Elliot x Reader x Shane Angst.
Sensitve (smut)
Yandere Kirishima finding escaped Reader
Elliott x GN Farmer
Mentions of divorce, fear of loss, self loathing.
Elliott and you have been fighting and you worry divorce is on the horizon.
(gif not mine)
You don't really know how it started, but for the last two weeks you and Elliott have been at each other's throats. The littlest things set you off and then it sets him off, thankfully you're both able to not fight in front of your two year old son Charles.
Finally it got to point to where you two hardly spoke and that part made it feel like it was worse. That when you weren't fighting that your relationship was coming to a close, so he'd pick out little things to fight about with you just to hear you talk.
Of course you two have tried to talk to each other like adults but it just seemed like nothing was working. You spent more hours away from home, he spent nights away from home.
Your home that was once filled with laughter now filled with tension that even your son could sense.
That night after you two had out your son to bed he looked at you both very sadly and said:
"Are you still mad at daddy?"
Elliott sent you a concerned look and you returned it before looking at your son.
"Sometimes," you say softly. "Your Daddy and I fight because we don't always agree with each other, but it doesn't mean we don't love you or that we're mad at you."
"Precisely." Elliott said, "You have nothing to worry about Charlie."
"Ok." Charlie said before laying back into bed. "Story time?"
"We just had story time." You say with a smile
"I was't listen so you have to dood it again."
Charlie fell asleep midway through the story, neither you or Elliott moved away from him though. The story was about a witch who made friends with a turtle who wouldn't come out of his shell and at the end the witch kissed the turtle who became a prince and they got married.
Neither of you really knew what to say when the story was over so you went to bed early. The hours grew in the long silence with nothing but the wind in the trees.
Neither you or Elliott could sleep, the fight from earlier still staining your heart. Silently you gather your pillow and a spare blanket on the bed, trying to slip out of the room. You go to get off the bed when a gentle hand clasps your wrist.
"(y/n)," Elliott says softly, his words cracking like he's going to cry, "Please don't go. Please stay."
You crawl back into bed unable to deny his broken voice, once you're under the covers again, he pulls you close to him and you finally drift to sleep.
The next morning after you finished your chores on the sunny Tuesday, you go try and talk to the other married couples in town, Elliott went out with Charles to Willy's, not leaving a note as he suspected he would be home tonight before you.
"I just feel like we're gonna be over." You said in a small voice to Jodi, Robin, and Kent.
"I don't know what to do, if we're not fighting then we're not talking and that's what hurts the most."
"What about couples therapy?" Robin suggested. "Have you two looked in on it?"
You nod, your eyes swelling with tears again:
"I haven't called yet but I'm terrified that it isn't going to fix us."
Kent and Jodi looked over at each other before he sighed and pulled out an old notebook.
"I made this a few years ago." He said handing it to you.
"Jodi and I...We weren't doing so great but this is a list of everything that worked for us. Until you can get into therapy, try it."
You nod and give the older man a hug.
"Ok ladies!" Caroline says coming into the living room, you turn your heads and see the cardio group come in for their weekly session.
You thank the others before you leave to go home and Kent leaves to talk to Pierre.
You feel lighter as you walk past the bus station, passing Pam as she heads home for the day.
"Hey kid," she says, "Saw Elliott leaving earlier, not sure if he's back yet."
Your heart plummets in your chest, you take a breath in an effort to control your voice to remain even.
"Did he say where he was going?" You ask
Pam shakes her head:
"Nah, but he had a lot of stuff with him."
You run back to your house and find it completely empty, your pet perks up from their place in the couch then sinks back down to rest.
Panic swirls in your chest.
"Elliott?!" You call out, "Charlie?"
No answer, you head upstairs and can't find any of the suitcases, and Charlie's favorite toy is gone the only thing left on his big boy bed is his baby blanket your dad made.
He's left you.
The realization hits you like a truck, he's left you and taken your son.
You knew he couldn't have left the valley, Pam at least would've told you that but there was no denying it now. It was over between you two.
Maybe you deserved to be left, maybe you were that bad of a parent, maybe you were too broken but you warned him what you were too broken to be loved and he still took a chance on you and you blew it.
Mutely you grab your sons' blanket and press it to your nose, tears dropping down from your eyes as you walk back to your shared bedroom, you slunk down to the floor on his side of the bed and start to sob.
Sobs that ring through your chest and crush your heart, some of them don't even have a sound and eventually it turns into a screaming cry.
Elliott is walking back from Willy's without Charlie, he left his son with his adopted grandfather wanting to truly try and fix things tonight. As he came up on the steps of the house he heard your cries through the door and fear gripped his soul.
"(y)n)?!" Elliott yelled bursting open the door, he ran up the stairs past your still unbothered pet straight into your room.
"(y/n)!?" He said kneeling beside you.
You launched yourself into Elliot clinging to him.
"Where's our baby?" You said between cries.
"Willy's." Elliott says cradling your body against his.
"I wanted to spend time with just us tonight."
That calms you down, you slow your breathing until your left with nothing but snivles.
"My heart what happened?" Elliott said carefully loosening his hold.
"I-I thought you left me." You sniffle out.
Elliott's eyes full with tears as he pulls you back in.
"No." He says, "I could never (y/n), never."
"I don't want to lose you." You sob into his shoulder.
"I know we've been fighting but I can't do it Elliott, I've loved you since you showed me your pocket crab and I knew I'd love you in every life after this, you're everything to me, my soul, my heart, I can hardly stand being away from you and Charlie for so long."
Elliott pulls you away and presses kisses against the left side of your face until all of the tears have been either picked up from his lips or dried against your skin.
"I refuse to love anyone else as intensely as I do you, I am empty without you, I need you feel the blood in my veins, to feel truly alive. When we die I will be buried beside you, I'd have our ashes mixed and buried beneath a pomegranate tree. If you feel as intensely as I do for us, for our story then I will fight for us until the very end. You are my partner, and I will choose you no matter how broken you claim to be. I love every single piece of you. Oh (y/n)," Elliott says the tears falling freely from his cheeks.
"I can never express how horrible I feel my actions have been."
"it's not just you." You tell him. "I haven't been helping the situation."
"We're going to couples counseling." You state, "Kent gave me a book him and Jodi made when they were in a rough patch and we're trying everything in it until we're horribly in love again."
Elliott nods and kisses your lips, the kiss is gentle but needy, like he's begging you to stay longer in the moment, stay with you for just a little longer.
You both will look over the book in the morning but that night is spent showing each other how you remember each crevice, each stretch mark and each sensitive part of your skins.
In the morning, you get up first and make both of you some breakfast, then once it's done you take it up to your still sleeping husband and wake him wip soft kisses pressed against his jawline.
"My muse." He grumbles out, his voice still laced with sleep. "I wish for our son to come home tonight but your spoiling is making it hard to not call his grandfather and request another night."
"We have all day." You whisper against his ear. "By then we'll be ready to have him home."
You call the Couples therapist and get an appointment for next month, you look through Kent's notebook with Elliott, he writes down his own suggestions while you both make a copy in case anything should happen to the original.
The rest of the day is spent doing most of the intimate activities and chores. By the time it hits sundown and Willy comes to your home with Charlie you're both ready for him.
The toddler is set down on the porch by his grandfather, he sees his malewife daddy first and runs to him, your husband picks him up and swings him around the sound of their laughter filling you with happiness but also a fighting spirit.
You're going to fight with everything you have to save this.
Y'all think that Harvey makes sure that all the sexually active sdv characters get condoms and lube from him? Like big on making sure everyone knows safe sex?
Like even if they come in totally nervous and embarrassed?
"Jodi trust me it's safer to make sure Sam has condoms around that he thinks he's stealing versus him contracting and STD."
"Yes Alex using too much Lube is better than no lube and water isn't a substitute."
Elliott is always so well dressed in suits that covers him that anything more than an ankle showing turns my eyes into saucers, fully blown out, perhaps it could competing with the moon, He’s so handsome that anything more than what I am used to seeing him will explode me (real)!
REAL!!! SEEN!!!!
Just a tad bit of exposed ankle! Pants riding up and showing his sock's partial display sends my neurons into overdrive!! My heart flutters at the thought.
Me when elliott rolls up a sleeve🤩🤩🤩
Elliott offering the farmer a glimpse of his wrist every time he pours them tea or coffee!!!!
One of his buttons coming undone treating us with a bit of collarbone action 😩🙏🏼
This man's got us all swooning over the idea of seeing his knees
A week passes by and you still haven't told Darry what happened, the amount of Socs even looking at Greasers to start something has gone down, to them it's a miracle.
Finally, at the end of the third week you know you have to tell Darry before Dally or Tim does. You wish you knew how he was going to react but you're trying to be prepared for anything.
You get off from work when Darry has a day off, once you get to the house, Pony, Dally, and Darry are at the table talking.
Your heart goes to your throat as you set your things down by the door, all eyes are on you.
"Darry," you say. "Can we talk?"
He looks at you nervously for a moment and then nods, he follows you out to the porch and you lead him to your car and sit with him in the side of the street.
"Listen, I did something really bad and you're going to think I'm crazy or maybe even break up with me but you deserve to know."
"Ok.." he says
So you tell him, you tell him your plan, that you did it because you were tired of being scared, tired of seeing the boys come home bloody and bruised, and tied that they took on one person with more than half the people needed, but you also tell him you're not sorry, you don't regret it.
He's really quiet for a long time, you sit there nervously twiddling your thumbs, pressing your palms to your work uniform.
"I figured you were doing something..."Darry said, "Pony said you asked about the plate and who they were but...I never could've thought.."
"I know." You say, "I understand if you can't be with me anymore but I don't regret it Darry. I'm so tired of them hurting you all."
"I can't be mad." He says, "Because I'd do the same for you.."
"But you're horrified by it?" You ask.
"No," Darry says grabbing your hand. "Just amazed."
He looks at you and pulls you close, you hold onto him tightly.
"I am mad you put yourself at risk though and that you didn't tell me sooner."
"I know." You say quietly, "I wanted to let you heal up just in case you pulled a stitch or something."
"You still should've told me."
"I know but I'm not sorry."
He nods and squeezes your hand.
"Don't do that again without me though ok?"
You nod into the hug.
"I mean it." He says pulling away. "We do things together."
You hold out a pinkie and he grabs it with his pinkie, you smile at him and kiss his lips.
"You're absolutely incredible." He says.
"Aww." You say taking your hand back. "You're not too bad yourself."
You jump out of your car before Darry can grab you, he chases you out of the car and grabs you as your running back up to the house. With his hands around your waist he lifts you up and you laugh as he spins you around.
When he sets you down, Pony and Dally come out of the house.
"You tell him?" Dally asks.
"Sure did." You say.
"He pissed?" He asks.
"At you two for not telling me sooner and for you letting her do that type of shit."
"She'd have done it without me," Dally says, "And I know full and damn well she'd do it again for any of us."
"Do what?" Pony asks.
"I'll tell you later." Darry says, "And I know she would but damnit you two could've been hurt, I ain't worth that."
The three people stare at him in confusion.
"Darry," you say, "Not worth it? You're worth everything to us. If they'd killed you, I don't think that side of town would be left standing."
"You're worth everything to all of us. You're loved so much more than you know."
"Exactly." Dally said, "You'd do the same for us, so don't be pissy cause we're doin it for you."
Darry stands there for a moment looking at the three of you before nodding. He gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek, rubs Pony's head and Dally's head before going inside.
Alex x GN Farmer
It was a warm fall day, Alex, his grandparents, and you were outside fixing up the house for winter.
The gutters needed cleaned and there was a side of the house that could use a fresh coat of paint, and of course the leaves were everywhere.
You four were enjoying this time because this time by next year Alex would be going pro and instead of being by your side he'd be on the television.
Kent and Elliott had stopped by not too long after the work began and felt obligated to help out. Elliott was talking with Evelyn stuffing the leaves into garbage bags that looked like jack-o-lanterns.
Alex climbed down the ladder that Kent was holding and stopped to watch for a second as you painted the side of the house, he let out a low whistle.
"Think I'm refreshed."
You looked over at him and laughed, he hopped down the ladder and came up behind you and held you close.
"Five minutes break!" He called out.
"No way." You said trying to squirm away, "I'm almost done."
While you squirmed the brush slipped from your hands causing it to swing and smear some paint into Alexs' hand, you both looked at it for a moment before Alex wiped the paint on your cheek.
You gasped and he let you go just in time for you to chase him around the house with the brush.
Evelyn watched you two fondly as George yelled out to you both;
"Don't go spilling all that paint!"
The fun was cut short when a man stepped towards the house recognizing the two elders.
"Alex?" A voice called out.
Alex froze as he came around the house, he put his hand out to stop you from going further as if it was going to protect you from the sight unfolding in front of you.
A man stepped into view, he looked completely unfamiliar the only few things that may have looked somewhat familiar to you was maybe his nose and hair.
You gripped Alex's dark skinned hand and he squeezed yours in return.
"Who are you?" Kent questioned crossing his arms.
"Alex?" The man called again completely ignoring Kent. Evelyn placed a hand on her heart and went to stand beside her grandson. Elliott stood in front of you both to stop the man from getting any closer.
"Get the Hell out of this town!" George growled out. "Yer not welcomed here!"
"I have a right to see my son Mullner." The man growled out.
"I'm not your son." Alex said barley above a whisper.
"Look at you!" The man said standing just foot back from punching distance. "I saw your name in the Grid Ball line up and then when I looked it up to make sure it was you I saw you got married!"
Alex pushed you behind him like it was going to hide you. Gently you push Alexs' hand away and step forward.
"Your Alex's sperm donor?" You ask sweetly.
The man is taken aback by the term it give you time to continue.
"I didn't know it was national deadbeat day? Who knew that you folk like to show up out of nowhere and spread your bullshit? Now I've got three bombs on me (freshly made), and Kent and I both are armed so get off of the Mullners property before I bust them out."
Kent lets out a snort behind the man who is starring at you completely offended.
"Are-Are you going to let them talk to me like this?!" The man says starring at Alex. "Your own father?!"
"Alex is more of any man's son here than yours." Elliott said sharply. "Now from what I'm guessing you're only here because Alex is finally accomplishing his dreams, no thanks to you, so you're here to mooch off of his success. If you wanted to become his father you would've called long before this."
"Who the fuck is this dweeb?!" The man said to Elliott.
"This dweeb is one of the men who's had the privilege of being a father figure to Alex! Who's gotten to see him graduate, help him with homework, and each and everyone of us in this town showed up for at least one of his games! Now I suggest you go find one of your many other children thst you may have accidentally drunkenly conceived before we pull out our weapons."
Alex's biological father looked like he was going to explode with rage;
"IM HIS FATHER YOU FA-"
"You're not my fucking father!" Alex yells stepping beside you. "You left my mom and didn't even bother to show up for her fucking funeral! You're nothing but a trashy deadbeat and I know my partner's waiting for me to give the word to drop kick you to China. So what the hell do you want?"
"Son-" the man begins but stops when he sees Alex's stare. "Alex. I...I'm sorry I figured we should get to know each other. You're going pro now and you're gonna need your family behind you."
You and Alex look at each other with a knowing look before you pull out your sword from it's sheath.
"Get out." Kent says, the sound of a gun loading is all the man needs before high-tailing it away back to the bus stop.
You turn to your in-laws and promise to finish up tomorrow, Kent and Elliott nod and start to clean up for you while you take Alex home.
He's quiet for a while, until he gets back to the house and uses your axe, mumbling something about trees needing to be cleared.
You fix the both of you a cold drink before going outside to sit with him.
His shirt's off now, thrown on the bench, he's cursing as he shows the pine tree he's cutting down absolutely no mercy. It doesn't take long for it to fall and when it does Alex stands there panting, carefully you wrap your arms around him.
Alex releases a shuddering breath and turns to you, burying his head into your neck and starts to cry. Gut wrenching sons that sound so quiet it's most likely he's used to making them that small. Your arms wrap around him tighter as continues to cry, when he's finished you two sit on the bench and he drinks what you've brought out to him.
"You know," you say softly. "I think if Kent and I worked together, we could make a rocket to actually send him to China."
Alex laughs and interlocks your fingers together, he brings your hand to his lips.
"I love you." He says in a dry voice. "I swear when we have kids I'll never do that to you, I'll never leave I swear."
"Aw man that means I'm stuck with you for life?" You say in a sarcastic voice.
Alex looks over and sees your face split into a smile. He pulls you over into a fight hug and says; "Yup."
Looking up at him you place a peck on his lips.
"For life." He says.
"Promise?" You ask.
"Promise." He says.
Shit. Shit. SHIT.
You looked at the pregnancy test on the sink, the two little lines indicating a whole new world of bullshit. Five months ago you and Elliott had gotten divorced, his obsessive behavior finally becoming too much for you but now...now what you wouldn't give to have him here at least to comfort you.
Three months ago you and him were at the Saloon and you both had one too many drinks and one thing led to another and in the morning you had a familiar ache between your legs and enough energy to run out of his cabin without looking back.
Looking at one of the tests you put one in your pocket and take a deep breath, he's got to know. You have to tell him, you have to tell him a lot of things.
You go outside in the pouring rain, the flag to your letterbox is up, you open it and see a letter from Elliott asking you to come to the beach.
You feel sick to your stomach, so many horrible possibilities run through your brain. You two haven't spoken since that night and you've heard from Leah that he wasn't doing so great, her and Willy keeping an extra sharp eye on him. It made your stomach churn, fear that you'd miss your chance to tell him.
Shoving the thoughts down you decide what must be done, you turn towards your house to grab a jacket finding it locked. You curse, Elliott most likely still has his key. Hopefully you can catch him on time.
By the time you make it to the beach, Elliott's standing in the dock, he looks weakened like he hasn't been taking care of himself, the bags under his eyes are deep and prominent, the he looks thinned out, his muscles looked weak, even his hair looked greasy.
"Elliott?" You call out coming closer to him, you're shivering and when he turns to you he notices.
"What are you doing without a coat?!" Elliott says rushing to meet you in the middle of the dock, he throws off his jacket and puts it in you.
"I locked myself out.." you admit shamefully.
Elliott sighs and pulls out his house key from a chain around his neck, with it his wedding ring.
You don't want him to take it off, it physically pains you to see the chain come off and fall into your hand.
The cold metal of your ring presses against your chest and reminds you that you two are more alike than you think.
"Why did you want to meet here?" You ask clutching the necklace tightly.
Elliott's quiet for a moment, then he walks towards the edge of the dock and speaks:
"Remember the last time we were out at sea? I spent a long time thinking about it after finishing my novel..."
You did, you remembered the entire moment like it just happened and you loved every moment of it.
"I always knew things wouldn't end well between us and deep down I always knew I'd never see the day I'd grow old."
Cold fills your veins, dread fills your heart. You reach forward and hesitate to grab his hand, to pull him off the dock and into his home.
"As it turns out not only are the unsuccessful but the unfortunate are afraid of death.."
"Elliott.." you say.
He turns and smiles at you, he lets out a small chuckle and says;
"Don't worry I'm not going to die I'll probably come back as a fish or something.."
Without thinking you throw yourself at his back wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms over his chest, he stumbled backwards.
"WILLY!" You scream out, hoping that he hears you.
"(y/n)!" Elliott almost yells at you. "Let me go!"
"No!" You scream out. "WILLY GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!"
Thunder roars and Elliott moves swings you around trying to get you off of him.
"If you go, you're going to take the two of us with you!"
Elliott pauses, your weight is doing more to him than you think, without thinking he reaches behind him and presses a hand to your unusually firm stomach.
You're starting to cry the rain thankfully mixing your tears. Finally the door to Willy's place opens and he sees you two.
"HELP ME GET HIM OFF THE DOCK!" You yell.
Willy understands what's happening immediately, and rush to help you. You hop off his back and Willy helps you take Elliott back to his house. He doesn't fight you two.
You three enter and Elliott goes on his bed and sits there unable to look at either of you.
"Keep him inside." Willy says, "I'll go get Harvey."
You nod and sit with him.
For a moment the only sound you two hear is the rain hitting the ceiling, the smell of the rain and sea mixing together in the house.
"You didn't mean Willy up there." Elliott says softly.
"No.." you say, "I didn't.."
"Are you pregnant?" He asks looking over at you, his eyes are red and he looks so broken.
You nod and start to tear up. For a moment he's quiet, and then he looks over and with humor in his voice he asks;
"Is it mine?"
You grab his pillow and make a swing at him, he smiles and puts a hand up to deflect the hit.
"Asshole!" You grunt out, Elliott grabs the pillow and you two struggle with it before the both of you are hanging onto it tightly, you're glaring at him but he's got happy tears going down his face.
"I know I'm just joking."
You let go of the pillow and he puts it beside him.
"I'm keeping it." You state, "I know you don't want to stay but...but if you did and if you wanted to know them..you're more than welcome to."
"I'm gonna be a dad." He breathes out.
"Ellie..." You say, "You can't try and leave like that again..please I can't..I can't- they won't understand and I'd..I'd miss you too much."
"You'd miss me?" He scoffs.
"I wasnt that drunk." You say the tears come easily.
"I miss you, I know how you can get but if we can work together on it so you don't keep me in bed rest just because you're jealous..."
Elliott winced, he isn't proud of his past actions.
"Then I'd welcome you back.."
"Ok." Elliott states, "I'll work on it, I'll get better and I won't leave you, I don't think I'd have it in me after..this."
You press the hand that still holds the necklace and press it back into his hand. Wordlessly he unclips the necklace and puts his ring back on his finger.
"I'll get you a new one." He promises.
"No need." You say pulling your necklace out and unclip it and put your ring back on your ring finger.
Once you're finished you notice Elliott's watching you, for how long you don't know. You stare at each other for a moment before he leans forward and kisses you. You pull yourself more on the bed, Elliott presses himself against you like you're air, like he's trying to make sure you know how much he loves you. His hand goes on your stomach and he breaks for air, his head going into your shoulder. You feel his entire body start to shake and his small cry goes to a sob.
You hang onto him tightly, as his cries continue to grow.
"I'm sorry." He sobs out, "(y/n) I'm so sorry, for everything. I love you. I swear I do I'll get better for you, for us, I swear."
The door opens and Harvey and Willy walk back in.
Elliott and Harvey talk for a long time, Willy stands at the door and you sit beside Elliott holding his hand.
At the end of it, Harvey says he's going to call a friend in the city for Elliott but tonight he shouldn't be alone.
"He can stay with me." Willy states, "Or if (y/n) wishes to keep an eye on 'im."
"I'll go with them." Elliott says, "They locked themselves out and I still have my key.."
Harvey nods and looks over at you for reassurance which you give in the form of a nod.
Once you and Elliott reach your place and he unlocks the door you're both soaking wet.
"I'll go get some spare clothes." You tell him, "I still have some of yours.."
When you come back into the living room Elliott's taken off most of his clothes and set the wet ones in the dryer.
You've seen him naked before, you've seen him fully clothed, but you can never prepare yourself the sight for how beautiful he is to you.
You wish the storm had taken out the power because you're blushing so incredibly hard at the sight of him.
Elliott gives you a soft smile at the notice of your expression. He walks forward and kisses your forehead before taking his clothes into the bathroom.
A few minutes later you're changed and both of your clothes are in the dryer, Elliott comes out holding one of the positive tests in his hand. He looks up at your with tears running down his face and asks:
"Can I frame this?"
You giggled and nod, grabbing his hand you lead him to your bed, hesitantly he puts the test on the nightstand and crawls under the covers with you.
"Are you sure?" He asks
"Yes." You say, "Are you ok with it?"
"Absolutely," Elliott says, he takes your cold hand from under the covers and presses a kiss to it. "I haven't been able to sleep since we divorced."
"You slept pretty well last time I saw you." You grunt out curling towards his chest.
"That's because I had a wonderful work out before then." He says,
You both chuckle at his response and you sneak one of your hands in his, gripping it tightly.
"I'm right here." He says, "I'm right here."
"So am I." You say, "I'm not going anywhere again."
Elliot's hand grips yours and his other sneaks around your waist.
Sebastian x Reader x Yandere Elliott
Warnings; yandere Elliott, kn!fe, holding hostage, angst, possessive behavior, fighting, bruises, threats against life.
It had been three years since Sebastian left and started a new life in Zuzu city and almost three years to the day since you married Elliott.
You were starting to love him, maybe even starting to forgive him for what he did. Everything between you two was almost completely normal. Well, as normal as it could get.
Elliott had told everyone that you were sick and kept you in the farm more often than not, but the farm was thriving and even though you hadn't seen everyone as much as you'd like to but you had gotten used to it.
Until Summer hit.
As a surprise to Elliott you were going without him to ask Robin for an upgrade on the house you and Elliott both wanted children but hadn't decided on which adoption agency.
When you entered the shop, and a familiar man leaned against the counter, he'd gotten several piercings now and had started to grow a beard.
"Sebastian?" You said softly.
He turned and met your eyes, you thought he'd be angry, probably scream at you, maybe even leave again.
Was this even real?
"Hey (y/n).." he said "Wanna go on a ride?"
You nod and he takes your hand before going out the door.
"You remember how to hold on?" He asks.
"I think so." You say,
"I'm right here." He says, "Just hang on like I'm your lifeline."
You nod against his back and hold him so hard that it must hurt, but he doesn't say a thing. You two ride to a place you haven't been to in years.
Sebastian parks and shuts off the bike, the view of the city is beautiful in the afternoon. It's always been beautiful, you're about to compliment it when Sebastian gets off the bike and comes to your right side and kisses you firmly on the lips.
You lean into the kiss as tears start to drift down your face.
When you two break apart for air Sebastian wipes away the tears with his thumb and looks at you like you're his reason for smiling.
"Miss me?" You ask trying to lighten the mood.
"Every fucking day." Sebastian says
He pulls you off the bike and takes you to the tree, you want to kiss him again but your loyalty to Elliott clouds your mind.
Sebastian senses the hesitation and pulls you into a hug instead.
"I'm so sorry." He whispers "I should've taken you and left. To hell with everything else (y/n)...I'm just happy you're safe."
"I never thought I'd see you again." You tell him soft enough that you're not sure if he heard you (he certainly did).
"He doesn't hurt you does he?" He asks.
"No." you say, "Never, he threatened to kill himself once after we got into a fight but nothing against me."
Sebastian sighs and looks you in the eyes.
"We can leave together." He says, "Run away to the city or far from there, get a new farm, a new house and we'll be happy."
"I made a vow." You tell him. "I can't break it."
Sebastian nods, you two decided to sit against the tree in each other's arms telling each other everything about your new lives.
"Are you happy with him?" He asks.
"I'm learning to be." You tell him.
"I'm gonna be in town for a few more weeks." He says, "If you let me try and change your mind, at the very least try then I'd appreciate it."
"Try to what?" You ask with big doe eyes.
He smirks and grabs your hand putting it against his heart.
"Try to convince you to leave him and come home."
He takes you home around six, Elliott's waiting at the house pacing around the property, he couldn't find you and normally you're back before seven and no one has seen you all day, but he knew Sebastian was in town and that's all he needed to know.
When you arrive home Elliot's pacing had been moved to the house, you go inside and he relaxed instantly.
"Where have you been?!" He asks. "No has seen you all day!"
"Hey," you say calmly. "I'm here that's all that matters. I was being safe I promise."
He places his hands in the back in the dinning chair and sighs.
"I know.." he says, "You're always safe..especially with your friends."
Your stomach tightens, carefully you set your things down by the door and walk to the dinning room table.
"Friends like Sebastian."
The rooms quiet, he looks up at you in a hurt sort of way. You sigh and nod.
"Yes, I am, I'm always safe with Sebastian. I went to Robin's and we went for a ride and lost track of time."
He sighs through his nose and shakes his head.
"Are you cheating on me with him?"
"What?!" You gasp out. "Elliott no!"
"You know I can't live without you." He says walking towards the bedroom
"I can not function without you (y/n), I need you every moment of my life. I can not have you leave me."
He turns to face you with tears crawling down his face.
"Please don't leave me."
"Elliott." You say going to him, he wraps himself around you and starts to cry.
"Please, hate me all you want just don't go."
His cries break your heart as you hold him against you.
"I'm not going anywhere." You tell him.
A small voice says otherwise in your mind but you shut it down.
"You married me." Elliott says, his grip on you tightening. "Me. Not him."
"Elliott?" You say struggling against his painful grip.
He grabs your forearms painfully and looks at you with obsession, a dangerous kind.
"You married me! You had a chance with him but you chose me! I won't have you go back to him again! Do you understand me?!"
"Let me go!" You yell.
"Answer me!" He yells.
You push away from him and stumble into a wall, you're both panting and looking at each other ready to make your next move.
"You wrote the notes." You tell him. "You broke into my house and watched me sleep, you stole my underwear."
He's silent the entire time.
"When I started dating Sebastian you..you sent me the bouquet to break up with him, then when I didn't you sent me notes explaining how you were going to hurt him and his family.."
You stand straight eyes full of defiance.
"So yes I chose you; but I never really had a choice now did I?"
He's quiet for a moment before speaking
"I did those things to protect you from yourself. We're soulmates (y/n)! You're mine and mine alone!"
"I belong to no one!" You state.
"You belong to me!" Elliott yells. "Sebastian is here for a few more weeks and his family lives here. If you want them to live then you will stay mine. Understand?!"
"if you hurt them I'll never forgive you." You say quietly. "I'll leave you."
"No you won't." Elliott says with a chuckle. "If you even try to I'll kill myself and you wouldn't want that. I know you well enough."
You say nothing, a scowl on your face hardened as stone.
"Now." Elliott says, "Let's go to bed. We have to ask Robbin to make a new room for our baby."
For the next few days Elliott keeps you at home on a leash, it's not until you're able to convince him that you two need to get the room for your baby that he allows you to goes into town but with him at your side.
That morning you and Elliott take the long way to Robin's, it could be to show everyone you belong to him, or to try and find Sebastian, either way it gives you an opportunity, you see Abbi leaving her father's shop when you see her you wave and lower your palm just enough to put your thumb against your palm and close your fingers over it.
She sees it and nods.
"Elliott!" She calls out.
The both of you stop and she catches up to you.
"Look hate to do this but I need (y/n) like right now, I'll walk her back home if it makes you feel better, I know their condition is..delicate right now."
You cringe at the lie Elliott made up for you about a year ago to keep you at home. Elliott assess the situation, he has no real reason to say no and he knows Sebastian doesn't wake up until noon at the latest. So he lets you go and you hand him the materials and money for the new room.
Abbigail takes you to the shop and straight to her bedroom where Sam and Sebastian are on her floor playing video games.
They both turn and Sebastian rushed towards you.
You practically leap to him both of you holding each other as tight as you can.
"I don't have a lot of time." You say pulling away from him, Sebastian takes your hand and nods.
"Elliott knows Sebastian's back and he's threatening the whole family, if I leave he'll kill them all..last night he was so angry.."
You shutter at the memory and the hand that inst holding Sebastian's goes to the spot where he left bruises from his fingers.
Abbigail comes forward and rolls your sleeve up enough to reveal the bruises.
"I thought you said he doesn't hurt you.." Sebastian said softly.
"Never anything like this." Abbigail says, "I've never seen him get physical, it's more emotional and mental damage."
"And since we still have no actual evidence." Sam says shutting off the game, "We're left with nothing."
Sebastian grips your hand and looks at you heartbroken.
"I can take you home." He says, "I can tell mom and Maru and Demetrius to come with me for a few weeks."
"What if he hurts Sam and Abbi." You say.
You squeeze his hand back and shake his head.
"I'm glad I got to see you again Frog man." You say, letting go of his hand.
"(y/n)," Sebastian says, "Please we have to try it, if he's leaving bruises he'll start doing worse. Please let me help you."
You sigh and look away, you want to say yes.
"I'll tell my parents tonight." He says, "Around midnight I'll come get you. Ok?"
You nod and a chorus of relief fills the room, Sebastian pulls you to him and hugs again kissing the top of your head.
Abbigail takes your hand and walks you out of the room back outside where Elliott is waiting.
That night you wait until Elliott is asleep, you're thankful you don't have any pets otherwise this would need more than a days planning. Under the bed you have a bag packed with your essentials, money, some clothes, things you can sell, personal documents, and a knife.
You crawl out of bed and slink under the bed to grab your things, carefully you walk out of the bedroom when the lamp in the bedroom turns on.
"Where are you going?" Elliott asks sitting up.
You want to run but you're frozen where you stand.
"You're leaving me?" Elliott asks. "After all we've been through? After everything I've done for you?!"
He's on you in a second, you don't know how he got to be so strong but your bags in the ground and you're fighting against him. He pushes you into a wall and he's pushing your face against it. You start to yell at him.
"LET ME GO!" You yell, "ELLIOT STOP IT YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
"I'm protecting you!" He growls out, you hear a jingle and you know it's the cuffs. You're fighting harder against him knowing if he gets you those you're done for.
"LET ME GO!" You keep yelling
There's a pounding on the door.
"(y/n)!" Sebastian calls out. "(Y/n) hold on!"
Elliott gets the cuffs on and drags you to a chair, he uses a sweater from your bag to tie you against the chair, and two more to tie your feet to the chair and table.
"This'll be fun!" Elliott says going to the door.
The door swings open and Sebastian sees you for half a second before Elliott is on him.
"You just can't seem to listen can you?!" Elliott says pushing him away from the door. Elliott pulls out a knife from his pocket and holds it up.
"I told you to stay away from them when you first started hanging out with them and now you're back! They're mine! My spouse! My partner! Mine!"
Elliott pounces on hims and the two are fighting in the dirt outside. You can see Elliott and Sebastian both landing punches rolling on the ground.
You're sobbing in the chair doing your best to break free.
The bindings on your feet come loose, you push yourself up and run outside, by that time Elliott's got Sebastian against the ground the life pressing into his throat.
Falling to your knees you scream out; "NO!"
Elliott stops but doesn't look at you.
"Ill stay!" You sob out, "I'll stay forever Elliott I swear, please.."
Sebastian looks at you pleadingly.
"Say you hate him." Elliott says.
"I hate you Sebastian." You scream out the words carving your heart out, "I hate you."
"Just go!" You yell at him, "Leave us alone! Don't come back!"
They still make no movement, Sebastian looks at Elliott with enough hate to kill a man.
"I love you Elliott." You sob out, you feel sick, the tears feeling hot against your cheeks.
"If you love me, please don't kill him. How will our child feel if they ever find out?"
Elliott leans down and says;
"If you don't leave or if you make a move towards either one of us, I'll slit your throat, then theirs"
Sebastian pales and nods, Elliott gets off of him. For a moment Sebastian lays there thinking of what went wrong of what he should've done.
Elliott goes to you and lets you out of the chair and cuffs. You rise and he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your head.
You continue to cry when you see Sebastian get up, he watches you and with one last look he walks away.
You turn to Elliott and cry against him.
"Thank you." You whisper out. "Thank you my husband."
Elliott's heart softens at the sight of you.
"You know what I have to do now right?"
You nod against him.
"Im on the farm and only the farm until you can trust me again."
Elliott chuckles and kisses the top of your head.
"So smart."
You go back into the house where he cuffs you to the bed, and holds you against him, you look up at the ceiling and envision a life you could've had back where you once were three years ago.
Elliott was in the bedroom getting ready, he wore a yellow suit that tightened at his waist, his hair tied back in a pony tail with a yellow ribbon.
Tonight you had an incredible surprise for him, though you refused to tell him what it was exactly, it was something big, he knew just because Robin, Emily, and Leah had been on the property for the past week, either distracting him or going off behind the trees to a place you refused to tell him about.
You knocked on the door to your shared bedroom and Elliott turned to face you, he stopped to stare at you for a moment, you looked absolutely radiant in navy blue, your hair also pulled back in a pony tail but yours was with a blue ribbon.
You smiled softly at him a small blush forming on your cheeks, the way Elliott looked at you still startled you. It was like you were the most beautiful person in the world, like still after two years of marriage he still needed time to collect himself before talking to you.
"Are you ready?" You ask him softly.
"Yes." Elliott said.
He offered you his arm and you took it as he led you two out the front door.
It was a crisp fall afternoon, the leaves were falling the way they would in a dream, the sun was just setting casting a golden glow over the farm.
You took your hand away from Elliott and grabbed his hand, before pulling him to his surprise. Past the trees, grass, the weeds, and some crops was a wooden shed, in front of it the ground had been replaced with a small porch instead of dirt.
"I need you to close your eyes." You say standing in front of your husband.
Elliott gave you a skeptical look and you laughed;
"It's for the surprise."
He smiled and closed his eyes, you waved your hand in front of his face to make sure that his eyes were closed.
Elliott heard the door open, felt you pull him inside, he heard the click of some lights and smelled lobster.
"Can I open them?" He asked
"Not yet." You say.
You run over to the table and grab the lighter sitting on the table and lite the candle in the middle of the table.
The lobster was still warm, you'd finished it not five minutes before Elliott had finished dressing and you were thankful that Emily had let you borrow a table cloth (your last one was tore up by the dog).
"Now can I open them?" Elliott asked.
"Alright." You say, "Now."
Elliott looked around and put a hand to his mouth, the shed was a library, his very own library, there was a small reading nook by the window with a blue cushion and green blanket, the floor was wooden and the ceiling above him looked like something from the Page master, story references from each genre were on the ceiling, and the walls were painted like the sea.
The shelves around the room were filled with books, he recognized every single one from the storage unit where he put all of his books until you two had space.
The shelves were new and wood burned with beautiful designs that looked similar to sea shells, some fish, and a few of your animals.
"Oh my Love." Elliott said feeling tears fill his eyes, he put his hands to his mouth.
"Do you like it?" You asked.
"It's wonderful." Elliott said wiping a tear from his eye, Elliott came around the table and pulled you to his chest.
"Thank you so very much."
Once Elliott was able to collect his emotions you two sat and began to ate, you grabbed your phone and found a playlist filled with some of his favorite songs.
Once you were done Elliott stood and held out his hand to you.
"May I have this dance?" He asked.
You giggled and took his hand, he spun you around the middle of the room right below the circular ceiling portrait.
When the candle melted down to the glass holder you blew out the candle. Hand and hand you two went back to the house.
"Happy Birthday my love." You whisper kissing his forehead.
"Thank you." Elliott said pulling you close to him. "Thank you so much my love."
Gif not mine
The author has indicated this post may contain content that may not be suitable for all audiences.
This is definitely satire, have a nice day guys
Elliott x Autistic Reader
Autistic people have the average life span of thirty-six years at least in the United States and when I'm reminded that I don't get a lot of time on Earth I get really upset. So this is an intense story of what people may need to hear. So this story talks a lot about death and self harm, you have been warned.
Also it is almost one in the morning so I am not sure if this will be any good.
It was another bad night, something that you often dealt with alone, but now that you were dating an incredibly considerate guy you didn't have to.
Elliott had come over around five to spend the night, he expected to find you outside with your cows or maybe even resting in the grass under a tree, not in bed clutching a stuffed animal to your chest like a life line.
"Love?" Elliott said, coming towards you.
You pressed your face into the stuffed animal as he came closer, Elliott sat near your knees in the bed. His presence making it a little easier for you to be cope.
He knew about your Autism and your history of self harm (he kissed most of your scars whenever he could reach them, a habit he also made when going in between your thighs), but what he didn't know about was this small piece of Autism that you didn't like to share with anyone and you were certain he didn't know.
You only found out when you were a teenager and now that you're older you felt like you didn't have hardly anytime left and you wanted it. You wanted to spend as much time as you could with him, you wanted him engraved into your soul so that in every life you'd remember how you loved each other, how safe he made you feel.
"(y/n)?" Elliott said, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.
"I have to tell you something." You say, "And I'm giving you another out, if you want to leave after I tell you then I won't judge you because no one deserves this."
Silently, Elliott grabbed your hand and squeezed it. The last time you told him this was when you two had first started to become interested in each other and it was when you told him you had autism.
You say up your one arm still clutching the stuffed animal around your chest.
"So autistic people have a shorter life expectancy.." you say unable to look up at him "We're given thirty-six years, sometimes maybe to our fifties, mainly our deaths are from suicide or heart problems...most of the time from stress of having to be "normal" in front of others."
Elliott gripped your hand as tight as he could, he took a deep breath studying the lines of your face. He felt his heart shatter in his chest, he wanted nothing more than to tuck you inside his pocket and keep you safe until you were both one-hundred.
"Can I hold you?" He asked
You nodded and you two met in the middle, your legs going around his waist, his head going to the spot in between your neck and shoulder.
"I'm don't want to leave you so early." You say crying. "I just got you. I don't want to leave you."
"You won't." Elliott said his voice broken, "You're gonna live so much longer."
"I get reminded about it every now and again," you say, "and I just get upset I'm sorry."
"No, no." Elliott said, "You're fine, you don't have to apologize, I'm glad you told me."
"Really?" You ask tears coming out of your eyes.
"Absolutely," Elliott responded, "It gives me an opportunity to insure that you will have a long and happy life. You are my entire world (y/n) and I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you here until we're both one-hundred."
You chuckle into his shoulder and kiss any part of his body you can reach without moving too much. You both move to lay on the bed, facing each other, Elliott's head above yours. His cheeks red from the tears that slipped out.
"I didn't mean to make you cry." You say, "I just..felt like it was something you deserved to know."
"It's not your fault." He said brushing the hair on your head.
"The idea of losing you is worse than any Hell that I could be put through."
"If I do die." You say, "I'd most likely leave the farm to you, you could sell it if you want or live here."
"Why on earth would you leave me anything?" He asks, "You've given me so much already."
"I plan on marrying you." You tell him, face going red, "So legally it would go to you."
Elliott tenses for a small moment and pulls away from you for a moment to look down at you and give you a soft smile.
"I'm glad we have the same plan for our futures together."
You laugh and lean up to kiss him sweetly, kisses with Elliott are always an occasion, they leave you breathless and needing more.
Quickly it becomes your hands roaming against each other wanting nothing more than to just kiss each other and keep each other grounded.
His hands go up your shirt and trace the scars from a time not yet forgotten, he leaves your lips only to go down and inspect your body to make sure you haven't relapsed.
"It's been a bad day." You say, "I'm glad you got here when you did."
"I am too." Elliott says coming back up to your lips, "Another moment away from you and I would've sold my soul to have some magic to transport me to you whenever one of us needed each other."
You roll your eyes at him, smile up at him and press another kiss on his lips.
When your make out session has ended the two of you lay in the bed, too lazy to get up and leave each other's warmth. Looking at Elliott you can't help but appreciate the time you are allowed to have with him and until he can find the fountain of youth to keep you both going for as long as he wishes, you'll just have to cherish every moment with him.
Elliott sat out in the waiting room, Sam was beside him the two of them anxious as they sat and waited to hear anything about you.
Robin had found you in the mines, Sam carried you here while Robin found Elliott in the library, he didn't see you but from the frightfully pale look on Sam's face he knew it wasn't good.
Harvey came out of the room, his surgical apron covered with blood, your blood, he gave the two men a sorrowful look.
No. No. Please. No. Not them.
"I'm sorry." Harvey said, "I did everything I could but they..."
Elliott pushes past the doctor and ran straight to the room he assumed you were in, and there you were, dead in a bed, bruised and pale.
Shakily he sat beside you, tears cascading down his face.
"My love...?" He said softly.
When you didn't respond he pulled you into his chest the unnatural cold of your body scared him.
"Please, please wake up." He begged, "(y/n), please."
He felt a scream of grief tear through him and then-
He woke up, in a dark room in your farm home. He felt the weight of the pendant hit his chest as he searched the bed desperate to find you. Your sleeping form beside him bandages from your latest endeavor in the mines where...where he almost lost you.
Elliott leans back down into the pillows and gently takes your hand, warm. You're warm.
He traces his fingers down to your wrist where he can feel your pulse. The steady rhythm of your heart soothes him, but doesn't stop the tears from coming.
He could've lost you.
You shift in your sleep towards him, and he pulls you to his chest, needing to feel you.
You stir again and he curses himself knowing you'll soon awaken and he doesn't have the means to control himself.
"Elli?" You mumble out, "You ok?"
When he doesn't answer, you push yourself up and find his face in the dark and see it shimmering with tears.
"Oh my handsome husband." You say softly. "What's wrong?"
"Just a nightmare my darling." He says taking your hand and pressing several kisses to it.
"What was it about?" You ask your voice still groggy with sleep.
"You don't have to tell me, I'm sorry."
"No, no." He says gently "It's alright, it was just....you died instead of coming home.."
"Oh.." you say.
"I'm alright." He says, "Really."
You move away from him and pull him down with you, adjusting yourself so that his head is directly over your heartbeat. He sighs into you and holds you tightly as you start to play with his hair. You're safe. You're here, with him, alive and well.
"I love you." You whisper to Elliott.
"I love you too," Elliott whispers back, he pressed a kiss over your heart "so much."
You easily both drift back to sleep.
It happened once a month and it fucking pained you every time it happened.
Unfortunately for you, you got periods and at least once during those months your nipples would become so sensitive that even your clothing brushing up against them made you horny.
It was embarrassing to say the least and it damn near halted your entire day just to try and get some relief.
You had a boyfriend who had no idea about the once a day crippling sensitivity in your chest and you certainly didn't want to find out, but you had to deliver a parsnip to him.
Very quickly you walked with your basket in hand, head low as you passed through town, thankful no one was out in the rainy day.
As you walked into the beach your wet clothing stuck to your chest, weighing down against your breasts.
Fuck.
You knocked and quickly your boyfriend answered and let you in. It was warm in his cabin, the warm lighting in the room made Elliott look absolutely graceful.
His hair was surprisingly up in a bun and he had forgotten to shave today showing off a thin trail of stubble around his chin. Your cunt clenched at the sight of him.
"Here ya go." You say putting the basket on the desk.
Your voice was breathy and light, you both noticed it right away, you cursed inwardly.
"Thank you my dear." Elliott said looking at the basket. "Are you doing alright?"
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The gentleness in his voice made you want to swoon, you wanted to kiss him, your nipples were hurting incredibly now. You crossed your arms and pressed them against your chest hoping to relieve the tension but it wasn't working. You felt the tears spring up in your eyes.
"(y/n)?" Elliott said noticing the tears,
He stepped closer to you, and gently placed a hand against your cheek, you let out a whine and felt a tear slip down your cheek. You hated this, you felt like every nerve ending was hyper sensitive.
Elliott, pulled you into his chest, his hands around your back and you let out a gasp. A gasp he knew very well about, embarrassed you pressed your face in his chest and felt another tear come out.
"I'm sorry." You say quietly.
"What's going on?" He asked stepping away his face slightly flushed.
With a sight you look down and try not to meet his gaze.
"I'm on my period and one day throughout my cycle my I get really...sensitive..my nipples hurt if I don't mess with them but it's embarrassing so I don't touch them, I normally stay home and try to get some relief but you needed some parsnips and I felt bad cause you hardly ever ask for anything and I saw you and it got worse and I'll go I'm so sorry."
"Stay." Elliott said.
You look up at him confused, he comes towards you , gently taking one of the clips of your overalls in his hands looking up at you for approval.
"I want to help you." He says, "Please?"
"Please." You answer back in a breathy voice.
Elliott leans down and kisses you passionately, gently undoing the first clip of your overalls, then the next. His hands go to your breasts, you arched up into him and moan very loudly into the kiss.
You pull back from the kiss and press your face into his shoulder trying to hold back your moans.
"I've got you love." He says quietly, "It's ok, let them out."
Your one hands grips the back of his jacket and squeezes it tightly, you let out another breathy moan.
"Off." You beg, "Please Elliott. I need to feel you."
He pulls himself away from you and takes off his jacket and shirt, you remove whatever top half of clothing you have left and move to sit on his bed, he gently pushes you down and goes for your breasts again.
"Elliott." You whine out
You gasp when one of his legs is pressed against your crotch and you feel your hips grinding down into it. His mouth goes for one of your breasts and you feel tears in your eyes from how good you feel, your entire body is on fire, it's like you're a current and Elliott is only adding more electricity to your circuit.
Elliott's acting like a starved man, he's addicted to you, your scent, the touch of your skin against his and the heat of your body. The growing ache in his pants has him believe that he could probably cum just from the sound of your moans.
"You're doing so good for me." Elliott said against your skin, he switched his mouth to your other nipple and had his hand closest to the now abbadnoned nipple play with it. His left hand now free he used it to merely touch you, his fingers gently gliding over your skin the roaming back down to your clothes area to cup your ass, pushing your body down to meet his leg.
You breaths became pants, your right hand flying to his hair while your left threatened to leave scratches down his back.
"Please." You gasped out, tears spilling down your face "Elliott please."
His hand grips your ass and with the added stimulation the action has you moaning.
"It feels good." You whimper out, "Please don't stop-Fuck."
But he moved his leg away and you whimper.
"You want between my legs?" He asks, looking up at you for approval.
The idea has your thighs clenching together.
"Yes." You say and he maneuvers you to where your clothes crotches meet, and grinds up into you, he goes back to the assault on your chest both of you groaning into the thrusts.
"Elliott," you moan out, "Kiss me."
He moved from your nipple and kissed a trail up to your lips, both of your hands making it to his hair, while his hands go back to your breasts.
"You've got me so close to cumming." Elliott breathed out against you.
"Wanna make you feel good." You whimper against his lips.
"You are," he says, "you're making feel so alive. Like I'm a teenager ready to cum in my pants."
You both chuckle at the statement, he moans against your neck and you feel your orgasm approaching.
Your hips move faster against him, and he knows what's about to happen, you whimper on him, he can feel the heat of your skin growing.
"Let go for me." He whispered, "Let go sweetheart I've got you."
And you did, your orgasm came and wrecked beautiful havoc on your body leaving you to scratch your lovers back, he moaned into you and continued to thrust up into you until his body shuddered as he released the sweetest sound for you.
When you're both calmed down and cleaned up, your pressed against him in his bed.
"I really should've told you sooner about that." You say looking up at him, he chuckles and presses several kisses against your forehead.
"Thank you." You tell him, "I never really felt safe enough to do that with anyone until we started dating."
Elliott looks at you for a moment, he gives you a soft smile and then presses another kiss to your lips, you melt against him, when you break apart he holds you close to him like letting you go would surely kill him.
"Do you want me to come over tonight?" He asks,
You give him a smirk and with a red face says;
"it doesn't have to be for that, just in case you want someone there."
"Absolutely." You say pecking his lips.
You awoke in the dead of night, heart thumping, hands shaking, stomach reeling and wanting to vomit.
Next to you your husband sleeps with a decent amount of the blankets that you kicked off throughout the night.
Carefully you get out of bed, and head for the bathroom. You kneel next to the toilet and vomit, your throat and chest burning.
You don't hear him get up but you feel him brush the hair back from your face, until you're finished. He gets a washcloth and rinses it in cold water and waits until your done panting before wiping your mouth.
You give him a small smile before shutting the lid and laying your head on it.
"Another bad one?" He asks softly.
"Yeah." You say with a mock chuckle. "They're getting better though."
"Good." Elliott says, "When you're ready I'm here."
He means a number of things with that: ready to talk about it, to not talk about it, just to head back to bed, to hold him or to sleep on the couch. Whatever you need he's here for it.
You press your face on your other arm resting on the closed toilet and say into it;
"You're so fucking hot Elli,"
He chuckles, looking away as the blush spreads across his cheeks. You reach over and take his hand, he squeezes yours in return, the simple action spilling warmth in your chests.
Carefully you both get up and head back to bed, Elliott holding you tightly against him.
"I'll talk about it with my therapist." You say holding him just as tightly as he holds you.
"I don't want you to have to deal with this too."
It pains Elliott to hear it, you both know that he wouldn't mind talking about it with you, that's he's here for every part together good and bad, but you feel more comfortable talking to your therapist about it than him and he respects that.
"I'm here to listen if you need it now." He says, "I'll always be here."
You're quiet for a moment, a small part of you wanting to open up to him, the risk in it is great and you're not sure if you'd live through the carnage of it going horribly but he's still here so that counts for something.
You know you don't have to tell him, that he'd be ok with your silence but instead you speak.
You used to love reading, in Zuzu city it was something you hardly got to do with your job and eventually when you got busier you just stopped, so when Elliott asked to read to you that afternoon at the library you didn't know how to react, in fact you stuttered before getting out a decent answer.
Which lead to you two on the floor of the library, legs intertwined, your back up against a bookshelf and his against the table, a comfortable pillow sitting under his butt.
"What book are we reading?" You ask him.
"I figured I'd read you a romance since you said that was your favorite genre, but if you want to read to me I'd be happy to hear your voice."
You blush, smiling and looking away from him for a moment.
"Whatever you want Ellie Bellie."
Elliott lets out a snort and throws his head back covering his mouth with the small chuckles coming out of him.
"That was gastly my lassie."
"It wasn't so bad my lad."
"It was my lov-"
"Please stop." Gunther says from behind the shelves, "They're getting so bad."
"Apologies Gunther." You and Elliott say at the same time.
Elliott holds up the first book from the pile and you recognize it very well and it was not a book you read in a public place where children came into.
"Elliott no!" You gasp out, "That's pure smutt!"
"It is?" He asks opening the first page, his eyes go wide and his face flushes.
With a cough he puts it down and you chuckle at his reaction.
"Perhaps it's one a lover reads aloud to their partner at home."
The idea of Elliott reading that type of story to you sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, you can only nod as he selects a tamer option he's read before.
As he begins the story, his voice filling the room, you feel warm his voice carries you through the story taking you with him wherever he goes and you can't help but imagine you two in place of the main characters.
Elliott notices your warm gaze, your lovely smiles and giggles you try to hide when something embarrassing happens and time slowly drifts away until at least he's done.
When he sets the book down, he notices you two have changed positions to where you're now sitting right next to him your head on his shoulder.
"That was beautiful." You tell him.
"It was." He agrees looking down at you.
"Do you want to get a drink?" You ask him.
"Only if I can buy it for you as a date."
"Elliott if it's a date I'm buying since you just read an entire book to me."
"And I would be honored to do it again but I'm a gentleman and I want to pay for it this time."
"If the drinks a date this can be considered a date too so You've done your part so it's my turn now."
"I don't mind paying my dearest."
"Oh my Shit." Gunther says from behind the counter, you can hear his urge to either throw you two out or walk out from where you sit.
"I'll buy it if it gets you guys going! You've been doing goo-goo eyes all day and I thought you were dating already but you're not! So take some romance books and please just kiss, this is why I can't read romances the pinning is killing me."
Elliott and you look at each other before breaking out into laughter, you check the books out and walk to the Saloon, and buy each other a drink.
When the night ends Elliott walks you home, you bring him inside and have him read some of those scenes to you. The night ends with a kiss and the next morning starts with you both entangled in each other's arms.
