided to just scoop you up and take you to the doctor. he couldn't handle watching you randomly vomit or almost pass out, he was scared one day you'd get even sicker, so he took you in.

- the doctors were concerned after hearing your symptoms, so they ran some tests. the tests revealed you were pregnant.

- Colt was shocked as shit, but he was so fucking excited and happy. he literally almost fainted from hearing the news, he wanted to have a baby with you for a pretty long time. he was open to your options though, but in the end you both agreed to keeping it.

- Colt is very reassuring, especially in this scenario. he reminds you that he will be here every step of the way and he isn't going anywhere. this is a process you'll be taking together, not just you.

- this baby will do anything he needs to do to keep you both safe. he holds your hand a little tighter when you're out and about, or he'll keep his hand on your small bump. he became protective overnight.

- he actually manages your symptoms pretty well, he'll make sure he has water ready for you after you throw up or he'll make you something to eat that'll ease your stomach. he keeps up with the weird cravings or the mood swings. Colt does a lot to make sure you're okay and comfortable.

- he is obsessed with the bump, he loves pressing kisses against it 🥺❤.

- Colt wants a boy so bad, he wants to teach the little boy everything. HE JUST LOVES THE IDEA OF A SON. after heading to your ultra sound, you told him he was getting a son and he lost it. he was so excited.

- he would probably have Falco come over and watch you 😭, yes a 12 year old. Falco keeps you entertained and he asks you about the baby a lot plus he knows what to do in case of an emergency.

- Colt would be very comforting, he understands completely how some days you can feel irritable so he tries his best to make you feel better. he'll run relaxing baths for you, kiss wherever you feel sore, etc. mans is really built to take care of you while you're pregnant.

- his family was absolutely ecstatic when they found out. Colt actually had some background knowledge about babies, his mom was pregnant with Falco after all. he kind of picked up on a few things as a kid, so expect him to know what he's doing. his mom was very supportive and helpful too.

- Colt is a damn handy man, he knows how to build a nursery. he basically told you to not worry about a damn thing and to go relax. when you came back the nursery was so pretty and adorable, you fell in love with it.

- when your water broke this man freaked the fuck out, he was in panic mode.

- Colt was freaking out at the hospital, he literally couldn't keep calm. he paced around the waiting room, Falco had to literally force this man to sit down and relax.

- seeing how much pain you were in broke his damn heart, he tried his best to calm you down and male you feel at least somewhat comfortable. he assured you this would be over soon and it'll all be worth it to see your baby.

- when you finally gave birth, he was astonished. he thought birth was such a beautiful thing and watching it made him so happy.

- he was such a sucker for this little boy, when he held him for the first time he was so overcome with emotion. he fell in love on the spot and literally kept him all to himself 😭.

- he is the perfect dad ugh.

Zeke Jaeger:

- Zeke has a serious breeding kink so you've definitely have had some pregnancy scares in the past. nothing he isn't used to, the tests usually came back negative anyway.

- you became really sick over a course of two weeks and it was extremely out of the ordinary for Zeke. he noticed how you slept in a lot longer, your eating habits changed due to your vomiting, you had to pee a lot more than usual. the #1 thing he noticed was your period had oddly been late. he thought you were you were seriously sick.

- mans was scared okay?

- that's when it dawned on him that all your symptoms were involved with pregnancy. he realized the timeline when you both had sex and when you got pregnant lined up perfectly. Zeke decided to get you a pregnancy test, he told you he felt like it was the best option.

- you took the test nervously and it eventually came back positive.

- you told Zeke and he was shocked, he was so excited for this new chapter. he was literally on board for anything you wanted to do.

- Zeke would come to every ultrasound, he assured you that he was going to be by your side for everything. he got you anything you needed, mans would rush out the damn door to get you anything you asked for.

- he takes care of you pretty much whenever he can, if you were feeling sick he'd stay in bed with you until you were feeling ready to get up. he'll cuddle up with you all day if he has to. mans is also very protective and defensive over you, if anyone is giving you some weird side eye he'll literally protect you with his damn life lmao.

- Zeke manages with your symptoms pretty well, he hates watching you throw up. he knows how uncomfortable it can be for you and he always holds your hair back, or he'll have something prepared for you to ease your stomach. he hates the mood swings the most 😭, he also hates when you get up 500 times to piss. he makes fun of you all the time.

- don't even get me started on the bump, he loves it. sometimes he'll poke it randomly and start laughing.

- Zeke wants a girl so bad. he literally loves the idea of having a daughter, but he didn't get it. you told him after your recent ultrasound you were having a boy. he was a little disappointed, but he was still happy. he gets to teach the little man how to play baseball <3.

- Pieck comes over when Zeke isn't around to check in. he is always really worried about you, so whenever he gets that gut feeling he'll send Pieck right over to make sure you're fine and that she can tell Zeke everything is cool.

- like i said earlier, he's very comforting. he knows how to take care of you especially on your bad days.

- his family is really happy for you both, his mom helped you a ton with the whole process. Zeke is a bit older so he kind of knew a bit about babies since Eren is his step-brother. he picked up on some shit when Carla was pregnant, even then his family gave you tons of advice.

- Zeke had no clue how to make a nursery, he had to call up his god damn dad for help 😭. Grisha was absolutely in for it, and he did exactly that. the two spent hours building the nursery and it came out really well.

- into pregnancy sex.

- when your water broke, holy shit it was like hell on Earth. Zeke didn't even know it popped since you were out and about when it happened.

- he actually was pretty calm, he wasn't freaking out or running around like a mad man. he was very chill and relaxed waiting for the doctors to come and let him in the delivery room.

- seeing you screaming in pain was hard for him to hear, you were struggling and there wasn't much he could do. of course he'd hold your hand and remind you that you're going to be okay, even if you screamed at him telling him to shut the hell up 😭. Zeke was like 😀.

- when you gave birth, oh wow he was so shocked seeing how a vagina can push out a baby.

- when he held his newborn son he was so happy, he almost cried but he felt so proud. he literally was in love with his son and he couldn't be happier.

- PERFECT DAD YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND.

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nothing-but-haikyuu · 3 years ago

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Black Cat & White Bunny

Reader: F Character: Tetsurõ Kuroo Rating: E Summary: Kuroo was a witch, or was it a wizard? A magic user? He wasn’t too sure what he’d call himself, but he liked his fair share of magic. And in a world where the art was dying, he was very keen on practicing as much as he could. But he wasn’t expecting was to meet a young woman, dressed in white, with a bunny familiar. Her smile dazzling, her eyes sharp and knowing and her skills unmatched. Warning: Witch AU, Magic, Breeding Kink, Cunnilingus, Riding, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Over use of the word ‘bunny’ Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

Kuroo was a witch, or was it a wizard? A magic user? He wasn’t too sure what he’d call himself, but he liked his fair share of magic. And in a world where the art was dying, he was very keen on practicing as much as he could.

But he wasn’t expecting was to meet a young woman, dressed in white, with a bunny familiar. Her smile dazzling, her eyes sharp and knowing and her skills unmatched.

And that is how the black cat witch married the white bunny witch. It was a smouldering summer evening, the city bustled and moved past sundown. The lights of the neon from the corner store under the apartment the two of your shared. The rattle of the air conditioning unit in the living room as Kuroo sat across from you at the small kitchen table with books piled high and the scratch of pen against paper.

“This isn’t going to work.” You remarked, “Using magic to boost my fertility, isn’t that again some rules?” You looked up at your husband. He pushed hair out of his face and looked back at you.

“Not that I know of, plus they’ve been using this for centuries. We’ve been trying for a year with no avail, it’s about time we did things a little out of the ordinary.”

“A child made from magic could be trouble.” You gave your husband a stern point. But he was right in a way, nothing else seemed to be working. No matter how hard you tried, you never seemed to be able to conceive. But tonight was the night, the moon was high and full, the magic was strong, and you two were determined to make a baby.

“Not anything we couldn’t handle. Plus, a baby by the two of us, would be trouble. A black cat and a white bunny, no way that kid is gonna be a saint.” He laughed before he reached out and touched your arm, “I want to be with you, baby. I want to have a family, and if a touch of magic is needed, then so be it.”

You smiled at your husband and said, “Okay.” And gripped his wrist with your other hand, “I think we’re getting close.” Before you pulled away and continued looking.

Soon enough you had a recipe for fertility. When he blended it all together, you almost gagged at the smell of it, Kuroo grimaced and put a bit of honey in it and said, “Just pinch your nose. Think of it like a tequila shot, a thick, green tequila shot.”

“If this doesn’t work-”

“I know. It’s my balls on the cutting board. Now c’mon, moon will be at its highest soon.” He patted you on the head then leaned in for a kiss on your head. He watched you down the mixture, wince and exhale deeply.

Your loving husband took your hand and led you to the bedroom. Once he got you towards the bed, he started to tug at the bottom of your t-shirt. He said, “Let’s get you more comfortable. “ His lips were at your ear, “I wanna see my witchy wife’s beautiful body before I throughly knock her up.”

“Oh shut it.” You exhaled, “You can’t just say stuff like that.” Then peeled off your t-shirt then your bra. Kuroo’s large hands were on your breasts in an instant, your nipples in between his middle and pointer fingers as he licked his lips.

“This is the good stuff.” He said, “Soon to be full of milk. I hope you let daddy get a taste.”

“I think you have a thing for pregnant women.”

“No, no. Only you, my little bunny.” He kissed the shell of your ear before he let go of you, smacked your ass and watched you sit on the bed in an attempt to wrestle your jean shorts off. He chuckled lightly at the struggle before he got down on his knees in between your legs and pulled down the shorts to your knees. Then your thin, pale blue panties. He kissed your inner thigh, not minding the bit of hair that was there. He then carefully pulled off the shorts and underwear, and tossing them over his shoulder.

“Tetsurō.” You whimpered.

“There, there.” He said lovingly, “Just relax. I’m going to take care of you, as a husband should.”

You were starting to feel the magical mixture start to take effect, you felt warm all over, your nipples were hard. You felt a slight cramp in your stomach and as the moon grew higher, you felt more aroused. It didn’t help that your husband’s head was between your legs, his wet tongue up against your slit.

“Mmm.” He said, “Beautiful. Let’s make you nice and wet.” His sharp eyes looked at you, “Let this kitty cat take care of his bunny. Eat her out like the feast she is.”

“Tetsur-”

“No, no. You’re gonna cum at least once before we get started. If it gets too much, you know what to do. I’m not stopping until I am very much planted inside of you.”

“Fuck.” You gasped as his tongue brushed against your clit. Pleasure raced up your spine and your hands found his dark hair. You combed your digits through it and gasped.

Kuroo smirked to himself. Loving how you said that word, almost breathless and out of your mind. He knew the mixture was taking effect, a few spells, some out there ingredients, all put together to get his little bunny all knocked up. He was hoping that you were going to have a whole litter by the time was done with you.

He continued to lick at your clit, two fingers were inserted inside of your wet heat and you moaned even louder while made him quite pleased with himself. He pleasured you with tongue and fingers, feeling your tightness around him. You tasted divine on his tongue, he felt you clench around his fingers as you gripped his hair.

“Tetsurõ, please. Fuck. I’m getting close.” You whined as you held onto him tighter and felt pleasure wash over you even more. It was a pleasurable feeling to be adored by your husband, especially one with such a wicked tongue.

“That’s it.” He purred, he shoved a third finger inside of you, feeling you clench, “That’s my little bunny, all hyped up on pleasure. It’s okay, cum when you need to.” Then went back to pleasuring you with his tongue, feeling your wetness on his chin.

You soon came, clutching onto his hair and arching your back as you pressed him further against you wet heat. The pleasure was too overwhelming that you squirted around his fingers, your wetness coating his entire hand by the time you started to come down from your high.

Kuroo pulled his head away and smirked, “That was just the appetizer, my little bunny.” he got back up to his feet and wiped his sticky hand against his jeans, “We’re just getting started.”

He peeled off his white tank top, letting the necklace he wore dangle on his bare skin. Soon came off his blue jeans and underwear. He licked his lips and said, “Get further up, baby. Show your husband how beautiful you look.”

You exhaled deeply and pushed hair out of your eyes before you laid fully on the bed, exposing your wet sex to him, your hard nipples, your warmed face. He couldn’t get enough of your beautiful form. This was the woman he married, with the bunny familiar, the unmatched skills and the beauty to die for..

Your breathing was still heavy as you watched him climb onto the bed and come over to you. He lazily made out with you, his face flushed with his own lust, his cock was full attention and leaking with pre-cum.

“Please, Tetsurō. Make me a mama bunny.” You reached out for him and deepened the kiss. You rolled yourself onto of him, you broke the kiss the straddle him before you went back to making out with him.

Kuroo’s hands found your hips as his cock pressed against you pussy, it was so wet, so tempting. Sweet desire between thick thighs. You were the perfect witch, the perfect wife and soon to be the perfect mother.

“Ready to start?” You asked.

“More than ever.” He smirked. He winced as you sat yourself onto his hard cock, all eight inched buried inside of your wetness. His hands dug into your hips and hi eyes rolled back as he felt your soft walls.

“Like that?” You asked playfully, you pushed hair out of your eyes once more before you braced yourself onto

“Seems like you’re getting into it.” He chuckled.

“With one mind blowing orgasm, I start to see your way of thinking. The moons is gonna be at its highest soon.” You smiled, “That gross potion better be worth it.” You said slyly, “Or I’m fucking you over and over again until I’m pregnant with triplets.”

“Oh don’t worry.” He said, his voice low and deadly, “I’m gonna be making sure of that.” And thrusted up into you. You rolled your head back and started to move your hips, your nails in the soft skin of his chest.

“Good.” You smirked as you moved. You grinded your hips against him as you rode his cock. There was nothing like having sex with your husband, he was such a good fuck. He was a loving man but left your knees jelly.

“Fuck, I love you.” He gasped.

“I love you too.” You moaned as you moved. He moved with you, a team effort to make a baby. Your little half bunny- half cat witch baby. You wondered who they would take after, but knowing Kuroo, it would be him.

You continued to make out with him, the creak of the bed, slapping skin and your wet make out filled the air. You rocked your hips back and forth. you felt the second orgasm come up on your rather quickly. Stupid potion. You managed to cum twice on his cock before he was even close to cumming. Three orgasms left you sweaty and flushed, but you kept moving back and forth on his cock.

Your bodies moved together as you rode him, heavy breathing, loud moans, Kuroo practically panting from the need to cum. You started to leave hickies on his neck, a symbol of your love for him.

“You look good marked up.” You chuckled lightly.

“Oh don’t worry, you look better. And you’ll be marked up with me pretty soon. Fuck, I’m close.” He panted.

You two continued to move, the busy outside paid no mind to your love making as the moon hit its peak, magic was at its highest and if all went well, the mixture would work in your favour.

“I can’t wait to see you knocked up. I can’t wait to breed you, you’re just so perfect. My bunny is gonna be round with child. The little bunny witch.” He reached out for your stomach and laid both hands on it, “And I’ll be the one impregnating you.” He purred.

Kuroo kept his hands on your stomach as he finally hit his pea and finished inside of you. Spurts of cum fill your deepest parts, you moans and arched your back as you felt hot heat inside of you. You clamped your legs around his hips as you felt him finish.

His eyes rolled back, a loud groan mixed with cursing passed his lips and he finished inside of you. Where it should be. When he finished, he relaxed against the bed and pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

“Oh, fuck.” He gasped.

“That was amazing.” You said as you flopped over beside him on the bed, ass up and completely nude in front of your husband. Kuroo noticed your curves, the dangle of your breasts from the angle.

He reached over and slapped your ass, “And the night isn’t over.” He moved, “I’m not done with you yet. I promise it was going to take.” He rubbed your flesh, “And I know by the time the sunrises, you’ll be very much pregnant, my little bunny.”

“Fuck.” You moaned. You knew you were going to be in for a long night.

Ten months later, you were sitting on the couch nursing your one month old daughter. She was a stunning image of her father, from even the roosterhead. But your little big of magic snuck in, in the tuft of hair that your daughter had there was a white streak. The magic of the white bunny.

You kissed your daughter on the head as you noticed Kuroo eyeing your breasts. He licked his lips and you rolled your eyes.

“When she goes to bed, Tetsurō.”

“Whatever you say, bunny. But you know this kitty wants his milk too.” He leaned in and kissed you, “And maybe we can start trying for another. This time a cat witch.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Whatever you say.” You knew you’d be handling two babies in the near future if your husband kept acting like that. He did promise multiples anyway, and who ever saw a bunny or cat with just one baby?

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actuallysaiyan · 4 years ago

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Sasuke Uchiha Spicy/N-S-F-W alphabet!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sasuke isn’t very into aftercare like some other people might be. He’ll probably just get himself cleaned up, and he’ll give you a washcloth or something like that. Afterwards, he just goes back to doing what he normally does. He might give you a sweet, little kiss and if you want to shower with him, he won’t say no. Don’t expect too much from Sasuke after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sasuke would probably say his eyes are his favorite body part. It’s kind of an obvious answer, but that doesn’t bother him one bit. His eyes have an amazing prowess and he’s not going to let anyone tell him otherwise.

On his partner, he hates to admit it, but it’s always going to be their smile. It’s warm, sunny and makes him feel wanted and loved. It’s his one weakness in a partner, and it has to do with the fact that people who love and care about him always smiled at him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

All Uchihas have a breeding kink, and that’s the hill I will die on. Sasuke definitely wants to pump you full of his cum, and he’ll definitely hope you’ll get pregnant so that he can continue his clan. He needs you to help carry on the Uchiha name, and he’s not afraid of fucking you for hours and pumping you full of cum.

As for you, he’s going to enjoy overstimulating you. Just the thought of you whimpering and whining as he fucks you over and over, making you cum for the umpteenth time...it’s just something that absolutely drives him insane.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would absolutely never admit it, but he’s interested in maybe having a threesome with you and Naruto. The idea of the two of them dominating you is something he fantasizes about more than he’d like to say so. It’s not like it’s something he’s going to beg you or Naruto to do, but if the situation were to arise...well, let’s just say he wouldn’t say no.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sasuke isn’t experienced, but he is quite the prodigy with almost everything else. He’s very naturally talented at so many things and he enjoys practicing and training until he gets insanely good at something. So, he’s definitely going to know what’s going on before he even gets to try it. He’s just that good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This is a toss up between cowgirl or the mating press. The man wants to fuck many babies into you, but he also enjoys watching you ride him like crazy. Just seeing you bounce up and down on his cock, he’s going to be watching you with intent.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sasuke is hardly ever goofy or humorous, but he might make a dirty joke. It comes out very sarcastically, but it’s very sexy when it’s coming from him. He’s very serious about sex and life. You won’t see him joking around much, but he may crack a smile from time to time while having sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sasuke is clean-shaven down there. He doesn’t like the way it feels when he has sex, and he also doesn’t have a whole lot of body hair. The body hair he does have is very dark, and so the carpet definitely matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sasuke is very serious during the moment, and sometimes he can be very sweet and caring. Most of the time, he treats you a little bit like a sex slave that’s basically an incubator for his children...which is something you both agreed to when you got into the relationship. He will show you he cares often, but it’s not always what you need to hear or what you need to see. Sasuke has a hard time being romantic, but he does try as best as he can.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This isn’t something he does that often, but if you aren’t around and the mood strikes him, he’ll find a nice quiet place to do this. It’s just not his favorite thing to do, as he’d rather be doing the act itself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

What kinks does he not have? ^^’ He loves creampies, breeding kink, tying you up, BDSM...the list goes on and on. He very much enjoys dominating you and showing you a very good time. One of his all-time favorite kinks is overstimulation, in which you are just a moaning and whimpering mess beneath him and you’ve drenched him in your own cum.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sasuke prefers doing it on the bed, but he’s not against doing it in other places. He enjoys taking you on almost any surface that he can, and he’s not opposed to having semi-public sex. It makes him so aroused to have the risk of almost getting caught by passersby. It’s something that really fuels him on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As stated above, Sasuke likes being fueled on by being almost caught by someone. He also will get so turned on if you whisper in his ear...but something that really gets him going is if you show him lots of affection. He likes to pretend he hates it, but in reality, nothing turns him on more than you showing him how much you truly love him. It makes his heart race!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sasuke is pretty much into almost anything, but he does like to have your consent before trying anything new. He doesn’t seem the type to want that, but he is that kind of guy. If it doesn’t fly with you, it’s not going to happen. He loves you and cherishes you, so he needs to make sure you’re enjoying yourself as well.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ohhhh Sasuke absolutely adores oral. He actually loves giving it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like receiving it. If you get on your knees in front of him and start sucking him off, he’s going to basically crumble in your hands and turn into putty. If you look up at him with your doe eyes as you deep throat him, he might actually cum right then and there.

As for giving, he enjoys licking and sucking you until you cum all over his face and chest. He’ll keep stimulating you until you’re basically fighting him off of you. It’s just something that he enjoys, and if you whine and whimper, it adds to the whole act of course.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sasuke loves being rough but also teasingly slow. He loves switching it up on you, and he doesn’t hesititate to switch up the pace during sex. Seeing you gasp in surprise or moan in confusion if he tries to change the pace on you. It’s always surprising, but you absolutely adore it. It’s something you admire about Sasuke, and it never gets old.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sasuke enjoys quickies and if it’s all he has time for, he won’t say no to them at all. It’s actually one of his preferred methods of having sex. Having you bent over a desk, a sink or even in some crummy bar bathroom, he’s going to take you to pound town ;) He loves how aroused you get quickly for him, and it spurs him on.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sasuke gets motivated to fuck by the idea of taking risks with sex. Whether it be getting caught or getting you pregnant, it drives him crazy. He will be consumed by lust if you let him take risks during sex. He loves to finger you while other people are around or even using a pair of vibrating panties on you while you’re in public.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sasuke can go for quite a few rounds and his refractory period is AMAZING. This man can fuck for hours and make you cum so much, and he’s barely broken a sweat. This is how he enjoys fucking you anyways.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sasuke has tons of toys, for the both of you. He likes to get off by having a vibrator strapped to his cock, while he presses a vibrator to your clit. He’s not opposed to toys and it’s actually one of his favorite ways to get off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sasuke adores to tease you. If you whine and whimper, he will call you a brat and pull away from you. Sometimes, he likes to tie you up and tease you for hours. Hearing you beg for him to do something is like music to his ears. It doesn’t get old and he’s not going to stop doing it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sasuke loves it if you’re loud, but he’s not overly loud himself. He will make little noises to let you know he’s enjoying himself, and he’ll curse and swear if it feels really good, but he’s not super loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sasuke likes to be babied if he’s not feeling well. He’ll come seek you out and ask you to play with his hair and make his favorite food. He may seem like a completely independent person, but he does need love and affection most of the time. He’s just not going to show it always.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sasuke has a big dick. All Uchiha men have big dicks. It’s curved a little and the girth is amazing, but the length is where it’s at. He’s a good 8.5 inches ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sasuke has a high sex drive, but it doesn’t distract him from his everyday life unless he absolutely lets it. It’s something he enjoys doing with you a lot, but he’s not going to drop his passions to have sex whenever he can. He likes to plan out his sex with you, or be spontaneous when you least expect it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to watch you sleep after sex. It soothes him to watch you cling to him, telling him you love him and then you drift off to sleep. It’s one of the only times he gets true peace in his heart...so it takes a little while for him to fall asleep.

#writing #not requested #spicy alphabet #spicy alphabet sasuke #sexy alphabet #sexy alphabet sasuke #ns*w alphabet #sasuke uchiha #sasuke uchiha x you #sasuke uchiha x y/n #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke x you #sasuke x y/n #sasuke x reader #naruto #naruto lemon #naruto smut #sasuke smut #sasuke uchiha smut

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hoedorokishoto · 3 years ago

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MHA Characters when you are pregnant/Dads.

Dedicated to my very best friend who is having a hard time at the moment, and I thought some headcannons of dilf my hero characters would cheer her up.

Eijiro Kirishima

The cryer.

Crys when you are having sex to get pregnant, crys when the test is positive, crys while you are vomiting in the toilet and crys when your jeans stop fitting because of your bump.

Assures you that crying is manly and sticks by that.

Fusses over you as soon as you find out, even putting foam bumpers on tables and corners so you do not hurt yourself or your growing bump.

Is so excited to tell his friends. Calling Bakugo immediately after finding out, the pee was still warm on the stick as he dialed.

Yelled into the phone with just random words that had something to do with babies. No actual sentences.

Watches in awe of your body and how it changes. Loves all the stretch marks that you may grow.

Thinks growing a human is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done. Constantly asking weird anatomy related questions.

On that note says things like, “Babe, can you believe my cum helped make this tiny human growing in your stomach!”

As your due date gets closer, watches you like a hawk. Any slight noise you make, makes him thinks it go time. Already at the door with your bags and your just like “I literally yawned.”

When you do go into labour, he is right there next to you. Holding you close as he sits behind you, holding your legs back, your head rolled back and rested against his shoulder.

“You are doing amazing baby.” “God, I fucking love you.” “You are already the best mum in the whole world.”

Crys as soon as your baby is born, crys with you as he leans his head on your shoulder and watches you and your baby have skin to skin.

You wake up to him holding your only hours old baby. Whispering to them how much he loves them and nothing bad is ever going to happen to them and that they are the best thing he has ever done.

Katsuki Bakugo

Gloats when you tell him you are pregnant. “Of course you got pregnant the first time, I’m the best.”

Even though he leaves the room with the biggest goofiest smile on his face.

The night you both find out he starts sleeping with his arm around you and his hand firmly cradling your stomach.

Wakes up before you every morning and makes you food, then hold your hair back as you vomit said food into the toilet.

Complains to no end. But never leaves your side and rubs your back as he puts a cold washer on your forehead. Wiping vomit and spit away from your face.

“We have to tell that old hag! She has been bugging us about having a brat since our first date.” He would say even though he is beyond excited to finally tell his parents.

“I’ve never been more excited! I knew you had it in ya!” This leads to dinner being over and the two blonds yelling back and forth.

Masaru just sits next to you and offers you some tea as his wife and son bicker. Both of you used to it by now.

You tell all his friends eventually. “Congratulation Kacchan!” “Shut up Deku, don’t talk too loud around my unborn child. I don’t want them to catch being a loser!” Even though you see the small hug he accepts out of the corner of your eye.

Keep his phone close to him regardless of what he is doing. Does not want to miss any videos or picture you might send of you bump. Or in case something happens.

Always brings home snacks that you crave. From gummy bears to celery. You name it he buys it. Again he complains and pretends you annoy him but he would do absolutely anything for you.

Wakes you up unintentionally in the middle of the night by spontaneously putting baby furniture together. Pre parental panic finally hitting him as he hammers different pieces of wood together.

“Tsuki? Are you gonna come to bed?”

“I can’t! I’ve got to get this together and then I’ve got to fireproof everything in case the kid gets my quirk and then……”

“Fireproof? You think it’s just gonna blast its way out of me and already have a quirk?” You laughed.

He smiles, finally calming down. Then gets mad again and says not to make fun of him.

Your due date finally comes and still nothing. Even after eating multiple pineapples, bouncing on many exercise balls and having as much sex as you could manage there was still no baby.

10 days later your water breaks and you rush to the hospital.

The baby getting stuck on the way down. Being as stubborn as their father.

You had to be rushed for a C-section. Katsuki never leaving your side. Refusing to go anywhere even as they prepped you.

He looks very good in scrubs.

He stroked your face as he sat next to your head, the large curtain covering anything too gory from both of you.

Flinches when he hears the first cry, looks into your eyes and presses his forehead against yours.

“You did it Teddy bear. You are so fucking tough.”

Let’s a tear slip as he watches the baby get weighted.

Cuts the cord and watched the tiny little human you have made in awe.

He always though he was born to be a hero. Now he thinks he was put here to do this, be the best dad that he can be for his little brat.

Shota Aizawa

Being a dad falls into his lap accidently both times.

First with Eri and second with your 2-year-old daughter.

You met in the girl’s section of a clothing store, him holding up 2 equally as ugly sweaters and looking very confused.

You and your daughter walked up to him and offered him a hand and the rest is history.

Doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have 3 girls that he adores more than anyone else.

Can’t comprehend that anyone would want to treat you or your daughter badly and makes it his mission to treat you right every single day, so you forget all about the past.

Activates his quirk, his hair floating around his face and watches your daughter yell and laugh as she runs around and gets caught up in his capture scarf, Shota just catching her before she hits the floor.

Let’s both the girl’s braid and put bows in his long hair and blush on his cheeks.

You have photos but have been threatened that if anyone sees them, he will have to take drastic action.

Loves watching Eri and your daughter play together. Singing songs and hugging each other as you dance around the living room.

Takes the girls to U.A. to meet his students. All the students cooing over them, saying how cute they are. Midoriya making both of them candy apples as Mirio picks you both up and puts you on his shoulders.

You both fit it. It’s like you were the missing piece and now he is whole.

Starts to think that maybe it’s a good time to give the girls a sibling.

You agree but, in the meantime, you adopt 2 cats, both of them making themselves at home rather quickly.

Shota will forever be thankful that he picked up those 2 ugly sweaters as he looks at his bed which is currently occupied by his 2 daughters, 2 cats and you. Lightly snoring, small hand over your swollen stomach.

#shota aizawa #katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #mha #bnha #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #aizawa x reader #mha x reader

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clareguilty · 3 years ago

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A Stormy Endeavor

Read it here on the AO3

Endeavor/reader (reader is gender neutral but has a coochie)

Rating: 18+ ONLY Explicit | breeding(no pregnant only breed), rough sex, squirting, it's smut babey

Word count: ~2200

Disclaimer: i do not watch this show or read the manga i am only writing this because 2 people in particular made me very horny for this character. I know he's a shithead but he's buff and i know he has a monster can sized peepee

The sound of the key in the front door had you flying from the kitchen. Enji had barely set his bags down inside when you flung your arms around his middle. His coat was damp from the downpour outside, but you didn’t care.

"You're home," you murmured, squeezing him tight.

"I missed you," he kissed your hair.

"Do you want dinner? I can heat you up a plate." You had already eaten at a more appropriate supper time earlier in the evening, but you had made sure to have plenty of leftovers for when Enji eventually got home. It was now past 10pm, but you wanted to make sure Enji ate something.

“I already ate. Thanks.” He shrugged off his coat and hung it in the closet. You moved his bags to the bedroom to be unpacked later. On your way to the kitchen to put away leftovers, you pulled down Enji’s favorite bottle of liquor from the shelf and a glass. You set the bottle on the side table and went to get some ice and clear the food away.

When you returned to the living room with the glass of ice, you found Enji leaned back in his massive armchair with the open bottle in his hand. He had removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, laying back in the chair with his eyes closed and listening to the storm outside. He was tense -- he was always tense -- but it felt so right to have him home again. You couldn’t wait to sleep beside him again. Safe from the wind and the rain.

You used to love thunderstorms before moving in with Enji. The soothing roar of the thunder and the sound of the rain on the roof. It lulled you to sleep at night and made for cozy afternoons with a pot of tea and soft music.

But in Enji’s luxurious penthouse apartment with glass walls, sprawled at the top of a skyscraper, the storm made you nervous. It was late at night and raining so hard you couldn’t even see the lights of the city through the storm. Every clap of thunder seemed to shake the whole building, and you had been anxious all evening.

It was silly, you knew. Enji had lived here long before the two of you got married, and no storm had ever so much as caused a leak. But you had only been married a few months, and you were still getting used to being alone in the massive apartment while your husband was away on business trips.

“I brought ice- if you want it.” You sat the glass down, sitting on the couch and watching as Enji took another pull from the bottle before pouring some liquor over the ice.

Lightning flashed outside the window, briefly illuminating the city skyline, and you braced yourself.

The boom of the thunder still made you jump slightly, and you flushed as Enji glanced your way. “I’ll go unpack your bags.” You excused yourself and hopped up from the couch. The sleek and modern bathroom was one of the only rooms without floor to ceiling windows, and you fully intended to wait out the worst of the storm by rearranging the medicine cabinet for the third time this week.

Another roll of thunder had you tensing as you made your way to the bedroom. You swore you felt the damn building shake. The rain slammed against the glass even harder, and the wind howled louder than you had ever thought possible.

You jumped for real as warm arms wrapped around you. “Are you scared?” Enji asked with a low chuckle.

“I’m just… not used to the storms,” you said. “It’s different all the way up here.”

“Weather says it’s been like this for a few days now,” he murmured. His shoulders slackened as he pulled you against his chest. He had been gone for over a week, leaving you alone in this massive and expensively decorated apartment with all its windows and black granite and modern cabinetry.

“I’ve been hiding in the bathroom,” you admitted, cheeks hot with shame.

“No more of that.” You could tell he was smiling. “I’ve got you.” He pulled you back to his chair and into his lap. You grabbed his glass and took a generous sip. The booze would help with your nerves at least. Curling against his shoulder, you let your fingers trail over his exposed chest.

When the next clap of thunder startled you, Enji leaned in to kiss you. His hands found your ass, squeezing and kneading as he held you in place. You kissed him until you were both breathless, pressing your forehead to his as you giggled and panted. You had missed him so much, and he had a way of making everything else disappear when he held you close.

“You’re not too tired, are you?” you asked, kissing along his jaw and down his neck.

Always a man of few words, Enji responded by pulling your legs over his thighs so you were straddling him properly and dragging your hips to his. He was hard in his slacks.

“Let me take care of you,” you gasped, rocking down against him to feel the heat against you. You were in nothing but a soft sleep shirt and thin shorts, and you could feel every twitch of his cock. You reached down to get his pants open and free his cock. He moaned against your lips as you wrapped your fingers around him. You moved to climb off him, to kneel between his legs, but you were surprised when he held you in place.

“Need to fuck you,” he growled. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tight as he grabbed your thighs and stood. He managed to make it to the bedroom despite your kisses and whispers of how much you needed him.

You fell back onto the bed, shoving your shorts off and pulling your shirt over your head as Enji stepped out of his slacks and shirt. He pinned you beneath him, kissing you with a heat and hunger he rarely showed. You raked your nails over his shoulders and down his arms as he shoved your thighs apart with his knees.

“I’m gonna fill you so good,” he said, “-felt like a damn idiot jerking off in the hotel showers. Just wanted to breed you.”

You rocked your hips at his words. You wanted nothing more than to feel Enji inside of you, his weight and strength and heat. He always left you sated and filled. The past few days, alone in bed and terrified of the storms, all you wanted was your husband.

“Enji…” you moaned. “Please.”

He smirked at your begging and ran a hand up your thigh. His fingers stroked your entrance, and you arched into the touch. He wasted no time, pressing two fingers inside of you and fucking you hard.

You cried out, fingers digging into the expensive silk sheets as Enji curled his fingers and swiped his thumb over your clit. It was a lot of stimulation very fast, and you squeezed your thighs around Enji’s hips as he fingered you.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be rough in bed, and you loved it. His bruising grip and biting kisses and ruthless fucking were something you adored and cherished. You had just expected him to be tired and stressed after his business trip, fully intending to suck him off and rub his shoulders before calling it an early night.

The heat in his eyes was unexpected as he kissed his way down your chest. He never slowed the pace of his fingers. You couldn’t do much more than lay back and take it, eyes rolling back as choked off moans of his name escaped your lips. You were going to come remarkably quickly, a strange and intense feeling twisting inside you as he pressed your thighs apart and lifted your hips for a better angle.

“Fuck! Enji!” you whined. “Please, I’m so close.”

He smiled as he nipped bites across your chest, kissing his way up your neck to capture your lips. “Come for me,” he breathed.

It was only a few more seconds before you toppled over the edge into one of the most powerful orgasms of your life. Your pussy clenched around his thick fingers, and you shook and arched beneath him, accidentally biting his lip when he continued to stroke your clit. Your thighs were shaking and felt way too warm and sticky.

You collapsed back onto the bed, only to recoil when you realized the sheets were soaked.

“What the…” you tried to scramble up, frustrated when your body refused to cooperate.

Enji was grinning, and you watched him bring his dripping fingers to his lips, licking the taste of you off of his knuckles.

His cock was hard and dripping, and you knew he was still going to fuck you after the mind blowing orgasm he just put you through.

You didn’t get the chance to move, he pinned you back beneath him, one hand sliding beneath your hips and lifting you so he could grind against your dripping pussy. You had always loved his strength, how he could lift you and carry you with ease. He held your hips even with his, head tipping back and eyes fluttering shut as his cock slid against you.

You were absolutely soaked and smeared with precum. He slid into you slowly, a loud moan ripping from his chest as you squeezed around him. His cock was huge and thick, and he loved the way you could take all of him.

With the way he was holding you, shoulders heavy into the sheets and hips raised high, you could feel every inch of him as he pressed inside of you. You shuddered as he filled you, gasping as your pussy clenched and gushed, soaking his length.

“Fuck,” he groaned at the feeling and slammed the rest of the way inside of you. You could feel him so deep, stretching you open as he rocked his hips inside you.

You were sensitive and at his mercy. He squeezed his eyes shut, jaw tightening as he got used to the feeling of you around him.

“Please,” you breathed, “move, please.”

It was all the encouragement he needed. Enji began fucking you just as hard as before, but now he was splitting you open on his cock, fingers digging into your hips hard enough you were sure to have two massive handprints on your skin tomorrow.

You wanted to be able to hold him, to touch him, but there wasn’t much more you could do than cling to the sheets for dear life. He lifted one of your legs, placing your ankle on his shoulder, somehow managing to fuck you even deeper.

“Fuck!” you screamed. You didn’t think it would be possible, but you came again, soaking Enji’s hips and stomach. You were pretty sure you accidentally kicked him in the face, but he didn’t even react and kept fucking you just as hard as before.

He had his bottom lip drawn between his teeth, eyes closed, breathing hard, and sweat evaporating off of his skin. He let out a heavy breath, and you prayed the smoke detector wouldn’t go off.

“I’m close,” he growled. “Gonna fill you up good- breed you. Take it all for me.”

You could do nothing but nod breathlessly. Enji bottomed out inside of you, grinding against you as his cock swelled and pulsed. It was so warm inside you, filling you beyond what you thought possible. You wondered if it was a part of his quirk- the heat, a pleasant warmth as he claimed you.

He let out a heaving breath, not even aware of the flames that licked over his skin for half a second. Another moment, and he leaned into you. His full weight settled on top of you, and you wheezed. He was still buried inside of you, mostly hard and occasionally rutting against your hips, keeping that warmth deep inside.

“Enji,” you gasped, weakly pushing at his chest. He turned to nuzzle into your neck, ignoring your protests. “Can’t breathe.”

He glanced up, blinking and shaking his head slightly. “Oh, sorry.” He rolled to the side, reluctant to pull away from you. You let out an embarrassing sound as his cock slipped out of you, thighs shaking from exhaustion.

“That was… surprising,” you managed.

He nodded, eyes closed and fingers laced behind his head. “If I weren’t so tired I would probably try and go again.”

You let out a loud, guffawing laugh. “No you wouldn’t. You’re on your own for the rest of the night.” You couldn’t take any more. You knew it.

“I could change your mind,” Enji smirked, not even looking your way.

“You ruined the sheets,” you whined, eyeing the rather impressive damp spot.

“That was all you,” he corrected. “Fuck, it was so hot.”

You hid your face in your hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”

Enji pried your wrists away, kissing your forehead. “Don’t be. I’m going to be taking full advantage.” He ran a thumb over your cheek. His other hand rubbed over your stomach, and you smacked it away when he tried to slip it between your thighs again.

“Quit that.”

“What if I run you a bath?” he offered. “I’ll change the sheets.”

“You’re getting in with me?” you asked.

“Of course,” he kissed you and climbed out of bed towards the bathroom.

#my hero fanfic #my hero academia #bnha smut #bnha #todoroki enji #endeavor #endeavor/reader #endeavor x reader #mha enji #enji x reader #enji/reader #enji todoroki #smut #lemons #endeavor smut

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