#can’t even tag the author properly ah well…. anyways! really didn’t expect to love these fics as much as I do

[illuteridae]

really enjoyed demonology by @mouseonamoose , drew this to tie me over until the next chapter of angel-centered therapy

[yejiroh]

Runaway Bride

Yandere! Chrollo x Fem! Reader

Part 3

Authors note: Hello everyone! Thank you for being here for the (most likely) final part of the Runaway Bride story!

Tag list: @yanderes-are-the-best @ejeeart @misskuudere-chan @fatherrrora

***

It was a race against time. As the news reported false information, Chrollo and his subordinates continued to search for the Nen user they needed. Meanwhile, Y/n continued to change her appearance, running farther and farther away. 

A rough hand slammed against the table, a chewed bullet resting beside it.

Gripping his hair, Uvo screamed in frustration as they had lost another person. It was amazing how many people had such a good sense of smell, yet died the second they smelled Y/n’s belongings. 

“How many does that make?”

“I think that was the 19th person. “

“You’re kidding.”

“Uvo, there’s literally bodies behind your chair. “

Kortopi walked in, messy hair hiding his face like usual. He did not say anything, but a curt nod to the two made them stand up and follow him out of the hotel room. 

Feitan stood in the hallway, knife in hand.

“Anything new?”

Shalnark shook his head ‘no’ with a sigh.

“The boss isn’t going to like this…”

Scratching his chin, Uvo pondered aloud “Why doesn’t he just take their Nen and use that? Doesn’t he take Nen abilities that he likes?”

“Doesn’t work like that, and Uvo, how come you’re the one coming up with all the ideas?”

‘I’m not sure. All I did was drink a case of beer this morning.”

“What are we gonna tell the boss? It’s already been some time- oh god, what if Y/n, you know- committed-”

“She wouldn’t do that unless it would be fun. It’s not fun when you’re scared.”

“Maybe she’s not scared? Huh, what about then, Uvo?”

“Would you two please shut u-”

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!”

“Hm?”

“Call the boss now, I just figured it out! Ooh, Y/n is smart!”

“No shit Shalnark.”

“Just call Chrollo.”

***

Dark eyes stared back at each other, the only thing separating the pur reflection was the spider web cracks of the glass mirror. Phone ringing, a gloved hand went to pick it it up, pressing the speaker icon.

“Any new-”

“BOSS! IT’S INTOXICATION! EVERYONE’S DYING BECAUSE OF INTOXICATION-”

“Explain Shalnark.”

A deep breath was heard in the other side of the phone, and the younger man began to speak rapidly.

“Okay, so basically, everyone- besides us, or people who have generally been close to Y/n for a while, are either passing out or dropping dead like flies right? It’s her! A part of her Nen- I think. Some sort of precaution since she was always on the move, ya know?”

“How does that help us find her?”

“Well, we just need someone who can sniff her out without any damage- so back to our original idea, we just need to smell her out! We had the wrong scent cause we were tracking her by her stuff, not her!”

Chrollo looked at himself, mouth slightly open. Of course! How had he not seen it before? Hadn’t Y/n mentioned something like that before? Smacking his head, he began to laugh, a wicked smile plastered on his face.

“Oh god, thank you Shalnark, I can do this on my own now- let everyone know to return to the hotel, and clean up the mess. My runaway bride is coming  back.”

“Understood.”

Hanging up, the man hurried out of the bathroom, grabbing a black bag, laughing maniacally. 

Now all Chrollo had to do was get ready.

***

Sweat dripped down the side of her nose, hitting the countertop. It was to be expected that running from Chrollo of all people would be difficult. Y/n shook her head, refusing to think of why it was a bad idea to run. The bastard had too much control over her already. A hand in her hair, Y/n looked up, having forgotten that she had cut quite a bit off earlier. Eyes on her hair, Y/n inhaled deeply, calming herself as she tried to stop the tears before they could come.

Gray eyes shone like jewels, boring into her own, soft strands of ebony hair framed his face beautifully as he looked down on Y/n, arms around her, a smile on his face.

“You’re so beautiful love, smile for me?”

“Chrollo, I’m nothing special- we both know that.”

“Ah, but you are; to me, you always look like you’ve just fallen from the heavens, just for me!”

A playful chuckle from Chrollo as he blushed. It was a cold night, and the secret visits he would make just for Y/n were treasured. Holding her closer, he moved a stray strand of hair from her face, pecking Y/n’s nose. Ticklish as it was, she let out a giggle.

“Will you stay? At least until I fall asleep?”

“Anything for you love.”

“WHAT THE HELL! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ASSHOLE!”

Y/n hit the table, grabbing her keys. If she was going to dream about the man, it wasn't going to be now.

***

Various parts of red roses lay scattered on the floor thorns, petals, leaves, and if you looked very closely, pollen.  Various gifts lined the walls, all wrapped up nicely. Soon, guests would be filling the seats, and Chrollo would once again stand at the altar, and once again he would expect Y/n too walk out those doors oh so bashfully. But this time he would take her hands into his own, tell her how utterly beautiful she looked, and skip the vows- the faster, the better. 

Why was he even going through with marriage if he already had Y/n tightly wrapped around his finger, under lock and key? It’s not like they pay taxes, and he never wanted to marry- and Y/n didn’t care for it. 

‘Because it’s poetic you fool.’

This whole ordeal, just to add another story to his vast collection? Chrollo let out a laugh; to think that he had wasted precious months for the sake of poetry amused him. 

Sliding off one of the silver bands off his ring finger, he set it on the pedestal, messing up his silky black hair. 

“Why waste time slicking your hair back if you have such pretty locks?” Y/n looked up, eyes wide as her hands raked through his just washed hair.

“Gets in my face too much. And it gives me a cool vibe when I slick it back.”

Y/n stopped, bursting into laughter as she uncoiled the hair dryer’s wire. Plugging it in, she sat on the couch, grabbing a comb.

“Let me dry it properly- you're gonna get sick!”

“If you insist- there’s no need to though.”

“Sure there is! Now come on, sit here.” 

Between her legs, Chrollo hummed in content as the hair dryer blew hot air all around and the comb’s teeth raked through all the little knots. 

“I seriously can’t believe you're this pretty, Chrollo. I feel like seeing you like this is illegal!”

“Well, thank you.”

Chrollo leaned back, head hitting the couch cushion. Grabbing Y/n’s thighs, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, basking in the soft warmth.

Heaving a sigh, Chrollo adjusted his tie, and headed out to retrieve his bride.

***

The T.V. blared as the flashy icon of the station appeared, the host and hostess of the night smiling proudly as they set their papers down on the prop desk. 

“It’s 10 o’clock, do you know where your children are?”

“Hello everyone, I’m Raiyah Ourani,”

“And I’m Bobby McOkazawoo.”

“It has now been 4 months since the disappearance of Y/n L/n. In that time authorities have been conducting investigation after investigation, but no new news has yet to be released. However, the Grungingham Ball House assures the people of Yorknew that their organization is completely safe, and for any future customers to not be shy as they have updated the security, granting the safety they desire as well as the fun time they want.”

“Coming up: Are DonaldMc’s really everywhere within 5 miles? Now, a word from our sponsors.”

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Y/n turned the T.V. off, rubbing her temples. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was now 0:45 p.m. Who knew so much time would pass by just from a commercial? About to grab her phone, Y/n suddenly froze; her phone was on, a text notification on the screen. 

‘Where are you, darling?’

A hand on her mouth, she quickly grabbed her jacket. There was no time, she'd have to leave everything behind now or never. It’d be too risky to go out the door- there could well be innocents or perhaps Chrollo himself.

“Please tell me he sent Uvo…”

After the first escape, she couldn’t possibly go out the window; they’d expect that. The door, or  the window?

She looked around the room: too big to go into the vents, too risky to go out the window or door. So how do you escape?

Another ping from the phone, but Y/n didn’t dare look at it. Paranoid, she steadied her breathing; can’t have them sniff her out too easily. 

But…

If Chrollo wasn’t at the door, then she could use her Nen...everyone would either die or pass out, but it would be a better fate then having to deal with Chrollo’s or any of the spider’s blood lust.

A deep breath,  she released her ability, and opened the door, running as fast as she could, not bothering to see who would have been near the door.  She could hear laughter, crunches, dancing feet- all innocents, but there had to be someone, anyone. There was no way Chrollo wouldn’t have sent someone. 

‘It’s like last time…’

Pulling her hoodie over her face, she scanned the crowd before turning around. About to scream, she covered her mouth, looking up at the man who she had bumped into.

Chrollo smiled kindly.

“Nice hair. Where have you been?”

"Chrollo, please n-"

With a flick of his wrist, he had knocked his former fiance unconscious, putting her on his back as if she had just fallen asleep- not like the locals would know. It wouldn’t matter anyways. 

He had gotten his runaway bride back, and this time, he would have his wedding and poem complete.

[jaskiersbard]

All I Want, All I Need - a Newt/Tina fic

Tagging: @pinkdiamonddolphin

Tina is pregnant and self-conscious, especially after an encounter with a certain someone at a book signing. Newt is absolutely enamoured by his very-pregnant wife and proves it. (SMUT)

(Title comes from the song “Everything” by Lifehouse)

The smut is so bad omg and I suck at titles

WARNING: SMUT. PREGNANT SMUT! HURT/COMFORT SMUT! MARRIED COUPLE SMUT! I HAVE NO REGRETS!

Tina really hated book-signings.

While she would admit that she enjoyed seeing her husband’s book so successful, so well-received and loved, she couldn’t help but really despise having to attend book-signings – and, of course, she was asked to every one because he felt uncomfortable at them. Having her with him made him slightly less tense, he had explained, more relaxed, and she agreed to attend every one that she could because, if it made him more comfortable, then it was worth it.

Usually during book-signings, however, she wasn’t heavily pregnant.

Tina huffed as she scanned the queue of people waiting to meet her husband from afar; most of them were women, and she would have bet all of her money that they were more interested in the author than the book itself. The only saving grace was that she knew Newt was completely oblivious to their fancies, only focused on signing the books and getting out as soon as possible. It probably didn’t help that her hormones were acting up either, a result of the pregnancy, and it was dragging her mood down greatly.

A middle-aged woman approached the desk, shaking as she beamed at Newt and placed her book on the desk for him to sign. Tina guffawed at the sight, not sure whether to pity her or be annoyed at the sight – she decided it was pity when her husband didn’t even look at the woman, instead scribbling his signature onto the first page and handing it back hurriedly, eager to move on.

She wondered if Queenie had to deal with something similar in Jacob’s bakery – the thought of her sister getting jealous of girls swooning over her brother-in-law’s pastries, admittedly, made her grin fondly. Jacob, of course, would no doubt have paid those women little attention for he was absolutely devoted to Queenie – anyone with eyes could have seen that.

Tina suddenly felt a jolt in her belly, and her heart lifted as she rubbed the bump affectionately; the baby was rather active, much to her joy, and it always made her so unbelievably happy to feel them kicking – a reminder they were there, the start of a family. She just wished that Newt wasn’t stuck signing books, instead with her and feeling their baby kick (a favourite pastime of his, it had soon transpired).

You must be as bored as I am, she thought, leaning against a bookcase. Mercy…I need to sit down. My back is starting to ache already.

She was just considering tracking down the store-owner and requesting (demanding) a chair when a dark figure caught the corner of her eye; when she turned her head to see who was lurking near the bookshelves, she saw that it was none other than Leta Lestrange.

What in the name of Deliverance Dane is she even doing here?!

Leta appeared to be trying to stay unnoticed, keeping close to the bookcase as she watched the book signing from afar; she was still absolutely stunning, majestic in her black floor-length dress. Her dark hair was pulled back in an elaborately braided bun, not a hair out of place, lips pursed and eyes fixed firmly on the scene in the shop. When Tina followed the other woman’s gaze, she realized that she was gazing at Newt almost longingly.

Leta was no longer a threat to their relationship, Tina reminded herself weakly: Newt had moved on and married her, after all, and they were expecting their first baby together. There was no need to be jealous.

No, she wasn’t jealous – but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t suddenly self-conscious.

Leta Lestrange had always been curvy, but not unhealthily so – they were curves that men wanted, that men lusted over; it was a body most women desired to have, curvy but with long lean legs and a relatively small waist. She always looked effortless in dresses, poised and elegant no matter what the occasion – even spying on a Magizoologist in a bookstore, it seemed.

Tina wasn’t any of those things; she had been lean due to her work as an Auror, but since becoming pregnant she had become rather fuller-figured – everything was swollen, from her breasts to her feet, and though she knew the roundness of her stomach was due to the growing life she was carrying she couldn’t help but feel fat and unappealing in her loose blouse and skirt. As much as she loved the idea of being pregnant – of this baby, of this being the start of her and Newt’s family together – she couldn’t help but feel disgusting. She didn’t delude herself into thinking that she had ever been a ravishing beauty of course, that had always been her sister, but usually she didn’t feel this unattractive.

The other woman’s eyes suddenly flitted over to her – they widened, somewhat surprised, but she didn’t say a word as she looked her over. Tina could feel her steely gaze drifting down her body, taking in her swollen breasts and extra weight, pausing on the protruding abdomen. After a long, uncomfortable moment, Leta simply lifted her gaze and gave a brief nod – before Tina could say anything (what she could say, she didn’t know), she walked away and towards the exit of the shop.

I look disgusting compared to her, Tina found herself thinking, and any joy she had felt at feeling the baby kicking had long disappeared. She gnawed her lip as she rested her hands on her stomach; she had thought these insecurities to be long buried in the past – she and Newt were married and expecting a baby, for goodness sake! Newt clearly loved her, and he wasn’t about to return to an old school flame any time soon.

But there was no way he could have found her attractive like this – and certainly not anywhere near as attractive as Leta.

With that in mind, Tina spent the rest of the book-signing leaning against the bookshelves, arms crossed over her chest and feeling absolutely awful.

Newt was observational by nature – he observed creatures in their natural habitats, observed their behaviour to see what was normal and what was not, took notes so that he could remind himself at a later date of his findings. This habit had, of course, spread to observing humans too – and Tina was a most intriguing human.

That was how he knew something wasn’t right that evening.

The first sign had been how quiet she had been after the book-signing, waiting for him with her arms crossed and barely saying a word. At first he had put this down to the fact she was eight months pregnant and more than likely exhausted after a long day spent in a bookshop (he, himself, was feeling rather drained) so he hadn’t said anything. When they had got home, however, she had attempted to decline dinner, weakly protesting that she “wasn’t hungry” – he had, of course, ignored this and made her dinner anyway because she needed to eat for the baby too. She had barely touched the food he’d made, and he would have been lying if he’d said he wasn’t a tad worried.

“I’m just tired,” Tina mumbled to him, shaking her head and avoiding his eye. “I think I’ll go straight to bed actually.”

Newt had allowed her to retreat to their bedroom, telling himself that it was best she rested for the baby’s sake, doing the washing-up by himself before heading into the case for his routine evening with the creatures. Dougal had seemed disappointed when he noticed that Tina wasn’t there, returning to his den and sulking for the rest of the evening – he was used to their story-time sessions now, and Newt strongly suspected his demiguise was baby-sitting his pregnant wife when she was down in the case.

He didn’t spend as long with the creatures that night, leaving the case shortly after half-past-nine and locking it with a charm before climbing up the stairs of the house to their bedroom. To his surprise, there was a small amount of light filtering out from the half-open door and when he opened it he realized a lamp had been lit.

Tina was lying in bed, leaning against the headboard with some pillows stacked behind her back, an open book perched on her large bump; she looked up when he entered, somewhat sheepish. “Baby wouldn’t let me sleep – they kept kicking.”

“Ah. Fair enough.”

Neither of them said anything as he unbuttoned his waistcoat, leaving it open, before clambering onto the bed beside her; he moved his head so that his ear was pressed against her swollen abdomen, a grin lighting up his face.

“Hello there – it’s been a rather long day, hasn’t it? Well, you mustn’t keep kicking your Mummy awake now…she really needs sleep, and I bet you do too.”

Usually Tina would laugh or smile at his conversations with their baby, shaking her head fondly – but she wasn’t now, he noticed: instead she was biting her lip, staring down at her book but not reading anything. He couldn’t help but frown to himself, pushing himself away from her stomach as he looked at her.

“Is everything alright, dear?”

“I’m fine,” She muttered unconvincingly. “Just tired. I can’t wait until this baby’s out, you know – I can’t sleep properly anymore, with this bump in the way…”

There was more to it than that – he could easily tell, having known her so well for so long.

“Tina,” Newt started cautiously. “Please tell me, love. I won’t be angry or hurt, if that’s what you’re worried about – you know you can tell me anything.”

“I know,” Tina agreed quietly, still avoiding his eye; there was a long moment’s pause before she gave a heavy sigh, closing her book and placing it on the side-table. “Alright, fine. It’s just…I saw Leta today, that’s all.”

Newt looked surprised by this. “Leta? As in Leta Lestrange?”

“Yes. She was in the shop this afternoon during the book-signing…I didn’t speak to her; she looked at me and left.” She gave a small shrug. “It’s nothing, really… I think my hormones are just out of control – the Healer said that would happen towards the end of this.”

But Newt knew what was going through her mind; he had learned how to read her years ago, how to gage how she was feeling without having to speak. “Tina,” He murmured, placing a hand on hers. “You know Leta doesn’t mean anything, not anymore. I’ve more than moved on from her, and I’m extremely happy – you don’t need to be worried about her.”

Tina finally looked at him, and there was just a slight glisten in her eyes. “It’s not that, Newt, it’s…it’s stupid,” She muttered, scowling to herself. “I’m being silly, that’s all. It doesn’t matter-”

“It does,” He interrupted firmly. “Tina, if it’s bothering you then I want to know. Tell me.”

“Well…I…” She gnawed at her bottom lip for a moment, clearly thinking things over in her head. “She’s so beautiful, Newt – and normally that wouldn’t bother me, I’m used to being considered plain now, but…but with the stomach and the weight and…and all of the swelling…I feel disgusting.”

It suddenly clicked in his mind – and he couldn’t help but be stunned. “Disgusting? No, Tina, of course you’re not… Merlin, whatever could make you think that?”

“Just look at me,” Tina huffed sadly, gesturing to her stomach. “I’m fat and swollen and…and everything hurts, everything has gotten bigger, and I can’t help it – I look utterly repulsive compared to someone like Leta Lestrange.”

“Oh, Tina…”

“You don’t have to lie and pretend,” She told him miserably, moving her hand away from his. “I know I look awful like this. I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t attracted to me, to be honest.”

Newt sat up fully now, having heard enough as he cupped her face with one hand and turned her to look at him. “Porpentina Scamander, you listen to me,” He began earnestly. “I have always been – and always will be – very much attracted to you; I couldn’t care less if you swelled up to be the size of an Erumpent because I love you and you will always be beautiful to me.”

Tina furrowed her eyebrows in disbelief. “But…How?” She questioned. “Look at me! I’m fat, for one thing, and…and my feet are swollen, and I have stretch marks everywhere… No one in their right mind would find that attractive!”

“I’m quite clearly not in my right mind then,” Newt said seriously, the corners of his lips turning up as his other hand began to rub at the bump gently. “I honestly, well and truly, think you’re stunning like this, and I won’t hear otherwise. I mean… Merlin’s beard, you’re carrying our child! Don’t you think that’s so remarkable?”

It was the truth; seeing her pregnant with their baby drove him absolutely crazy at times – it was so natural, having a baby, creating something out of their love, and he always felt a thrill whenever he looked at his wife and saw that perfectly rounded swell on her abdomen.

She still looked somewhat unconvinced, looking at him unsurely. “You can’t possibly… I mean, yes, the baby is wonderful but…”

“I mean every word of it,” He told her firmly, and his eyes were shining. “Let me show you, Tina: let me show you how much I love you, how much I want you.”

Tina looked absolutely stunned but gave a small nod nonetheless; Newt didn’t waste any time, leaning in and kissing her as fiercely as he could. She gave a small groan at the contact, reaching to clutch his face and pull him deeper into the kiss; it didn’t escape her notice that he had started to run his hands up and down her body, feeling for himself the enlarged parts of her that weren’t there before.

“Beautiful,” He whispered, pulling away to reattach his lips to the soft skin of her throat. “Absolutely beautiful…my beautiful wife…”

Every part of her seemed to be more sensitive than before, every touch feeling ten times more pleasurable; Tina let out a small whimper when her husband moved one hand to squeeze one of her breasts, arching underneath him.

“Newt…oh God…”

Newt nipped at her pulse point, grinning to himself. “You must be so sensitive like this. Here, let me just…” Not moving away from her neck, his hands reached for the bottom of her enlarged nightgown and he started to tug it over her body; she lifted her arms to help him remove it, and when he tossed it away he allowed himself a moment to just look.

Her breasts had become much fuller, rounder and larger as they prepared for motherhood; her nipples were already hard, thanks to his ministrations, and he could see a few small purple lines against the pale white of her skin. Even more glorious was the swell of her belly, stretched to accommodate their growing child, and he felt his trousers grow tighter when he noticed her hips had widened too – the sight of her, pregnant with his child, was driving him wild.

Noticing he was staring, Tina’s cheeks had stained pink. “I’m…I’m sorry. I know they’re not pretty, but…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Newt murmured, and his fingers edged towards her breasts once more. “You’re perfect and I will not hear otherwise.”

He had always enjoyed her breasts, he’d found – and now that they were bigger, swollen from hormones and milk, he found that they were turning him on even more. She let out a loud, guttural moan when he lowered his mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking against the stretch marks left there, and when she dug her nails into his shoulders he couldn’t help but gasp into her skin, utterly aroused.

“I love your breasts,” He husked, pushing his face against them. “Love them…I could spend all bloody day lavishing them, you know.”

“So good…” She panted, arching into him. “Please, Newt, I…I don’t know if I can last…”

“Patience,” He chuckled softly, and he moved to kiss her on the lips again; when they broke away, he was grinning. “Fine - help me undress.”

Tina nearly tore the waistcoat from his shoulders, her fingers desperately reaching to undo the buttons on his shirt; Newt helped her before hurriedly shrugging the garment off, leaning in for another searing kiss. The feel of her bare breasts pushed into his chest, heavy and warm, made his cock twitch in anticipation.

It didn’t take very long at all for Newt to hurriedly kick off his trousers and underwear, abandoning them on the bedroom floor, and for a few minutes the two of them lay there together; Newt started to lick and bite his way down her body, rubbing and squeezing every area he could reach. He wanted to be careful, of course, wary of hurting the baby – but another part of him was wild with lust, feeling the hard curve of her stomach as she writhed underneath him. He couldn’t help it: it was a natural reaction, and a wonderful one at that.

Tina let out a cry when his mouth reached her slit, and he was rather pleased to see that she was extremely wet already; he dipped a long finger inside of her, arousal pooling in his groin when she bucked her hips, and let out a shaky breath – he wasn’t going to last long himself, the way things were going.

This isn’t about me: this is about Tina, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.

With that in mind, Newt removed his finger from her folds and moved so that he was hovering over her; Tina looked up at him, brown eyes dilated, and cupped his face in her hands. He liked her best like this, he thought to himself, spread out beneath him and waiting.

“I love you,” He told her softly as their lips brushed together, closing his eyes. “I’ll always love you.”

She shifted underneath him, suddenly looking somewhat unsure again. “This really doesn’t bother you?”

“Most definitely not,” Newt assured her lovingly, reaching to tuck back a stray section of hair behind her ear. “Everything about you like this is amazing; you’re going to be a wonderful mother, Tina, and I love seeing you like this.”

There was a moment where he hesitated, and when Tina raised an eyebrow he couldn’t help but flush bright red.

“No, I’m not…I’m just…I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

“Oh.” A small smirk spread across her face. “You won’t, love – trust me.”

There was a sense of slight urgency as he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in, and they cried out together in unison at the feeling of being connected in such a way. Tina’s nails were digging into his shoulders as she pushed her hips against his, and he couldn’t help but allow his hand to drift down to cup her stomach.

“I don’t understand sometimes,” He admitted hoarsely. “I don’t understand how you don’t see how stunning you are, how magnificent and brave. You don’t realize how much you mean to me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for a start, you’re my wife,” He stated, lowering his lips to her throat. “My wife – the only one I could ever want or need. And now the baby…” He seemed to choke on his words for a moment, almost allowing the emotion of the moment to get the best of him. “I’m going to be a father…I’m going to be a Daddy because of you. I don’t think I could ask for anything more…more fantastic.”

Tears of joy seemed to shine in her eyes as she gazed up at him. “Oh, Newt…” She ran a hand through his hair, a radiant smile suddenly lighting up her face. “I love you so much.”

He started to move inside of her slowly, making sure to touch and massage her more sensitive areas; their kissing was somewhat sloppy now, wet and lazy. It was only when she twisted underneath him impatiently that he realized she needed more than this slow pace he had set.

“Newt,” Tina whimpered, dragging her nails down his back. “I need you…I need you to go faster…please…”

“Yes,” He agreed, halting for just a moment; he pulled away from her, hooking his arms underneath each of her thighs before starting to thrust once more. He reattached his lips to the column of her exposed throat, nipping and sucking as he sped up his thrusts.

The new angle made her whine out loudly, and she threw her head back against the pillows. “Yes…yes…”

Newt breathed out heavily at the feel of her around him; she seemed impossibly wet and tight, even more so than usual, and he was sure it wouldn’t be long until they both climaxed at this rate.

“Mercy Lewis…so good…”

He let out a grunt, slowing down his thrusts suddenly; she frowned and let out a gasp of surprise when he pulled out completely.

“What are you doing?!”

Newt couldn’t help but chuckle breathlessly at the desperate tone in her voice. “I’m only changing positions, dear…hang on…”

He moved away from her, somewhat awkwardly, to sit on the other side of the bed; he pressed his back against the headboard and cast a glance at her.

“Come here.”

Tina let out a groan as she realized what he wanted and hastily moved to hover above him; when she sank down on him, ever so slowly, they both let out strangled cries. In this position Newt was as deep as could be in her, and it allowed her the chance to move at her own pleasure.

She started grinding down in his lap, pressing herself against him; the bump prevented them from getting as close as they would have liked, but Newt soon found that he rather liked being able to press kisses to his wife’s swollen stomach as she moved.

“Beautiful…this baby…love you…”

Her thighs were quivering slightly as she rode him, throwing her head back – there was truly no better sight, he decided, than seeing his pregnant wife riding him like this. Exhaling heavily, Newt started to thrust up into her, their hips meeting with a delicious smacking noise.

The headboard started to crash against the wall, thumping in time with their thrusts, and it wasn’t too long before he felt her clenching around him, muscles tightening as she cried out in ecstasy.

“Newt…Newt…I can’t…I need…”

“I know.”

Still thrusting up into her, he reached one hand down to where their bodies were joined and quickly found her clit; he started to rub rough circles with his fingers, gazing up at Tina with dilated pupils as she whimpered desperately.

“Cum for me, Tina,” Newt urged eagerly. “I want you to let go for me – I’ve got you, love…just let go.”

With a few more thrusts she was there, almost sobbing his name with relief as her orgasm crashed over her; he watched her face throughout the entirety of it, in slight wonderment as she clenched her eyes shut and her body writhed in pleasure.

“Oh, Newt! Newt! Yes!”

She was so unbelievably tight around him, clamping down and squeezing rhythmically – with just a few erratic thrusts of his own he was tumbling over the edge with her. He let out a primitive growl as he pulled her down over him, twitching inside of her as he came hard with a shudder, filling her up with everything he had.

“Tina! Buggering fuck!”

They stayed like that for some time, in each other’s arms as they both recovered from their frenzied love-making; after a few moments, Tina shakily lifted herself off of her husband and collapsed onto the bed next to him. Still absolutely spent, Newt pushed himself down so that they were lying next to one another, and he reached to pull her back towards him.

It was only when her head was resting on his chest that he realized she was crying.

“Tina?” He asked worriedly, looking at her with wide eyes. “I’m…I’m sorry, I was…I must have been too rough. Did I hurt you?”

But she was shaking her head, and when she finally looked at him she was smiling. “No, not at all. I just…I’m so happy; I love you so much.”

Newt couldn’t help but grin back weakly, and he understood completely. “I know I don’t seem to tell you nearly as often as I should, but I love you too – I think you’re beautiful and wonderful and…and I’m always so thankful when I think that you’re my wife…that you’re carrying our baby. I don’t tell you it often enough, and I should, but…”

Tina pressed her lips to his, effectively silencing him, and when they broke away a few moments later she was beaming. “I know how you feel – you don’t need to say it.”

Okay but imagine Newt yelling out “buggering fuck” during sex OMFG

This was super fluffy but, honestly, she needed to know how he felt?? I can’t believe I’m justifying my own writing JFC…

Hope you enjoyed!

[yejiroh]

Hello!

Heya! So i really really really like your works, so id like to request Tamaki x Reader, where his S/O is very good at like gaming?

She usually plays minecraft and fps games and shes extremely good at it. I’d really like a scenario where they play Valorant, a tactical shooting game just like overwatch and csgo, like usually tamaki plays with like mirio and some of his friends and one of them was busy so mirio decided to invite her to play and ends up carrying the team with an ace or two.      (P.s I dont usually request because i fear that i dont follow the rules properly, but i love love ur works :)  Happy New Year ! )

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Authors note:

@plutostones​ Hi, how are ya? I just found this, so sorry for the wait. Also, I tagged you because you put this in as a submission, not an ask, so I didn’t know whether or not you’d get the memo. Anyways, thank you for requesting, and thank you for being a fan of my work-it means a lot.  I don’t play Valorant but from what your describing it sounds like Blitzbergade- which i do play. Sorry in adavance if this is not how the game goes, but i did do some research.

And to everyone wanting to request, the requests are open; just read the rules!

Because this was so late, I made it long.  

Suns Out Guns Out!

-PLATONIC- (kinda)

Word count: 2000+

Staring Tamaki Amajiki, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, and of course, the lovely Y/n L/n!

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Three monitors glared at Tamaki, the LED screens too bright for his poorly lit room. Discord, Twitch, and Valorant displayed, his fingers smashing the keyboard loudly, the familiar “clack, clack,clack” ringing in his ears.

It was routine, everyday after school, the five of them: Tamaki, Mirio, Nejire, Yuuyu, and Kirishima would open Valorant, Discord, and Twitch.

“Ah, dammit! Not again!”

“Mirio, calm down; it’s just a game.”

“I just can’t help but to get riled up- sorry.”

“Why are you so mad anyway?”

“This guy- Flippy2252- he keeps killing me every time I get back! And the worst part is, they never run! They just walk in and shoot everyone!”

Tamaki took off his headset, throwing it to the side. Mirio was never one to whine about losing, but having a 22-0  losing streak was pretty rough on anyone’s ego.  Looking at the left monitor, Twitch was going crazy. The live chat was full of onlookers and the 10 players were all at war, angry at Flippy2252 for not letting anyone else get a kill, or Flippy2252 killing people every time with no hesitation.

It was always Flippy2252.

All it took to beat Flippy was an upgrade of armour, right? But neither he, Mirio, Kirshima, nor Nejire had enough credits or was willing to get such an upgrade. They were fine as is. Yuuyu was fine to. Kind of. 

Sighing, Tamaki put the headset back on, holding the attached mic. “Mirio, where’d you go? I knew this game was  hard...let's just call it a night- we have a test tomorrow and the event.”

“Guys, about that, I can’t play tomorrow- I have a cousin coming over .”

Whining, Nejire’s voice piped through the headphones. “Really Kirishima? But tomorrow is what counts!” 

“I know, it’s not manly of me, and I’m sorry guys! But Bakubro said-”

“Bakugou? You’re leaving for your boyfriend, not your family!”

“What? No, He’s NOT my boyfriend! And my cousin IS coming over!”

“Wooow Kiri, I expect this from everyone but you!”

Tamaki looked at the screen, tuning his friends out. The match was over. They had lost.

Again.

***

Rushing up the stairs of the U.A. building, Tamaki and Mirio panted, having overslept and missing the train.

“Wooh! That was a good way to wake yourself up, right, Tamaki?”

“I-I guess. I’m tired now. We should have just not come since we’re this late.”

“Nonsense! We made it on time- hey there’s Y/n!”

Mirio waved a hand out to the person in question, calling out to her.

‘Hey, Y/n! You ready for the test?”

Y/n turned over, making quick eye contact with Tamaki before he covered his face. 

Looking back to Mirio, she gave a sweet smile, putting a fist in the air.

“I actually studied for this one, so heck yeah!” “Good to hear! Hopefully we all get good marks this time, yeah?”

Y/n nodded, looking at her phone-

“Is that a Valorant background?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah! I love that game!”

Mirio smiled. “What a coincidence-”he nudged Tamaki-”We do to! Say, are you any good?”

Y/n chuckled, waving her phone around.”I’d like to say I’m pre-tay good. What about you guys?”

“Well, we’re amazing, don’t get me wrong, there’s just always this one guy who just comes in, kills everyone, and leaves. You can’t even respawn in peace!”

Y/n’s chuckles turned into hollers, knowing exactly who they were talking about.  “Oh god- you mean that Flippy dude? They’re awseome!”

“Yeah, but they don’t give mercy for anything!”

“You’re not supposed to, it’s a gun game. Tell you what, give me your discords and I’ll help you guys. I’ve gotten a couple kills against the dude.”

Was this a blessing? They were just looking for someone! Mirio tooked Y/n’s hand, bowing down, and pretended to wipe a tear away. “M’lady, it would be an honor, for our time in war-”

“We were just looking for another player cause one of ours bailed.” Tamaki muttered, interuppting the poetic Mirio.

Clapping her hands, Y/n smiled again. “Great! Just put your tags in my phone and we can do the event today! Also, good luck on the tests!”

***

Y/n sat down, her computer moniters clocks all set to count the second. Hand on the mouse, she breathed in, watching, waiting.

5...4...3...2...1- She slammed the keys, logging into everything at once. A beep form one; a Discord call. 

“Hey Y/n! You ready?”

“Yeah. Who else is on the team, other then you and Tamaki?”

“Nejire and Yuuyuu.”

She looked at the moiters, nodding. Okay. There’s 10 seconds into the game, okay? We have 3 hours, 45 minutes, and now...37 seconds until the event is done. We split the prize between who got the most kills or who did the most.”

“Okay.”

Just before she ended the call, Y/n quickly added. 

“And I’m Flippy2252.”

***

Tamaki spit his drink. Y/n was Flippy? No way! Slamming the keys, his avatar ran around the map. Now that he didn’t have to worry about Flippy killing him, he could actuallydo something! 

But the event was Capture The Flag, and he wasn’t too good at that. Running up a ramp, he spotted a red name, quickly shooting. But his sniper was no good.  Flippy-no, Y/n- ran up behind him, gunning down the red in her path. Soon she had the flag, and was running away.

“WOOOAHHH!” Mirio hollered through the headset. “I suddenly feel useless in a good way!”

What the heck?

“Mirio, that doesn’t make sense.”

“Weirdo.”

“This  game is as good as ours!”

Tamaki looked at the Twitch Moniter, smiling.

‘Since when was Flippy on team blue?’

‘Who cares? They’re still kicking ass!’

‘If they’re not on red it’s not even worth watching.’

‘Shut yo bitch ass up, like the fuck you gon do? Its a game the fuck?’

‘Really? Language guys. they can read everything.’

‘they too  focused on the game’

‘FLIPPY IS SO HOT WOOF WOOF BARK BARK AWWOOOGA’

‘Bro chilll you just lke their avatar’

People are weird. Walking into a building, he layed his avatar down. Just one more kill and they’d win the first round, and an Ace at that. 

***

1 minute left in the event, and Y/n still had the flag.

Tamaki followed, gunning down everyone chassing them and shooting at them. 

Capture the flag had never been so chaotic.

10 seconds in, they just had to get to their home base.

“Run Flippy run!”

5

4

3

2

1

A large VICTORY was displayed on theor teams screens, Y/n shreiking with laughter.

“That was so insane!”

“We actually won an event? FINALLY!”

Everyone was sreaming through the headsets, and once again Tamaki took it off, throwing it to the side.

Laying on his bed, he opened his phone, lookjng at a picture of Y/n.

She carried the team, and it was amazing to have won something again.