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In Your Dreams

Chapter Five: The Sun Won’t Resign Until You’re By My Side

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I feel you crawling out my veins, leaving the walls inside with flames; burning the emptiness I’ve saved, until only you remain. But then my lungs collapsed, and you pulled me out; forever, I have changed. Honey, you can take me now, till it all runs out. Baby, it’s okay.- Cartel, Only You

Tim had been very clear that he wasn’t gonna last much longer. So when she hadn’t heard from him for a day and a half, she knew it meant he was gone.

She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling and pondering the ache in her chest. 

It felt like there was a black hole consuming her from the inside out, beginning where her heart had been.

Lea had never known anyone who’d died before. Did it always hurt so much?

She’d never get to kiss him again. He’d never smile at her again, hold her again. She’d never hear him say her name again. He was gone. Gone.

After awhile of considering this, it occurred to her that she’d been in love with him.

Too fuckin’ bad he was dead. She was too much of a coward to realize she loved him when he was alive. She never would’ve acted on her stupid feelings, anyway. Too much of a coward for that, too.

A knock at her door startled her, making her jolt upright. She trudged over to the entryway, her feet dragging over the laminate floors. When she opened the door, a woman stood there. She’d met her before, when Tim had taken her to have dinner with his parents.

“Nicole?” Lea asked, surprised.

The woman’s eyes were rimmed in red. She’d been crying.

“He told you?” Nicole asked without preamble.

Lea blinked. “I… I know what he is.”

“And that you’re his mate?” the other woman persisted. 

Lea nodded silently, looking down at her feet. “Is he still…?”

“Barely. He doesn’t have long now. He’ll be gone within the next few hours, if that.”

Tears filled Lea’s eyes for the bazillionth time that day. “Is he in pain?”

“He’s unconscious. They always are at the end.”

She took a deep, shuddering breath before lifting her gaze again. “Why are you here, Nicole?”

“To ask you for your help. If you’ll reconsider your refusal.” Lea looked away again, and so Nicole pressed on. “He told me why. He said he’d rather die than force you or guilt trip you. He loves you too much to ask, but I love him too much not to ask. Come see him. Please. If you look at him and still refuse, I’ll understand that. The situation you’re in is no more your fault than it was mine when Marc told me. But please. Come see him.”

She couldn’t refuse, she realized. She knew now that she was in love with him. Did she love him enough to put herself at risk? To save his life? Yeah. Yeah, she did.

Maybe… maybe if he got it out of his system once—just the once—, then she wouldn’t need to do it again. Maybe he’d be alright.

Lea finally nodded at the other woman. “Alright. Give me a minute.”

With that, she went to collect her purse and phone. Even on the off chance she’d stay with Tim for any length of time, he had plenty of her stuff.

“Where is he?” she asked Nicole.

“He wanted to be in his own bed when he went,” Nicole said softly, looking away. 

Lea nodded again. 

Tim’s penthouse apartment was just as pristine as his housekeeping staff always kept it. The three floor residence was huge, covering well over thirteen hundred square feet, but Tim’s bedroom was easy to get to, even if she didn’t know her way around (which she did). Directly to the right of the entry hallway was a set of stairs. She went up, Nicole following close behind, walked past the second floor living room (he had three living rooms; one on each floor) and into his bedroom.

It was a very long room with floor-to-ceiling windows—many of which were doors to a balcony spanning the length of the second floor—covering one side. Past the sitting area, his desk and bookshelf, his dad and sister were seated beside his bed. They were both teary-eyed and exhausted-looking.

When Lea got close enough to see his face, she felt as if she couldn’t breathe.

He was pale, even more so than he’d been before, and his lips were tinged blue. His chest was barely moving.

“How much longer?” Nicole asked, stepping over to her son’s bedside.

“Not long,” Marc told her in his thick French accent, not taking his eyes off Tim. “Maybe twenty or thirty minutes now.”

“I brought her,” Nicole told her husband softly.

At that, both Pauline and Marc turned towards the corner Lea was standing in.

“Am… am I too late?” she asked shakily.

Pauline stood, immediately rushing over to her and shaking her head. The older girl took Lea’s hands in hers. “No, you’re not. You can still save him. Are you here to save him?” Her voice was so hopeful, so desperate.

Lea nodded. “I don’t want anything to happen to him.” She didn’t want to disclose more than that to people she didn’t know too well, even under the circumstances. 

Pauline threw her arms around Lea, sobbing quietly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

Nicole put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “There’s no time for that now, honey.”

Pauline pulled back, nodding.

Lea faced Marc, aware that if anyone knew what was necessary to save Tim at this point—to be honest, she was quite uncomfortable with initiating anything sexual, let alone while he was unconscious—, it would be the twenty thousand year old incubus. “What do I need to do?”

Marc stood from the chair at his son’s bedside and moved towards the door, followed by his wife and daughter. “He will wake up within a few hours of feeling your skin against his. As much of it as possible is best.”

Lea flushed, realizing that Tim was probably naked under the covers and that she would need to join him. She’d known that shared nudity would be a necessity when she’d agreed to, er… save him, but still. 

It’s a one-time thing, she reminded herself. Plus you love him and he loves you, so it’ll be okay. 

Still, she nodded her understanding.

“Lock the door behind us or Nicole may well barge in to check on him at inopportune times,” he warned.

Lea reddened further—and most definitely not in a good way—at the idea of being caught with Tim, and was sure to lock his bedroom door firmly once his family had left.

She stripped down methodically, letting her clothes fall to the floor in a heap and doing her very best not to think about the fact that she was currently naked in her best friend’s bedroom and about to press her very naked body up against said best friend’s equally naked body for life-saving purposes that required them to be naked. When she climbed into bed with him, pressed herself up against his side, and tentatively draped an arm over his chest, his cold, clammy skin immediately warmed up again and regained its natural color.

Lea wrapped herself around him further, and his breathing evened out. She watched as the blue slowly left his lips. When they were their obnoxiously perfect pink once more, she heaved a sigh of relief and let herself relax. 

It took awhile, but eventually, she fell asleep. 

She woke several hours later to a murmur of her name.

“Lea?”

She blinked her eyes open, lifting her head so as to look at him.

Tim sighed. “Another hallucination, huh?” His eyes closed again and he mused, “Thought I was done with this shit. Maybe it’s my brain’s last hurrah before it gives up.”

Lea frowned. “I’m, uh. I’m not a hallucination.”

He cracked one eye open at her. “My hallucinations of you always say that.” He closed his eye again with a sigh. “Plus, there’s no way I’d feel like I wasn’t about to die if I was awake, on account of me being about to die and all that.”

“No, really,” she told him. “I’m not a hallucination.”

Tim hummed, considering her words. “You admittedly don’t get into bed with me in my hallucinations, I’ll give you that. You usually tell me you’ll never love me or let me touch you, that you think I’m disgusting and hate me for the fact that my body chose you as my mate.” Another sigh. “Sometimes you show me that you got your Mark surgically removed. Those ones are particularly rough.”

“I could never hate you, Tim,” she said softly. 

He was about to speak again, adjusting himself slightly before he did so, and then his eyes shot open and he froze. “Lea, are you… are you naked?”

She flushed, very deliberately looking not at him.

“This… this might actually be real,” he said disbelievingly. “If you’re real—if you’re here—, what’re you doing in my bed? Why’d you come?”

Lea gulped anxiously. “Well, uh.” She attempted to swallow spit that had not yet gathered in her mouth. And then the words came out in a jumbled mess. “Okay, so your mom came to my apartment, right—“

“My mom did what?!” he demanded, but she continued on as if he hadn’t said anything, primarily because her nerves—at being there, at what she was about to confess, at her own emotions and the strength of them, at her nudity and his potential reaction to it, at his nudity, and also the inevitability of them having sex; a number of things, really—prevented her from registering that he’d spoken at all.

“—And I’d been laying in bed for, like, ever, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the fact that you were probably dead, and I realized that I loved you, and then when your mom knocked on my door—“

“Wait,” he cut in. “You… you love me? As more than a friend? Are you in love with me?” he pressed.

She winced. “I’ll, uh… I’ll get to that.” She felt his muscles tense against her. “So… your mom came and asked me to at least see you. She said you didn’t have long left. And knowing you weren’t gone yet, that it wasn’t too late, that I could save you…” She swallowed again, fighting back tears. “I had to save you, y’know? I couldn’t just let you die. I couldn’t do that to you. Even if I didn’t, um… feel the way I do about you, I still couldn’t have just…” 

Sobs overtook her then, and he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her scalp. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m okay.” Another kiss, this one longer, more lingering.

She cried harder. “I’m here. I’m sorry it took me so long, but I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry I’ve been such a shitty friend, but I—“

“Hey,” he cut in firmly, placing a gentle hand on her cheek and lifting her face to his. “You��re not a shitty friend for not wanting to let me fuck you, okay? There’s nothing wrong with that.” Before she could interrupt him, he went on, “Plus, I don’t want you agreeing to this just ‘cause we’re friends and you want me to not die. If you agree to this, I want it to be because you want it. I want it to be because you want me.” He hesitated. “I want it to be because you love me, and not just as a friend.”

Lea looked down, fairly certain that her face—and probably her neck, chest, and shoulders, too, if she were honest—were all approximately the same shade of red as her hair. “I do love you,” she told him quietly. “So much that it scares me.”

She heard him inhale slowly, then exhale.

“Are you here to accept me, then?”

“I’m here to do whatever I need to do to save you,” she mumbled, still not looking at him. “You need to sleep with me to live.” The reminder was extremely uncomfortable for her to think, let alone say, but it had to be said. “If that’s what you need to live, well. There are worse ways to lose my virginity than sleeping with the guy I’m in love with.”

“I don’t want you wanting to keep me alive to be the only reason you accept me, Lea,” he reminded her firmly. “Do you want to keep me alive or do you want me?”

“I wanna keep you alive,” she admitted quietly, “but I want you, too.”

“You’re certain?” Tim clarified, lifting her face up to his again. “You’re sure you want this?”

She couldn’t help but watch his lips as he spoke. Fuck he was pretty. “Yes.”

“Tell me you love me, then,” he pleaded, his eyes searching hers. “And don’t look away from me this time.”

She thought her heart would beat directly out of her chest, but still, she managed, “I love you, Tim.”

A small, hesitant little smile graced his lips, and he stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I love you, too.”

Her heart beat even faster, if that were possible.

“This is the first time you’ve been naked with me in reality, y’know,” he murmured, brushing her hair from her face.

Lea frowned. “What do you mean?”

He stared at her for a moment. “Your dreams, remember?”

Her eyes widened in shock. “My what?” she squeaked, memories of riding him flooding her. “Fuck, I forgot all about those—“ She buried her face in his neck in humiliation.

Tim chuckled softly. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” He wrapped his arms around her again, holding her close.

“How can I not?!” she whined miserably. “I can’t believe I— and then I— ugh!”

Laughing outright then, he nestled his face into her hair. “Being an incubus means I can enter other people’s dreams, put certain images and scenarios they desire in their minds. It’s really not that big of a deal.”

“And you, uh…” She gulped, hoping for one answer but fully expecting another. “How much do you remember of my dreams?”

“They’re like regular memories to me.”

She groaned. “You can go ahead and throw me off the balcony now, thanks.”

He laughed again. “Why?”

“‘Cause you saw me… y’know…” She couldn’t finish her statement.

“Bouncing on my cock and begging me for more?” he teased gently, his voice a soft murmur against her scalp.

Lea whined again. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” he wanted to know. “It’s what you did.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she insisted.

At the exact same moment, however, he declared, “It’s sexy.”

The second his words registered in her brain, she squeaked again. “You can’t say stuff like that—“

“Why not?” he repeated.

“It’s embarrassing!”

“Lea, sweetheart,” he began with great patience, “you’re my mate. I’m going to claim you the second you allow me to. I want you to beg for my dick. I want you to moan my name. I want you to be desperate from wanting me so bad.”

She whined miserably, reiterating, “It’s embarrassing,” yet again.

“I am very much looking forward to the process of getting you used to it.”

“Not sure I’ll ever be used to it enough to say things like that out loud,” she admitted.

He hummed, considering. “I’m not gonna have enough strength to fuck you right away, you realize,” Tim pointed out. “I’ll need an orgasm before I’ll be able to manage it.”

She pulled back, her blush intensifying. “I, uh…” She gulped. “You were my first kiss, so… I’ve never made a guy… do that… before…”

He frowned. “I don’t mean I need you to give me an orgasm. I mean I need to feed off an orgasm from you.”

Her mouth fell open. “Oh.”

“Mhm,” he nodded. “‘Oh’ indeed.”

It’s to save him, Lea reminded herself firmly.

“What… what do I need to do?” she breathed.

“Well,” he paused, “you could make yourself cum.” She squeaked at this prospect. “Or I could use my fingers.” Another pause. “Or shit, you could sit on my face if you wanted to. That sounds awesome, actually—“

“That last one is definitely a bit much for me,” she managed.

Tim did a very good job of not looking disappointed, but she could see it in his eyes. “Then do you wanna ride my fingers or show me how you touch yourself?”

Lea squirmed anxiously. “Um. If… if you could, like…”

“Yeah?” he prompted. 

“I’d like it to stay under the covers, so…”

“Why’s that?” he asked gently, sweetly. “Don’t want me to see you?”

“Sorry,” she told him bashfully.

“I’d never make you do anything,” he assured her. “Not gonna lie and say I haven’t been aching for that sexy little body of yours, though.”

“It’s not really little,” she muttered. That was the very thing she was afraid of, after all. She’d seen pictures of him with girls who were half the dress size she was. What if he didn’t think she was attractive in person, mate or no?

He snorted. “What are you, four feet tall?”

She whipped her head up to glare fiercely at him. “I’m almost 5'1”, I’ll have you know.”

“Yes,” he agreed, “you’re tiny. The point stands.”

“Does not,” she grumbled in annoyance.

“Does too,” he countered. “And anyway, it’s fine if you don’t want me to see you naked, I’ll do my best to avoid that if it’ll make you happy, but you should know that I’ve already seen your body and have subsequently had countless orgasms to the thought of said body.”

She blinked at him in astonishment. “You— you have?”

“Sweetheart,” he said gently, “I’m an incubus and you’re my mate. Everything about you is inherently sexy to me and will inevitably turn me on.”

Lea frowned, finding it incredibly difficult to believe—despite the piles upon piles of evidence—that anyone could find her as attractive as he seemed to; the idea that someone so physically perfect, who was around supermodels all the time, could want her this way… Well. It just seemed far-fetched to her.

“You don’t believe me?” he murmured, gaze fixated on her lips.

She licked them self-consciously, and his eyes followed the movement. “Just a bit hard to grasp, I guess.”

“Want me to show you?”

She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Show me?”

“What you do to me,” Tim clarified, albeit rather unhelpfully.

Brain too muddled to consider how he might go about doing that, she said, “Uh. Sure.”

With a downright astonishing lack of shame or modesty, he flipped the covers off of himself. She almost looked on reflex alone before realizing what was happening and keeping her eyes fixed on his face instead.

He laughed at whatever expression she was wearing. “Go ahead, baby. I want you to see.”

Lea gnawed on her lower lip anxiously before slowly—ever so slowly—lowering her gaze down his lithe form to his…

Well. The piercings from her dreams were not, in fact, made up, it would seem. There were those barbels along the base of his shaft, with another just beneath the head. He was startlingly—terrifyingly, really—large, and very, very hard, his dick jutting out proudly away from his abdomen.

She swallowed, and she honestly wasn’t sure if it was due to nervousness or if her mouth was watering.

“Believe me now?” he eventually asked.

“Y— yeah,” she stuttered, her face flaming. “So, uh. The piercings, they’re, um…”

“They’re real, yeah,” he confirmed. “I can get rid of them if you’d prefer.”

Lea wondered what they would taste like, what they’d feel like against her tongue. “No, that’s okay,” she murmured.

“Alright,” he agreed. She wasn’t looking at his face—how could she look away from his dick when it was, like, out in the open that way, all ginormous and hard and pierced?—but she could hear the grin he was most definitely sporting, the smug bastard. “You know I can sense your arousal, right?”

She bristled. “Shut up.”

He shrugged one deliciously bare shoulder. “Just sayin’.” His gaze traveled the length of her body as if she weren’t covered by the blankets at all. “Now that my desire for your incredibly sexy body is evident, are you comfortable with me seeing you naked or are you still wanting to be covered?”

She flushed—or rather, her existing flush deepened—and lowered her gaze to where her hand lay on his chest. “If… if you want to see me, I’d be okay with it.” When she spoke, her voice was quiet, barely a whisper.

“As a reminder,” Tim began gently, “I’ve already seen you, sweetheart. Your body in your dreams, I saw it. The subconscious mind is accurate in its portrayal of the individual in the dreams I plant. I know what you look like already, is my point.”

“Okay,” she told him hesitantly, nodding her assent.

“Here,” he murmured, lifting the hem of the covers and sliding them away from her body. “Let me see you, darling.”

Once her body was revealed to him, he stared at her for so long she was afraid that he’d been wrong and he really did find her repulsive. Finally, however, he croaked, “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

Her flush deepening impossibly further, she fidgeted, rubbing her feet together anxiously.

“Can I…” He gulped. “Can I touch you? And kiss you?” His eyes raked over her bare form. “Fucking hell, please let me kiss you.”

Lea nodded, and then they were kissing, tenderly at first, and then desperately, like he wanted to breathe her in. His hand was cupping her face, sliding into her hair so as to hold her against him, and she instinctively pressed closer to him, her breasts against his side. Feeling her bare body against his in such a way, knowing what they were about to do, what she was going to have with him— it made her nervous, but for once, it wasn’t a bad sort of nervous, maybe her arousal had burned all of that away; it was an excited kind of nervousness, like he’d set fire to her skin when he wrapped his arm around her waist to bring her closer to him.

Trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, Tim squeezed her hip possessively, his fingers flexing and digging into her skin. “Fuck, I love you. Can I touch you?” he rasped. “Please, Lea. Please let me touch you, make you cum.”

Trying to think clearly enough to formulate words felt like trying to wade through molasses, but she found enough scraps of sentience to say, “You can do anything you want to me as long as you keep telling me you love me like that.”

She felt his smile against her skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Fuckin’ love you, sweetheart.”

It was almost startling, how much she wanted this. How much she wanted his hands on her. Hesitantly, she put her palm on his cheek, guiding his lips back to hers.

In response to her initiative, he made a noise somewhere deep in his throat, slipping his tongue into her mouth and moving his hand from her hair to brush against the side of her breast. When she arched into the touch, light as it was, he grasped her breast outright, squeezing gently.

Lea panted into his mouth, whimpering desperately and wanting him closer, impossibly closer. Being pressed flush up against him wasn’t enough; she wanted to melt into him until they couldn’t be sure where one of them ended and the other began.

When his thumb brushed her nipple, she whimpered again, tilting her head and returning his kiss hungrily. He pinched her nipple then, and she moaned outright at that. She hadn’t been aware she was capable of being so turned on; it felt like her desire for him was burning her alive from the inside out.

“Wanna make you cum,” Tim muttered against her lips. “Wanna make you scream for me.”

“Yes,” she panted out, her breath coming in short little gasps. 

He hummed into her mouth, taking her lower lip between his teeth gently and trailing his hand from her breast down the front of her body.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl,” he murmured. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Her nerves were basically nonexistent by that point, so she didn’t hesitate in parting her thighs for him. His hand cupped her, stroking her with long, slender fingers, and she gasped sharply.

“I knew you were wet for me, but feeling it is something else entirely,” he groaned, trailing kisses down her throat to the tops of her breasts and brushing his fingertips over her folds. “You make the sweetest little noises. What noises will you make when you cum, baby? Hm?”

Tim’s lips moved up her neck again, sucking a bruise into the sensitive skin there and effectively short circuiting her brain. She clutched the hair at the base of his neck in her fist, tightening her grip when he touched his index finger to her clit, just barely, hardly a touch at all, but the light contact made her jolt nonetheless.

Chuckling softly at how sensitive she was, he rubbed slow circles around her clit, and all she could do was kiss him harder.

“Yeah?” he breathed, inhaling her desperate whimpers. “That feel good, sweetheart?” Lea could hardly register that she’d been spoken to, let alone respond to him, and he chuckled again when all she could manage was a moan. “C’mon, baby,” he encouraged softly. “Tell me how it feels.”

“G— good,” she forced out, rocking against his hand as he slid a finger down to her entrance, teasing her and thumbing her clit.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he promised, dipping a finger inside her briefly and pressing a bit harder on her clit. “Gonna worship you till the end of time, baby, I swear.”

“Tim,” she gasped, and he circled her clit faster. He seemed to know just what her body wanted, just what she needed, even before she knew it herself.

“Tell me you love me,” he practically begged. “Wanna hear you say it.”

“I love you,” she moaned, and he rewarded her by sliding a finger inside her and hastening the movements of his thumb over her clit.

“Good girl,” Tim growled in her ear. His words—or maybe it was his voice, she wasn’t entirely sure one way or the other—sent a fissure of heat up her spine, and when he began to thrust his finger in and out of her, she bucked her hips on instinct. “There you go,” he encouraged. “Wanna watch you fall apart. Wanna feel you cum around my fingers, then around my cock.” She whimpered at that, and he kissed her neck, where he’d left the bruise before.

“Kiss me,” she begged abruptly, suddenly overtaken by a desperate need to have his lips on hers again. He didn’t hesitate, slanting his mouth over hers and rubbing her clit faster with his thumb, sliding another finger in with the first. He sucked her tongue, and she moaned, rolling her hips in time with every thrust of his fingers inside her.

He hadn’t even been touching her for that long, and Lea was already getting close. She’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so goddamn good that her brain had essentially turned to mush.

“Fuck,” he groaned into her mouth. “I can feel you ‘bout to cum. You gonna, baby? You gonna cum on my fingers?”

“Mhm,” she whined, her voice high-pitched and breathless. “I— I’m gonna—“

“Yeah,” he encouraged, “that’s it. Look at me, sweetheart. Lemme see your eyes when you cum for me.”

Lea hadn’t even realized her eyes had been closed to begin with; all sensation that didn’t involve his hands and fingers had been entirely forgotten. Still, she forced her eyes open, leaning into his palm when he cupped her cheek with the hand that wasn’t occupied between her legs.

It took her a second to register what she was seeing, which was… weird, to say the least. For one, his eyes were glowing. For two, they were bright red.

Strangely enough, however, this didn’t turn her off, or even startle her away from her building orgasm. On the contrary, it only served to arouse her further, though she couldn’t fathom why.

“So perfect for me,” he murmured, rubbing her clit in swift, firm circles as he thrust his fingers inside her, curling them each time. “Cum for me, baby. Give it to me. C’mon.”

Her moans escalated in volume and frequency, as if she’d lost control of her vocal chords, her entire body thrumming with the need for release, and then—

And then she burst, clutching at him tightly, digging her fingers into his shoulders. She came down slowly, blood pounding in her clit so hard that it resonated throughout her entire body.

He collected her into his arms, spent and panting, and held her close. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent. He was pressing gentle kisses to her hair, murmuring softly to her, but the blood rushing in her ears drowned out his words.

After a couple minutes of him holding her and stroking her back, she managed to find the wherewithal to mumble, “Your eyes turned red.”

He was silent for a moment. “Yes.”

“That an incubus thing?” she guessed.

She felt him nod. “Yeah. Happens when I, y’know. Feed.” She hummed, and when she didn’t say anything further, he asked, “Does it, uh… Does it bother you?”

“Nah,” she sighed contentedly, her inhibitions so lowered they basically didn’t exist anymore. “It was pretty hot, to be honest.”

Tim sputtered out a quiet laugh. “Hot? Really?”

“Mhm,” she confirmed, nuzzling him affectionately. “All demon-y and sexy.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he muttered. “Don’t wanna have to close my eyes every time I fuck you or give you an orgasm.”

“No, don’t do that,” Lea giggled. “I love the way you look at me.”

“I love you,” he countered.

She lifted herself away from his neck and was momentarily distracted by the green that had returned to his eyes before she leaned in to kiss him. “I love you, too.”

At her declaration, the arm he had wrapped around her waist tightened. Her skin was still kinda tingly from the orgasm he’d pulled from her, so when he kissed her again, it made her want more of his touch.

His fingers had felt so good—incredible, really—and she wanted to know what his cock would feel like. What would those barbels feel like? What sounds would he make? Would he talk to her, the way he’d done as he pleasured her?

He groaned into her mouth. “Fuck, baby, already? You already wanna cum again?”

“N— not exactly,” she breathed before quickly amending with, “Not that I’d say no, but, um…” Lea gulped anxiously. “Don’t you need to… y’know…?”

He cupped her cheek, his grin sharp and maybe a little bit predatory, which shouldn’t have turned her on, but apparently she was fucked in the head, so it did turn her on.

“Are you asking me to claim you?” His voice was soft and sweet, so at odds with the dangerous-looking gleam in his eyes, and her stomach fluttered with want.

“Claim me how?” she breathed, the words barely more than an exhalation. 

She licked her lips, and he stared at them before saying, “By fucking you, Lea,” in that gentle voice that sent shivers down her spine and set fire to her blood. “Tell me if you want it, sweetheart. I wanna hear you say it.”

Blushing to the roots of her hair, Lea managed to squeak out, “I— I want…” The rest of the statement failed her. She wasn’t even sure how to phrase it.

“If you want me to fuck you,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, “say the words.” She could only stare at him with wide eyes, so he continued, “Say, ‘I want you to fuck me, Timothée.’”

“I want you to…” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Iwantyoutofuckme.”

The words had spilled from her mouth in a jumbled mess, so he said, “Clearer, darling. Can’t understand you when you talk that fast.”

Lea glared at him. She knew damn well he could understand her just fuckin’ fine, thank you very much. He was a certifiable expert in deciphering her anxiety-speak. But she wanted this so bad, and she loved him so much, and she desperately wanted to please him, so…

Mustering up courage she absolutely did not feel, she exhaled slowly and said, “I want you to fuck me, Timothée.”

He smirked, and it somehow reminded her of both a knife and the Cheshire Cat, and then he was kissing her again.

She melted into him without thinking about it, kissing him back hungrily. He sat up, pulling her with him and into his lap.

“Tim,” she gasped out as he mouthed at her neck, “is— is this—“ As it turned out, it was very difficult to think or speak when he was in the process of giving her a hickey, so naturally, she cut herself off.

Tim, however, seemed to have a significantly clearer head. “What is it?”

Her mind felt unstable and wobbly, like jello during an earthquake, so it took her a second to remember what she’d wanted to ask him. “Is this, y’know. A meal to you?” He pulled back, looking somewhat offended, so she hastily added, “I— I know that you love me, I just… Would you still want this with me even if I wasn’t your mate, if you weren’t gonna die without it?”

He stared at her incredulously. “Lea, there is absolutely no scenario, situation, or universe in which I would not fall in love with you. Therefore, there is also no scenario, situation, or universe in which I would not want to fuck you senseless.”

Lea wasn’t entirely sure what to say to that, so she pressed her lips to his instead. As they kissed, he reached down between them to position himself at her entrance, and she gasped at the sensation. She could feel the cool metal of the uppermost barbel against her skin, and she was so entranced by it that she hardly noticed when he moved both hands to her hips.

“I love you,” he breathed into her mouth.

“I… I love you, too,” she gasped out, her brain muddled by the way his tip brushed against her drenched folds.

He tightened his hold on her hips, brushing his lips over hers again with a murmur of, “Sink down onto me, baby. Nice and slow, okay?”

“Y— yeah,” she managed to stutter out. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto his length. She winced, clenching her eyes shut. He was huge, and she wasn’t sure if this was gonna work.

“You’re okay,” Tim praised gently. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it, I promise. Just be patient.”

She was skeptical of this, but still, she trusted him—more than that, she loved him; adored him, really—, so she gave herself time to adjust before sinking a tiny bit further into him. He murmured soft encouragements into her hair; telling her how perfect she was, how much he loved her, how beautiful she was.

It took awhile, but eventually, she was seated fully in his lap, her arms draped over his shoulders and her face buried in his neck as she panted with exertion.

“This is not the way it was in my dreams,” she complained against his skin.

“No,” he agreed, running a gentle hand up and down her back as he brushed a kiss to her temple, “it’s better, ‘cause this is real.”

Smiling despite herself, she murmured, “Yeah.”

“How do you feel?” he asked her softly.

Lea considered this for a long moment. “I feel… full.” She paused, adjusting herself slightly. “And I can’t feel your, uh… your piercings as much as I thought I would.” She adjusted herself again, and he groaned softly.

“Until you’re ready for me to move, can you please stay still?” he practically begged.

She blinked in surprise. “Oh, uh. Yeah, sure.”

After a couple minutes of Tim holding her, he finally asked, “How you feelin’, baby? Does it hurt?”

“I don’t think so,” she said softly, pushing away from his neck to readjust and see how it felt. She flushed when she saw the red in his eyes and realized he was feeding on her again—why was that so sexy? Why was she into that? What was wrong with her?—before shifting her pelvis slightly. A quiet gasp escaped her, and she caught the smirk he tried to hide.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he drawled.

“Shut up,” she muttered, her face flaming in embarrassment.

“Don’t think I will, no.” The stupid prick was still smirking at her, and she tried to glare at him, but he was too goddamn sexy with his hair falling over his eyes like that, and having him inside her was really starting to feel good. One of his hands traveled up her body to cup her breast, squeezing and kneading it, tugging gently on her nipple. When she gasped again, his grin sharpened like the blade of a knife. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Lemme show you how to move, okay?” 

He pulled his hand from her nipple, and the tug made her whimper, but then both of his hands were on her hips again, and he encouraged her to move back and forth, rocking against him.

“There you go,” Tim encouraged lowly, his gaze locked onto where they were joined. “Go slow till you get used to it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.” He reached for her hands, lifting them up to drape them over his shoulders again. “Roll your hips, baby.”

She did so, moaning at the way he filled her. “Like this?” Her voice was so breathless and high-pitched that she barely recognized it as her own, but he seemed to like it, judging by the way his eyes—still red, still sexier than they should be—flashed up to hers and his hands tightened on her hips.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Do whatever feels good. I wanna make you feel good.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, murmuring, “You feel good,” against his lips.

“Yeah?” She felt him grinning, even as he kissed her. “Can you go a little faster? See how you like it?”

She rocked her hips a bit faster, fisting a hand in his hair and sucking his tongue into her mouth in a way that she’d learned he liked.

After a few seconds of desperate, hungry kissing, he moved his mouth down her neck and murmured, “Gonna try something, okay?”

“Uh huh,” Lea gasped out mindlessly, unable to think of anything but the way he felt inside her.

He reached around her, gripping her ass firmly, and lifted her partially off of him. She squeaked in surprise, not at all expecting him to be that strong—it was an incubus thing, wasn’t it? It was totally an incubus thing, and she really shouldn’t find that as attractive as she apparently did—, but her squeak turned into a loud moan when he dropped her back down on him, the force of her own weight making her slam down onto his cock. Before he could pick her up again, however, she lifted herself off of him and slammed back down. Throwing her head back, she moaned again, gripping his shoulders for leverage.

“Yeah, baby,” he encouraged, his voice strained and hoarse. “Bounce on my cock. Fuck yourself on it.”

“Tim,” she whined desperately. “Oh god, Tim—“

“I know,” he gasped. “Fuck, I know.”

She’d had no idea sex could feel so good. She never wanted it to end, she wanted this forever—

“You’ll have it forever, Lea,” he pointed out, and she realized she’d actually voiced her thoughts aloud, but she couldn’t find it in herself to feel embarrassed about it. How could she when he was making her feel so incredible? “You can have this any time you want. Gonna spend the rest of existence fucking you, sweetheart. Making you cum.”

She couldn’t recall why that was a bad idea at that exact moment; all she could do was bounce on him over and over, all she could think was, yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes—

“Your pussy’s a fuckin’ dream, babydoll,” he was babbling. “Can’t believe you’re mine, that I get to have this, that I get to have you, fuck—“

She moaned again, bouncing on him as hard and fast as she could. Her thighs were burning, but she hardly even noticed.

He squeezed one of her breasts roughly, and she wondered if his touch would bruise her— actually, she kinda hoped it would. She wanted him to bruise her everywhere.

“Tell me you like it,” he demanded. “Tell me you want more.”

“I like it, I like it,” she chanted, fucking herself on him, chasing that delicious sensation of fullness. “More, more, I want more, fuck, it’s so good, Tim—“

Something about the way she’d whined his name seemed to flip a switch in him, and he shoved her down abruptly onto the mattress. There was something feral in his eyes, and it wasn’t just the fact that they were glowing red— it was something else entirely, something neither of them could name, and whatever it was made him fuck into her so roughly it started to scoot her across the bed, but he pinned her wrists down to keep her there.

Lea spread her legs wider, wanting to take him deeper into her, as deep as he could go, she wanted—

She wanted—

Fuck it all, she wanted him to get her pregnant. She wanted it so desperately she was fairly certain she’d die if he didn’t. His eyes—still glowing red, fuck but it was sexy—watched her intently, and she could’ve sworn he knew somehow, knew she what she was wanting, what she was needing, what she’d always been needing. 

“T— Tim,” she whimpered. “I— I love you, I—“

“Love you, too,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss her. It was all teeth and tongue and hunger, and when he released one of her wrists, she immediately grasped his hair, tangling the curls between her fingers. “Touch yourself,” he demanded sharply, his voice serrated and edged, sharp and dangerous in a way that made her tingle down to her very toes.

His free hand grasped her breast, and he pulled away from her lips, only to fasten them firmly to her nipple. She moaned, arching up into his mouth and rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.

It took a few seconds for his command to register with her addled brain, but once it did, her hand shot down to where they were joined, and she barely had to rub her clit at all to stimulate it, what with the force he was thrusting into her with jolting her body so quickly and roughly, so she just let her fingers rest there, and that, combined with the sharp movements of him driving into her and the way he was sucking her nipple, had her hurtling towards the edge at a rate that would’ve been incredibly embarrassing if all sense hadn’t been so thoroughly fucked out of her by that point.

He knew Lea was about to cum, it seemed like, and she could’ve sworn his eyes burned an even brighter red than before when he growled, “Cum. Cum. Now.”

It was as if she had no control over her body whatsoever, as if she were a puppet attached to strings he alone held sway over, because no sooner had he given the command did her orgasm rip through her like a tsunami of pleasure so intense she wasn’t entirely sure it wouldn’t drown her.

Before her orgasm had finished, he kissed her, fucking her harder so as to prolong her release, and she knew, somehow, that the way he was kissing her—possessive, desperate, starving—meant more than she understood in the moment, but all she wanted was to kiss him back with the same amount of fervor he had for her. He groaned into her mouth then, the sound coming from his throat, and then his thrusts slowed before ceasing entirely, and he collapsed atop her.

“Well,” he panted out, “that was awesome.”

“Uh huh,” Lea said, her mind feeling as if it had been filled with cotton.

He lifted his head to grin down at her, and then declared, “Let’s do it again.”

Eyes widening in shock, she shook her head. “I’m gonna need, like… a decade before I can do that again, Tim.” For god’s sake, couldn’t guys not go again after they’d orgasmed? “Aren’t you, like, full or something?”

He frowned for a second before laughing, leaning down to kiss her nose. “It’s not like regular hunger. I can’t overindulge.” He sighed, lifting himself off of her and pulling out in the process, “But I’m sure it’s tiring for you. I don’t usually…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

Lea blinked up at him, propping herself up on her elbows to examine his bashful expression. “You don’t usually… what?”

“I don’t usually stick around after I’ve finished,” he admitted.

“Haven’t you, like. Dated before?” she asked, frowning.

“I have,” Tim confirmed, looking down at his hands. “But not humans.”

Lea’s frown deepened. “You’ve never dated a human?”

“I’ve dated humans.” He glanced up at her briefly before returning his gaze to his hands. “Just… not in a very long time.”

“Oh.”

Ah. Well. There was that jealous feeling again. Of both his human exes and his Otherworlder exes. Lovely. What did it even matter? This was supposed to be a one time thing anyway! Just to save him, right?

…Right?

“Lea,” he sighed, reaching out to take her hand in his. She didn’t look at him, though. “There’s no one for me but you now, okay?”

“Okay,” she grumbled.

“Hey.” His voice was firm now, and he gripped her chin and lifted her face to his. “I can’t feed off anyone but you, and I’m not interested in regular sex with anyone who isn’t you because I love you. You’re it.” His eyes searched hers. “Okay?”

Fucking hell, but when he looked at her like that, with those stupidly perfect eyes, she forgot about everything else. “Okay.”

“Good.” 

With that, he cleaned her up and pulled her back underneath the covers. He pressed a kiss to her forehead with a murmur of, “I love you.”

Lea’s eyes closed, and as exhaustion overtook her, she smiled and said, “I love you, too.”

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[pandxraboxx]

nome: timothée petite origem: frança espécie: incubus

foi convencido a ir na estúpida missão pra abrir a caixa de pandora graças a eddie, que o convenceu que teria sexo com quem quisesse quando eles voltassem. claro, isso nunca aconteceu, para a RAIVA do incubus. isso é algo que ele guarda até os dias atuais, mesmo que tanto tempo já tenha se passado. ele também se afastou de algumas pessoas do grupo, afinal, sua estadia sempre varia de onde está seu interesse.

#[ o sobrenome foi minha maior jogada aqui sim q ] #❪❪ introducing the demons ❫❫ #❪❪ timothée petite ❫❫

[supershadowywitch]

My Daemons

Okay, so I’ve decided to start making a list of my daemons since they’re begging for one. These are in no particular order and if you have any questions for any of them or me we’d love to answer. Please don’t be shy!

Okay quick disclaimer: Until I was 17-18 I didn’t realize I had daemons. I had thought they were just imaginary characters I created to ward off my loneliness. I feel utterly terrible for putting my daemons through that and is most certainly not the right way to treat them.

Ash: Oh boy, Ash is one of my strongest and oldest daemons. He acts as my protector and sometimes acts as a familiar. 

Diggory: I think Diggory is Ash’s boyfriend but they’re relationship is really rocky. I created him as a way to help Ash learn to be more civil and to have someone to play with when I was busy. (This was a time when I didn’t have very many daemons)

Ashley: She is the twin sister of Ash. She's older then Ash but appears younger and looks a lot like me. She’s gone through some really rough times throughout the years and has sort of ended up mostly mute. I’ve been trying to find ways to help her but it’s a very slow process.

Gunner: ... I don’t really know what to say about this guy actually. He’s the gun slinging boyfriend of Ashly who protects us when the rest are busy. He doesn’t exactly likes to be called a daemon but says it’s better then being called a tulpa. Not sure why.

Sabriel: A somewhat retired spirit hunter that decided to bond with the daemon I was making at the time. When I was younger she taught me a lot of protective magic.

Sam: A incubus that loves himself and everyone around him. He will try and sleep with everyone and anyone he can. He helps me regulate my sexual desire and helps me out with love spells and some personal trouble.

Jase: .... Just one of those weird daemons I don’t fully know how he came to be other then I found him one day in my head playing with some dolls. He’s childlike and acts innocent but has a deep love for raw flesh, and hurting those that hurt me. He loves to make living dolls that creep everyone out and chitter. When someone makes him cry everyone scatters as to not have Christian’s wrath brought upon them.

Christian (2): A big guy who helps me control my anger and is a massive part of helping my wards be stronger and protect me. He has a deep fatherly love for Jase and if someone makes Jase cry he will personally see to their painful death. Luckly most daemons let Jase and Christian be alone.

Christian (1): I’m not too sure why but for some reason I have two Christians that act the exact same and look pretty much the same except some minor clothing differences. The major difference is that Christian 1 doesn’t have a head and I don’t know why. He says he lost it but he’s also in no big rush to find it cuz he likes being without a head... I don’t know why. He just uses a sort of sign language to speak that he says is German sign language but I’m not entire sure.

Marci: Oh boy Marci.... Marci is a spell caster that helps translate my library worth of spell books I’ve either gathered from spirits or past lives (I’m not entirely sure which) She’s a motherly figure to most and helps remind me to eat when I forget.

Nayola: Sabriel’s younger sister. When first created I thought of her as a wendigo but much later after a friend of mine helped me make her into a much more solid form we found out she's a forest changeling. She used to be very animal like with a massive appetite but has since become into a young woman with large antlers. As of right now we are working together to strengthen our bond and work with fae magic.

Raoul: He’s like the doctor to all of the daemons and loves to read medical text books with me. He helps to remember useful medical facts and study up on medical herbs. He’s not a massive fan of magic and often dismisses it... even if he was created by magic.

Blondie: Okay his real name is Timothée Cazenave but everyone calls him Blondie. He’s usually laid back but helps me work with business things, lists of ingredients or cooking. 

Alan - Ash and Ashley’s young cousin who loves gardening and all things fairy related. He’s a fae type of daemon that has his own garden in my mind protected by massive thorn bushes. He loves to talk with me and let’s me relax in his garden when I’m under a lot of pressure.

Eric: Eric is Alan’s boyfriend and is a human. I’m not entire sure what he does but Alan asked me for a boyfriend so I created him one. They really do love each other.

Black: I don’t know if that’s his real name but it’s all he says I should call him. He’s a drama king most of the time and loves to blare his organ in the basement of my head to annoy everyone. We don’t talk much anymore but he seems happy to watch “Phantom of the Opera” all the time and write music to annoy Ash with later.

Phoenix: A mute little girl to is sort of like a wife to Black. She makes sure he doesn’t play his music too loudly (unless Ash made her angry that day) and helps make sure no spirits are getting through the wards on the lower levels of my mind. She speaks by using large cartoon like signs that she pulls out at random and loves to smack Ash with. (He’s quite the trouble maker)

Victor: (Deceased) Victor was a nice guy for a long time. He was my playmate when I was young and helped me through some difficult times. When I got older I had some really bad undiagnosed depression and he ended up going insane. He was scared and frustrated at me and at the time I was terrified of him. He threatened to hurt and kill me and I actually believed him. One day when I was with all my daemons and he was lashing out at me I ended up killing him. After that all my Damons except Ash disappeared and for a long while it was just the two of us before I decided to try again and make things better.

Red: I don’t know what Red was supposed to be. He was one of Ash’s cousins. Maybe a few years older but I haven’t talked to him for a long while. I don’t think he’s really forgiven me for killing this brother Victor. I don’t blame him really.

Louis/Lizzy: This person is a gender fluid spirit that loves to bake and be a sort of therapist to all of the daemons. I don’t see them often as they do a lot of work with my old daemons that have retreated into areas of my mind I can’t quite reach.

Emily: She’s Louis/Lizzy’s girlfriend. She calls herself a voodoo priestess although I’m not sure why as I didn’t design her that way. However she has an extensive Knowledge about hoodoo and voodoo that helps me when I work with voodoo or hoodoo. She’s sort of a strict mother hen to everyone and can very easily be found smacking Ash or Sam with a wooden spoon when they get into trouble.

White zombie dragon: ... yeah I don’t know either but for some reason I have a 40 foot long white zombie dragon in my mind and he claims to be a daemon of mine. I don’t know how this one came to be other then possibly coming from an obscure story of mine.

Ten: (Possibly deceased) I’m not too sure what happened to Ten. He was a fallen angel daemon that worked some small magic but mostly kept to himself. He was there for another daemon of mine but she’s absorbed herself into her work so he’s be left alone. A little while ago I found out he was helping a spirit that wanted to harm me. He was leaving holes in my barriers to let this evil spirit in. I disciplined him for this but he kept doing it so I told him if he was found talking or helping the spirit again he would be thrown out. I didn’t have the heart to kill him after that happened to Victor. Ash begged him to heed my warnings but he didn’t and I ended up tossing him out and told him if he wanted to repent I’d let him back in. He had a choice and knew I would let him come back but he hasn’t come back yet. I kinda miss him but I feel like I did the right thing instead of killing him.

Beast: Another really old daemon that helps my way between my conscious thoughts and subconscious separated. We rarely talk and when we do it’s usually about this shadow person of myself we call “the Insanity” which he keeps locked up in my subconscious. I don’t know why the Insanity is there other then it might be a tulpa I made when I was in really deep depression. All it wants is to destroy me so Beast keeps it locked up.

Lurker: This guy was one of a sort of set that were going to be made to fit my different magics with. However the plans were scrapped after two so he sits at a reception desk in this empty two story hotel in the middle of a forest. He works only with tarot cards but instead of normal tarot cards he uses playing cards. He’s very quiet and just waits for someone to walk in the front doors.

Puppeteer: Oaky, I’ll put this straight out. Puppeteer shouldn’t have been made at all. She was the same base idea as Lurker and was going to have a massive group of daemons to work with. Puppeteer was designed off of the question of “What would I look like/do if I was soulless?” Worst. Fucking. Idea. EVER. She is a horrible person who will do anything as long as it involves violence. She creates dolls (what she calls “poppets”) to control and torture her victims. I’ve ended up locking her in her room in the hotel. We both know she’s going to die one day and I think the thing that unnerves me the most is that she’s okay with that. Every time I let her out she taunts someone to kill her because she knows I won’t be able to bring myself to do it until she breaks a rule that the daemons and I have set up to protect ourselves from daemons like Victor.

Seeker/Sly’ly: I’m mashing these two together since they’re almost the exact same. They protect my physical and spiritual heart from any possible attacks or spells that would go after it. They make sure I present myself as strong and powerful when I feel scared and help me when I need quiet. 

Luce: I think he’s a shapeshifter that sheds his skin each time he turns into a different human but not when he turns into a different animal. He’s a good friend of Sabriel and works in a roadhouse/big bar that the daemons go to when they want to get drunk (usually). He's sweet and has a really weird habit of sleeping on the pool table and loves to talk about his time trying to kill a mole (he’s basically retelling a comedian’s story about a mole). I sometimes go talk to him when I feel like getting spiritually drunk without partying.

Basil: Basil is a milk chocolate and white furred fae ferret that has a stubbly tail and loves to annoy people. He was created after I finished collage as a way to heal myself after all of the pressure. He was a little different from the rest of my Damons as he was made first into a physical form – a stuffed animal – before a daemon form. He’s supposed to protect me from the nightmares I suffer but I think he’s slaking a little. Although I can’t really blame him when he’s fighting bigger monsters off. (Or at least that’s what he tells me) Alan and Marci love him while the rest think he’s a little devil. He’s the only one on record to have made Jase cry and not have a furious Christian upon him. (I think Christian just didn’t want to hurt a tiny animal that just accidentally scared Jase)

I may add more as they come up but that’s all of them that want to show up right now.

#daemons #Holy shit this is a lot when I write them out #please ask us questions!!!

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter Four: Visit Me When I Am Dead & Gone

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

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Darling, don’t you weep. There’s a place for me, somewhere we can sleep. Darling, don’t you cry. Head fast towards the light. Foolish men have tried, but only you have shown me how to love being alive. Until it’s time to see the light, I’ll make my own with you each night. I’ll kidnap all the stars and I will keep them in your eyes… Darling, don’t you weep. There’s a place for me, somewhere we can sleep. I’ll see you in your dreams.- Halsey, Darling

She froze. All thought ceased.

“I—“ she sputtered. “What?”

“You’re my mate,” he repeated. “I know you don’t want any sort of relationship, so I never told you. I wouldn’t have told you at all, honestly, if you hadn’t asked. I only wanted to see your face when I…” he trailed off.

Her legs chose that exact moment to give out, and she collapsed on the bench next to him. “I can’t be.”

“You have a mark on your pelvic bone. Raised, like a scar,” he informed her, as if she weren’t aware. He sounded exhausted, as if every word was a great effort. “It’s the outline of a star with eight points.”

Lea stared at him. “How do you know about my birthmark?”

“It’s not exactly a birthmark.” He closed his eyes, seemingly too tired to keep them open. “It’s a symbol of fertility.”

“A symbol of what?” she squeaked out, aghast. “It’s just a birthmark. My sisters have it, too, it’s genetic—“

“Of course it’s genetic,” he chuckled. “That doesn’t mean it’s a birthmark.”

“How are you so sure what it is, then?”

“The culture that first identified the mates of my species had a seven-pointed star as a fertility symbol,” Tim went on. “I don’t know how or why you have it. I was too far away when the marks first appeared and the first incubus—or succubus, who knows what it was?—was born millions of years before I was, and word didn’t exactly travel quickly in those times. It’s only been fairly recently that I learned the exact origin of the marks. They didn’t always exist.”

She furrowed her brows in thought. “Where are you from, exactly? Where do incubi come from?”

“Sumeria was where the marks come from,” he sighed, leaning his head back against the bench. “No one remembers when or where incubi came into being. Could be the beginning of time, I don’t know. If the first ones are still around, they certainly don’t remember anything from that long ago. As for me, I was born in southern France. My mom’s human and my dad’s an incubus—she and my dad wear glamours around people who aren’t aware of what my dad is—so they don’t actually look any older than me. Anyway, the civilization my mom was born into is long dead. I don’t remember the name of it. Neither does she. It’s been a long time.”

“So…” She gulped nervously, her throat tight. “You’re closer in age to your mom than you are to me?”

He turned to face her again. “I suppose I am, yes. She was younger than you when she had me.”

“This is… weird,” she admitted.

“I imagine it would be weird for you,” he agreed with a nod. “It’s not weird for me, though. My dad and my mom are further apart in age than we are.”

She blinked. “How old is your dad?”

Tim shrugged. “No clue. I don’t know and neither does he. It’s been too long. He remembers the agricultural revolution, and that he was very old by that point already.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “The agricultural revolution was twelve thousand years ago.”

He nodded. “Yup.”

“Your dad is twelve thousand years old.”

He shook his head then. “No. Like I said, he was older than he could remember by that point. We aren’t sure, but we suspect he’s at least twenty thousand years old. He recognized some pictures of pottery we saw from around that time.”

Her head was spinning.

“And my birthmark— how do you know it’s… that?” she asked anxiously.

“My parents are like us. That’s how we reproduce, is with our mates. I’ve known what to expect from my mate since I could talk, and I’ve known what the marks mean for centuries.”

“And if you haven’t seen mine, why are you so sure I have it?”

He opened one eye, his lips lifting up into a small, barely-there grin. “Are you sure you want me to answer that? You may be happier not knowing.”

Lea narrowed her eyes at him. “Tell me.”

“Very well,” he sighed, closing both eyes again. “I want a lot of women on some kind of base level. Maybe even most women. But it’s never specific, really. It doesn’t feel directed at anyone in particular. With you, though…” A wistful sigh. “As soon as I met you, I knew that I needed you and no one else. I have this ridiculously strong urge to fuck your brains out, and it never really goes away.” She blanched at his crude words, but he continued. “But I don’t just want to fuck you, I need to fuck you. When I’m with you, everything in me is constantly screaming to hold you down and put my child inside you, over and over and over again. From the moment I looked into your eyes for the first time, I knew I wanted—needed—to hold you and kiss you and love you. I didn’t even know your name, but I knew you were meant for me.”

It didn’t make sense. It made no fucking sense. “Are you messing with me?” she demanded.

Now that she was no longer touching him, his skin was getting paler by the second, and his breaths were getting more and more shallow. 

“No, I’m not. I know I look like shit right now,” he informed her. “Come closer to me and take my hand. I’ll show you what your proximity, your touch, does to me.”

Skeptically, she sat down close to him on the bench and took his hand.

“Watch,” he murmured, threading their fingers together.

Lea observed closely as, starting at where her hand was clasping his, his skin regained its natural color and his breathing evened out again.

“What’s happening?” she asked nervously, her voice shaky and hesitant.

“Your touch alone could probably keep me alive for another week or so, provided it’s nonstop.” He considered for a moment. “It certainly doesn’t hurt that you’re so attracted to me, either. Sexual attraction doesn’t do much, really, but it makes my situation more pleasant.”

“I’m— I’m not—“ she sputtered, and Tim laughed. It wasn’t unkind, merely… amused. 

“I’m an incubus, sweetheart,” he reminded her gently. “I know when someone is sexually attracted to me.” 

She flushed, looking down at their clasped hands instead of directly at him. She didn’t want to let go of him; what if it was the only thing keeping him alive?

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He reached over, brushing her hair from her face and cupping her cheek so as to tilt her face up towards him again. “You’d be attracted to me even if you weren’t my mate. It’s probably somewhat stronger because you are, though.”

Lea had always thought she’d done a pretty good job of ignoring his rather obnoxious level of sexiness. She looked down, her face still flaming.

“What do you remember of the dreams?” he asked after a moment.

Her head snapped up. “The… the what?”

“The dreams,” Tim repeated with a smile that quickly morphed into a chuckle at her expression. “I’m an incubus, remember? I don’t generally enter dreams, but I had to know how you felt about me.” A wistful smile. “And anyway, I couldn’t have planted anything in that pretty little head of yours if you didn’t want it already. Plus, if you’ll recall, it was you who initiated the sex, not me.”

She sputtered uselessly. “I— I don’t know why I—“

Tim chuckled. “It’s alright. At least I won’t die from your lack of wanting me. That would be a tremendous blow to a creature like me.”

“If only I can save you, what do I need to do?”

“As I told you before,” he sighed, “nothing I’d ask of you.”

“But I can do something,” she persisted. “Tell me what it is.”

He stared at her. “I think you know what it is, Lea.”

When she blushed this time, it spread all the way down to her chest, below the hemline of her shirt. His gaze followed it, making her skin feel even more heated.

“How far does that flush go, I wonder?” Tim murmured. After a moment, however, he seemed to shake himself out of whatever stupor he’d fallen into and his eyes met hers again. “In any case, I’m not telling you this to try to convince you of anything.”

“I don’t want you to die, but I can’t—“ she cut herself off, tears filling her eyes. “I can’t do that, I promised myself I would never do that with anyone, I—“

“I know,” he assured her gently. “I know. It’s okay. I never expected you to. I’d never coerce anyone into sex, but you…” He sighed again, looking away from her momentarily. “You are everything. I want you to have whatever it is you want. If me giving you what you want means me not touching you, I’m happy for that.”

Her eyes widened. “You shouldn’t feel that strongly for me, Tim.”

He smiled ruefully at her. “If you’re saying I shouldn’t love you, my darling, I’m afraid it’s far too late for that.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” he asked. “As soon as I met you, you became the center of my existence. Everything I am revolves around you now. That’s how it’s meant. You told me in one of your dreams that you can’t give someone power over you, and I said that it’s you who has power over me, but the truth is, that doesn’t really scratch the surface of precisely how much power you have over me. An incubus’ mate holds his existence—his happiness, his life, the very core of his being—in the palm of her hand. I’ve always known that my mate would bring me one of two things: either eternal happiness and love… or death.” He took a breath. “And I’m fine with that, Lea. Truly. It doesn’t bother me.”

“But you have so much left to do,” she reminded him tearfully. “So much left to be, to experience.”

He smiled slightly. “I would’ve made more movies, I suppose. But other than that, I’ve experienced just about everything there is. I learned to read and write in cuneiform. I saw the fall of Troy and was there when Rome was founded, and when it fell. I met Socrates and Plato. I remember Charlagmne’s coronation and the Norman Conquest. I found it amusing to play Henry V because I knew him. I’ve seen the Plague overtake Europe and Joan of Arc’s execution. I remember Columbus—he was a total dickhead in person, too, by the way—, the American and French revolutions, both World Wars— you name it, I can probably tell you where I was at the time. I’ve seen everything there is to see, experienced more than anyone could ever dream of, and I promise you, the idea of dying no longer scares or bothers me.”

“But I don’t want you to die,” she insisted. “You… you mean a lot to me.”

Tim stared at her. “I know,” he said after a few beats, “but you can’t give me what’s necessary to keep me alive, sweetheart. It’s okay. I don’t mind it. I’m not upset with you, and it’s not your fault I need this from you to survive.”

Tears were trickling down her cheeks, and he reached out to brush them away.

“Don’t cry for me, love. This is probably the best way I could go, aside from being naked in your arms.”

“Is there anything else I can do, any other way I can help?” she persisted.

He hummed. “You could kiss me, I suppose. It wouldn’t—“

Lea didn’t even let him finish before she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. He was frozen for a moment before wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer, his free hand sinking into her hair. She didn’t know how to kiss, really, but if this would help him, would save him, she’d do it as long as he needed.

The tears wouldn’t stop falling, though, so he eventually pulled away from her and brushed them from her face again. “You’re still crying,” he observed.

“I don’t want you to die,” she sobbed miserably. “I want to save you. I want to help you.”

“Kissing me will buy me a few hours. Maybe a day. You can’t save me, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

She buried her face in his neck and cried harder.

He rubbed her back reassuringly. “It’s alright, love. Your happiness comes first.”

“I’d be happier if you lived,” she sniffled.

Tim sighed, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. “You don’t want to be with me the way I need, Lea,” he reminded her gently. “And that’s okay. I’ve held you, I’ve kissed you— I will die a very happy man.”

Eventually, after a bit more kissing—tearfully on her part—, he had enough strength to where he insisted upon walking her home.

She hugged him before he walked away from her doorstep, sobbing into his chest some more. “I don’t want you to die. I want to help.”

“You could kiss me again and buy me a few more hours,” he teased gently.

She still did it, though, teasing or not, and he kissed her back slowly, passionately. 

Lovingly. 

Finally, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. “Goodbye, Lea.”

With one last sweet, gentle kiss, he left, and she knew she’d never see him again.

Goodbye, Tim.

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HOW MANY WORDS CAN I WRITE OF THE INCUBUS FIC IN THE LAST TEN MINUTES OF MY BREAK LET’S FIND OUT

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The bad news: I have worked on exactly zero (0) of my published WIPs.

The good news: I’m working on an incubus!Timothée AU, and I’m probably close to done.

There is a ✨certain aspect✨ inspired by @darksideofthecocoamoon’s masterpiece (she signed off on said aspect, I will say which one once it’s out, but rest assured she’s aware 😉)

Anyway so look forward to fuck or die elements with this one ✌️

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Wanted to let everybody know I’m gonna start posting the incubus au tonight and will be posting a chapter a day until it’s fully posted. There are seven chapters, excluding the epilogue. I have all but the epilogue complete (about 25% done with that, I suspect). More info, including a summary and warnings, will be included in my usual info post.

Biiiiiiiig thanks to @darksideofthecocoamoon for allowing me to use her phenomenal fic for ✨special spicy inspo✨ (if you haven’t read that one yet, that’s a fuckin mistake and you all need to go read it right this second and tell everyone you know to do the same)

And a huge thanks to @softhecreator for this incredible moodboard!

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SORRY GUYS I FELL ASLEEP AND FORGOT TO POST THE EPILOGUE IMMA POST IT NOW

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Incubus fic is done btw total wordcount is a bit over 31k hope you guys enjoy it 😘

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Chapter five of the incubus au is in less than twenty minutes, you guys! If the last chapter made you question whether or not to continue reading, give this one a go before you decide lmao

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In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter Seven: You Come Around & The Armor Falls, Pierce the Room Like a Cannonball

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. And my mama swore that she would never let herself forget. And that was the day that I promised that I’d never sing of love if it does not exist. But darling, you are the only exception.- Paramore, The Only Exception

It took a second for the words to sink in. “I’m on birth control, so I doubt I’m pregnant.”

Um…” He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. “No, that wouldn’t really… I mean, hormonal birth control doesn’t have any effect on Otherworlders, so…”

She stopped breathing.

“I can’t be pregnant,” she told him slowly. “I can’t be. I’m… I’m twenty, Tim. I just turned twenty less than four months ago!” 

“Y— yes,” he stuttered out awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I thought you knew. I figured my mom would’ve told you.” He paused, tilting his head in consideration. “Actually, it’s likely she would’ve assumed I would’ve told you, so it wouldn’t have occurred to her to reiterate what she figured you’d already know…”

She stared at him in disbelief. “I cannot possibly be pregnant.”

“Would it really be so bad if you were?” His voice was soft, timid. As if he were afraid of her answer.

“Would it—“ she sputtered. “Of course it would be!” He flinched, but she continued, “It’s not that I don’t love you, of course I do, it’s just it would completely disrupt my life! How can I go back if I’m fucking pregnant, I—“

“Wait,” he cut her off. “Go back? What do you mean go back?”

“Go back to my life,” she said impatiently. “You’re alive, you’re okay. You don’t need me anymore. I can go back to my life. We can go back to being friends and nothing else...” She paused before grumbling, “I’ve just been procrastinating on it.”

“Why would you think that?” he asked, astonishment clear in his voice.

She blinked at him. “Why wouldn’t I think that?”

Tim started to pace back and forth, raking his hand through his curls. “I— I told you I can’t feed off anyone else now. You’re it. And I thought you were okay with that. I thought you loved me.” His voice broke then. “Did you lie? Did you not mean it? Do you not love me?”

“Of course I love you!” she hurriedly insisted. “It’s not that I don’t love you, of course I love you, how could I not?”

“Then why?” he demanded, pinning her with his gaze. “Why would you want to leave me?”

“I don’t want to leave you,” she admitted. “I just can’t stay.”

“But why?” he pressed. “If you want to stay, if you love me, why would you leave?”

Her heart was pounding in her chest, blood thrumming in her ears, and she abruptly blurted out, “I don’t want to be vulnerable.” He did nothing but stare at her, so she rushed on, “I’ve never wanted that kind of vulnerability. You’d never intentionally hurt me, I know you wouldn’t, but you could. You could destroy me, irreparably shatter my heart into a million tiny little pieces. I’ve spent my whole life avoiding this exact thing—actually, no, something easier than this, less intense than this, ‘cause I figured it’d be with a human if it happened—and here I am, loving someone when I wish I could’ve avoided it, just like my mom did, and you could rip me apart the same way she got ripped apart, and I’d— I’d fucking let you. I’d let you destroy me if you wanted to.” She paused, her chest heaving, and then hoarsely asked, “Do you have any idea how terrifying that is for me?”

Tim looked at her for a long moment. “Lea, if anyone tried to hurt you, including me, I don’t… I don’t even know what I’d do.”

She blinked away tears she hadn’t noticed until they gathered at her eyelashes. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve killed before,” he told her, looking away momentarily. “To save my own life, to save the lives of others. It’s been a few centuries, but… yeah. It’s happened before. I try not to think about it. But for you…” He paused, sighing and tilting his head back, exposing the length of his neck that was far more attractive than it had any right to be, really. “For you,” he went on, “I’d raze cities if I had to. If anyone tried to hurt you.”

She crossed her arm over her abdomen, cupping her elbow. “I wouldn’t want you to do that.”

He nodded. “I’m sure you wouldn’t, but I don’t think it’d be up to either of us, really.” A hoarse laugh. “Incubi don’t exactly have a great track record with self control when their mates—their children, too—are threatened or harmed.”

Children.

Lea focused on her breathing; in and out, in and out. “How likely is it that I’m pregnant?”

He looked at her for awhile, his face blank in that way she knew meant he was trying to hide his emotions. “Extremely.”

She crossed both arms over her stomach and croaked, “How are you so sure?”

Tim sighed. “Well, birth control doesn’t work with me, like I said, and we’ve been having sex multiple times a day for over a month now, which I figure would make it likely even with a human. But also, the first few times—the first few weeks after mating, I mean—are an extremely, uh… fertile time for both parties. It’s extremely unusual for pregnancy not to occur. I thought you knew. I would’ve…” He paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “I would’ve used a condom if I had known you didn’t want…”

She remembered the dreams she’d had—the dreams he’d given her, glimpses of a potential future, one that he couldn’t have shown her if she didn’t want it already—with their children, boys with his hair and facial structure and a little girl with her red curls and his eyes… 

Fuck but she wanted that. Her heart twinged at the thought that she shouldn’t have it, shouldn’t want it to begin with.

“If you don’t want it,” he started slowly, “I’ll understand. I’ll understand if you want to, y’know. Get an abortion.”

She shook her head firmly. “If I’m pregnant, I’m keeping it.”

He nodded, murmuring, “Okay. If that’s what you want.” He looked away from her then before adding, “And if you… if you want to leave, I’ll understand that, too. I wouldn’t blame you.”

She examined his face, the evident pain he was trying his damnedest to hide from her. “You said you can only feed off of me.”

“Yes,” he confirmed, his voice quiet.

“And you’ll die if you can’t?”

He was silent for a few tense beats before speaking again. “Yes.”

“I can’t let you die, Tim,” she whispered tearfully.

He glanced back at her. “Even if you’re scared? Even if it means you’re vulnerable?”

She nodded. “Me being vulnerable, risking getting hurt—destroyed, even—is a hell of a lot better than you dying.”

“Do you love me?” he asked, soft and desperate.

Lea flushed, looking down at the floor. “I do, yeah.”

He took several hesitant steps towards her. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised. “I’m going to protect you and take care of you and love you. I’m going to worship you.”

Tears pricked her eyes again. “I want this with you,” she admitted, “and I do love you, I love you so much it’s terrifying. Everything about this is terrifying. This whole situation, me being pregnant—how the fuck can I be pregnant?—is particularly petrifying, how I feel about you, how strongly I feel about you, what you have the capability to do to me, it’s all so fucking scary, I—”

Lea’s words collapsed into tears then, and he closed the remaining distance between them and took her in his arms. For a moment, he just held her against his chest, still bare from earlier, his face pressed to her hair. “I know you’re scared, sweetheart,” he murmured, “but you don’t have to be. I couldn’t hurt you if I tried.”

“I know you won’t try to hurt me,” she said through her tears, “You’re a really good guy, I don’t think you’re capable of hurting someone intentionally. That’s part of why I fell in love with you to begin with, is because of how sweet you are. You’d never hurt me—or anyone else—on purpose, of course you wouldn’t, but you could, and that’s fucking terrifying.”

“Well,” he hummed consideringly, “I guess I’ll just have to spend the rest of time showing you that you’re safe with me.”

Pulling back slightly from his chest, she looked up at him tearfully. “The rest of time, huh?”

Tim smiled softly at her. “Yeah, baby. As long as I have you, I won’t die, and as long as you have me, neither will you.” He paused. “Which is just as well, because I could live an infinite number of lifetimes with you in my arms this way and it still wouldn’t be enough. No amount of time with you will ever be enough.” And after a moment, he added, “And you’re— you’re having my baby. Do you realize how incredible that is?” He laughed disbelievingly. “Fucking hell, you’re having my baby.”

She was still scared, most especially of that, but… he was so goddamn happy about it that it made her fear give way to excitement. Smiling hesitantly, she said, “Y— yeah. I am. I’m having your baby.”

He was gazing at her with such unmistakable adoration that she couldn’t help but stand on her tiptoes and kiss him. He returned it, wrapping an arm around her waist with a growl and hauling her closer.

“Want you again,” he murmured against her lips.

“But we just finished, like, half an hour ago—“

“Yes,” Tim agreed, “I fucked you half an hour ago, and I want to fuck you again now.” He was running his hands over her upper thighs, just beneath where her nightie met her skin, and trailing kisses down her neck.

“You’re such a glutton,” she giggled.

“I am not,” he insisted, feigning offense. “I don’t need to feed, I just enjoy fucking you.”

“On one condition,” she said breathlessly, reaching up to thread her fingers in his hair.

“Yeah?” he muttered, already working on adding a fresh bruise to her throat.

“Prove you’re not just in it for food. Let me suck you first.”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “Baby, are you— are you sure? You don’t have to—“

“I want to,” she told him, sinking to her knees in front of him. “I like it. You don’t let me do it enough.”

“Fuck,” he said again as she pulled down the pajama pants that were slung low over his hips. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so she had nothing to stop her from grabbing his dick and taking it into her mouth eagerly, rubbing her tongue along the barbel under the head. He moaned loudly, and she looked up at him, seeing him throw his head back with pleasure.

She sucked in, hollowing out her cheeks and swirling her tongue around the head. She wished he would let her do this more often, but he always wanted her to cum rather than him. He really was a glutton, wasn’t he?

Bobbing her head rapidly, she slid one of her hands up his torso, reaching down with the other to squeeze her breast roughly.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lea,” he moaned. “Play with those big fuckin’ tits for me, baby. Wanna watch you.” 

She lowered her hand obediently and squeezed both her breasts, pinching her nipples and moaning around his length at the sensation.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded hoarsely, his hand gripping her hair. “Make yourself cum while you suck my cock.”

Reaching down, she hiked the skirt of her nightie up around her waist, continuing to suck him all the while.

“Feel your pussy, baby,” he encouraged. She did so, brushing her fingers over herself. “You wet for me?” he demanded lowly. “Does having my dick in that pretty little mouth of yours make you wet?”

“Mhm,” she moaned around him again, starting to tease her clit with slow circles.

“You call me a glutton,” he growled, “but it’s really you, isn’t it? Wanting to get on your knees for me every chance you get.”

Fuck but she loved it when he talked to her like that. She wanted him to use her, to use her mouth for his own pleasure, and oh god, her pussy, too. She wanted him to do whatever he felt like with her. Moaning at the thought, she rubbed her clit faster, sucking him harder.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Tim moaned, his hand tightening in her hair. “Such a good girl for me.” She whimpered around him, rolling her hips against her hand. The stimulation combined with his words, his dick in her mouth, it was making her orgasm approach quickly. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he gasped out. “Gonna cum for me like a good little slut, getting off on sucking my dick?”

“Mmmf,” Lea moaned desperately. She was so close, so fucking close—

“C’mon, baby,” he encouraged, his voice breathless as he stared down at her with those deliciously sexy red eyes. “Cum for me. I can feel how close you are. Cum for me.”

She did so, moaning around him as she erupted, her hips bucking against her hand while her core clenched down on her own emptiness. Still, she didn’t stop sucking him, wanting to please him.

He allowed it for a few minutes, telling her how good she was for him, that she was so pretty with his cock in her mouth. It wasn’t long, however, before he yanked her off of him with a groan that almost sounded pained, pulling her up by her hair. 

“Can’t wait anymore,” he told her before gesturing to the nightie she wore. “Take that off.” She didn’t do it fast enough, still dazed from her orgasm, so he snapped, “Now. Unless you want me to rip it.”

Lea hastened to obey, pulling the dark pink lace nightie over her head as quickly as possible.

“Good girl,” he praised before gesturing to the desk-like dressing table and snapping, “Bend over.”

Fighting off an eager grin, Lea clambered up onto the table, her legs dangling in the air.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “This fuckin’ ass, baby.” He gave her a sharp smack across one of her asscheeks, and she moaned loudly. He laughed low in his throat. “You like that?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered. “I want your cock, please.”

“Far be it from me to deny you what you want,” Tim muttered, running his hands from her ass to her hips, then up over her ass again to her back. “Gonna be a good girl for me, huh?”

“Mhm,” she whined, her fists clenched from how bad she wanted him inside her.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he chided gently. “Use your words.”

“I’ll— I’ll be good,” she promised hastily. “I’ll be good for you, I swear, please just—“

“There you go,” he murmured, grasping her hips firmly as he slid into her.

Lea cried out, her toes curling from the delicious sensation of being filled.

“Perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he grunted, immediately setting a rough pace, slamming her into the table with each thrust.

“Tim, Tim, Tim—” she chanted, already so far gone her words were blurring together.

“So pretty when I fuck you,” he moaned. “So pretty when you were on your knees from me with my cock in your mouth, rubbing your little clit till you came. Did you like that, baby? Did you like getting off while you sucked me?”

“Yes,” she gasped out. “I— I like pleasing you.” He rewarded her response with a hard thrust, and she moaned. “Fuck, feels good, feels so good—”

“I fucked a baby into you, Lea,” he reminded her, his voice as rough as the way he handled her, fucked into her. “I pounded this little pussy so good, came inside you so much, that I got you pregnant.”

That stirred up something unexpected in her stomach, like butterflies of fire, and she whimpered again. “You— you did.”

“Can’t wait to see you grow,” he muttered. “Gonna be so sexy, belly and tits all swollen ‘cause of how good I give it to you.”

“Tim,” she moaned. “Want your baby. Want it, I want it, I want it—”

He chuckled darkly. “Yeah, I’ll bet you do. You know why I put those images of you pregnant in your mind, sweetheart?”

Lea shook her head wordlessly, too focused on the way he was slamming into her to respond with words.

“I did it ‘cause once I knew you had feelings for me, if you saw yourself pregnant with my child, you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it.” He ran a hand up her back and back down again before smacking her ass sharply. Lea yelped, and he leaned down to murmur, “Was I right?”

“Y— yes,” she admitted hoarsely. “Yes, you—“ she cut herself off at a particularly rough thrust.

“Keep going,” he ordered, smacking her ass again.

She moaned at the sting, but managed to get out, “You were right. I saw it, and all I tried so hard to ignore how bad I—oh fuck, just like that, please—how bad I wanted your baby, how bad I wanted you to fuck me, god, please don’t stop—“

“Not gonna stop, sweetheart,” he promised. “Gonna fuck you till you’re satisfied. As much as you want, okay?”

Lea clenched around him at the thought. “I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied, it feels too good,” she whined. “More, please, I want more—“

“I know, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, I know. You’re the glutton here, huh?” She whined at his teasing, at the way he fucked her. “As soon as I put my dick in you for the first time, you couldn’t get enough. Don’t think I don’t notice how desperate you always are for it, to get fucked.”

She whined again, burying her face in her arms in mild humiliation that, for whatever reason, sent a tingle down her spine.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he crooned a bit condescendingly. “I know it’s my fault. I’m the one who turned you into a needy, greedy little cockslut. It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You couldn’t help it, could you?”

“N— no,” she stuttered on a moan. “Can’t help it, feels too good, oh fuck, Tim—”

“I know, baby,” he assured her. “I know. I’ll keep your pussy nice and full, okay? Make sure you can have my cock filling you up whenever you want it, whenever I feel like giving it to you. Keep you nice and satisfied.” She let out a sound that was halfway between a whine and a moan, and he chuckled softly, fucking her so hard and so fast that her body jolted against the table with his every movement. “Would you like that, sweetheart?” he asked her gently, softly, the contrast between his tone and his rough handling of her so vast it was almost startling. “Would you like me to keep you fucked full? Take you with me wherever I go, use your tight little pussy whenever I feel like it, fuck however many babies into you I want— would you like that?”

“Yes,” she moaned, clenching around him at his words. “Yes, I want that, I want it, fuck don’t stop—”

He smacked her ass again, the sting making her cry out with delight. “I command and you obey, remember? You can ask for what you want, but you don’t get to tell me. Understand?”

“Y— yes,” she whimpered, wishing he’d spank her again. “Can you…” She gulped, swallowing her spit. “Can you do that again, please?”

“What, this?” With that, he spanked her again, a bit harder this time.

“Yes,” Lea gasped out breathlessly. He smacked her other asscheek, and she moaned again, even louder than before. “Want you to fuck me, please,” she whimpered. “Use me, want you to feed from me—”

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he grunted, spanking her again before rubbing the reddened, sensitive skin. “You’re gonna let me have it whenever I want, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she promised. “Yes, fuck, anything you want, anything, just don’t stop, please don’t stop, want you to fuck me, please keep fucking me—”

Tim gripped her hair tightly, yanking her head up. “Take it, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Take this dick, baby, c’mon.”

With every thrust, her body jolted, and she was moaning a seemingly endless slew of, “Unh, unh, unh, unh—“ while he fucked into her, stretching her out in the way she loved so much.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he grunted. “Letting me fuck you, begging for it like the cock-starved whore you.” The grip he had on her hair tightened. “Gonna give me a baby, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her core clenching around him again at the reminder. “I want your baby, Tim, I—”

“I know you do, love,” he murmured, smacking her ass again, making her whimper. “We’ll plan the next one, how ‘bout that? Fucking you full so I can put a baby inside you will be so much more fun now that you know it’s gonna happen. Would you like that?”

“Mhm,” she gasped. “I want— I want— oh fuck—”

“Use your words, Lea,” he chastised. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to use me,” she moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her. “I want— I want you to fuck me, feed from me, get me pregnant as many times as you want, just— just do whatever you want with me, please, I want it, I want it.”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and with another smack to her ass, he snapped, “C’mere.” And then he grabbed her hips and hoisted her up a bit so she was resting on her forearms, her torso raised off the table. He reached around her body, circling her clit in swift, precise swipes, and she moaned. “You’re gonna cum for me, you got that?”

“Yes,” Lea agreed hoarsely without hesitation. “Anything you want.”

“Want you to cum on this cock, baby,” he growled. “Do as I say. Cum for me.”

She wasn’t sure what it was; it could’ve been the way he fucked her and rubbed her clit—he was so good at that—or it could’ve been his command, but either way, she came abruptly, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

He fucked her through it until he, too, found his release.

She lay there on the table in a fucked-out daze for several long minutes. Two separate instances of sex within an hour really drained her. She was barely even aware of being picked up and carried back to bed.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, tucking her in and wrapping her in his arms. “Sleep.”

So she did.

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In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter Six: You Got Inside My Head & Set A Fire There Instead

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All my work is 18+.

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts, and we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. And I’ve always lived like this; keeping a comfortable distance, and up until now I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness, ‘cause none of it was ever worth the risk.- Paramore, The Only Exception

Lea really hadn’t meant to stick around for so long. She’d figured that once he’d, uhhh, ‘claimed’ her or whatever, that would be enough, that she’d be able to go back to her shared shoebox apartment with its windows all facing brick walls and the kitchen she couldn’t turn around in and the doors that didn’t stay closed and her cold bed, to her rapidly increasing student loan debt and her crippling anxiety and the constant, neverending sense that something about her life was wrong.

In any case, she had intended to go home once Tim was in the clear.

She was showering the following afternoon, staring out the window that overlooked the city. Water droplets from the shower dripped down the glass, and Lea sighed, tilting her head back to finish rinsing her hair and wondering how in the hell she was gonna go back home after all this.

“Well that’s a sight I could get used to.”

She damn near jumped a foot in the air at Tim’s voice echoing off the marble floors, immediately rushing to hide behind the wall of the large shower.

He laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, I was just appreciating the view!”

Lea blinked rapidly, trying to process what was happening. She still hadn’t fully processed the night before, and here she was, butt naked, totally regretting using his shower rather than one of the ones in the guest rooms. He had fuckin’ five of them, so it wasn’t like there wasn’t space.

After several bests of silence, the only sound the running water from the shower, he softly said, “Are you afraid of me?”

Lea jolted towards the clear shower door, looking at him around the corner of the wall. “Of course not!” she squeaked, eyes wide.

He looked back at her, his gaze sad. “Then why are you hiding from me?”

She glanced down briefly at his body, only just now noticing his nudity. “I just…” She gulped. “I just feel weird about you, like. Seeing me this way, y’know?”

Frowning outright then, Tim asked, “I’ll admit I’m pretty casual about being naked, living as an incubus for several thousand years will do that, but why on earth would you be shy with me?” When she didn’t answer right away, he added, “I’ll respect your feelings, don’t get me wrong, I just— you’re my mate, we had sex a few hours ago, and I legitimately cannot fathom why you’d feel weird. Will you please help me understand?”

“I’m… not used to being naked in front of anyone,” she admitted softly, standing back upright to lean against the wall of the shower, hidden from him again. “Like, okay, how often do you have to, y’know. Feed?”

There were a few seconds of silence as he considered this. “I dunno. Every few weeks, maybe?”

“Right,” Lea confirmed her understanding, “and do you feed from a different woman every time?”

“Usually, yeah,” he said slowly, as if he were trying to figure out where she was going with this.

“And that’s even when you were in relationships?”

He was silent for a few moments again. “I can only feed from humans, and I haven’t been involved with one romantically in I don’t even know how long—centuries, at the very least, maybe longer—, so I had to… with other women.”

“You were with another human before?”

“Yes.”

“Who was she?”

“Her name was Alane.”

Lea’s heart thudded in her chest.

“Did you love her?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

He sighed, and she heard him slide down the outside wall of the shower.

“I’ll have to tell you eventually, I guess.”

“You don’t have to,” she assured him hurriedly.

“No, you need to know.” A deep breath. “She was a Gaul, captured by Romans. I knew what they did to women, so I went to help. No clue why, I’m fucking useless with that kinda thing, but I went to help. But when I got there…” He let out a hoarse laugh. “She’d killed two of them and was working on a third.”

“Jesus,” Lea muttered.

“Totally covered in blood,” he went on, “I think she would’ve tried to kill me, too, if I hadn’t blurted some random shit out in French. Gave her enough pause to let me help her escape, I guess.”

“Then… why aren’t you with her now?” Lea asked softly, hoping he wouldn’t notice the quiver in her voice.

“We were together for a few human lifetimes,” he admitted. “We were careful—we were so fucking careful—but birth control wasn’t an exact science then, and, well… I told you that most women can’t stay pregnant with an incubus’ baby.” Another snort. “Stubborn girl—she was a lot like you that way, actually; maybe that’s what attracted to me to her in the first place, was her similarities to my future mate—refused to let me get it flushed out of her. I told her, I told her she couldn’t survive it, but she was damned and determined to try anyway.”

“And then?” she asked shakily.

“She died.” His voice was soft, almost hesitant. Regretful. “She died because she loved me.”

Despite the rather intense jealousy she was feeling, her heart ached for the pain he’d been through. It was clear he blamed himself for Alane’s death.

Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Lea reached out and opened the shower door. The hot water was beating against her skin, the sound of it almost drowning her out when she whispered, “You can come in, too.” A slight hesitation. “If— if you want, I mean.”

There was silence for a few long moments before she heard him stand, and then he stepped into the shower.

His hair was tousled from sleep, but his skin wasn’t sallow anymore; the bags under his eyes were gone, too. He was still a bit thinner than she knew was normal for him, but he definitely looked better. Healthier.

He closed the door behind him, gazing down at her and not taking his eyes off hers. “It wasn’t your fault, Tim.” He grimaced, so she reiterated, “It was not your fault. It wasn’t your fault she got pregnant. It was an accident. It wasn’t your fault that she chose to continue the pregnancy, either. None of it was your fault.”

He wasn’t grimacing anymore, just kinda studying her expression. “You aren’t jealous?” He looked almost disappointed, the prick.

“I never said I wasn’t jealous,” Lea admitted slowly, “but I don’t want you to blame yourself for something that’s not your fault. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

A small, soft smile twitched at the corners of his lips, and he took a step closer to her, taking one of her hands in his. “Everything’s less painful when I look at you,” he murmured. “Hearing your voice, seeing you smile, touching your skin— it sets me at ease. Even when I was close to death, whenever you were next to me, it felt like everything would be alright.”

Tears filled her eyes at that, and she looked away. “Tim…”

“I think,” he went on in that soft, sweet voice, “that I could conquer the world if you held my hand while I did it.” After a moment, he added, “Plus, you’re jealous, it’s very obvious, and it’s awesome—“

Lea flushed, crossing her arms over her breasts with a grumble of, “Like you wouldn’t be jealous, too, demon boy.”

“Psh,” he scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “You kidding? I’m jealous of everyone that’s so much as looked at you.”

“You’re a dork,” she muttered, fighting off a smile.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “Or maybe I just love you.”

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling then.

“Are you done showering?” he asked quietly.

Lea blinked, surprised at the question. “I should probably rinse my hair again. Might still have conditioner in it.”

He stepped closer, and her heart lurched up into her throat at the anticipation of feeling his skin against hers again, but he just reached behind her and took the handheld shower nozzle. 

“Turn around.” It was a soft, gentle command, but it was a command nonetheless. Steadfastly ignoring the fluttering in her abdomen, she obeyed, turning to face the marble tiles of the wall and adjusting her hair so it fell in a wave of dark red curls down her back.

“Lean your head back,” he told her gently. She did so, keeping her eyes shut, and he held the nozzle close to her scalp and ran his fingers through her hair, careful not to miss anything. “Did you comb your hair out already?”

“Y— yeah,” she mumbled, pointing vaguely in the direction of the wide-tooth comb that sat on the ledge with the various shower-related items.

He hummed before continuing to rinse out her hair in silence.

Once he was done, he leaned forward to replace the shower nozzle again, and the one on the ceiling began to cascade down onto them once more. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her so her back was against his chest. And stomach, too, because he was a tall bastard.

Tim’s arms were around her waist, just below her breasts, and his thumb brushed the underside of one of them.

Lea gulped anxiously, wishing he’d touch her fully, grab her breast the way he’d done the night before. “How are you, uh… how are you feeling?”

“What d’you mean?” he mumbled into her hair.

“Well, you almost died yesterday,” she said slowly. “So, how are you feeling?”

His arms tightened around her. “I’m alive. You’re here. I’m alive because you’re here. So I’m doing pretty fuckin’ awesome, I’d say.”

She reached up and brushed her hand gently over one of his, lacing their fingers together.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

She felt him shrug. “I wasn’t expecting to be, but I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not thrilled about you loving me.” He paused momentarily before admitting, “And also that you let me fuck you. That was pretty great.”

He moved her hair to one side and started kissing her neck then, and she squeaked in surprise. “Are you, uh… are you hungry again? Not— not for food, I mean, but like, for… y’know…”

She could hear the smirk in his voice, feel it against the damp skin of her neck. “I only need to feed every few weeks,” he reminded her. “However, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you again, because I very much do. It’s less about my biological need for it and more about my love for my incredibly sexy mate and the natural desire I have to watch said mate’s tits bounce as I fuck her until she cums on my cock.”

Lea’s face flamed, the sensation intensifying further when she realized he was hard behind her.

“But,” he was saying, “we don’t have to. I will never try to make you or convince you to do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“I know,” she said, tightening her fingers over his. “You almost died ‘cause you didn’t wanna risk guilting me.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want you,” he murmured, one of his hands sliding down her side to grasp her hip firmly. “God do I want you.”

“Tim,” she exhaled, leaning back against his chest.

“Baby.” His voice was hoarse, desperate, and he went on, “Do you want that? I won’t ask you to if you don’t want it, but if you do…” 

Flushing, she looked at her feet and said, “Maybe we could… go back to bed?”

“If you want.” He shrugged before gesturing to the windows. “The windows are tinted, though. No one can see in; they look completely black from outside.”

She blinked rapidly, eyes wide. “Oh?”

“Mhm,” Tim confirmed, taking her hand in his. “So why don’t you just jump up here—“ he guided her to the windowsill, encouraging her to sit down. “—And spread your legs for me?”

“Are you sure you wanna—“

“Lea,” he cut her off, voice serious, “knowing you want me, I think that I cannot possibly handle the prospect of not having you.”

“O— okay,” she managed. 

“Good girl,” he praised with a smirk, stepping between her legs, his hands on her knees. “Gonna make you feel good, baby.” He reached between them, gripping his dick and guiding it to her entrance, pressing against her.

Lea bit her lip, whimpering. “Please, Tim, I can’t—“

“Can’t what, sweetheart?” he crooned gently, rubbing his cock up and down her folds teasingly. “Tell me what you want.”

Embarrassment gone, she begged, “Want it, want you, want you inside me—“

“Good girl,” he told her again before sliding into her.

She moaned, her head falling back against the glass of the window.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, pulling out briefly before slamming back in. 

He was looking down at her, and she marveled at how gorgeous he was; the city lights behind her were glinting off his jawline and cheekbones and those red fucking eyes—god, he was feeding from her again, he was feeding from her again—, and his hair hung in soaked curls, longer than it usually was so it nearly brushed his shoulders, water droplets falling from the tips of the strands and onto his bare skin.

It was looking at him, at how insanely, ridiculously, unfairly sexy he was, that caused a desperate, fervent need to touch him to overtake her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. He obliged, slanting his lips over hers with a startling amount of ferocity, but it was short-lived because then he was trailing kisses down the column of her throat before taking the tender skin between his teeth and sucking. 

Moaning, she threaded her fingers through his hair, and he groaned at the sound she’d made, thrusting in again. “Made for me,” he grunted against her damp skin. “This pussy was fuckin’ made for me.”

Her fingers tightened around his curls, holding him against her neck as he repeatedly kissed the bruise he’d given her. “Feels— feels good,” she gasped out, spreading her legs wider, wanting him to fuck her senseless, fuck her until she couldn’t walk or move or breathe.

Tim righted himself again, leaning his forehead against hers, his red eyes boring into hers, pinning her there against the window as if each snap of his hips didn’t have the same effect. “You like it?” he wanted to know, the words an exhalation brushing against her lips. “You like it when I fuck you?”

Nodding jerkily, Lea arched into his touch when he reached down to grasp one of her breasts, tugging sharply on the nipple. “I like it,” she admitted, her voice breathless. “God, please don’t stop—“

His hips jackhammered against her, and he slid one hand up to cup her neck, the one on her breast moving to grasp her hip so as to hold her in place. “No god here, baby,” he muttered, stroking her skin affectionately. “Just you and me.”

Something about this statement made her feel as if she had the sun inside her, starlight under her skin, and she wanted nothing more than to keep him there, to stay there with him, safe in his apartment, their own little world. Nothing existed outside of what they had together, outside of what he was giving her, of what she was giving him. It was just the two of them, and she felt as if as long as he was touching her, nothing else ever could.

It was quiet and unprompted when she gasped out, “I love you. I love you, Tim.”

The hand he had on her neck slid up to her cheek, and he leaned down, kissing her with desperation equal to that of his thrusts into her. “I love you, too,” he said against her lips, into her mouth. “More than anything. You’re everything, Lea. Everything.”

She could’ve sworn that the sun inside her shone through at that, and if anyone looked at her, they’d go blind from it. Instead of responding, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He let her, allowing her to kiss him as much as she wanted, returning her kiss with fervor. He took her lower lip between his teeth and tugged on it lightly, making her moan and close her eyes.

“No,” he growled when he released her lip. “Look at me. Look at me. I want you to see who’s fucking you, who’s making you feel like this. I don’t want you to ever forget.”

Lea opened her eyes, difficult as it was, and gasped out, “Could never forget you. Love you too much and you feel too good, fuck but you feel so good—“

His lips quirked into a smile against hers. “Yeah?” He kissed her again, the hand on her hip tightening, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Feels good when I give it to you, baby?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered, undulating her hips as best she could despite being seated and pressed up against the window. “More, I want more, please.”

“Such a polite request,” he mused, leaning down to kiss the bruises he’d left on her throat. “You know I’d never refuse you, don’t you? My sweet girl, all mine.”

He gave a particularly harsh thrust at that, and she moaned loudly in delight, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “‘m yours,” she agreed immediately. “Yours, Tim, all yours— fuck—“

“Good girl,” he groaned, thrusting into her again. “Been waiting all my life for this, sweetheart, all my life for you, for your perfect little pussy, all for me, fuckin’ made for me, baby, made to take this cock.”

Something about what he was saying—babbling, if she were honest—made the heat that was already swirling in her abdomen to grow, intensifying further and spreading throughout her body, a tingling sensation that made her feel like she was burning, like there was fire beneath her skin, in her veins. She was made for him. She was his, she wanted to be his, to belong to him. How could she not, when belonging to him felt so good?

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “can I make you cum? I wanna make you cum. I can feel the way you’re clenching around me, I know you want it, I can tell, just let me—“

“Yes,” she cut him off without hesitation. “Yes, you can make me cum, yes yes yes yes yes—“

“Fuck,” Tim grunted, snaking a hand between them to where they were joined and finding her clit with practiced ease. He may not have had much experience with her body specifically, but he knew exactly what to do anyway, how to make her quiver and shake and scream. Plus, by the time he brushed his fingertips over her clit, she was so turned on—by the way he was fucking her, the way he looked when he fucked her, how he was looking at her, the things he said as he pounded into her relentlessly, everything—that his touch had her moaning loudly, her toes curling. She was already so fucking close and he’d barely started stimulating her. “So good for me, sweetheart,” he groaned in her ear. “Give me those pretty little noises, baby, c’mon. Wanna hear you say my name.”

“Tim,” she moaned desperately. “Oh fuck, Tim, I’m gonna— I’m—”

“That’s it,” he encouraged gently, rubbing her clit faster. “Give it to me, Lea. Cum on my cock, wanna feel it.” When she moaned wordlessly—though his name could probably be deciphered if one tried hard enough—and tightened her legs around his waist, her core clenched down on him, and then a few more swipes to her clit combined with punishing thrusts had her bursting apart at the seams.

He fucked her through her orgasm, his eyes such a bright shade of red they almost glowed. Still, once it had ended, he didn’t stop rubbing at her, instead growling into her neck, “I want another. Gimme another, sweetheart.”

Lea’s pulse was thrumming in her clit already, so it wasn’t exactly a difficult feat to manage. He kissed her neck wetly, murmuring words she couldn’t quite hear into her skin. She couldn’t seem to formulate any speech at all, only capable of desperate, high-pitched keens of, “Ah, ah, ah, unh—” over and over again until his touch sent her over the edge a second time.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he grunted. “So pretty when you fall apart, gonna fill you with my cum, Lea, fill this sweet little pussy up, love you so much, baby, so fuckin’ much, fuckin’ take it—”

She could do nothing but whimper and cling to him, yearning for him to cum inside her, to fill her exactly as he was promising to.

And then he did, release finding him with an almost pained-sounding moan of her name.

Her head was buzzing, her ears were ringing, and the room—the shower, they were still in the shower—was wobbling. So when he panted against her neck for a few minutes before pulling back to kiss her briefly and step away, she nearly collapsed to the marble tiles of the shower floor.

Tim caught her, pulling her close with one arm and reaching to turn the shower off with the other. “‘s okay, baby,” he murmured, pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to her scalp. “Let’s get you back in bed, okay?”

“O— okay,” she mumbled, her voice sounding groggy even to her own ears.

Tim opened the shower door and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the rod and drying her off, having her lean against the wall as he did so.

Was sex always so exhausting, or was it just her? Maybe it was ‘cause she had no experience prior to him.

He hung the towel back up and took her hand again. “Do you want me to carry you, sweetheart?”

“No,” Lea assured him, horrified at the thought even through her exhaustion. “I can walk.”

“Okay,” he agreed, though he sounded a bit reluctant, “I’m gonna be right here, so fall against me if you need to.”

She hummed in acknowledgment as they made their way out of the bathroom and back to bed. He pulled the covers up over her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m gonna go make you some food, okay?”

“Mmkay,” she mumbled.

And then she was dead to the world.

Tim’s sweet, gentle voice eased her into wakefulness.

“Lea, sweetheart,” he said, a hand on her shoulder.

“Mmf,” she grunted into the pillow.

“I brought you some food,” he told her. “An omelet with hashbrowns and bacon. Extra crispy, just how you like it.”

The guy knew her well, he really did. But she was so tired.

“You’ll feel much better after you eat,” he promised. “Cmon, baby. Will you sit up for me?”

She groaned, pushing herself up onto her palms. “There you go, sweetheart,” Tim encouraged. “God, you’re so cute when you’re tired.”

“I feel like I shouldn’t be this tired,” she grumbled in annoyance, tucking the blankets under her arms so her chest was covered. “I just woke up a little while ago.”

Tim blushed, settling the tray of food in her lap. “It’s, uh… it’s an incubus thing. You’re tired because I’ve consumed your energy. I’m sorry. I’d avoid it if I could.”

“Oh,” Lea said with a hum, picking up her knife and fork. “It’s okay. If the consequence of you not starving is me being tired, I don’t mind.”

“You’re a fuckin’ saint,” he muttered, sitting down on the bed next to her.

She let out an inelegant snort. “You make me tired and then provide me with food. Not gonna complain about it.”

“I absolutely do not deserve you.”

Lea glanced up at him from her meal. “You literally brought me breakfast in bed.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Don’t care,” she cut him off. “You’re being sweet. No complaints.” She smiled softly at him in reassurance.

He took her hand, holding it tightly in his. “Okay.”

He didn’t let go of her hand the entire time she was eating.

No, really. She really hadn’t meant to stay so long. She’d ended up staying for a month and a half, though. But in her defense, Tim was really sexy, and he was being so wonderful to her, and she loved him so much.

It was hard to reconcile with the fact that all of it was temporary, that she’d have to return to her boring, shoebox apartment and her day job.

And then she missed her period.

But it was nothing to worry about, right? There was no reason for her to be concerned. She was on birth control, had been for years. She’d missed periods before, usually when she was stressed. It was probably the next semester looming over her head.

Tim was ordering some delivery from the grocery store—he rarely went out for such things himself; a privacy concern, he’d said—and asked her if she needed anything.

He knew what sort of food she liked, so that wasn’t a concern. However, even if her period was late, she’d definitely be getting it soon.

“Uh, yeah,” she told him when he asked what she needed. “Some tampons, I think.” She paused. “And some Midol. And a heating pad.”

He blinked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Uh… okay, but why?”

She looked at him skeptically. “Why do you think? I’m about to get my period. It’s a little late, so it should be coming any day now.”

He frowned outright at that. “Um, Lea. There’s a reason your period is late.”

She hummed in acknowledgment, hunting through the drawer in his closet he’d temporarily dedicated to her clothes for a fresh pair of panties. “Stress about school, most likely.”

“No,” he said slowly. “It likely won’t be coming at all.”

She paused, turning around to face him. “Why not?”

“Because… because you’re almost certainly pregnant.”

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[imnotoverlyobsessive]

In Your Dreams

Moodboard by the incredible @softhecreator

Info, Author’s Note, etc

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

Special thanks to @darksideofthecocoamoon for letting me use Tim’s dick in her wonderful demon Tim au as inspo for my own fic. If anyone has not yet read that one, please do so with all haste because it’s fuckin incredible and you are genuinely missing out if you haven’t read it yet. Be sure to reblog, too, so others can enjoy it and she can get the recognition she deserves!

Onto the fic!

Summary

Lea knows that her best friend, Tim, is an Otherworlder. She isn't sure of what kind, but it doesn't really matter all that much in the grand scheme of things, anyway. No matter what manner of fae he is, she's damned and determined to not get involved with him or anyone else.

Except Tim isn't a fae like so many celebrities like him. He's an incubus, she's his mate, and oh yeah— he’ll die without her.

Author’s Note

I know things get rough, but I promise you, it'll have a happy ending. Tim goes through it, but everything will be okay in the end, trust me.

Be forewarned: this contains a great deal of angst relating to potential (and almost) death. No one actually dies, but it will probably make you cry. If you are not in a space for angst, proceed with caution.

Yes, yes, I'm back at it again. The fic is gonna end up being about 25-30k, I think. It is almost completely done. So! Bit about this one. Tim is an incubus, obviously. In this universe, everyone is aware of supernatural creatures. The fact that Tim is one is something of a poorly kept secret; it's obvious, but he doesn't really talk about it, so they don't have any confirmation. No one has any idea what he is; they assume fae, like so many celebrities are. How incubi work in the fic will be explained, of course.

This fic will have elements of fuck or die, mentions (but not descriptions) of domestic violence, and a May-December romance, which means, in this case, Tim is significantly older than Lea! He doesn't know exactly how old he is, and I'll tell people if they wanna know (I have an exact number, of course), but otherwise I'll leave it up to you guys to internet. He himself has a general idea but that’s it. This takes place in 2023, btw, which means Lea was born in 2003 this time around.

About This Universe

Incubi/Succubi

They are immortal and have been around since the beginning of time, basically. No one knows exactly how long. The oldest of them, the first few, are simply too old to remember how old they are, or how they came to be. My guess it’s simply an evolutionary thing; maybe they simply evolved from early homosapiens in a different way than humans did. It’s hard to say, and I haven’t decided on anything in particular. A rarer type of Otherworlder because of their unique reproduction methods.

Fae

They are very alluring. Many (if not most) popular celebrities are fae. No pointed ears; other than their charisma, beauty, and immortality, you can’t really tell who is one and who’s not. They are persuasive, proud, and can be dangerous. Probably the most common type of Otherworlder. Not super relevant to the fic.

Vampires and Werewolves

Pretty standard vampire lore; they don’t tend to be very popular, so most are not celebrities. You can tell who is one very easily. They are bloodthirsty and can be dangerous. Not super relevant to the fic.

Sirens

Mostly live near the ocean. If they’re famous, it’s usually for singing. They do have a mermaid form. Not immortal, just have a longer lifespan. Not super relevant to the fic.

Selkies

The same as sirens, for the most part, except they shift completely into a seal. Not super relevant to the fic.

Mates of Otherworlders

Otherworlders that were born into it have a destined mate. If they were turned (such as vampires or werewolves), they do not always have one, only sometimes. Their mates are always perfect for them, so a guy isn’t gonna get paired with a lesbian, and a gay guy would, of course, get paired with another guy. Aromantic Otherworlders have platonic mates. Asexual Otherworlders have romantic mates but don’t experience sexual attraction to them. Most mates have a symbol for fertility on their bodies; often from the culture that first discovered them. For example, the mates of incubi and succubi have an eight pointed star on their hip, which is a symbol of the Mesopotamian goddess of fertility and sex (and beauty, divine law, war, and political power; she’s similar to Aphrodite), Innana. Incubi and vampires are the only species of Otherworlder that die without their mate, because they both require them in order to feed, once they’ve met them.

Playlist

I'm including a playlist for this one, because there are so many songs I listened to for this fic and some of them literally made me cry, so. I'll let you decide which song is from whose POV, but yeah. Here are the songs in the order of what happens in the fic. And yes, I know this is mostly Halsey and the rest is me showing my age. Shut up, it's fine. Enjoy. Please note that the most important song for the fic as a whole is this one. I highly recommend reading the lyrics even if you don’t listen to the whole thing.

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[imnotoverlyobsessive]

In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Epilogue

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

He says, “Ooh, baby girl, you know we’re gonna be legends. I’m the king and you’re the queen and we will stumble through heaven.”- Halsey, Young Gods

“No way,” Lea’s younger sister, Ari, screeched over the phone. “I’m getting on a plane to New York right now—”

“You’ll do no such thing,” their older sister, Lina, cut in firmly. “You’ll stay in California. Your semester is starting soon.”

“I figured he was an Otherworlder,” Ari continued as if Lina hadn’t spoken, “like, obviously, look at his face, but an incubus, oh my god—”

“It’s really not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be,” Lea said into the phone, which was currently on the dining room table of Lina’s apartment, with Sam, her best friend since childhood, and Lina—who liked to think of herself as the family’s voice of reason—seated around it.

“It sure sounds like a big deal,” Sam countered. “I didn’t know incubuses had mates that they, like, had to feed from or they’d die.”

“I didn’t, either,” Lea said.

At the same time, Lina interjected with, “It’s incubi, not incubuses.”

Ari groaned. “Don’t be such a know-it-all, Lina. Now is so not the time.”

“Yeah, Lina,” Sam snarked playfully, sticking her tongue out at the older girl.

“Are you guys not freaking out?” Ari demanded shrilly. “How are you guys not freaking out? Lea is the mate of a movie star who is also apparently a fuckin’ sex demon, and he will literally die without her, and oh yeah, let’s not forget, she’s also pregnant with his demon spawn!”

Lea groaned miserably, burying her face in her arms. “Don’t call it demon spawn,” she pleaded.

“Why not?” Ari demanded. “That’s what it is! He’s a demon, you’re carrying his spawn—“

“You’re embarrassing her,” Lina scolded.

“Maybe you should be at least a little embarrassed,” Sam pointed out. “Not about who you’re dating, ‘cause that’s dope and you’ve got bragging rights—“

“I don’t have bragging rights,” Lea muttered. “That would be weird, plus it’d draw attention to us both.”

Sam, however, continued on as if Lea hadn’t spoken at all. “—But ‘cause you’re pregnant at twenty years old, Lea, for fuck’s sake—“

“I didn’t exactly plan it,” Lea snapped. “I figured my birth control would work just fine!”

“Shoulda had him pull out, girl,” Ari chimes in. “Always have the dude pull out.”

“How is it fair that you lost your virginity before I did?” Sam whined. “He must be, like, so good, too—”

“Oooooo, yeah!” Ari exclaimed, clearly excited. “Tell us how he was! Spill, bitch!”

“I do not want to hear this,” Lina said, grimacing in distaste.

“Two against one,” Sam declared without hesitation, raising her eyebrows at Lea expectantly.

Lea fidgeted awkwardly. “He was, uh… good, yeah. Very good.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Ari said dryly. “I could’ve told you that. What else?”

“Like… intense, y’know?”

Sam’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean by intense?”

“He’s, uh…” Lea gulped anxiously. “He’s very grabby. And, like, rough or whatever.”

Lina frowned. “Rough? Does he hurt you?”

“Chill, Lina,” Ari told her flatly. “Good rough or bad rough? Did you like it?”

“I did, yeah,” Lea said quietly, flushing and twisting her hands in her lap.

“Good rough, then,” Ari decided.

Sam stared, perfectly manicured brows furrowed in confusion. “How is there such a thing as rough being good?”

“I’m not explaining sex to you, virgin,” Ari said, and Lea could practically hear her nose in the air.

“Hey—”

“Oh my god, who cares?” Lina groaned. “Lea is pregnant, she’s gonna live forever, don’t you guys wanna talk about that instead of whether or not you’ve had a dick up you?”

“Wait,” Ari cut in, “what’s his dick like?”

“Big, I’m guessing, ‘cause he’s a freakin’ sex demon,” theorized Sam.

“Well, yes,” Lea admitted, examining her hands and trying her best not to picture the barbels along the length of her boyfriend’s shaft.

“I know that voice,” Sam said suspiciously. “What else is there?”

“W— well, um…”

Even Lina looked interested now, leaning forward. “What is it?”

“He, uh… he has, like. Piercings.”

Sam blanched. “He has piercings on his—”

“No way!” Ari screeched for the second time that afternoon. “Timothée Chalamet has a pierced dick?! For real?!”

“Yeah,” Lea squeaked out, blushing to the roots of her hair.

“What kind?” Ari demanded. “Is it a Prince Albert or something else?”

“What the fuck is that—” Sam squawked, aghast.

“I dunno what they’re called,” Lea admitted, squirming in her seat. “He’s got these, like, metal bar… things… in there.”

“More than one?” Ari gasped. It took a lot to shock Ari.

“Uh. Yeah. There’s a few. Like, three.”

“What does that even feel like?” her younger sister wanted to know.

Lea frowned, pursing her lips. “Normal, I guess?”

“You don’t know what normal is,” Ari insisted impatiently. “Can you feel it?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Okay,” Lina finally said, “I’m gonna need you guys to stop right there before I throw up.”

“It’s not our fault you’re a prude—“ Sam whined, displeased at having her eavesdropping interrupted.

“Some of us actually like dick and wanna hear about this—“ Ari was saying.

“Too bad,” Lina said firmly. “Have your dick discussion in earshot of someone who isn’t me.”

After several beats of silence, Ari decided, “Okay. Lea, your homework is to draw a picture of what it looks like. I want detailed photorealism here.”

“W— what—?!” Lea sputtered out in horrified shock. Sam was nodding with a determined expression on her face while Lina looked like she had smelled something particularly distasteful.

“It’s important,” Ari insisted.

“Uh, no,” Lea said firmly. “Not gonna be doing that. Nope.” 

“Oh, come on,” Ari whined.

Just then, a text came in.

Tim

When will you be home again ? I miss you so much and I really really need to be inside you, if you come home I’ll make you cum at least four times before I even fuck you and then…

Sam squealed with delight, grabbing for Lea’s phone. Thankfully, Lea was fairly used to this sort of thing and intercepted the movement, to which her friend pouted.

“What, what happened?” Ari demanded.

“Timothée sent an obscene text to your sister,” Lina declared as if the three of them didn’t have the same parents.

“Ooooo, what’s it say?”

“I dunno, she won’t let me see!”

“Okay,” Lea cut in, “I’m gonna go home.”

“Yeah, so your demon boyfriend can bang you again, like you aren’t already pregnant—”

Lea’s face flamed. “Shut up, Sam, oh my god.”

“Lea,” Ari cut in, her voice sounding halfway between excited and desperate, “do the drawing! Send it to me! It’s for science!”

“No!“

“I missed you so much,” Tim groaned against her neck, having pinned her against the entryway wall as soon as she locked the door to the apartment.

“That doesn’t warrant essentially sexting me while I’m meeting with my sister and best friend!”

“Couldn’t help it,” he muttered. “I don’t even have any naked pictures of you, y’know. I must compensate by seeing you naked in person as much as physically possible.”

He was kissing her neck and fondling her breasts, and, well. When he was doing that, she couldn’t exactly argue with him, now could she?

“Where do you want me?” Lea breathed.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled. “Right here, baby. Gonna fuck you against the wall. Would you like that?”

Nodding eagerly, she wrapped her legs around his waist when he hoisted her up.

“So greedy,” he chuckled. “Gotta get your panties off first, don’t I?”

“I want it now,” she whined.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Tim scolded gently. “I promised you four orgasms before I fucked you.”

“I want your dick in me way more than I want orgasms,” she insisted with a rapid shake of her head.

He laughed outright at that. “Fuck, I love you. Okay. Whatever you want, baby. Let’s get your panties off.”

It felt like an eternity before he was sliding into her, but when he finally did, only then did it feel like she was home.

“You didn’t know you’d get pregnant?” Nicole asked, shocked.

Lea was sitting at a table in Tim’s parents’ house—the one he’d bought them fairly recently—with Sam and Lina for moral support in a discussion with her boyfriend’s—should she call him that when they were literally destined to be together for the rest of time?—mother and sister. Not that either woman was unpleasant, it was more that the topic was stressful.

It was weird being around Nicole, because she looked like she wasn’t any older than Lea herself was.

“Uh… no.”

Pauline stared at her in disbelief. “How did you not know?”

“Well,” Lea hedged, “there’s a lot of stuff about incubi that’s not really… common knowledge, so…”

“But he didn’t tell you?” Nicole persisted.

At this, Lina frowned and turned her gaze on her sister. “Yeah, why wouldn’t he tell you?” she asked, suspicion etched clearly onto her face.

“We didn’t discuss actually…” She wrung her hands anxiously. “When he told me what he was, he didn’t explain too much about what would happen if we— if I agreed. And then when he woke up, I didn’t think to ask.”

“And you didn’t know that hormonal birth control doesn’t work with Otherworlders?” Pauline clarified, eyebrows raised.

Lea shook her head, embarrassed. “I… I guess I never thought about it. Before I met Tim, I’d never known any others, really. Not well, anyway. Just kinda in passing, y’know?”

“What about Grace Robertson?” Sam asked, referencing a girl they’d gone to high school with. “Everybody said she was fae.”

“She wasn’t,” Lina said, her tone flat.

“How do you know?” Sam demanded, annoyed at being corrected.

Lina shrugged. “I dated her the summer after I graduated. Not a fae, she’s just like that.”

“There must’ve been some secretive ones, at the very least,” Nicole mused thoughtfully.

“No clue,” Sam admitted. “There’s not exactly a huge Otherworlder population on the North Carolina coast.”

“So…” Pauline began thoughtfully, but her mother cut her off.

“Where are you wanting to raise the baby?” Nicole asked.

Lea blinked, startled. “I… don’t know?”

“You should consider getting a few different houses,” Nicole explained. “Children need a great deal of space, and Timothée’s traveling constantly.” She waved a hand dismissively, as if this was somewhat of an annoyance to her. “With regard to what you should expect, he doesn’t know, as pregnancies aren’t terribly common, but it’s important you’re aware.” She fixed Lea with a look that was somewhere between amusement and sympathy. “He will be an absolute nightmare the entire time.”

Lea’s eyes widened. “W— what? Why? How?”

“He’ll enjoy that you are carrying his child,” Nicole began, the other four women listening with wife-eyed fascination—and mild disgust on the part of Lina and Pauline—as she explained. “He will want to feed off of you almost constantly—“ Lea choked at this, unused to such a pragmatic discussion of sex, but Nicole didn’t seem to notice, continuing, “—and then he will feel terribly guilty for making you tired as a result of feeding off of you. He will be ridiculously overprotective and will not want you to do anything at all, which I found particularly annoying.” She rolled her eyes at what Lea presumed was a memory. “For your sake, I hope he’s not having to do any work over the course of your pregnancy. He’ll be even worse then.”

Lea frowned. “Should I just… stay with my mom during it?”

Nicole’s eyes widened and she shook her head firmly. “No. He’d lose his mind if you did that.”

Sighing, Lea wrung her hands in her lap. “It sounds like he’ll be awful to be around,” she admitted.

“There are some upsides,” Nicole told her. “He’ll go out of his way to make you happy—even more so than normal—and will want to do things for you. He’ll be very excited for the baby, as well. It’s not so bad, overall. Neither of my pregnancies were particularly difficult; it generally isn’t too bad for the human mate.”

“Is there any, uh…” Lea gulped anxiously. “Weird demon-y stuff I should expect?”

Nicole shook her head. “The baby will be a normal human until they come into their inheritance in early adulthood. That usually happens around seventeen to eighteen.” After a moment, Nicole clapped brightly. “Now then! Let’s discuss what sort of house you’d like here in New York.”

Nicole, as it turned out, was correct.

Tim was a total nightmare.

“Lea, sweetheart,” he was attempting to placate, “we need a minimum of six houses.”

“We do not!” she insisted shrilly.

“I’m in Europe all the time,” he explained gently, “and I want you and our daughter to have a stable home no matter where we are—“

“You don’t even know if it’s a girl,” she groaned for the bazillionth time.

“I want a girl that looks just like you,” he reminded her. “And don’t change the subject. We need multiple houses.”

“It’s excessive,” Lea informed him. “It’s an unnecessary expense.”

“It’s completely necessary,” he corrected her, “and it’s not like I can’t afford it. What’s the big deal?”

Lea threw her hands up in exasperation. “Alright, alright!” She grabbed her purse and made to leave the apartment.

“Where are you going?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“To get some coffee.”

“W— what?” he sputtered. “Lea, sweetheart, you’re pregnant, you can’t have caffeine!”

“I can have a small amount a day.”

“Says who?!” he demanded.

“The doctor, Tim!” she finally snapped. “God, you’re driving me crazy!”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, sounding sheepish. “I just… I love you so much, and I worry about you.”

Lea sighed, turning to face him with her arms crossed. “I know. I love you, too. Just… just try and let up a little bit, okay? I know you just wanna help and take care of me and stuff, but stressing me out isn’t gonna help me or the baby.”

“Okay,” he agreed. “How can I help you de-stress?” Then he perked up, a thought occurring to him. “I can think of a few ways, actually.”

She snorted. “I’m sure you can. Why don’t you come with me to get coffee instead?”

Tim grinned brightly at that, taking her hand and leading her out the door.

She was surprised when he took her hand, threading their fingers together.

“Aren’t you worried about people seeing?”

He shrugged. “You’re my mate and the mother of my child. They’re gonna find out at some point. I don’t see any reason to hide it, really.”

Lea frowned as they made their way out of his building. “You haven’t even told anyone what you are.”

“No one’s ever asked, to be fair,” he pointed out.

“Well, it’s rude to ask someone you don’t know,” she reminded him, “and anyone who does know you wouldn’t say anything.”

He hummed. “Lots of Otherworlders have mates, though. And I think most people kinda assume I’m something, anyway.”

“That’s certainly true,” she agreed.

“Our usual place?” he asked as they made their way out onto the sidewalk, the breeze ruffling the hemline of her pink Ciao Lucia sundress. When Lea nodded, he changed the subject with a smile. “Have you decided on a name yet?”

She laughed. “I’m only a few weeks along!”

He grinned down at her. “So? It’s best we decide these things as soon as possible; I’m planning on getting a house for us not too far outside the city as soon as I can—I considered doing it while you were out for winter break, but you’d be five months along, and I don’t want you going through a move when you’re that far along—so we’ll be fine on that. The sooner you make decisions about the baby, though, the better.”

They went into the coffee shop and got in line. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close to his side. She leaned her head against him, inhaling his scent.

The cashier stuttered throughout the process of taking their order, looking at Tim as if he were a ghost.

Once they’d ordered, they stepped back to stand against the walls of the coffee shop, nestling in close together. 

“Excuse me,” came a tentative voice to their side.

They both turned to look at the girl who’d spoken. Lea blinked. “Uh… hi?”

The girl’s eyes widened, as if she hadn’t noticed Lea was there. “H— hi,” she stuttered out before looking back at Tim. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but if it’s not too much trouble, could I have a picture?”

Tim smiled politely. “Of course!” He pulled his arm away from Lea. “Can you take it, sweetheart?”

When she heard the endearment, the girl’s eyes got even wider, if that were possible. She didn’t say anything about it, though, giving her phone to Lea with a small smile.

Lea smiled back, snapping a picture of Tim with the girl, who thanked him profusely before leaving.

As it turned out, paparazzi had managed to get a bunch of pictures of them. They hadn’t even been out that long, but Tim had kissed her on the way back. Even if he hadn’t, though, the arm he had around her waist was telling enough.

There was what amounted to an online manhunt for Lea’s identity, and it didn’t take long at all for her to be located. She privated all her accounts, but she’d gotten plenty of hate already.

Tim flew them down for Thanksgiving. She knew she had to tell her mom about the situation during their visit. There was no way around it.

The house Lea had grown up in was a yellow coastal style home with five bedrooms and a large porch. The front door was, technically speaking, on the second floor, but this was not uncommon for houses built right on the beach. The living room, kitchen, and dining room were all on the third floor, as was the small guest bedroom. 

Directly to the left of the front door was the master bedroom, which was occupied by the only full-time resident of the house: Lea’s mother, Rosalie. Ahead of the front door, on either side, were two bedrooms connected by a shared bathroom. Each one was decently sized and had access to the balcony, so Ari and Lina were quite content with the rooms. To the right of the front door were the stairs to the third floor, and next to the stairs were a door that, if opened, led downstairs to Lea’s bedroom.

Lea liked it because she had an entire floor to herself, complete with her own bathroom and a private entrance. Her room may not be as big as her sisters’, but the privacy more than made up for it.

This privacy, she knew, would be absolutely essential with Tim there. He’d offered to get them a hotel suite, but Lea had insisted that for his first visit as her boyfriend and father of her child, it was important they stay with her mom.

Lea had told her mom she was bringing a guest. She knew Rosalie was assuming that the guest was Sam, who would, of course, stay in the guest room.

Lea was not looking forward to telling her mom about Tim. Rosalie did not like or trust men, and she would be very upset indeed about Lea getting knocked up by an incubus.

“Mom?” Lea called as she shut the door behind her. Tim had just popped up behind her in his customary black smoke, suitcases in tow.

“Upstairs!” called Rosalie.

Lea stepped inside hesitantly, gesturing for Tim to leave their luggage in the entryway. She didn’t think her mom would disallow them from staying, but she wasn’t sure how welcome they’d be after Lea broke the news to her.

Neither of her sisters had gotten there yet, so it was just her and Tim. “My room is down there,” she told him quietly, pointing at the door to the right of the stairs. “C’mon. If she explodes, she explodes.”

“Do you really think she’ll be mad?” he asked. She could hear the frown in his voice.

Lea snorted derisively. “Oh, yeah. Definitely. More at you than me, most likely.”

“At least there’s that,” he hummed. “None of this is your fault, after all.”

“In the kitchen, honey,” her mother called out as they reached the top of the stairs and turned the corner towards the kitchen. “I figured you and your guest would like something to dri— oh!” she cut herself off with a gasp when she saw who Lea was with.

Rosalie Blanchard was nearly fifty. Like her daughters, she had brown eyes and curly red hair, though it was graying at her temples now. She wore it in a bun at the base of her neck.

“Who’s your guest?” she asked, her voice as tight as the curls she kept pinned to her scalp.

“Mom,” Lea began, “this is Tim. He’s my boyfriend.”

Rosalie’s lips pursed. “Your boyfriend.”

Lea nodded, and Tim stepped forward with a somewhat sheepish smile. “Hi, Mrs. Blanchard. I’m Timothée. Or Tim, whatever.”

“Hello,” she greeted stiffly.

“Tim,” Lea said brightly, “would you go take our bags to my room, please?”

“The door next to the stairs, right?” he clarified.

Lea nodded, and he squeezed her hand encouragingly as he went back down the stairs. She knew he’d give her and her mom space as she explained the situation.

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”

Lea winced. “I wanted to tell you in person.”

“Is he good to you?”

“He’s wonderful, Mom,” Lea said quietly. “I love him very much.”

Rosalie’s eyes widened. “You love him?”

Lea nodded. “We should sit down.”

Rosalie looked scared now, swiftly crossing towards the living room and settling into a chair. Lea sat on the couch kitty corner from her.

“What’s going on?” her mom demanded in a voice that indicated she really, really didn’t want to know the answer.

“What do you know about incubi?” Lea asked after several tense heats of silence.

Rosalie’s eyes widened further. “Is… is that boy one?”

Lea nodded. “Yes. I’m his mate.”

Her mom shook her head rapidly. “No, you’re not. You can’t be.”

“That was my initial reaction, too,” she agreed, nodding. “I am, though. That birthmark I have, the one of the eight pointed star? It’s a symbol of a mate.”

Rosalie shook her head more. “It can’t be. Your sisters have the same one.”

“I know, yeah. I’m trying to figure out how to break that news to them,” Lea admitted with a wince. “But that doesn’t matter right now. I need to tell you about Tim.”

“Is he gonna come back up?”

Lea shook her head. “Not until I call him.”

“How long have you been with him?”

Lea twisted her hands in her lap anxiously. “Remember when I had to cancel my last visit during the summer?” When her mom nodded, she went on, “It was because I’d found out what I am to him. He was… he was very sick. He needed me.”

“Sick? I didn’t even know Otherworlders got sick.”

“Well…” Lea grimaced, trying to think of how to word what she needed to say. “You know what incubi feed off of, I’m sure.”

Rosalie made a face like she’d smelled something especially unpleasant. “I’m trying not to think about it.”

Lea looked down at her hands, still twisting anxiously in her lap. “Well… we met, you see, and we became friends. I didn’t want to have feelings for him, so when they developed, I just ignored them. But then…” She took a deep breath. “He wasn’t going to tell me. He just wanted to see me beforehand. One last time, he said. But he looked so sick, Mom.” She looked up at Rosalie then, trying to convey how strongly she felt about Tim, how scared she’d been. “I made him tell me what was going on.”

“What, exactly, was going on?” her mom asked slowly.

“He can’t feed from anyone but me now that we’ve met,” she murmured, looking away and flushing to the roots of her hair. “He was going to starve. He almost did.”

“And he never told you?”

Lea shook her head. “He knew I didn’t want a relationship with anyone, so he didn’t tell me. He said he didn’t want me to feel like it was my fault.”

Her mom hummed thoughtfully at this. “That was good of him.”

“I know.” Tears came to her eyes at the memory of how close to death he’d been. “He almost died because of me, Mom. He would’ve died if I hadn’t accepted him.”

“But you did,” Rosalie observed.

Lea nodded. “I did, yeah. I love him. I’m happy with him.”

“Aren’t incubi immortal?” Rosalie asked shakily.

Lea nodded. 

“How old is he, then? He looked to be not much older than you, but if he’s immortal…”

“We don’t know how old he is,” Lea admitted quietly. “He mentioned the Fall of Troy at one point.”

“So he’s over three thousand years old, then?!”

Lea shrugged. “At least that, yeah. Probably more.”

“You aren’t even twenty-one yet!” her mother snapped. “Besides, isn’t he sucking your life force away?”

She shook her head at that. “No, Mom. He lengthens my life, actually. If I’m with him, I could potentially just… never die.”

Her mother blinked at her. “Oh.”

Lea wrung her hands. “There’s something else.”

Rosalie tensed. “What else could there possibly be?”

“Well,” Lea began hesitantly, “there was a bit of a miscommunication, you see. When we… y’know…” Her mom winced, but she continued, “he had reason to believe I knew that hormonal birth control doesn’t work on Otherworlders. So we weren’t using anything other than that, and as a result…”

“You’re pregnant.” It was a statement of fact rather than a question.

Lea nodded. “I’m keeping it.”

“How in the hell do you plan on affording a baby, Amelie Juliana?” Rosalie demanded, using Lea’s full name the way she did when she was especially angry.

Lea hesitated. “Well… Tim can afford it.”

“He can, can he?” Rosalie scoffed.

“I know you’re not big into pop culture, Mom,” Lea began, “but Tim is an actor.”

Rosalie rolled her eyes. “Actors are just another brand of starving artists.”

Lea shook her head. “He’s not a small-time actor. He’s been in major blockbusters. He has plenty of money for us. He refuses to let me work, actually. Not that I’d want to anyway, but still.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Rosalie griped. “Alright.” She sighed. “Bring this boy of yours up.”

Lea nodded. “Tim!” she called.

He appeared in a puff of black smoke. Rosalie jolted.

“You told her, I take it?”

Lea nodded. “I explained everything.”

Rosalie stood then, striding over to Tim and completely ignoring the fact that he towered over her. “You got my daughter pregnant,” she accused, her voice sharp.

“I did,” he confirmed.

“Are you going to take care of her and the baby?”

“She’s my mate,” he explained. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”

Rosalie pursed her lips, looking Tim up and down. She took a step closer to him, and he blinked down at her. “I don’t care who you are or what you are. If you hurt Lea, you’ll never see the light of day again.”

“Mom,” Lea groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I won’t hurt her,” Tim promised gently, glancing back at Lea.

Rosalie nodded, finally taking a step back. “Well then. I’m going to the store. Hopefully they’re not out of turkeys yet.”

Ten minutes later, he had her pressed up against the wall of her childhood bedroom as he kissed her neck and hiked her blue Burberry miniskirt up her thighs.

“This is a nice room,” he muttered against her skin. “Can I fuck you in it?”

Lea giggled mindlessly, snaking her hands up around his neck.

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t, actually.”

An hour and a half later, Lea was passed out—naked, which was how he preferred her—in his arms. It would be at least another hour or two before she’d rested enough to wake up.

Then, he heard the front door open from the floor above them.

“Lea!” a voice he didn’t recognize called, though it was slightly muffled. “Where’s your boytoy?”

Tim extracted himself from Lea’s embrace and quickly pulled a pair of sweatpants out of his suitcase and yanking his t-shirt from before over his head.

He gave Lea a swift kiss on the forehead and left the room as quietly as he could. Taking the stairs two at a time, he smiled at the pair of women. One he recognized as Lea’s older sister, Lina, and the other, he figured was her younger sister, Ari, whom he hadn’t met.

“Hello,” he greeted politely. Both girls looked so much like Lea—and her mother, too, if he were honest—that it was startling. They had the same curly red hair, the same dark eyes. They were even of a similar stature. “Nice to see you again, Lina.” Then he turned to the younger of the two. “You’re Ari, right? I’m Timothée.”

Ari stared up at him with wide eyes. Lina merely pursed her lips, unimpressed and asked, “Where’s Lea?”

“Taking a nap,” Tim explained. “She’s very worn out.”

“From an hour long flight?” Lina asked skeptically, an eyebrow raised.

“Errrrrr…” Tim grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

Finally snapping out of her trance, Ari rolled her eyes and stepped forward, hand outstretched. “Nice to meet you, Timothée. Lea’s told me a lot about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” he remarked with a good-natured smile.

Both girls opened their mouths to respond, but whatever they would’ve said was preempted by the front door opening again. Rosalie stepped through, carrying several bags of groceries.

Tim immediately rushed over to take them from her. “Here, let me get those. Are there more?”

The woman nodded once, then said, “Girls, unpack these, if you would.”

When Lea woke up a couple of hours later, she was surprised to find that Tim had successfully charmed her mother and sisters.

“I dunno how you did that,” she admitted that evening as he climbed into the shower behind her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my mom smile at a guy before. She doesn’t even let Ari bring home anyone.”

“Dunno,” Tim said with a shrug, leaning his head forward to wet his hair. “All I did was help with the groceries and cooking and whatnot.”

She leaned back against his chest with a grin. “Maybe they just could tell how much I love you and decided to give you a chance.”

He hummed, wrapping his arms around her waist, one hand on her barely protruding stomach.

“They kept asking about the baby, y’know.”

Lea smiled. “And what did you tell them?”

“That you’re fifteen weeks along and refuse to accept that it’s a girl.”

Laughing, she turned slightly so as to kiss him. “We don’t know what it is yet. It could be a girl.”

He hummed. “We’ll have more either way.”

“Yeah?” She leaned up to kiss him again.

“Mhm,” he confirmed. “Ideally, you’ll be pregnant a fair amount of the time.” He trailed his hands up her torso to cup her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples.

“Tim,” she said breathlessly, arching into his touch, “can I suck your dick? Please?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, squeezing her breasts roughly. “Anything for you, baby. Anything you want.”

She turned around and sank to her knees without hesitation, completely disregarding the shower beating down on her. She was unable to resist him long enough to even tease him before she took him into her mouth. His hand found her hair, and he guided her up and down his length, the barbels catching on her lower lip.

“Such a good girl,” he moaned. “Suck me so well, baby. Make me feel so good.” He was watching her, and she knew from the red in his eyes that he was feeding from her, too. Excited by the thought of this, she reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit. “Oh, fuck, Lea,” he said hoarsely. “Are you touching yourself, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” she hummed around him, moaning softly.

“Like sucking my cock that much, huh?”

She moaned again, eager for more of him.

“Like that, baby,” he groaned, the hand in her hair clenching. “Suck it like that, fuck. Good girl. Such a good little slut, all for me.”

She rubbed her clit faster, loving how he talked to her.

“You gonna make yourself cum for me, baby?” he demanded. “You gonna cum with my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours?”

She moaned mindlessly around him, wishing he’d pin her down and fuck her, right there in the bathtub with the shower running.

“That’s it,” Tim encouraged. “Make yourself cum, sweetheart. Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? Getting off on sucking my cock.” When she did nothing but moan, her hips rocking into her hand, he continued, “C’mon, baby. Cum for me.”

She moaned again, this time long and loud, and the vibrations must’ve been too much, because he spilled into her mouth.

She was dazed as he pulled her up, kissing her slowly, leisurely. She kisses him back, leaning into him as she did.

“C’mon, love,” he told her gently, “let’s get you clean and into bed, okay?”

“Mmkay,” she mumbled sleepily, her eyes drooping.

He washed her hair and body, keeping it surprisingly nonsexual—for the most part, anyway; he hadn’t been able to stop himself from squeezing her breasts as he lathered them with soap—before quickly bathing himself, too, and then drying them both off. He settled her into bed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her naked body close against his own.

“Wait,” she mumbled against his chest. “Did’ya lock the doors?”

“‘Course I did, baby,” he told her with a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Top of the stairs, back door, and bedroom?” she clarified.

“Mhm,” he confirmed. “Sleep, Lea.”

“Mkay,” she mumbled, nestling in closer to him. “Love you.”

He tightened his arms around her. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

“You mad it turned out to be a boy?” Lea asked, glancing up at Tim from where she was bottle feeding their newborn son in their bed.

He settled down beside her. “No,” he promised with a smile. “I’d’ve been happy with anything. You know that.” After a pause, he added, “Besides, it’s not like we can’t have more.”

“Lea,” Tim said one day after she had put Theo down for a nap in the nursery they’d set up at their French estate, “why haven’t we gotten married?”

Lea froze in her tracks, blinking up at him in disbelief. “Uh… because you haven’t asked me?”

He stared down at her. “Oh. Alright, then.”

Approximately a month later, Tim took her out to dinner at Guy Savoy in Paris. He had rented out a private dining room for them, the way he usually did, and when he got down on one knee and told her that if he could’ve crafted the perfect mate for himself, he would’ve made her just as she was, she teared up. When he told her that as far as he was concerned, she already was his wife and that they just needed to make it official in the eyes of the law, she cried, nodding eagerly.

He slid the ring on her finger, and then he’d insisted upon finding a bathroom to fuck her in.

She’d needed some coffee after that.

As it turned out, Tim had several cousins. Shockingly, Ari and Lina turned out to be the mates of two of them.

Lina in particular was skeptical of this, concerned that her Mark indicated that she’d end up bound to a man, an incubus, but it turned out to be a succubus.

Ari, on the other hand, had zero issues with the whole thing.

Sam fell in love with a fae who was friends with Tim, who regularly gave her nectar to keep her from aging, and Lea’s mom insisted upon being turned into a vampire, refusing to leave her daughters behind.

It eventually got out that Tim was an incubus. He hid it for a very long time, but nothing remains a secret forever. By that point, however, it was quite clear that he wasn’t human; humans aren’t in the public eye for several hundred years without aging, after all. Still, he generally didn’t discuss his personal life, and that suited Lea just fine. No matter how long things went on, no matter how many lifetimes she lived, she never really got used to the idea of publicly being the wife of a celebrity.

Not that people weren’t aware, of course. She attended events with him and everything, he just wouldn’t discuss their relationship.

They had a lot of kids. Not all at once, or course. Their first five were in rather quick succession—over the course of eighteen years, if one could count that as quick—and then they waited a good long while to have more. But after awhile, when all five children were grown with lives of their own, he convinced her to let him get her pregnant again.

Family reunions were very hectic indeed. Eventually, Tim had to purchase what Lea insisted was a palace. To be fair, a house—though referring to such a large estate as a house was more than a bit of a stretch—of that size was a necessity if they were to house their entire family—their children, descendants, and relatives—at once.

“Oh, goddammit,” she muttered as she stared at the results of the pregnancy test.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” came Tim’s voice. He’d only just strode into the room.

Irritated by his apparent inability to control his jizz, she tossed the test at him.

He caught it without thinking, fumbling with it for a moment before examining what she’d thrown at him. He looked up at her with wide, shocked eyes, a grin slowly splitting his face. “Again?”

“Yes, Timothée,” she snapped. “Again. Learn to control yourself, for fuck’s sake! We have great-great grandchildren!”

He pouted, almost whining when he said, “It’s not my fault! You’re just so sexy, you don’t look nearly old enough to warrant adult children, after all, let alone anything beyond that—“

“No,” she told him slowly, “the issue is you’re a glutton.”

He frowned outright then. “Do you… do you not want it…?”

She pursed her lips, turning around and going towards her closet. “I didn’t say that.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on top of her head. “I’m sorry. I honestly don’t mean to. I just… I love you so much, y’know?”

Lea put her hand over his, lacing their fingers together. “Yeah, Tim. I know.” She sighed. “I love you, too.”

“Does that mean you’re keeping it?”

Lea snorted softly. “Of course I’m keeping it, stupid. It’s ours; yours and mine.”

“You’re mine,” he murmured, tilting her head up so as to kiss her.

She smiled against his lips, threading her fingers through his hair. “And you’re mine.”

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onwardbase disse: jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs ( hugo @ timothée )

Foi somente um dia e meio que o incubus havia ficado distante do seu mago, mas vê-lo ali foi como se todo seu corpo se reascendesse. E isso porque sequer estava com sua energia no total, já que estava há um dia e meio sem se alimentar. Os braços em torno do pescoço do maior, e as pernas enlaçadas ao redor do quadril de Hugo, o pequeno se sustentava mesmo que soubesse que o mago o segurava também. ❝ Como foi? ❞ Ele perguntou, com um sorriso, a testa encostando-se na do maior. ❝ Porra, eu estava com saudades. Você tem que me levar da próxima vez, Hugo! ❞ 

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