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i’m your girl - ellie williams

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ellie williams x reader, slight!abby x reader

₊* summary : after catching your girlfriend cheating on you, your best friend ellie offers a little more than some much needed quality time together.

₊* warnings : smut minors dni, language, cheating, dom!ellie 🤭 sub!reader, light spanking, abby and ellie tensionnnn, slight ellie x cat, reader uses she/her pronouns, intended lowercase, bad writing, not proof read. if i miss any please let me know!! 🤍

₊* a/n : EEEEK hi everyone! this is my FIRST EVER FIC! don’t be fooled though, i’ve been apart of this lovely community for years and have loved reading all of your lovely works!! i really wanted to try and give this a shot because im a hoe and i have some crazy thoughts that i think need to be shared (this one really isn’t crazy this is like the third thing i’ve written so we are going to ease into it 🫡)

anyways i am so excited to share my first fic! it would mean the world if you guys left some positive feedback or constructive criticism so i know how to grow!! i’m also looking for new friends since i don’t post on here so if you want to be friends hmu 😋 i love you all!! again i hope beauties enjoy!!

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walking back from a study sesh, your bubbly laugh fills the halls of dorm as your best friend her story of a disastrous hookup.

“oh my god, ellie. that would happen to you,” you huff out, trying hard to calm yourself down. ellie chuckles while smiling down at you. “i can’t believe cat said a different name!” you couldn’t stop you laughter as ellie explained the awkward interacting with cat. your laugh was her favorite sound in the whole world, which is why she always loved to tweak her stories just a bit. she knew just about everything about you, so of course she knew what made you come undone in a fit a laughter. so maybe cat didn’t actually say someone else’s name. maybe ellie said someone else’s name. maybe she said your name. but you don’t have to know that.

“yeah ya know” she shrugs a bit and pauses. “maybe she just isn’t right for me,” ellie shrugs nonchalantly. “anyways, is abby gonna be in the room?” ellie questions.

“yeah hope that’s okay with you, i didn’t tell her we were coming back so early so she will probably just be in our room and out somewhere,” you explain, as you reached for your dorm room keys. living with your girlfriend in the same dorm room would have some calling you a bit risky, but you never had any doubts with your relationship with abby. you’ve been together for a year now, you trusted her, she treated you good, and you were even kind of starting to picture your life together. however; that daydream becomes a distant afterthought as soon as you open the door of your dorm room. in front of you is your, now ex-girlfriend, naked and on top of none other than the infamous cat who ellie has talked your ear off about.

“what the fuck” you whisper out, your voice coming out raspy as your eyes quickly start swelling up with tears and your throat swells up. abby and cats giggles soon turn into gasps and their heads fly towards your direction. you feel ellie come to your side and put her arm on your back. “why don’t we just step outside quick, baby,” ellie sadly begs you, her voice full of sympathy, but also anger. how could anyone take advantage of such a beautiful girl. her gaze lands right on a worries looking abby who is rushing to put her clothes back on.

“baby no wait look please just give me a sec let me explain it’s not what it looks like,” abby rambles out a bullshit story but you can’t hear anything around you. your tears now rapidly falling.

“what- what- what the fu-fuck abby!” at this point, you can’t control any emotions. it’s impossible to try and stop any tears now. you’re defeated, hurt, and feeling betrayed. you quickly spew out a few choice words at the two girls rushing to get dressed, but slowly relax and fall into the tall body next to you. she gently grabs your arm and drags you out the door, whispering apologizes and begging for you to focus on her as you still throw some daggers at abby. finally clothed, abby forgets all about the girl she was just fingers deep in and rushes out the door towards you.

“hey hey hey please just wait please” abby calls your name as ellie continues to guide you towards her dorm. you can’t even look at her as you continue to cuddle into ellie, who’s arm is gently placed around your figure, shielding you from your panicking ex.

“just fuck off abby you’ve done enough give her some space” ellie turns to yell towards the blonde who’s still right on your tail.

“you can shut the fuck up and stay out of this williams” abby barks back. “this is between me and her, and the last time i checked, she wasn’t your girlfriend.” ellie’s hearts cracks a little at the sentence, wanting none other to call you hers.

“well after the way you just cheated on her, i don’t think she will be yours very soon either,” ellie smirks. abby and ellie get pretty angry pretty fast, spewing out nasty things about each other and who can treat you the best. you were going to go insane. all you wanted to do in this moment was cry.

“ellie?” suddenly, ellie stops at the soft voice that just called her name. she saw you, teary-eyed, staring at her with the most heartbroken look on her face. her eyes softened and jaw unclenched. her heart broke at the sight of you, but still could not get over the fact that you still looked angelic. “can we please go?” you didn’t even have to ask ellie twice. she nodded her head and gave you a quiet ‘of course’ with a sympathetic smile on her face, but didn’t leave without staring the girl in front of her down. she then turned towards you and flung her arms over your shoulder. leaning her head on yours, you two walked together back to ellie’s room.

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the usual 5-minute walk back to ellie’s dorm felt like hours as it become harder and harder to hold back your tears. ellie didn’t speak one word to you, she understood that all you wanted in this moment was to be silent, knowing that if you opened your mouth once, you would burst out into tears again.

as you two reached her room, she gave a soft “hold on baby” and slowly released her grip on yours so she could unlock her door. you two entered an empty room thanks to dina, ellie’s roommate, visiting jesse at his campus. as much as you loved dina, you were so thankful you could just be alone with your best friend and cry. as soon as you heard ellie shut the door, it was exactly what you did.

as soon as she heard your heartbreaking sobs, ellie quickly rushed over to your side and engulfing you with her toned arms. she shushed you quickly and rocked back and forth, doing everything in her power to try and somehow make your beautiful face smile again.

“i can’t fucking believe her” you finally speak up after several minutes of silence and sniffles. ellie looks over at you, startled after not hearing your voice in a while. “we were together for over a year, we were literally living together in the same fucking room, like, where does she think i’m gonna go now? i’m not living there anymore i fucking hate her!” your sadness has now turned into rage and your slowly growing louder as your rant goes on.

“hey hey hey,” ellie tried to calm you down. “don’t worry about all that now, okay baby? you’re gonna stay with me, and you me and dina are gonna have a big slumber party and have pillow fights and make cookies and talk about boys.” ellie’s joke works miracles and brings a small smile on your face and a little giggle reaches ellie’s ears.

“there she is,” ellie smiles. “i missed that beautiful laugh.” you can’t help but get a little flustered at her comment. now that you were done with abby, your relationship was quickly forgotten when you remembered just how much you were in love with ellie before. you always thought she was so beautiful, and of course she always treated you like a princess.

when you finally worked up enough courage to speak, a quiet “i’m sorry, ellie” left your lips.

“what are you apologizing for baby?” ellie asks you with a confused look on her face. in the moment of catch your girlfriend fucking another girl, you totally forgot all about your own best friend and her crush, and how she was probably going through the same emotions as you right now.

“i’ve been being so selfish. i’ve only been thinking about me and my relationship that i completely forgot about your obsession with cat” you sadly smile and give her an apologetic look. you remembered all the times that ellie would gush about cat with you

“cats skirt looks so good” ellie seductively says to you while you grab your things out of your locker. you glance over to where cat was talking to two other friends at a locker bay across from the two of you. it is pretty cute you thought to yourself. you frown looking down at yours. just a plain boring white skirt.

or that one time when you two were putting off studying in your deserted dorm room

“wait stop scrolling! there! yes! let’s watch that one.” you questioned her on her choice because it was your favorite movie too and you didn’t think she would ever like it, considering she laughed in your face when you told her about it. “oh um i know yo- um it’s cats favorite movie.” ellie saves herself from almost admitting to you that she may have done a little too much stalking that night and found out a couple of your favorite things.

or the night of the frat party, the night ellie’s compliment to cat broke your heart so much, you’d call it one of the worst nights of your life.

“ok now my turn stop hogging,” you giggle at ellie and she shoves you away from the blunt. she finally hands it over and take a hit. you look around at the view of campus from on top of the frat house. “it’s sooo pretty up here, els.” you giggle as you blow the smoke out. ellie chuckles with you and you two burst into laughing. “oh my god how high are we,” you squeak out “ellie look and tell me how red my eyes are.” you’re suddenly staring straight at ellie, and in her haze she lets out a small ‘woah’.

“i uh i mean uh-“ she stutters out as you question what she meant and furrowed your brows. “i mean i was just looking into your eyes and thinking about cat,” she spews out “you know she just has eyes just like yours,” your small smile falls suddenly and confused brows now turn downwards. “uh yeah cats eyes you know they’re like a beautiful uh” while ellie tries to think, she then stares at you again and describes your eyes. cat has eyes like mine? i could’ve sworn they were different. your cloudy mind is not sober enough to realize what’s actually happening, instead your heart breaks even more, thinking that ellie has probably stared into cats eyes so many times she’s pinpointed every detail about them. once you two tossed out the blunt over the roof, you headed back downstairs together. still hurt with ellie’s rambles, you quickly get away from her as soon as your in the clear, leading you to meet abby. why is the worst time if it led you to meet your girlfriend? well, before the cheating, you would’ve had no idea why.

ellie’s hand in front of your face brings you back to reality, which is not fun. ellie is still sitting next to you on the couch and you have to ask her to repeat what she said.

“i was asking what you were apologizing for, baby. you were the one that got cheated on, not me.” ellie chuckles, but slowly realizes what she said. she see your eyes drop down again and the sadness returns to your face. while she’s quickly trying to come up with something to say to save herself, she stops when you stand upnn

“is it ok if i go use your bathroom real quick?” you sadly ask ellie, and she nods with a small smile on her face. you give her a quiet thanks and walk towards the shared restroom of ellie and dina. ellie brings her hands to her head and scolds herself. if you’re trying to make her feel better and give her a hint, this is NOT the right way to do it. she couldn’t shove down her feeling forever, but she also did not want to confess and risk losing you completely. she tried to clear her mind and think about what dina or jesse would tell her to do in this situation. while trying to focus, she could hear you shuffling around in the bathroom. she knew why you were really in there, she wasn’t stupid. thinking about that just made her feel ten times more guilty. she knew what to do.

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as soon as you go into the bathroom you lock the door and force the tears welling in your eyes to go away. you decided to wash your face with cold water to try and snap yourself out of your emotional roller coaster. you dry your face with the hand towel and turn to look at yourself in the mirror. you were still in so much shock at the events that happened tonight. you take in your messed up appearance and cringe. your bloodshot red eyes were not a pretty sight, and neither was the smudged mascara scattered underneath your eyes. you hope ellie wouldn’t be too grossed out by the way you look right now.

huhhhh?

woah okay the feelings are for sure back. you try to get yourself to look less dead inside by washing your face a couple more times. you opened the bathroom door and slowly walked back out to the couch. you sit back down next to her and put a blanket around yourself, meanwhile she is mindlessly scrollings through netflix trying to find something to watch before she stops on none other than you (and cats) favorite movie.

“oh hey what about this one” she looks over at you with a little smile on her face. you give her a confused look as to why she suggested this one, knowing it was cats favorite movie too.

“but, ellie, won’t that make you, i don’t know, sad?” you question. now she’s the one giving you confused looks.

“why is it like a sad movie or something? i didn’t think it was. i thought we could watch it because it’s your favorite movie and i thought it would make you feel a little bit better,” she smiles back. now you’re even more confused. for starters, she told you it was cats favorite movie, and also, you don’t even remember telling her it was your favorite.

“how’d you know?” you asked her. she replied with a little huh and you asked again. “how’d you know this was my favorite movie? i don’t think i told you that, and i thought it would make you sad because you told me before it was cats favorite movie.” ellie’s face suddenly turns from confused, to scared almost. she stated stuttering and couldn’t form a single word.

after a couple second of struggling, ellie says your name. “it’s not cats favorite movie. i don’t even know cats favorite movie. in fact, i actually don’t know a lot about cat in general.” she looks at you with an almost scared look. now she just completely lost you. when she realizes you still haven’t caught on, she finally begins to explain what she means after a long pause.

“it was never cat”. the room suddenly gets loud, very loud. your ears start to ring and your breath leaves your throat. you couldn’t believe it, again. the whole time you were pushing away your feelings for ellie, she was trying to do the same with her feelings about you. suddenly, you start thinking back to all the moments when you thought ellie was crushing on cat. slowly, more dots start connecting.

you glance over to where cat was talking to two other friends at a locker bay across from the two of you. it is pretty cute you thought to yourself. you frown looking down at yours. just a plain boring white skirt. you’re not the only one looking though. if you would’ve turned around to face your best friend again, you would’ve seen her also looking at your ‘plain boring white skirt’, grateful that she quickly replaced ‘your skirt’ with ‘cat’.

or that other night, after the blunt, when you were crying your eyes out to abby. ellie kicking herself outside and hoping, praying even, that you wouldn’t know the actual color of cats eyes, and that maybe you were even dumb enough to not know the specific details of your own (you were).

you wish you could go back and slap the old you in face, that way, you and ellie could’ve avoided this whole abby and cat mess and could’ve been together longer than you and abby ever would’ve been. now you’re staring up at, after she just confessed her feelings for you. you didn’t know what to say, well you did, you wanted to say that you felt the exact same was and you have since the day you met her, but you’re too slow so she keeps explaining to you.

“i’m sorry to bring it up, but when we walked in today, my heart broke. it didn’t break because i saw cat with another girl. it broke because i saw her with your girl, and i never knew anyone would ever be that fucking stupid to throw away someone as gorgeous, generous, and as selfless as you,” she pauses and you cry again for the millionth time tonight; however, this time the tears feel good. happy tears. she continues and says your name in the softest tone possible. “so again, it was never cat. it was you.”

“abby is not ‘my girl’” you cringe. ellie looks up at your quick response. “i always kind of hoped it was you.” you break apart your words, still scared to admit how you feel even though she just spilled her heart out. the response you got back though washed all your worries away.

“can i kiss you?” she asked quietly. you couldn’t believe it (x3). it was finally happening. every single event that happened up to this very moment has vanished from your mind. all you could think about was how you couldn’t nod your head yes faster. she gives you a beautiful grin before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and gently gripping our chin to pull you closer. at last, your lips touched and it was everything you imagined and more. after you two slowly made out for a couple minutes, taking a couple paused to breathe in between, the kisses started turning more aggressive. you jump as you felt a soft touch on ur upper thigh. you relaxed once she placed her full hand on you and rubbed it up and down. you let out a soft moan which made ellie groan and trail kisses down your neck. you whined as you suddenly felt her pull back. her eyes looked right into your eyes, and she placed her forehead against yours. you two panted as you stared into each others sinful gazes. silence took over for a while before ellie suddenly interrupted.

“can i take you to bed baby?” you bit you lip and nodded, your innocent eyes locked on hers. fuck, you were perfect. it made ellie’s iris’ turn black, and she slowly guided you to her room, littering your face with teasing kisses on the way there. she sat you down on the edge of the bed and got on her knees, lips never leaving yours. her hands caressed your thighs once more, rubbing outwards so that your legs slowly separate. your lips follow as she pulls away to see your skirt has ridden up and she smirks, staring directly at your wet panties. “oh baby” she groans, her focus fully on your clothed pussy, begging to be touched. you lean back and tilt your head so you’re staring up at the ceiling, eyes squeezing shut and a moan leaving your mouth as soon as you feel small kisses going up you thighs. “love those fucking sounds, baby. you’re so angelic.”

“el’s. t-touch me,” you beg, but she light slaps your thighs and gives you a couple disappointments tsks.

“sweetheart, you gotta ask nicer.” she pouts up at you, malice in her voice.

“please, el’s, i need you to t-touch me please” you drag out, embarrassed that she has you this worked up and she’s barely touching you yet. she smirks up at you and her kisses get more sloppy the higher she goes, and finally, her mouth is hovering above your cunt, her hot breath purposely breathing heavy. she loved watching you whine and jolt under her touch. how crazy she made you go even with just a couple kisses. she loves how much control she has over you, and how well you listen to her.

“lift up your shirt, pretty girl. wanna see you play with your tits while i eat this pussy.” her words alone make you want to cum, but then it would be over, so you pull yourself together and do as she said. out of no where, you felt a long lick up you pussy, you body tightening suddenly and letting out a humiliatingly loud moan. “that’s right, baby. let me hear you. do i make you feel good? hm?” you shake your head vigorously, staring down into her green eyes staring right back up at you. she now loops her arms around your legs and spreads them further, making you squeak. “fuck, such a pretty fucking pussy,” she moans, and slowly starts licking up and down continuously.

you’re a mess. one hand gripping her hair, trying to push her even more into you, making ellie grunt, her own panties quickly getting wet at how bad you wanna cum. your other hand is placed perfect cupping your left tit, playing with it just like ellie told you to.

“el’s you’re gonna make me cum,” you whine, your eyebrows furrowed and voice raspy. you look so fucking sexy right now, and ellie tries her hardest to take a mental picture for later.

“yeah? you gonna cum baby?” she teasingly asks you and you whimper out a mhm. once again speechless with the way ellie is slopingly eating your pussy.

you suddenly feel a finger teasing your entrance before it slowly slips in. your moans groan louder, and her pace quickens.

“el’s, ca- can i please?” you beg, the knot in your stomach was growing rapidly. she lifted her head up for less than one second, a stern ‘cum’ leaving her lips, before she returns back to where her tongue was. you scream as you do, vision going black as ellie fucks you though your orgasm, fingers now rubbing even faster on your clit, causing you to completely come undone and cum all over her face. she doesn’t stop until you’re shaking and overstimulating under her. when she does, the only sounds in the room are your quick pants, and ellie’s bed as she moves to scoot closer towards you.

“woah,” you say, still trying to catch your breath. “that was..”

“way overdue” ellie chips in. the two of laugh and you move to lean you head on her shoulder. it’s silent again before you finally speak up.

“i don’t think i ever really thanked you for taking care of my today. i don’t think i would’ve been able to have this much fun today if it wasn’t for you,” you tell her and you feel her hands that were once in your hair, come around and lift your chin to give her a kiss m.

“you don’t need to thank me pretty girl, i wanted to take care of you.” her confession made your heart flutter. “plus i knew that maybe i might have a chance to finally fuck you,” she teases you and you hit her arm, jokingly sending her a scoff.

“you’re right by the way,” she finally adds on. you give her a confused look and hope she takes the hint to explain what she meant. “you’re not abby’s girl.”

“i’m not abby’s girl,” you repeat.

“you’re my girl,” she tells you, eyes never leaving yours, a small smile on her face.

“i’m your girl.”

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₊* a/n : ahhhh i really hope you guys liked it! 🤍 if you did please let me know because it would mean the world!

love you soooooo much MUAH

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Spicy for S/O helping Toby with his first time while hes super nervous? Ughh I'm super sorry if this to too vague or weird

Not weird at all! I actually thought it was a pretty cute ask :) **I will say, it is implied that this is not the reader's first time and that they have at least a bit of experience.

Toby would definitely be super nervous having his first time, even if it's with someone he loves and trusts as much as he does you. Toby has a very tough time opening himself up and becoming vulnerable with people, and that is no different in this situation. You're going to have to go slow and gently, which, of course, you’re more than willing to do for him. The evening would start with you guys having a nice relaxing and quiet dinner together and gradually working up his trust and safety for the evening. You’d take him back up to his room, and I think Toby would want the lights to be fully on so he feels more relaxed and less vulnerable in a darker setting. You’d sit beside him in bed, gently pull him close to you, and begin with some making out. Toby’s used to that, it’s comforting, and it allows him to slip into the headspace for having sex with you for the first time.

Gradually Toby grows more comfortable, and it allows him to let you escalate things further. I think it’s easier for him if you remove your own clothing first, because then he doesn’t feel so alone in removing his own. He’s stuttering more than usual, and twitching more than usual, but he’s not nervous in a bad way now, he’s nervous in an excited way. He’s looked forward to this moment for a long time, daydreamed about it, and wondered what it would be like to give you his first time, and now that it’s really happening he doesn’t know what to do with himself. When it comes to foreplay, I think he’d want it to be mutual, he’d want to touch you while you touch him, so you can learn about each other at the same time. He’ll lay down beside you so the two of you can cuddle up to each other, legs spread so the two of you have access to each other and you can explore together.

He asks you a bunch of questions while he touches you, trying to figure out how you like it most, and it makes him feel so happy to be able to make you feel good, and you can feel free to ask him questions while you touch him as well. Soon, Toby finds himself turning into a mess, curling into your neck and moaning as you get a good grasp on what makes him feel good, whines slipping out of him as he tries to focus on touching you too. He tries to apologize every time he feels his ticks are getting in the way of things, but you shush him gently and press gentle kisses to his forehead, soothing him and telling him it’s okay, and that makes him curl into you with a whine even more. When it finally comes time to have sex, Toby can’t help but tremble, breaths coming out of him rapidly at the thought of finally being able to be inside of you. I think he’d want to keep cuddling for the first time, as he feels so much more secure when he’s able to be held by you and hold you like this and curl up into you.

As you wrap a leg around his hip to give him room, he can’t help but look into your eyes in a pleading manner, wanting to make sure that you actually want this, you actually want to take his first time, and that you’re really enjoying this. Of course, you can’t help but chuckle lightly at him, but when you hold his cheeks gently and press a few kisses to his cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips, reassuring him that you want this just as much as he does, Toby can’t help but shiver as he presses his lips to yours to ground himself. With one of his hands holding yours tightly, he uses his other to help himself enter you, and the moan that slips out of him as he does so is nothing short of a yell. He bottoms out inside of you and moves his arms to hold onto you tightly, burying his face into your neck once more as he tries to control his breathing. As much as he wanted to etch his first time with you into his memory, everything becomes a blur once he’s thrusting into you.

He’s just a puddle beside you, moaning and crying out, whimpering as he fucks you as if it’s his life’s purpose, at one point he begins repeating ‘thank you’ to you as he clings to you so desperately. He makes sure that you finish before he does, and once you’ve done so he can’t hold on anymore, quickly rutting his hips into you a few more times before he slams into you once more, cumming inside you with a desperate scream as he clings to you. It takes him a little while to calm down, but the way you gently stroke his back and run your fingers through his hair certainly helps. He slouches against you, sighing as he feels himself getting tired. You ask him how it was, and he tells you it was incredible, pressing kisses to your chest, neck, cheeks, and then your lips with a big smile on his face, a few giggles slipping out of him. He relaxes into you for a few minutes, cuddling you as tonight’s events play through his mind, joy overtaking him. Before you can move away from him to clean up though, he clutches onto you once more, a blush on his face and that adorable, boyish grin spread across his face, barely able to control himself before he excitedly asks you, “Can we do that again?”, and who are you to say no to a face as cute as that?

[morsartis]

Masochism Tango

TW: This is a caliginous relationship. If you only know friendsim then a basic warning is that a caliginous relationship is a relationship based on rivalry and categorized in alternian culture by ‘hate’ or ‘black romance’. Choking, strangulation (nonsexual), physical violence, hate sex, biting, blood, spitting, this plays out almost like non-con but it is an established relationship and both of you know what you’re doing, no safewords, implied aftercare but none is actually shown. This is 18+. 

“You know what Lanque?” You seethed as you continued marching further away from the party, “Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” Whatever mix of booze and red had been in the punch bowl was rapidly staining your shirt and causing it to stick grossly to your skin in a way that Lanque knew made your skin crawl. 

Lanque’s cold laughter was clearly rehearsed, the glint and expression practiced and poised. The fact he wasn’t as off his game or upset as you only made you angrier. He’d ruined your favorite top. One of the few articles of clothing you actually still had from earth. Destroyed because he had thrown his fucking punch on you. The fact you were clearly playing right into his hands was only fuel to the fire of your rapidly blooming hatred. 

“What’s the matter?” He sneered almost sweetly, “It was just an accident.” 

“Bullshit!” You snapped as you attempted to wring the worst of it out. 

“Really, you’re ridiculous. All this over an ugly shirt?”

“An ugly shirt? An ugly shirt?!” Your voice was raising and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Heat was spreading from your chest all the way to your face as that rage kept growing. It had been an awful week and this was the final tipping point for you. You’d nearly died- twice- the other day. All for trying to help some of your ‘friends’ out and now Lanque was going out of his way to make it even worse. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked in that same sickly arsenic tone, “Purrbeast got your tongue?”

“You son of a bitch.” You finally snapped, voice even and deadly. Tackling Lanque to the ground you swore bloody murder at him as you tried to choke him out. Hands wrapped tight enough around his neck, your nails were digging straight into his pallid grey flesh. He squinted up at you, blackened lips pulled into a snarling grin as he coughed. Removing one hand from his neck while using the other to keep him pinned, you pulled back and punched him as hard as you could in the face. His neck flexed under your palm as he sucked in a breath and then laughed in your face as his split lip began to bleed jade down his chin to stain the collar of the white button up he loved so much. Letting out a wordless shriek you reared back and punched him again, using the blood coating your knuckles to smear the dark liquid all over his covered chest. You hoped it’d be ruined, you hoped his blood would remain a blotch on the fabric to remind him of this night every time he had to look at it. How fucking dare he just waltz into your life to do things like this? To- to- exist to piss you off!

Snatching your wrists in a sudden move that caught you by surprise he rolled the two of you over until he was on top of you, pinning your arms above your head as he let our his own wordless cicada hiss of sound. His ears had pinned back, the yellow of his eyes gone orange as he flashed rainbow drinker bright at you. Despite the fact you knew you couldn’t fight him off you still struggled in his grip just to be a pain. Anything to make this harder for him. To frustrate him to the same degree he regularly frustrated you. Yanking your arms and thrashing until your arms throbbed with the promise of bruises and that deep rooted animalistic instinct he always seemed to tease to the surface began to simmer under your flesh. Breathing heavily you slowly relaxed in his hold as you waited for him to shift with the thought he’d won whatever little game he thought he was in control of. Meeting his eyes you refused to look away, the two of you staring each other down until his body began to untense ever so slightly. 

In a flash you lunged. 

Teeth clamping down hard and vicious on his lower lip you glared and yanked. He snarled, jerking back as the bitter taste of his blood filled your mouth. Troll blood had none of the coppery taste of human blood, instead it coated your tongue with a bitter thick quality that made you gag. Taking the opportunity for what it was you spit his own blood back into his face so you could bare your blunt human teeth like he liked to bare his fangs. 

He reared back a look of disgust flashing across his face. 

“You fucking bitch.” He snapped, finally thrown off guard and affronted. Your lips twisted into a sadistically pleased grin. The gritting of your teeth near audible at the satisfaction of finally getting him to crack. His eyes darted across your face, pupils slit in a way that was decidedly alien and pissed. Jade dripped hot and sticky from his chin to your face as he seemed to freeze in place. 

His lips crashed into your own using his tongue to force your mouth open and fill your tastebuds with the awful bitter taste of his blood. Your snarl of outraged disgust was muffled by his own mouth and the sharp points of his teeth slit into the soft meat of your own lips. When he pulled back to grin at you, mouth streaked red and jade you sneered up at him feeling every bit of the sharp burn that no doubt had red streaking your own face. Turning your head to the side you spit out the blood pooling in your mouth and attempted to shove him off of you. His hands slammed your arms back into the ground for the effort. Mouth finding yours again you nipped at his lips and scraped your tongue on the needle sharpness of his teeth as he sucked the blood from your mouth and face. The glide of his tongue barely lukewarm as it lapped at the smears of color. His throat worked to swallow the blood down as he groaned and licked his lips. 

“Sick fuck.” You scoffed. 

“Like you weren’t looking for an excuse to get me alone.” He purred legs already working to shove open your own. Swearing you attempted to wiggle away and accidentally ground your knee between his legs. His hips rocked into your own as he hissed. 

“Of course you get off on this.” You sneered.

“And you don’t?” He snapped rhetorically one hand releasing you to tug at your pants. Using his distraction to your advantage you grabbed hold of one of his horns and thrust upwards forcing him up and off you. He rolled and you were on your feet already sprinting further away from him. Behind you was the alien chittering shriek of rage. Of predator and prey as you fled and Lanque chased. The pounding of your heart jackhammering against your ribs as you did everything you could to keep the space between the two of you. There was only so much you could do as he began gaining, you’d never been a track star and even your time on Alternia could only aid you so much. It was a futile move but you’d be damned before you made any part of this easy for him. When he collided with your back the two of you went down hard. Spots danced in your vision as you let out yet another wordless scream of rage and struggled to get out from under him. Chest pinned to the ground you could hear him cursing up a storm as he yanked your arms back and began using his undone tie to bind your wrists. Kicking out with your legs you tried to nail him where it’d hurt but he only used his own weight to keep you pinned.

“Fuck you.” You snarled still trying to worm your way away from him. 

“You will be.” He replied darkly, every bit of pretentious prick back in his voice. You heard the distinct sound of his belt being undone, the clink of the buckle deafening in your straining ears. Sucking in a sharp breath between your teeth you hissed at the rough fabric burn of your own pants being yanked halfway down your thighs. More of that fury began to well up hot and fast as you realized how wet you actually were. You knew there had to be a wet spot on your panties as he yanked them down too exposing you to the humid Alternian night air. He’d wrangled your pants and underwear down to your knees before slamming into you roughly, no warning as his bulge speared you in one fluid motion. It was cold, barely lukewarm like the rest of him and it caused more of your fluid to gush out from the shock of it as your pussy burned from the abrupt stretch. He hissed in pleasure, tone bordering on a buzzing sound as he got used to the heat of you. You could picture the way his head was thrown back, teeth bared and chest heaving as he panted. His bulge writhed inside you and the air was punched from your lungs as it began ruthlessly teasing your insides with harsh pleasure. Each thrust of his hips meeting your ass rang loud and sharp mixing with the snarling growl next to your ear as he folded himself over you. He nipped at your ear and the sharp sting of his teeth reminded you exactly who was fucking you into the ground like an animal in heat. You knew there would be bruises, dark purples and sickly greens, a deep aching pain that was almost sweet in its pulsing throb. One arm hooked around your neck, pulling you just slightly off the ground as each rolling thrust of the cold bulge went deeper than any human cock. Grinding better than any toy as Lanque set a punishing pace. Your breaths came in choked off pants as the angle he had pulled you into made your hips press more firmly against the grass, the blades scratching against your clit. A moan worked its way past the tight muscles of your throat as you clenched around him, so close to falling over that edge, and then Lanque was ripping himself out of you and twisting you onto your back. You nearly squealed from surprise as your legs fell open at the abruptness- barely held in place by your pants still trapped around your ankles. Arms pinned beneath you it took an effort not to squirm in discomfort and give him the satisfaction. Above you Lanque snarled unseeingly at your pants preventing him from doing what he wanted. Grabbing them he tore them the rest of the way off your body, ripping your shoes off in the process.

You couldn’t stop the shout that left you as he yanked you up onto his thighs and thrust back into you hard and fast. A moan punched out of you as he rocked into you at that same brutal pace, practically humping into your cunt rather than pulling out to thrust. His hand found your throat. Fingers pressing to your pulse to hold you down rather than choke you out. 

A warning. 

Legs hooking around his waist you couldn’t stop the steady rocking of your own hips as your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. You hated how fucking good it felt, how it practically made you melt. Thoughts fleeing from your head with each drag against your g-spot. His lips found your chin, teeth scraping against sensitive flesh before they found your lips again. Teeth teasing your clotting cuts until they began to bleed again. You opened your mouth wider letting the blood pool on your tongue so he could drink it up, tongue sliding against your own with desperation.

The sweet heat of orgasm began to rise once more and you moaned openly into his mouth as he pressed himself impossibly closer. 

This time he didn’t stop, humping against your clit as you shook and squealed through it. He groaned into the heat of your mouth pulling back as his hips worked to saw you in half and his low hitched breathing began to become more frequent. When he came you gave a shout at the sudden coldness popping inside you like a water balloon. Jade slurry staining your thighs and dripping into the grass. Gasping jaggedly you gave Lanque’s bulge one last squeeze that had him hissing out an Alternian swear as he pulled away. Your chests were heaving both of you still trembling and trying to come down from your highs. 

“Fuck.” Lanque sighed running a hand through his hair as he leaned back on his thighs. Jade dribbled down his splayed legs and you smirked condescendingly at the fact he’d cum with his nook too despite not having anything shoved up it. Something to bring up and dangle over his head later when you could think straight.

[konigsblog]

wearing simon riley's shirt while he fucks you.

tw/cw: somnophilia (consensual, discussed prior), talk of pregnancy, afab!f!reader. MDNI 18+

simon riley can't deny his craving for control. he brushes it off as him just looking out for your safety, but you're not oblivious; you see past his pathetic attempts at lying. he's ridiculously overprotective and possessive of you, like a prized possession to simon.

he's always trying to make sure you know you belong to him, with hickeys and love bites on your neck or his attempt at convincing you to allow him to cum inside, to impregnate you. so when simon finds you fast asleep on the couch, wearing a t-shirt of his, his breathing begins to quicken rapidly at the thoughts swarming inside his corrupted mind.

you'd told simon that if he wanted to, he could take you while you were fast asleep. he'd always turned down the idea, but right now, the thought appealed to simon who began to spread your thighs greedily, pushing his t-shirt out of the way to admire your body, his cock growing and hardening in his tight boxers. he grunted at the ache between his thighs, beginning to unfasten his belt and pull down his fly, his eyes wide with hunger, insatiable as he began to pull your panties down, your lace panties now stuffed into his pocket.

he began spreading your slick folds, beginning to push while he held your hips firmly. the sight left simon's breathing laborious and his dick pulsating inside of his boxers, coating your slick cunt in his creamy load as he spread and smeared his release all over your gorgeous sex. he rutted against you slowly, sinking inside inch by inch, his eyelids heavy with lust and desperation, feeling deprived of the warmth of your pussy before easing fully inside.

simon groaned at the adorable sight of you wearing his clothing. he could still smell his spicy and strong cologne on the t-shirt you wore and his musk on the clothes. each drag left simon growling quietly through euphoria, rocking and driving his strong hips back and forth, with your slick hole creaming and tightening around his thick shaft. the way your warm heat pulsed and throbbed, coating his veiny shaft in a coat of your sweet juices. simon was like a hungry wolf, with you being his meal and his prey.

with each stroke, you squirmed slightly and mewled quietly. your eyes close tightly, and your body lies limp in his grasp. each thrust left simon driving himself closer to his sweet release, feeling possessive of the beautiful thing laying around on his leather couch, so compliant with him and his greedy desires. he felt his balls pulsing as he began to ooze thick strings of his creamy stickiness into you, the head of his dick weeping into your hole, his eyebrows furrowed together through sexual frustration as he began to shoot fat globs of his semen into you, his sloppy thrusts fucking his potent cum deeper.

fuck, maybe he'd have something to show for his possessiveness; perhaps he'd finally see your stomach swollen with his offspring, showing your commitment to simon.

[manias-wordcount]

Ahhh I don't know if you are taking requests but like

Can you do Gentaro taking his s/o virginity?

And like a super wholesome scenario liar ( I am so sorry for my bad jok)

You don't have to do this request if you don't want to tho 🤸

Take care and lots of love!!!

Romantic and Slow (Gentaro Yumeno x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟��𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He tried to make it romantic. He tried to take it slow. 

  He was all over you tonight. Kissing you softly. Holding you gently. Telling you to take a nice, warm bath before leading you to your bedroom. And oh, how he ran his hands up and down your body in a room lit only by the candles placed every which way within your room. Oh, how he decorated your neck with pretty little love bites as he walked you back and back and back until you were laying on a rose petal covered bed. And when he looked at you- there was nothing love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes of his. Nothing but love and adoration as he whispered the sweetest words to you about how much you meant to him. 

  But then you dropped your towel. Letting it fall to your sides and expose your body to the growing anticipation in his eyes. And you began to spread your legs. Finally revealing every single part of you to him. And suddenly Gentaro Yumeno couldn’t do romantic and slow anymore. 

  But he could do passionate.

  And now, you’re lying on your back at the edge of the bed. Chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath and regain your sanity. Meanwhile, Gentaro is only finally pulling his face away from between your thighs, licking up the remains of your first and second orgasms from his lips.

  “I’m going to put it in now, my dear.” His voice is warm against your body, beautifully accented by a kiss on your inner thighs. “You’ll tell me if it becomes too much for you, yes?”

  It’s all you can do to nod with half-lidded eyes as he stands up and places his hands on your hips. Long fingers drag against your skin, drawing pictures that only he can see on you. Every couple of seconds his eyes will flicker from your face to where your cunt sat, impatiently clenching around nothing. It embarrasses you. His heated gaze and the way he observes you so silently. It makes you feel so small compared to him. So small, yet desired as his hands move and move and move until they’re back on your thighs, grabbing the underside and spreading them wider just so you wrap them loosely around his waist.

  A second later, there’s something standing hard and stiff, rubbing against your clit. You can’t contain the small sound that slips out of your throat in surprise. And you have an even harder time controlling the quiet gasps that you make as Gentaro takes his dick in his hand and slowly rubs it up and down your slit. A hand leaves your legs in favor of finding its place by the side of your stomach. You only glance at it for a second. A fist wrapped in the comforter of your bed for leverage. But then you look up to have his eyes meet yours again. Blinking once. Twice. Three times, as if waiting for the word to stop. But you don’t give it to him.

  Instead, you reach for the hand by your side. You grab it, lacing your fingers through his and taking in the warmth of his palm. And you watch as he slowly guides your joined hands up and up and up- 

And you try not to cry out as he kisses your hand and pushes his dick past your lower lips, entering you for the first time. 

  “My love, I want to hear it. I want to hear every sound you make.” It’s the words he says to you while he slowly fills you up, inch by inch. They’re spoken in between strained breaths and more kisses to the back of your hand as he leans over you. They’re spoken not as a demand, but as a request as he begs you to show him how you’re feeling. To continue to make yourself more and more vulnerable with him so that he may learn how to love you exactly the way you want to be loved. Exactly the way he wants to love you too. “Won’t you fill the room with your wonderful music?”

  In an instant, your mouth falls open, and you moan. The sound is breathless. It’s desperate. It’s loud, and it’s freeing. And it’s all for him. All for your Gentaro. The hand he wasn’t holding yours with makes its way to your stomach, pressing down slowly as you take in what you can only assume to be the last of him inside of you. The stretch is weird and uncomfortable, but you don’t feel pain. Not as he spends every second of you getting used to his cock by showing you with praise and promises. Of how good you’re being for him. Of how much it was an honor for him to partake in your first time. 

  And of how much he had been waiting for this moment.

  Oh, and how he tried to take it slow for you. How he tried to make it romantic. But when an experimental roll of his hips left you moaning for “M-more…more!”, the loving, sweet Gentaro who would write poems about your view went away once more. Only to be replaced by a madman. The same madman that would stop at nothing until you were ready to take him. All of him. Smiling down at you with those beautiful green eyes and that disarming smile of his…

  …as he fucked you as if his life depended on it.

  “Gen…Gen….fuck!” You can’t help but squeal his name as you watch his cock push in and pull out at a fast pace. It catches you off guard, but there’s not much you can do in this state except lay back and take it. Your breath loses itself in your throat as you try to make sense of all that you’re feeling. But all you can think about is how there’s something inside of you. Something big and hard and hot and throbbing is pushing inside of you. Stirring you up and stuffing your pussy in a way that makes you feel so depraved and needy at the same time. “Oh my…Oh…Oh, fuck!”

  In and out and in and out and in and out and back again. It’s quick. It’s so, so quick. Way faster than you expected. More intense than you expected. But you can’t complain. You don’t complain. It’s not what you thought of, but somehow it’s exactly what you needed. A change of pace from soft and sweet. A change of view from dusk and dawn. A chance to explore something that isn’t all rose petals and ever more flowery words. No, you wanted this. Deep down inside you wanted this. Hard and rough. Fire and fury. The power your doting little boyfriend was always capable of. The power he had also always kept hidden for you. And you needed this. Just as much as he needs you right now. 

  “You’re so beautiful.” Honeyed words fall from his mouth effortlessly that you’re mewling out a pathetic response in between your own gasps. But his words are not accompanied by an easy-going expression that you’ve rarely seen him without. They fall from a face now darkened with lust and dripping with sweat. His hand presses down a little harder on your lower stomach and you cry out in pleasure. You drink him in. His gorgeous body, his messy hair, and his dick that keeps demanding more and more of your focus. But it’s him who takes every second he can swallow the image of you with your legs spread, body bare, and cunt filled with all the thirst of a dying man. “I could paint a thousand pictures of you right now.”

  Your hand squeezes his and he takes the chance to deliver another kiss to the back of your palm before letting go of your hand. It’s shameless how you whimper as soon as you lose his warm touch. So shameless that you’re reaching out and grabbing at his wrist to ensure that he would leave you. Not while you’re starting to feel a familiar sort of pressure building up in your lower stomach. Not while you’re feeling warm in every single part of your body. And certainly not now when you’re eyes are fluttering shut and your back is arching off the bed- as if you’re trying to fly. 

  But he doesn’t. Instead, the hand that once laced fingers with yours is grabbing at the underside of your thigh and lifting it up, up, up, and placing it on his shoulder as he leans closer and closer to you. You pull a face, not used to bending so far back,but your mind quickly goes back to the handsome man in front of you and all that he’s doing to you as he places kitten-like kisses on your ankle and manages to fuck you deeper than he did before. 

  “I could write a thousand novels…A thousand poems…” His whispers barely reach you, but it’s the eyes that keep flickering towards you and down your pussy that tell you all that you need to know. From this angle, he’s able to hit harder. From this angle, he’s all but rocking the rose-petal-covered bed, stealing away your breath and your mind so that it may only be filled with thoughts of him is on your mind. Him, him, him. And yet, you wonder. “And it still wouldn’t be enough…”

  “Gen…” You wonder as his bangs start to hang over his face and shield parts of his beautiful face from your view. You wonder as his lips brush against your skin. You wonder as he takes his hand from your stomach and licks his thumb just place it on your clit. And you wonder as he gets balls deep inside of you only to pull all the way out and sink it in again. “Oh…Gen…”

  He breathes out so deeply. Only to breathe in the scent of sex-filled air over and over again. The scent of you and him and your filth mixing together. To create this moment. To create a bond. To create art. And all you can do is wonder.

  “It would never be enough to prove just how much I love you…all of you…” 

  Oh, how you wonder…

  “Every single piece of you.”

  …if you could ever do slow and romantic again?

[hush-writes-preg]

could you write something about knocking up a trans man who passes completely, so when he quickly grows, it's hard not to notice how clearly pregnant he looks? i'd love if the trans man could be embarrassed or ashamed even, while his partner is overly proud and can't keep his hands off of his pregnant partner (absolutely love your acc btw... one of the best!!)

I'm so glad to hear it! ❤️ Thank you for the lovely prompt.

I'll never forget the day you moved into the apartment across from mine.

You were strong, well-built, and so stereotypically masculine that I'd have never guessed the secret you hid under your clothes. Your easy smile and unmistakable laugh drew me in, and the lean lines of your body and the fantastic ass beneath your jeans caught my gaze more often than I wanted to admit. So yeah, I looked. I looked a lot.

Hell, I wanted you.

A casual invite for pizza turned into afternoons spent playing Warhammer, which turned into movie nights, which got completely out of control the night I brought beers and tried to use the liquid courage to initiate a hand job. Fuck did that grow awkward. But once you explained the situation and I admitted that I didn't care what you had in your pants, things sort of spiraled from there.

We probably should have been more careful, but we were a pair of horny guys who hadn't gotten laid in far too long, and neither of us realized just how long those condoms had been out of date.

The months that passed by afterward were some of the hottest of my life. We fucked like bunnies every chance we got, started dating, and eventually moved in together in one hell of a whirlwind romance. Nobody knew your secret except for me, and the fact that you lived so deeply in stealth is probably one of the reasons why neither of us pegged your 'weight gain' for what it really was. That and the fact that you were on T and didn't bleed, but still. It was pretty irresponsible of us, but the thought of pregnancy just wasn't a blip on the radar for two guys like us.

But irresponsible or not, the passing months soon revealed the truth, and by then there wasn't anything we could do but deal with the fact that I'd knocked you up.

There really was no hiding it, and you were mortified. No one could mistake the shape and size of your rapidly-growing belly as anything other than a pregnancy, and it didn’t long for our friends and neighbors to find out the truth about you and what'd happened. Thankfully most of them were pretty chill about it and nobody gave you a hard time, at least not while I was around as your (very obvious) protector. That didn't stop you from turning into a hermit and trying to avoid going out, ashamed that our little 'oops' had outed you to the community at large.

I just wish you could see you the way I did.

Brave, resilient, and ridiculously handsome with our child growing in your swollen womb, I can't keep my eyes off of you. You're just another man to me, just with slightly different plumbing than most, and I can't even begin to tell you how awed I am by the fact that you're gonna make me a dad. A dad!

And rather than disgust me, your changing body is so fucking hot that I can barely stand it. If your womb wasn't already occupied, I'd probably have already put another baby in there, as often as you've been spreading your legs for me lately.

I know you don't like the way you look right now, but dude… you're so perfect.

[lazysimp]

Innocence /// Virgin!Tamaki x Top!Male Reader (18+)

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Request: Hello! Can I request a Top male reader* x Tamaki. It's his first time and he's very shy and reader takes advantage of it.

A/N: Of course anon, I love the idea of corrupting a sweet innocent Tamaki

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI explicit sexual content, virgin!Tamaki, dominate reader, submissive Tamaki, mild somnophilia/dubcon, tentacles, handjob, He/Him pronouns

Word count: 4k

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Patience had never been a virtue of yours, so when a soft timid Tamaki beat around the bush asking you out on your first date you took the first step. And when he could not find the words to ask for a second you gladly volunteered them. Instead of growing annoyed or feeling emasculated your sweet boyfriend looked at you with gratitude every time you guided the relationship.

So, when it was finally time to take your relationship with him to the next level it was no surprise that you were the one to push it there. In the dimness of your shared bedroom, you laid still in bed listening to his breathing. During the day he would never let you stare at him like this, he would grow too flustered and hide his face.

You wish more than anything he could see himself how you see him. How he is the strongest person you know, choosing to push beyond his limits every day to save those around him, uncaring if it left him in a panic after. You had to bite your tongue every time he came home from work covered in blood and dirt. In your mind you know he can handle himself, but the idea that someone can look at Tamaki and still choose to hurt him baffled you.

You raise your hand to his face and brush your knuckle across his cheek. You wanted to be with him in every way, but you were so unsure he was ready. You know if you asked, he would say yes, he would never deny you. But he has never shown any sign that he wanted to take that next step.

So when a deep groan left his soft pink lips your ears perked up. Normally the only sounds he made while he slept were a few soft huffs as he shifted around. You sit up in bed, now watching his face intensely. Maybe your mind made up the sound, desperate for an excuse to jump on him. But to your delight, his mouth opened, and a single word left his lips, "Please."

This had to be too good to be true. Was your boyfriend having a sex dream? You needed to investigate. Carefully lifting the covers, you look down his slender body unit your eyes landed on his pants. You rub your eyes to clear them and make sure you were seeing things right and you were. A large bulge pushed the seam of his pants up, his erection barely contained in his underwear.

Instantly you felt heat flare-up in between your legs. You look up at his face and grow even hotter, his cheeks were dusted pink, and the tips of his pointed ears were bright red. His lips were slightly parted letting you catch a glimpse of his teeth as he let out another low groan, this one even more desperate than the last.

Without thinking you trail your hands down his chest, tracing the soft muscles until you landed on the elastic of his pants. You could feel the warmth he emitted and moved in closer until you lie parallel to him. The soft purple hair of his happy trial teased the tip of your fingers as you ever so carefully slip your hand under his pants.

You watch his face for any distress, but he held the same expression. Growing bolder you inch your hand further down until your fingers brushed against the head of his cock. You have to stop for a second, already overwhelmed at how far you have gone.

He was so warm and soft, his sweet olive smell filling your nose. You needed him so bad, needed to be close with him, touch him, love him. So you take a deep breath and wrap your hand around the head of his cock. You could feel his hot length pulse in your hand, just begging for your touch.

Needing to touch him more you place your lips by his delicate ears and whisper, "Tamaki, baby, wake up for me."

The man under you tensed and ever so slowly his eyes lazily opened, "Huh?"

You can't help but laugh at his dazed expression, he looked like a newborn fawn. "Baby, can you look down for me?"

His bright purple eyes looked at you with confusion but did what you told. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before his gaze snapped to meet yours. "What?" he asks his eyes wide, "What are you doing?"

You keep your face neutral, not wanting to give away too much, "I could hear you begging in your sleep." You purr, "And when I looked down, I could not help but notice the tent in your pants."

His face grows impossibly redder, and he looks anywhere but your face. Not liking that you gently acquiesce your hand around his cock until his eyes snapped back to you.

"What were you dreaming about Tamaki?"

"N-nothing?"

You tsk your tongue, "That's not true, is it?" You lift the hand is his pants up, revealing his hard cock for both of you to see. You could hear his breath hitch as he was finally able to see what your hand was doing.

"Now why don't you tell me what you were really dreaming about?"

You could see his mouth open and close as he tried to form words. His purple eyes started to grow wide and wild. Needing to stop that train of thought you decided to try something else.

"How about I try to guess what your dream was about?"

His breathing slowed and he tiled his head, "What do you mean?"

"We will play a game of hot and cold. If I am doing something you saw in your dream you say hot and if I do something that was not in your dream you say cold."

He looks to the ceiling, "I've never played that game."

You softly smile, "That's ok, we can try it out and if you don't like it, I will stop."

"A-alright," he tightly swallows, "Let's try it."

You let out a squeak of joy and peck him on the cheek, "I am so proud of you!"

He gives you a wobbly smile, but you could see his eyes starting to dilate. He was getting excited.

You look down at your hand and take a deep breath. You know he has never done anything like this, so you had to make this perfect for him. Wrapping your hand around his cock, you gently slid it down until it rests on the base.

The soft hair surrounding his base ticked the back of your hand as you let it rest there for a second waiting to see what he says.

"Cold," he mumbled weakly.

You give him a rewarding squeeze and began to pump your hand, admiring how his foreskin traveled up to cover his glands. Everything about Tamaki was perfect and his cock was no exception. It was long, almost double the size of your hand. Instead of being perfectly straight, it bent off a little to the side. You could not wait to take advantage of that.

"Warmer," he said a little stronger.

"Good boy," you praise, starting to pump your hand a little faster.

A shiver traveled through his body at your words. You made a mental note to praise him more. As you gently pump your hand on his cock another idea popped into your mind. You slip his underwear down with your free hand giving you room to dip your hand lower until it settles on the tight skin in between his balls and hole.

You watch his face for any signs of distress as you gently press one finger at his entrance. You could feel him tense for a second but as you continued to stroke his cock his hole relaxed enough to allow one finger to slip inside.

"Bunny," he cried, "Warm."

You hum your approval, sinking your finger even deeper inside his tight hole while you pumped your hand, once, twice, three strokes. His hips started to lift in time with your hand, creating even more delicious friction.

"So good Bunny, don't stop!"

You press another finger inside him, giving him a few seconds to adjust before you spread open your finger, scissoring the digits. His hands desperately grip the sheets beside you, trying to find purchase as you stretch him open.

“Please Bunny I need,” he begged, unsure what he really needed. Needy cries filled your ears as you started to stroke him at a punishing pace, already feeling his cock pulse in your hand.

"Hot, hot, Bunny it's so hot." He cries, his hips rising to meet your hand. You deepen the thrusts of your fingers, pushing them up until you found a soft spongy spot inside him. His hips lurch up and a sob leaves his lips as you press on that spot inside him, keeping your hand moving on his dick.

You force yourself to keep steadily pumping, knowing the consistent pressure is what he needed to finally tip over the edge. And you were right, with his hands white knuckling the sheets he came with a silent cry, his face contorted in pleasure.

You watched mesmerized as he releases all over your hand and his stomach. You ease your grip on his cock, not wanting to overstimulate him too much, and instead weakly kept your wrist moving, letting him ride out his high. His chest rapidly fell up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

You carefully pull your fingers out of his ass, watching carefully for any signs of discomfort. As he came back to reality, he looks down at you with a wobbly gaze, “I’m sorry.”

Your hand flies up to cradle his cheek, “What are you sorry for baby?”

He looked down at the mess on his stomach, “I came too early, I messed the game up.”

You take a second to try and find the right words and finally settle with, “We are just having fun Tamaki, there is no winning or losing.”

His hands lift to cover his face, “But I finished so fast, it’s humiliating.”

“Hey,” you coo, “It’s just me and I thought you cumming so quickly was hot.”

His hands lowered slightly so his eyes could look at you skeptically.

You laugh, “I am serious, the way you could not control yourself and cried out will be the fuel of my late-night fun for weeks.”

His hands fell from his face and the look in his eyes changed completely, “You think about me when you touch yourself?”

"Yeah baby. You are all I can think about when I touch myself. I think about how your cute little ears twitch when you are embarrassed, I think about how good you look in your hero uniform, and I especially think about the look on your face as you take down a villain. But do you want to know what gets me off every time?"

He nods eagerly, the embarrassment of finishing quickly long forgotten. You crook your finger at him urging him to lean in closer. When his pointy ear was inches from your mouth you whisper, "I think about how you would use your quirk to fill me up until you are the only thing I can feel."

He shoots back and looks at you with a mix of curiosity and horror, "You don't mean. . ."

You nod, "Yeah baby that is exactly what I mean."

His entire face grows bright red, "B-but that is so, so dirty."

"That is why it's so hot."

"What do you say we continue our little game but it will be my turn to say hot or cold?"

"Y-you want me to touch you like that?" He whispered the last word.

"Yeah baby, I want you to touch me like that."

He bites his bottom lip, "What if I mess it up or hurt you?"

"You have nothing to worry about baby, I will be in charge the entire time."

The worry on his face eased a little at your words but you could see he was still fiddling with his fingers.

"Why don't we start off slow?" You suggest, rubbing your hand along his bicep.

"You can put your hands anywhere on me and I will say hot the closer you get to where I want your hand to be."

"What if I touch you somewhere you don't want to be touched?"

"Impossible," you mumble, "There is nowhere I don't want your hands to be."

A high whine left his lips, the sound sending heat flashing through you. Oh, you wanted to ruin him, and you were pretty sure he would let you.

Not wasting any more time you wrap your hand around his wrist and lift it towards your chest, letting him get a feel for your skin. His breathing increased and his eyes grew wide as you dragged his hand up your chest until it rested near your collarbone.

"I am going to drop my hand, remember I will let you know where to touch me, all you have to do is follow my cues.

He nods, barely breathing as you drop your hand from his, leaving him free to explore. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, staring at his hand touching you. His soft cock was already filling again, ready to stand to attention as he carefully dragged his hand down the side of your arm. He looks to you for instructions.

"Cold," you mumble as his hands drift off to your hands. He nods, his fingertips sliding up your arms. Involuntary you could feel goosebumps follow the trail of his fingers. If he ever figured out how much power he held over you, you would be doomed.

His fingers trail up until his hand settles around your neck. "Warm," you groan pushing yourself closer into his hand.

With his first hand occupied his second slips under your shirt, sliding up the soft material until he revealed your chest to his view. You could hear his breathing stop completely as his gaze locked onto your soft peaks.

"Breath Tamaki," you order, "In and out, that's it." You watch his chest rise and fall slowly as if it took intense concentration to remember to breathe.

When his breathing grew steadier his hand reached out and slid up your stomach. "Warmer," you reach out to bunch the blankets in your hands, needing something to keep your hands busy.

His brows furrowed as his long cold finger circled around your areola, watching in amazement as your nipple bunched into a tight peak. "Warmer," you say, needing him to deepen his touch.

Thankfully he seemed to understand what you wanted as his fingers pinched the bud and rolled it. You could not stop the whine from leaving your throat as he flicked his finger against your nipple.

Growing bolder from your reaction Tamaki dipped his head until his mouth was only a breath away from your nipple. Again, his bright purple eyes look up at you for approval.

"Hot baby," you bring your hands to thread through his hair as his lips wrap around the swollen peak, sucking it into his wanting mouth. His cheeks hallow as he takes long drags, his tongue lashing the tender bud resting in his mouth.

Small mewls of approval leave your lips as the hand on your nipple pinches and pulls, a stark contrast from the soft teasing of his mouth. The difference in touch left you reeling, if you thought you were hard before, you were fucking steel now.

"Tamaki," you push his head in closer, wanting more, god you wanted so much more. He strengthens the suck on your nipple until you were sure he was going to leave a mark.

The hand on your nipple leaves and started to trail down the softness of your abdomen, caressing the skin. "Warmer," you moan, hoping they would go where you wanted. And he did, his fingers lift the elastic of your underwear and his palm resting on your length, waiting to be told what to do.

You reach over to the side of the bed and pull out a bottle of lube you had hidden away. You quickly squeeze a generous glob of the liquid onto the head of your cock, watching as it dripped down to Tamaki’s hand." It will make it easier later on,” you explain as he stares at the viscous liquid.

“Oh, ok,” he agrees, unsure what you meant but too excited to care.

One finger slides down your length, tracing a vein before he wrapped his hand around you. You both let out a groan of want as his hand slowly moves up.

The palm of his hand wet itself with your precum, making it easy for his hand to slid down the length of your cock before settling as your base. His other hand raised up to your mouth, you give it an inquisitive look but open your mouth anyways, allowing his dainty fingers to come inside. You swirl your tongue around the digits, wetting them with your spit before letting him pull away.

As his finger dips down toward your entrance you mumble, "Warmer."

He lets out a low groan, sucking harder on your nipple as his finger moves down until it settles on the outside of your hole. In the quiet of your room, you could hear the lewd sounds of his fingers breaching your entrance.

You let out a hiss, surprised he had forced you to take two fingers so quickly but the burn felt so good you let it slide. The fingers inside you twist down and press, you had a rough idea what he was trying to do. “Cold Tamaki.”

The fingers inside you twist around again, blinding looking for your sweet spot. After a few misses attempts you could feel him grow more agitated, his teeth now nibble on the tender bud of your nipple. "Patience baby, move your finger up, just like that, a little to the side- there!"

Your hips lurch up into his hand as his finger finally brushes across your prostate. Your hands in his hair tighten to a bruising hold but he didn't seem to mind, in fact, your reaction drove him even further.

His soft fingers hone in on the spongy tissue, rubbing it gently, a little too gently.

"Harder Tamaki, touch me a little harder."

And the good boy did as he was told. His middle finger pressed down with force, his fingers making a firm coaxing motion. You were feral, having him touch you like this was better than any fantasy your mind had made up to help you get off. There was no comparison to having the real thing.

While his mouth distracted you, the fingers in your ass grow longer and softer. You look down in confusion unsure what was going on only to see purple tentacles now fill you instead of his fingers. One large tentacle wrapped itself around the length of your cock, with one large sucker latching onto the tip of your cock, sucking on it like a mouth.

Your head falls back, too overwhelmed to watch anymore. You could already feel the tight grip you had on your control slipping away. Following the cues of your body, Tamaki used another tentacle to tease around your entrance. It circled around the tight hole, wetting itself in your pre-cum before carefully pushing inside along with the rest, stretching you impossibly wider.

He releases your nipple to watch his tentacles sink deeper inside you. The tightness of you around him would fuel his fantasy for years to come. He had always felt deeply for you but doing something like this with you made everything click into place. There was no one else in the world he would ever want to share this with and being with you for his first time was something he would never forget.

He made sure to move his tentacles up inside you, remembering something Mirio had told him a year earlier about how men’s g-spot is on their ass. It seemed his best friend was right. You bucked wildly into his hand, he could tell you were fighting to keep control of your movements, but he wanted to see you lose control, he wanted to see his Bunny become wild.

So when the sucker around your cock strengthened its pull you had to reach down and frantically pull it away before it tipped you over the edge. Tamaki instantly stops what he is doing and looks at you with eyes full of worry.

"You made me feel so good baby," you praise, pulling him in for a hug. “Too good, I was going to finish right then and there.”

"You really liked it? What I did with my quirk?" he asked weakly.

"Fuck Tamaki I don't think I will ever be able to get myself off without your help," you look down at him, "Nothing could compare to that."

A bright smile spreads across his face, "I am glad I made you feel that good bunny, but why did you make me stop?”

You look down at his body and smile.

His head tilts and he follows your eyes until it lands in his erection. His breath sputters as he tries to wave it away, “Wait, you don’t mean-“

“I want to cum inside you baby.”

“I, you, you want to- “

“Fuck you. Yeah baby I want to stretch that tight ass around my cock and fuck you until you can’t speak.”

His mouth opens but no sounds come out, for a second you worry you have finally pushed him too far but suddenly he snaps back into focus. “Yeah, bunny, I want to d-do that too.”

You give him a relieved smile and get to work. You quickly take off your underwear and have him swing his leg over your lap, positioning him to hover over your waist. You reach down and grab ahold of your throbbing cock still slick from earlier, lining it up with his hole.

With you already being prepared all you had to do was push down on his hips, urging him to sink lower, slowing impaling him with your length. You could feel the tightness of his hole as it resisted your entrance at first, not letting you move forward.

Soft mewls left his lips as he tried to relax and let you in but he could not do it on his own, “Shh baby, it is ok,” you coo, trying to get him to relax.

“I don’t think it is going to fit,” he whines, starting to lift himself up.

“It will work,” you mumble, and pull him in for a kiss. You explore his mouth with your tounge, distracting him until you could feel his hole begin to soften. Not wasting time you thrust your hips up, finally popping past the tight ring of muscle guarding his entrance.

A loud cry rips from his throat as you sink into his heat further, the head of your cock now settled inside him.

You force yourself to look up and meet his eyes and it was beautiful. He was an absolute wreck, already gasping for air and you were not even halfway in. His pupils were blown out, eyes barely focusing until you grab his hair and force him to look down.

“Watch baby,” you coo, “Watch me take you like this. No one but me will ever get to see you like this but me.”

He whimpers but complies, watching you sink in the last few inches. You lean forward and press your lips to his one again, wanting to be surrounded by him. Needing his taste on your tongue. At the same time, you start to lift your hips, admiring the feel of him slipping down onto your cock.

With each rotation of your hip, a new whine filled your mouth as he tried to stay in control. You broke the kiss and ordered, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

He complied, his fingers digging into your skin and helping to increase the power of each thrust.

“Y-you are so perfect,” Tamaki panted as you rocked your hips forward in time with his. “I never want to be without you.”

“My baby,” you groan, “You are a natural, feel so good around me.”

His breath hitches, you could feel him growing closer, the hands on your shoulders weakening and the trusts becoming more desperate. Wanting to cum together you reach down and grab ahold of his pulsing cock.

“That’s it Tamaki,” you groan, “I want you to cum on my cock.”

Without needing to be told twice his hand came to life spurting three tentacles. The smaller two spread dipped low, gently cradling the weight of your balls with the third latched onto his cock, joining your hand to stroke himself with its slippery ribbed texture.

“Oh fuck,” you cry, your head falling forward to rest in the crook of his neck. You could feel his hole tightening around you, spasming as he grew closer, “Just like that Tamaki, please keep going just like that.”

And as always, he did as he was told. He lifted his hips, riding your cock at the same speed, driving you higher and higher, the tentacles on your balls gently squeezed mercilessly milking the pleasure from your body.

“Ah, god Tamaki, just like that,” you babble, unsure if the words were even able to be understood.

You could feel yourself slipping further away and needed to do something before you embarrassed yourself. You shifted up your hips, changing the angle of your thrusts. The next time your cock plunged inside of him, your length brushes against his prostate.

A beautiful look of shock crossed his face, there was no time to prepare himself before an explosion of pleasure suddenly blasted through him. He could not even cry out as he was swallowed whole by his release.

He convulsed in your arms, his mouth opens in a silent scream as his ass clenched around you, sending you spiraling too. In the middle of your haze, you could make out his hole clenching your cock as you fill him to the brim with your cum. His tentacle still toying with your taunt balls.

No longer able to support himself Tamaki collapses onto your chest, relying on you to stay upright. You wrap your arms around his wairs, pulling him in closer to your chest. He rests his cheek on your pec and you could hear his broken breath as he slowly recovers.

“Wow bunny,” Tamaki says breathlessly, “That was amazing!”

You kiss his sweaty neck weakly, “Yeah baby it was.” You look down to where your bodies were still joined and could already make out some of your cum starting to seep out of him.

“Bunny, I don’t think I can move.”

You laugh, “Oh good, because I don’t think I can either.”

He slouches down even more, “I think I will just lay here for a little bit; you feel so warm.”

You tighten your arm around his waist, holding him close, “Sounds good to me.”

[rocorambles]

Until Death Do Us Part

Pairing: Akaashi x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Sea Warlock!Akaashi, Mermaid Reader, Non-Con/Rape, Mind Control, Body Modification

Summary: As a little girl you’ve always dreamed of marriage, but maybe you should have been more careful of who you decided to exchange eternal vows with.

This is for @terushimooo's Aquatic August collab. Happy swimming~

You love Itachiyama, love waking up and seeing the endless sea of blue, love waving down at all the sea creatures, sirens, mermaids, and so much more who cheerfully greet you. You love Itachiyama and Itachiyama loves you, the citizens of your kingdom eagerly calling your name and shoving free samples of tasty food and merchandise in your hand as you swim by the marketplace, excited to interact with their favorite (and only) princess.

But as much as you genuinely love your realm, you’ve always been too curious for your own good, your sheltered life forcing your imagination to go wild as you listen intently to merchants and travelers from out of town who tell you about corners of the ocean and sea creatures you’ve never even heard of.

There’s a limit to how much pretty words and mental images can satisfy you and your cousins Sakusa and Komori roll their eyes and sigh when you begin to repeatedly try sneaking out from their protective watch, eager to experience what lies beyond the borders of your safe haven.

It’s a comic joint effort between the citizens, your cousins, and the royal guards as they all work to keep you as safe as they can. It becomes a game of sorts, one that they all begrudgingly begin to enjoy, and laughter fills the kingdom when citizens take turns cheering for you or your cousins as Sakusa and Komori rapidly swim after you, leaving ripples and bubbles in your wakes as your tails flick back and forth.

They’re hesitant to let you wander off on your own at first, the creatures of your realm and the palace guards begging you to at least let them accompany you when you’re insistent about exploring the surrounding areas. Sakusa scolds you, always dragging you back to the palace when you do manage to escape, although you hide your smile when you see how he wordlessly takes all your new discoveries from you and carries them back for you. Komori also nudges you back when he’s the one sent to find you, although he always lets you wander around for a while longer when he does locate you, indulging your whims before finally enticing you back home with the promise of a new seashell necklace, his treat.

But over time they begin to relax, just wishing you safe travels and exploring when they do see you ready to slip past the border, Sakusa and Komori reminding you not to stray too far and not to stay out too late when their schedules don’t permit them to leave with you.

You love meeting new people, exploring new towns, seeing the sights outside of the bubble you’ve grown up in. But novelty wears off and even the surrounding territories begin to become familiar to you, an old itch beginning to creep inside of you once again, a desire to see even more churning inside of you. And it’s that yearning inside of you that has you secretly wandering in a different direction one day, going far further than you’ve ever been before, leading you to Akaashi’s lair.

Akaashi sees you long before you even realize you’re in his territory and he’s intrigued to say the least. He can’t even count the number of greedy, selfish, desperate souls who’ve sullied his grounds, disgustingly groveling at his feet, whining for their wishes and desires to be granted. But you? You’re different. He can tell just by how unaware and genuinely curious you are as your eyes flit about the unknown area, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the site of different coral and species of fish you’ve never seen.

You’re not here for him. He’s sure you don’t even know exactly whose lands you’ve naively fluttered upon. And before he even realizes what he’s doing, his legs have transitioned into a mass of swirling tentacles, rocketing him towards your direction.

When’s the last time he’s talked to someone outside of the lowlife scum who begged and pleaded for his help? When’s the last time he was able to enjoy another’s company? The warmth of another’s body entwined with his?

There’s a painful tug at his heart when he sees how you tense at his presence, fear lacing your gaze when you connect the mass of glossy black tentacles on his lower half and his piercing blue orbs to his true identity.

It’s not hard to understand exactly who you’re face to face with, the rumors of the sea warlock’s appearance and reputation having spread far and wide. You’ve always been horrified by the stories you’ve heard. Maybe it’s because you’re far too simple-minded, far too easily satisfied as both your cousins fondly tease you about. But you can’t imagine wanting anything enough to give up your voice, your tail, your ability to love and laugh.

You know Akaashi only takes from those who seek his help, that you technically have nothing to fear. But you still cower in front of him, folding your tail in front of you and clutching it to your chest, a small silly part of you scared that he’d snatch it away from you.

The gesture makes Akaashi laugh and you stare wide-eyed at the handsome creature in front of you, your tail slowly flopping from your arms and floating freely as you let the lovely tinkle of his laugh echo around you.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on taking your tail. Unless you’ve come here for me to grant a request?”

You furiously shake your head from side to side, still a little apprehensive as he sends a small amused smile your way. But as he continues talking, you can feel the tension ease from your body, your body matching Akaashi’s pace as he gives you a tour of his neck of the woods. He’s so well-spoken, a soothing tone to his voice that easily lulls you into a sense of peace as you eagerly listen to him tell you about the local wildlife and terrain.

He tells you stories of worlds and creatures you can’t even begin to fathom. He tells you of life above the waters and in the sky. And you find yourself returning back to him over and over again, although it would be a lie to say it’s purely out of a desire to learn more.

Your curiosity is as insatiable as always, but you get distracted more often than not when Akaashi speaks. You get lost staring at that striking face and into those gorgeous eyes. Your eyes glitter in awe as he effortlessly transitions between gracefully swimming upon a mass of tentacles to fluttering two human legs in the sea, appendages you’ve never seen before.

You’re falling fast and hard for the sea warlock and you don’t think there’s any going back.

Akaashi knows there’s no going back.

He’d fallen for you the second you had opened up to him, the moment you had seen him as just another creature to befriend instead of a wish given genie whose only purpose was to dole out wishes. And he’s not ignorant to the way your eyes wander across his figure, his face, how you badly try to hide your growing attraction to him.

So it only makes sense that he doesn’t resist temptation anymore now that he knows the feelings are mutual and he hungrily lets his tentacles wind around your waist, pulling you towards him so he can embrace you in his warms, closing his eyes in bliss as your barely covered torso presses against his own bare chest. One of his hands snakes to unclasp your seashell top while his lips devour yours, sighing at how sweet you taste.

But he grimaces in displeasure when your tail begins to wildly flail from side to side, your hands annoyingly pressing against his chest. And he pulls back, brows furrowed as he tries to understand what’s wrong, only to scowl when he sees hesitation tinged with fear in your pretty eyes.

He thought you were far beyond this point. What is there to be scared of? Why are you so skittish? But he hasn’t gotten as far as he has by blowing his fuse so he forces his tentacles to relinquish you, lightly replacing them with his hands as he brings you over to his bed, letting you sit on his lap and tuck your head under his chin as he gently rubs his thumbs soothingly over your waist.

It’s a good sign that you feel comfortable enough to bury your face in his chest and he lets you sit there silently, waiting for you to speak up. And his patience is rewarded when you nervously draw aimless partners on his skin as you begin to talk.

He bites back a laugh when you ramble on about how you’ve never even had a boyfriend before, never done more than platonically hug and kiss your family and friends. This is all so new to you and isn’t it too fast, too soon? What even are the two of you? Does he even like you? Love you? You don’t want to be just a notch in his bedpost. You want to date, get married, have a family. Only married people can do the things...the things that…

You trail off in embarrassment, unsure how to even phrase things you’ve only whispered about in hushed voices with your friends, that you’ve never experienced for yourself before. But your face heats when a low chuckle reverberates in your ears, gasping when one of Akaashi’s hands digs into your skin, the other traveling sensually up your spine before roughly grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss that’s all heady hunger that leaves you breathless.

It would be so easy to just give in, to melt and moan as his nails threaten to pierce your skin, his arms caging you against him until all you can feel, see, and smell is him. Your tongues entangle with each other and you gasp when his fingers begin to slip under a seashell, the other hand teasing the transition of skin to scale. But when he begins to tweak a nipple and palm your ass, you’re jolted back to reality, the morals of chastity and purity you’ve been raised with battling against the temptation of Akaashi’s touch.

“Wait, Keiji. Wait!”

This time there’s no hiding his irritation and you flinch at the annoyance in his eyes as he stares you down, a coldness in his face you’ve never seen before. But you press on, believing that if he truly cared for you, he’d understand. All your girlfriends had told you that if you found the right one, they’d be patient, they’d wait until you were ready.

“I- I really like you, but I don’t think I’m ready for this yet. I want to go on dates, get engaged, get married. And maybe it’s old-fashioned, but I want our first time to be our wedding night, after we’ve said our vows and promises to be together forever.”

“You want to be together forever?”

Akaashi can’t help but smile at the hopeful look in your eyes when you nod your head in affirmation.

“Then until death do us part.”

You’ve always wondered what magic would look or feel like and now you know. You whimper as you feel something powerful, something foreign surge through you, Akaashi’s eyes glowing far more than they should, the shadows of his cave seeming to grow and loom over the two of you. There’s a searing pain on your lower abdomen and the expanse of your chest and you scream as it fills like your tail is being torn into two.

And suddenly there’s a feeling of something wrapping around your heart, an ache between your legs-

Your legs?

You stare in horror, tears forming in your eyes when you see your beautiful tail replaced by two legs, strange black markings permanently engraved over your womb, the scrawl of Akaashi’s name taunting you from its loving placement above your heart.

“Don’t cry, my love. Look we can match now. Consider it a reminder of our new beginning together, the start of the rest of our lives.”

This is a mockery of everything you’ve believed a marriage to be and you only sob harder as Akaashi pins you on your back, his legs in between yours pushing them apart. But he tires of your pained and agonized cries and you gasp as the new markings decorating your skin begin to glow blue. Fear is replaced with lust and all you can think of is Akaashi, all you want is Akaashi, all you need is Akaashi.

There’s just enough of your own will to know this isn’t right, this isn’t truly you. But you can’t do anything against your body and mind’s cravings, the way you instinctively lean into every kiss, every touch. Is this how it always feels? You can’t tell if the delirious pleasure you’re feeling is normal or if it’s being heightened by whatever incantation Akaashi has you under. But you can’t bring yourself to care about the details, not when your eyes are rolling back in your head, something slick leaking from between your new limbs as Akaashi makes his way down your body, mouth and fingers lapping at your new slit.

Your chest heaves, nipples standing at attention, gleaming with Akaashi��s saliva as your body contorts as he continuously pumps in and out of you, adding finger after finger until it feels like you’re going to burst. You don’t even recognize the wanton cries in the air as your own, lewd whines of “Keiji, Keiji, Keiji” filling the air. And then there’s a snap, your body going rigid as something coils tight inside of you before you’re wailing, body thrashing and convulsing around the four digits stuffed inside of you, your arousal coating Akaashi’s fingers and dripping down his wrist.

You hate how wrong it feels to be empty, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of his fingers as he pulls them out. But you flinch at the sight of Akaashi seductively licking his skin clean of your mess, desire making his eyes dark as he contently hums at your taste. You try to use his distraction as a chance to slowly crawl away, but you let out a surprised cry when strong hands drag you back in place, spreading your legs once again.

“We’re not done with our wedding night yet, darling.”

Something hard and thick nudges at your entrance and you struggle anew to no use as your markings glow blue once more. And suddenly you’re pliant and aroused all over again, overwhelmed tears streaming down your face as despair and lust mix together, only heightening the dizzying feeling of having Akaashi’s cock balls deep inside of you. It’s too much, too soon and yet it’s not enough, desire pulsing inside of you, need making you go mad.

But it doesn’t matter what you want or how you feel and Akaashi reminds you of that as he uses your body to chase his own end, hips thrusting in and out of you, cock dragging against your oversensitized walls. On and on he goes, following through with a relentless, brutal pace, spurred on by your lewd moans and the way your nails draw blood as you claw at him, body trying to ground itself in any way.

You’re tumbling over the edge once more and what husband would he be to not join his lovely new wife over that precipice of pleasure? So he follows you down, groaning and burying his face in your neck with a kiss as he thrusts one last time, sinking deep inside of you as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

Reality sinks in as the blue glow emblazoned on you begins to dim until only skin and dark markings are left and disgust makes your guts churn. All you want to do is curl up into a ball. All you want is to be back home with your cousins, joking with Komori, being a brat to Sakusa. All you want is to go back in time, go back to the carefree days of innocence and fluttering your tail when Akaashi was just a faceless name.

But there’s no going back and all you can do is lie there and accept your fate as Akaashi reverently kisses and caresses his marks on your body.

Until death do you part.

[duskamethyst]

needy.

a/n: as the title suggests.. my head was empty, only pro athlete atsumu.

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut, nsfw

warnings: pwp, daddy kink, breeding kink, mating press, slight degradation, praising, creampie

pairing: pro!atsumu x f!reader

summary: just horny couple things.

“‘tsumuuu.” you whine as you walk to your boyfriend lounging on the sofa, eyes glued on the large screen as he watches one of his favorite action movies. atsumu has no business to look that damn attractive– shorts to reveal his thick thighs as they spread and a shirt that seems to hug his toned body too well. he needs to keep fit after all, especially since he’s a professional athlete but it doesn’t help when your libido is up the roof right now. 

“hmm?” he replies, only tearing his eyes away to look at you when you wrap your arms around him from behind. “done showering?” he smiles, taking a whiff of your favorite floral scent from your body wash that lingers on your warm skin.

“mmhmm.” you kiss his temple as your hands squeeze his shoulders to offer a little massage while also hoping for a piece of his attention. 

“your hands feel good.” atsumu murmurs, sinking down further into his seat though his lazy eyes remain on the flashing tv screen. 

you pout from the lack of attentiveness, “i know something that feels even better.” 

“and what’s that?” you’re unsure if he’s acting coy or genuinely curious but you stride in front of him, body wrapped with nothing but just a towel and you sit on his lap and face the unfazed male. you can feel his mid hard cock on your bare pussy and your hips grind a little against the fabric of his shorts.

“baby, i can’t see my show.” his eyebrow quirks up as he looks at you but then he shifts his head to the side to peek over at the screen. 

“but i need you now.” you mumble, hips rolling in desperation to soothe the ache from your pussy. his erection grows harder and bigger in just mere seconds and your slick quickly drips down onto his shorts, forming a dark patch as it absorbs into the material.

but atsumu only sneers at your pathetic whimpers. “needy lil’ slut.” he gazes up at you adoringly and tucks away the damp hair behind your ear, “you want my fat cock inside that greedy cunt?”

“please, daddy.” you whimper, knowing the name would get him riled up especially when he loves knowing that your pleasure lays on him, and only him. atsumu lifts up his hips to tug his pants and boxers down to free his throbbing cock. it’s pretty amazing how your boyfriend is still collected despite being a horny little shit himself– him being the one who always jumped on you even when you did nothing that would even try to rouse him.

he smears your juices by dragging the head of his cock up your puffy folds and teases against your clit, sending a shock of pleasure to your core. “tell me how much you want it.” large brown eyes lock with yours as he uses his teeth to pull down your towel and tosses it aside.

“want it so much. want it to fill me up, make me feel good. wanna be so full.” you start to babble out of desperation and a cocky smirk etched on his lips as he observes your display of eagerness for him. 

“that’s my good lil’ slut.” atsumu isn’t hard to please and teasing you even further will only cause him more damage than it does to you. so he guides you down by holding your waist and your lips part to a moan at the feeling of his thick cock stretching your sloppy cunt. 

“t-thank you, daddy.” you choke before rolling your hips around his cock. 

the voices from the movie turn to white noise and atsumu is quick to forget about it. you start to hump on his cock and his head falls back to watch the way your perfect tits bounce in front of his face. his grasps on your waist are loose, giving you absolute control over him as you please yourself.

you lean to his broad chest and your movements become erratic as you found the right angle to fuck yourself deeper.

“that’s it, baby. use my cock.” he grunts over the feeling of your walls clamping down on him as your chorus of moans and whines sings a symphony into his ears, giving him a boost of ego knowing how great his big cock makes you feel.

“mmh– daddy– s-so good!” your hand clutches onto his tight shirt as leverage as you feel the knot in your lower stomach tightening to warn that you’re inching closer to your orgasm. a loud shriek elicits from your throat when a large hand spanks and grabs the meaty flesh of your ass. 

“fuck. you’re so tight.” atsumu spanks again and your wall clenches tighter around his cock in response. your slick is already dripping down his balls as your body starts to shake on top of him but atsumu holds you down by the hips to stop you from moving. 

“daddy, p-please.” you whine, eyes glassy as if you look like you’re about to cry if you don’t get to find your needed release.

“what is it, baby?” he muses, brushing out the hair from your face as his umber eyes stare into yours in a mixture of familiar admiration and lust. 

“wanna cum.” you poke your bottom lip out into a pout which you know atsumu is quick to melt into. he pretends to ponder for a moment, purposely makes you wait as he watches you squirm against him desperately. 

“c’mere,” atsumu shifts on his seat and lies down on the sofa. “sit on my face.”

your cheeks warm up a little at the thought of riding your boyfriend’s face. atsumu eagerly waits for you, sticking his tongue out and flat before you crawl up and shove your pussy in his mouth. he quickly latches on your swollen clit, flicking and sucking on the bud to make you squeal. his arms are wrapped around your hips, holding you as you grind onto his face until he’s nose deep into your cunt. 

“you taste so fuckin’ good.” he murmurs through your folds before prodding his tongue inside your hole and sucking out your slick like a starved man that craves for what your body spills. “this lil’ clit needs some attention, does it?” he toys the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue and gives a harsh suck.

“hah– daddy! gonna cum!” you sob as you tug a lock of his blonde hair and roll your hips erratically against his face to chase your high.

atsumu slaps your ass as his tongue flicks rapidly against your clit, encouraging you to cum on his tongue. you throw your head back with a loud moan ripping off from your throat when the pressure inside you finally snaps. your legs shake as you try to recollect yourself but atsumu remains to suck and lap off all what your body spills and cause you to shudder from the sensitivity. 

“i fuckin’ love it when you cum on my face.” a large hand comes down harshly on your ass, stinging and burning the skin. “you always make such a big mess.” 

“lie down, princess.” he directs. “let daddy take good care of you.” 

you submissively lie down on the sofa and spread your legs before atsumu crawls on top of you. he caresses your puffy folds with his thumb gently, smearing your slick all over before he grazes his tip with his precum. 

a low, guttural sound slips from his throat when he sinks his cock inside you. his brows are knitted together as he pushes deeper, relishing in the feeling of your tight walls clamping around him so well. 

“holy fuck. it’s fuckin’ tight.” he growls, rolling his hips just slowly to let your body acclimatize. 

“f-feels full, daddy.” you whine, extending your arms to his shoulder which he immediately leans down to the crook of your neck before he starts pounding inside your cunt. it stretches you so nicely that you think you might cum right there and then. 

atsumu chuckles in endearment, “what? i haven’t even cummed yet.”

“y-you know you’re big. shut up.” 

“damn right. gonna stuff you so full with my cum.” he snaps his hips at a faster pace and your legs quickly find themselves around his waist. “you’d like that, don’t ya?”

“mmhmm!” you squeal, hands clenching on his shirt firmly as you let him use you like a sex doll; like it’s all that you’re good for.

“make you so full with our kids?” he pulls out almost entirely and slams back in. “make your little hole into the shape of my fat cock?” 

“yesyesyes!” you moan as you savor the feeling of the veins and ridges on his cock dragging against your walls with each thrust. 

“you’re clampin’ down on me, princess.” he bites the supple flesh of your neck, sucking and nibbling until it bruises purple. “suckin’ me in your greedy cunt. you can never have enough of my cock, huh?”

“mmph– feels good!” your mind starts to turn into mush as he continues to fuck you and your toes curl as your second orgasm approaches quickly.

atsumu pulls away from you and unwraps your legs to fold your thighs up to your chest with your legs over his shoulders, putting you in a mating press that provides him the ideal angle to allow him to reach deeper into you. his weight pins you down and your lungs feel like they are crushed, but it isn’t as overwhelming as the tightening pressure in your lower stomach.

“ya like that? your pussy is clenchin’ around me like a fuckin’ slut.” he grins arrogantly as he watches your blissed out expression, tongue lolling out of your parted lips as you chant pretty moans for him. 

“g-gonna cum!” you can feel the knot in your lower stomach twisting and threatening to snap.

atsumu chuckles, “already?” he pounds harder, unmindful over the deep dent forming on the sofa. “then cum on daddy’s cock. daddy wants you to cream all around his big cock.”

he rubs tight circles on your swollen clit, edging you closer to your orgasm and your eyes roll back once you finally tip off, pussy fluttering and squeezing around him as you’re sent into a state of euphoria. 

“daddy makes you feel good, doesn’t he?” he coos as he fucks you through your high.

“t-thank you, da-ddy.” you gasp, mouth gaping as you pant for air. 

the room is filled with the sound of his balls slapping your skin mingling with his throaty grunts. his pace soon turns sporadic, balls tightening as he feels like he’s almost reaching his own orgasm. 

“sh-shit. ‘m gonna cum in this pretty pussy.” he growls, thrusting faster until his cock twitches and he grounds his hips as his warm seeds shoot inside your womb. he takes a brief moment to make sure he has emptied out inside you before he pulls out his softening cock. you can feel his load stuffing you full but atsumu presses your tummy and watches as his white cum leaks out from your cunt. 

“too much?” he brushes the hair out of your face and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

you nod meekly, feeling limp and weak all over. “don’t think i’ll be able to walk properly tomorrow.” 

atsumu snickers as he gazes into your heavy lidded eyes lovingly, “well, you have to, sweetheart. still need to use your legs when i fuck you in the shower later.”

duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Hello! I’ve been reading your Doctor Strange fics for a while and so far I have loved every single one!!! And so, I have finally decided to reach out a request a fanfiction :) I was hoping, if you feel up for it, a super angsty Stephen Strange x female reader??? Like she’s dies in his arms- I know dramatic but I am one for theatrics ;) anyways, like, maybe while she’s dying he’s thinking back on a whole bunch of domestic little moments of them as a couple- like early mornings with her on the counter as he makes breakfast or late nights watching movies on the couch??? And when he snaps back to reality it’s just her reassuring him that’s he’s going to be okay, not as concerned for herself as she is for him? Feel free to take complete creative liberties with this :) I’m not super picky and am sure I will love whatever you write! Thank you so much, I can’t wait to see what you do with this <3

Shattered Glass

Stephen Strange x f! Reader

Warnings: Super super angsty with death :') , but there's fluff mixed up in there too

Summary: After the battle, Stephen finds a wounded (Y/N) on the ground and tries to think of a way to save her but fails.

A/N: I hope you guys like this 💖💖💖 !! Honestly though I loved this writing idea but it is very angsty :') But if you like my writing, feel free to leave a request, I love doing them :)

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Stephen bit his bottom lip tightly, hoping to prevent the tremble that began as he took in her weak figure, her soft, delicate skin was splattered with copper colored liquid, lips turning a pale, sickly blue, as he watched the deep crimson stain in her lower stomach grow in size, dying her dirt-covered suit so that it resembled the same deep wine that she loved so much. Ripping off the bottom of his tunic, he pressed the material against her wound, the doctor in him racing for a solution without success, as some of the scarlet liquid quickly took control of it, reaching his scarred hands, staining them, making him notice the warm, salty trails that streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto her chest. Tilting his head up to the dull, grey sky, he began to blink rapidly, a futile attempt to stop the tears from falling down, a form of denial perhaps, which availed to nothing as they only grew more tormented and vigorous, like waves of a heartbroken storm.

His soft sobs, made her heart ache, numbing the dull pain that was increasing, enveloping her body, as she reached a dusty hand out to cup his cheek, "Darling, it- it's ok", gaining his attention so that he tilted his head down to gaze at her again, voice frail and fractured as she spoke, "Just- just look into- into my eyes", forcing the tears that threatened to spill over her face down, when she took in his broken expression.

As he continued to stare at her, he could've sworn that he heard his heart crack, like glass, amidst all the shouts and sorrow that boomed across the expanse, her braided hair had come loose, spreading wildly around her head, like a crown that was sticky and knotted in certain areas, her sparkling eyes were now dull and foggy, like she wasn't entirely there, even as she forced a painful smile on her face, she still looked ethereal to him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he steadied his voice, trying to urge the edges of his lips to curve upwards into a smile, for her, but they seemed to have a plan of their own, appearing more as a grimace, stammering out, "(Y/N), I- I can- can fix this-", using a free hand to grab hers, rubbing gentle circles into her icy, skin with his calloused fingers, "Just- I need- Just stay awake- please", his gentle voice almost breaking as the words came out.

His voice snapped her back to reality as her mind began to drift into the endless empty space, using her little strength to squeeze his palm that was intertwined in hers, "It'll be ok Stephen", frowning at the worried look that reflected through his eyes at her, struggling to speak as she tried to keep herself from straying away from him, ignoring the temptation of peace that lingered in the back of her head if she simply let go, hoping to calm his racing heart before that, "Do you- um- do you remember what my favorite part of the day is ?".

Pressing his lips together into a narrow, very fake and forced smile, he pushed down the pang of agony that flowed through his body, with each thump from his heart, wishing that he was the one in her arms, instead of this, knowing that it would be infinitely less painful than the current situation, "I- What ?", lying to himself that if he keeping her talking would give him time to think of a way to save her.

Her expression softened slightly, eyes turning to the sun for a moment, as if she was moving back in time, a flashback within her own mind, before turning back to him, the words streaming from her lips easily, "Movie nights with you", fixating her gaze back on him, filled with affection and adoration as she did, distracting his panic-stricken mind for a second as he thought back to the comforting memory along with her ----

"Stephen, if you aren't here in the next five seconds", she exclaimed from where she lay snuggled into the fluffy, silky covers of their bed, feet tucked into each other, the neon lights from the television screen reflecting onto her face, as she peered through the open door frame, expecting her sorcerer to walk through soon, "I'm going to watch this movie without you", hoping her threat would urge him to walk faster.

However, she found that her lips curved upwards into an excited grin as he walked in, balancing the large, shiny, cream colored bowl in his arms, filled to the brim, with golden, buttered, salty popcorn, playfully rolling his eyes at her earlier statement, "I think you can wait a little longer", handing the bowl into her outstretched arms, "especially for popcorn". He lifted the covers, making her hiss softly, as he tucked himself under it too, smirking as he felt her press her body into his, tangling her legs up with his, arms snaking around his waist, clutching softly. She hummed contently when one of his hands reflexively settled on her legs, enjoying the warmth he brought, as he lovingly rubbing the exposed skin, while the other steadied the bowl of popcorn between their intertwined frames, careful not to dirty the fresh sheets, as she reached for the remote, clicking the start button.

After half an hour, (Y/N) found the room strangely silent, Stephen's usual sarcastic comments not filling the space, making her giggle uncontrollably until her body was sore and she had almost fallen of the edge of the bed, close to an injury, turning her head to gaze at the man in question. She bit her lips hard, to stifle the laugh that grew in her throat when she was took in the sight of her boyfriend next to her, head tilted back in an extremely unattractive angle, mouth agape slightly, a trail of drool tracking down his chin, as he leaned slightly more towards her frame. Without tearing her eyes from him, she stuck her hand out behind her, aimlessly grabbing around the bedside table, searching for the cool, surface of her phone, her mischievous grin growing at her success. Tapping at the bright screen, she positioned the smartphone strategically in front of the sleeping sorcerer, clicking the button, snickering at the golden opportunity she was presented with. Unfortunately for her, she let out a high-pitched yelp, startling the man before her, forgetting that her flash was on, the sudden brightness in the once darkened room shocking her, making her jump back slightly. Composing herself, she tightened her grip on the slim, rectangle object in her hands, having played out similar situations multiple times, knowing that she had to defend this thing like her life depended on it if she wanted to keep this picture, soon to become the crowning jewel in her collection of pictures of the great sorcerer supreme, sitting back up only to be met with a knife-like glare. Sending him a sheepish smile, she promptly shoved herself of the bed, falling on the floor, making her groan in pain slightly before running out the room, giggling as she called out, "Love, I'm so sorry but this is so worth it", her voice filling the empty corridors.

Stephen remained amongst the tussled covers of the bed, sighing exasperatedly to himself, flopping down to the other side of the bed, creating a loud thumping sound, as the sounds of her footsteps grew quiet, too tired to chase after the woman, opting to yell from where he lay, enveloped comfortably in warmth, "You are so lucky that I'm in love with you".

---- A small trickle of joy flowed through him, making the edges of him mouth curl upwards into a small smile, promptly morphing into regret, thinking about how he should have chased after her, the bounding laughter, bouncing off the ancient walls of the sanctum they called home, relished in the brilliant luminance of delight and happiness that she radiated, like the sun of his world, where he existed only to revolve around her. Bringing himself back to the melancholy of the situation, he focused his attention back on the woman who was using his arms as support as she gazed into his eyes longingly, so full of devotion and love for him. He had-, has-, correcting his inner voice sternly, always loved the way she loved, so intense and passionate, throwing her whole being into it, the emotion practically seeping out of her, filling his own heart, once darkened in despair from his accident, making his head spin and turn giddy, like she was a drug that brought such extreme ecstasy, helping him find the light in his life again.

Trying to project strength in his voice, he fixated his gaze on her, using his hand to tuck away a strand of hair covering the front of her face, "Do you- um- Do you remember the first time I made you breakfast", attempting to discreetly wipe away the tears that stained his cheeks, which mixed with the dirt on his face, creating smudges of grey and brown across his cheeks. When no response came he felt his breath hitch in his throat, gently tapping her cheek, making her eyes flutter aimlessly around their surroundings for a while before landing on him, giving him a feeble grin, as she stuttered out, "How could I forget", she giggled a little, before wincing in pain as her hand shot out to clutch her side, still keeping the amused expression as she recalled the chaotic event ---

Light streamed into the spacious room, shining into the woman's eyes, stirring her from sleep, to which she responded by groaning, flopping over to her other side, digging her face deeper into the comforting, fluffy pillow, moving an arm around the bed, searching for the man that should have been next to her, with no avail, met only with edges of the silky duvet covers. She huffed annoyed, sticking her head up slightly, blinking a few times to get rid of the sleep in her eyes, as the room surrounding her slowly came into focus, her mouth curling into a frown when she took in the empty space next to her, sighing as she swung her feet out of the bed, planting them on the ground, "Why does he have to be such an early riser ?".

Pulling on a pair of short that were tossed haphazardly on the velvety chair in the corner of the room, she raised a hand to cover her yawn as she walked out of the door, walking slowly, still recovering from her slumber. Her footsteps echoed through the empty space, as she padded along the dark, hardwood panels that made the floor, reaching a hand to steady herself on the banister as she continued down the stairs, groaning quietly to herself, "Why are there so many stairs here ?", wrapping her arms around her frame when she had made it to the bottom, feeling the cold chill of December's morning caress the skin of her exposed skin.

As she turned another corner, she found that she was unconsciously making her way to the kitchen, calling out as she moved, eyes scanning the space around her, "Stephen", looking for her sorcerer, desperately still wanting to curl up next to his body, to steal some of the warmth that his body seemed to always radiate, "Stephen, Where are you ?".

Seconds later, she was able to answer her own question, leaning against the wall, watching the man struggle to make breakfast, frowning over his phone, so absorbed in his task that he was oblivious to her presence, multi-tasking as his eyes occasionally drifted to the iron-cast pan that sizzled dangerously at his side, yelping in pain when a tiny drop of oil jumped from the heated surface onto his forearm, making him jerk backwards, sending the object a glare as he turned the heat down. She gripped tightly at her sides, watching his actions, silently debating on whether she should come to his rescue or not, deciding to wait a little longer, wondering how the situation would play out if she let it.

He turned to his left, where a two plates sat, holding matching breakfast items, eggs, hash-browns and what she assumed was meant to be toast, her confusion arising from the fact that they more so seemed to resemble squares of charcoal, dark as the night sky. Groaning in frustration, "I'm a neurologist and a sorcerer", he gave the reflective, clean, white plates a furious look, eyebrows furrowed together, his lips forming a scowl the longer he looked at it, "Why is this hard ?".

Her eyes drifted towards the toaster that was nestled in the corner of the counter, quickly taking note of the settings, as she moved closer to the man, her steps alerting him, as his head spun around to face, giving a sheepish smile, as she curled her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face closer into the crook of his neck, placing a delicate kiss on the exposed skin, before tilting her head to lean comfortably on his shoulder, as she spoke gently into his ear, "Maybe cause you didn't check the heat settings, darling". Giggling as she watched his eyes move to the offending toaster, to which he turned around so that they were chest to chest, pulling her closer to him, in search of comfort, sighing contently when she began to sway their intertwined frames leisurely, gratefully smiling up at him, "I know what you were trying to do, and thank you". He pulled back slightly, lowering his head from where it was nestled on the top of hers, sighing in defeat, “I really didn’t think it was going to be this hard”, earning an amused grin from her, trying but failing to suppress the smile that began to bloom on his face too.

Trailing her fingers down the side of his face, moving to cup his cheek, running her thumb up and down the flushed skin, as she tilted his head down to meet hers, making their lips connect, instinctively moving in sync with each other, his grip on her waist tightening, in an attempt to tug her closer toward him. Breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against his, the only sound between the being their soft pants, until the most unpleasant smell floated through the air till it reached her nose, causing her to tear herself from him, shrieking as her hands flailed out, in reach of the soot colored pan, “The bacon-“, tossing it onto the heat mat, conveniently sat next to the stove, “we forgot about the bacon”. He stared at her, as she wiped her palms messily on the edges of her shirt, before resting them on her hips, giving him an apologetic look which promptly morphed into confusion, when the growing laughter in his throat finally escaped into the space around them. Contagious enough to make her join him, she stepped into his comforting embrace, nestling her face against his chest, enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation with him.

--- She coughed thickly, transferring her back to the non-ideal situation, her hand instantly rising to cover her mouth, revealing dark, wine-colored streaks across the skin, making her heart leap in fear, only worsening when she watched Stephen's face contort with concern. Promptly wiping her palms against the material of her suit, she stammered out, fighting the burning pain that was spreading throughout her skin and body, voice almost become a wispy sound of the breeze that blew past them, "I-I'm fine- Stephen", grimacing slightly as she spoke.

He felt that warm liquid stream down his face again, to pre-occupied to wipe them away as they continued down his cheeks, creating an upsetting salty taste in his mouth as some strayed from their original path, making his lips curve into a frown, exclaiming, "No- No- You're not fine", bringing a hand up to shield his eyes from her, more angry and upset in himself than her, "I need to save you". He should be able to save her, he has to, he needed her.

Feeling a roughened palm trail his cheek, he uncovered his eyes, fixating them on the frail woman before him, the soft smile that was spread across her face making his heart pound even more frantically at the thought of losing her. Thumbing away his tears, she brushed her fingers along his cheek, making him sigh defeatedly, knowing the words that would eventually spill from her lips, the thought alone enough to shatter his heart to pieces. "I can't be saved, and it's not your fault", she almost whispered out, feeling the wetness of her own tears, pouring across her bloodied skin, hot and agonized, the true reality it finally washing over her "You- You'll move on ... eventually, you'll learn- learn to live without me". She bit the inside of her cheek tightly, teeth pushing aggressively at the tender surface, stopping the intense sobs that she thought would overcome her. How could she leave the man she loved like this, not by choice, but they were at a dead-end now.

Using a finger he tilted her face up, so that they gazed directly into each others eyes, as he stumbled upon his words, "If- If- I had known that-", feeling the weight of his emotions crumbling down on him, struggling to hold it up, to keep himself strong for her.

Sensing the regret and guilt, running through him, she grabbed his scarred hand, twisting their fingers together, squeezing softly, feeling more like a brush than anything else, but still managed to catch his attention, "There was only one way for us to win", her words wobbly and unsteady, but the sureness in her voice was unwavering, "This is not your fault", bringing a a very slight ease to him.

Feeling herself consciousness grow more distant, drifting into the unknown, she clutched onto him tighter, the agonizing burning that coursed and tore at her body getting stronger, eyes shifting left and right nervously, searching for an impossible relief. Noticing her sudden change in demeanor, he leaned closer toward to her frame, their faces only a few centimeters apart, noses touching, perfectly nestled next to each other, "I'll be fine, let go", finally connecting their lips, for a passionate, slow, desperate kiss, a silent, final 'I love you', moving in sync, their tears creating a salty taste in their mouths.

Breaking the kiss, he positioned his hands on her hair, gently stroking and untangling the knots that had formed in the heat of battle, watching as her eyes fluttered, the light that glittered in them being reduced to a dim spark and eventually nothing, as her chest stopped rising up and down. No longer able to control the emotion, he let it take control of him, the tears falling down freely, blurring his sight, so that everything around him was a muddy mix of colors, only swiping his hand across them to focus on her body, before raising a hand to tenderly close her eyelids. Holding her body close to him, he wrapped his arms delicately around her waist, already missing the way her hands used to instantly intertwine behind his neck, face nestled into the crook of his neck, placing soft kisses on the warm skin, only increasing the strength of his sobs, comparing how she now felt ice-cold and had gone pale, all the life poured out of her, like a broken porcelain doll in his lap. Leaning in, still cradling her, he softly placed his lips on her forehead, rocking her back and forth gently, his tears staining her skin, dampening the spots on her face where hers had already dried. He continued to hold her close to him, wishing he could still go back in time, and put himself in her place, feeling his heart crack slowly before shattering into jagged pieces of glass, clattering onto the ground, echoing in the emptiness of himself, feeling that a part of him died along with her.

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- also @thefluffypan I hope I brought your idea to life and that you like it :) -

[little-diable]

Deal with the consequences - Jasper Hale (smut)

Request by anon: I was wondering if when you get the time I could request a Jasper smut off the November prompt list, prompts 28 & 33. Maybe with the Major, where he gets jealous after the reader intentionally tries to rial him up. Maybe they made a bet on who could go longer with out touching the other but she just pushes him over the edge...

Missed writing some major smut, enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: reader decides to tease Jasper on a school trip, the major has to punish her for being such a brat. 

Teasing Jasper was something she’d try almost every day, though barely succeeding as he’d get to her before she could coax a reaction out of him. But today (y/n) knew that it would be her chance to make him go crazy, on the way to their school trip, surrounded by too many students.

Her tight blouse didn’t leave much to imagination, hand placed on his knee, eyes focused on the windows of the school bus. She had to bite down her smirk as her hand began to wander up his thigh, tracing a few patterns into the fabric of his trousers. Jasper grasped her hand, golden eyes telling her to behave herself, trying to drown out her emotions, the emotions that shot tingles right down to his crotch, shifting in his seat.

Just as they arrived at their destination she crawled into his lap, back facing him, behind rubbing against his growing bulge. “Darlin’”, he murmured, hands squeezing her sides, trying to gain some control over his instincts, biting down the need to fuck her into the seat, not bothered by their classmates. (Y/n) giggled, following the rest of the students out of the bus, squealing as Jasper enclosed his hand around her wrist, “behave”, he whispered into her ear.

“Why should I? I know that you can’t resist me anyways”, she was feeling extra bratty that day, twirling a few strands of her (y/h/c) hair around her fingers. “You think so?”, he kept his eyes focused on their teacher, careful not to attract any attention, “let’s bet”, (y/n) chuckled. Jasper shook his head, sighing, already regretting his next words, “alright, I bet that I’ll be able to resist you for days even”, the words made her huff, arms crossed in front of her chest, “let’s see who’ll be able to go longer without touching the other”.

(Y/n) didn’t give him a chance to reply, walking away from him, she had to get some distance between them, already hating herself for being that bratty, how’d she be able to survive without touching him? He could feel the frustration taking over her body, smirking to himself as his eyes wandered along her frame, clicking his tongue, oh, it would be torture not to touch her, but the need in her eyes as he’d tease her would bring enough satisfaction upon him.

And tease her he did, oh he did, flexing and unflexing his fist as she’d stare at his hands, as if he was about to wrap his fingers around her throat, choking her while he buried his length in her heat, biting his lip as his eyes took in every inch of her frame, growling as soon as she’d stand in front of him, lips ghosting over her skin.

But (y/n) knew how to get to him, tugging on her shirt, exposing a bit more of her skin, tongue running along her lips, batting her eyelashes at him, doing everything she could to get him to break. Both would struggle equally much, but they were too stubborn to give in, even as they’d arrive back in Forks, not touching each other as she sat next to him in his car.

“Will you stay over?”, Jasper mumbled, eyes finding hers, tighly holding onto the steering wheel, to keep himself from touching her knee, “mhm”, she nodded her head, biting her lip. (Y/n) would try to keep her distance, getting comfortable on the couch, snuggled into a few blankets, watching some cooking shows with Esme, trying not to think about her boyfriend.

With trembling limbs she entered his room, anticipation took over every vessle of her body, having to sleep next to him would be pure torture, not touching his skin as she’d rest on his chest, no kisses shared between them, nothing. “Darlin’”, Jasper growled, she was just about to change, smirking at him as she pulled her shirt over her head, eyes not leaving his once. An animalistic sound rumbled through the vampire, suddenly he was standing in front of her, pushing her against the wall, lips moving in synch with hers.

“I won”, (y/n) chuckled against his lips, but the moment of victory was short-lived, his eyes had turned into a darker shade, hands flinging her onto his bed, hovering above her. “You think so?”, one hand moved her panties asside, fingers instantly sinking into her heat, spreading her walls. “Jas”, she moaned, trying to keep herself from closing her eyes, giving into the heavenly feeling. “You know”, he sucked on her jawline, “bratty girls will have to deal with the consequences”. His voice got deeper with every word he spoke, giving the major enough room to take over his instincts.

(Y/n) quirked an eyebrow, “you won’t cum”, he breathed out, smirking at her confused expression, cirling her clit, putting more and more pressure onto the sensetive nub. She gave her best, tried to keep her body from giving into his touch, swallowing down her moans, but as his fingers gazed her sweet spot she was done for, moaning his name, orgasm overtaking her body. Jasper kept moving his fingers through her high, jaw clenched, “you want to be punished, don’t you? Want me to wreck you, to mark your body?”.

Desperately she moaned a small “yes major”, eyes following his every move, watching him tug down his boxers, “I’ll ruin you, nobody will ever be able to touch you like I do”. Her breathing quickened, eyes wide, pupils dilated, wondering what he’ll do to her, too focused on her thoughts to notice him parting her folds, pounding into her heat. “Such a desperate little girl”, he panted, grasping her jaw, keeping her locked in place.

“Oh god”, (y/n) bit down on her tongue, trying to keep herself from screaming his name, her breathing rapidly quickened, the whole room was spinning, senses overstimulated. Jasper was set on a ferocious pace, not giving her a second to catch her breath, her clit was pulsing, already exhausted from her first orgasm. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to bruise you? To punish you for being such a brat?”, he rambled, marking her hips with his, his white chest twinkled in the moon light, what a mesmerizing sight.

Jasper let go of her jaw, hand wandering down to her nipples, squeezing the hard nubs, “you won’t cum just yet”. She furrowed her eyebrows, too far gone to protest, only a small “please major” spilled from her lips, trying to hold off her orgasm, something she never succeeded with. He dipped his head down to kiss her, tongues fighting for victory, drowning out her sounds, pushing her closer to the edge with every thrust of his.

“Don’t”, he murmured, Jasper could feel her walls clenching around his length, tears of desperation blurred her vision, trying to follow his order, a smirk tugged on his lips, “you can do it darlin’”. Jaspers pace soon began to falter, he could feel his own orgasm nearing, he wouldn’t give in just yet, wanted to push her over the edge first. “Be a good girl for your major, let go”, the words pushed her into the arms of her orgasm, drowning in the heavenly feeling, moaning his name.

He kept his eyes focused on her, thumb running along her lower lip, releasing himself into her heat, growling as he let go. “Good?”, he whispered into her sweaty skin, head placed on her chest, listening to her rapidly beating heart. “Thank you”, (y/n) kissed his forehead, arms wrapped around his frame.

[whimsicallyreading]

“I just realized I’m desperately in love with you-“

Prompt Day One for Rowaelin Month

~

"Rowan, take a picture of that one. It's so cute." Aelin fawns quietly.

Rowan gives a long-suffering sigh. "There are a thousand of them here. Do you have to pester me into taking a picture of every seal pup we come across?"

"Her name is Fleetfoot, and yes. Isn't that the whole reason we are here?" Aelin looks at him equally annoyed, a strand of gold spun hair freeing itself from beneath her parka.

"I'm here to study the behavioral patterns of tiger seals and orcas in a rapidly shifting environment. You are here to keep our equipment functioning. If you keep talking, neither of us will finish our jobs and escape from this wasteland." Rowan switches the lens of his camera to focus on two male seals who were squaring up with each other in the distance.

Rowan nearly threw his camera over the boat and jumped off into the coastal waters of Argentina when he realized who had been assigned to assist him on this expedition.

He'd insisted that only he and one other make the trek across the Antarctic. Insisting a large group could impede the quality of his research. When they agreed, Rowan thought they would send him with Lorcan or Brullo. Both were accomplished survivalists and scholars—valuable additions to any team.

Instead, it was Aelin Ashryvver who waited for him at the dock. The most annoying newbie on his floor. Dorian insisted that her knowledge of mechanical engineering would make her invaluable.

So far, she was just a verifiable pain in his ass.

She sat around bored as Rowan spent the day writing notes and snapping photos. Occasionally she helped him set up microphones. On one instance, she fixed their ATV. It was the first and only time he'd found her truly useful.

Rowan couldn't wait to go home.

"Alright, we have the cameras positioned. We should head back to the base. The temps are dropping. We need to warm up and eat."

Aelin nods quietly, she would never admit it, but the severe temperatures are taking a toll on her. It was amazing how important something like fat is in a frigid environment. Rowan is naturally covered in layers of dense muscle. While Aelin is fit herself, she's still small and the first to feel the effects of persistent cold.

Watching the seals, she occasionally found herself jealous of their thick layers of blubber that kept them comfortable. She should have carb-loaded before they set sail.

They hop on the snow ski and traverse quickly over the powderlike substance.

~~~

When they reach the Terresen South Pole station and ditch their coats, they fall to the floor in a cascade of flurries. Rowan's spine straightens for the first time that day. Their coats were dense. With the additional weight of all of the equipment he carried, there was a perpetual bend in his spine.

It was a huge relief to be inside a climate-controlled building—light layers, freedom movement, and feeling in all of his extremities. Tossing that coat off was the pinnacle of his daily routine on this mission.

That is until he realized it was freezing.

Walking over to a light switch with urgency, he flicks it a few times. Nothing happens. Anxiety wells in his gut, and he hits the wall a couple of times before flipping the switch again.

"Shit," Rowan hisses.

"The power is out," Aelin's eyes widen with the realization. "That's not good."

"I thought I was the scientist, but look at you stating the obvious," Rowan growls as he shrugs his jacket back on. It wasn't nearly as frigid inside the insulated building as it was outside, but it was still bitterly cold. Keeping warm would be their first step in survival. Without heat, shit could hit the fan for them very quickly. Thankfully their satellite phones should still be functioning; he'd charged the battery the day before. There should be enough juice in the phones to send out a mayday call even without power.

Aelin doesn't put on her jacket. Instead, she heads in the direction of the lockers with a look of determination plastered on her face. It was a look he'd slowly begun to grow familiar with, mainly when Rowan was holding a ration packet she wanted. It made him uneasy.

"Where are you going?" Rowan calls after her, picking up her jacket. He wouldn't be held responsible for his younger, female partner freezing to death. HR at the University would have his head on a stick if she died on his watch.

He follows Aelin to her locker, where she's already sliding a grey jumpsuit over her clothes.

"I can fix the engines," Aelin pulls her zipper up. The jumpsuit covered head-to-toe, but they weren't nearly as warm as their snow gear. He could already see a slight blue-ish tint to her lips. "They probably just stalled. All I need to do is go down, diagnose the problem, and fix it. Easy as pie."

Ignoring the massive oversimplification of their situation, knowing it was a lost cause, he focuses on the immediate problem. "You need to keep your jacket on," Rowan thrusts the article of clothing at her. Her color was concerning him, and the longer she went without the thermal garment, the higher his stress became.

Aelin gives him a long-suffering look, all too similar to the one he gives her. "And get my hood or a sleeve caught in one of those beasts? Those machines are massive. Getting snagged could rip my arm off or kill me. It's like you don't even have a master's in engineering and a spotless safety record," she smiles at Rowan's scowling face. "Oh wait, that's me. Let me do my job, Dr. Whitethorn."

Before Rowan could argue, Aelin was gone down the stairwell towards the engines.

Dragging a frustrated hand through his hair, he tosses her jacket on the floor. His time is probably better spent getting through to their mission handlers on the satellite phones anyway.

~~~

Two hours later, Rowan has long finished his call with Dorian.

Their expedition leader had asked if they wanted a recovery team sent out to them, but Rowan hesitated. He was on the mission of a lifetime. He'd spent years waiting for approval to research at the southernmost tip of the world. It would be a devastating blow to his career and his pride for it to be cut short. The selfish part of him wanted to stay. The rationale, reasonable part of him was aching to stay the full duration of the expedition.

"You know, Dr. Whitethorn," Dorian spoke carefully. "There is a reason we chose Aelin to accompany you. She may be green and lacking a doctorate, but she's a miracle worker at what she does."

"Are you asking me to put my life in the newbie's hands?" Rowan asked without his standard vitriol. The situation and the cold had left him with no energy to be spiteful. He'd heard talk of her capabilities amongst the guys, and he'd seen a fraction of it when their snowmobile broke down. Rowan thinks back to the look on her face when she'd gone down the stairs. The steely determination of a warrior marching off to do battle.

Dorian laughs as if there was something funny about two of his most stubborn colleagues getting stranded in the south pole by themselves. "I'm not asking you to do anything. It's your call."

Rowan closes his eyes and contemplates their options. His head told him they should call the extraction team before they were nothing but frozen corpses. Yet, his heart didn't want to leave so soon. There was still so much work left to do.

Could he rely on Aelin?

"We will stay for now. Expect a call in twenty-four hours with a progress update." Rowan disconnected the transmission without any of the standard formalities.

After the fruitless call, he checks their food supply. Rowan scans the shelves, comfortable they wouldn't go hungry any time soon. Their only concern would be keeping all their shit from freezing, including their water. Rowan triple checks that everything is insulated, sealed, and stored away before moving on to other essentials, like batteries.

Another hour passes as he takes inventory, and Rowan is starting to feel the cold more than before. His nailbeds slowly shift from blue to white beneath his thick gloves, and he can't control the slight quaking spreading up his limbs.

When Rowan hears the doorway to the stairwell creak, he goes to check in with Aelin on her progress.

What he finds when he opens the locker room door sends his heart to his throat.

Aelin's hands loosely grip the zipper of her jumpsuit as she weakly attempts to free herself. Her face is a ghostly white, and her movements sluggish.

If she weren't moving, he'd have thought she was already frozen.

"Aelin, are you good? Talk to me." Rowan rushes to her and helps Aelin step out from the jumpsuit.

"I fixed the engine," Aelin coughs into the crook of her arm, her voice scratchy from the cool air. "It will be a couple of hours before they can catch up and heat the building."

Rowan rips off a glove and holds a bare hand to her cheek. Aelin's skin is freezing to the touch, even to his own icy hands. He notes that she isn't trembling the same way he is. It's not a good sign, the biologist in him notes. He knows it's her body growing too weak to keep itself warm.

"Sit down. You're freezing," Rowan helps her slide to the floor and looks at the discarded jacket that's still lying there. It won't warm her quick enough.

"Rowan?" Aelin speaks from her slightly slumped position.

Rowan is pacing, trying to think. They don't have a means of warming water for a bath. Laying next to the generators is too risky.

"Rowan," Aelin murmurs, her eyes drooping. "I can't feel my feet."

Rowan looks at her, and for a moment, she looks like an ice princess. Her blond hair is slipping from its braid and coiling across her colorless face. The cerulean blue of her eyes was the brightest color he now saw regularly beside the southern lights. They stood out even more starkly now.

It was all wrong.

"It's going to be alright, Aelin. You said the power is back on?" Rowan lifts her into his arms, her freezing nose burrowing into the crook of his neck.

"Yeah," she rasps against his shoulder. "But it will take a while for the building to heat."

"We don't need the whole building to heat. Do you trust me?" Rowan trots down the hall, careful not to bump her against the narrow doorframes.

She mumbles something incoherent into his shirt. "I trust you."

Rowan is thankful that the cold keeps the flush from his face. He reaches the desired room and fiddles with the control panel on the wall. A wave of relief hits him as the room behind the heavy door audibly hums to life.

"Okay, here we go." He says more to himself than Aelin. Rowan ditches the jacket and pulls his long-sleeved tee over his head. The buttons of his pants are next, leaving him in only his boxers.

Turning around, Aelin looks weary but not surprised. "Nice abs."

"Thanks," He says and kneels next to her, eyes searching her face for permission.

Aelin dips her head, "I'm not shy, Whitethorn. Don't fret."

Rowan helps Aelin maneuver her stiff limbs out of her garments until she is left in nothing but her bra and panties. Her face is pained as even more of her is exposed to the cold.

"Hurts," Aelin grits through her teeth, and Rowan gathers her up again. The icy room is like barbs against his exposed skin, but he's not in a position to complain.

The minute he carries her into the balmy air of the sauna, Aelin flinches. "Oh, that smarts."

"I know. It's going to suck for a bit while your blood recirculates." Rowan consoles softly, knowing he would also feel the cramping as they got their blood moving.

Drastic temperatures changes weren't the ideal way to warm up, but they'd spent far too long in the cold. He needed to get Aelin shivering again. It was the body's natural defense against the cold, and when a person could no longer shiver, it meant they were dipping into the realm of hypothermia.

The sauna was an added addition for the comfort of the researchers who visited the Southern base. It was a great tool to warm people after spending hours in the harsh climate. He'd heard tales of it from colleagues who'd visited the base before but hadn't yet saught to use it himself. Rowan was too focused on the mission. It hadn't carried any appeal for him until this moment, and now he was beyond grateful for its existence.

Rowan sits on the floor instead of the bench so that Aelin can curl up comfortably in his lap. Skin-to-skin contact was one of the best ways to help a person regulate their body temperature. He soothes a calloused hand over the length of her arm, trying to spread what remained of his warmth to her skin.

Aelin's cheek rests against his chest, and Rowan uses one hand to free her hair from its braid. The curtain of gold fans across her back, and he has to resist the urge to run his fingers through its waves.

He'd noticed how beautiful she was the day they first met at the university. Out of respect, he'd immediately repressed those thoughts. They were professionals, and Rowan wasn't about to ruin his reputation fawning over the new, young blonde on their floor.

But with her laying half-naked in his lap, it was hard to disregard how pretty she was. It wasn't even just her appearance. The girl was magnetic in every way. People paid attention when she walked in, and she claimed the lion's share of air in the room.

Fenrys and Conall flirted with her remorselessly. It secretly irked him. Rowan had long since memorized the way she laughed and how she'd smile as she shoed them away. It was all good-natured fun for them, but it always made Rowan irrationally angry. The time she'd showed up at the annual Christmas party in a green velvet dress with an open back nearly left his brain on the floor. His eyes had raked the smooth plains of skin, only turning away when she'd tried to catch his eye.

If he'd been paying attention, he would have seen her look of disappointment.

Rowan had written it off as an infatuation—a natural response to seeing an attractive woman. The scientist in him wanted to boil it down to chemistry and hormones. Cold facts that could diagnose the way he felt every time he laid eyes on her. Yet, as Rowan laid there with a hurting Aelin in his arms, he began to wonder if there was something more.

Her pain was making his chest physically ache.

A pair of arms snaked around his waist, and his body jerked. Aelin looks up at him sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm just really comfortable."

Rowan relaxes, "It's fine."

The steam in the room is slowly building. Rowan can feel the cramping beginning in his legs. Aelin's weight on his thighs was not helping the slightest, but there was no way in hell he'd move her.  

"My body is aching," Aelin says lightly, but he can hear the strain in her voice and feel a slight tremble running through her.

"That's good. Can you feel your feet?" Rowan can no longer resist, and her hair parts between his fingers like strands of gold silk.

Aelin tightens her arms around him, "Yeah. A bit. I didn't realize how numb they got until I took off my boots."

There's a slight tickle at his back, Aelin's finger tracing a pattern against his skin. A flush of warmth rushes through him, not from the sauna.

He's in unending deep shit.

"Aelin," his voice wavers uncharacteristically. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

The fingers on his back continue making their delicate patterns. "No."

"Aelin?" He asks again, but she cuts him off with a groan.

"Stop asking me questions and just kiss me," Aelin grips the back of his head and pulls his lips down to her's.

An inferno blooms inside his soul.

Aelin could never be a winter queen. She was the raging embodiment of summer. A burning ember he'd carried from the north into this land of ice. As his lips move against hers, he swears his body is lit ablaze, and when Rowan opens his eyes, he's delighted at the flush he finds unfurling across her cheeks.

"It's suddenly a lot warmer." Aelin laughs, looking more lively even as her body starts to quake from the warmth finally reaching her.

He kisses her cheek and tilts her ear towards his lips, "Aelin?"

"Another question?" Aelin's smile curls into something feline. "Is this that scientific curiosity the university is always going on about?"

"I just realized I'm desperately in love with you,"

Rowan lets the truth fall from his lips. It was just the two of them. They were the only human souls in this far corner of the earth. There was no one to stop him as he finally lets the emotions he'd been repressing until the moment Aelin was in danger wash over him.

"That's not a question," Aelin responds after a moment, her tone light and jovial.

Rowan smiles. "It's not."

Aelin curls back up against Rowan, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers. An embarrassing sound of contentment escapes her, which worsens her blush.

Not forgetting their original purpose in the sauna, Rowan grips her hands and massages them between his. "You have no response?"

"Not one that HR is going to like." Aelin winces as her hand spasms, and Rowan methodically works to ease the ache.

"Say it anyway," Rowan implores. Screw the university. He was tired of living for his work alone. Nothing outshined this moment, holding this woman in his arms. He could find a new job, but if Aelin reciprocated his feelings, he couldn't find another one of her.

"Well, I thought it was pretty obvious when I wore that dress to the Christmas party and then found a reason to walk past your office every day." Aelin huffs and looks up at him, "Don't tell me you didn't know?"

Rowan was speechless.

Aelin's eyes twinkle with amusement. "Rowan, Dorian, and I are friends. Did you know that?"

"What?" Rowan blinks confusedly. That was common knowledge, but he didn't understand why she was bringing that up now.

"Dorian and I go way back. He knew I had a thing for you, and I told him sending me on this trip was unethical when I'm such a new hire-" Aelin trails off, waiting for him to grasp her point.

"Wait," Rowan looks down at her, bemused. "Dorian was trying to set us up?"

"Human recourses won't like that very much either," Aelin grins. "But Dorian would keep our secret. He owes me a lot of favors."

The sauna's temperature had slowly been rising, and Rowan could see that his skin was returning to its usual color. Aelin still looked a bit pale, but it was probably residuals from being so close to freezing.

She'd risked herself to save the expedition and successfully fixed the engines. Rowan didn't believe for one second that Dorian only sent her in an elaborate attempt to set her up. She was bright and cunning. He was lucky to have her along with him.

"You got here on your merit," Rowan presses a soft peck to her lips as he soothes her unvoiced concern. He refused to let her doubt her level of skill. "But if the feelings are mutual, I would love to take you on a date when we get back home?"

"I would love that," Aelin crawls off his lap and holds a hand out. "Come on, now. We need to eat and sleep. We have seals to observe."

Rowan accepted her hand. Forget the seals. He would have a difficult time keeping his attention on them. His eyes were glued to her bare legs as they moved and the way her hair swung free of its constraints.

She smirked over his shoulder. Aelin knew precisely what she was doing to him.

Rowan had traversed to the end of the world to understand the natural universe a little better. While he hadn't unlocked any great mysteries, he couldn't help but think what he did find was better.

[2goth2moth]

Until You Can't Stand (M!Werewolf x M!Incubus, NSFW)

Big shoutout to @xo-philia for beta-reading this for me!

Word count: 3476

Includes: Marking (biting and scratching to draw blood), mild possessiveness, pet names, knotting, scent kink (kind of), mild praise kink, non-human genitalia, self-lubrication

There was something Luke hated about being a werewolf: mating cycles. The slow, constricting heat that flooded his body every few months, the way he lost control of his shift, the oversensitivity. It interrupted every part of his life, and he hated it. The only solace he could find was the fact that it gave him an excuse to spend the week shut in with his incubus boyfriend.

He opened the door to his apartment, prickling nerves instantly soothed by the comforting smell of home. The small collection of rooms he shared with his boyfriend always smelled nice. They never could quite clean out the scent of spices and bread out of their kitchen, and it seemed to spread to all the other rooms easily. Now, however, with his senses being pushed to their limits, he could pick out all the scents that filled the small apartment: the milk and cardamom from their chai that morning that hung in the air, his own thick musk, his incubus’ clean, pleasant salt. It was stronger than usual, clearly coming from their bedroom. Luke smiled at the thought of Allius being home already. He took his shoes off at the front door, dropped his bag by the table, and went inside.

Their bedroom was small, like the rest of their apartment, and always kept cool (Luke tended to run warm). Allius was sprawled messily on the floor beside their bed in a nest of soft blankets, absentmindedly writing in the margins of a book.

He looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled brightly. He sat up, keeping one blanket drawn around him, and reached out a hand to Luke.

“Hey, love. I wasn’t expecting you back yet.” Luke sat down on top of the blankets and took Allius’ hand gently. “Don’t you have work today?”

Allius traced his fingertips around Luke’s large nails. “Your mating cycle is starting today,” he said simply. “I wanted to be here for you. I know it’s rough to handle on your own. Besides,” he added, bringing his other hand to Luke’s face, pulling his lips back from rapidly growing teeth. “Can you really be so surprised that I want to be with the man I love right now?”

He chuffed at this, nuzzling into the hand at his face. He was shifting more now, quickly approaching the half-man-half-wolf that he would be for the days of his cycle. Allius continued toying with Luke’s hands and head as his jaw widened and extended, as his nails turned to thick, hard claws, as fur began to grow along his throat and arms. The blanket draped around the demon’s shoulders slipped down to reveal a grey shirt- one of Luke’s grey shirts- worn thin and soft in the washer. It was large on him, falling off his narrow shoulders. A low pang of want rumbled through Luke.

He nipped lightly at Allius’ fingers. “This is unfair. You look too good.”

“Really? This is unfair?” He feigned insult, gasping and dramatically putting the hand that was not being nibbled on over his heart. “And after I went through all the effort of dressing up for you!”

Luke laughed. “‘Dressing up’?” He ran a finger under the shirt’s loose neckline. “This is basically pajamas.”

“Well, you haven’t seen the whole thing yet.”

Luke’s mouth went dry at the idea of “the whole thing”. Allius must have heard his breath catch in his throat, because he kissed him once and backed away from him a little, rising to his knees. The blankets tucked around his legs fell away, exposing...holy shit.

The hem of the shirt fell clean past the middle of his thighs, hiding whatever he was wearing on the bottom, until he pulled the edge up to below his navel. Underneath, he only had black panties, cut high across the hips, with mesh on the sides. His cock was obvious, pressed against the thin fabric, and the sight sent a bolt of heat to Luke’s abdomen.

“Do you want to see more?” Allius asked, fiddling with the fabric in his hands. Luke nodded dumbly.

Crossing his arms at the hem of the shirt, Allius whipped it over his head. His human form was beautiful. Fine, dark hair covered his legs and arms, and ran down his belly to disappear under the panties. Tiny crystals twinkled at his navel and on both of his dusky nipples. He brought a hand up to toy with them one at a time, jaw clenching in pleasure as he teased each nub to full hardness.

Luke had to grind the heel of his palm into his cock to relieve some of the pressure building in his pants. “Holy shit.” He barely noticed the familiar bone-deep grind that came when a fluffy tail began sprouting from the bottom of his spine.

Stepping quietly, Allius settled himself in front of Luke again. He placed his hands primly between them and leaned forward on them to kiss the werewolf softly. A small tongue licked at the seam of his lips. He moaned, letting Allius slip his tongue in fully. Their lips moved together and Luke hummed in contentment at the feeling of that tongue trace over his sharp teeth. He sucked on it, then took Allius’ lower lip in his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to break skin. Allius pulled back with a smile and one last kiss to the corner of Luke’s mouth.

“So? How do you want me?” Allius purred, his form shimmering between human and reptilian, feathered and furred.

Seeing every one of his lover’s gorgeous forms was straining Luke’s already thin self-control. He couldn’t bear to wait another second. “You. Just... you. As yourself.”

Allius grinned devilishly, arching down into the floor as his true form rippled through his body. The skin at his hairline and on his hands and feet burnished to an inky black. Small, humanoid teeth and nails sharpened to fangs and claws, and short nubby horns sprouted from his forehead. A line of shiny, platelike scales grew down his spine, leading into a dextrous tail at the base of his back. He was perfect, every inch the demonic temptor Luke knew him to be.

Luke hardened even more at the sight, his own bushy tail lashing behind him in a combination of distress and arousal. A low, long whine came from the back of his throat. “Stop teasing.”

“Aw, puppy,” the incubus said, crawling to kneel in front of him. “Getting impatient?”

“You know I am,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I’m in my mating cycle, this is just mean.”

Allius’ gaze dropped to his cock, where it was starting to strain against the seam of his sweatpants. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He leaned over, kissing Luke’s cheek, running his small clawed hands over the wolf’s thick thighs. The touch was electric. The air around them was heavy, musky and rich with the pheromones that Luke was putting out. “How quickly do you want to go?”

Luke buried his nose into the crook of Allius’ neck, breathing in, recognizing the now-present floral sweetness of his arousal. He ran a broad, flat tongue over his collarbone. Goosebumps erupted over Allius’ skin. It was getting difficult for the werewolf to remain coherent, but he fought his instincts. “You haven’t fed in a while. What do you need?”

This earned him a firm tap on the side of his head with the demon’s fingertips. “I feed on your pleasure, dummy. I’ll be getting my fill plenty over the next few days. You don’t need to worry about me right now.” His hands came to rest on Luke’s clothed dick. “Now, answer my question: how do you want this to go?”

The slight domineering tone sent a shiver through him. The honest answer was that he wanted everything. Everything Allius would give him, to give Allius everything in return. The short answer…

“I want to fuck you ‘til you can’t stand.”

Allius’ eyes widened slightly before he grinned again. His lips met Luke’s in a kiss, as brief and fierce as it was filthy. Nipping his bottom lip once, the incubus turned around and arched his back. The black cloth of his underwear disappeared between his asscheeks. His tail flicked slowly and playfully as he looked back over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for, alpha? I’m ready.”

Luke grabbed his hip hard in one large, clawed hand. “You know that’s not how it works.”

The demon in front of him looked pointedly at his still-hard cock. “Doesn’t seem like it’s ruining the mood though, does it?” He lowered his chest to the floor and spread his knees slightly, presenting his ass even more obviously. Luke could see the slick soaking through his panties. “Now come on, baby. I thought you said something about ‘until I can’t stand’?”

Licking his lips, Luke pulled the fabric nestled between his asscheeks aside to expose his hole. Slick, sweet-smelling and vaguely pink, ran down his balls. He lapped it up, heightened lupine senses relishing in the scent of his lover. It was intoxicating, and he licked up every drop he could, purposefully avoiding where he wanted to go most. The incubus below him was breathing heavily and pushing back against his face. A growl ripped loose from his throat as his teeth sank into a soft, plush leg. It was torture trying not to break skin, but healing in his demon form, although complete, was strenuous and cost Allius a lot of energy. Luke soothed the area with a slow drag of his tongue.

A high-pitched whimper came from the demon kneeling in front of him. Luke pulled back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Are you okay?”

A glance at his face showed Allius flushed and sweaty. Spit shone around his mouth where he had clearly been biting his arm to retain some composure. “You’re holding back.”

“Yeah, I know that…”

“Stop it. I want you to mark me. As much as you can. Even if it won’t hold, I want you to make me yours. Wreck me, Luke.”

This command, bitten out as Allius’ chest heaved with deep gasps and his tail lashed impatiently, snapped the remaining threads of his control. Luke snarled loudly and yanked his own pants down his thighs, freeing his cock. He kicked them the rest of the way off and tore his shirt from his body in a fit of impatience. Big, lupine hands dug deep into the meat of the incubus’ ass. Golden blood welled up around his claws and dripped in thin rivulets down the smooth skin of his legs. Allius moaned quietly, shoving his face down into the floor. Luke bent his head back down to lick over his hole again, trying to pull more noises from the demon’s throat. The ring of muscle was already soft and opened to him readily, letting him stick his tongue inside. A particularly strong flick sent the incubus rocking back against him even more insistently. Whimpers were now spilling from his mouth in earnest as he brought one of his hands to rub against his cock through the thin panties.

Luke pulled back from Allius’ ass, licking his lips. A mix of spit and slick covered the bottom of his face and had begun to drip down onto his chest, wetting down his coarse hair. Allius looked back at him again, eyes blown out, and Luke couldn’t help but follow a drop of sweat that ran from his nape down the length of his spine. “Come on, puppy, please.” He was whining at this point, arching his back more, slick still dripping down his balls and thighs.

Biting down hard on his asscheek one last time, Luke lined up the head of his cock, flushed red and leaking pre-cum, with his entrance. “Ready?” He said, leaning over to kiss Allius’ shoulder gently.

Allius tried to buck his hips back onto Luke’s cock himself, but the vice-like grip on his hips kept him from doing much more than wriggling helplessly. “Just fuck me already!”

More golden blood was leaking from where Luke was holding him, more slick coming from his hole. In one swift movement, he plunged into Allius until his hips were sitting flush against his backside. The thrust drove the demon’s whole body forward, chest skidding along the floor. The low grunt that Luke let out was drowned out by Allius’ high-pitched whine.

He was already panting hard at the feeling of Allius’ tight walls around him. A sinuous black tail flicked anxiously as he once again tried to push back on the cock inside him. This wasn’t enough for either of them. Keeping one large hand on the demon’s hip and bracing the other against his back, Luke set a punishing pace into his boyfriend. Each thrust sent jolts through his body as he was driven further and further into the floor.

“AH...fuck!” Wanton sounds of pleasure spilled from Allius’ lips even from where his face was hidden in the crook of his elbow. He was humping back against each stroke, trying to get even more stimulation. His tail was going crazy, winding around the werewolf’s wrists, ankles; even batting frantically at his hip. It took an iron grip around the hand braced against his back. The long fingers and claws spanned nearly the entire width of his waist. Luke pressed his fingertips experimentally into the soft flesh of his demon. Five pinpricks of blood rose to the surface. “Oh, shit. Keep going!”

Luke hooked his claws into the flimsy fabric of the panties that Allius was still wearing. In one rough swipe, he shredded them and pulled the remains off of him, leaving the incubus naked. Resetting His grip on his hips, Luke sank all the way into him before pulling out, leaving only the head of his cock, and thrusting in again. Allius moaned once again, the noise sweet and high-pitched despite how muffled it was. Luke had a problem with this.

He sank his teeth into Allius’ shoulder, tasting the blood spill around them. “Stop fucking hiding. I want to hear you,” he snarled into Allius’ skin. Wrapping his arms firmly around the incubus’ waist and chest, he wrenched him upright onto his knees. “I want everyone to hear you.”

The possessive words made Allius tighten around him. “God, you’re in a mood today,” he choked out, struggling to maintain composure as Luke rammed into him. “So- ahh- territorial.”

Luke dug in everywhere he was holding Allius, leaving bite marks on his neck and deep scratches on his belly and ribs. “You knew this would happen,” he said with a particularly rough thrust. He began pulling Allius’ much smaller body back into him with each drive of his pelvis.

Each stroke was reaching impossibly deeper inside him, and he was slack-jawed and drooling with pleasure. His tail wrapped around one of Luke’s muscular thighs.

“Hnng- ah- ahh...fuck!” Allius’ cock hit his own abdomen with each drive of Luke’s hips, and it left smears of pre-cum on his smooth brown skin. He brought one hand down to harshly stroke his cock. “Of- ah! Of c-course I did . Why- oh- why do you think I look forward to this so much?”

A violent bolt of lust and affection lanced through Luke. He loosened the grip on Allius’ torso to take his nipples in his fingers. He rolled the nubs between his fingertips, tugging on the piercings but careful not to cut the delicate skin. “You’re perfect,” Luke groaned against his neck, “But you already knew I think that.” The sentence was punctuated by another drive of his hips that sent Allius’ back bowing away from him.

Allius cried out again, the noise desperate and closer to a shriek than a moan. His walls clenched around Luke’s cock. “Do that again, puppy.”

Luke obliged happily, grinding his hips up into his lover, trying to hit that spot again and again. Allius let his head drop back against Luke’s chest, long past trying to hide his sounds of pleasure. He kept stroking his cock but the pace was stuttering and unsteady because of Luke’s vicious thrusts. His walls were fluttering in pleasure, and Luke could feel his knot start to swell. It caught on Allius’ rim with every movement. He made to pull out, but Allius moved his strong tail to encircle Luke’s waist, keeping him from moving back any further. He was panting hard, back sweaty and sticking to the werewolf’s hairy chest. “Fucking knot me, dumbass!”

Now this was new territory. Luke had never knotted Allius during his cycle, always pulling out and cumming outside, or knotting one of his toys. His brain was too cloudy to question this change, though, and immediately thrust all the way back inside. He rolled his hips into Allius, trying to make the most of his limited mobility. Luke knocked aside the hand that Allius was still jerking off with and replaced it with one of his own. His hand was larger and rougher than Allius’ own, and in moments the demon was cumming. Pearly liquid, the same pinkish colour as his slick, shot out, hitting himself in the chin, dripping down his chest and over Luke’s fingers. The way his hole clenched around his cock sent Luke over the edge. After a few more harsh thrusts he sank in to the hilt, and held Allius tight against him as he spilled inside. They collapsed, still locked together by Luke’s knot.

Allius looked thoroughly wrecked. He was covered in cum and that demonic golden blood, his whole body damp with sweat, with slick still leaking down his inner thighs and saliva dripping from his open mouth. He had claw and bite marks all over him, and the possessive side of Luke was already beginning to lament them healing smooth. “Fuck, that was so good,” Allius breathed out, craning his neck painfully in order to kiss Luke’s chest.

“You’re telling me,” Luke replied. He knocked his nose into Allius’ hair, running his fingers through to cum streaking the demon’s torso. “I don’t know if either of us can keep that up for the next five goddamn days.”

“Speak for yourself, puppy. I’m going to expect this every time you fuck me again. I’ll probably never have to feed again”

Groaning, Luke laved his tongue over one of the big bite marks one Allius’ shoulder. They kissed lazily, almost sleepily, with Luke straying away from Allius’ mouth to lick up the cum that had caught on his chin. Allius dropped his head to the floor after a few minutes, watching with half-lidded eyes as Luke continued dragging his fingers through the cum on his torso, licking the sweet-salty seed from his hands.

“Luke, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Luke rolled his hips into Allius once, both of them shivering with overstimulation. “It’s not like I can run away.”

Allius laughed once, breathless and joyful. He reached up to trace Luke’s hairline with soft fingers. “I…” He breathed in and out, clearly in an effort to centre himself. “I want to be your mate. Properly. If you’ll have me.”

Luke sat bolt upright as best he could while still being locked inside Allius. “You want to...pardon?”

“I know that it’s a big thing, and you’ll have to claim me as a human because if I’m in my true form the bite won’t hold. Also, I don’t know whether I would bite you too, or if we would form a pact, or…”

He was cut off by Luke locking his muscular arms around him in a bone-cracking hug. “Yes. Yes, of course I want to be your mate!” He attacked every available inch of Allius’ skin with kisses and nips. “Is that why you wanted me to knot you this time?” He asked after burying his nose into the velvet-soft skin behind Allius’ ear.

Allius nodded, wriggling further back into Luke’s warm arms. His tail wound affectionately around Luke’s ankle. “I don’t know why I’ve been avoiding it for so long. It’s not like I can get pregnant, and it feels so good. I feel so full.”

Luke groaned at the sound of that, gently headbutting Allius. “Don’t say that. I already want to fill you with my cum so bad, now I’m never going to want to stop fucking you.” He bit the demon’s ear with sharp teeth, hips bucking slightly. “And I know for a fact that I’m not willing to never let you top me again.”

“Ooh, so romantic,” Allius chuckled, “But no matter how nice that sounds, I want to go to sleep now. I’m tired.”

Luke nodded into the incubus’ nape, tucking them closer together and drifting off, surrounded by each other’s warmth.

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Hi! Can I request nsfw fics with Sub Toji where the fem reader overstimulate him until he's almost pass out? I live to see Bara men like him being Dom UwU. Thank you!

Yes 👏 we 👏 need 👏 more 👏 sub 👏 Toji👏

I hope you enjoy this ✨

Sub! Toji x Dom! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes- toys/orgasm denial/unprotected sex/overstimulation

The whole day you’ve been staring at your boyfriend.

He was training in the backyard, sweat dripping from his brow and muscles flexing with each move he made.

And the groans he let out only made your mind race with all the things you wanted to do to him.

You watched him for a few more minutes before deciding to go to the bedroom and prepare some stuff for you to use on him later.

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Your hand grabs the growing bulge of your boyfriend, your smaller frame standing behind him, chest pressing against his back.

“I can’t wait to see you crying for me, Toji” you whispered and your hand moved into his pants and underwear to directly touch his length.

“I’d love to see you try” you made it your goal to wipe that cocky smirk of his lips as soon as possible.

You gripped his dick and started moving painful slow, a few quiet groans spilling from Tojis lips.

You could feel the precum leaking out and coating your hand, and you let out a small laugh.

“You seem to be enjoying this”

He only nodded, pressing his lips together in a weak attempt to show you that he still had some control over the situation, even though deep down he knew you had won as soon as you touched him for the first time.

You had always expected him to be more of a dominant type when you first started dating, but you were pleasantly surprised when you realized how your dominant side turned him on.

He said it felt nice giving up control every once in a while.

You sped up your movements around his length, other hand moving up and touching his nipples, them visibly perking up through his tight fitting shirt.

His groans and moans got louder, a faint blush coating his cheeks.

You absolutely loved seeing him like this, letting you do what you want to him, completely under your control, it made heat rush down to your core, panties already starting to feel damp.

You continued with your movements, twisting your hand at the top and applying different amounts of pressure on his dick.

“Cum for me Toji, show me how bad this turns you on”

You could feel him twitch in your hand, his cum shooting out as he came with a pathetic moan, his juices staining his underwear and pants.

“I’m not finished with you yet” you guided him to your shared bed where he sat down and already started to unzip his pants.

“Look at you, being so good for me, already undressing” you moved closer to him

“Such a good boy”

With his already hard dick free from his pants, you went and grabbed a pink vibrating butplug, and he could feel sweat starting to form on his forehead.

“Lay down” you commanded, and he did, legs already spread for you.

You pressed the plug against his hole, listening to the needy whimpers that left his lips. You pushed it in without a warning, and Toji let out a loud moan at the feeling of being filled so suddenly.

Moan after moan left his lips after you turned the vibration on, his cock twitching in excitement, just waiting to be touched.

After grabbing a hair-tie from your wrist, you wrapped it around the base of his dick.

His head fell back, hands desperately trying to touch you.

The feeling of the plug penetrating his hole felt so unbelievably good and he could feel you staring at him in satisfaction.

You moved next to the bed and grabbed handcuffs from the nightstand, attaching them to his hands behind his back.

“I’m gonna be back soon, sweetheart”

After that, you left the room with a wink.

He didn’t expect you to be gone for so long.

By the time you came back he was still exactly where you left him. Face and chest flushed, tears falling from his eyes and loud whimpers and whines coming from the man on the bed.

“Please (Y/N)! Oh god!” Another loud moan cut him off. “I need to cum so bad, I’ve been a good boy for you- so ah! fuck!”

You grabbed his dick, and the sensation made him instantly buck his hips upwards.

“You’ve been so good for me...” you removed the hair-tie that restricted him from finally releasing. “Now cum again for me”

He let out a broken sob, spurts of cum coating your hands and his stomach.

His chest moved up and down rapidly, and while he was still recovering from this strong orgasm, he could feel you positioning his dick infront of your entrance.

“W-wait I just came!” he almost screamed at the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock so tightly.

You adjusted for a short time before you started moving at a relentlessly fast pace on top of him.

“It’s too- ah! much! I can’t-“

“You can” you tightened around him deliciously, his length hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

More tears fell from his eyes and pathetic whimpers and moans left his lips without a break.

You could already feel him twitching inside of you again.

“I’m so close-“ he could barely get the words out before releasing deep inside of you.

But you didn’t stop moving.

“I still need to have my release, Toji, stay with me until then, will you?” you cooed into his ear.

He couldn’t even speak at this point, he could only think of you on top of him, tightening around him, your nails slowly scratching his chest, moans leaving your lips.

His back arched up and he looked absolutely angelic. His hair matted to his forehead, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks, it felt like heaven seeing him in this state.

“I’m gonna cum soon, love” you whispered with a moan.

“Ye-AH! Me too, I need to cum again! I can’t take it anymore, I’m so sensitive!” his moans got louder and more high pitched and he released along with you.

You could feel both of your juices staining the sheets below you.

Moving of of him, you gently stroked his cheek, and he only let out a tired sigh before his eyes closed and his breathing became more relaxed.

You removed the plug and went to clean it up after kissing his head and whispering

“You did so good for me”

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Why? (t.h.)

Summary: you and tom broke up at the young age of 21, after the success of Captain America: Civil War. now 3 years later, you run into him again with your three year old son

AN: more angst than fluff that’s for sure and here’s a twist: Evans!Reader (i’m also really bad a writing how toddlers sound so use your imagination)

When you imagined having a baby, you thought of the basic evolution of adulthood. Meet, marriage, then kids. Not meet, date for a year and a half, then baby. A baby who you were currently raising on your own. 

The breakup between you and Tom was the opposite of mutual. You didn’t want it. You wanted to be with him even before you got pregnant. But he wanted other things. 

He wanted other people. And that’s the part that broke your heart. 

“I don’t understand. You have never mentioned this before.” You said to him. “Y/N, it’s not you, okay? It’s just, we’re young. We’re 21 years old, our careers are just taking off. Don’t you want to be free?” Tom explained. 

“Free? You think I’m tying you down?” You questioned. “That’s not what I said.” Tom rebutted. “That’s exactly what you said! You think being in a relationship with me is tying you down. Well, fine Tom. If this is what you want, this is what you’ll get.” You snapped. 

You began to pack up everything you could fit in your small, weekender bag. “I’m going home and I never want to speak to you again.” You sneered. “No, Y/N, don’t do this. We can still be friends.” He told you. “No we can’t. Because I can’t be the friend who’s hopelessly in love with a guy who doesn’t love her back.” You said. 

“I do love you-” He started before you cut him off. “Don’t lie to make yourself feel better.” You sneered. You walked to the door of the hotel you were staying in and slammed it shut. 

You were a mess after the breakup. Physically ill is how you described it to people. You never left your room most days and when you did, you glued yourself to the couch. You lived off of Ben and Jerry’s and The Notebook.

Your friends tried to get you out of your apartment. But you didn’t feel like going out and facing the paparazzi. Especially when every time you stood up, you felt sick to your stomach. 

Even your older brother stayed with you most days. He didn’t want you to be alone. 

That’s when your friend suggested something. “When did you get your period?” She asked you. When she asked, you couldn’t remember when. You chalked it being late up to the stress you were feeling because of Tom and being cast in a new TV show. 

But, your friend bought you the test anyways. And it was positive. Your world was crumbling around you and now you had to fend for a baby. Tom told you he wasn’t going to leave you so you didn’t use a condom. And you couldn’t be on birth control because of underlying health issues you had. 

You were pregnant and you were going to have to raise a child by yourself. But your family was there through it all. Chris came to every doctor’s appointment with you, already earning the title of ‘world’s best uncle.’ 

You were about four months along when Kevin Feige called you about shooting an end credit scene for Spider-Man: Homecoming. How were you going to hide a baby bump from the cast and crew? But the only person you needed to keep it from was Tom. He didn’t want you so why should he be apart of the baby’s life? You would ask yourself that simply out of anger. There was no logical reasoning behind it. 

You shot the scene while pregnant and quickly left Atlanta before anyone began asking any questions. The main one being: who’s the dad? 

The night you gave birth, your entire family was at your side. Throughout the entire 20 hour labor before you welcomed a baby boy into the world. Theodore Evans-Holland was the newest member of the family. But Holland was only on the birth certificate. 

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Three years had passed since you gave birth to Theo and when they said being a working mother was hard, they weren’t lying. Word spread that you got pregnant but the identity of the father unknown by the public. Including Tom. When asked about Theo in interviews you say it was a one night stand with a friend and that you weren’t together romantically. No one questioned a thing. 

On the set of Infinity War and Endgame, your mom brought Theo to visit often. He got to see his mom and his uncle Chris be superheroes.

“And cut! Let’s take a quick break! Y/N needs to go be a mom.” Anthony Russo joked. You smiled brightly at the three year old who was sitting on your makeup artist’s lap. 

You picked him and placed sloppy kisses all over his face, making the little boy laugh. “Are you having fun?” You asked him. “Yes!” He replied loudly. “Uncle Chwis!” Theo yelled, pointing to his uncle across the set. You couldn’t say no to him so you brought him to his uncle who was talking to Chris and Robert. 

Tom watched as you brought your child over to the three men. He didn’t know you moved on so quick. But he didn’t have a right to be mad. He broke up with you, not the other way around. Though a part of him couldn’t help but wish it was his son. 

You and Theo had decided to have a fun day since it was relatively nice in LA. You took him to the zoo and the aquarium before stopping at the Starbucks close to your house as a nice treat. 

Theo was a big fan of their frappucinos. 

You were holding him as he was beginning to get a little bit fussy after such a long day. 

“Y/N?” You heard from behind you. You turned around and saw Tom in the line behind you waiting for his name to be called. “Oh, uh, hi Tom.” You greeted him. “How are you?” He asked. “I’m fine. Just waiting on our order.” You answered. 

“Mommy, that’s spider-man.” Theo whispered to you. “Yes, baby, that is spider-man.” You spoke to him. “Hey little man.” Tom greeted the young boy. “You two have the cutest son. He looks just like his dad.” An older lady commented on the two of you. 

“No, he’s uh, not mine.” Tom quickly corrected her. The lady looked from you back to Tom before giving a pretty fake smile. “We, uh, we have to go. Theo needs a nap.” You said quickly, grabbing your drinks and making your way towards the exit. 

“Y/N, wait!” Tom called. You stopped a turned around to look at him. You and Tom looked at one another for a few moments before he looked at Theo. You could see he was doing the math in his head and analyzing Theo’s facial features. 

It was true though. He did look just like his dad. Same hair, same eyes, he had your nose though. 

“See you around, Tom.” You said breaking the silence before walking back towards your car. 

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Later that evening, you were sitting on the couch with Theo watching Captain America. It was his favorite movie at the moment because he got to watch uncle Chris be a superhero. 

You were alerted by the sound of the doorbell and wondered who would be at your door at such an odd hour. “Stay here, buddy.” You told your son as you got up to answer the door. 

And when you did, you were very tempted to close it right in his face. Because Tom was standing on your doorstep looking completely distraught. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked. “He’s mine, isn’t he? Theo’s my son.” He said. You were quiet for a moment before you stepped out on to the porch so Theo wouldn’t hear. 

“Yes. Theo is your’s.” You answered quietly. “Why? Why didn’t you tell me?” Tom asked, the anger in his voice very evident. “Because, Tom, you didn’t want me anymore! A kid wasn’t going to change that! It would tie you down even more than I did.” You replied. “I had a right to know. I’m his father.” He said. 

You ran a hand through her hair as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to make the tears go away. 

“You didn’t want me, Tom. You didn’t want to be with me and a kid wasn’t going to magically fix that. Who’s to say you were going to want to be apart of his life if I told you? Like you said that night, we were 21, our careers taking off. I gave you the freedom you asked for.” You spoke. 

“I messed up, okay? I knew that the second I woke up the next morning and you weren’t there next to me. It was stupid of me to even think that. We could’ve been regular 21 year-olds together.” Tom said. “But at the time, you meant it.” You said. 

The silence that fell upon the two of you was awkward and uncomfortable. The only sound coming from the TV inside seeping through the cracked front door. 

“I need to know him. I know I hurt you and it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. But I need to know my son, Y/N.” Tom begged. 

You looked at the man in front of you and didn’t see who you were in a relationship with three years ago. Maybe because he’s had to grow up faster than the usual person. Or maybe because you had to grow up faster and raise a child. 

“You can meet him. But we need to take this very slow. Theo is my entire world and I will not have him end up heartbroken like I was.” You finally spoke. 

Tom’s eyes lit up at your words and he rapidly nodded his head. You slowly let him into the house, Theo entirely unaware that anything was happening. 

“Hey, bud. There’s someone I want you to meet.” You said to the small boy. You sat down next to him, him taking the liberty of crawling onto your lap. 

He stared at Tom warily, wondering why a stranger was in his house. He knew. that he was spider-man but to him spider-man was a stranger. 

“Theo, you know how I told you that daddy was an astronaut exploring space?” You questioned. Theo nodded his head looking up at you. “Well, he’s back from space now. Theo, I want you to meet your dad.” You told him. 

The brunette boy looked from you up to Tom. “My daddy’s spider-man?” Theo questioned. “Yes, your daddy is spider-man.” You confirmed. “That’s why he was in outer space! Helping Iron Man!” Theo shouted. “That’s right bud. I was gone for a while, but I’m here now.” Tom finally spoke. 

Theo left your lap and launched himself at Tom. You didn’t know you would feel so emotional when Theo finally met Tom as his father. You just thought it wouldn’t be until he was older so you weren’t prepared for it. 

“Are you staying, daddy?” Theo asked the man. Tom felt like all of the oxygen was knocked out of his body when Theo called him that. 

He looked over at you and you reluctantly nodded your head. “Yeah, buddy. I’m staying.” He answered. Theo jumped up and down on the couch before you scolded him. 

“Hey, hey, we don’t jump on couches anymore, remember? Besides, it’s past your bedtime.” You told him. “I wanna show daddy my room.” Theo. “He can put you to bed. Now go get your PJs.” You said. 

Theo got off the couch and ran down the hallway towards his room. “He’s going to want to show you all of his Marvel stuff but only for five minutes. After that, tuck him in with his Black Panther stuffie. Then you have to read him a story or he’ll never fall asleep.” You explained to Tom as you stood up. 

“You did a really good job with him.” Tom commented. “I know.” You smiled fondly. “I don’t have to stay if you don’t want me too.” He said. “You’ll sleep in the spare room. He wants you in his life so you have to be here. And tomorrow, we’ll go get Tessa.” You told him. 

Tom smiled at you as you retreated to the kitchen to pick up a bit before bed. Tom walked down the hallway towards Theo’s room and found him all tucked in bed with various pieces fo Marvel collectibles. 

“Daddy, daddy! Come look at the things mommy and Uncle Chwis got for me!” He said to Tom. Tom happily obliged and sat on the edge of the bed as Theo began to explain what everything was. 

You leaned against the doorframe and observed the two together for a short while. You had a lot of healing to do with Tom but you couldn’t deny the fact that Theo needed his dad, despite Tom’s past mistakes.