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Teach Me How to Pray - Priest!Jasper Hale (smut)

Sundays are for priest fics. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader starts working for young, handsome priest Hale, a relationship that soon begins to turn into something rather sinful

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), sex in a church, heavy degrading, religious connotations

Pairing: Priest!Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.4k words)

The sound of her shoes meeting the cold ground echoed through the church, eyes set on the colourful windows. It was late in the morning, the church was empty, no living soul could be found, exactly what (y/n) had been hoping for. She hadn’t visited the church in months, perhaps even years, not daring to set foot into the blessed home she had no ties to, and yet it was her desperation that forced her to enter this very day.

It had been weeks since (y/n) had lost her job, struggling to find a new place to work for, at least till the day she had run into priest Hale, the young man all women of Forks seemed to fawn over. Within minutes he had offered her the currently empty position of his assistant, needing somebody to take over the bureaucratic aspects, helping him prepare his services, a perfect job for (y/n).

“Hello? Priest Hale?” Her voice echoed through the church, waiting for his reply, wondering where he was hiding. It took the man a good minute to appear, dressed in his black suit, white collar tightly wrapped around his throat, adding a few inches to his height. His golden eyes met hers from afar, and with a smirk tugging on his lips he greeted her, pulling the wide eyed woman in for a loving hug.

“(Y/n), it’s good to see you. Come, we’ve got lots to do today.” With his hand placed on her lower back, the priest guided her through the church, down a hallway to his office. Her heart was racing in her chest, pumping red blood reminding one of the drops that had poured from Jesus' hands as he had been nailed against the cross, sacrificed for those that believed in the words he had spoken.

“Do you want something to drink before we start?” She could only murmur a soft “Water, please”, unable to speak up. Her thoughts kept circling around the priest, a man so handsome she couldn’t help but wonder if somebody was waiting for him at home, a man with an aura so dark she couldn’t help but shudder whenever he was near. Sinful thoughts kept pushing her further into her obsession, a trap she couldn’t escape from, bound to the man that held too much power over her and her body. “I’m very happy you’re willing to help me out, it’s highly appreciated, darlin’.”

With trembling hands she took the glass of water from his outstretched hand, shooting him a quick smile before she took a sip. The priest started talking about their tasks, trying to give her the in-depth look she’d need to grasp the details, and yet (y/n) barely paid any attention to his words. Something about him kept pulling her in, mind painting a vivid picture of (y/n) kneeling in front of him, eyes staring up at him with wide eyes, lips parted for him and his cock.

“Here, please do me the favour and look through this list of prayers, highlight the ones you find the most fitting for the service tonight.” The priest watched her reach for the list, sitting down in the empty chair he had been pointing towards. Heat flushed through her, feeling his eyes on her body, taking in every part of the skin she exposed to his wandering eyes. (Y/n) had a hard time concentrating, rereading the prayers over and over again, unsure which ones to pick.

“It’s been a while since you’ve prayed, hasn’t it?” Priest Hale was sitting in his office chair, leaned back with his arms crossed in front of his chest. A cross was dangling from his neck, perfectly pressed against the fabric of his black shirt, momentarily drawing her gaze from his features. A nod was shot his way, trying to defend herself, and yet (y/n) didn’t get far, interrupted by his laugh. “That’s alright, I mean I’ve never seen you visit the church once, I knew what we’d be getting into here. But I can always teach you how to pray, if that’s what you want.”

…

“The wine?” Priest Hale watched (y/n) with golden eyes, she was reaching out the things he was asking for, helping the man prepare for his upcoming service. It had been days since her first day at the church, by now the two had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. Even though the priest gave (y/n) more room to breathe, putting his trust in the woman, she felt as if the calling of her heart had only gotten louder, begging the man to do something about the tension between them.

“Here, anything else?” Their hands met, cold hands pressed against hers as if two oceans were meeting, clashing together with the clouds above guiding them, needing to pick up on the water that would help flowers to grow. For a few seconds they were surrounded by silence, a silence interrupted by the gasp rolling off (y/n)’s tongue, not expecting the man to take her hand, pulling her closer. Her heart was racing, breath hitched in her chest, unable to keep on breathing.

“Will you join us today, darlin’?” For the past days (y/n) had left the church before the service could start, very well aware of the way she kept staring at him at any given chance, not wanting to make a fool out of herself. She swallowed, trying to find the right words, and yet she could only shake her head. “C’mon, it’ll be alright, it’d be nice to have you around for a bit longer, don’t like seeing you run from me as soon as five pm comes around.”

His chuckles had an addicting effect on (y/n), forcing a laugh out of her. She had her gaze averted, not daring to look into his eyes, not trusting herself with him staring this close. His hand moved from her waist to her chin, gently tilting her head up, eyes wandering over her features, sparing more attention to her lips. A small “Okay” left her, eyes finding his to watch a smile widen on his pale lips, letting go of her with a satisfied hum.

It felt like she could finally breathe again, forced to hold her breath around the man before she’d give into the sinful calling, searching his lips with hers. (Y/n) chased the distance between them the second the priest turned from her, walking down the hallway to open the heavy doors, welcoming those in that were already waiting for him.

(Y/n) decided to stick to the back, one with the darkness lingering in this very part of the church, allowing her thoughts to run wild, once again forcing (y/n) to press her thighs together, trying to distract herself from the arousal thumping through her veins, needing to feel the priest pressed against her frame. Fuck, the mere thought of feeling his lips pressed against hers, wandering down to her aching heat, left (y/n) panting. She couldn’t concentrate on him nor on his words, not even picking up on the last prayer he spoke, ending the service with a proud smile tugging on his lips.

It took the man a few minutes to find her, sitting down next to (y/n) on the church bench with a sigh leaving him, “So, how was I?”

“Good, I think?” Both laughed in unison, momentarily clinging to the silence that wrapped itself around them, lulling them into a false sense of security. “Teach me how to do it, I think I should know at least something about praying.”

The priest studied her for a moment before he rose from the bench, hand stretched out for (y/n) to take. He guided her back up towards the altar, coming to a halt in front of it, “Kneel.”

It was a simple command, a command her mind couldn’t help but interpret the wrong way, pushing a clashing wave of excitement through her. Priest Hale towered over (y/n) as she sunk down on the step leading up to the altar, eyes staring up at him. He didn’t speak up, at least not for a few moments, gaze not daring to waver, eyes connected to hers, “I don’t think I can teach you how to pray, the darkness has infested your mind. I see the way you look at me, it’s a dangerous game you can’t win, darlin’. You may have succeeded with pulling me into your trap, but the darkness within me is richer than yours will ever be.”

“What does that mean?” Her whispers left the man chuckling, shaking his head as if he was making fun of her, calling her stupid for asking the wrong questions.

“It means that tonight I will be one guiding your darkness, and you will follow the calling.” Arousal dripped from her tightness, soaking through her panties, soon it’d run down her thighs, leaving its stain on the carpet she was kneeling on. Her dress did little to cover her, unable to give her the comfort she was desperate for, trying to hide from the man that no longer spoke with a soft voice, one with the Devil himself. “Kiss my shoes.”

(Y/n) froze, staring up at him as if she was waiting for him to break out into a fit of laughter, joking with the trembling woman. But he didn’t break, neither did his emotionless features, and so (y/n) gave in, pressing her lips against the clean black shoes. She kissed each once, shaking like a leaf dancing in the cold October air, guided by a higher force.

“Tonight you're mine, you will follow my commands, and you will thank me for them. And only then I’ll be able to teach you the ways of the church, do you understand?” (Y/n) choked on the “I do” clawing through her, ignoring the burning in her knees, not used to kneeling for this long, wondering what he was planning on doing with her. All she could do was watch his pale hands wander to his belt, undoing the buckle before he nodded at her, wordlessly asking her to free his hardening cock.

She was greedy for him, pulling his cock free with a gasp leaving her. The man smirked down on her, watching her with curious eyes, hoping that she’d give in and wrap her lips around him. (Y/n) spat onto his tip, forcing him into her mouth as her eyes fluttered close, feeling him rest on her tongue. The bobbing of her head was guided by his hand, ringed fingers tugging on her roots, forcing tears to rise in her eyes.

His cock twitched in her mouth, groans left the man as her tongue traced his vein leading up to his tip, one with the movements of her mouth. The sounds she made vibrated on his cock, pushing the man further towards his breaking point. Saliva dripped from her lips as if she was feasting from his body and soul, blemishing the sacred halls.

With every bobbing movement, she felt him graze the back of her throat, pushing tears down her warm cheeks, dripping like the rain Elijah had stopped, following the Lord’s call. But the two of them weren’t following the call of light, no, they were moving further into the shadows that knew nothing but the Devil’s name.

The priest stared down on her with darkening eyes, pulling her off his cock without a warning, watching a string of saliva connect his tip and her mouth, snapped by the force he used to bring (y/n) to her feet. No further words were spoken as she was turned towards the altar, front pressed against the heavy wood.

“You've made a mess, look at you, dripping for your priest. You’ll now take my cock like the greedy whore you are, and you’ll thank me for it.” His voice grew raspy, deeper than before, sending shudders down her spine. She felt him push into her from behind, forcing her walls apart, coating his cock with her arousal.

Her moans echoed through the church, loud as if an angels choir was singing for their Lord, but (y/n) was praising another lord. The priest fucked her from behind, hips bruised by the ferocious speed that pushed her skin against the wood of the altar with every movement. He showed no mercy, fucking her to reach his high, very well aware of the way she clenched her walls around him, finding pride in the power he held over her.

(Y/n) felt her blood rushing through her veins, singing in her ears as if the end was near, betokening the cruel fall that would follow the high she was about to live through. Her hands tightened their grip on the edge of the table, needing to grip something to stabilise herself as the man kept fucking her.

His fingertips buried themselves in the skin of her hips as her orgasm clashed through her, choking on his name, unable to hold back her moans. The priest kept snapping his hips against hers, forcing his cock deeper into her tightness before he pulled out to release himself on her behind.

She was heavily panting, unable to rip herself from the trance he had pushed her into, needing to be pulled against his chest with a deep breath finally released from her aching lungs. For a few seconds neither of them spoke up, reliving the past moments in their minds before he parted from her – just enough to take in her features, lips finding hers before a lone syllable could leave her.

The kiss wasn’t rushed nor fuelled by the daunting words he had spoken, it carried more emotions than either one of them could put into words, guided by their longings. And with a smile tugging on her lips, (y/n) finally dared to look up on him, “I think I need a few more lessons before I finally understand how to pray.”

#Jasper Hale smut #priest fics #Jasper Hale imagine #twilight

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averseunhinged · 10 months ago

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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌 :)

ilu, ella! you're cool and nice and you should probs know that i've prev screenshotted your translated class notes for my own further investigation. you're like a history stuff influencer.

here is a thing from further on in i never said i had the answer i thought you might enjoy! it's v rough and idk what the final form of it will be b/c there's a giant chunk of s4, plus boring new orleans supernatural politics, left to go before this, but it involves my favorite pet theories about the elena + caroline + bonnie friendship.

“You got into Yale?” Elena questioned with a little laugh, dripping in disbelief.

“I had the highest GPA in our graduating class,” Caroline scoffed and crossed her arms, leaning her weight back on one hip. “I got a 2130 on my SATs in one try. Yeah. I got into Yale.”

“Because you’re organized and you obsess over stuff. Not because—”

“Whoa, Elena,” Bonnie protested off to the side.

“Not because I’m intelligent or hardworking? Or because I dedicated myself to cheerleading and student council and spent most of my spare time doing civic activities and community service, because I wanted to be the most attractive candidate to every school I applied to?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Elena insisted, squeezing her hands into fists and pressing them into her stomach, like she always had when she argued with Caroline before turning sucked out her personality and replaced it with Damon’s.

“Of course, that’s what you meant. Because I’m just bitchy, bimbo Caroline, right? Nothing else to see here, right?”

A petite, delicate hand inserted itself between their faces. “Absolutely not,” Bonnie demanded. “You are not doing this to me. I refuse to relive the freshman year fights.”

“Freshman year fights?” Stefan asked, heroically latching onto the attempt to defuse the two women.

“Caroline makes varsity cheer squad freshman year, so Elena goes on a date with Caroline’s crush. Caroline embarrasses Elena in front of said crush and he doesn’t ask her out again. Elena tells the sheriff about the college guy hitting on Caroline, so she gets grounded.” Bonnie flopped onto the sofa next to Stefan. “Why does Elena look better in low rise jeans than I do? Why is Caroline’s hair always shinier than mine? I love you both very much, but I swear I’ll figure out a way to dagger you like Mikaelsons if the alternative is living with that for the rest of my life.”

The room was quiet for a moment, until Damon loudly slurped Liz’s Maker’s Mark. Caroline rattled a disgusted noise deep in her throat when he responded to her disapproving glare with a toasting glass and a show of settling more comfortably into his chair, like he was ready to be entertained.

“I thought we were all going to Whitmore together,” Elena finally said.

Caroline took a steadying breath and tried to shake off her defensiveness. Forced herself to uncross her arms and roll the tension out of her shoulders. She explained, “We were! Yale was just a last minute whim, because they have this specific interdisciplinary Classics program, and I didn’t know when I applied, but the head of the department is a vampire, so when I said I wanted to minor in finance, too, it raised some flags,” she paused and then burst out in a quick rush of justification, “and I might have used a passage I translated out of an old journal in Grams’ collection as an example of the work I was interested in doing. I didn’t think it had anything obviously witchy, but it rang more bells.”

“Jesus, Barbie,” Damon groaned.

“Well, I know it was dangerous, now,” Caroline stopped and thought, frowning. “Mostly because they recognized my last name and universities have problems with hunters infiltrating the student population with their kids. They waitlisted me while they investigated, but I really am a vampire. So, they didn’t have to kill me and everyone I know. Crisis averted. Everything’s fine.”

#awkwardly dragging in a dead rat as a gift for being awesome #pre-canon elena was as much of a cheerleading mean girl as caroline #and bonnie had to mediate about things she didn't understand the point of caring about #but then elena's parents died and caroline couldn't execute a friendship pivot quite as quickly as bonnie was able to #and that's the dynamic in s1 #also researching the sats in the early 2010s made my brain bleed #and i should apologize to my siblings for not understanding what a huge pita it was to graduate high school 2006-2016 #24/7 sylvia plath #i never said i had the answer #canon divergence as an extreme sport

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idkyouyet23 · 6 months ago

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‘On My Mind’

~ a LITG Max fanfic ~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Chapter Seven - Let The Games Begin

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌:

Just a quick chapter as I was excited to update this story, I hope that you’re all enjoying this story so far and I’d love to hear your thoughts & feedback in the comments, so don’t be afraid to say anything!!

I love you all 🫂❤️‍🩹

~Jess

You can read it below or on AO3,

whatever you like :)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

After I get dressed in my light blue bikini, I go back into the bedroom, where Max should be.

I look around to see everyone else beginning to wake up, Sienna notices that Max isn’t with me so she gives me a smug look

‘Aww has Max ran off already Jasmine?’,

I laugh it off

‘I hope no, I’d be fairly unlucky if he has’

‘Max would be a fool to do that,

although then you could get with me’,

Bea glances over at me while biting her lip

‘I’ll take you up on that offer if he doesn’t come back’, Liam rises up

‘Wait Jasmine is your name, since when?’

‘Since my birth Liam but I’ve always preferred Jazzy so that’s what most people call me’, I announce

‘Jasmine is a pretty name but I definitely think that Jazzy suits you better’,

Emel grins at me

‘Yeah I think so too, but it’s been a while now, what if something’s happened?’,

I question worried about where Max is

‘I’m sure that he’s fine, stop worrying’

Theo responds

‘You’re literally so head over heels for Max aren’t you?’, Claudia inquires and Jack looks over to me

‘Yup I definitely am, I really like him and honestly I don’t want anyone else’,

Just as I answer Claudia,

the bedroom door opens to reveal Max

‘Jazzy was real worried about you’,

Oakley tells Max as he strolls towards me

‘Really?’, Max asks sitting down on our bed beside me

‘You should’ve seen her,

it was lucky that you came back otherwise I would’ve taken Jazzy’, Bea replies

‘Sienna thought that you had done a runner from me’, I tell him and Max bursts out laughing

‘Are you kidding? I could never!,

anyone would be a fool to run away from you, I was making breakfast for us so I’m hoping that we could have a breakfast date?’, I give Max a quick hug

‘I’d absolutely love that Max!’

‘It’s so crazy like you two barely know each other but you are so obsessed with each other’, Liam remarks

‘Jesus Christ, you must not have been listening during the Mr & Mrs Challenge then’, I respond

‘Jaysus Christ’, Liam mocks my Dublin accent and Sienna giggles

‘Gosh Max how do you listen to Jazzy?

Her accent is very annoying’, my smile fades

𝘚𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 ‘𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬?! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴,

‘Can you not insult my girl please?’, Max is clearly agitated by her and Jack speaks up

𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘩 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵.

‘Yeah Sienna that wasn’t cool’

‘I’m sure that you won’t last with Max, you’ll just come crawling back to Jack

in no time’, I sigh trying to not let any temper get to me

‘No offence but I don’t want Jack,

I only want Max’, I say calmly and Max takes my hand leading us out of the room.

We sit down at a table that is filled with all my favourite breakfast foods such as pancakes, fruit with yogurt and smoothies

‘Max this is so amazing’,

‘It took me a while but I’m glad that you like it and are you okay? That was intense’,

‘I’m feeling better now that I’m alone with you, I hope that you believe me when I say that I only want you ‘cause if you don’t then, I want you to believe that I’m only here for you now like if you got dumped, I’d walk with you ‘cause genuinely Max I really think that I’m falling for you’,

I ramble on until suddenly Max presses his lips onto mine,

when we pull away we are both blushing

‘Honestly I’m falling for you too Jazzy,

I’ll never let go of you’

I begin to eat some pancakes

‘You’re amazing Max, you have made me feel so much happier but when I was talking with Jack last night, he asked if I was faithful in Casa’

‘Oh okay, what did you say?’

‘I told him that I was but my plan is before the next recoupling, I’ll tell him the truth so he won’t pick me, I don’t wanna hurt him but it’s the right thing for us so we can stay together’

‘I agree with you on that, hopefully him and Sienna will leave you alone after that’

After breakfast, ‘Snog, Marry, Pie’ is announced from a text.

Once it is Max’s turn, he turns up to me getting down on one knee

‘Will you marry me?’,

‘Of course I will! You’re marriage material for sure’

‘Did you guys hear that?

Jazzy says that I’m marriage material!’

Max beams and I kiss his cheek,

I reject Jack’s proposal in respect for Max but I accept Bea’s proposal for fun,

When it is Sienna’s turn she of course, went to kiss Max but he steps back quickly to keep it respectful

‘Why did you do that? I didn’t think we vibe like that Sienna’, Max asks her and with her usual smug look, I reply

‘I think I know why’,

Once it’s my turn, I give Bea a quick kiss and afterwards I get down on one knee in front of Max

‘Will you make me the happiest girl alive and marry me?’, I smile brightly up at him

‘Yes, yes! A million times yes’

And for my pie, I obviously pied Sienna

‘Wow that was original’, cream is all over her mouth so when Sienna spoke it went everywhere

‘I only did it for the craic honestly’,

I state to her.

After that game, Max and I sit on a daybed for a debrief between ourselves

‘I wouldn’t marry you’

‘You wouldn’t?’, I act shocked pretending to not be disappointed and Max chuckles,

‘Not now anyways, although I definitely will someday soon I promise’

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.

#love island the game #love island game #litg #litg season 8 #litg s8 #litg tempting fate #litg fanfic #litg ff #litg max

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wheretheresaway-theresawilliam · 10 months ago

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Chapter 11: A Mask of My Own Face

Word Count: 982

TWs: Identity theft, sickness mention, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behaviour, brief suggestiveness

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Vanita giggled, swinging her legs back and forth in bliss as she listened to the audio recordings of Vanessa that she’d ripped from security footage of the PizzaPlex, retrieved for her by her ever-loyal Sawyer. She had the look, the backstory, an understanding of her personality… all that was missing was the voice. Whenever she was home alone, Vanita would wear Vanessa’s clothes around the house, practising her inflexions. Vanessa’s voice was a tad deeper and relied less on a vocal fry to come off as mature, which was hard for Vanita to master, but she felt like she was getting the hang of it. She’d talk for hours on the phone with Sawyer just to get better. He would’ve lost track of who he was talking to if Vanessa still hadn’t been sick. So sick, at some point, she just stopped calling in. Now it was time for Vanita to take her opportunity.

“Oh my gosh, Vanessa, where have you been?? You haven’t been answering your phone, I’ve been worried sick!” Ginny exclaimed when Vanita walked into the breakroom, wearing Vanessa’s uniform, her hair tied back.

“You’ve been sick? I’ve been sick! Stomach flu, got me pretty bad… but I’m feeling better now.” Vanita opened Vanessa’s locker, retrieving her flashlight, taser, and badge.

“Well, that’s good. Maybe something in your lunch went bad and you didn’t notice it?”

“I guess. Could’ve been from a kid, too.”

“Yeah. Jesus, who lets their kid run around in a public place if they know they’re sick?”

Vanita shrugged, checking Vanessa’s calendar to see where she was supposed to be. Gator Golf. Goody.

“Anyway, take it easy today… and I hope you’re not beating yourself up over missing so much work, you needed the rest.”

“You’re right…” Vanita sighed. “Thanks… I’ll try my best.”

Ginny nodded, giving her two thumbs up and an encouraging smile before leaving the room. So far… so Vanessa. Vanita relaxed, taking her time as she made her way to the mini-golf pitch. She never felt more giddy. If she could get through today, passing as Vanessa Fields, she would earn that call to William. God, I hope he picks up. She knew as soon as she arrived at the entrance to Monty’s Gator Golf that it would be her most boring shift yet. Not that running the gift shop was particularly exciting, but at least she wasn’t expected to be too alert. Luckily, she had a thermos full of energy drink carabinered to her belt to keep her awake.

Most of the shift was spent reminding pre-teens that mini-golf was about putting and not swinging as hard as you can, let alone threatening your friends with your club. After a while, she had stepped away, meeting Sawyer in a shadowy spot to make out about her success so far. At the end of the day, she couldn’t wait any longer.

“I’m calling him,” Vanita told Sawyer as they walked to his car.

“William?” Sawyer asked with a reserved expression.

“No, the president. Duh, who else??” She slipped into his backseat and he sighed.

“Do you want me in the car?”

“Sure, just don’t make a lot of noise,” Vanita waved her hand dismissively, taking out her phone. Her hands shook with anticipation as Sawyer settled into the front seat.

5. 5. 5. 1. 2. 5. 2. Rrrring… rrrring…

“Hello???” All the air rushed out of Vanita’s lungs as a rich, accented voice reached her ears. “Who is this??”

Oh, God, right, talk you idiot! “Dad? It’s me… Vanessa.”

The line was deathly silent for a moment. “Darling… to what do I owe the pleasure of the sound of your voice?”

“I… was wondering if we could reconnect. I’ve been thinking about things… how we drifted apart.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” Vanita pressed the phone closer to her cheek.

“I thought your mother had you entirely convinced that I was not to be trusted.”

“But mom’s not here right now, is she? I had to make my own decisions at some point.”

“Right you are, butterfly. Right you are.” She heard him sigh and shift around, maybe checking his schedule if he had one. “When are you free?”

“I don’t work on Mondays.”

“I see. Shall we have lunch at mine, then?”

“That sounds fantastic,” she inhaled through her nose, reminding herself to remain levelheaded. William’s house! “Could you remind me of the address…?”

“4011 Slate Blue, Salt Court.”

“Thanks… I-I’ll see you on Monday?”

“I’ll expect you at 11:30, sharp.”

“Of course. I won’t be late.”

“I know you won’t.” He paused. “It was good to hear your voice, Vanessa. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, dad. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Vanessa.”

She hung up and immediately began to squeal, excited tears springing to her eyes.

“Was it him?” Sawyer asked, startled out of his thoughts.

“Of course it was! I’m having lunch with him on Monday! I told you, Sawyer, this is destiny!” She squeezed his shoulder. “And I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you.~”

“Uh-huh…” He felt disgusting. Her happy expression lessened at his unenthusiastic response.

“Oh, come on, at least pretend you’re happy for me,” she snapped, digging in her nails and making him hiss in pain.

“Can I just take you home?”

“Hmph.” She fell back into the car seat, lazily putting on her seatbelt. “Whatever, Sawyer. Y’know, I let you touch me whenever you like, and you’re still an ungrateful bastard. Who else can do what I do?”

“An escort.”

Vanita’s face burned and she hit the back of his seat. “Drive, you fuckhead!”

“Ow, sorry, I didn’t mean that…” He drove her home and the two parted ways bitterly. Still, Vanita’s frustration didn’t last long as she admired herself in the bathroom mirror. Afton’s daughter, Afton’s perfect, loving daughter, who wants nothing more than to fix what was once broken. Sounds like me alright.~

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fic #vanessa fnaf #vanita fnaf #william afton #Doppelgänger! au

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years ago

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haze

fantasizing about frat chapter president! eren....

pairing: Frat Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader, side Porco x Fem!Reader

tw: eren is MEAN as fuck, dubcon touching, cheating, degradation, power play, misogyny, abuse, ooc, i love porco but I'm slandering him here...so sorry. dark content.

eren slides a hand up your thigh from the mini-dress you're wearing, and you're just a little confused bc you're pretty sure he has a girlfriend, and you're pretty sure he knows you have a boyfriend.

but he clearly doesn't care. he's telling you to not make a scene, and you're indignant. well as indignant as you can be. you're soft around the edges, meek to a fault and you find it hard to raise your voice.

he's mocking you.

"is m-my boyfriend the only thing you know how to say?" he emphasizes your stutter. you nervously look around, locking your eyes with a boy with slicked-back dark blond hair and swimming-athlete broad shoulders. when you try to get up, eren's strong hand presses on your thigh to prevent you from escaping.

he follows your trembling gaze and a smirk creeps into his mouth, "that's him right? your boyfriend?" he spits the word out like it's coated in venom.

you don't confirm or deny but that's all eren needs.

"Galliard!" eren calls out. your eyes widen in surprise, and porco is surprised too. but nonetheless, he walks over, hesitation evident with every step.

he doesn't say anything about the way eren is touching you, about his hand groping your thighs like a lifeline.

you know porco. he's very prideful and stubborn and had a tendency to rush into things headfirst but he's also kind and gentle and immensely protective over you.

so, if he was all of these things, why did he stand before eren like a dog with its tail tucked between his legs? there was not even a hint of the usual bravado you've been accustomed to seeing when he was with reiner.

eren pulls you right next to him, his arm wrapped around your waist. there's practically no space in between you two. he's close enough to smell your shampoo.

"your girlfriend is pretty." he says flatly. no not flatly, there's a sneer accompanying his tone.

porco gulps.

you don't what's happening, but eren grabs your dress-clad tit with no hesitation, groping and squeezing your nipple. he must have noticed you weren't wearing a bra.

"isn't she pretty galliard."

your boyfriend is perplexed, unsure of what the fuck is happening: "ye-yeah she is." it's a lame comment and eren sighs like he's bored.

his sharp fingernails dig into the plush of your thigh, "how badly do you wanna join this frat, galliard?"

porco is trying to process what he's just been asked but the answer escapes before he could force it back, "m-more than anything." he repeats himself as if to assure himself, "more than anything."

eren smiles, too wide and full of teeth to be genuine. "that's good...that's good" he hums.

he runs a hand through his pretty dark hair, "well I'll cut to the chase. you wanna join my chapter and I wanna fuck your girlfriend."

you gasp, instantly looking to porco but he can't meet your eyes. why were you being treated like you had no agency? your noises of disagreements and whiny complaints are snuffed by eren's large hand covering your mouth.

"shut up. the men are talking."

he then redirects the conversation back to porco, "you really haven't trained her much, have you?"

what the fuck?! yeah sure you may have been the shyest kid in class but even you had your limits. you've always thought frats were stupid and couldn't understand your boyfriend's obsession with getting into one, especially this one, the supposedly most prestigious and exclusive one.

you bite down on eren's hand. he moves his hand away with an unnatural quickness, cursing under his breath.

"stupid bitch" if looks could kill, his green eyes would have shot you dead thousand times by now, "you're a wild fucking animal." than he gives your body a once-over, staring obnoxiously, "do you fuck like one too?"

porco also looked surprised and nervous. whether for himself or for you, you don't know.

"your girlfriend bit me." he states calmly to porco, "what are we gonna do about that?"

you can't move, you're still trapped by eren's hands and the way porco is standing is over you, he's locking you in.

"she'll apologize, she will."

"no I won't!" you shriek.

eren sighs, taking a long hit of his dab pen, zeroing in the smoke before blowing the cloud on porco's face. the blond merely winces.

"you heard the lady" the dark-haired boy shurgs, "so I have an idea."

you could feel your heartbeat pounding.

"Hit her."

time seemed to slow down. "w-what?" porco's face lost all of its color. "a slap or something. you can backhand her if you want to."

backhand her if you want to. the words echoed in your ears like a frenzy of sounds, you were only hearing it, can't even understand it.

eren pushes you onto his lap, and iron-clad grip on your waist. he transfers your weight like you're no more than a feather. you know he's an athlete, that he's strong, but this strong?

"i-i'm not going to do that."

the dark-haired boy chuckles, "how many generations of your family have been accepted into this frat huh? you have legacy and couldn't even get in your freshman year. jesus christ, you're literally only standing before me because you have legacy."

he's continuing his verbal assault, "and with this fuckin chick, stop your dramatics. it's so cute that you're acting like a good boyfriend when you had your tongue down pieck's throat literally last night."

"w-what" your voice is no more than a whisper, tears welling in your eyes.

you can't even hold yourself back as you stare at your boyfriends, no, ex-boyfriends' eyes and utter, "you are fucking pathetic."

you're not exactly surprised when you see his hand raised, and you brace yourself from the impact, closing your eyes shut.

the impact never comes. you open your eyes to see eren holding his wrist. he lets out a low whistle, "seesh were you really about to hit your girl?"

this is the first time you've seen porco sputter. eren takes another hit of his pen, "get the fuck out of here."

porco has the audacity to look back at you before he turns on his heel and leaves like a cowardly dog.

"let me go."

eren's lips are pressed to your neck, "no...i don't think i will."

kofi

taglist: @imjustsomebodyelse @forwardpair @cinnamon-n-roses @candy-hime

#tw dubcon #tw power imbalance #tw frat boy #asshole eren '#bully eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #toxic eren #eren x y/n #eren yeager x you #attack on titan au #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan drabbles #attack on titan fic #tw manipulation #tw manhandling

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deceitfuldevil · 3 years ago

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Truth Serum

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: While working with Tony and Bruce in the lab you accidentally drink some very experimental truth serum, leading to some unwanted confessions with your coworkers.

Warnings: use of y/n, swearing, lots of dialogue, barely proofread, etc.

Word Count: 1.7K

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You were busy working with Tony and Bruce in the lab and jokingly Tony placed his latest concoction next to your drink but you didn’t realize until it was too late and you drank Bruce’s experimental truth serum.

“Jesus Tony can you turn down that obnoxious music? I’m so sick of that stupid 70s rock music you’re always playing.”

Tony stopped what he was doing are looked over at you in shock.

“L/n, what the hell are you talking about? You told me you loved my music.”

“Well I lied, I lie to you a lot actually.” You looked up eyes blown wide with dear as you covered your mouth after saying that.

“I did NOT mean to say that.”

“Y/n… did you just take a sip of that beaker Tony so stupidly placed right next to your drink?” Bruce asked pinching the small space in between his eyebrows

You looked down as remorse filled your gut, noticing a small dribble of blue liquid slowly falling down the side of the beaker you obviously just took a drink from. Your eyes life to meet Bruce’s as you slowly nodded a small yes.

“Well, no thanks to Tony now we get to find out if my very experimental truth serum actually works.”

“TRUTH SERUM?!” You shouted, the last thing you wanted was for your team to have unrestricted access to your secrets.

“No thanks to me? Are you kidding Banner? This might be the most fun we have with Y/n all year!” Tony said with a cheeky grin

Your groaned and let your head fall onto the desk you were sitting at. “How long will this last?” You asked muffled

“Best case scenario for you? It could wear off within the next 30 minutes. Worst case scenario? You could be highly responsive and overly truthful for the two days.”

Tony broke out with a loud cackle as he got up from his desk and exited the lab “Good luck kid!”

“And theres no antidote?” You pleaded

“Sorry, but we were barely in the trial phases of creating this and we don’t try to make an antidote unless we know for sure that it works.”

“So how the hell am I supposed to deal with this in the meantime?”

“My best advice? Lock yourself away in your quarters for the next day or so to avoid saying anything unsavory to the rest of the team. Because I don’t have a doubt in my mind Tony left to go and tell the whole team about your little predicament.”

But before you could reply Sam, Rhodey, and Bucky all came running into the lab practically running over each other.

“Okay, I’ve wanted wanted to know. How do you feel really about Redwing?” Sam asked pushing Rhodey and Bucky aside.

“I think you should find a girlfriend so you stop obsessing over a high tech piece of metal.” You said with an unholy amount of sass, already sick of this treatment. Bucky burst out laughing but you sent a pissed off glare his way.

“Don’t think you’re safe either beefcake. You’re 106 years old and still can’t take a joke, not to mention that you’re forgetful as fuck. I mean who the hell just forgets that they have a vibrium arm? I’m not even going to get started on that staring problem you have that you think is so intimidating.” You snapped, shutting everyone in the room up. Before leaving you locked eyes with Rhodey.

“Oh hi Ego Machine! Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you. I mean who could when you tell that story of how you dropped a tank at the generals feet every single party? I mean, BOOM were you looking to be interesting?”

After shutting every one in that room down you stormed out and locked yourself in your room. You really could tell if you had taken truth serum or just a liquid curse. You never left your room for the rest of the night, not wanting to risk dinner with the team. But you woke up around 5:30 in the morning to. Very strong feeling of hunger, and prayed no one else would be up this early as you snaked down into the kitchen. You walked past Wanda sleeping quietly on the couch as Vision floated peacefully in the corner.

“Creepy motherfucker…” you whispered as you stepped into the kitchen

“What was that you said about my husband?” Wanda said, suddenly on the other side of the counter looking at you with a tilted head. You jumped almost spilling your cereal

“Jesus Christ Wanda! A warning!” You said clutching your head with one hand and the cereal box with the other. But she only looked at you and smiled mischievously

“You can ask anything you want but you’re not allowed to be upset by the answer” you stated plaining, pouring some milk into your bowl.

“Are you talking about the truth serum you took yesterday?” Wanda asked, tilting her head at you.

“Yeah, it might not wear off for another 24 hours. Everyones been dying to find how I ‘really’ feel about them since Tony ran his big mouth and told everyone about this stupid serum I drank.”

“You do remember I can read minds, right? I always know when someone’s telling the truth or lying, I just don’t always call them on it.”

“Right.” You said quietly as you stuffed your face with cereal so you could go back to your quarters as soon as possible.

You sat alone in your room unbothered for the next few hours, until you heard a rock at your door.

“Don’t come in! Go away!” You shouted turning the page of your book assuming whoever was on the other side of your door would kindly fuck off. But as a tall man with a mop of silver hair entered your room you sighed dramatically and threw your book at him, missing spectacularly.

“I could’ve sworn I said to NOT come in.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, looking at the ever so muscular man making his way over to your bed.

“And when’s the last time I took orders from you?” Pietro said with a smile.

“You never take orders from anyone, I’m surprised you haven’t been kicked off the team yet honestly.” You spat, bitter that he wasn’t respecting your wishes to be left alone. A pit of nerves also started to grow in your stomach the closer he came to you knowing how you really felt about him, and that if he asked there’d be nothing stopping you from telling him the truth.

“Ah, you wound me dragâ.” Pietro says as he mockingly clasps his hands over his heart as if you’d shot him. You just rolled your eyes in response.

“The team tells me you’ve become somewhat of a bitch since yesterday, is that true?” He asked, sitting down at the foot of your bed.

“I’m not a bitch, Tony just tricked me into drinking some of Banner’s experimental truth serum. But you already knew that didn’t you? Either way, spoiler alert. The stupid serum works and probably won’t wear off for another 12 hours. Besides, I’m only a bitch to the team members I don’t like.” Your eyes widened realizing what you just admitted to Pietro

“I suppose that’s true, Wanda did tell me you weren’t too bad when she ran into you this morning.” Pietro said scooting up next to you in bed, normally you’d tell him to fuck off before he got too close so he would know how much you loved being in his arms but when he asked

“Is this okay?” As he stretched his arms over your shoulders pulling you into his chest

“Yeah, I love it when you hold me. Or just touch me in general, always makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine.” The confession just spilled right out of your mouth, causing you to once again to clasp a hand over your lips to prevent you from saying anything else.

Pietro looked down at you with a shocked eyes but a smug smile, deciding to push his luck he asked “Then why do you always push me away and tell me to fuck off anytime I hug you?”

“Becwagh wi dwomt vhmnf to nmfh…” you said, keeping your hand over your mouth to muffle your answer. Pietro shook his head light at you as he took your hand off your lips and held it, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb

“What was that darling?” He said as he cobalt blue eyes poured into yours. It’s like he already knew how you felt but just needed to hear you say it to confirm his suspicions. Months of pinning after you, and now here was his chance. He had no other choice but to act on it. You swallowed the last bit of pride and fear held in your chest and said

“Because I don’t want you to know how I really feel about you.” The last of your walls came crashing down as you smiled gently at the handsome man before you, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as his faced inched closer to yours.

“And how do you feel about me dragosté?”

“Like you’re the only person in the world I could ever fall in love with.” That was all Pietro needed to push aside his ego hearing how you really felt about him as he leaned down and closed the gap in between the two of you pressing his soft lips to yours. Moving gently with you as his lips slotted perfectly over yours, you breathe in his musky scent as you ran your hand across his chest pulling him closer to you. Sadly it wasn’t long before you both ran out of air and had to pull away

“So how do you feel now?” Pietro asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his lovestruck face

“Like I could kiss your stupid face all day.” You said grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back in for a much more heated kiss.

The rest of your afternoon and week into the evening was spent in Pietros arms sharing soft kisses and fleeting touches. Although admittedly he was sad when the truth serum wore off and he couldn’t ask you any and everything under the sun about how you felt about him.

But you’d end up showing him how you felt in other ways later on ;)

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A/N

Ahhh here’s my 4th post that will be published while I’m away at camp! Found this little bit in my notes as well and just fleshed it out enough to post! Hope this was enjoyable!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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wordanoid · 2 years ago

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Pretty Girl | (Fem!Eddie/Fem!Steve)

Contains: genderbending, praise kink, slight dom/sub undertones (dom!eddie), jewelry kink? (steve likes eddie rings), choking to the most minor degree, aftercare -let me know what I missed!

Summary: “This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. She’s paused her advance to hover over Steves hips and toy with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue and black laced underwear. Steve shoves at her shoulder with a scoff and mutters a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”

“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it is cute as fuck.” And as if to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and tugging it up, the waistband coming with it and then letting it snap back against Steve’s hips.

Word count: 4.2k

Notes: Genderbending isn’t really usually my thing but I had this very specific scenario snippet in my head and also I’m fixated on Stranger Things rn. I have brain rot so fuck me here we are. I didn’t change their names tho cause idk feels weird so… cope ig? /JK lol

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They’re at Steve’s house, tangled up with each other in her bedsheets and watching some weird horror movie that Eddie had picked up from Family Video earlier that day when Steve was on shift.

It was a slow burner kind of movie and Steve was starting to get bored from sitting so long- and if she’s being honest, the movie kinda sucks. Her leg had started rocking back and forth like 20 minutes in, but now her hands are getting antsy too, unconsciously playing with the rings on Eddie’s hand that’s clasped in her own. She twists and slides them around, and taps them to make them clink dully against her bitten off nails.

She loves these rings. She tells Eddie all the time how pretty her hands look all decorated up, but she’ll probably never directly admit just how much she loves them.

And they make great little fidget toys, so yet another plus to add.

Preoccupied with slipping the ring on Eddie’s pinkie off and on, Steve doesn’t even notice when she looks down to watch her with a dimpled grin. That is until she wiggles her fingers and teases, “Having fun there Harrington?”

Steve jumps a little and looks over to Eddie, her face tingling with the beginnings of a blush, “Oh, sorry Ed’s, didn’t mean to bother you or anything.”

“You’re not bothering, love, just thought it was cute.” She says, pulling Steve’s now stilled hand up to press a kiss to it. “Are you getting bored? I didn't think the movie was that bad.”

“Oh no! I mean it's not great but I’m okay. Just happy to be here.” She says, squeezing Eddie’s hand and smiling at her.

“Jesus, I could eat you Harrington. You’re disturbingly sweet sometimes.” Eddie rumbles, leaning to kiss all over and around Steve’s nose.

Steve scrunches up her nose and tilts her head back, “Ed’s,” she drags out the S, “I thought I was badass? What happened?”

“Oh you can be both darling, you are definitely both.” Eddie’s kissing at her jaw, “Sorry I picked a bad movie,” and as an afterthought, “and also for interrupting your ring obsessing.”

“It is not obsessing! I just think they’re pretty and also fun to play with.”

“Mhm,” she grips Steve’s jaw to bring her face back down, said rings digging softly into Steve’s skin and making her lips pucker slightly, “well, you’re pretty and fun to play with too, what a great pair.”

Steve is effectively bright red, fumbling and mumbling as she tries to form words.

Eddie kisses her. Slow and sultry, sucking pecks at her lips, and Steve is immediately responsive and pliant, lips parting to breathe Eddie in, taking everything she gives as it comes. Eddie nibbles on her bottom lip as she slides her hand down her jaw to rest at the base of her neck, applying only enough pressure to make the presence known. It makes Steve lightheaded either way.

Pulling away she says, “Look at that, my rings look even better here. Like a pretty little necklace for my pretty girl.” Her eyes are half lidded and hungry as she looks down while squeezing a little firmer, smirking as she meets Steve’s eyes again when she hears her punched out and breathless whimper. She’s very pleased at how gone looking the brunette is staring back at her in shocked arousal, her jaw hanging slightly open to pant out little puffs of air and her pupils blown wide.

Steve swallows thickly, glancing over to the still playing movie and breathily stating, “Well, this is certainly much better.” Giggling cheekily, she leans up to kiss Eddie this time, tilting her head just right to allow Eddie in and groaning when their tongues meet.

Eddie shifts up to kneel over Steve while she sucks on her tongue, hand from her throat now resting beside her head and the other already snaking under Steve’s sweater to pet down her side. Steve’s hands are wrapped around her neck and buried in her hair, tugging at her as if she can pull their mouths closer somehow.

“Eager are we, babydoll?” Eddie whispers breathily against her lips, her eyes squinting from the coy smile plastered on her face.

Dragging her nails over Eddie’s scalp in warning, Steve grumbles under her, “I could always change my mind.”

“Oh no-no-no princess, trust me” Eddie’s quick to backtrack, licking over Steve’s lips and sinking her teeth into her bottom one, gripping her hips to tug them up firmly against her own, “I’m eager too.”

Steve shivers, immediately letting go of any pretend defiance as she wraps her legs around Eddies waist and merely whispers “You’re such a dork Ed’s” against the elders lips before letting her mouth fall compliant and inviting to Eddie's insistent tongue.

It’s filthy, Eddie’s tongue darting between her lips and soothing over her lips every time she nips at them, and Steve is so happy to let her have her way and do as she pleases, letting out frequent little gasps and pleased hums.

Eddie’s hands have returned to fumbling under Steves sweater, scratching her nails gently down her back and sides and gripping firmly to drag Steve’s hips to press against her own. Eventually, she shoves the soft fabric up to Steve’s throat when she deems it in the way of her hands path up, up, up, to their destination of Steve’s breasts, flesh soft and barrierless from her lack of a bra in her pajama attire.

Eddie’s eyes are dark and focused when she pulls back and teases with slow featherlight touches on Steve’s chest, barely dragging her fingertips over sensitive skin, teasing around and over her quickly pebbling nipples. Steve arches up to meet her every touch and she’s looking up at Eddie with big, brown doe eyes swimming with want, begging for a firmer touch. And a firmer touch does finally come- in the form of Eddie leaning down to sink her teeth into the fat of the top of Steve’s left tit as her other hand cups around the right to roll her nipple harshly between her thumb and pointer.

Steve moans wantonly, her legs tighting their hold around Eddies hips. Her fingers dig into Eddie’s shoulders, pulling closer as Eddie begins to lap and suck soothingly at the indents in her chest, before deciding to drag her mouth down to nibble and lick over her nipple while her fingers work at twisting and tugging roughly on her other one.

She stays like that for a while, pawing at Steve’s chest, switching between mouth and hand on each breast. She’s enjoying her squirming and desperate gasps for more way too much, but eventually she starts to tug at the shorts resting at Steve’s hips.

“This starting to feel a little unfair,” Steve says when Eddie’s leans up to finish pulling her shorts off, flushing and motioning to their varying states of undress. She points to Eddie’s dark colored sweatpants, “you too.”

“Okay, but only if you finish losing the sweater sweetheart.”

“But you still have on-“ Eddie lifts a brow at her before she can finish flubbing out the words sports bra, sitting up to help her with her sweater, “fine.”

Eddie makes well on her word and kicks off her pants, grinning down cockily at Steve drinking in the minuscule reveal of flesh like a drowned woman, before kneeling back between Steve’s legs. She gives her lips a chaste kiss before returning to her task of marking up Steve’s abdomen, a pattern of grazing nips of the teeth and soothing kisses trailing their way down slowly but surely.

“This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. Her advances have paused as she now hovers over Steves hips, toying with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue with black lace underwear.

Steve shoves at her shoulder and drops her head to the side, hiding her gaze and demurely muttering a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”

“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it is cute as fuck.” And to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and tugging it up, the waistband coming with it, and then letting it snap back against Steve’s hips. Then shes coming back up, and trailing butterfly kisses and the occasional nibble of her teeth all the way back up until she reaches her mouth to devour her yet again.

It’s messier, Eddie now focused on playing with the laced edges of Steve’s panties, and Steve herself thoroughly distracted by the soft touches of Eddie’s fingers pulling and pushing at sheer lace.

Steve pulls away to shudder out, “Eddie.” An attempt to voice her want, her need, but it gets no response, Eddie just moves to mouth at her jaw and grips a handful of her ass under the thin fabric. “Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t-“ she’s cut off by Eddie using her grip on her ass to manhandle her into a harsh grind of their hips.

“Patients, Stevie. Be patient.” She says it in a light tone, but its most definitely a demand so Steve shuts her mouth and lets Eddie do her thing.

Her thing is apparently shuffling back down the bed again to hold herself up on one elbow, the hand attached gripping at her hip, and use the other hand to pull a thigh up and lean in to start sinking her teeth into the skin there, licking over the pink blotches that bleed to the surface of her skin. She trails so close to where Steve really really needs her, can feel her tongue at the edges of her lace and her breath ghosting over her where her panties are soaked and plastered over her core.

She makes the mistake of trying to shift her hips to grind against Eddie’s wandering toungue.

With a click of her tongue and a swift movement to kneel up and away Eddie grips her hips and holds her down hard against the mattress, fingers almost digging hard enough to bruise.

“Ah ah ah Stevie-love, I told you to wait.” Her eyes are bright with fake disappointment, but she can’t hide how smug she is, especially not when her dimples pop as her lips curve into a smirk. Steve wants to bite her teeth into her bottom lip and wipe that look of her dumb face. In a sing-song croon, “Now we have to start over.”

And start over she does, beginning a fresh trail of kisses at Steve’s sternum. Admittedly, she makes much quicker progress this time and soon she’s pulling up Steve’s other thigh and leaning back down to make it match the other.

Steve fights so hard this time to keep still, especially when Eddie’s finally made it back down to the edges of her underwear. Her lip is clutched tightly between her teeth and her eyes are scrunched closed to focus solely on not moving for Eddie- she might even be forgetting how to breathe right with how focused she is on not shifting her hips. All she knows is that she needs to do what Eddie says, she needs to stay still. She needs to be good.

Eddie chuckles, the puff of air shocking Steve and making her jump. “You’re doing so good, baby, thank you.” She mixes the praise with a feather-light run of her ringed knuckles over the concealed seam of her lips, such an easy target with Steve’s underwear completely plastered to every crevice. Steve full on gasps and her legs involuntarily twitch to close, to try and hold and deepen the pressure, but Eddie’s hands are quicker to force them to stay open. Eddie’s chuckling again, it’s mocking. It makes Steve blush and squirm.

Switching to dragging her thumb- still also ringed holy fuck- ever so gently across where Steves clit would be through fabric and the flesh of her lips. Eddies back to mouthing at the top laced edge of Steve’s panties, teeth pulling at the lace and bow.

These underwear were going to be ruined for Steve forever, she’ll only be able to think of Eddie tonguing at the bow.

Eddie leans up when Steve starts whimpering in frustration, her eyes watery with it and her hips shifting to their own accord- well not completely their own but so what if Steve’s playing it up a little. “P-please Eds,” shes got a grip on the wrist of the hand at her crotch now, “N-Need something… need more. Hurts Eds. Aches”

“Aw baby, you need it that bad? My sweet, poor little thing.” It’s said in a completely mocking tone with a faux frown to match, but Steve knows that it’s all for show, she’s already got the palm of her hand on Steve’s lower stomach, slowly but surely slinking lower to slip under her underwear. “I’ll give you what you need Stevie-love, don’t worry.” She whispers in Steve’s ear when the tips of her fingers begin to just barely graze dark, course hairs.

Eddie flips her hand and slips her fingers over to hook into the side of her panties at her hip, slowly unsticking them from her and beginning to drag them down her thighs. They’re nearly off but get stuck on one foot and Steve giggles as she kicks them away somewhere in the room.

“Gotta take these off too,” Eddie says wiggling her ringed fingers in the air, “I know how much you like them, but it's not very sanitary, sorry love.” And she makes a show of it, slowly pulling each ring off one by one and leaving them to find home on the nearby nightstand.

When she’s done, Eddie returns to rest her head on Steve’s thigh as her fingers return to her cunt. She groans at the sight of glistening strands of thick hair, running her thumb over Stves folds again without the barrier of cloth, “Fuck you’re soaked princess.” Eddie growls into her thigh as she prys Steve’s lips open with her thumb. Her gaze is so heavy on Steve’s skin, and so full of hunger when she looks up to meet her eyes again, Steve feels like prey trembling under her, waiting for her to strike and eat her whole. It’s not a long wait before she does.

Eddie secures one thigh on her shoulder and pushes the other up against Steve’s stomach to spread her open. She finds Steve’s hand and presses it to the back of her thigh with a command for her to hold it up, and then leans down to run a flattened tongue through her drenched folds. She’s overwhelmed with the deep and musky scent and flavor, her brain short circuiting a moment and all she can think is Steve, Steve, Steve… It’s only made worse when she processes Steve’s cute little gasp, but she clicks back in when Steve’s back begins to arch up and she reaches up to hold her down.

With her free hand Eddie holds Steve’s folds the rest of the way open while she gets to work, dragging her tongue across core and clit, her lips, chin and cheeks getting absolutely drenched in the process. She knows it’s no where near enough to work Steve up to anything more then further frustration, but if anything Eddie would love that- a crying and begging Steve is always the most marvelous of sights. But she really has been so good for Eddie so she’ll treat her tonight.

She switches the majority of her focus to Steve’s clit, passing her tongue in heavy, languid circles and occasionally dipping back down to tease at her entrance before focusing again. When Eddie suddenly presses a sucking kiss to her clit she is so glad and yet so disappointed for the hand holding Steve down, preventing a hard buck into her face and providing the feeling of Steve’s stomach jumping under her palm. “Fuck,” Steve whimpers out, “do- do that again please.” So Eddie does, switching between sucking and lapping at the swollen nerves.

Eddie waits till Steve is a shuddering and twitching mess before bringing her fingers back into the mix. She nudges two digits against Steve’s entrance, teasing around a moment before sliding the two long fingers inside and smirking a little when Steve moans at the sudden stretch.

She looks up to make eye contact with Steve on the first slow and firm drag of her fingers against her upper walls, disappointed when she can’t find her eyes with her head tossed back like it is. The knuckles of her free hand between her teeth is a disappointing discovery as well, with the way it’s muffling her noises.

“So that’s why you’ve been so quiet,” Eddie says, barely pulling her mouth away to talk, “hand.” She demands, flipping the hand on Steve’s stomach over. When she’s got a grasp on the other girls hand she brings it to her hair, making Steve’s fingers lace through it. She’s firm, but not unkind when she commands, “Leave it there, you know I like hearing you baby. And look at me too, I wanna see your beautiful face.”

“Okay,” Steve’s hand finds actual purchase in her hair, “‘m sorry.”

“That’s okay babydoll, nothing to be sorry for.” She presses a sweet kiss to Steve’s clit, then pauses again to wink up at her and poke her tongue out goofily, “and pull as much as you’d like, you know I like it.”

Then she’s back to it, abusing puffy nerves with her tongue and working her fingers at a steady, unyielding pace against Steve’s walls.

There’s a flood of curses and whimpers from Steve now, and a mantra of Eddie’s name or branching nicknames pouring from her lips. Eddie’s stilling hold on her hips is so deliciously frustrating as her hips twitch to move, to try to grind into her face, grind into the sensations, but she can’t and is forced to just take what she’s given.

When Steve’s thighs start to quake and press in around Eddie’s head, and the hand in her hair fists tight and her moans grow breathy, Eddie doubles down on her efforts against her clit and curling her fingertips against the spongy nerves inside Steve. She keeps the motions going steady when Steve’s walls begin to clench around her fingers and she shivers through her orgasm, pulling hard on her hair and crying out “Fuck Ed’s!” as her cunt seeps fluid over Eddie’s face and hand.

Eddie drags her through a lengthy orgasm, not letting up until Steve’s tugging at her hair and pleading. Eddie’s an obscenely gorgeous sight when she sits up, her face shining and a victorious, toothy grin on her face- it makes Steve’s heart clench with unconditional love, as well as her cunt in half-hearted arousal, still too soon for her to actually be ready to go again. She tiredly smiles back at her lover, reaching out to cup her face when she starts leaning back up to her, pulling her in for a slow kiss, humming as she tastes herself on Eddie’s lips.

“Good?” Eddie breaks away to ask in a breath, leaning their foreheads together.

“Mmmm very.” Steve smiles up at her, brushing their noses together. “Your turn?” Steve always asks before reciprocating when they have moments like this, knowing that sometimes Eddie just wants to pull her apart and take care of her and leave it at that.

“Only if you want to princess, I’m fine either way.” She’s smiling and pressing kisses to the corner of Steve’s lips.

“Of course I do.” Steve grins at her excitedly, quickly making a move to flip them and start shimmying down when Eddie stops her.

“We could sit up, but I want you to stay up here with me.”

“Okay.” Steve says, gently smooching Eddie’s nose before wiggling to rest her back against the headboard and pulling Eddie into her lap, resting their foreheads together again.

Their kisses this time are a lot less hungry and messy, more languid and slow now, but still full of fire that continues to go straight to Eddie’s cunt. Before now she had been ignoring the dampness spreading in the thin fabric of the black boy-short cut underwear she was wearing.

Steve’s hands stroke over Eddie’s sides and stomach, tracing the tattoos littered around with fluttery fingers. She breaks their kiss to gaze down at her trailing fingers, finding purchase and tugging at the bottom of Eddie’s sports bra, looking up at her and waiting for approval which comes in Eddie just lifting her arms up and smiling challengingly at Steve, clearly giving the go ahead.

After slipping the fabric off Steve bends to press a kiss to the center of Eddie’s chest, hands slipping up her sides to cup both breasts in her hands. Steve loves everything about Eddie, but when it comes to boobs, especially Eddie’s perfect, little perky tits -pierced, too- Steve is no better than a pubescent teenage boy with a dirty magazine.

She thumbs over pierced nipples, kissing her way to one side and flicking her tongue over one, pulling slightly at the metal jewelry with her teeth and fingers to make Eddie groan. But, she knows she can’t spend too long here, Eddie’s already been waiting for so long and made it clear she wants Steve to be in kissing reach, so Steve gives one last tug with her teeth before leaving it up to her hands as she returns to her lovers mouth.

Continuing to grope her chest with one hand Steve’s other hand begins the decent down Eddie’s abdomen, pausing to let Eddie readjust her knees to be able to kneel higher before -in a mimic of Eddie earlier- Steve snaps the waistband of her black underwear and says against her lips, “These are cute.” Eddie bites the tip of her nose in retaliation, making Steve giggle sweetly.

She rests their foreheads together and makes sure to keep eye contact with Eddie when she scoops her hand under the sticky fabric and starts to trace over her. She covers the outside of Eddie’s cunt entirely with her palm before digging in and dragging her finger up though her folds, catching briefly on her rim and clit. Eddie’s intakes a sharp breath, hips immediately jerking.

Now, Steve knows Eddie is too sensitive to take direct and focused stimulation to her clit so Steve works around it, circling just at the edge of it or using her fingers to cover and gently stimulate the whole area. It’s in one of these whole coverage moves that Steve drops her hand to dip her middle finger inside Eddie, and then quickly slips a second in with the first when Eddie gasps against her cheek.

Steve starts slowly, not dragging her fingers out of Eddie almost at all and instead firmly rocking her hand back and forth, using her palm to continue to gently stimulate her clit and keeping her fingers pressed firmly against the nerves right above her enterance, her underwear now holding taut around her hand.

Eddie huffs punched out breaths and moans against Steve’s neck, hands on her shoulders, and grinds her hips down into Steve’s hand to make the motions deeper and harder. She grips Steve’s jaw and drags her into another kiss, her moans getting tangled in teeth and tongue.

Steve works her hand faster, Eddie speeding up her grind to match pace and they have to pull apart so Eddie can breathe, both looking down to watch the obscene image of Steve’s hand at work through tight underwear and Eddie’s bouncing breasts, Steve’s hand still cupped over one.

“Yes, just like that babydoll.” Eddie hisses out, sounding completely breathless, “Good girl.” Steve moans at the praise.

When Eddie’s orgasm begins to approach she drags Steve closer to her by her shoulders, arching so their chests are pressed together while still leaving Steve’s hand enough room to move at her cunt. Steve’s dedicated-tit-hand till this point moves around to rest on her arched spine. Their foreheads are constantly knocking together as Eddie rocks her hips even faster against Steve’s hand and the air between them grows humid with their shared breaths.

Eddie’s eyes clench shut and her legs threaten to give out on her when she comes, her underwear and Steve’s fingers dampening further as she grinds herself through it. She twitches to a stop when it becomes to much and grabs Steve’s wrist to hold her in place a moment while she breaths.

Steve’s smiling a sweet smile at her and petting down her back with her other hand, waiting for Eddie to come back down. When she’s ready Eddie lets go of her wrist and lets her pull her fingers out, which she then brings up to her mouth to lick clean.

“Fuck baby, you keep that up and we’re never going to bed.” Steve grins at her and makes more of a show of sliding her tongue over every crevice before sucking her fingers into her mouth for extra measure. “God, I should wreck you. Just you wait Harrington.” Eddie says with a pinch to Steve’s hip before slipping out of her lap and off the bed to stretch. “C’mon, lets go shower, unlike you I forgot to clean off my hand so you have your own cum all over your shoulder.”

Now that Steve’s focus’s on it she can definitely feel it dried there. She’s immediately up and following Eddie like a lost puppy to the bathroom.

The shower is warm, and they take turns washing each others hair and bodies, completely trusting in each other to take good care of each. And after, Steve does both of their hair care, combing Eddie’s wet curls now before they dry, scrunching mouses and other hair products in before braiding both their hair. And then Eddie does skin, gently moisturizing both their faces and then rubbing lotion down both their bodies, making sure to massage at Steve’s shoulders and neck where she knows the girl gets sore, and getting cheeky for a bit when she rubs lotion on her ass. It ends with sharing a few soft kisses while they help pull each others clothes on.

They kick the comforter off at the end of the bed to wash tomorrow and crawl in with Steve’s favorite fuzzy blanket wrapped around their tangled forms. They whisper and giggle to each other for a while after, Eddie pressing kisses all over Steve’s face, before settling down to fall asleep, hands clasped together between them.

Nearly unconscious, Steve hears Eddie whisper “I love you my pretty girl.” She can only manage something that sounds like a mumbled ‘Mmmtmm’ before she falls asleep.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #smut #sapphic smut #fem!steve harrington #fem!eddie munson

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bubblyhoney · 3 years ago

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sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x gn!reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap drabble #sapnap oneshot #bubblyhoneyfics #honey answers #mcyt x reader #🥚except small

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yee-fxcking-haw · 4 years ago

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•Love Me Tender•

Summary: After waiting, watching, and wanting, Tamaki finally has a way to get to you. He's willing to do use some questionable methods, make deals with shifty friends, whatever it takes. He'll have you.

Pairing: Pro Hero Tamaki Amajiki x FemReader (both 18+)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, coercion, sabotage, manipulation, hard dom Tamaki, slight brat reader, mostly sub reader, unprotected sex, virginity loss, oral sex (female receiving), tentacle play (oral, vaginal, anal, gagging), bondage (with tentacles), mild dumbification, degradation, spit play, cum play, wittle bit of bloodplay, creampie, marking, possession kink, collaring. Kinda-sorta dub-con (not really imo but warning just in case)

Word Count: 11,576

A/N: Jesus fucking christ I did it.

Part One: Porcelain Obsession

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Tamaki awoke painfully this morning, body aching and covered in dried sweat. It wasn't a feeling to be proud of, but it was a feeling he cherished.

Your stolen underwear is clutched in his hand still, like a lifeline. It still smells just a little bit like you… but not enough. He couldn't feel you or taste you or hold you. He had to figure something out, quickly. He had to find a way to make you his.

Luckily, Tamaki knows exactly how to make that happen…

***

You hang up your apron with a deep sigh, wiping sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. Thank god it's only a half day, you finally have an afternoon off, a day to spend by yourself.

You bid your coworkers farewell and head out of the shop. You wander home, earbuds in as you try to drown out the noise of the city. Once you're home, you notice a small box on your doorstep.

It's a pretty little gold box with purple ribbon, a tiny note is attached to the top. The scribbled writing reads,

"I thought this would look pretty on you, I'm sorry about the weird exit last night. I'd like to take you to get some coffee to make up for it, if you'll let me." - Tamaki

Your heart flutters a bit at the note, you had deduced you were nothing more than a charity case. Him walking you home was just what he felt was fair in exchange for the use of your phone, he didn't really… like you? Did he?

His exit was just a little bit strange, he seemed almost panicked. You wanted to ask if everything was ok, but figure it best to stay out of a hero's business. Who knows what door you'd be opening if you started to ask too many questions.

Beneath his note is a phone number, obviously his. You can't call him right away, it might seem desperate, but you can open the box.

When the lid comes off, you gasp quietly at what's hidden inside. On a delicate silver chain sits one lovely little pearl. You stand there, amazed and confused. Wondering why on earth somebody like Suneater would leave such a precious little gift for you.

***

You called the number left on the note about an hour after receiving it. As soon as Tamaki picks up the phone your heart leaps into your throat.

"I didn't think y-you'd call." He laughs afterwards, but you can hear traces of genuine anxiety underneath.

"Well, what kind of an asshole would I be if I didn't call back the hero that saved me from a lonely walk home?" Your face crinkles up at your horrid attempt at flirting.

He doesn't seem to mind, though. He gives you a sweet laugh, putting some of your nerves at ease.

"So, uh- coffee?" He wonders.

"I'd love to, I just got off work, but I imagine you're busy doing hero stuff. We can-"

"No I'm not busy." He says quickly, his urgency makes you smile. He's almost boyish in his approach, and it's very charming.

Somehow, between the two of you suffering your way through the conversation, you set a time for coffee.

***

Tamaki makes a quick stop before meeting you, visiting a horrid friend of his in an alleyway a hero should never be unless he's kicking someone's ass.

His "friend" turns out to be a little more than your average criminal. He's a wicked looking man, with a mess of black hair and an abundance of scarring littering his body.

They call him Dabi.

"So what's the plan here? Am I just scarin' the poor girl or do I get to have some real fun?" His smile is devilish, and his eyes are telling.

It makes Tamaki's skin crawl, he stares daggers at the man leaning against the brick of the alleyway.

"If you touch her, I will gut you like a fucking fish." Tamaki says, he's full of rage, but he says it so calmly, so matter of fact.

"You can try." Dabi laughs, "You forget how easy it is to cook seafood."

Tamaki stands there for a brief second, watching the villain, weighing his options.

"I'm not here for banter, can you do the job or not?" His words are clipped, strangely articulate compared to his usual stutter.

"Yeah whatever, I got nothin' planned for tonight, and I do love making little girls scream." He tilts his head back against the wall as Tamaki turns to stalk away.

"Hey, Suneater." Dabi calls out with a lazy voice.

Tamaki freezes and keeps his back to Dabi. He turns his head to the side and waits for him to speak.

"Send her my way when you're done with her." If Tamaki had less of the public eye on him, he would have slit Dabi's throat then and there.

Instead, he swallows his rage as he tosses a hefty wad of cash over his shoulder.

"Don't be late."

***

"You always just drink it black? Not even a little bit of sugar?' You ask, astounded by Tamaki's ability to drink the bitter liquid without any sweetener.

"Sugar is kind of useless for me, I try to eat things that'll help me with m-my quirk." He explains, his deep eyes wander while he talks, like he's watching for something.

That must come with being a hero.

"Does coffee help your quirk?" You ask, a smile playing at your lips when you see him frown at his drink.

"No, but it helps me focus."

You nod playfully before taking a sip, the cafe he's brought you to is incredibly charming. It's not an overly hip establishment, it's just a sweet little hidden gem. Tucked away into a forgotten street, it gives the impression that it's a well kept secret between two best friends.

"Do you feel like people ask too much of you?" You question. It slips out so quickly, running away from you after launching out of your lips.

Your hatred for small talk gets the best of you and you jump the gun, as always. You want to hide, but not before you apologise a thousand times for being too straightforward.

Tamaki looks at you thoughtfully, his eyes show that he's shocked, but not offended.

"Sometimes. It can feel like people expect me t-to be the…" He pauses for a moment, mentally grasping for the right word.

"It feels like people expect Heroes to be this ultimate, universal band-aid. In a lot of ways, we are, but we're still h-human… I-I'm still human…" His voice slows down by the end of his sentence, like he's realized he might be over sharing.

But, you asked him, you wanted to know. You actually care about him? Every bone in his body is screaming at him to grab you, throw you over his shoulder and run away. He feels some carnal desire to just keep you. Hide you from every selfish asshole that would take advantage of the starstruck look in your beautiful eyes.

He can't, though… not yet.

"S-sorry…" He whispers.

And then, you reach across the table to take his hand in yours. He feels the contact all the up his arm, into his chest, into his heart.

So you do want him too.

"Please don't be sorry, I liked listening to you talk." You say quietly.

You did love it, you loved it because you've felt so unheard, so unseen. Being able to provide somebody else with a pair of listening ears serves as a kind of relief for those feelings.

"Can you tell me more?" You test, hand squeezing his own a little more.

He looks almost elated, thrilled to be seen, excited to be heard. Most of all, he's itching to finally have you.

***

The date was nothing short of wonderful, filled with cute little fumblings of words, hands brushing but never holding, and sharing bits and pieces of yourselves with each other.

You flop onto your bed, reminiscent of a teenager who's just had their first kiss. You didn't kiss him goodnight, you chickened out of that. But you did press your lips against his cheek for a brief moment, which seemed to have quite the effect on him.

His breath hitched, his fists balled at his sides, acting like he'd never been touched so tenderly. It made you wonder, is the Hero as lonely as you are?

You glance over at your night stand, seeing the pretty little necklace sitting in its box. You're washed with guilt as you realize you forgot to wear it to coffee, knowing he must have wanted you to. You take it out of the box carefully before pulling it around your neck and hooking it into place. It fits like a choker, snug against your skin, but it feels good to have it so close.

You're ripped from your musing when you hear the unmistakable sound of breaking glass.

Inside your house.

Your blood chills, hair stands up on the back of your neck and you rise from your bed slowly. You try to talk yourself down, kill the first nerves that consume your chest. It was probably a poorly balanced vase… except, you don't own any vases. It could have been a picture? Nope, not a picture, it was just glass… like a window breaking.

There's a gun in your office, but you're in the bedroom. You scan the room for something, anything that could be used for defense. Of course, nothing but a damn notebook.

The police, you should call the police. Your heart clenches when you hear the threatening sound of heavy footsteps falling down your hallway.

They're heading straight for your bedroom.

You lunge at the door, hand landing on the doorknob just as it begins to turn. Desperately, uselessly, you try to lock it. It's too late, though, it's already opening by the time your thumb lands on the lock.

You can hear your blood rushing when the door swings towards you, a large black boot planted on the other side to force it open.

"Sorry 'bout the window, sweetheart. I tried the front door, but it was locked." The intruder chuckles as he invades your bedroom.

You stumble back as you take in his sewn together form, a mess of black leather and scars. Wild, electric blue eyes devour your trembling form as you press yourself back into the wall.

"Oh, hon, you're shakin' like you're in danger. I ain't gonna hurt you, I'm gonna do the opposite." He stalks towards you, somehow moving in slow motion but with incredible speed all at the same time.

Your phone sits on your night stand, only feet away but all too unreachable. You're caged in by his arms as he towers over you, filling your nose with some horrid, smokey smell.

"P-please, you can have anything, j-just don't-"

Your words halt when a long, pale finger traces over your collar bone.

"Don't what? 'J-just don't' what?" He mocks you, eyes lit with a sadistic amusement.

Your heart rattles in your chest as tears prick your eyes, you can't fight him, he's huge. You don't have your gun. You don't have your phone. You're fucked.

"Cryin' already? What's the matter, doll?-" The hand traces your collar bone moves up to wrap around your throat, "Not a fan of villains?"

Your hands paw at his wrist, you will yourself to sputter something out, any kind of objection to whatever he has planned. You try to whimper out a 'stop', but when your mouth finally forms the word, the voice isn't yours, but it's familiar.

It's low, clipped and dangerous as it barks out the warning.

Suneater.

Suddenly, as if he's being yanked to the heavens by the Gods, your assailant is torn away from you. A large, red tentacle captures him by the waist and throws him across the room. You collapse to the ground instantly, curling around your legs as you hear the muffled sounds of a violent fight.

You hide in your own little world, trembling and clenching yourself. You take one peak from between your arms, just to see Tamaki place the intruder in a chokehold before barking some profane threat at him.

The villain is smiling the whole time, he even winks at you.

"If I ever see you near her again, you won't walk away with your life." Tamaki snarls as the stranger breaks away from his hold.

"She's not worth the trouble." He laughs, raising one hand before sending brilliant blue flames blasting towards Tamaki.

You scream involuntarily, reaching out for the Hero as he jumps away from the flames. Once they're gone, the villain is gone as well. Like some cheap magician disappearing off stage. The room is almost entirely untouched by the burst of fire, at most, the tip of your comforter is singed.

The second the fire is gone, Tamaki is walking towards you urgently, pulling you to your feet so he can cradle your face.

"Are you ok? Did he touch you? What happened?" His inky eyes search your face frantically.

You don't answer, you just stutter, clinging to his hands until you can finally squeak out, "I'm ok."

His shoulders drop as he sighs, hands loosening their grip. His eyes flicker down to the necklace, his gaze softens when he sees how pretty it looks on you.

"Y-you… Do you like it?" He asks timidly, glancing up at you.

You breathe for a moment, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in attention.

"I love it." You say quietly, still trembling.

He just saved you, really saved you from a real villain who was planning God knows what, and he's worried about your necklace?

"It's so pr-pretty on you…" He reaches down to touch it, leaving one hand on your cheek.

You take the moment to breathe, remind yourself that you're safe, that you're with a hero now. You observe Tamaki's almost casual appearance, a dry fit shirt and simple tactical pants. It almost helps you relax, seeing him like so… at ease?

His fingers play with the pearl, deep eyes transfixed. Something nearly uncontrollable swells within his chest. It burns and aches and eats at him. You're so close, you're so warm, so soft. He could have you, he could just take you.

"Tamaki?" You prod gently, your own chest stirs, and something pulls you towards him.

His eyes snap up to yours, and something shifts in the air. It feels sticky, heavy, too hard to breathe. His gorgeous form towers over you, pressing you back up against the wall as his eyes devour your trembling body.

"Thank you f-for saving me." You whisper.

He nods earnestly, his breathing is shaking, his hands feel like they're holding back.

"Anything. Anything for you."

That line, that makes you ache.

How long have you felt so lukewarm, so overlooked and forgotten? Too long, far too long. Now, with Tamaki looking down at you like you're priceless, you feel fiery, you feel seen and remembered.

Your hands grasp at his wrists, your eyes flick down to his parted lips. You're not sure what you want to happen next, but you want him as close as you can get him.

"If you let me start, I will not stop." His voice drops and it makes your breath catch.

He feels it too, then.

Is it the high of what you've just gone through? Is it just your body trauma bonding with the man that just saved you? Or do you really, really want him so bad it hurts?

His tone is warning and his eyes are frantic.

"Please." Is the only thing that falls from your quivering lips.

Consequences be damned, motives especially be damned. You need him, and he needs you. That's enough explanation for tonight.

He consumes you much like the villains flames, his lips are on yours almost too fast, his hands are greedy as they hold your face to his.

While you feel similar to a lovesick girl getting kissed for the first time, Tamaki feels like a prisoner finally set free. He feels like a lion that was held in a cage and taunted with a piece of meat. He feels like the door has finally been opened, and he can finally sink his teeth in.

"I wanna feel you." He brings his mouth away from yours with much reluctance, leaving his forehead pressed against yours.

You flounder for a moment, with your mouth feeling dry and your limbs feeling heavy.

"Where?" You choke out, searching his face for any tell.

"God, everywhere." It's a broken request, said like a secret.

"Take it. Whatever you want." Your boldness surprises you both.

You're hooked on the exhilaration, you're craving more, you want to feel something. Even after just a walk home and a coffee date, you want to feel it with Tamaki.

"Don't give me that…" He shivers as he presses his body against yours, making it very evident how much of an affect you're having on him.

"I'll ruin you." He whimpers when you grind back against him, your hands tug at his shirt and you look up at him with wide eyes.

"Who said I don't want that?"

You both stand there frozen, waiting for the other to move, to prove that this isn't a dream.

"Fuck."

His hands descend from cradling your face so they can wrap around your neck with the most gentle grip.

He watches you intently, feels your breath quicken, cherishing the way you bite your lip when his fingers tighten slightly.

Internally, Tamaki is fighting the most challenging battle he's ever had to face. He's had to take on a wide variety of formidable enemies, but right now, nothing seems more formidable than having to hold himself back when he finally has you in his arms.

He wants to take and take and take, for as long as you'll let him… maybe even longer.

She's mine now.

Something shifts in his gaze just then, making him look almost primal. It makes your chest feel frozen, makes it difficult to breathe or focus.

His hands shift around your neck, they feel almost… slippery? Their texture is different, their movement is more fluid. Then, you feel it, the distinct sensation of a suction cup latching against your skin.

Tentacles. He's made each of his fingers a tentacle.

Your eyes stay locked on his, both of you in a heated trance as you watch how the other responds.

One slick tendril crawls up to latch onto your chin, he turns your head upwards and to the side with a thoughtful look. It's almost like he's sizing you up, appraising you.

After a thick moment of silence, he finally speaks.

"I'm going to make you cry." It's a depraved promise, beautifully whispered with no shame.

You stand there, held by him, captured by him. You're helplessly entranced, all rational thought is long gone as you reel over the implications of his statement. All you can know for sure, is you want more.

Despite every red flag, regardless of any common sense, you want more.

"I dare you." You say back to him, the desperation to feel anything other than mundane spurs you onward.

He receives the words like it's a smack to the face, some shock evident in his eyes. He didn't take you for a brat, but he can certainly roll with it.

"You're gonna make this fun for me, aren't you?" He questions, his tentacles grip you tighter now, reminding you who has the high ground.

Mine.

The air shifts, something heavier takes over the mood, it settles in your ribs and wraps around your heart.

He guides you away from the wall, shepherding you around until your back is towards your bed. He starts walking you backwards until your knees buckle once they hit the mattress.

You sit there, gazing up at him, held still by his quirk, transfixed by the power he exudes as he towers over you.

"Has anyone ever had you before?" He asks, finally returning his hand to normal so he can cradle your cheek.

The question has your stomach burning with nerves.

No, nobody ever has.

You shake your head, looking down, cheeks burning as you try to hide your embarrassment.

His reaction shocks you immensely, his whole body shutters and he drops to his knees. His hands settle on your waist as he moves between your legs.

"Th-this is… all mine then?" He asks, he rubs his thumbs over the bottoms of your ribs affectionately.

His eyes are wide and reverent as he waits for your answer, looking like you're some anointed goddess. His eyes skate over every feature he can, and he cherishes each one.

Your confession nearly knocks the wind out of him, especially with how sweet you look, all blushing and embarrassed. It makes his need to rip you apart even stronger.

"Please...let me give you everything…" His hands tighten on you and you feel them shaking.

You study him for a second, at a complete loss for words, he seems so… devoted. It pulls on your heart, clouds your mind and lights your body up. How could you possibly say no to him? How on earth could you turn someone away when they’re looking at you like you’re placed on an altar ready to be worshiped.

Carefully, like you’re trying not to frighten a beast, you reach out and touch his face. He moves into your touch like a lonely cat, desperate for affection and recognition.

“Please…” You breathe.

And that’s all it takes.

His breath leaves his lungs in a harsh rush as he moves forward like a leopard, lean and precise as he forces you onto your back.

Your blood rushes so quickly you swear you can hear it, your mouth goes dry as he stares you down. He’s suddenly less reverent, now he’s ravenous. A dangerous, carnivorous look dances in his dark eyes. His judgement is clouded just like yours, only it fuels him, while your state is much more terrified. Any spunk you had in you is thrown out the window as he leers over you.

You shrink into the mattress as he hovers above you on all fours, heavy eyelids and parted lips giving him a nearly drugged look.

“When you say everything-” He whispers, moving so he can settle on his knees between your open legs, “Do you mean this too?” He drops his hips as he questions you, pressing something very hard into your thigh, something very intimidating.

He watches your eyes go wide, a wicked grin spreading across his face when you gasp after he rolls his hips. His arms cage you, a strong hand placed on either side of your head, the position makes you feel so pathetic, so helpless, but it gives you an incredible rush.

“Don’t look so scared, it won’t hurt.” He dips down to press his hot, open mouth against your neck, tongue lapping at your pulse. A dark chuckle leaves his chest, “Not much, at least.”

Then he’s definitely less reverent, he’s no longer worshipful, he’s a wicked, unleashed best. His hands are selfish as they remove your clothes, his mouth is voracious against your skin. He has you panting and twitching in seconds, musing at you when your reactions are particularly strong.

It’s when he snakes down your body, wetting your skin with his tongue, settling between your breasts so he can suck harshly at the heated skin, that you finally feel something break within you. You arch into his touch, fisting your hands in his raven hair, whimpering so beautifully for him as he works you up.

He knows what he’s doing, he’s skilled, well equipped for pulling you apart. He’s already descended into some debauched state of being, and he’s pulling you down with him.

“Nobody’s ever tasted this sweet little cunt before, have they?” He asks against your skin, latching his mouth back to the spot he’s focused on marking, but looking up at you with inquiring eyes.

You try to swallow, shake your head, do something, but all you can do is lay there naked and gasping.

He laughs again, a wicked thing that leaves his chest like a wisp of wind. He slides a hand up your body, he flicks over your nipple with his thumb on the way up, pulling another whimper out of you.

His hand latches onto your jaw, then he shakes your head for you, doing what he knows you can’t.

“Oh baby…” He sighs, “You saved it for me?” He teases, hips grinding against you, the cloth of his pants creates a strange kind of friction against your clit, not unpleasant, but not pleasurable. Where the hell did the sweet, stuttering hero go? If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looks deviant… almost villainous.

“Tama- please.” You shiver, not sure what you’re asking for, but certain that you need more.

“Good girl, talk to me.” His hand slinks down your throat before he rises to his knees.

Your eyes lock on the tightness of his pants, trying not to panic at the sheer size of the imprint he’s making on them.

His shirt is pulled over his head, messing his hair in the most handsome way, and the breath is ripped from your lungs.

He’s stunning, broad and strong looking. He’s all porcelain skin over well trained muscle. Built perfectly for the work he does. Built perfectly for ripping apart poor little girls like you.

“I liked the look you got when I had my tentacles on you.” He sighs, letting a hand fall to your bare stomach so he can trace lazy circles against you.

“Did you like that? Do you want me to use my tentacles to play with you?” He questions.

His voice is low, it’s rich and warm and dripping with seduction. Nothing like the tentative, wobbly tone he usually has. It rips the ground out from underneath you, leaves you panting and blinking like a brain dead fool as you gawk up at his prowling form.

“Just a yes or no, if you can manage it.” He smiles sweetly up at you, splaying his hand across your quaking abdomen.

You breathe deeply, trying to steady yourself, trying to catch up with what he’s said.

“Y-yes.” You whisper, barely audible, hardly heard over your labored breathing.

His other hand mirrors the one he has on you, sliding around to hold you by the waist, a gentle cage meant to establish dominance.

“Yes… what?” He prompts, pressing his thumbs down.

You falter then, your tongue feels heavy, your mind slows and you’re suddenly void of all vocabulary. Were you really really about to let one of the most well known pros wreck your body with his quirk? Were you actually laid out for him like this? You know so little of him, your only information gathered from small talk, but something about that had you buzzing.

You could be whoever you want to be, you don’t have to be the floundering virgin. You don’t have to be so damn shell shocked.

“Yes, D-daddy.” You test, hoping to God or whoever is listening that you got the right name.

By the way his eyes flutter closed, the way his grip tightens, the way his body tenses, you sure as hell did.

“That’s it.” He sighs, “-and what about you?” He wonders, his hold going gentle again.

You? What about you?

Tamaki watches you carefully, barely containing the raging storm inside him, barely holding back the carnal urge to turn every limb to a pretty purple tentacle and stuff you until you’re crying for mercy.

Not yet, don’t fuck this up.

“Princess? Darling?” He asks, lowering himself back down to kiss down your stomach, looking up at you through his thick lashes.

“Whatever you want.” You answer. Your sweet, sacred submission makes him close his eyes and breathe in.

Hold it. Not. Yet.

“You’re like an angel.” He breathes, making you shiver under the weight of the high praise.

He notices your reaction immediately, smiling to himself.

“So that’s it.” He presses a long kiss just under your belly button, bringing attention to how naked you are, and how naked he is not.

Your thighs squeeze together and your arms come up to cover your chest, suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to keep it all out of view.

His hands are on your wrist and his body is crouched over yours again before you can blink. He pins your hands beside your head, looking down at you with some wild, unbridled kind of look in his eyes.

“You do not get to hide from me.” His shoulders flex as he pushes your wrists down into the mattress, earning a whine from you as the pressure starts to ache.

“You’re mine. That means I get all of you.” He bites the words off, but keeps his voice quiet.

You should be scared, crying even, but the only thing you feel is exhilaration, the ache between your legs and the fluttering of your heart as he overpowers you with just the look in his eyes and a few harsh words.

“Do you understand me?” He eases up on your wrists slightly, looking more stern, less unhinged.

“I-I do, I’m sorry.” You whimper out.

He considers you for a brief second, eyes growing softer as he watches the way your pretty lip trembles.

“It’s ok.” He releases your wrists and speaks gently, “You’re ok.”

The reassurances makes you dizzy, especially in contrast with how rough he just was.

"Hold still for me, angel." Then he’s back to mouthing at your skin.

His teeth meet your collarbone and your hands reach for his messy hair.

“There?” He asks against you, a smile in his voice as he lets his teeth gather your skin again. The spot he finds makes you dizzy, you feel the heat spread across your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Tamaki is still stuck in his own chains, fighting against them as he focuses on the way you twitch for him, the way your body rolls when he bites harder.

So she likes it.

Your body heats up, it's all so overwhelming. It's so different from anything you've ever felt, and you can't believe it's with him.

Then his kisses get more sloppy, his teeth are sharper against you. He leaves you shining with his spit, painted in blooming purple and red bruises as he begins his journey down your body.

"Da-addy." You sniffle when he bites into the underside of your breast.

It doesn't feel loving, it doesn't feel passionate, it just feels rough.

"Hush." He mumbles against you, "If you can't take this I might as well stop now." He looks up at you, challenging you.

"I can t-take it, I can." You breathe, nodding, looking at him with begging eyes, "Please, don't stop."

He honest to god growls against you. You couldn't possibly know what you do to him, how sweet your willingness sounds, how beautiful you look laid out for him. He knows he should take his time, and he resents that fact. He almost resents you for being so sweet and needy. With all the things he wants to do to you, he almost, almost, wishes you had at least some experience. This makes you his completely, though, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

His hot mouth moves lower and lower until he's tonguing at your hip bone, pulling the skin into his mouth so he can work his teeth against it. He will mark you wherever he can, as long as you'll let him.

Your hips roll up against him, making him smirk at how needy you're acting.

"Ask for it." He whispers, hungry hands slide up the outsides of your thighs, "Ask for what you want."

His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, sending the breath from your lungs as he glares up at you. He lets his wet tongue loll out to give a teasing flick against the crux of your thigh.

You take a deep breath in and cling to the sheets for dear life, "Please, use your mouth on me."

He smiles so sweetly then, looking mildly amused.

"Here?" He goes back to that same spot, sucking and teasing, looking all too pleased with himself.

"Be specific, angel, tell me where you need me."

Tamaki knows for a fact that he didn't have to spend his time making you ask for things, he knows what you want, he knows how to give them to you. He could take whatever he needs, probably without much a fight from you, but what fun would that be? He would miss the pretty blush creeping across your skin, and the sweet little tears in your big eyes. No, he wouldn't be missing this, not for the world.

"I wanna feel your tongue, please, use your mouth on m-my cunt." You shiver, timid and uncertain about your phrasing.

It seems to do the trick though, because Tamaki's eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

He answers with a low moan before grabbing you by the insides of your thighs so he can spread you open. Once the air of the room hits you, you're made painfully aware of just how soaked you are.

It makes Tamaki look like a wild man, all blown out pupils blushing cheeks.

Almost in slow motion, he presses his tongue into the spot right above your clit, making you whine and buck against his mouth.

"Needy little thing." He says, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze, "But I suppose I have teased enough."

Then he's on you, and the second his tongue meets your weak spot you know you're ruined. You know that not one person will ever hold a candle to Tamaki Amajiki.

He pulls away for only a second, just to whisper praises up to you, "Your cunt tastes like everything I've ever needed."

You huff at him in disbelief, not knowing what to say or do, heart soaring because of his confession.

Then he dives back in, and he gets sloppy with it, setting a pace that feels so good it aches. The heat spreads through every limb, and settles somewhere deep in your chest. Everything tingles and burns, and breathing seems nearly impossible.

Internally, Tamaki is raging. He’s so close to losing it, he feels himself slipping, your taste spreads across his tongue is the culmination of months of watching and waiting and wanting. He wants to drown in you, he wants to rip you to shreds. No more watching you through windows, no more fucking his fist while he wishes with everything he has that it was your precious little pussy. He has you now, spread open and vulnerable. He knows he could shove your face into the pillows and let loose on you, stuff every hole with an invasive tentacle, the thought makes him even more feral, it makes him work even harder as he eats you.

Every roll of his tongue against your clit makes you throb and buck, which makes him growl and push you down against the mattress. He's loud and messy, slurping and moaning, letting it drip down his chin and his throat, never once letting up.

Your head is thrown back against the pillows, eyes drilled shut. You know damn well if you saw him, you wouldn't last another second. He builds you up until your thighs are trembling and you're a whiny little mess.

Perfect.

Suddenly, the texture of his tongue changes drastically. It's much more slippery, and much thicker. Your head shoots up, and you nearly sob at what you see. Tamaki, with his eyes wild and his jaw dropped, is letting a wicked looking tentacle hang from his mouth.

His quirk.

He smirks up at you as the tip of it writhes against your clit, flicking and circling as he watches the tears start to fall from your face. You can't possibly keep up, you didn't know anything could ever feel this good.

You watch the suction cups ripple as he moves the muscle against you, then he does the unthinkable. He latches one of them onto your clit. Your eyes cross and you bring a fist to your mouth so you can bite on it and muffle your screams.

He hates that.

With another rumbling growl, he lets his hands turn to tentacles as well. You watch helplessly as he snakes them up your arms, ripping your hand away from your mouth so he can pin both limbs to the bed. The tentacles are strong, surprisingly warm, and so damn slippery.

It's hard to tell if you're close to the edge, it's felt that way the whole time, everything feels so hot and tight and good.

He smiles as you cry out and thrash against the bed, full of admiration for the usefulness of his own quirk.

“Too much! D-daddy, it’s too much.” You sniffle out as you feel a stinging feeling in your cunt, it’s not necessarily an unpleasant sting, but it’s too much.

He ignores your objection, choosing to simply suck harder at your overstimulated sweet spot. He revels in your pitifully low threshold, planning to do so much worse to your poor, inexperienced body.

The ache in your cunt continues to push the tears from your eyes, and eventually, drool from your mouth. The suction cup works dutifully against your clit, making you feel so overwhelmed you don't know if you can cum.

Then you feel the prodding at your entrance.

Then you really scream.

Holding that one little suction cup to your clit, he snakes the tip of his tentacle into your dribbling hole. He furrows his dark brows and moans against you when he feels how tight you are, desperate to feel the velvety walls around his cock.

"Holy fucking shit." You gasp.

He watches the dramatic rise and fall of your quaking chest, your baffled eyes trying to keep track of everything happening to your body, and he swears he falls even more in love.

You're so willing, so compliant, so at his mercy.

He crooks the tip of the tentacle towards himself just a bit, and it's like you've been struck by lightning. You cum hard, harder than you ever have. You're a mess of twitching limbs, shivering as your cunt clenches so hard your feel it in your fucking chest. You sob into the air, broken and tearful as he works you through it.

You feel the hold on your arms tighten as your body arches away from the mattress. As you feel every inch of you ignite, you know that you're ruined for everyone else.

As soon as you lower yourself so you're flat to the mattress, the tentacles around your arms slip away and turn back into his hands.

The one between your legs still plays with you a little bit, prodding at your clit, lapping up your mess. Tamaki laughs as you jump and twitch, whimpering and gasping as he milks your body for every after shock you can give him.

You watch him pull the tentacle back into his mouth, flicking it over his lips to gather your release before disappearing into his mouth. You watch his eyes flutter shut, you watch him shiver and you hear the sweetest little moan in the back of his throat.

“You’re pretty when you cry.” He mumbles, looking up at you with the most tender look in his eyes. It’s a harsh contrast with all the cum dripping down his chin.

“You move a lot, too. It’s fun.” He states, almost like some kind of twisted review, “I don’t mind holding you down like that.”

The drop in the tone of his voice makes a chill creep up your spine.

“In fact…” He lifts himself up so he can start to crawl up your body, “I really, really enjoyed it.”

You gasp for words, wind stolen from your lungs as he presses his messy mouth against your sternum.

“Something tells me you did too.” He whispers.

Your voice is finally found, somewhere deep in your chest, hidden and nearly forgotten, “What makes you say that?” You ask timidly.

He pulls his head up to look down at you with a confident smirk, “The mess you made.”

To prove his point, he swipes two fingers through your folds, gathering your creamy release before holding it up to the light. He looks so damn proud, like he’s showing off.

“Messy girl.” He smiles, as you watch him bring his coated fingers to his lips, sucking the sin off with a greedy pop from his lips.

“Oh, how selfish of me.” He sighs before grabbing you by the chin, “I should share.”

He pulls your mouth open then slowly leans over you so he can push the mess back through his lips. You oblige like a robot, stunned by the debauchery, letting him guide you through this act. He lets it fall from his lips slowly, creating a long string from his mouth to yours. The second it hits your tongue, something clicks for you. Something dark and smokey settles in your gut, something all consuming and blinding. It rids you of boundaries and reservations, it fills you with nothing but the man in front of you.

He watches you with a pointed gaze, shutting your jaw for you so you can swallow what he gave you.

“What do you say?” He asks.

You feel the burn in your chest, the embers in your skin, “More, please.”

“Fucking hell," The words tumble out as a breath mostly, "You want more?" He questions, grabbing you by the wrist so he can place your palm just above the waist of his pants.

You nod up at him, vision blurred by the heat of his skin against your palm.

"Then take it." He leans down to say it, biting off the words.

A challenge.

You can't possibly disappoint him, you can't possibly leave him wanting. Take it? How are you supposed to take it?

In a wild moment of confidence, mostly your body moving without the permission of your mind, you wrap your legs around his lean hips so you can flip him onto his back.

Your eyes lock the second you feel him pressing against you, hard and thick, and terribly intimidating in length.

He watches you for a moment, then hastily grabs you by the back of the neck so he can pull you down for another kiss. It's hot and needy, full of wicked want and unabashed selfishness. It tickles your ribs, creeps up your neck, and secures itself greedily around all of your common sense.

Tamaki had no intentions of letting you take anything, it's a game to him. He'll let you have your moment, let you feel like you have the reigns, but he'll take it right back. His has you under control, he vows that he always will.

Your chest flutters with a clawing, aching feeling.

More more more.

"Fuck me." It's a prayer, whimpered against his delicate lips, "Please, fuck me." You dig your hands into his hair, cherishing the sweet noises they leave him as you beg.

Under control.

"Tell me you need it." He sighs, answering your prayer by sending his hands down to work urgently at his belt.

"Tell me you need me."

You bring your face back from his just enough to look into his dark eyes, and you see tears welling in them.

He needs to feel needed.

"Please, I need it, I need you, Suneater."

Everything freezes for a brief second, the air thickens and his eyes darken as you wait with a held breath for his next move.

Then, everything is flying around you. You feel the bite of fingertips against your waist, your stomach hits the mattress, possibly the sound of his pants being taken off. Your senses are dulled by the raging swirl of emotions beating inside you as your hips are lifted up, and a hand shoves your face into the pillow.

"Who's your hero?" His voice is rough, his hand gathers your hair and cranks your head to the side, "Who is your fucking hero?" He's barking the words out now, harsh and demanding.

And holy hell does it get you going.

"You are! You're my hero, Suneater." You cry out, craning your neck to look at him.

You expected furrowed brows, a straight mouth and furious eyes. What you're met with is nothing of the sort. A soft pink blush across his cheeks and the tips of his pointed ears, tears wetting his cheek, and a quivering lip.

With your eyes on him, he makes a show of sliding his hand down his front so he can grab at his length. He lets it fall against your ass, heavy and painfully hard.

"Don't forget that." He says simply, sliding his thick head down through your slicked lips.

The contact makes you both shudder deep in your souls.

"Daddy, please." Your voice is pitiful as you fist the sheets and press back against him.

"So slutty." He muses, releasing your hair so he can run his nails down your back, "Poor thing, never been fucked, needs it so bad, doesn't she?"

You nod fervently and fuss as he presses his head against your tight hole. You tense and shiver, not at all prepared for what's to come.

"I need it, I need you, please please please." You have one thought now, no reservations, you need him.

"I'm gonna ruin this little cunt." He says, a warning tone in his voice.

The hand that was tracing your spine suddenly feels very cold and wet.

His damn quirk.

He takes his time, letting the thick tentacle slither around your waist. It wraps around you twice, teasing you with the pops of the suction cups, leaving pretty purple circles all over your abdomen.

He lifts you easily, pulling you up so your back is pressed against his chest.

"Ruin it, please, it's yours, I'm yours." You sniffle, looking down at your trapped position.

With a low, menacing growl, he sinks his teeth into your neck, and his cock into your heat.

Tamaki holds his breath, willing himself not to fill you up right this second. You're too damn tight, so warm and velvety. You're so perfect, and so completely his.

You sob into the air, hands reaching out to hold the headboard as you feel like you're being ripped apart.

"Oh don't scream, Angel, people might think something's wrong." His voice is shaking now, and the hold on your waist tightens.

You focus on relaxing, letting your walls lose their tension, but it's all fruitless. He's too big, he fills you too well, and all you can do is take it.

"Here, let me give that mouth something to do."

His other hand comes around to hold your throat, turning each finger into a tentacle again. It leaves you reeling and gasping as he presses further into you, wrapping what would be his middle finger around your throat. He wraps it around twice, like he did with your waist. The appendage comes up to rest its tip on your bottom lip.

The sensation makes you dizzy, especially when it finally snakes into your panting mouth. It doesn't really taste like anything, it just feels wet and slick, the texture of the suction cups is the strangest thing about it. He rocks his hips so gently, squeezing you tighter everywhere he's holding you.

You don't feel like a moth drawn to a flame, you feel like a moth caught in a spider's web. All tangled up, not willing to fight to escape, not even wanting to.

"You're so damn tight." He stutters out, pressing his hips flush against your own.

You cry out and gag against the tentacle stuffing your mouth, digging your nails into the headboard as he chuckles behind you.

"You're such a pretty little mess for me. Your cunt's already dripping."

You don't doubt it, it has to be with how badly your core aches around him as he stretches you.

Your thighs start to tremble as you wait for him to move, sniffling as the tears fall from your eyes and the drool spills from your lips.

A pretty little mess indeed.

Slowly, he drags his hips back with a hiss before pushing back in. He takes his time with it, building an agonizing pace that offers you no release. There's only the pressure, only your clit screaming for attention, only the maddening tease of his head against your sweet spot with every torturous push in.

"Fuck angel, I gotta break this pussy in, don't I?" His words pull another pitiful moan from you, nodding and whining is all you're capable of.

His picks up speed just enough to make you tense even more, still painful, still mind numbing.

"You look so fucking pretty on the end of my cock."

His words pour over you like hot wax, heating you up, making you drip. The heat seeps deep into your skin, making you squirm and clench.

He speeds his thrusting up slightly, then more, and more, and more, until you’re shrieking and choking against the tentacle stuffing your mouth. Your hands fly up to claw at it, wanting to tell him how it feels, wanting to thank him for the way he’s fucking you.

It’s still painful, each thrust splits you open with a sting, but it’s so damn good. The sharp stretching is absolutely spectacular, and it sends your brain into somewhere dark and smokey, it leaves you with a wide open feeling in your chest. It leaves you wanting more.

“What’s the matter, sweet thing?” He taunts, “Tell me about it, then, how’s Daddy make you feel?” He turns each tentacle back into a finger slowly, pulling out of your mouth, leaving you a gasping mess.

Through spit and tears, you praise him, words spewing out between moans as your body jolts from each punishing snap of his hips.

“So fucking good! You make me feel so good!” You cry, clinging to his forearm as he brings you closer to his chest.

The tentacle around your waist starts to slither down your stomach, “This isn’t even half of what I’m capable of doing to you,” The tip of it gives the hood of your clit a teasing flick, “-and you’re already such a slut for me.” His chuckle is dark and full as the tip of his skilled tentacle zeros in on your sweet spot, rubbing and wriggling against it until you’re screaming.

“Say it. Say you’re my little slut.” His words are a harsh demand against your ear, leaving no room for disobedience.

“I- f-fuck- I can’t! I ca-an’t!” You sob, not able to catch your breath between thrusts.

Tamaki eats that right up, swelling with pride as he fucks you speechless, delirious with the fact that he finally has your cunt gripping his cock.

Before he can bark another order at you, you finally pull the words out of your closing throat, "I'm your slut," You gasp as drool rolls down your chin, "I'm your little slut."

He throws his head back and throws everything he has into every thrust, his moans are obscene, high pitched and broken as he feels how hard you squeeze him when he speeds up the tip of his tentacle against your clit.

"Give it to me, I feel that greedy cunt tryin' to milk me, give me that fuckin cum." He huffs against your ear. Your entire body seizes up, shaking violently as ribbons of pleasure shoot through you. You pulse around Tamaki almost violently, earning some very rough sounding moans from him as he works you through it.

Your orgasm lasts for what feels like an eternity, you shiver with every throb of your walls. It possesses that same almost painful pleasure, and it's everything you've ever wanted. At some point, the tentacle around your waist turns to a hand, still absentmindedly rubbing you as you come down.

He lets your torso fall forward, leaving you bent over and exposed for him. His hands smooth over your ass, and you realize he's still so fucking hard.

"Can you take more, angel?"

You nod against the tear soaked pillow you've pressed your face into, not sure that you even can, but willing to try.

"Good," He bends down to press kisses into your spine as he pulls out, "'Cause you're going to."

He pulls out, almost full of regret, wanting to live the rest of his life buried inside you.

Now he can have some fun, mind cleared slightly by finally feeling you come undone around him. He's still hazy, still slightly frenzied, but less ravenous, less of a starved man waiting for his meal, more of a well fed man waiting for desert.

His hands hold your waist gently so he can guide you onto your back. You oblige, more than willing to let him have his way.

You finally get a good look at him, and you're astounded by just how pretty his dick looks. All pale and pink, swollen and shiny, it makes you dizzy with admiration.

"You're terribly beautiful." He whispers, cradling your waist so he can worship your stomach with soft kisses, "I don't believe you're even real."

Sweetness oozes through your tingling limbs, pouring over you like warm honey. His tender mouth brings you back down, soothes you into a state of catharsis. Your body settles, but your heart picks back up when his lips are on your hips.

Your eyes meet his, and you share the sentiment that he just might not be real. He pears up at you through a mess of indigo hair, eyes full of what you can only describe as devotion.

He explores your body with his hands, dipping his thumbs into every crook he can, palming handfuls of your plush thighs. He seems to have a soft spot for your hips though, pulling at your love handles, letting his breath speed up each time until he's panting against you.

With every pull of his hands, you bend for him, push into him, work with him. You both find a rhythm, falling into an easy dance of grabbing and needing.

"I want to keep you." He breathes, placing a hand on either side of your waist so he can lift himself over you, "I want to have you."

He gathers your legs while he speaks, hooking his hands under your knees so he can fold you up.

"You have me." You whisper, reaching out to lay your fingers on the sides of his ribs.

You watch his skin twitch under your touch, you watch his eyebrows sag into an almost heartbroken look.

He looks down between your bodies, quivering when he sees his heavy cock resting against your stomach. He feels so incredibly proud of you in that moment, for taking him so well, and asking for more.

She's mine. She said I have her.

The concept brings another wave of primal desire crashing down on his self control.

His fingers dig into your skin, biting at the flesh, spreading you open for him as he puts his weight on your legs.

You clench in anticipation, teased by the pressure of his hot length resting against you.

"I can take it." You say quietly, sliding your hands up his lean body so you can lace them into his inky hair.

He melts into your touch, stunned by your gorgeous submission.

"Fuck, angel." His words are shattered as they fall from his lips.

You reach down between your bodies and wrap your hand around his weeping tip. He trembles and hiccups as you push him down so he's lined up with where you need him.

"Please, I want all of it." m.

“Careful.” He pants, looking down at you with a warning in his eyes.

It doesn’t create hesitation in you though, only curiosity.

“We’re being careful now?” You tease, sliding him up and down your slit.

“You little devil.” He hisses, grabbing your wrist harshly, “You think you’re cute, don’t you?”

You freeze and blink up at him, once again shocked by his quick change in temperament.

“You wanna act like a tease now?” He questions, bringing your hand up so he can press it into the mattress with his.

“Did you find yourself a cute little attitude?” His voice drips with venom, it bites at your insides and melts your skin.

“That’s ok, angel.” He lets your hand go so he can press on the backs of your thighs again, successfully folding you completely in half, “I’ll fuck it out of you.”

Before you can breathe, blink, or respond, he’s splitting you open with a brutal pace. He laughs deep in his chest when you cry out, he mocks you when your hands fly to his abs in an attempt to slow his assault. A wicked smile spreads across his pretty face when tears stain your flushed cheeks once again.

“Cryin’ again so soon? Is it too much, baby? You need Daddy to slow down?” He’s testing you, only thrusting harder as he taunts you for your sobbing and moaning.

“No!” You gasp between tears, “Don’t stop, please, fuck me like that.”

“That’s my girl.”

His thrusts are ruthless, sharp, unforgiving. He rocks your body and the bed with each plunge in, headboard crashing against the wall. Each drive into you is enchanting, it teaches you something new, opens new doors, shows you a new, brilliant world of depravity. The way the pleasure shoots all the way up your spine with every drag of his cock, it’s something you want to feel until you die, you’d even be happy if this is the way you die.

You watch him disappear inside of you over and over, pulling out just as quick, covered in slick and sin. Tamaki is in his own feral world, watching your lovely face crumble and pout as he fills you. His hands are angry against the back of your thighs, nails digging in hard enough to bring little pearls of scarlet to the surface.

When you start to whine from the sting, he flashes you a lazy smile before stuffing his fingers into your mouth. He presses the blood covered fingertips into your tongue just enough to make drool spill from the sides of your mouth.

“Hush, you’ll learn to love it.”

His smile turns wolfish when he watches your eyes roll back. It’s all so black-hearted, it’s everything you’ve kept yourself from, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

You both throb and cry then, your bodies smack as they meet, obscene and wet as you chase your undoing. Tamaki knows he’s not going to last much longer, and he curses himself for it. He doesn’t want to stop, especially when you wince so sweetly when his thrusts are a little too deep. He wants to watch you suck his fingers forever, crying against his palm as he turns you into his perfect little slut.

“You’re gonna give me one more, aren’t you, angel? You owe me that, I saved your life after all.” He slides his fingers from your mouth, dragging your spit down your chin before grabbing you by the throat, “Answer if you can, I know it must be hard to speak when you’re getting fucked this good.”

His words drown you in lust, your hands claw at his back, painting angry red lines down the pretty porcelain canvas, “Take it! Fuck- Take it, Suneater, take it all.”

It’s not a demand, it’s a plea, it’s a craving formed deep within your freshly corrupted heart.

Your begging pulls desperate, whiny sounds from him. With his eyes screwed shut he lets the hand on your thigh manifest the tentacles in place of his fingers. He throws all of his energy into that, trying to stall the twitching of his dick as your hot insides massage him with their relentless pulsing.

“Are you sure about that?” He tests, letting the tentacles snake around your thigh before slithering down to where your bodies meet.

Immediately, one starts flicking at your clit, making your back go rigid as he grins down at his good work.

You wail his name, nails biting at his skin even more but he pays no mind. He has a mission, he’s going to take all of it.

He focuses on making his tentacles grow, two long enough to reach up your body and tug at your nipples, and one other snaking down through the mess you’re making to prod at your asshole. Your eyes widen with shock as your body ignites, it’s too much, it’s all too much. Every sensation is heightened, every poke and flick and thrust sends shards of pleasure flying through you, piercing you from every direction.

You let yourself cry completely then, throwing your head against Tamaki’s collar bone before sobbing into his chest. You know you’re cumming, you can feel it somewhere amongst all the other stimulation, but it’s nearly drowned out, and Tamaki is still fucking you just as hard as he was when this all started.

“More, you have more for me, I fucking know it.” He huffs as he finally pushes into your ass with the tentacle.

The ones on your nipples latch on with their suction cups as he fills you more and more.

“Give it to me, angel, give it all to your hero.”

That’s the final push, the last thing you need to send you into the most frenzied orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Your vision goes white as your body convulses, ripped apart by the flames of euphoria that turn everything you’ve ever known to ash. Somewhere in the distance you hear Tamaki praising you, telling you how tight you feel, how beautiful you look, how good you are for him.

It’s lost in the fray, though, all blurring together as you shake violently around him. The only thing that brings you back slightly, is the break in his voice when he sobs, “I’m gonna stuff that little cunt with my cum, I’m gonna make you mine.”

Your hand is at the back of his neck instantly, pulling him down for a messy, aimless kiss. His moans spill into your mouth as his hips falter, turning to slow, stuttering thrusts as he starts to pump his release deep into you.

“I’m yours - I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours.” You chant it against his lips as his tears fall to your cheeks, mixing with your own as you both shatter for each other.

Coming back down isn't easy at all. It's slow and needy, your hands still pulling at whatever skin they can grab, hips rolling against each other, trying with everything you both have to prolong that rapturous feeling.

Frantically, painfully, he pulls himself out of you. He slides his hot mouth down your body, nipping and sucking as he descends to your messy cunt. He spreads your legs wide so he can bury his face between them. He teases your clit briefly, but moves quickly to press his open mouth against your hole.

Your skin boils as you watch the nasty show. His eyes cross sinfully and flutter shut as he tongue at your well used pussy. When he pulls back, his chin is covered in some wretched mixture of your combined releases. He moves back up your body like an animal stalking its prey.

He grabs your jaw and you open so willingly. His mouth is on yours instantly, pushing the warm liquid onto your tongue with his own. It’s a spunky, intense flavor, almost overwhelming as he spreads it around your mouth. It creates a dark, blurry feeling in your chest, though. It makes you feel alive, it makes you want more.

He pulls back slowly, a thick string of saliva and sin connecting your lips as he pants down at you.

“You’re such a good little girl.”

His lips are everywhere, pressing against your cheekbones, your nose, your forehead. His hands return to normal so he can cradle your face. You both lay there, still joined, catching your breath.

"Angel?"

The tenderness in his voice pulls you back down to earth, and when you open your eyes, you find yourself lost in his. It’s a harsh but marvelous contrast with the sharp edges of his previous behavior.

"Does anything h-hurt?" He asks timidly.

The stutter is back, the anxious look in his eyes, the restlessness in his hands.

You reach out to hold his face like he's holding yours, "Tamaki, no, nothing hurts. You made me feel so good."

You don't ever want to be a source of hesitation for him again. You want to make it better. He's brilliant, he's brave, he saved your damn life. He doesn't need to be so scared around you.

"You're my hero, Suneater." You pull him down for a soft, intimate kiss.

He breathes out against you, more of his tears wet your cheeks but you don't mind.

He's allowed to feel this, he earned this.

When the kiss breaks he searches your face, waiting for you to laugh at him, to push him off, to change your mind.

You don't, though.

You stay there with him, loving him and full of him.

"And you're mine."

You both settle there, kissing skin that hasn't been kissed before, finding ways to make each other fall even more.

Tamaki tells himself he did the right thing. You don't ever have to know why Dabi chose your house to break into. You don't ever need to be told that he spent endless nights watching you from the window, because he has you know.

It would be wrong of him to tell you, you wouldn't understand it. It would break your heart and ruin everything. Then, it would get messy. You might try to run away, and that would mean he'd have to keep you in different ways.

He shakes the thoughts from his head. He can keep you like this, laid out and blushing for him, so soft and beautiful.

You belong to him now, and that's all that there is.

"Can I take care of you?” He asks softly, playing with the necklace he gave you as he gives you a shy glance.

“You just did.” You let yourself laugh a little as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“No, not like that.” He smiles softly, dipping down to kiss your neck so softly you almost can’t feel it, “Like this.”

He presses his lips against a mark you didn’t know he made, lingering for a moment as his eyes flutter shut.

“These say that you’re mine.” His thumb traces over one of the circular bruises on your ribs, “They say you have someone protecting you.”

The prospect makes your heart soar. He’s right, belonging to him means you’ll always be safe, you’ll always have somebody willing to fight for you, maybe even somebody willing to stay with you.

“This says that you belong to me.” He loops a finger around the delicate pearl on your necklace, pulling gently, not enough to make you go anywhere, but enough to make you feel the metal tug against the back of your neck.

‘You do belong to me, don’t you.” He asks, a wild, fearful look in his eyes.

You do, you just told him so, you just cried to him and vowed that you were his just moments ago.

“I do, I belong to you, I swear.” You reassure him, pulling a deep sigh from his chest.

You don’t understand the way he aches for you, the way he’s addicted to you. He was already hooked, from just glances and flighty touches. Now, having felt your soft skin, the tuck of your waist, having seen you cry and heard you call his name, he’s willing to admit his obsession.

He does take care of you, he does it beautifully. He carries you to the bathroom where he sets you on the edge of the tub. He fills it with warm, soapy water before picking you up bridal style so he can settle into the water with you in his lap.

Neither of you bother to turn a light on, content with the glow of the moon shining through the skylight. Tamaki paints your shoulders with soft kisses as he rubs soothing circles into your back. He takes his sweet time, wiping away the sweat and the tears, mindful of the tender spots on the back of your thighs.

“Beautiful, you’re so beautiful.” He sighs, “An angel, nothing less.”

You melt into him, lost in his praise, blinded by his devotion as well as your own.

Tamaki is just as lost, if not more, only becoming more possessive with every gentle touch, with every whispered adoration.

This is how it’s meant to be, and you don’t ever need to know how it all fell into place. He did the right thing, after all. This isn’t a problem, he’s in love. He’s in love and now he has you.

He intends on keeping it that way.

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