Sucking Off Colin Ritman While Hes Working On His New Game.thats It.thats My Scenario Request

Sucking off Colin Ritman while he’s working on his new game….that’s it….that’s my scenario request 😋

hell yeah, sure thang. sorry it's so short, but hope you enjoy nonetheless

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (m!receiving)

914 Words🤙🏻

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You could hear Colin groaning in frustration from the sitting room. He had been trying to work on his new game all day and was starting to feel stuck. You felt for him, you really did. You didn’t know the tediousness and intricacies of making a game, nor did you want to.

Seeing how tired your boyfriend was all the time did not make you envious of his position. You just wished you could help him. Somehow. To relieve at least a little bit of his stress…

Then an idea sparked in your head on how to do exactly that.

You gently knocked and entered Colin’s home office, wearing a sympathetic smile on your face. “Not going so well?” 

“This goddamn code doesn’t wanna work for me today.” He huffed, tightening his fists in order to keep himself from smashing his keyboard.

You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling.” You rubbed up and down his upper arms, lightly kissing his neck and adding pressure little by little till he sighed. “Maybe you should take a break for a bit? Clear your head?”

“My head’s never clear, I’m afraid. I just gotta carry on, it’ll never get done if I keep taking breaks.”

You frowned slightly, a wrench thrown in your plans. You’d just have to improvise. “Okay then, keep working.” You lowered to your knees, Colin watching you crawl underneath his desk with a confused but amused expression.

“And where are you going then?” He chuckled.

“Nothing.” Your voice echoed from under the desk, situating yourself in between Colin’s legs and rubbing your hands along his thighs. You smirked when you heard him make a surprised noise when you started palming him through his trousers.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing, love?” He asked darkly, his lowered voice sending a shiver down your spine and made your clit pulse with arousal.

“Don’t mind me, just keep working. Don’t let me distract you.” You stifled a giggle, undoing the zipper and button on his pants, slowly taking his cock out.

Colin let out a shaky exhale as you lightly fisted his cock, grinning proudly at yourself for your ability to make him hard instantly. “I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate when you’re doing that. Oh-!” He yelped as you took the tip of him into your mouth, letting your saliva drip down his dick and using it to pump the rest of him slowly. He slowly lolled his head back up towards the ceiling, letting out a throaty groan as you took all of him as much as you could, the tip hitting the back of your mouth briefly.

“Continue working…” You smirked from underneath his desk, continuing to bob your head up and down his length as you heard him continue to tap on his keyboard with heavy panting breaths.

Colin tried his best to work on that stupid game, but you were making him feel so good he could barely register what he was doing. He definitely was not making progress on the game. He tried to shake his head to get himself to focus, managing to code for twenty seconds at the very least before you started massaging his balls. “Fuck…” He stuttered, his toes curling and clenching his fists, moaning as he grabbed the back of your head to encourage you to move faster.

“Done with the game?” You teased with a giggle, gasping as Colin forced you out from under his desk, making you kneel before him where you were visible, finally seeing his flustered face. 

“Fuck that game. It can wait.” He huffed, pushing your head back down to his aching cock and groaning loudly as you continued to suck him off faster. “Goddamn, you know exactly what I need all the time, don’t you, darling?”

“I try.” You smiled up at him, keeping eye contact with him with tears in your eyes from gagging on his dick, the sight making Colin’s cock twitch in your mouth. “Close, baby?” You teased.

“Yes…” He panted, his eyebrows knitting together as he bucked up into your mouth.

“Come for me, darling.” You spoke breathlessly, moaning around his cock and eagerly awaiting for his climax, unable to stop yourself as you started to touch yourself while you pleasured him.

“Oh, fuck-!” He groaned, his release painting your tongue and hitting the back of your throat. You pulled off of him to show you his cum on your tongue, smiling as you swallowed every last drop. Colin bit his lip at the sight, looking down on you with a blissed out expression.

“Satisfied?” You grinned, standing up and hovering over his slouched figure in his chair, kissing him softly.

“Even more so.” He whispered, grabbing your hips to pull you in between his legs. “You didn’t have to do that for me, you know?”

You nodded. “I know, but I wanted to. You deserve a bit of stress relief, especially from this job.”

Colin pinched your side, eliciting a squeal from you. “Well, now I want to return the favour.” He smirked.

“You don't have to.”

“I know, but I want to. Now go to the bedroom while I finish up here.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that an order, Mr. Ritman?”

You moaned as he smacked your ass, his expression turning very serious. “It is. Go now. Or else I won’t be so kind tonight.”

“Promise?”

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mm, to be able to suck this man's cock🥵

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers 🎶✨

Christ, just 5? There's like 12 songs that are stuck in my head every single day. God uhhhhh,,,guess I'll just list the ones I've been listening to repeatedly this week

Through the Flames by Lacuna Coil (just that whole Black Anima album really)

Custer by Slipknot

Sleepwalking Past Hope by HIM

The Loch Ness Monster by Pow Pow Family Band

Dead Butterflies (Abbey Road Version) by Architects

Jesus. The songs I listen to change every day lmao but those are the ones this week I guess

heyyyyy!! (i’ve never requested smt before so plz don’t mind my awkwardness) could you do smt with will poulter where he’s kinda subby (or not, lol it’s up to u), but he’s obsessed with eating reader out, and then they fuck? (also if u could like imply short!reader or thicc!reader (or both, yk) that would also be fantastic!).

anyways, i love ur work and tysm for writing!

Aw, you're not awkward at all! I'm honored I'm the first person you've requested a story from🥺👉🏻👈🏻💕 I kinda feel weird writing for Will at the moment, still kinda getting over the knowledge that he has a girlfriend now...i'm not jealous i swear😅 *cough*...anyway, so i'm making this Gally if that's okay? I've already gotten a Gally sub request so I thought this could knock out two birds with one stone

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), kinda sub!Gally, orgasm denial, oral (f and m!receiving), degradation, humiliation (if you squint), biting, femdom kindaa, one singular utterance of the word "mommy"🙈

3.6K Words🤙🏻

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Gally was the least submissive person you had ever known. You wanted to be the dominant one for once, but you never knew how to get him in that space because he never ever did. You had to get clever.

One of Gally’s favorite things to do was eating you out. The boy lived for it. So you thought that maybe taking that away from him for a while would get him desperate enough to submit to you, at least for a little bit.

You had hatched your plan. You had no idea if it would work, but it would have to. You were determined to not give him before he did, you knew you were stubborn enough.

The day was almost over, soon everyone would turn in after work, including Gally. You both had your own separate huts, you had no idea why considering he always snuck into yours almost every night. He practically lived with you. But that was all the more reason you felt comfortable enough to issue this challenge without fear of being stuck with him if it went wrong.

You laid down on your bed, discarding your clothes, your skin prickling with goosebumps from being exposed to the cool air. You were tingling with anticipation, your nipples hardening and perking up, moaning softly as you reached up to pinch them roughly. Running your hands down your curves to reach your mound, spreading your legs and running your fingers through your slicked up folds. You sighed as you rubbed slow and light circles on your aching clit, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly.

Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing. Gally was finally here. You smiled for a second before continuing to pleasure yourself, pretending you didn’t notice him come in.

“Now what do we have here?” You gasped as Gally suddenly appeared in your bedroom door frame, a wide mischievous smirk adorning on his face. “What makes you think you can do this without my permission, huh?” He teased, his eyes darkening as he feasted on the sight of you.

You swallowed, you could do this. “And what makes you think I need your permission?” You responded tremulously, your pussy already responding to Gally’s domineering attitude, his eyes narrowing at your comment. But nope, you weren’t going to give in that easily. You wanted to get your way.

Gally slowly sauntered over to you, but still staying a couple feet away, hovering over you intimidatingly. “Excuse me?” He spoke lowly, an amused smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “What are you up to, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you rough tonight, huh? I can do that.”

“No.” You quickly said, taking a deep breath. “The opposite actually.” He gave you a confused expression, stepping back as you got up from your bed, looking up at him with sultry eyes. “I want you to be my submissive tonight. I want you to obey my every command like a good boy. Understand?”

Gally looked you up and down before letting out a laugh, causing you to scowl. “Aw baby, it’s cute you think I could do something like that. But no, sorry. I don’t think that’s what you really want. Clearly, you’re trying to get me all riled up so I can fuck you until you beg me to stop. Right?” He took steps towards you and leaned down to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him before he could.

“I’m being serious, Gally.”

“I am too, baby.”

You refused to pout or sulk, you held your head up high as you could, keeping a small smirk on your face. “Have it your way, Gal. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You turned away from him and put on your overnight clothes.

“Oh, come on.” Gally huffed. “You’re really gonna be this stubborn about this? Seeing you touch yourself like that made me so hard for you, babe. I wanna ravish that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” You smiled tauntingly, motioning him to leave your hut.

“You really wanna play this game, huh?” Gally smirked. “Fine. I’ll play, cause I know I’m gonna win. In a few days, when you can’t give yourself an orgasm like I can, you’re gonna be on your knees begging for me to fuck you. If you give in now, I won’t tie you up and bring you to the edge just to stop over and over again. Deal?”

You scoffed. “No deal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta finish what I started.” You blew him a kiss.

Gally frowned. “Game on, sweetheart. Game on.”

It was the first day of this game you started. After having a wonderful night’s sleep after making yourself come a couple times, you woke up with a smile, excited for the day. You hummed to yourself as you got ready for work, greeting everyone you walked by as you headed further into camp. It was perfect timing because you got to work with Gally this week, after some convincing with Vince. You usually cooked with Fry or helped out in medical, but you needed this to happen in order for things to go your way. You were a Builder in the Glade so it worked out.

As you helped saw some wood, you suddenly felt a hand on your hip and warm breath on your neck. “Come to your senses yet, sweetheart?” Gally teased, his grip on you tightening. “Were you even able to make yourself come last night, baby? It must’ve been frustrating.”

You turned around quickly, a prideful smirk on your face. “Actually, I made myself come twice after you left. I enjoyed myself very much, and got excellent sleep too.” You shoved him out of the way so you could leave to get more wood. But Gally grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him.

“Come on, Y/n. Don’t do this. I know you wanna prove a point but it’s no use. You’re never gonna get me to sub.”

You shrugged. “Oh well.” You looked down at your wrist. “Let go, please?”

Gally sighed as he released his grip from you, rolling his eyes as he tried to shift his focus back on work.

You felt Gally’s eyes on you the whole day, frowning or scowling whenever you stole a glance at him. It just made you giggle. You had no problem with getting him frustrated, you knew no matter how far you pushed him, he’d never force you to do anything even if you were teasing him.

It was night and you sat on your bed reading a book, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. The door to your hut opened and you put down your book, anxious to see if Gally was ready to submit to you yet. He walked in your room with a smug expression. Welp, there goes that hope. “Still continuing this silly game?” He asked.

“I don’t find it silly.” You smirked, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening pussy underneath your extra large shirt, sliding the end of the shirt up your thighs to reveal more. “Frankly, I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would.” You teased your entrance in front of Gally, whose eyes were fixed on your fingers going in and out of your cunt, a tent forming in his pants already.

“Do you wanna be able to walk in the morning?”

“You’re not fucking me, Gally. Not tonight. Not until I get what I want.”

Gally groaned, frowning for the umpteenth time that day. “Seriously? You can’t touch yourself in front of me expecting me not to fuck you? You can’t do this.”

“Watch me, sweetheart.”

Day two and you were starting to believe you actually had a chance of winning this game. Gally looked like a kicked puppy last night. You were surely giving him blue balls by now, but you were still keeping your pussy happy and satisfied every night without him. Honestly, from the looks of it, it was more of a punishment for him than it was for you. You could go without sex, for the sake of a challenge of course. Most of the time, Gally was on you like a dog in heat, so you were pretty positive that you could outlast him.

You almost felt sorry for him as you saw him in the morning. He looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep, he had bags under his eyes and he looked unkempt. If that was all from a lack of sex, you started to think it was a problem and maybe this was good for him. But he could put all that suffering to an end if he just gave in. Oh well.

“How was your night?” You asked as you sat together during lunch.

Gally scoffed as he picked at his food. “Fine. Yours?”

“Really good.” You smirked, running your finger through your plate and slowly licking the food off your finger while keeping eye contact with Gally, sucking on the digit before releasing it with a pop. “Mm, Fry’s gotten better at cooking, wouldn’t you say?” You jumped slightly as Gally pushed his plate away and stormed off to his hut, rolling your eyes as you followed him after a few minutes.

You entered his hut without knocking, walking into his room to see him jerking himself off on his bed, but stopping as soon as you walked in. “Aw, is someone frustrated?” You giggled. “Please, continue. Don’t let me stop you. I’ve been getting off every night, so you should be too.”

“It…it’s not the same.” He huffed in annoyance, stuffing himself back in his pants. He stood up and walked to you, gently caressing your face. “Please, Y/n, let me fuck you. I’m gonna go crazy if I can’t soon. Let me eat you out at least.”

You smiled sympathetically, leaning up and standing on your tiptoes to give him a passionate kiss, the simple act eliciting a moan from Gally. “Of course you can, baby. But first…get on your knees.” You said as you pulled away.

“What?” He stuttered.

“You heard me. On. Your. Knees.” You smiled sweetly.

Gally groaned loudly, turning away from you and punching a wall. “Fuck sake.”

“I suppose that’s a no then?” You frowned. “Guess I’ll leave you to your business then.” That night Gally didn’t even come to your hut, you were left to yourself and your own fingers yet again. 

Two more days passed and Gally had decided he wasn’t even going to talk to you, trying not to even look at you because if he looked at you then he’d get horny and he wouldn’t be able to relieve himself like he would want to. You were doing perfectly though. You were proud of getting work done and you didn’t go a night without being satisfied. It was quite lovely. Though you did start to worry about Gally and…well, his dick. He still looked like he never got sleep which was more concerning. You started to wonder if you should quit this game…

You were almost done reading a book as you heard a knock on your door. Curious who it could’ve been, you put some pajama pants on to cover what your oversized shirt couldn’t. You furrowed your brows when you opened the door to see Gally on the other side. “You didn’t have to knock.” You giggled. “Thought you were someone else.”

“Can I come in?” He asked nervously.

“Uh, yeah, of course.” You allowed him in and shut the door, turning around to see him with tears brimming his eyes. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I…I haven’t been able to make myself come…since you stopped letting me have sex with you. Every time I try, no matter how long I jerk off, I can’t fucking come.” He ranted, his fists clenched at his sides. “I need you, baby. I need you to make me come.”

You felt sorry for him, but you still gave him a look that told him you still weren’t going to let up.

Gally sighed shakily, slowly lowering himself to his knees. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. “Please…” He whispered, looking up at you pitifully.

You smiled softly, leaning down to kiss him, bringing him back up on his feet. “It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” You led him to your bed, slowly lifting up his shirt and almost drooling at this sight of him. “So handsome…Undress me.” You ordered, Gally eagerly lifting up his hands to remove your shirt. “Slowly.” You scolded.

You weren’t wearing a bra, so your tits bounced freely as Gally lifted and removed the shirt, letting out a shaky exhale as he finally saw your breasts for the first time in almost a week. “Fuck, baby…” He breathed as he started to lean down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, but you stopped him.

“Relax. Lay down.” Gally did as you asked reluctantly, huffing silently as he laid down, awaiting your next move. He hummed as you ran your hands up and down his naked torso, kissing down his abs and biting down occasionally, unbuckling his pants and pulling them and his underwear down his legs. His cockhead was a bright red, twitching against his stomach and the tip leaking precum that puddled onto his happy trail. “My poor baby, all this time without being able to relieve yourself? Must’ve been so miserable.” Gally moaned loudly as you licked a stipe up the underside of his cock. Then, a noise you’ve never heard from him escaping his lips, a whimper. You actually made Gally whimper. You chuckled. “You could probably come so easily right now, huh? Want me to do that? Make you come? Want me to drain your cock all night?”

“God, fuck yes.” He panted, his face flushed red almost resembling the tip of his cock.

You took his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head very slowly, making Gally moan pitifully. It wasn’t even a couple minutes of sucking him off that he spilled into your mouth, various curses and groans leaving his mouth as he bucked into you. “Wow, you didn’t last long at all. Bad boy.”

“I-I’m sorry…it just felt so good.”

You hummed in disapproval. “I suppose you could make it up to me. Would you like that? Wanna make me feel good too?” He nodded vigorously, leaning forwards to kiss you roughly but you quickly stopped that. “Lay back down.” You crawled on top of him, making your pussy hover over his face. “You’ve made me so wet, baby. See how wet you’ve made me from obeying me like this?” Gally tried to lean up to taste you, but you kept a knee on his shoulder, making him stay put. “Beg to eat my pussy.”

Gally blinked up at you in surprise. It was weird, usually you were the one to beg him. Oh, how the tables have turned. “Please, Y/n…” He whispered.

“Please, what?” You smirked.

“Please, baby, let me eat you out. I wanna taste you so bad. I need to taste you.” He finally begged and you moaned in pleasure before he even did anything to you. You lowered yourself down onto his face and crying out as he quickly devoured you, licking up and down your folds and focusing his tongue to play at your clit.

“Fuck, Gally.” You moaned, bucking your hips against his face, grabbing onto his hair tightly as you rode him. “Feels so good, baby. You’re making me feel so good.” You groaned as he started teasing your entrance with his tongue, sinking in and making your wall clench around him. “Yes…” You whispered, leaning back to stroke his cock, his moans sending soft vibrations into your pussy. “Getting hard again already?” You chuckled breathlessly. “Poor baby’s been so deprived, huh?"

You gasped loudly as Gally traveled back to your clit, sucking and licking on it mercilessly. You felt those shocks of pleasure shoot throughout your entire body, making you writhe and squirm on his face, allowing your body to give in to this primal force inside you. “Oh fuck, baby. I’m so close. Make me come, make mommy come, baby.” You squealed, riding Gally’s face harder with abandon, desperate to reach that peak.

You finally let out a strangled moan as you came on Gally’s tongue, lightning bolts of euphoria traveling through your veins and causing goosebumps to rise all over your body, your nipples hardening almost painfully as you rode out your orgasm. It was so all encompassing that your vision went hazy for a split second. You then shakily moved off of Gally’s face, a proud smile on his face. “So fucking talented.” You smirked, kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“Please…” He whispered breathlessly.

“That’s a good boy, using your manners.” You saw Gally lick his lips as you hovered over him, lining his cock up with your soaked entrance, groaning loudly as you finally sunk down on him. “I only have one rule: you can fuck me, but don’t touch me, let me ride you.” That made him frown, but his lips quickly formed an o shape as you started to bounce on his dick.

You scowled as you felt Gally’s hands reach up and grope at your breasts, but you quickly slapped them away and pinned them on each side of his head. “What did I fucking say?” You scolded, your angry tone almost scaring yourself, but you put on a dark smile. “Baby? What did I tell you, hm?”

“Not to touch you…”

“Exactly, so why did you disobey me?”

“I just…I needed to feel you, to hold you.” He looked so soft, so vulnerable, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

You heard Gally whine as you got off of him, looking at you in hurt curiosity as you grabbed his belt from the floor. “To make sure you don’t disobey me again.” You snapped the belt, making him flinch. “Hands together for me, above your head.” You were almost surprised when he listened to you immediately, allowing you to tie both his hands together with his own belt. “You look so pretty like that.” You chuckled softly, kissing him before sinking back on his cock. “Now, behave, my love.”

“Fuck…” Gally moaned, his hands balled into fists and his head thrown back in pleasure, giving you easy access to bite the sensitive flesh on his neck. “Baby…” He whimpered, unable to stop himself from bucking up into you.

“God, it’s like your cock was made for me.” You moaned as he thrusted up against that special spot inside you, the faintest beginning of another orgasm starting to build in your core. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come again.” You chuckled breathlessly.

“Let me touch you.” Gally whined. “Please. I need to touch you.” At that point, you were too fucked out to continue being harsh and demanding with him, and you wanted to feel his hands on you too. You unlatched the belt, his hands immediately finding your love handles and squeezing roughly, the bruising pain mixing with the pleasure creating a lovely sensation.

You were mumbling sweet nothings incoherently, your mind clouded due to being on the precipice of another orgasm and Gally was right there with you. Your hands were on his chest, surely leaving bright red scratch marks, but also making sure he stayed put. Gally’s hands traveled all over your body, varying from slapping and kneading your ass, groping your breasts, and holding on to your hips. You squealed when he lowered his hand to rub your clit, amplifying the pleasure, giving you exactly what you needed to finally send you over that edge with him. You looked into each other’s eyes as you came together, your eyes glazing over with tears as Gally’s closed his tightly, spasming beneath you as he released inside you.

You and Gally both let out breathless laughs as you came down from your highs, you pulling off and plopping down beside him on the bed. A part of you thought that this was all a dream, had you actually pulled off turning Gally into a sub? You almost considered pinching yourself, until his laugh from beside you forced you back into reality. “What?” You asked with a somewhat nervous chuckle.

Gally smirked. “Mommy?” He raised an eyebrow and you instantly blushed.

“It just came out…”

“Uh huh.” He snickered before you lightly slapped his arm with a pout. “I’m not judging, thought it was kinda cute.”

You scoffed. “Cute, ha. Yeah, I’ll never say it again. Are you okay though? I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

Gally smiled, turning over on his side and giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You were perfect.”

“Did you…like it?”

He pondered for a moment, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Maybe a bit more than I thought I would. It was very different, obviously. I enjoyed that you enjoyed it, didn’t know you could be so mean.” He teased with a smirk, running a hand up and down your arm. “It was sexy.”

You smiled hopefully. “So does that mean I can dominate you more often?”

Gally rolled his eyes playfully. “Maybe on special occasions.” Then his eyes turned dark, suddenly hovering his body above you, one of his hands gripping your neck gently. “I gotta say, that little game you played this week, you know you’re gonna be paying for that, right?”

You smirked. “That’s also what I was hoping for.”

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BONK🔨BONK🔨, HORNY JAIL 💦🔫

No thoughts just Rainsmut from ghost

Don't know if this was a request or just a lovely thought but yes, the answer is yes. Wooo, had dust off the cobwebs in my brain for this one *cracks knuckles* This is fem!Reader too, hope that's okay

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), Rain is a shy boi turned soft dom boi, oral (f and m!receiving), biting, scratching, marking, blood, fluffy aftercare (more for Rain honestly even though he was the dom lmao he needs reassurance)

2.2K Words🤙🏻

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You never expected to find love in your life, not to any human, especially not to a demon. But becoming a Sister of Sin took you on a path that still manages to shock you, including how you felt towards a specific water Ghoul. 

Everyone told you that having a Ghoul as a partner could have its…difficulties. 

In the past, relationships between a Ghoul and a human would not last long, and the end usually was not pretty. You heard stories of blood, violence, and death. Some Ghouls had the tendency of getting territorial of their mates, often picking fights with other Ghouls if they even had a suspicion that one of them was interested. In rare instances, some Ghouls would even kill their mates, though not on purpose. So you would’ve had every right to be more than a little hesitant in being with a Ghoul. 

But you knew Rain wasn’t like that.

Typically, the water types were less aggressive and more reserved than the others, often keeping to themselves, staying out of trouble, and never really picking fights unless they felt threatened. But they were still demons, they still had an aura of danger surrounding them,  they could still annihilate a human if they ever felt like it. But Rain never gave you that vibe that he was even capable of such acts. He made you feel safe, comfortable. He was protective, but not in an overbearing type of way. If you were around any other Ghouls, he’d always be by your side watching over you. He was sweet, and you couldn’t see a world where he’d ever hurt you on purpose.

The two of you had been together for a few months now, but you still did nothing more than kiss. It was frustrating, and it had to have been difficult for Rain too. For some people, that contact is a need and a lack of that made you more irritable. You knew how skittish Rain could be, and you absolutely did not want to pressure him into doing anything he wasn’t ready for. But you were so desperate for his touch and you didn’t know how long you’d be able to last.

You wanted to be with Rain intimately, but you just didn’t know how to bring it up without spooking him off. You were aching and needed him now, but him being off in a touring band caused some unwanted distance between the two of you, so you were just going to have to handle it yourself like you always had to.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you removed your habit, laying on your bed with your legs slightly spread. You imagined Rain looking down on you, eyes dark and narrow behind his stage mask, a bulge prominently poking through his tight black jeans. You imagined his soft voice telling you what to do, forcing you to obey his every command. You slowly trailed your fingers down your body, running along your lace lingerie, tentatively journeying down until your fingers felt the heat that was radiating from your already sopping wet cunt, begging to be touched. 

You were a second away from reaching your aching nub until the door to your bedroom opened suddenly, a grinning Rain entering the door frame. But he quickly froze as he realized what was happening, his grin falling off his face and his eyes widening in shock as your half naked form. “Oh, fuck-! Uh, I’m sorry!” He covered his eyes and quickly closed your door, leaving you flushed and disheveled.

You put on a robe and walked out, finding Rain with his head in his hands in your living room. “Rain?” You called out softly, taking cautious steps towards him.

“I am so sorry, babe. We, the band, we got a few days off and I wanted to surprise you but…oh god.” Rain’s ears were flattened back, his tail actually tucked between his legs, coiling around his leg tightly. He sighed. “I didn’t mean to…walk in on you like that, I promise.”

You gently took a seat next to him, reaching up to lightly rub his back. “Hey, it’s okay. I mean, you did really surprise me.” You joked, smiling when he managed a nervous chuckle, his body untensing a little. “Coulda joined me, you know?” You said, in a split second decision, wondering if testing the waters was a good idea in the moment. You felt him tense up again beneath your hand, almost regretting your words until you noticed a slight bulge in his pants, not unlike the one you saw in your fantasy. “I mean, don’t you want to, with me?” You asked, feeling a little insecure.

Rain furrowed his brows and sat up more straight, taking a hold of your hand. “Of course I do, it’s just…you’re human. You can…break.” You don’t know why his choice of words made you clench, a sharp pang of desire shooting straight through your core. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Dewdrop almost killed his mate during…you know. I don’t want that to happen to you. I couldn’t live with myself.”

“You’re not Dewdrop, Rain. You’re not like that.”

“He wasn’t like that either until it happened.” He frowned.

You could’ve whined. You were so needy. You understood his apprehension. It made you nervous too, but you loved your demon and you wanted him badly. “I want you, Rain. You want me too, I know you do. But…I understand if you can’t. But there is nothing you could do to me that would make me love you any less. You could never hurt me.”

Rain inhaled sharply, his hands tightening into fists as he smelled your arousal. It could’ve driven him mad. He saw how your thighs pressed together, how your teeth nawed away at the dead skin of your lips, how anxious your expression was. You looked to be in pain, and that pained him. “If we do this…you have to promise me, if I get too rough or do anything that you don’t like, you stop me. Whatever you have to do.” He spoke seriously, his pupils dilated until you could barely see his iris’.

“Yes, Rain. Just please, touch me.” You begged, opening one of his fists and bringing the palm to cup your sex, gasping as the much needed contact. You heard him audibly inhale, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. “Feel how much I want you? Feel how wet you make me?” You whispered.

Rain growled as he surged forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, teeth grazing against each other’s and pushing your tongues to meet. You moaned in his mouth as he started playing with your clit through your underwear, the fabric practically ruined with how soaked it was. “I didn’t realize how good you smell like this, baby.” Rain purred, trying his best to maintain his composure while he pushed the robe off your shoulders. “Bedroom. Now.” He ordered, leading you to the bed hastily.

You sat on the bed with a glazed over look in your eyes, your ears perked up at the sound of Rain’s belt buckle coming unlatched, the leather sliding and making a slapping sound as he removed it and tossed it to the floor. You could feel your mouth watering as he started to unbutton his pants. “You look so gorgeous like that, sweetheart. You wanna suck my cock, hm? Your mouth is already halfway open.” You could only nod as you finally started to see the side of Rain that you’ve been dreaming of. 

Rain beckoned you to sit on the edge of the bed, removing the rest of his clothes and taking his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and watching your expression as you finally saw all of him. “Is this what you were thinking about before I came home?” He asked darkly, gently caressing the back of your head. “You touch yourself to thoughts of me?” You nodded weakly, your mouth filling with saliva as your lips finally came into contact with the head of his cock.

Rain groaned loudly as you took him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head and moaning at the taste. “Oh, sweet Lucifer…” He cursed, reaching down to unclasp your bra and to lift your chin, biting his lip at the sight. Tears in your admiring eyes, drool running down your chin and onto your tits, all for him. The view could’ve made him come right then and there. But he wanted you to feel good too.

You gasped as he tore you away from his dick, having you stand up as he sank to his knees, his own expression needy and glazed over as he ran his claws up your thighs, forcing goosebumps to form along the path. You quickly stepped out of your underwear as he pulled them down, him grabbing the back of one of your thighs to bring your leg to rest on his shoulder. Rain licked his lips as he finally saw the full glory that was your pussy, your arousal coating it and your inner thighs. He had never seen such a pretty sight. 

You let out a cry as Rain dove in, lapping up all your wetness and going to work right away. His long tongue poked and prodded at your tight entrance, undulating against your folds in such a way that you almost saw stars. “So sweet.” He growled, moving to focus on your clit, using his forked tip to rub on either side of the little nub. You tried not to scream, your legs threatening to give out just from the pure pleasure Rain was giving you. It was hard to focus on anything other than how his tongue was making you feel. But then it all came to a stop unfortunately, a loud whine escaping you as Rain rose to his feet with a shiny nose and chin. “I could do that all day.” He chuckled, but instead of doing just that, he pushed you gently to lay on the bed with your legs spread.

“Please, Rain…” You begged, arching your back so your chest could touch his, reaching out to hold onto his shoulders. “I need you.” And without warning, Rain entered you, almost immediately filling you to the brim, the head of his cock grazing your sweet spot already. “Fuck!” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his torso as he started to thrust into you.

“You feel so good.” Rain panted, a thin sheen of sweat already building on his forehead. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He whimpered, the sound driving you wild.

Rain buried his head into the crook of your neck, holding onto your shoulders with a vice grip. You felt multiple sharp stings as his claws extended, digging into the soft flesh, but Rain didn’t seem to notice, too lost in the feeling of you. It surprised you to find that you enjoyed it, the pain only amplifying the pleasure you already felt. The pain brought you closer to the peak you so desperately wanted to reach, you didn’t even notice you were clawing him right back. 

“Fuck, Rain, I’m so close!” You cried, attempting to meet his thrusts from underneath him, but Rain suddenly had a vice grip on your hips, pushing them down and pistoning into you even harder. “Oh, god-!” You threw your head back, unable to do anything but just take it, the pleasure rendering you useless.

The final straw was the new pleasurable pain you felt in the hollow of your neck, sharp fangs breaking your skin and sinking in, marking you in a way that just felt so right. It hit you like a train, knocking the breath out of your lungs, and then you let out a loud strained moan as you came around his cock. “Yes, yes, yes.” Rain whispered as his thrusts became sloppy, licking up your neck and stilling, his cum spilling inside of you as he whimpered.

You whined as Rain pulled out of you, flopping down beside you in exhaustion, a blissed out expression on his face. But his face quickly furrowed in concern, finally taking notice of the droplets of blood that slowly leaked out of your claw and bite marks. “Oh fuck, baby, I hurt you. Shit, I know this would happen. I never should have-”

“Rain, Rain!” You quickly interrupted before he had a full blown panic attack. “You didn’t hurt me, my love.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I…I liked it.” You felt your face heat up at the admission. “It felt really good.” You chuckled giddily, and Rain relaxed a little but you could still see him beating himself up about it mentally. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” His eyes lit up at that, allowing himself to smile proudly at himself.

“Really?” He asked timidly, causing you to nod with a tired grin.

“You made me feel amazing. Only you, Rain. I knew I could trust you. If I didn’t like something, I would’ve told you. I promised, remember?”

Rain pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and holding you close. “Thank you.” He whispered sleepily, happy purrs rumbling in his chest, making it very difficult to stay awake.

You gave Rain a soft kiss on his chin as he fell asleep, his comfortable hold on you and purrs lulling you to sleep right after him.

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rain is baby

Rocking The Boat - Tom Bennett

He's such a chaotic douchebag...I love him (could i come up with a more cringey title lmao)

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), slight misogyny, war wounds, inaccurate WWII terms, smoking (ew, but he makes it look hot), angst, enemies(?) to lovers, pining, Tom being a menace to society (and insecure), fingering, unprotected sex (no rubbers on a battleship, I'm afraid)

(caught in) 4K Words🤙🏻

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Being the only female on a heavy cruiser of hundreds of men, it had its hardships.

Your parents begged you not to join the Navy, but you couldn’t just sit at home doing nothing while the Nazis killed and tortured their way through Europe. You had to do something. 

Of course there wasn’t much you could do on the front lines being a woman and all, but you could help heal any man that was on your side of the war. That’s how you ended up on the Exeter as a nurse, Lord knows they needed as many as they could get.

It was strange being ogled and desired by all the men, but you knew they must have not seen a woman in a long time. You found that some men would even get injured on purpose just to see you, some you even had to beat off with a stick like a rabid dog. And there were times you regretted your decision, but you felt it would be worth it in the long run. You finally felt like you had a purpose and you felt good knowing you were on the right side of the war. But the one thing, well, person, that really got on your nerves was Tom.

Tom was different, in a way that he managed to get on your nerves more than others. Somehow. Just something about his attitude and how he went about his life on the ship. It’s like he didn’t even want to be there, just wanting to stir up trouble. He picked so many fights, he was actually one of the first to come to see you for that exact reason when you boarded the ship.

He seemed shocked to see a woman on the ship, but also intrigued. Mostly intrigued.

He had a busted lip and bloody knuckles and you had a hard time keeping in your disapproval for the infighting. “Problem, miss?” Tom spoke up, a smirk already playing at his lips as he watched you clean up his wounds intently.

You shook your head, avoiding his eyes. “No problem here, sir. Just find it a bit counterproductive to pick a fight with someone on the same side as you.”

“Counterproductive.” He scoffed, curling his top lip in a sneer. “Then maybe that bloke should’ve kept his mouth shut about my canary.”

“You picked a fight just because of a bird?”

“Maybe.”

After that day, Tom kept coming back, not even because of the fights sometimes. Most of the time he liked to see what you were up to, knowing damn well you were always busy helping other sailors with their injuries or illnesses. He didn’t care about that, he only wanted to distract and annoy you. And it almost always worked. Maybe it was because you were a woman and he saw you as an easy target, someone to toy with other than his fellow sailors. There were more than a few times he had you flustered, and it bothered you to no end, mostly because he was actually affecting you.

“What’s a woman like you doing in a place like this, hm?” Tom teased, leaning against the counter you were working at.

You shrugged. “Just doing my part, like the rest of you.”

“My sister went off to sing for the men, to liven their spirits and the like. What about you? You gonna liven up my spirits too? Although, you don’t necessarily have to sing to do that.” He smirked, but that only made you scoff, attempting to fight off an oncoming blush to your cheeks.

“Your charm won’t work on me, Mr. Bennett.”

He smiled, almost genuinely. “Oh, so you think I’m charming?”

You rolled your eyes. “I think you know damn well that you are.”

It was like this almost everyday, always around the same time. He must’ve been on a break or something at those times because it was like clockwork. You started to get excited whenever that specific time came around because you knew that meant that handsome bastard would be coming to annoy you in his special way. It gave you something to think about other than gruesome wounds you had to treat sometimes, or the fact that there was always a possibility that you could die. 

But just before you could get in your own head about that, in the corner of your eye, you saw Tom leaning against the doorframe to your nurse’s office. “You just going to stand there all day, sailor?” You teased as you cleaned some of your equipment.

Tom shrugged with a smirk, smoking a cigarette as he watched you. “I wish. I’ve got a nice view.”

“Thank you for your prompt visit, Mr. Bennett. Now leave me be, I have to make sure I’m not distracted whenever another sailor comes in.”

“You do know that some of the men are getting hurt on purpose just to see you, right?”

“Maybe.”  He hummed in disapproval, but you only smirked. “It’s not like you don’t do the exact same thing, Mr. Bennett. You are an arsehole but I never took you for a hypocrite.”

Tom scowled. “Yeah, well, I’m not like any one of these bastards. They think they actually have a chance with you when they clearly don’t.”

“Oh, and you think you do?” You cross your arms with a scowl resembling his.

“I know I do.” He replied, making you scoff in annoyance. “I see the way you look at me. How you look me up and down, how you can barely keep eye contact with me.” You freeze in place when Tom takes a few steps closer to you, feeling his body heat radiate off of him and onto you. “How your body tenses up when I get close.” You quickly look away from him with a frown, but he places his fingers underneath your chin and gently forces you to look back at him. “There’s no need to feel ashamed, miss. Your body knows what it wants…what it needs.” You allow your eyes to slowly shut as Tom leans in, feeling his breath on your lips. “See how your body responds to me when I’m not even doing anything?” He chuckled lowly.

You lightly gasped as Tom pulled away suddenly, the warmth of his body and hands leaving too soon. “What?”

Tom smirked proudly as he went to walk out of your office. “Have to go perform my sailor duties, miss.” He said with a wink.

You exhaled shakily as you were left entirely flustered, a deep scowl coming to your face as he did that to you and just left like that. He was only toying with you, that bastard. Ha, well, you’re not likely to fall for that again. No way.

Turns out, you didn’t have to worry about Tom flustering you again because after that day, you never saw him. He was avoiding you, for some reason. You didn’t think you would ever understand him. He was sending you so many mixed signals and it was confusing the hell out of you. You did find him incredibly attractive, but his personality left something to be desired. You didn’t think you could actually be with a person like him, but you couldn’t possibly know what the future held.

It was only a week later before Tom visited you again. It was at a late hour, when most of the crew would be asleep. But you were up late, studying a book of rare illnesses just in case, you always found you’d rather be safe than sorry. You were so buried in the pages you didn’t even notice Tom staring at you, the smell of his cigarette alerting you that you weren’t alone. “Shouldn’t you be asleep, Mr. Bennett?” You asked, only glancing up at him for half a second.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He entered your office, closing the door behind him, taking a seat on your desk.

“Do you have an injury that needs tending to, Mr. Bennett?”

“No.”

“Then would you kindly leave my office?” You stood up from your seat, marking your place in the book and putting it back on a shelf behind you.

You could hear the man let out a short chuckle from behind you. “Giving me the cold shoulder, eh?”

You frowned as you turned back around to face him, the sight of him resting one leg on your desk with flicking his cigarette ash in a pile on your once clean table surface irking you. “If my memory serves me correctly, it’s you who’s been giving me cold shoulders this past week?” You snarked, but that only made him smirk, which annoyed you even further.

“Been keeping track, have ya?”

You rolled your eyes. “I suggest you leave, Mr. Bennett. Sleep. You need your rest. Who knows, maybe we’ll be bombed tomorrow and you’ll be too sleepy to defend yourself.”

“That a threat, miss?”

“Like I said, just a suggestion. Nothing more.”

Tom put out the end of his cigarette on the desk, standing up and stepping closer to you as you stepped back, only to find yourself against the wall with nowhere to go. He looked you up and down with his signature smirk. “So, it’s not an order then?” You flinched when Tom ran his pointer finger along your jawline, his expression softening slightly. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Not unless you ask.” You exhaled shakily as he gently lifted up your chin, his breath on your lips making your eyelids droop. “Just say the word, and I’ll go.”

“Is that what you want?” You whispered. “To run away, like last time? You gonna run away from me, Tom?”

Tom’s expression hardened at your words before closing the gap between each other's lips, kissing you rough and hard, not even giving you enough time to gasp at the sudden action. You felt lightheaded and weightless as he pulled you to him by your hips, kissing you with a bruising force that made you wince. He pulled away briefly to look into your eyes, almost hoping to see some semblance of hatred or fear in them, but he only found a dark lust, definitely resembling his.

You were breathless as he turned you around and pushed you up against your desk, helping you sit up on the wooden surface. He drove his knee in between your legs, forcing them apart and promptly maneuvering his hand up your skirt and into your undergarments. You gasped loudly as he found your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he sloppily kissed down your neck. He inserted two of his long fingers inside you as he frantically undid the buttons on your top, almost breaking some off. He roughly tore down your brassiere, groaning at the sight of your breasts finally coming free. You whined and squirmed as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace, not stopping even when he went to unbutton his trousers, but you helped him with that, almost just as desperate to feel him inside you as he was.

Without warning, he removed his fingers only to immediately replace them with his cock. He filled you to the brim in one fluid motion, the two of you moaning loudly in unison. He rested his forehead against yours, each other’s panting breaths intermingling as he stilled inside you, allowing you a moment to relax before he started thrusting languidly. You could feel every inch of him as he stretched you out, over and over again with each rut of his hips. He kept an intense eye contact with you, studying your face every time he bottomed out, committing to memory every pleasurable facial expression you made any time he hit that special spot inside of you, making sure to angle his hips that way each time.

It was almost too much, the eye contact. You tried to look away briefly a couple times, but he kept you looking at him with a firm grip on your jaw, so firm it was painful. But his cock was making you feel so good you had to focus on the pain to really feel it. “Fuck…” Tom moaned, picking up the pace, the desk squeaking loudly every time he thrusted harshly, all your writing utensils and other miscellaneous items falling over on the floor that you’d have to pick up later. He brought his hand down to rub his thumb on your throbbing clit, his eyebrows furrowing tightly as you moaned his name. “Yeah, that’s it. Keep clenching around me. Soak my cock with that pretty pussy of yours.”

His heavy accented words went straight to your core, adding to the already all-consuming buildup of pleasure in your body. Tears came to your eyes as he sped up his ministrations, his thumb on your clit and his cock pistoning in and out of your sopping cunt. “Oh god, ‘m gonna come.” You whimpered breathlessly, unable to catch your breath, almost feeling like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” Tom groaned loudly as he felt you pulse around him, finding your release and digging your nails into his shoulders as you rode it out on his cock. He watched as you arched your back and your head thrown back in pleasure, spasming around him with little to no care for how you might’ve looked in this state of euphoria. This sight is what finally pushed him over the edge along with you, thrusting into you as fast as possible until he pulled out just in time to shoot him cum all over your pussy, watching the milky white liquid dripping down into your wet folds and creating a small puddle underneath you on the desk. It was a fucking Renaissance painting, more beautiful than whatever Da Vinci or Michelangelo could ever paint.

It was a moment of pure exhausted bliss, bathing in the afterglow and feeling like nothing could touch either of you. But that all came to an end once Tom saw the loving smile on your face, leaning forwards to kiss him, but only to be disappointed when he turned his face so you could only kiss his cheek. “Tom?” Your sweet voice seemed to bring him back to the real world. He blinked in shock, quickly avoiding eye contact and stuffing himself back into his pants, making a break for the door before you could say another word, leaving you flustered and confused once again.

What went wrong? Did he think you were bad at sex? You hadn’t gotten any complaints before. Maybe he thought he was bad at sex? But no, he was too arrogant and full of himself to think he was bad at anything. Maybe he was just toying with you as he had done before, but you didn’t think he’d take it that far. You felt empty, not just physically, you had given a piece of yourself to Tom now and he didn’t even seem to appreciate it. He left you with an aching heart and his cum between your legs.

He didn’t know why he did it. His first instinct was to run. That’s what he does now, run away from everything. From his father, his sister, his jail time, his home. Now you. Why must he run from everything in his life? Even from someone as good as you? Maybe that’s why, because you were. Good. And Tom? He knew he didn’t deserve you, but that didn’t make him want you any less. He has always been selfish, he knew that. He was selfish to take you, give you a false sense of hope that he cared for you and wanted you any more than a quick fuck. He didn’t really care for you, right? That’s what he told himself. That’s what he told himself every time he saw you, as you worked or cared for the injured crew with that sweet smile on your face. That’s what he told himself whenever he felt a pang of anger and jealousy whenever you would show any other man attention. That’s what he told himself when he touched himself to the thought of you. That’s what he told himself when he felt the need to hold you in his arms after he ravaged you that night.

Tom briefly saw the hurt look in your eyes as he ran from you, slapping himself once he reached his quarters. Idiot, he told himself, idiot, idiot, idiot. He told you himself that he wasn’t going to hurt you, and yet…

You didn’t talk to him at all after that. You saw him throughout the ship every day, but the look on your face told him to stay the fuck away whenever he made eye contact with you. He wanted to talk to you, but he wasn’t that stupid that he’d willingly go into the lion’s den. Though, he knew he’d have to face your wrath eventually. He thought he’d give it a couple weeks, to let you calm down so you didn’t knee him in the balls, though, he knew he would deserve it. But unfortunately, he was never given that chance.

Everyone on the ship froze as the sirens went off, the lights turning red as they were alerted that their other ships had been sunk by the enemies. They were determined that they weren’t going to be next. Tom saw you run about, gathering your med kit and making sure to go wherever you were needed as all hell broke loose. Your face looked calm, driven. He found himself admiring you in that moment as he felt his chest freeze up in a panic, but beneath the surface you were feeling the exact same thing. You both made eye contact with each other for a second, but that’s all the time that was needed to express to each other what you each wanted to say aloud: Be safe.

Tom tried to focus all his attention on loading the cannons to fire back at the enemy, until a blast shook the entire ship. He heard screams, and felt a sudden heat from above. Tom looked up, and as the ceiling filled with fire, he had one singular thought as he felt the flames travel down quickly: you.

Even when he was knocked out from the blast, the first thought when he came to was about you, if you were okay. Where had you been during the blasts? Were you hurt? Were you dead? He tried not to think about it as he cut off the circulation to one of his fellow crewmates. “We’re gonna need a medic down here, sir!” He shouted up to one of his officers.

“The medics are in worse shape, blown to bits or wishing they were at the moment.”

Tom froze, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. Ignoring the howling screams of the man who had lost an arm, he stood up and faced his officer. “What about Miss L/n?” He asked lowly, only to get no response. He scowled, surprisingly himself and his commanding officer as he shoved the man against the wall, getting right up in his face. “What about Y/n?!” He yelled, making the man flinch.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” He pleaded, ripping Tom’s hands away from where they held on tightly to his uniform. He let him, unmoving, frozen in shock and dread. He closed his eyes. Please, don’t be dead…please, don’t be dead…

After he helped the injured he found or anything else he was ordered to do, he quickly made his way down to where the injured people were and he was praying the whole walk there that you’d be there helping other people and not the one being helped. He never saw your dead body, so that was a good sign.

He took a deep breath as he pushed open the door to the injured wing.

A wave of pure relief washed over Tom’s whole body as he saw you resting in a cot, a large bandage over your arm and neck. He could see the faintest burn marks traveling up past the white cloth. You didn’t look well, but you were alive and awake. He almost chose not to disturb you, he was afraid you’d yell at him to leave as soon as you laid eyes on him. But he needed to talk to you, at least once, just to make sure you were okay. Even just to receive your cold shoulder.

“You’ve seen better days.” He teased cautiously as he approached you, also relieved that you didn’t look at him in disgust like you had once before. He could take a breath, finally.

A pang of fear and panic washed over you as you saw him, looking him up and down, wincing at his ash, dust, and blood covered skin. “So have you, sailor.” You smiled weakly, a chuckle escaping your throat before it sent you into a fit of coughs, waving him off as his expression turned into worry. “I’m alright, just some burns. Nothing I can’t handle.”

He hesitated. “I’m…glad.”

You couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “Oh, so you care about me now, huh?”

Tom nodded with a frown, knowing he must’ve deserved that. “I shouldn’t have run away that night. You have every right to be angry with me. I know that. I was just…scared.”

“Scared?” You questioned, and he nodded once more. “Of what? Me?”

“Yes.” He whispered. “And of me. That night, I felt…” He could barely get the words out, it was so foreign to him to be vulnerable. But if he wanted to keep you in any capacity, he’d have to get over himself. “I felt something I’ve never felt before.”

“Coming?” You joked halfheartedly, your chest blooming with warmth as he chuckled in annoyance, showing his adorable crooked smile.

“No.” He huffed in amusement, struggling to keep eye contact with you, your gaze so intense and never wavering from him. “Look, I…” He sighed, “I’m not the type to…fall for someone. That’s not me, that’s never been me, and yet…”

“And yet?” You asked hopefully.

Tom rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna make me say it, are you?” He smiled as you giggled. “I have. I’ve fallen, despite my best efforts. I know I’ve hurt you, and I can’t promise I won’t do it again. I can’t promise to be a good partner, can’t even promise to remember your birthday or bring you flowers every day or anything of the sort, or even to stay alive during this bloody war. But I do want you. I do.” He leaned in close, his lips next to your ear. “And it’s not just because your pussy’s the finest thing I’ve ever felt.” He whispered, causing you to smack his chest as he laughed, happy to see that he could still make you blush like a teenage schoolgirl. “Do you believe me?”

You sighed, causing him to frown, his eyes stared up at you like a kicked puppy. “You did hurt me, Tom. I didn’t understand. And even being hurt…I do.”

He furrowed his brows in confusion. “What’re you saying?”

You smirked softly. “You’re gonna make me say it, huh?” You chuckled. “I believe you, Tom. And I do want you. Though, I also can’t promise I’ll be a good partner either.”

Tom smiled as he shook his head. “I’ll have you in any way that I can.” He almost leaned in to kiss you but stopped himself. “I’d absolutely devour you right now but I don’t think everyone here would take too kindly to that. Plus, I want you all to myself.”

“And I’d rather not irritate my burns.” You added, pulling at the ends of the bandage on your arm.

Tom settled beside you, sitting on the edge of your small cot, holding your hand in his. “Well, let’s win this bloody war, and then maybe we can live out the rest of our days on a farm with eleven goats or something.” Tom chuckled, kissing your knuckles.

You giggled. “Yeah, let’s win this war.”

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i demand more Tom fics pretty please🥺

Would you ever write more for Tom Bennett? Your fic reminded me of how much I like military men at least the fictional kind 😂 it was so good along with your other Ewan stuff. Reader has my personality I love it!

Oh absolutely I would, that man has my heart right now and it's not gonna stop anytime soon I reckon. He's the only military man I am allowing myself to simp for😂

thanks for enjoying my stuff💕💕💕