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sephirajo · 1 year
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Dedra Meero: *falls among a crowd of Ferris citizens*
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lonelydaydreamsalways · 11 months
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You, Me, and The Space In Between- Arkham! Verse Jason Todd x female reader?? Oc?? Self insert?? Idk
Authors note!! Thank you guys for all the support you’ve given me, I hope you guys like this ! let me know if I should make this into a series or not!! Also I’m writing the character as female bc I know how to write female characters more than males.
Let me know if you see any grammar or spelling errors!
As always, I don’t own any of the characters in dc!
Enjoy my loves!!
Warnings:
honestly almost cried writing this but it’s so cute!!
Tag list : @cherryinsalemverse @skypperlegacy @poisonblessedwithbeauty @thesandsofelsweyr
Let me know down below if I missed anyone or if you want to be tagged! ❤️
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Jason stops, and drops to a crouch next to an all too familiar gargoyle. It’s cracked in places, old and new, and Jason sees how time has withered away at the statue.
Below him, the bustling city continues, blissfully unaware of the future in store. Above, GCPD blimps float out of reach.
It’s just like he remembers.
Goosebumps rise on his arm, feeling a familiar tickle appear. Jason hurries, flipping the armor plating backwards. To watch, as her elegant cursive manifests itself.
It’s a special feature to the Arkham Knight suit he added. An idea which became ingrained in his head so long ago.
Cold feather like strokes bring him back to reality.
Strawberries
Blackberries
Apples
Lemons
Words materialize across his skin. He makes out the first few words. Recognization flashes across his face.
She’s writing a grocery list.
A grin stretches across his face at the mundane task. Reading off the groceries, Jason unconsciously memorizes items which are heavily underlined.
A gloved thumb softly glides over her penmanship.
“Angel…” He whispers to himself, pursing his lips together,” Wait for me, just for a little bit longer.”
Numbers quickly appear soon after. Some are immediately crossed out, replaced by a bigger number. Eventually, when she’s done adding it all up, he leaves the panel as is.
He stares at his arm, incredulously.
For over a year, she wrote to him. Everyday, without fail. Of course, he couldn’t tell when she wrote him, whether it was morning, noon, or night. But, that didn’t matter to him. His days didn’t revolve around the sun or the sky anymore. His life began to revolve around her.
Or, what was left of it, anyway.
Jason’s eyebrows furrowed, and lines appeared on his forehead.
I wonder what she wrote… What she managed to sprawl across her arms, day after day…Was it the same thing everyday? Or something new? How did she not give up on me?
Not once, did Jason Todd ever write back. And, still, she writes to him. Refusing to give up on him when everyone else has.
Jason scoffs, thinking back to his miniscule tenure as a Robin. When random writing and doodles ran wildly among his forearm for him to see.
He ignored them.
He refused to write back.
Jason would wring that fuckers neck If he could.
The adoption had just went through. Training hardly begun when the writing first appeared. Needless to say, Jason kept it to himself. Who knew if Bruce would keep him on this path, if he learned he had a soulmate out there, somewhere, waiting for him.
Jason wasn’t willing to risk that.
Sure, it was extremely comforting to know he wasn’t destined to be alone. But, that wasn’t the universes choice to make. It was his, and his alone.
The universe thought otherwise.
In the beginning, her writing vexed him. The day her writing first showed, Jason was sitting in the Wayne manor kitchen, mid bowl of cereal.
Dropping his spoon, Jason nearly choked. Jason clutched at his forearm, feeling the cool sensation of cursive letters materialize on his skin.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there
-William S.
Jason quit squirming. His heart began to pound, and he squinted his eyes.
No way…Jason thought to himself. Is this…what I think it is? A… A soulmate writing? What does that even mean? Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great l-
“Master Todd!”
“ Sorry!” Jason yelped, clutching his arm close,” I uh… I just missed my mouth, i uh… I’ll pick it up.”
Giving Jason a curious glance, Alfred sighed before going back to his newspaper.
“See to it that you do, Master Todd.”
That night, Jason searched the manors library to find the source of the quote. Coincidentally, it’s also where he found his passion for Shakespeare, Austen, and many other famous authors.
Days and nights passed before he got used to the little writings which would appear. Even longer, to ignore the urge to squirm around at the ticklish sensation. Constantly, Jason would fumble during training, drop a book he was reading, or clutch his arm and squirm like he was about to piss his pants.
Jason’s pretty sure Alfred had an idea as to what was going on. If he did, though, he didn’t say a word about it to him. Life continued as normal.
Until it didn’t anymore.
After that fateful night, which sealed his fate for over a year, Jason didn’t have the luxury to read what she wrote. Her writing stayed, safe, and painfully unread, under the weakened armor of his Robin uniform.
Honestly, the more he thinks about it, it’s a god damn miracle the psychopathic clown never found out. If he had…She would have been beyond fucked. There wouldn’t even have been a damn thing he could have done about it.
Joker wouldn’t have had just a Robin in his clutch, but a little birdie’s soulmate as well.
The clown would have had a fucking field day.
Clutching the skin of his left forearm, he raises both arms to his chest. He attempts to swallow spit. Borderline hyperventilating, he curls in on himself at the thoughts, feelings, and memories of it all.
He could only close his swollen eyes, to revel in the cold, almost ticklish feeling of her handwriting ghost across his skin. Inside, his heart warmed at her devotion.
The only times he would ever smile throughout his hell in Arkham.
A sigh of relief escapes his pale, chapped lips. In his his bloody, sleep deprived state, he could cry.
The only working bright fluorescent light in the room would cast an almost angelic glow around her. Light hovered atop her wavy brown hair, forming an almost halo.
He could never make out her face, always just a blur to him. That didn’t matter, though. Deep in his bones, Jason just knew it was her.
“You’re here…” Jason whispered, swallowing painfully.
“ I’m always with you, silly.”
The gentle teasing couldn’t help but escape her voice. Jason let out a faint smile at her words
“ I know, I know…” Jason agrees weakly.
“That looks like it hurts. It wasn’t there last time I was here…” She says to him.
His angel reaches her hand to his cheek, and Jason accepts, collapsing in her hand. His cheek, covered in blood, and an all too recent brand mark. The smell of burnt skin clouds the room, and flies are buzzing all around him. The brand, already turned black, with bits of damaged nerves dangling from his cheek. Yellow pus slowly oozes it’s way out.
Jason surrenders himself to her.
“Why don’t you ever write me?” She questions him softly, as butterfly kisses continue down his forearm.
He feels the familiar tingle, resisting the urge to twitch. Faintly, he smiles at her.
“You know I would if I could, Angel.” He barely says to her at last.
“ I don’t,” she starts, a teasing tone taking over her voice,” You never wrote me before…” She trails off, pouting.
“ I know, Angel,” He shudders out, writhing around pathetically in his wheelchair,” Why don’t you tell me what you’re writing?” He begs her.
She giggles at him, kneeling before him. Her wavy hair spills across his thighs and trail down the sides of his wheelchair. Gentle fingers trail up his thigh closest to her, carefully avoiding any bloody barbed wire.
“Now why would I do that?” She answers coyly.
“Because,” Jason starts, sucking in a breath,” Because I should have wrote to you before. And now…Now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”
“I wonder,” She starts, tilting her head to the side,” If one soul mate dies, and the other remains, will writing still show on the dead soul mate?”
Jason doesn’t respond, retreating to the murky depths of his mind.
His Angel lets out a small sigh.
“I’m sorry, that was really depressing to think about.”
The fluttering on his forearm stops, then starts again on his other one.
“ What do you want me to write?” She finally questions him, leaning her cheek against his thighs.
Jason lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Anything,” He whines to her, closing his eyes,“Everything.”
Jason keeps his eyes shut, waiting for a response.
“Angel?” He pleads desperately.
Only when the warm, fluttering sensation leaves his forearm do they fly open. He looks to his arm, begging for the ghostly touch of her.
“Angel?” Jason questions, jerking his head in all directions he can,” Where’d you go?”
Silence is his only response.
“Don’t do this to me, too!”He bites his lip, resisting the urge to cry.
“Angel? Please! Please don’t leave me in here alone!”Jason weakly cries out, attempting to raise his hoarse voice.
“Angel?” He quietly begs.
The fluorescent light above him flickers, and cockroaches scatter across the floor beneath him as his only response.
Authors note!
The quote used in the fic was by William Shakespeare, but I don’t remember which work of his.
It turned out shorter than I wanted but oh well. I really liked the idea of him hallucinating about her
Thanks for reading!❤️❤️
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writtenonreceipts · 7 months
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Rowaelin Month Day Six: Forced Proximity @rowaelinscourt
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She is a mess because I wrote her in one day between doing my real job and trying not to cry xoxo
Warnings: mild covid references/quarantine days, very poorly edited
level of concern (tell me we're alright)
The apartment was too small.  Aelin hadn’t noticed it until now, but two rooms and a single bathroom with a kitchen that easily melted into the living room was hardly enough space for two people.  Two people who hated each other.
Aelin threw herself down on the couch, gripping her coffee in one hand.  She’d long ago mastered the art of equilibrium where any sort of caffeine was involved so she didn’t spill anything as she sprawled across the plush cushions.  Groaning, she leaned her head back and tried, so very hard, not to lose her ever loving mind.
It was only week three of quarantine and she was going insane.
She missed going outside whenever she felt like it.  She missed going shopping.  She missed her friends.  She missed people.  Instead, she was trapped here with the one person she did not want to be.
“Do you always have to sound like a dying whale?” A very unamused voice called from the kitchen table, a grand ‘ol four steps away.
Aelin flashed a single finger over the top of the couch.  She got a grunt of disapproval in return.
“It’s eight twenty-two, well outside of your precious quiet hours,” she informed her roommate. “I can do whatever I want.”
Another grunt.
Aelin shifted to peek over the couch to glare. “You sound like a dying walrus.”
And Rowan Whitethorn promptly choked on his cereal.  Two days in a row—Aelin was on a winning streak.
When Aelin first moved to Doranelle three months ago, her plan was to have her own apartment, a dog, a perfect new job, and a social life.  What she got was a crash landing with her nemesis, no dog, the worst job known to man, and quarantine.
She and Rowan had been at each other's throats since they met one fateful night at a bar.  Rowan spilled beer on her, an accident, and promptly insulted her two minutes later after trying to hit on her.
As it turned out, he was friends with Aelin’s old roommates' boyfriends.  She should have known he was the worst considering he and Lorcan Salvaterre got on.  
The bar scene ended with a fight, more beer spillage (on purpose), and a promise of vengeance.
Unfortunately for Aelin, her prospective lease fell through and she would have been homeless if not for the extra room in Rowan’s apartment.  And then covid struck and Aelin was trapped.
Hence, her beached whale position (and sounds) from the couch.  Life was one cosmic joke after another.
“You don’t always have to make your presence known, y’know,” Rowan commented as he pretended, he hadn’t almost had multi-grain Wheaties shooting out of his nose.
“Of course I do,” Aelin argued, “how else can I annoy you before quiet hours begin?”
His green eyes flashed and he rose from his seat at the table, already dressed in a button up and slacks.  For Zoom meetings.  Like a lunatic.  If he’d been wearing a tie she would have teased him for it.  Of all things the man should still be in shorts and a t-shirt.  At least the button up stretched in interesting ways over Rowan’s broad shoulders.  He might have been the bane of her existence but he was nice to look at.
“Don’t you have a job?” he asked, putting his dishes in the sink. “Ah, I forgot, you don’t.”
“Freelance writing is a job,” Aelin said.  She sat up straighter so she could better glare at him. “It’s not my fault things have slowed down.”
Indeed, Aelin’s literature degree had taken a hit given the state of the world right now.  She’d hoped she would have a job at a major publishing company or magazine or something.  Instead, she’d been rejected from job after job and was trying to write freelance articles to keep up on rent.  It…wasn’t going well.  Which had led her to content creating for Instagram.  She read books and talked about them and it kept her somewhat sane.  Until Rowan mocked her for it.
“Rent’s due on the fifth!” he called as he disappeared down the hall to his room to shut in for his work day to begin.
Aelin had no idea what he did, only that it involved not having a sense of humor.  Something with marketing?  But his degree was in history if Elide was right…
She shrugged and took a long sip of her coffee.  She had less than twenty minutes before quiet hours started at eight-forty and ended at five thirty when the work day ended and she had every intention of making as much noise as possible.
Rowan knew he was an ass.  He’d always been known as the asshole throughout high school, college, the steps in-between.  Even his friends often thought he was worse than Lorcan.  Lorcan of all people.
Granted, ever since Elide came into the picture, Lorcan had mellowed out and even smiled once a week.
Rowan found scowling to be more beneficial.  Especially when it came to getting Sam Cortland to shut up in the daily staff meetings they had over Zoom.
His degree was in art history and appraising--a limited degree where all he’d wanted to do was work in a museum organizing exhibits.  Not writing legal documents for rich men to take art from their rightful owners.
The irony was not lost on him that perhaps he shouldn’t give Aelin such a hard time about her job and the fact she wasn’t using her degree very much.  
The only problem was he’d dug himself into a hole and now he had no idea how to get out.
Aelin, for all eccentricities, was smart and did work hard.  She was doing everything possible to stay afloat--sarcasm included.
Their first meeting at the bar had only gone so miserable because Rowan didn’t know when to shut up and apparently had a unique skill of insulting beautiful women.  What a time to learn that.
English?  Isn’t that the easiest thing to study?
She should have slapped him and not just dumped beer in his lap.
Rowan leaned back in his seat as the project manager started talking over the new contract that would be drawn up between a client and their acquisitions.  It continued on for too long and Rowan just wanted to get back to his own assignments.  By the time late afternoon rolled around, he was ready to log off and be done for the day.
He’d always considered himself to be a homebody, but this was getting ridiculous.  He wanted to be out doing things.  But the trails were closed, his friends were spread out over the country, and there was the risk of a disastrous illness running amuck.
So he was trapped in an apartment with Aelin Galathynius.  The place had always felt enormous until she’d moved in.  But she had a way of filling every space she occupied.  Other than the various bathroom accouterments she had there were the dozens of fleece blankets, the books, the personality.  Even he had to admit she was different from anyone he’d met before.
Unfortunately, she was very good at holding grudges.
He’d tried apologizing for getting off on the wrong foot when she first moved in, but her mind was already made up.  Then came the way she was loud, talkative, rambunctious.  Quarantine was not meant for her.  After one day he’d realized that she needed space and freedom and the ability to do whatever she wanted.  The jury was still out on how he felt about that.
He was finally able to mute his other coworkers when a loud crash echoed from the kitchen.  Rowan rolled his eyes.  It was two, so of course Aelin was getting snacky.  He’d clocked her eating habits and quickly learned she needed to eat at least eight times a day to be in a good mood.  Seven of those times had to involve chocolate.
She had been doing better at keeping quiet while he was in his zoom meetings so Rowan tried to control his ire.  Really, she hadn’t been a bad roommate.  She’d tried to keep the peace between them and even offered to include him on DoorDash orders.  All of her orders were from the local dessert shop and Rowan didn’t eat much sugar so that didn’t help matters.   
Another crash from the kitchen followed by the patter of feet to the linen closet.
“Damndamndamndamn,” Aelin chanted as she went.
Rowan froze.  She’d broken his sink again, hadn’t she?  He glanced at his computer but no one was paying attention, all engaged in their own work.  Besides, he could step away from a minute if he needed to.
Standing, Rowan slipped into the hall and down to the kitchen.  He braced himself for anything and everything.  Knowing Aelin there could be a dead body.
What he was completely unprepared for was the settling plume of flour and mess of various baking items scattered around the kitchen.
“What the hell are you doing?” he blurted before he could stop himself.
Aelin turned from the counter, her blonde hair spilling out of a messy bun.  Her t-shirt and shorts (that showed off her lean legs) were covered in a mix of flour and butter, her face smudged too.  He knew he should stop staring.  Really, he’d seen her first thing in the morning looking like the walking dead and in the middle of the night crying to Taylor Swift.  And now, covered in flour, eyes wide with panic.  He would admit it only to himself and deny it if anyone asked him--but she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“It’s cookie Friday,” Aelin said, she had a towel in one hand, spatula in the other.  A bottle of vanilla was tipped over as she was trying to mop up the mess. “Sorry.”
“You hate cooking, or baking, or anything involving an oven,” Rowan reminded her.
“Which is why I’m only going to eat the dough raw,” Aelin said, voice growing quieter with each word.  Her blue eyes were comically wide as she gestured around the kitchen. “Then the thing exploded and the other thing tipped over and it turned into a mess and I was trying to be quiet because you are a grumpy buzzard, even on Fridays, and I know you’re at work but I really needed cookies.”
Aelin continued to look at him with her large eyes as she offered a sympathetic shrug of her shoulders.  
"Sorry?"
Rowan didn't know if he should laugh or be irritated or something else.  But all he really could do was stare at her.  It was such an Aelin thing for her to do that really, he couldn't be mad.
"You know raw cookie dough is bad for you right?" He asked.
"No, it literally feeds the soul," she set.
With a wet thwack, she dropped the towel in the sink and righted the vanilla bottle.  Most of it had spilled out leaving a sickly-sweet scent cloying in the air. "And I don't care what scientists or other miserable things you read say."
Rowan rolled his eyes. He should have known better than to try and reason with her. "Alright fine.  Eat your salmonella."
"I will, thank you," she said.  A patch of flour still clung to her cheek giving her bravado a little less umph than he was sure she wanted. "And I'll clean up, no need to worry your poor old heart about that."
"I'm not old," he said.  Thirty was a perfectly reasonable age.
"Yeah, yeah."  She patted herself down, sending little plumes of flour all over the place.  She tried righting her hair, but it seemed to be of no use—most of the tendrils had broken free and she was stuck with a curling mass in the nape of her neck. "Go back to work, I'm sure nothing will get done without you."
And Rowan in a bought of what had to be pure reckless abandonment shook his head. "Nah.  I'm not that important."
Aelin raised a brow. "Really? Even with your real degree and real work you put into college."
Well.  He deserved that. 
"Yeah?"
Aelin eyed him skeptically before tossing another clean towel at him. "You get the floor I'll get the cabinets."
And then because the apartment had somehow shrunk in the last three months—they were continually in each other’s way.  Rowan brushing her leg, Aelin grabbing his shoulder when she nearly fell over while reaching for the top cabinets, both going for the sink at the same time.  It was chaos.  And because Rowan didn't know how to sort out his own feelings, he found his skin heating at each touch, his heart race at each glance.  And he knew, he knew he was a fool.  But if the past three months had taught him anything—it was that he could be very wrong about a great deal of things.
When the kitchen was somewhat restored to order.  Aelin sighed. "I guess that'll have to do.  I'll dig out the real cleaning products in a minute, I have to meet with one of my editors.  Hopefully one of my articles was accepted this time."
She said the last part flippantly, but Rowan could sense the tension rolling off of her.  She wanted that job to go through, needed it.  
"I'm sure it will," he said.
Aelin rolled her eyes. "You don't have to offer a pity compliment buzzard; I know it's not your style."
“It’s not--” Rowan cursed and looked away, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “We both know what I said back then wasn’t true.  I know it must have taken work and dedication to get your degree.”
“Thanks.  It did.” She was unapologetic with her bold words, just as he would expect her to be. “I won’t keep you.  I promise I’ll have the rest of this cleaned up before bed.”
“It’s fine,” Rowan said. 
Aelin grabbed the dirty towels to take to the small laundry alcove but Rowan stopped her.
“You’ve got flour,” he tried to explain that there was still a steak of flour on her cheek, but he was already reaching out, brushing it away with a quick swipe of his thumb.
Aelin froze, watching him as if she didn’t recognize him.  Not that he could blame her, he was actually being nice.  Her lips parted as if to say something, but Rowan’s phone gave a loud ping from where he’d left it in his room.  He’d hooked his notifications onto a larger speaker setting so he wouldn’t miss anything during the day if he got up to leave his desk.
“Work calls, right?”  Aelin joked with a small, half smile.  And then she was gone down the hall.
Rowan cursed again, running a hand over his face. 
“Get it together, Whitethorn,” he muttered, before he too returned to his room.
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clawedandcute · 1 year
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Okay okay first prompt because they're my beloveds: Kanera (potentially ft. Space Fam) on a trip to Naboo, exploring somewhere!
Here it is, @kanerallels! The exploring bit got a little lost, sorry, but it's kind of there? I hope you like it anyhow! Thank you for the prompt. <3 <3
This is Your Crack Team of Rebels?
Hera lands the Ghost in a secluded canyon that twists through the wilder part of Naboo and is assaulted by the dulcet sounds of her crew -- family, children, whatever... She has long stopped trying to separate the different titles -- arguing as soon as she opens the bridge's bulkhead.
"Chopper, I swear to the kriffing stars!" In the galley, Ezra is perched atop Chopper, bashing him over the dome with a multitool, and Chopper is whirling in tight circles, hurling swears at Ezra in binary. "Tell me where my lightsaber is, or I'll --"
Their crazed path around the galley sends them crashing against the table, which almost makes Zeb spill the cereal he's brooding over. He snarls and thumps his fist against the table, which does make the cereal spill. As he jerks out of the way of the blue milk that washes over the edge of the table, he shouts, "If you do that one more time, I'll throw both of you out the airlock!"
"Him first," Ezra snaps, manfully keeping his balance as Chopper does his best to imitate a rabid bluurg and buck him off. "He started it."
"You're a Jedi, can't you just, I don't know..." Sabine, sitting out of danger on top of the counter and painting a new design on her helmet with a small paintbrush, makes a vague gesture with her free hand. "Sense it?"
Paint from her brush drips onto the counter, joining a dozen identical spatters. Hera remembers when her Ghost was spotless, every surface gleaming.
It was a very brief period.
"No, I can't sense it." Ezra's disgust at her ignorance is evident in his voice. "It's not alive!"
"You're not going to be alive in a minute," Zeb threatens, trying to rescue the remains of his cereal. Ezra, possibly as retaliation, possibly as self defense, uses the Force to fling one of Sabine's spare brushes at his head. Zeb ducks, but when he lifts his head again, his cat green eyes are murderous.
Hera stays where she is in the doorway of the gallery and rethinks her life choices, starting with the day she told a newly sobered up former Jedi padawan that she had an extra room on her ship and ending with yesterday, when she told Agent Japor that of course the Ghost crew was equipped to transport a dozen Gungan refugees to a secure Rebel safe house. Then, she pulls in a deep breath and yells, "Kanan!" over her shoulder.
"What?" His voice floats back to her from somewhere in the cargo hold.
"Wrangle your padawan!"
There's a pause, and then Kanan says, "This is a clearly a Chopper problem. He doesn't listen to me."
Hera doesn't respond. She just waits, tapping her foot, until the guilt she's silently heaping on Kanan through their Force bond -- one she doesn't fully understand but is still fully capable of using to her advantage -- wins out. He trails into the galley and takes in the scene, managing to come in just as Zeb grabs Ezra by the scruff of his jacket, tears him off Chopper, and tosses him into the corner. Chopper cackles in binary, but then Zeb slams one clawed foot on his dome and holds him in place. Chopper's stunner needle comes out, and he stabs upward at Zeb, who jerks away with a shouted swear and a choked growl.
Kanan slides her a sideways look. "I'll handle Zeb, and you handle Chopper."
She folds her arms. "And who is handling Ezra, love."
He shrugs. "Sabine?"
"Already doing it." Sabine is leaning over the edge of the counter and letting paint drip onto Ezra's hair, with infinite care. He notices when a drop trails down his face, and he swats at her, howling, "Sabine!" as she dodges, laughing so hard that she snorts.
Hera takes a deep breath. They're going to be late to the rendezvous point.
# # #
Fifteen minutes, four failed attempts to scrub the paint off Ezra, three equally unfruitful attempts to scrub it off the counter, two grudging apologies, and one recovered lightsaber later, they all step off the boarding ramp and onto the pebbly riverbank. The canyon walls stretch up on either side of them, a rainbow of strata and misted green with lichen and algae. There's the faint music of birdsong in the air, almost drowned out by the rushing of the river.
Hera will always love her homeworld the best, but Naboo has a certain beauty that can't be found anywhere else in the galaxy.
"Sabine, take a loop and check the perimeter," says Kanan as they make their way forward. He has his lightsaber ready at his belt, and so does Ezra. While Naboo is far from a willing member of the Empire, it is squarely in some of the most tightly controlled space in the galaxy.
The Emperor almost seems to take pleasure in bringing Naboo under his heel, more than any other planet. Before she met Agent Japor, Hera used to wonder why he treated his own homeworld so badly, but after Agent Japor's stories of a fierce, outspoken senator who died at the same time as the Republic did, she doesn't wonder any more.
Senator Padme Amidala is not who all the Imperial media said she was. She is not the child queen and the naive senator who handed power and freedom over to Palpatine like a willing lamb. From what Hera has heard, she seems like someone her father would be willing to call a friend.
"Rendezvous is this way," says Hera, leading the way to a cave that opens up in the rock face. Zeb and Ezra bring up the rear, while Kanan takes point once they enter the cave. Chopper says by Hera's side as he usually does, and as he putters over the rough ground, he takes her hand with his manipulator -- probably more to steady himself than anything else, but Hera appreciates the gesture nonetheless.
"You commed ahead?" Kanan asks.
"Yes. She says the Gungans are ready and waiting, and there's no sign that the Imperials have been tipped off."
"No sign yet," Ezra says in a voice of doom as they continue onward.
"That's my padawan." Kanan ruffles his hair before Ezra can duck away. He gets paint flakes on his hands for his trouble. "Always with that hopeful outlook."
Hera picks her way around a stalagmite that is wreathed in some kind of colorful fungus that manages to be beautiful instead of off-putting. In the dimness, it glows a soft golden yellow. There's a boulder blocking their path ahead, so Kanan scrambles over it and helps her up after him. They have to lift Chopper together, since it's too fine a maneuver for him to use his rocket booster. Chopper complains about the indignity in binary the entire time, Ezra and Zeb complain about his weight and ungainliness, and Kanan complains about the jabber on both sides. Hera just rolls her eyes.
When they set Chopper down on the other side, still bickering, Hera turns around to see Agent Japor melt out from the shadow of a rocky outcropping. Beside her, Kanan startles briefly and then relaxes, hand dropping away from his saber. As soon as Ezra sees her, he elbows Zeb hard to shut him up.
Which really doesn't help them look professional, but Hera's long past caring.
"Sabe," she says, smiling in greeting. It's nice to be able to use her real name -- that's an all too rare privilege nowadays. "It's good to see you again. I don't think you've met my crew." She gestures behind her and introduces them all in turn, right down to Chopper, who chirps out a charming greeting.
He always knows when to play the dutiful droid, and it's usually when there's a new person around.
"Sabine is checking the perimeter," Hera adds. "Where are the Gungans?"
"I'll take you to them," Sabe says, waving a hand toward a side passage that is almost completely hidden by a wall of hanging fungus.
As they head down the passage, Sabe falls in step next to Hera. The faint light cast by the fungus -- Hera is starting to think it's being cultivated as a light source -- bounces off her brown hair, which is smoothed back into a bun. Though years have made sharp angles in her face and made some of the similarities dissipate, Hera still sees the resemblance between her and Padme Amidala -- at least, the Padme Amidala she remembers from old holocasts.
"Thank you for coming," Sabe says after Kanan and the others have drawn further ahead. "Truly. But..." She hesitates, and Hera sees politeness warring with the directness that characterizes Sabe.
"What?"
"When you talked about your team, I didn't..." Sabe doesn't finish the sentence, but the unspoken, I didn't expect a kid, a Jedi who makes jokes instead of imparting pithy sayings, a Lasat of indeterminate age, a mouthy astromech, and a Mandalorian teenager. "Everything I've heard, and I guess I'm just having trouble believing this is your crack team of rebels."
"Oh, don't worry." Hera smiles and looks ahead, watching Zeb boost Ezra over another boulder and then watching Ezra and Kanan realize at exactly the same time that they can use the Force to lift Chopper after them, look at each other and decide not to inform Zeb, and spectate gleefully as Zeb manhandles the astromech over the rock by himself. "That's not my crack team of rebels. That's my family."
Before Sabe can respond, everyone's comm links go off at once, and Sabine's voice echoes through the passage. "We've got a flight of TIE fighters closing in on our position!"
# # #
A harrowing twenty minutes after Sabine's warning, Hera is helping the last two Gungans board the Ghost while Sabe covers her from the squad of stormtroopers that's trying to pin them down.
Before the troopers can close in on them, Zeb leaps down from a ledge of rock and handily dispatches all of them. His bo-staff whirls in a blur, and two stormtroopers he just bashes together hard enough to shatter their helmets.
Kanan is up on the roof of the Ghost, using his lightsaber to deflect the TIE fighters' fire back at them. Sabine is a multicolored streak across the sky as she flies Ezra up to a TIE, drops him onto the canopy, and catches him again after he cuts through the fighter's wings with his lightsabers, sending it plummeting toward the ground.
When it crashes in a plume of iridescent fire, Hera turns to grin at Sabe. "This is my crack team of rebels."
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Phoenix finally transfers. But things aren't as simple as just walking out of there...
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CWs: immortal whumpee, abuse, beating, mentions of being (possibly unintentionally) denied food, broken bones, concussion, plushie whump, belongings whump (for want of a better term), choking
Phoenix packs the tube of capsaicin cream and the box of scrawled reminders into the bottom of their rucksack carefully, then pauses.
They’re transferring to Kai’s team tomorrow, so they need to pack. And they should pack some of the food from the large box under their bed. It’s unlikely they’ll need it, Kai never lets them miss meals if he can help it, but if something happens... if his team does something and he’s not there and doesn’t know... if it gets too much to leave their room... just in case, they should have something.
They rummage around in the bottom of their wardrobe until they find a fairly small plastic box and set about filling it with cereal bars and packets of crisps, a small bottle of ginger beer stuffed down the side. There. That should do until they have more space.
At least, if Kai or Aaron find it, they won’t get angry. But they pack it at the bottom of their rucksack anyway.
Then they stand up, glancing at the door nervously. They really need the toilet now, they’ve been in here for as long as they can, hoping, praying, that they could hold on, that they wouldn’t have to see their teammates before they leave in the morning, but they can’t wait any longer. Maybe they won’t bump into anyone.
It’s not like Abbie can’t come in here whenever she chooses, anyway. If she wants to punish them before they leave, she can. And besides, she wouldn’t want to do anything to them that Kai’s team would see.
Right?
Right.
They’ll be fine. It’s less than 24 hours before they leave, anything Abbie can do to them now Kai would see, and people who don’t already know would see how they’re trained. And Abbie, for some reason, doesn’t like that.
They head to the nearest toilet as fast as they can without running. Okay. Okay. Now to finish, and make it back.
That turns out be more of a problem.
They’re halfway back down the corridor, nearly there, nearly there, when they fall, barely catching themself before they fall on their face.
They try to rise, but they can’t, feeling a boot pressing into the small of their back. It’s a large, solid, leather boot, heavy too.
“Indigo?” they croak as soon as they get their breath back, then add hurriedly, “sir?”
“Yes. It’s me. And Segun.” Phoenix shivers at the malice in her voice. “I want you to listen to me very carefully. You’re not going to tell anyone how you were trained. That’s our secret, and ours alone. And if anyone finds out in some way that’s not through you, you’re not to act all pitiful about it. Because you deserved it, you understand? That was the best way to train you, and it worked.” She presses her boot further into their back. “Do you understand?”
“Yes– yes, sir,” chokes out Phoenix. They know it was for their own good, why are they being beaten up over it?
Segun scoffs. “You’re pathetic. I don’t understand why the agency even took on someone so feeble and worthless in the first place. I think we need to make the lesson stick.”
There’s a sound of agreement and Phoenix is kicked over onto their back. They try to curl up but Segun presses the tip of his trainer under their chin, forcing it back up.
“No. Don’t. Don’t do that, how are we supposed to give you a lesson if you’re hiding?”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Hmm.”
There’s time for Phoenix to take a breath and then it starts. Phoenix can feel kicks, and fists maybe too they’re not sure, hitting their chest and arms and legs. They bite their lip and close their eyes against the pained whimpers threatening to emerge. It hurts so much and they don’t even understand what they’ve done wrong this time. There are other ways to remind them not to tell.
The kicks stop for a moment, enough for them to take in a painful, shallow breath, and then a boot comes down hard on their face. They feel a sharp agony in their nose and something warm and wet trickles down their face. Their eyes water, and they can’t stop a pitiful cry of pain, especially when the foot comes down again, on their forehead this time, hard enough to smash their head into the thin carpet. They see stars, eyes streaming now.
There’s laughter and possibly a burst of light (although that could just be their head) and then finally, finally, the footsteps fade away. After a while they’re left with only the pounding in their ears, and the aches and agony everywhere.
As soon as the throbbing in their head’s died down slightly they force themself to stand, holding the wall for balance. They scrub their eyes angrily to get rid of the tears and pull down their sleeves, brushing off the worst of the dirt carefully. Their camouflage will cover the bruises forming on their skin.
They touch the back of their head gingerly. It’s not bleeding. Good.
Kai’s not here but Aaron should be, in the medbay, and Phoenix pushes themself through the corridors, taking the long way round to avoid the possibility of bumping into Segun or Indigo again. Or Abbie, but they don’t think she’s around. They can’t stay in this flat any longer, they know that much. At least... not until they desperately need to pack. They can take a break at least.
When they reach the medbay they lean against the wall, ignoring the pain, looking around for Aaron. It’s not very busy in this section today, most of the nurses are standing around chatting or organising things. Must not be any missions coming back.
“Phoenix?” Phoenix jumps and looks round, wincing as their head pounds at the sudden movement. “I was going to ask if you’re just here for a social call but clearly not. Come and sit down.” They stumble over to the bed and Aaron draws the curtains. “Let me fetch you some painkillers. I’ll be right back.” He starts to walk away but Phoenix grabs their wrist weakly before they can stop themself.
“Don’t go... please.”
“You’re in pain. And don’t tell me that’s not a bootprint on your hoodie.”
“I know but... ’s only bruises... I just need someone. Please.” Their voice breaks on the last word and Aaron sits down, pulling them into a careful hug.
“Okay. Okay, Phoenix, I’m not going anywhere.”
Every sob, every shudder that racks Phoenix’s body hurts, but they can’t stop it. It’s only one more night, they thought they were safe for one night, but they weren’t and it’s too much. It’s not like they would ever tell anyone anyway.
Eventually they calm down enough to pull away, swiping at their eyes and hiccuping. “I– I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. Were you busy?”
“Not at all. Just doing some organising while I’ve got the time. But you’re more important than that.” Their mouth twitches. “Want to show me what happened?”
Phoenix nods and pulls off their hoodie, and then their t-shirt too, because that’s where the worst bruises will be. That’s where it hurts the most, aside from their nose of course, they can still feel Indigo’s boot pressing into their back. Then they close their eyes against Aaron’s reaction and let their camouflage go in an icy rush.
“Oh, Phoenix.” There’s no pity in Aaron’s voice and they look up at a soft touch to their back. Their eyes are a mix of concerned and angry – not at them, though, they’ve learned that by now. “They’ve really done a number on you, huh?” Phoenix nods. “Right. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re gonna stay here tonight. I’ll fetch you some painkillers and something to clean yourself up with, and then collect your stuff, so you don’t have to go back to your team’s quarters. That okay? You be alright for a few minutes on your own? You’re safe here.”
“If– if you’re going,” asks Phoenix tentatively, feeling like a small child and hating it, “will you call Kai? Please? I don’t– I don’t want to be alone for long.”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” He squeezes their hand. “I’ll do all that now and be back as soon as I can.” Phoenix nods and Aaron leaves.
Leaves them alone.
They grasp the metal bars of the headboard tightly, taking deep breaths, jumping at every sound. It’s fine, it’s fine, Indigo and Segun can’t get to them here, the staff won’t let them near, it’s fine.
They can’t stop imagining it though. The nurses won’t notice and Indigo and Segun will get them and hurt them again and–
Phoenix yelps as footsteps approach and the curtains open, ducking and bringing their hands up to shield their head.
“Hey, hey, easy. It’s just me. I brought your painkillers.” Phoenix peers up to see Kai, who takes one look at their tear-stained, bloody face and bruised body and pulls them into a careful hug.
“What the hell did those bastards do to you this time?”
_
Aaron’s fuming as he makes his way up to Phoenix’s team’s quarters.
They jumped them. They fucking jumped them. Phoenix hasn’t said as much, but between the jumpiness and not wanting to be left alone and the goddamn bootprint-shaped bruise on the small of their back it’s obvious.
All those bruises, all over Phoenix’s body. Aaron doesn’t understand why they’d do it, not the day before Phoenix is due to leave. One last bit of fun?
Shaking his head, they push open the door to Phoenix’s room. It’s a mess. And not a Phoenix-mess, he’d recognise that anywhere after the amount they’ve made at his place, this is someone else’s. They pick their way carefully through the scattered belongings, some of them dirty and torn, until they reach the wardrobe and pulls out a partially-packed black camping rucksack. At least that’s not damaged. The photo album of Phoenix and their sister is thankfully perfectly safe as well, and Aaron tucks it securely into the bottom of the rucksack, above whatever’s already there. They pull out all the clothes remaining in the wardrobe and stuff them into the bag, then turn to survey the rest of the room.
There’s no point trying to save the fairy lights, which have been ripped down and crushed. He picks up the books he thinks he can save, most of which have missing pages or covers, but some are torn completely. There’s no saving them.
Then they change their mind and pack those in anyway. Maybe Phoenix can fix them. Or they might want them anyway, even if they can’t.
He strips the bed and covers, piling the colourful bedspread that was a gift from Kai into the bag as well as the massive weighted blanket. The polaroids of the three of them they slip into a secure pocket.
Then they turn to the last remaining item, arm and foot torn off, eye missing, stuffing pooling onto the mattress underneath. Mr Frosty.
The only thing Phoenix has from when they were little, already repaired several times in his long life.
It’s Aaron’s turn to repair him this time.
He picks up the large plushie snowman and packs him away carefully, then gathers as much stuffing and loose plushie fabric as he can find, tucking it into another pocket.
That’s everything then. There’s a few pieces of clothing that would be impossible to repair, and the fairy lights of course, but other than that... Phoenix’s life, packed into one not-quite-full rucksack. He shoulders it and turns to leave.
Abbie’s standing in the doorway, arms folded, a smirk on her face.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Such a temper, and I haven’t even done anything.”
“You and your team jumped Phoenix and trashed their room. That’s not nothing.”
She shrugs. “I meant to you. As for that bitch, they shouldn’t have betrayed us.”
“Betrayed you? Betrayed you? You abused them for over five years. Don’t blame them for taking the first exit they could find.”
“That was training. Not abuse. We’re the best performing team in the League, thanks to that. In fact, I’m surprised management let you take our best asset.”
Aaron narrows his eyes, clenches his fists. “Phoenix isn’t an asset, they’re a goddamned person. And you’re very full of yourself. The only reason you lot have the best performance is because on every single mission you send Phoenix to die so the rest of you barely get hurt. You take on far more missions than anyone else because you don’t give Phoenix any recovery time. The three of you are complete and utter bastards. Now get the hell out of my way and let me go back to my friend.”
“Didn’t know they were capable of making any. But then I suppose they’re probably a sucker for anyone who looks at them twice. Pathetic.”
Aaron feels a surge of anger and lashes out, slamming Abbie into the wall. “I said get out of my way.”
“I could report that, you know,” rasps Abbie, massaging her throat. Aaron shrugs.
“You could. But then I’d tell them to look at the last five years of security footage. Phoenix was sixteen when they started here. Only sixteen. So I’d back off, and pray that they never report you. Unless you want child abuse charges brought against you. Understand?” Abbie nods once and they stride off, back towards the medical bay.
_
Kai holds Phoenix as tightly as he dares. He’s not sure what happened, but he can guess who did it. Aaron had had a face like thunder as he’d handed over the painkillers, and Phoenix’s natural skin colour is barely peeking out under the bruises and blood. They’re shaking in Kai’s arms, and not just from the tears soaking his t-shirt.
“You’re safe now, Phoenix. You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.”
Eventually Phoenix pulls away slightly, wiping their eyes. Their voice is horribly stuffy. “I– I’m fine. Were you busy?”
“Nah. Just tidying up ready for you to arrive tomorrow, but the rest of the team can manage that without me.”
“Oh. You don’t have to clean up especially for me.”
“I know. But we want to.” He hands Phoenix some paracetamol and a glass of water. “Here. Want me to clean you up a bit?” They nod, wincing, and he picks up a cloth, wiping their face gently. “I think your nose is broken.”
“Guessed that,” says Phoenix thickly. “Hurts.”
“I know, I’m sorry. So sorry.” He brushes their fringe out of the way to wipe their forehead. “How are your fringe and forehead so dirty?”
“Indigo’s boots are dirty.”
Kai feels a surge of fury, hand tightening on the cloth. “She kicked you in the head?”
Phoenix flinches. “Stamped on it.”
“Do you have concussion? Is anything broken?”
“Yeah, but it won’t last long. And I think my rib’s cracked, but you can’t bind that anyway, so.”
“I’ll just have to be gentle with you then.”
“You already are.” And Phoenix’s eyes say plainly that they still don’t understand why. It breaks Kai’s heart to see.
“Course I am.” He runs the cloth through their fringe, wiping a few strands at a time. “What happened?”
“I was in the corridor and they, um, they jumped me. Segun and Indigo. I don’t know where Abbie was. They said they were giving me a reminder not to tell anyone else.” They frown. “Which means you’re not just weirdly nice. It must be wrong, if everyone would disagree with it.”
“Starting to get it now?” asks Kai gently. He doesn’t have high hopes though. They bounce between their treatment being wrong and Kai and Aaron being weird every few days. He thinks he’ll know when they finally realise for good.
“Mmm.”
The curtain rustles and Phoenix jumps, raising an arm to shield their head.
“Easy, Phoenix,” soothes Kai, running a hand down their other arm, “it’s just Aaron.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’ve brought your things. Or what I could salvage, at least.”
“What you could salvage? What happened?”
“Why do you have a needle and thread? Phoenix doesn’t need stitches.”
“It’s not for them, it’s for Mr Frosty.” He sits down on a chair and sets the large rucksack at his feet. “And as for what happened... Phoenix, someone trashed your room. I managed to save most of it, but the fairy lights and a few of your clothes are beyond repair. And possibly some books, I brought them all anyway in case you can fix them but I don’t know.”
“Guess we know where Abbie was then.”
“And Mr Frosty?” asks Phoenix urgently, ignoring Kai. “What happened to him?”
Aaron sighs. "He’s a bit torn up. I’ll fix him, don’t worry too much, but…” He pulls the biggest part of Mr Frosty out of Phoenix’s bag and hands it to them. They stifle a sob and clutch the plushie tightly.
“Mr Frosty…”
“I’ll fix him, it’s okay. Might be a bit messy but he’ll be whole again. Alright?”
Phoenix nods, wiping their eyes. “Can I– can I see the rest of my things?”
“Of course. Be careful though, some of it’s pretty fragile now.” Before Aaron can lift the rucksack onto the bed Phoenix hands them Mr Frosty and slides down onto the floor with a wince, undoing the straps stiffly. They peer inside.
“Oh.” Phoenix pulls out half of a dirt-spotted book. “Are they all like this?”
“No. No, some are intact. Some are worse though. I picked up as many pages as I could find, I’m not sure if you’ll be able to fix them?”
“There’s got to be tutorials online somewhere,” murmurs Phoenix, “I can try. Thank you.”
Aaron smiles weakly. “It wasn’t a problem. Really. If it helps, your photo album hasn’t been touched. Nor have the polaroids of the three of us. Here.” He kneels down beside Phoenix and takes the photos out of their pocket, handing them over. Phoenix looks through them, smiling through their tears.
“They really didn’t touch them.”
“No. And most of your clothes need a wash but they’ll be fine as well. Your suit’s clean. It’ll be okay, Phoenix.”
Phoenix nods. “I– I know. I know.” But their eyes say that they really don’t, not right now.
“I can get these in the wash now, if you like,” offers Kai, “that way they’ll be ready for you when you come to mine in the morning.”
Phoenix shakes their head. “I don’t want them to be somewhere I can’t see them. I mean– if it was just you, but it’s not just you, and I know they’re your team but I don’t know them, and it’s just– I can’t.”
“That’s okay, I don’t mind,” reassures Kai. “C’mere and have another hug.”
Phoenix packs away the photos carefully before scrambling stiffly onto the bed and into Kai’s arms, a small, soft weight in them.
“I’ll give you some privacy to finish washing up and fetch some clean clothes, alright?” asks Aaron. Phoenix nods, and Aaron strokes their hair once before leaving, pulling the blue curtain tightly closed again behind them. Phoenix melts at the touch.
“You really do like that, don’t you?” Kai murmurs. They nod into his damp t-shirt. “Want me to help you finish cleaning up?”
_
Not too long later, Phoenix is clean, dressed and asleep in an old hoodie and pyjama trousers of Aaron’s. The clothes dwarf them, and they look tiny, the blanket hanging partially off them because they can’t manage it all right now, holding onto Kai tightly as they snuffle. Aaron sits on the edge of the bed on their other side, concentrating mostly on the needle piercing Mr Frosty’s fur repeatedly, glancing at Phoenix worriedly every so often.
“I’m going to kill them,” says Kai, running a hand through Phoenix’s hair. “I’ll bloody well kill them.”
“No you won’t. Phoenix needs you.”
“Later, then. Once they’re safe.” He pauses as Phoenix snuggles closer. “How did we not realise they’d do something like this? It was their last chance, we should’ve known.”
Aaron shakes his head. “We always miss it. Every damn time, we miss it. But we won’t help them by drowning ourselves in regret.”
Kai quirks his mouth slightly. “Sounds familiar.”
“It should. You’re the one who told me it.”
“Mm.” It’s true. Kai was the one to say it first, months ago. It came from his mentor originally, although where she got it from he has no idea. “Didn’t expect you to remember it.”
“It’s memorable.” Aaron curses as the thread drops out of the needle and rethreads it carefully. “Did Phoenix tell you? I’m keeping their weekly check-ups for the foreseeable future.”
“They said. I’m glad, but I’m still not convinced you won’t burn out, taking on another team.”
“Your medic’s retiring, you need one. And it’s the only way I can keep Phoenix under my care without letting on that something’s wrong. I really need to keep an eye on them.”
“My team won’t–” he starts, indignant.
“I trust you, Kai. I trust your team. But I don’t trust Phoenix with themself.” Kai looks at them quizzically and they sigh. “Right now, they still believe that the pain their team put them through helped them learn ‘properly’. And if they believe they need to keep learning that way... well. I don’t want anything to happen.”
Kai swallows, fear rising. “You’re saying they might... hurt themself?”
“It’s a possibility. I want to keep an eye on them.”
“That’s a good idea. Don’t burn yourself out though.”
“Sophia won’t let me.”
“Good.”
Aaron squints at Mr Frosty as he sews on an eye, then he sets down the needle and holds the snowman out at arm’s length.
“Hmm. He’s a bit lopsided. Do you think Phoenix will mind?”
“Nah, they’ll just be pleased you fixed him.”
Aaron leans over and squishes Mr Frosty in between Phoenix and Kai, and Phoenix tightens their grip, pulling the snowman towards them as they sleep.
“At least tomorrow, they’ll be out of here.”
_
Phoenix wakes in the morning feeling stiff and surprisingly rested. They’re slightly boxed in by warmth and they open their eyes, confused.
Oh. That must be why they slept so well. They’re tucked into Kai’s side, Aaron lying on the other, an arm around their shoulders. Both their friends are asleep. And they’re lying on something. They sit up carefully, wriggling out of Kai’s hold, and pull whatever it is out from underneath them.
It’s Mr Frosty.
He has thick black lines of stitching down him and his eye is a little wonky, but he’s back in one piece and Phoenix hugs him tightly.
“Is he okay?” asks a groggy voice. Aaron’s woken up, and Phoenix beams at him.
“He’s perfect! Thank you.”
“You sure? He’s a bit wonky. And the stitching’s really prominent, but black’s the only colour we have.”
“He’s a frankensnowman,” murmurs Phoenix. “Thank you.”
From Phoenix’s other side, Kai yawns. “Oh. You’ve found Mr Frosty then?” They nod. “Good. Told you they’d be happy with him, Aaron.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Right. I’m going to head downstairs, make sure the team’s ready for your arrival, if that’s okay?”
Phoenix nods. It’s weird. They’ve never had anyone actually prepare for their arrival in a nice way before (at least, they hope it’s nice).
“Alright. Do you want me to come back and show you the way?”
“I– um, I think I’ll be okay. Thank you.” They need to make a good impression and turning up clinging to Kai like a lost child won’t do that.
“Noted. I’ll see you soon then.” He gives Phoenix a quick hug and then exits the medbay.
“You sure you know the way?” asks Aaron.
“I might need you to remind me.”
“Now or...”
“Before I leave would be best, I think.”
“Right. Will do. Can I give you a hug?”
Phoenix nods and Aaron wraps an arm around their shoulders. Their friend doesn’t hug much, but Phoenix loves it when they do.
The blue curtains open and Phoenix jumps, raising their arms instinctively.
“It’s just me,” says Sophia brightly, and they lower their arms, heart racing. Still not over yesterday then. “I heard you were awake. When was the last time you ate, you must be starving?”
“Dunno,” they murmur. Now she mentions it, they do feel hungry. They’ve been hungrier, though, so the ache doesn’t register much. “You don’t usually deliver food.”
“I’m off shift now. So, jam on toast and a couple of jaffa cakes.” She grins and waits for them to sit up properly before depositing the tray in their lap. “Enjoy. I think we have a pair of your trousers around here somewhere still, let me go find them.” She hurries off, and Phoenix nibbles on their toast.
Aaron pinches a jaffa cake and takes a bite.
“Hey!”
“Should’ve eaten it first if you didn’t want me to get it,” retorts Aaron teasingly.
“You’re eating it wrong! If you’re going to steal my food, at least eat it properly! You have to eat the chocolate first, and then the dry cake bit, and then the orange jam. Like this.” And they demonstrate. “See? You don’t just eat all the parts together!”
Aaron’s watching them with a fond smile.
“What?”
“There you are. I haven’t heard you ramble properly since the church.”
Phoenix frowns. “But– that was a month ago. Have I really not...”
They trail off as they realise why they haven’t been themself, even less than normal, and Aaron answers, “No. I can guess why, but I’m glad you’re back.”
“So’m I.”
“So, how are you feeling?”
“My nose hurts, and my ribs. But I’m mostly just stiff. I’ll be okay. The bones are definitely healing.”
“Your nose certainly is, I can hear that. Painkillers?”
“Please.”
Aaron hands over a couple of pills and Phoenix swallows them. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Want me to help you put your cream on your back?”
Phoenix nods. “It’s, um, in the bottom of my bag. I wasn’t going to bother this morning, I just wanted to get out of there, but if you’re going to help then–”
Aaron climbs off the bed and unpacks the rucksack carefully, pulling out a tube of cream before re-packing the rest. Phoenix flushes. He’ll have seen the box of food, they know it, and they’re not sure why they’re embarrassed but they are.
They turn away quickly to hide the redness and shrug off their hoodie and t-shirt.
“I won’t take long. Hold the blanket over your chest if you’re cold.”
Phoenix nods. They know that, but sometimes it’s good to be reminded.
It’s a good thing they have the blanket, too, because halfway through Aaron spreading the cold, soothing cream over the worst of the scars on their back and upper arms (they can do the rest relatively easily themself), Sophia appears with a pair of tracksuit bottoms. Phoenix squeaks and holds the blanket tight to themself as she pops in and out, carefully not looking at them.
It’s not long before they’re dressed and re-packed, Mr Frosty sitting carefully in the top of their rucksack. They swallow and with a thought, envelope themself in camouflage, covering up the still quite nasty-looking bruises.
It’s time to go.
When they push aside the curtains around the bed, rucksack over their shoulders and hoodie sleeves tugged down nervously over their hands, both Aaron and Sophia are waiting for them. Sophia gives them a box of homemade biscuits and pulls them into a quick hug.
“Housewarming present. Sort of. For you and your new team.”
“Thank you.”
“Except they’re not allowed to eat them if they’re mean to you,” adds Aaron, clasping them gently on the shoulder when Sophia lets go. “And I’m serious about that.”
“I won’t let them. I promise.”
“Good. Now. Go out of the medbay that way, straight to the end of the corridor, two floors down, and it’s the flat with the very glittery sign.” Phoenix looks at him quizzically. “The team did some babysitting once. There was glitter all over the tower for weeks.”
Phoenix can’t help a smile. Glitter gets everywhere. “Got it.”
“I’ll see you for your check-up on Friday then.”
And something heavy loosens inside Phoenix. Not everything’s going to change. If something happens with Kai’s team, Aaron will be here.
They didn’t even realise the weight was there until it was gone.
“Yep. I’ll see you soon.”
Phoenix grips the straps of their rucksack tightly as they head towards Kai’s flat. It’ll be okay. It’s Kai, it’ll be okay. They slow down subconsciously as they descend the last flight of stairs, heart pounding. Maybe… maybe it would’ve been a good idea to ask Kai to come back. Then they wouldn’t be able to dawdle.
They force themself to take the last few steps until they’re stood in front of the door (they think distantly that the cardboard door number really is glittery). Nearly there now. All they have to do is knock.
As it turns out, that’s harder than it should be, and they pace until someone walks past, looking at them curiously. They can’t wait any longer.
Phoenix knocks.
There’s a clamour of noise from inside and they wipe their sweaty palm on their trousers. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s going to be fine.
The door opens and Kai’s standing there. He pulls them into a hug immediately.
“Phoenix! You’re here!”
“You sound surprised,” murmurs Phoenix thickly. Kai doesn’t just sound surprised – he sounds delighted, and they can’t understand it.
“I thought you might take longer. Is that Aaron and Sophia’s baking?”
“Yep. And Aaron says your team aren’t allowed any if they’re mean.” They flush and Kai hugs them tighter.
“Well, of course not. Come and meet the rest of the team.”
Phoenix follows Kai down the hallway and into the living room, where the rest of the team are waiting, broad grins on their faces. Santhiya’s wearing a colourful striped party hat, and there’s a shiny banner hanging from the ceiling reading WELCOME PHOENIX.
“Well?” asks Lian impatiently. “Do you like it?”
“Where, um, did you find one saying Phoenix?” is all they can think of to say, stunned by the effort.
“Morfydd ordered it specially.”
Morfydd shrugs and says softly, with a lilting Welsh accent, “You’re new. You should have a banner. I hope it’s not too much.”
“I tried to make you a cake too,” adds Santhiya, almost bouncing with excitement, “although it didn’t go too well.”
Lian snorts. “Understatement of the year. You almost set the oven on fire, Santh. It took us a whole day to clear the smell and I’m sure the smoke’s still clinging to my clothes.”
“Hey! I tried, alright? It was a lemon cake, Kai said they liked lemon cakes. You do like them, right, Phoenix?” But Phoenix’s throat is too choked up to speak, and she frowns in concern. “Phoenix, are you okay?”
And Phoenix–
Phoenix bursts into tears.
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thelovelybitten · 9 months
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vera's first watch of south park -- season four (part 4)
LORD THIS IS SO LONG SD GSDBGKSBKJ
EPISODE 11:
AYO WHAT IS THIS BEEEEAAAT BRO?!?!?!?!?!?!?
THIS INTRO IS SO GOOD I AM SHAKING ASS
12/10 INTRO CARD SLAYED THE HOUSE DOWN BOOTS HOUSTON I'M D E C E A S E D
they are now 4th graders !!! they abt to be 9 years old !!!
wendy and BEBE MY KIDS IN FRAME I LOVE IT
stan be for real Y'ALL AIN'T ABT TO SHOW ASS TO THE NEW TEACHER
BUTTERS JKDNSGJNJKDSNGKJNDFK HE'S UNHINGED UR HONOUR
I am looking respectfully. this lady's breasts are ENORMOUS
MS. CHOKES ON DICK ARE U CEREAL SDJFBJISDBGK
stan, baby, we gotta work on ur jokes.
THE WAY IT WAS ONLY CARTMAN DSAHFBJDSBG GET BONED
TWEEK IS ME FR
cartman in his elvis era
NO NOT CLYDE CRYING JSDFBGKJSDBKJHBKSD MY FUCKING BABY DON'T CRY MI AMOR
clyde and wendy giving butters the bombastic side eye
these boys abt to use timmy as time travel bait NOT COOL
Mr garrison?!?!?!? where art thou
wendy sussing out the specifics iktr
damn. timmy went flying.
nah not y'all doing timmy dirty...
WHAT THE FUCK LADY DON'T GRIND YASELF ON TIMMY HE DID NOTHING
20 MINS UNTIL TIMMY IS BLOWN UP. I HOPE WE NEVER GET THERE
Mr garrison backstory damn
of course they gonna put kenny w the exploding chair I mean how else this man gonna die huh
OMG EW U ARE SICK FOR THIS DEATH
TIMMY SAYING PLS HELP???? HIS FIRST WORDS
OH FUCK THERE HE GO INTO SPACE
NO NOT THE PREHISTORIC TIMES
MR GARRISON AS A MONK FOR MISS CHOKSONDIK
garrison pls just come out as gay PLEASE THIS PONDERING IS SO BORINGGGG
THANK YOU LORD
all the FACULTY BEING SUPPORTIVE OF GARRISON AS THEY
F U C K I N G SHOULD
I take it back, y'all freaks
EPISODE 12:
ITS BEEN A COUPLE WEEKS BUT IM BACK AND THIS INTRO STILL BUSTS DOWN HOLY
IKE IN A BUSINESS SUIT ?!?! clean af boi
FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN !!!
NOT KYLE AND CARTMAN HAVING THE SAME THING
cartman always 1 uppin Kyle LMAO
who the fuck is this man.
BILL COSBY ?!,!
KYLE GET HIM
Stan being the voice of reason so real
NOT THE KIDS BULLYING IKE BOOO
Mr.Garrison bro these kids understand jack shit
KYLE BEING SMART he’s that straight A kid wbk
Kyle and Ike geniuses
CARTMAN RELAX LANDISMXKMAKD
STOP IKE IS QUAKING
BILL COSBY STEALING THE TRAPPER KEEPER LMAO
FLORA 💘 A BABY GIRL
KINDERGARTENERS RIOTING
Cartman UNHINGED
OH HE A ROBOT ?!?!,
so basically Eric destroys the future alright
FLORA DECIDED !! IKE SLAY
LMAOOOO THE RECOUNT
the kiddos are FERAL
KYLE AND CARTMAN FIGHTING FOR NO REASON
everyone okay with killing cartman
“KISS YOUR ASS GOODBYE FAT BOY” Stan spitting facts
DAMN THEY GETTING THE BIG GUNS IN
OH FUCK THAT THING IS SCARY
liane my beloved
LIANE OH MY GOD SHE GETTIN ROBOT DICK
OH FUCK CARTMAN OH NO
NOT KENNY
JESUS CHRIST OH MY GOD
liane still getting it tho LMAO
OH god KYLE it’s gross in THERE
NO KYLE MY KING SAVE HIM
MR GARRISON POPPED AWF AS HE SHOULD 💅🏻
this cartman monstrosity makes me physically sick
IKE WINS LIKE THE KING HE IS
cartman this is so gross
Stan forcing cartman to thank Kyle and doesn’t HAHAH
EPISODE 13
AAAAAA STENDYLEEEEE
Wendy looks SO CUTE JEICKSKXKDKXKC SHE IS THE GHURL
Stan and his fake beard WERK
KYLE MY SON
I’ve been famished of stendy/STENDYLE content pls excuse me
STENDY HAS A DAUGHTER OH MY GOOOOODDDDD
Timmy LOL
BEBE MY GIRL LETS GOOOOOO
BUTTER SPRINTING
CLYDE AND TOLKIEN OH MY GOD SO CUTE
the kids are so cute I can’t
Wendy speaking boosts my serotonin
GOBBLES :)))))
Timmy protecting gobbles is so sweet
OH FUCK TIMMY SAID JUMP THRU THE RING OF FIRE
AWWW GOBBLES SLEEPING W TIMMY IM CRYING SO WHOLESOME
Clyde slayed
THE KIDS ARE SO CUTE DANCING
kybe crumbs they beside each other
TURKSLAY
BEBE MAIN SLAYER
OH FUCK KENNY
Gobbles sacrificed Kenny for himself not slay
this man manipulating Timmy NOT COOL
cartmans brain is so whack
EW SOME OF THESE VISUALS ARE SO DISTURBING I can’t
NO TIMMY IM SORRY MY LOVE 😭😭😭
NOT HEIDI’S DOG :((((
ALL THE DADS SETTING UP CAMERAS LIKE DADS DO IS SO CUTE AND VERY WHOLESOME 😭 very slay of them
I SEE WENDY AND TOLIKEN CHITTY CHATTIN IN THE BACK 👀 SPARKS ?!?!
DONT KILL GOBBLES
OKAY PRODUCTION !!!!
OH DAMN THEY KILLED SO MANY TURKEYS
STENDY MOMENT STENDY MOMENT I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM
singing for their fake baby IM DEAD
I have BIG FEELINGS FOR MY KIDS
STAN AND WENDY YELLING AT THE PLASTIC BABY WHY ARE THEY SO UNHINGED I LOVE THEM
them faking their deaths to end the act is so REAL. no one is doing it like my kids ON GOD
NO HE SHOT TIMMY
IM SO UPSET
WATER HELEN
I know WENDY HITTING THAT HIGH NOTE I JUST KNOW
OH FUCK THEY KILLED THAT TURKEY ON THE SPOT
gobbles !!!!
butters. Oh my god
Okay another part bc I fear the character limit
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redemptioninterlude · 2 years
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“Letting people down is my thing, baby.”
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fall out boy meme ( accepting ) + @homewrxcker // elliot
The shift to LA isn’t nearly as STRANGE as she expected it to be. Washed in neon, orange, sunlight, palm trees and motel living, they’re degenerates floating along the top of the surf, and nobody bothers them, not when they sink into the sand and hold hands around the idea of being there, together, the dreams they spin up. It’s almost impulsive - she tells him, maybe, she’ll go be an actress. “I’ve been playing pretend all my life,” her words all solemn and tired, dark eyes flickering in his direction. Maybe because they’re sleepless at 4 am and driving in his car and talking about, life ; it’s summer and the heat lays oppressive over them both, as they talk about maybes and what ifs. She tells him, her fingers tangling with his, shyly, over the space between them, that she hopes he’s there for it.
                    Through ups and downs. Sobriety and addiction.
So off they go, waking up on rooftops and finding themselves dosed up on sunshine. Rue’s like, weirdly in love with him, and he loves her too, he’s like, FUCKING GREAT, and they’re living in a mess above some chinese restaurant, where everything they owned smelled like grease and distinctly like moo shoo pork and lemon chicken and soggy beansprouts. Neither of them seemed bothered, while stacked into their tiny space, things leaning over each other and piled high, music, clothes, folded up in smaller spaces, and her over him, living off of some mattress left haphazardly slung within a corner. The sand always tracks, from the beach to their place, something she’s kind of fallen in love with while watching it all wash away, gritty, at the bottom of their shower.
And him, bent, in his boxers and a baggy shirt, smoking a cigarette while pushing around food in a pot, her arms around his middle from where she’s fresh out the shower and smelling like Dr Bronner’s mint castile soap, her cheek against his spine as she sighs, and tells him, “I think I like, FUCKED UP an audition. Am I letting you down?” the words lost somewhere in the cotton, it’s loose, cross hatched weave.
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            “Letting people down is my thing, baby.”
Which makes her laugh because, leave it to Elliot to fucking know just what to say, not able to see his face but knowing that his eyes are warm, and so is that smile, how it’ll twist and look war weary for others, but light up when she’s there, just for her. Squeezing tighter, she peaked about him to take a look at what he’s ATTEMPTING to cook, tongue slick between her lips as she choked on a giggle. “Starting with dinner? Fuck. Turn off the stove. Let’s have cereal and say fuck it. Good try though. Honestly, I’m just impressed it looks cooked through but I’m kind of suspicious of the addition of curry powder. What was this supposed to be again?”
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rinzis · 2 years
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very real and very random bonten hcs
because i said so
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+ takeomi coughs so fucking loudly AND snores like he’s about to chun up a lung, even after koko threatened to hide his lighters and “put them damn cigarettes down”
+ actually even after takeomi had his lighters taken by koko ,, kakucho came into the kitchen at 2am to find takeomi holding a cigarette in the microwave and hoping it would light
+ ran cooks. but he also thinks it’s absolutely hilarious to bake random objects into the food ??? the others only find this out when sanzu’s choking and kakucho finds a penny in his meal.
+ sanzu sticks gum on the soles of rindou’s dress shoes for fun
+ koko had to put locks on his bathroom door and get a whole key for it because the haitanis would literally just walk in with a business proposal whilst koko’s taking a shit
+ sometimes rindou will wake up in the middle of the night and remember some dumb shit sanzu pulled on him a couple days before. proceeds to steal one of takeomi’s lighters and walks into sanzu’s room with deodorant in one hand and the lighter in the other to flamethrow right next to his head as payback
+ mikey wanted a mullet like sanzu and rindou at one point . he decided to let kakucho cut his hair and it ultimately ended with mikey having the izana trim 2.0 because kakucho said it was impulsive. also koko came in and asked to shave a dollar sign into his hair and was banned from the room
+ every decision between the execs is settled by either odds on or rock paper scissors . mochi picks 4 in odds on and paper in rock paper scissors every time as “reverse psychology” but rindou’s the only one who falls for it
+ ran once made space brownies but forgot to tell koko the secret ingredient and he ate the entire batch . safe to say space brownies were banned after that
+ koko bought a nintendo wii for the hideout but it was promptly removed after rindou threw the wii remote through the tv after refusing to put the safety strap on because “it’s for fucking pussies” and let go of it during dance dance revolution
+ sanzu bought the bitmoji shower curtain one time but he hated it when it arrived and so instead hung it in kakucho’s bathroom because “it cost $15 and we cant possibly throw it away”
+ takeomi almost put rindou in hospital after he refused to let him be baby daisy in mario kart
+ mikey puts water in his cereal when they run out of milk because he cant be bothered to go to the store to buy more
+ they have a swear jar but koko’s so stingy he refuses to put any coins in
+ takeomi tried to quit smoking one time. mikey bought him candy sticks to “recreate the feeling of cigs” but ended up eating them all himself
+ sanzu puts salt or coke depending on how he feels instead of sugar in ran’s coffee
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weluvsosa · 2 years
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EUPHORIA ft. connie & jean
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warnings: threesome, slapping, biting, spitting, praise, degradation, raw sex (wrap it before you tap it), drug usage, overstimulation, oral (f receiving, m receiving), face fucking, pet names, slight male x male
lemme know if i missed any!
"hey guys wanna do something stupid?" connie turned towards you and jean, his eyes wide and bright as the idea popped into his head. you and jean exchanged looks before looking back at him—both of y'all worried about what he was going to say next.
you spoke up first. "...something like what?" you hesitantly asked. connie wasn't exactly known for his good ideas, so of course you were skeptical of whatever was about to come out of his mouth. "okay so get this" he shifted his body to face you "let's get high" jean let out a sigh of relief before leaning back on the couch—allowing his body to un-tense "oh i thought you were going to say sky diving or something" you lightly laughed as you turned your attention back to your phone.
"we always get high..how is that stupid?" jean faced towards him. "it's stupid because we're gonna get super high" he said as a smile spread across his face. you looked back up at him "super high?"
"yeah super high. we're gonna each eat 10 edibles" he excitedly said—rubbing his hands together as he lifted his body off of the sofa heading towards the hallway. jean choked at his words. "THREE? what the fuck i thought you said high not outta this world"
you let out a light chuckle at his reaction before shrugging your shoulders. "i'm done" jean snapped his head in your direction—he shook his head "y'all both are crazy"
connie emerged from one of the rooms, holding a large black plastic bag in his hands, smiling ear to ear as he dropped it on the coffee table in front of you and jean, making you both stop and stare at the bag in confusion. "well? open it" connie urged. you reached your arm out, grabbing the bag as you impatiently ripped it open. your mouth slacked open at the contents inside.
various edibles were inside of the bag. cookies, brownies, rice krispies, cereal bars, and much, MUCH more. "holy shit" jean mumbled. he reached into your lap and grabbing one of the many treats from the bag. your eyes quickly shot up to connie who simply stood there with his hands on his hips, a smirk occupying his face as he took in both of your reactions.
"where did you get these?" you narrowed your eyes at him when he adverted his attention somewhere else, ignoring your question. "i baked them of course" he finally answered, nervously playing with his fingers.
you turned your head to look at jean, hoping he'd pry the truth out of him, jean on the other hand had already began to dig in, stuffing one of the brownies into his mouth before chewing and swallowing, a satisfied look on his face.
"one down, nine more to go"
"this is so fucking dumb"
you, jean, and connie all laid down on your bed. jean laid his head on top of your breast with his hand resting on your stomach and connie laid in between your thighs, his arm wrapped around one of them as he stared off into space. you had no idea how you three went from the couch to your bed, but you weren't necessarily complaining either.
by now, jean and connie had finished eating their 10 edibles, they were out of it and just chilling. you on the other hand... you were still on your seventh one, trying to eat them as fast as you could. you were so focused on eating the cookie, you didn't notice how jean's hand began to slowly trail up your stomach or how connie started to gently rub on your thighs.
"hey y/n..." jean mumbled, catching your attention as you tried to stuff more of the brownie into your mouth. "hmm?" you answered—the dessert restricting most of your speech as you began to put more in your mouth, making your cheeks puff out before quickly swallowing.
"you look really nice with your mouth full" he said before leaning on closer to you and smashing his lips against yours. you felt connie moving in between your legs, your pants and underwear soon being removed. connie trailed his hands up and down your legs before tight gripping your thighs, pulling your shorts down, coming face to face with your glistening slit.
"damn y/n" connie mumbled, using his middle finger to gather up some of your slick and tasting it before he dove in. "oh my god~" you moaned out, the feeling of his warm tongue licking and slurping at your pussy while his nose repeatedly brushed against your clit sent shocks throughout your body.
connie placed your legs on his shoulders for more access, his gray eyes never leaving yours, dick twitching in his joggers as he watched you squirm and shake.
jean was kissing and licking at your neck, leaving behind hickeys and dark marks. he lifted your shirt up, wasting no time as he undid your bra. his hands immediately grabbed your boobs as he used his fingers to play with your nipples.
you moaned loudly as you watched connie devour your cunt. he raised up for a minute before spitting on it—he watched as it ran down to your hole before slurping it up and shaking his head, watching you as your face twisted up in pleasure. he stuck in two of his fingers, curling and spreading them while you clenched your thighs around his head.
"look at me some princess" jean said. you looked over to him with glossy eyes before you closed them due to the overwhelming pleasure. a hard slap to your face made you snap your eyes open as you gasped, your walls getting tighter around connie's fingers, making a smirk cross his face.
"you like that shit huh?” he asked before harshly biting on your thighs, leaving marks and drawing a little blood. another high moan fell from your lips and you screwed your eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing from the feeling of your orgasm coming.
jean took this opportunity to kiss you again—this time much sloppier. he was swallowing up every moan you let out. connie swirled his tongue around your clit a few more times before you felt yourself coming undone. you wrapped your arms around jean’s head and pulled him closer while bucking your hips up into connie’s mouth, riding out of your high.
connie lifted himself up from in between your legs and took his clothes off, carelessly throwing them on the floor. jean pulled away from your kiss, a line of spit still connected to your lips as he did the same, turning your body over so that you were now on your stomach and facing him.
“hands and knees baby” you obeyed his command, propping yourself into doggystyle and arching your back a little. connie got behind you, slapping your ass a couple times, leaving large handprints on your skin.
jean jerked his dick in front of your face before tapping his tip against your lips, signaling for you to open your mouth. soon as you parted your lips he shoved all of it inside, immediately hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag. “yeah just like that angel” he praised you.
while you were occupied with this, connie guided his dick to your entrance, pushing it in slowly before bottoming out with a loud groan. your eyes widened from how thick he was, it burned a little but felt good nonetheless. he pulled out before thrusting hardly again, setting a pace and jackhammering at your g-spot.
jean's hand rested on top of your head as he looked down at you, eyes clouded with lust while he continuously shoved his dick farther down your throat. he hissed as he bit down on his lip, obsessed with how your lips looked wrapped around his length.
you reached your hand up up and massaged his balls in your hand, he let out a loud groan before throwing his head back, biting down on his lip harder to hide the small moans that started escaping his mouth.
connie was behind you, fingers digging deeply into your hips as he slammed into you, his dick pounding at your g-spot with every hard thrust. "you like swallowing this dick? oh fuck yes baby you're so good at this" jean said, biting down on his lip when he felt your tongue gliding on the underside of his dick.
Connie grabbed a fistful of your hair, fingers tangling in your locks as he shoved your head down more, forcing your throat to swallow more of jean's length. "you like that huh? you like being treated like the fucking slut you are" connie spat, slowly grinding his hips up against your ass before giving another hard thrust.
you took your mouth off of jean's dick to catch some air, hand still pumping rapidly up and down.
"c-connie slow down," you were barely able to speak with the animalistic pace he was going. each thrust more brutal than the last as the vicious slapping of skin echoed throughout the room. "connie-"
"shut the fuck up. you can take it," he harshly spoke, sending a hard slap to your ass before grabbing and massaging the flesh in his palms. you whimpered out, starting to get lazily with jerking jean off until he tilted your head up a bit, making you look at him before giving you a sweet smile "i didn't say stop princess" you nodded obediently as you guided his cock back into the warmth of your mouth.
jean leaned forward and grabbed connie's head, both of their lips pressing together as their tongues moved in unison, jean sucked in connie's bottom lip and bit down on it, making his thrusts falter for a second before deepening the kiss. just from watching them, you felt your pussy clench around connie's dick, causing him to let out a deep groan in jean's mouth.
Jean's hand reached underneath your body and his fingers grazed your nipples, pinching and playing with them. Connie let go of your hair, moving his hand to Jean's neck as his other one rubbed rough circles in your clit. you moaned louder and your eyelashes fluttered, the noise sending vibrations around jean's dick.
you cried out again, your back turning into a deep arch as your eyes rolled back fully and you felt your orgasm fastly approaching. "that's right baby, cum all over his dick" jean spoke into the kiss as your eyes rolled back and a muffled scream came from you, coating connie's dick in a white ring while he continuously pounded at your g-spot.
jean broke the kiss before he pulled his dick out of your mouth, grabbing your face to look up at him while he jerked his dick in front of you. "so fucking good for me" he praised you "you ready for your reward baby? hmm?"
"yes yes please!"
strings of loud grunts came from him as the thick white liquid spurt out on your face. jean smirked at you before using his tip to swear the cum all over your lips. he crouched down to your level, admiring how pretty you looked with his seed spread all over your puffy, red lips.
"open your mouth baby" he spoke softly as he pushed his thumb back your lips and pressing down on your tongue. he gathered some saliva in his mouth before spitting it into yours. connie gripped your hips tighter before sending multiple slaps to your ass. broken moans came from you as his thrusts started to get rougher and feel deeper. he tried to keep all his noises suppressed but grunts and small groans made still made their way to your ears.
connie let out a high whimper, thrusts faltering slightly when he felt himself reaching that peak. “take all his cum baby” jean spoke sweetly to your while wiping the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. you nodded rapidly and after a few more thrusts you could feel him feeling you up, sloppy wet sounds coming from your cunt as you took all of his cum.
“you did so good angel” jean pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, softly stroking your cheek as he watched your eyes slowly close.
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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years
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Build Me Up - Chapter 1
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Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader
Word Count: 3000+
Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!
Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: I put out a poll to see which of my chapter fics y’all were interested in me starting next. I was sure that Will wouldn’t get hardly any attention and I was intimidated by him and yet, the universe is laughing because here we are, writing for Will who led the poll nearly the entire time! I hope I can do him justice.
Shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for listening to my insecurities and being an unofficial beta reader who gives AMAZING feedback!
**Please note this fic takes place about a couple years before the events of Triple Frontier.
**There is also a 10 year age gap. At the time of this chapter, Will is about 38 and reader is about 28.
**Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias
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Walking the aisles at your local Publix, you check and recheck your paper grocery list, chuckling as you remember how your friends poke at you for not just using your phone. “I like to write it down. Helps me think,” you argue as they shake their heads.
Walking through the pasta aisle, you pass a handsome blonde man pushing a cart. You meet his eyes briefly and find your cheeks hot under his blue eyed gaze.
“Excuse me,” you mumble as you try to reach around him for some pasta.
“No problem, miss.” The man steps back to allow you space, observing your every move.
You grab what you need and toss him a small smile. “Thanks.”
“Welcome.”
You continue on your way, thinking about the handsome man and how polite he was. His eyes were breathtaking, like blue quartz, and held some depth and weight behind them.
As you reach the end of the aisle you’re in, you hear yelling and loud voices from the next one. Turning into the cereal aisle, you see the handsome blonde man from earlier gripping another man’s throat, squeezing hard, veins in his hands bulging out, and the other man sputtering and attempting to breathe under his grip, boxes of Fruit Loops tumbling off the shelves and clattering to the floor. Other people and employees are trying to approach the handsome man, yelling and screaming for him to let go but also a little afraid to approach him.
One employee musters up some courage and attempts to yank the handsome man’s arm, but he simply shoves him away and the employee falls to the ground as the handsome man resumes his actions.
That’s when you see it. The momentary break from his task and you see his face, his body language and you know what’s happening. You’ve seen it etched in nearly every family member’s faces as they have a triggering moment, fighting an inner battle in somewhere only they can see.
Abandoning your cart, you walk forward, keeping your peripheral vision on the man being choked, who still has color in his face. That’s good. You can’t say the same for his pants, as a growing wet stain appears there. You wave the employees back, some of them objecting and gesturing for you to back up. You wave them off and tell them to shut up. They’re making way too much noise. Thankfully, they finally listen. You approach the handsome man and move to be in his line of sight. You get just a couple steps from him and stop.
“Hey,” you say calmly, gauging the handsome man’s reaction. You see the choked man pleading with you silently, his eyes full of fear as he sees his impending demise.
“You’re at Publix, sir. The cereal aisle. Is there one I can help you find?” You speak in a gentle, soothing tone. You see something shift in the handsome man’s demeanor, but he still doesn’t let up on his vice grip around the other man’s throat.
Making sure to stay in his sight, you close the last couple of steps between you and gently lay your hand on his forearm, noting in the back of your head how strong he feels under your fingertips.
“Hey. It’s ok.” You lace your tone with as much calm and warmth as you possibly can, hoping that the handsome man will choose to focus on your voice and find his way out of wherever he has gone.
Almost instantly at your touch, the handsome man shakes his head and seems to realize what’s happening. He blinks rapidly a few times and finally sees the man in front of him who was starting to turn blue around the edges. He quickly releases him and the man coughs and sputters, gulping in air and breathing deep. He starts to sink a little to the floor so the handsome man reaches out to help him, an apology forming on his lips.
“Get the fuck away from me you psycho!” The man rasps out as he tries to shove away the handsome man’s hand.
“I am so sorr-”
The man lunges at the handsome man, fists swinging wildly towards the handsome man’s face. He’s screaming names and profanities as he desperately tries to make contact, the handsome man dodging the swings but that look is starting to come back into his eyes.
You step forward, putting a hand out to each of them. One of the man’s fists grazes your outstretched arm before he can stop it and you feel the sudden tension radiating off the handsome man. You gently move your hand forward and press it to the handsome man’s chest, trying to convey that you’re ok.
“You’re fucking CRAZY!” the man spits out.
Looking at the man, you say “I am so sorry, sir. My-” you hesitate “-boyfriend, is a veteran. He’s served our country and is paying the price for it.”
The man looks from you to the handsome man and back as you try to diffuse the tension.
“You could have killed me. You’re lucky I don’t sue. You need some fucking therapy, man!”
Feeling the handsome man tense again under your palm, you answer before he can. “We are so sorry. He is in therapy, but PTSD can get triggered by odd things, especially when anything could be the difference between life and death.” The man opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off, noticing his anger starting to simmer down slightly. “Please, let us do something for you. Buy your groceries? Pay for medical bills, whatever. Just, please don’t seek legal action.”
The man continues to stare at you for a few more moments, making one more quick glance at the handsome man and seems to come to a conclusion.
“Fine. Whatever. But get a better therapist because this one ain’t workin.’”
The handsome man apologizes from behind you as he hands him some cash and the man just waves him off as he snatches the cash and walks away, rubbing his throat. An employee comes forward to speak and you put yourself between the employee and the handsome man.
“Miss, we have to-”
You take a half step closer to the employee and become slightly more stern. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m his girlfriend. I can take it from here.” The employee looks nervously from you to the handsome man and finally nods at you, mumbling something about “if you need anything…”
About as alone as you can be, you turn to face the handsome man, and find he’s staring directly at you, his light blue eyes a swirling sea of emotions.
“Can I call anyone for you? Friends or family?”
He blinks down at you a few times. “Yeah. Yeah that would be great.”
“Walk with me?” you offer your hand to him and he looks down at it, slowly reaching forward to take it. When he touches your skin, you feel his warmth and a jolt of electricity courses through your veins. Get it together. Heading back over to your cart, the handsome man pulls out his phone and navigates to his contacts. You try to pull your hand away to give him some space, but he squeezes it a little tighter and glances at you through his blonde locks.
Smiling at him, you ask “Is there anything you need here? I’m just about finished but I will happily walk with you while you shop.”
“Yeah. I only needed a couple things. Just..hold on a second.”
Squeezing his hand a little tighter, you reply “Take all the time you need.”
The handsome man calls a few people and you catch the names Fish, Benny, Pope, and Redfly, and you smile to yourself as this reminds you of the nicknames of the friends of all your family members who have served.
About 15 minutes passes and he hangs up with his last person, Redfly, and slides his phone into his pocket, turning his attention fully to you.
“Ready to go shopping, sweetheart?” His eyes show humor behind the adrenaline that still courses behind them.
“Yes, dear,” you tease back. “I’m sorry about that. It’s just - they wouldn’t have cared if I wasn’t connected to you.”
“You could’ve said I was your brother.”
Heat rises to your cheeks and you look away. “Yes I suppose I could have.”
He chuckles quietly. “Well, I think I’m done with cereal for now.”
“I can’t blame you.”
“I’m Will, by the way.”
You tell him your name as you both start walking through the store, Will at your side, taking turns with you to push the cart.
“Ok…favorite Marvel superhero?” you ask.
Will rubs a hand on the back of his neck and laughs. “You’re going to make fun of me.”
Looking fake shocked you reply “I will not!”
“Alright. It’s Hawkeye.”
“WHAT??” You scream at him and he starts to laugh.
“Sorry! I just..he’s my favorite too! And I always get crap for it!”
“Same here!”
You both launch into long-winded explanations on why Hawkeye is your favorite, finding that you like him for mostly the same reasons. Moving on to tv shows, you discuss your favorites and what you’ve started watching.
“Oh! I know I’m a little late but I started watching Sons of Anarchy. You look like the one guy from that show actually.”
Will chuckles. “Which one?”
“Oh I can’t remember his name. The hot one?” You freeze as the words come out, your cheeks feeling like they’re on fire.
“The hot one huh? I think his name is Jax.”
“Yeah. Yes! Jax. That, uh..that’s it.”
“I get that a lot, actually.”
When it’s time to check out, Will insists on paying for your groceries despite your vehement protesting, playfully shoving you out of the way of the card reader.
“Let’s go, sweetheart.” He puts his hand on your lower back, guiding you out of the store.
Once you’re outside, he turns to you again. “Can I walk you to your car?”
“I- sure. I’m parked this way.”
He doesn’t remove his hand and you feel him scanning the parking lot for any threat, protecting you. The thought makes you smile - you hadn’t had anyone outside of your family care for you like that in a long time.
You reach your car and stand by the driver’s side before turning around to face the handsome man.
“Are you ok?” you ask.
The handsome man smiles. “You saw me lose my shit and nearly kill a man, and you’re asking how I am?”
“Yes.”
Those blue eyes study you for a moment. “I’m…back in reality.”
“Good.”
A moment passes and he looks…embarrassed. “Thanks for your help.”
You grab his hand and give it a quick squeeze, dismissing the thanks. “Of course. I recognized the signs. I hope I didn’t overstep?”
“You know people who served.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.
You nod. “Yes. Nearly my entire family. My parents, sister, brother, grandpas, half my uncles and aunts, cousins. So I’m familiar with the look.”
He nods, his eyes doing a quick scan of your body.
“Can I buy you dinner sometime?”
“Me? You want to take me out?”
“Yes. Unless you’re otherwise..occupied?”
“No! I mean uh, no. I’m single- FREE! OPEN! Shit-” Will smiles at you, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he chuckles at your nerves. “-Yes. I would like that.”
“Tomorrow at 7 sound good?”
“That’s perfect.”
You exchange numbers and he steps back to let you in your car, making sure you get in safely before waving and heading to his truck.
A smile creeps across your face. Shit, this guy is trouble, I know it.
—----
Pulling up to the Italian restaurant a few minutes before 7, you check the mirror once more to make sure your hair is in place and hop out of the car, smoothing down your dress. You love this black dress - it’s simple but hugs you in all the right places. You send a quick text to Will letting him know you’ve arrived and your phone pings back almost immediately, Will letting you know he’s inside. Punctual. Of course. You chuckle to yourself as you walk up to the restaurant, heading inside and letting the host know your date is already here.
Before the host can direct you, you feel a hand at the small of your back and a voice with a hint of a drawl (and something else you can’t quite place…British?) speaks in your ear.
“Allow me to escort you.” You turn and see Will extending his arm to you, smiling. He’s wearing dark jeans and a button up shirt the exact color of his eyes. You smile back and take his arm, thanking the host as Will walks you to the table. He pulls out your chair and you sit, Will moving to sit in his chair.
“I know flowers are typical first date stuff but I thought this was more appropriate.” He reaches into his pocket and hands you a small box of Fruit Loops.
You laugh, taking the box. “This is..perfect. I actually like Fruit Loops too. I love this!”
The server comes to take your drink order and you both study the menu for a few minutes after, making a few passing comments on dishes. Will, having been here several times before, asks if you have any food allergies or dislikes. You don’t, and he asks your permission to order you something. Setting down your menu, you agree to it, curious to see what he orders for you. The server returns with your drinks and Will places your order.
“The lady will have the braised beef tortellini with the traditional sauce. I’ll have the same.”
The server nods and leaves to put your order in and you look at Will.
“I know it sounds basic, but let me tell you - it’s the best I’ve ever had. The sauce is just phenomenal.” His voice sounds almost orgasmic on the last word and you push your thighs together a little more thinking about that.
“I’ll just have to trust you.”
“So…what do you do for a living?”
You take a sip of your drink. “I’m an archery coach.”
Will raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Not what you were expecting, was it?”
He shakes his head. “Definitely not. I thought…teacher. Which, I guess I wasn’t far off with coach. No wonder your favorite Avenger is Hawkeye. How did you get into that?”
“I had some cousins who were super into bow hunting. I never went but I always loved watching them practice. They taught me some stuff and I begged for my own bow and lessons. My parent’s hesitated at first, not wanting to spend money on something I’d “toss away in a second”, but I was persistent. What about you?”
Will tells you how he was a Captain in Delta Force and how he’s now retired but does “talks” for both new recruits and retiring soldiers. You notice again how his accent changes up sometimes when he’s talking, sounding British and southern.
“I have to ask - the occasional British accent?”
Will chuckles. “Yeah that usually stumps people. I was born here but my dad got stationed in the UK when I was just a couple months old. We lived there until I was about 5 years old. My mom got pregnant with my brother Benny and my dad was restationed back in the States. We grew up in Red Feather Lakes, Colorado.”
“Ah that makes sense! It was such an odd combination of accents. I like it.” You wink at him as you take a sip of your drink.
Your food arrives and it’s every bit as delicious as Will said it would be. Conversation flows between you both and you find yourself wanting to know more about Will. By the end of the date you’re crushing hard, hoping he feels the same way.
Will walks you to your car, your arm linked with his, chatting the whole way. Arriving at your door, you turn to face Will and continue the conversation, his intense eye contact causing heat to rush to your cheeks. You find yourself starting to ramble, seeing the soft smile tugging at Will’s lips as he takes a step closer to you. You falter, stuttering over words as he takes another step and closes the distance between you both, backing you up against your car door, getting lost in his light blue eyes. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, kissing you gently and softly, and you feel your heartbeat take off. He pulls back and meets your gaze, checking in silently to see if that was ok. In response, you grip his shirt and pull him to you, biting his bottom lip before he slides his tongue in your mouth, licking across your teeth. His body is pressing up against you as you wind your arms around his neck, gripping his golden hair and pulling slightly. Will growls into your mouth and pushes you up against your car as you wrap your leg around his, trying to pull him in closer. Will’s hands start to roam down the sides of your body, feeling every inch of you as if he’s committing it to memory.
Finally feeling a little overwhelmed, you pull back, putting your head against the car and Will starts a trail of kisses down your neck, biting at your collar bone. A whine escapes your lips and you feel him shift before he pulls back a little, resting his forehead to yours.
“I think we better stop, Robin, before I take you right here.”
“I’d let you - wait. Robin?”
He chuckles. “Yeah. Hood. Like Robin Hood. Because of the archery?”
Laughter erupts from deep within you, your entire body shaking. “I’ve never had anyone call me that before!”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah. It’s usually Katniss or Merida. Which is cool, but I like Robin Hood. Especially that Disney one. He was hot.”
Will looks at you. “You mean the fox?”
“Don’t judge - you know you had a crush on foxy Maid Merian.”
A blush creeps up his cheeks, turning them a delightful pinkish hue. “Ok. You caught me there.”
He kisses you again but you feel how much he is holding back, his arms tight with tension. He pulls back again after a few moments.
“Wanna go to a movie and get food tomorrow?”
Smiling at him, you reply “Absolutely.”
—----
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lovelybarnes · 3 years
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baby blue- b. barnes
pairings: bucky barnes x reader, tony stark bruce banner, steve rogers, sam wilson warnings: child bucky, language, this is long. why is this so long about: requested by @cherry-season (apparently can't tag you)! bucky turns into a baby/toddler and is clingy a/n: okay so i know virtually nothing about three-year-olds. can you tell? thank you so much for requesting!! I had so much fun writing this <333
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bucky’s day wasn’t particularly fantastic to begin with.
he was already exhausted when he woke up in the early lights of the morning, his nightmares had kept him up all night-- which you theorized was due to the mission the day before that took place in one of the same hydra bases bucky had been held in. you had frowned when you realized it the day of, turning your attention to bucky and making sure he was okay with it because if he wasn’t, you would make sure someone else took care of it. he had insisted it was fine, even though the next night proved him wrong. you had done what you could, running your fingers through his hair and humming lightly until you fell asleep and he refused to wake you up, resigning himself to a sleepless night.
his morning started with his flesh arm reaching out to feel your side of the bed, hoping to find your soft, warm skin to pull you closer, but instead being met with the unkind sheets that missed the gentleness of your body. he had frowned when he realized you had already left for a meeting with some important hotshot in space with carol (you couldn’t find a better excuse to go get breakfast at your favorite alien restaurant with your favorite aliens) and wouldn’t be back for a solid few hours too long. groaning, and with no real reason to stay in bed for any longer without the excuse of getting to feel you for a few more hours, he dragged himself out of bed.
it didn’t get much better from there, because he was greeted with the sight of sam eating the last bowl of the last box of cereal in the whole damn tower because everyone rejected to go grocery shopping. since bucky refused to eat any of the frozen breakfasts tony loved so much and the stark kid swore were “the best thing ever,” he grunted at sam and walked away without eating, knowing he’d regret it later when his stomach would growl and you would immediately know he skipped breakfast.
for some unknown reason, tony had found out about bucky’s lack of things to do, and with a few winks and manipulative large-worded engineering phrases, convinced him to join him in the lab, which bucky had only really been able to see through the clear glass that separated the lab from the rest of the tower, and from the occasions where he would take food and drinks to you while you locked yourself away inside, building something alongside tony.
being inside, so close to the various machines and objects bucky cant begin to figure out the purpose of, his memories of being in school and at the top of his math and engineering classes bubble to the surface, filling him with the pride he remembers having every day at school. the thought that he could probably understand everything if you or tony explained it to him passes through his mind and urges him to ask tony to do just that, but tony beats him before he can get the chance.
bruce is eyeing them wearily from the other side of the lab, attention mostly on the test tubes in front of him. he gives bucky a smile when he comes in, but seems to ignore him for the most part until tony shows bucky to bruce’s work station, pointing out a blue liquid in a test tube marked TESTING. bruce’s neck snaps to them when tony open his big mouth, “you know, y/n was actually supposed to test something out for me today,” tony begins innocently, a suggestion laced in his words that bucky catches but decides to ignore because of the high he feels from understanding the equations scribbled on the clear glass, “do you know where she is?”
bucky narrows his eyes at him, then looks up at the clock, realizing it’s still a while before you get back, “not even on earth,” he recipes blandly, slyly sneaking a glance at the liquid for any indications of what it could be.
tony sighs dramatically, his shoulders sagging, “oh no, how do i test this now?” bruce shoots tony a warning glance that is blatantly ignored.
bucky’s shrugging before he can help it, the reminder that since you were going to do it, what could be the harm if he did? “i could do it.”
tony claps, “great!” he gestures to a door behind him, “please go in there to sign non-disclosure agreements and wash your hands.”
bucky’s shoved inside before he can fully understand the implications of his stupid offer.
-
the thought of asking the basic questions he should have asked before he agreed to test an unidentified liquid comes to bucky nearly an hour later, when the small vial of weird blue liquid sits in front of him, waiting to be drunk. tony and bruce sit in chairs a couple of feet away, clipboards in both of their hands, and interested expressions settled on their features.
“what does this do again?” he asks, squinting at the vial that he doesn’t notice tony isn’t looking at, furrowing his eyebrows when tony waves him off, “something super smart. no side effects or anything.” bucky’s eyes flit down to the little vial again, before they nearly bug out of his head at the humongous laser that is rolled into the room, “what the hell is that.”
“ah,” tony grins, bouncing from his seat to stand next to his invention proudly, “this is what you’re testing out.” bucky cocks his head at the man, “i thought i was drinking blue water. y/n was going to drink blue water.” tony shakes his head, adjusting some dials on the machine, “yeah, no, it was this. pretty sure i told you.”
“you didn’t-” bruce is looking at tony in concern, about to tell him to slow down so bucky has a chance to think all this through again and maybe ask if there is any chance the laser will melt him, when tony clicks a large red button and a bright white light clouds bucky’s vision just as he sees the clock on the exact same time he saw an hour ago, realizing the clock in the billion-dollar lab is broken, and you’re probably getting home any second.
“tony!” he hears bruce yell before his vision goes dark.
it’s only a second until he can pry open his eyes again, a hand curling into a fist, ready to pound stark into tomorrow when he can suddenly feel the nails of his hand digging into his palm. the surprising feeling of it where his vibranium arm should be forces him to look down at a small arm, fully skin and thin. he looks around, noticing his surroundings suddenly have grown very large around him, and the sound of his voice is higher when he tries to speak again.
“what the f-” he mumbles, cutting himself off when a sudden memory of his ma yelling at him to wash his mouth out if he wants to talk like that floods his mind, and he stares down at himself, eyebrows furrowing when he spots his short stature and the tiny hands and feet that look up at him. realization floods him like a wave, raising his chin at the two, tall, gobsmacked men in front of. “was that supposed to happen?” bruce asks quietly, nodding slowly when tony shakes his head, “no.”
there’s a light knock at the door, your hand pushing it open before anyone can stop you, and your tired face peeks in, a glowing smiling adorning your face and your eyes searching for your boyfriend, “hey, do you guys know where bucky is-” your voice cuts through the stunned silence, pausing when you catch the little boy’s eye. at first, you stare at him, your eyebrows pulling together as you get a good look at the familiar cerulean of his eyes and scan the clothing you’d seen on bucky before. for a second, everything is silent, bucky’s eyes are wide and staring as yours bore into them, searching for something you’re nearly touching until you gasp, “bucky?” you choke, reaching for him when he nods, his legs already trying to reach you as fast as they possibly can but they buckle. bucky realizes just then how old he must be now. “oh, baby,” you murmur, gathering him up in your arms before he can fall to the hard ground of the lab. “what the hell did you idiots do to my boyfriend?” you demand, turning to the two scientists who are going over tony’s notes.
bruce glances at tony, tilting his head at him as if to say him. you roll your eyes, not having any more information than when you asked, “tony?” you growl, walking over to the man, not missing the way little bucky’s hand grabs onto your shirt.
“it didn’t- that wasn’t supposed to happen,” tony defends weakly, a lazy shrug pulling at his shoulders. your eyes flash with velvet red, and, without moving a finger, tony’s pulled in front of you, wrapped in red swirls bucky can’t help but gawk at.
“fix it.” you order. tony nods, pursing his lips, “we’ll do that.” bruce looks a little taken aback, looking up from tony’s scribbles and equations. “i don’t think it’ll last more than a day,” he offers helpfully, “whatever it was tony was trying to do wasn’t either.”
bucky’s eyes start to droop, which he assumes is an effect of the sleepless night he just had on his infant body, something that usually wouldn’t affect him in his one-hundred-and-six-year-old self. he hums when he realizes the irony, leaning his head against the welcoming crook of your neck and catching your attention. you turn to him for a moment, softening a little before turning back to tony and glaring at him, “fix it.”
-
steve catches you when you walk out of the lab, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he spots the toddler in your arms, “holy shit, that looks exactly like bucky,” he breathes, scanning the dark mussed-up hair and stepping back when bucky opens his eyes. from next to him, sam looks from bucky to you, “did you two have a kid and not tell anyone, because this-”
“is bucky. that’s bucky.” you interrupt, looking at the toddler, “tony messed up with something and… this happened, i don’t completely… bucky’s a baby.”
steve raises an eyebrow, squinting at his best friend, “ha,” he laughs, “wow, he looks exactly like his pictures. he must be about three years old.” bucky blinks at him. “his ma said he was chatting up a storm at that age, though,” steve informs, looking back up at you. sam grins, “has he said anything? i kinda want to hear if he still sounds old.” bucky frowns at him, his pout deepening when sam bursts into laughter, “his grumpy face is the same!”
you look at your boyfriend, tilting your head and smiling a little when you realize he’s right, “you’re cute,” you coo now that you get a good look at him, “you’re so cute,” you murmur, poking his nose with your finger. bucky can’t help the blush that comes to his cheeks. but he slaps away sam’s fingers, scowling at him, “no.” he argues, “no.”
sam frowns, “no old man voice.”
“i hate you,” bucky says to sam, and you laugh, “i think we should leave for now. i need to figure out what will make three-year-old bucky not as grumpy.” sam looks at bucky’s furrowed brows and the same two little lines between them, his eyes flickering back up to yours, “i think that may just be a bucky thing.”
-
you bring bucky to the living room, sitting him down at the edge of the couch and crouching in front of him, watching him and his little crossed arms, bottom lip jutted out against his own will. bucky isn’t used to the emotional control of a child who’s three and can’t control the frustration that’s coursing through him at the moment. the only thing he knows for sure is that he doesn’t want you to leave him again.
“bucky?” you start, looking deep into the wide blue eyes that let you know it is bucky you’re speaking to. “what do you want to do? are you hungry? d’you want to sleep?” bucky shakes his head stubbornly at you, “i want tony to fix this.”
you sigh, “i know, baby. i do too, but until he finds a cure to this, you’re gonna stay small for a couple more hours.” he pouts at that, and you smooth your thumb over his cheek, “no pouting. we can do whatever you want, buck.”
just as he’s about to reject any idea you have, his stomach rumbles loudly, directing your attention to the arms that guiltily cover up his middle. “bucky... did you eat breakfast today?” you query, a lecturing tone sneaking into your words. “sam ate my cereal,” bucky grumbles, crossing his arms.
“bucky!” you exclaim, standing up to turn to the kitchen, “that’s no excuse. i told you you needed to eat--” you’re barely three steps into the kitchen when you hear the pattering of his feet towards you, grubby hands pawing at your legs.
“don’t leave,” he whines, hugging your ankles and sitting down on the floor, “you left all morning,” he mumbles, smushing his cheeks against your calf.
“i’m sorry,” you apologize, bending over to brush away the hair that falls over his eyes. “c’mere,” you murmur, reaching down to pick him up again and bounce him on your hip while you head to the kitchen. “what do you want to eat?” bucky thinks about it for a minute, before smiling, “i want pizza and ice cream.” you frown at him, “i don’t think three-year-olds can eat that. actually, i don’t think anyone should.”
after consulting google on what three-year-olds should eat, you have bucky’s head resting on your shoulder, refusing to let you put him down even as you made him the mac and cheese he had agreed to, still a little upset over the fact you wouldn’t let him eat all the other things he wanted. the only time he let you not carry him was when he was eating, still insisting you sit right next to him to watch as he smeared cheese all over tony’s expensive table.
“okay,” you whisper breathlessly after watching him eat his third bowl of the meal, “i think that’s good.” you shove the dirty dishes in the sink, washing bucky’s hands and wiping at him cheeks with a warm cloth to get the mess he managed to create off. “did you forget how to eat?” you wonder aloud when you finally fnish cleaning him up, watching his small shoulders shrug.
“what do you want to do now? anything you want,” you propose.
“i want you,” he says, reaching his stubby arms out, “cuddles. ‘m sleepy,” he yawns, making grabby hands at you when you take too long to pick him up. “bucky,” you chuckle, complying with him and bringing him into your chest, where he leans his head on your shoulder. “you sure you don’t want to play or something? you don’t want to…” you trail off, trying to think of what three-year-olds do, “walk or read or something?”
bucky grunts in your ear, his eyelids already closing again, “cuddles,” he repeats, balling your shirt up in his little hands.
“okay,” you sigh, bouncing him gently while you walk to your shared bedroom. you pick up a stuffed animal you brought for bucky from one of your most recent missions, “did you sleep last night? is that why you’re so tired?” bucky hums, cuddling further into your chest when you lay down with him on top of you. you hand him the little dog plush, pressing a kiss to his head when he takes the gift, hugging it with you. “honey, i’m sorry,” you frown, gently threading your fingers through his short hair, humming the same song bucky sings to you when you can’t get to sleep. it doesn’t take long to lull him into the calmness of rest.
you only wake up when the weight on you is suddenly multiplied, completely taking your breath away, “bucky!-” you exclaim, rolling from underneath him to meet his closed eyes. you shake your head with a light laugh, drawing a strand of hair behind his ear before you press your lips to his cheeks, snuggling in with him again, “sweet dreams, darling,” you murmur, placing the stuffed animal he dropped on your dresser.
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cqsuanla · 3 years
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fury shakes the rafters
pairing: dark!nat/f!reader
summary:
Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded. And that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean. 
(inspired by jennifer’s body)
additional notes: mommy kink, dom/sub, bloodplay(?), dacryphilia, uhh pussy spanking, choking, unhealthy relationship, terrible aftercare
title from a song suggested by an anon: nobody by the crane wives
(ao3)
The light in the stairwell flickers, but it doesn’t make a difference, dim and dirty as it is. It buzzes distantly in your ears. You’re too focused on taking the steps two at a time to notice. You hold your groceries to your chest and fish your keys out of your pocket. If you were strong like Nat, you might just have knocked the door clean of its hinges with the force of your body. Instead, it crashes loudly into your wall, and you nearly fall on your face from the momentum. 
In a bid to gain purchase on your wall, you sweep your coat rack over, and you stumble over it. The clatter makes you wince — you hope she’s in a good mood. It’s hard for her to process stimuli when she’s weak. You scramble onto your hands and knees, shoving scattered boxes and cans into the grocery bag. 
Then, the rhythmic thud-thud of footsteps. You pause, exhaling as your eyes close. 
“Drink?” in a monotone. 
Yikes. You open your eyes, biting your lip. Steel-toed boots. You’ve told Nat a million times that this is a shoes-off apartment. She never listens, and you never argue more. Nat stays; she’s the only one who’ll stay. You can’t drive her away. 
Her right boot rises, scraping against the floor, and you flinch. It just kicks a cereal box away so it can nudge at the shopping bag. The way she says your name, evenly, firmly, has you blinking rapidly, has your hands automatically shooting to the bag, following her prompt. Thank god the bottles are fine. You don’t know what you’d do if they had shattered. 
You wiggle a beer out of the pack, and only then do you dare to make eye contact. 
“Hi,” you murmur. 
She gives you a brief glance, impassive, before snatching the bottle from your hand and returning to her spot on the armchair. “That fucking coat rack.” She flicks the cap off your side table, grungy and scratched up for this very reason. The cap bounces off the wall and disappears under the couch. “Just move it further in. You never listen.” 
You did, weeks ago. You don’t say so. 
The coat rack came with the place, and it was nice, so you refused to get rid of it. Nat hated it, hated that it was so close to the door in your already bite-sized entryway, but never enough to throw it out herself. But you did move it because her complaints were valid, and you wanted her to like being here with you, living here with you. Anyway, she stopped complaining afterwards. Not that you think she noticed — you supposed it was a minor inconvenience to her, the way a fly was, annoying when it was in your face but non-existent once it stopped bothering you. 
Quietly, you move your groceries to the kitchen island, putting everything but your new medical supplies away. There are dirty plates in the sink, which you’ll wash after you make yourself dinner. You wonder what she’s eaten – you’d just bought two new steaks, but Nat likes a bowl of strawberry ice cream now and then.
The TV channel switches in the background. Nat snorts, and you peek around the wall to catch a report on the gruesome series of murders that have been happening lately. People in the neighbourhood hardly went out anymore, too afraid of the dark now. It would scare you too if you weren’t well aware you’d never fall victim. Nat was with you, after all, and you were with her. 
You would be with her for as long as she’d let you. So, what if she was the monster in the dark? So what? It was Nat. Your Nat. She came back to you, talked to you, fucked you. It’s not like she was disembowelling you in some grimy alleyway. She kept most of the violence away from you because she cared. Anyway, like everyone else, she had to eat. You couldn’t fault her for that. 
You’re pulling the gauze out of its packaging when Nat scoffs loudly at the news. They must’ve insulted her because she clicks the TV shut, practically inhales half her bottle and flings the remote onto the couch. 
Then, she sets her sights on you, meek behind the counter, and raises an eyebrow. “Honey, the hall’s a mess. Clean it up.” 
You frown. “You’re still hurt.” 
She rolls her eyes. “I’ll eat tomorrow, and it’ll be fine.” 
You don’t think so. The longer Nat doesn’t eat, the worse it gets. It’s how she’s in this mess in the first place. Nat’s ethereal after a feeding, next to omnipotent. But the guy she picked to eat last week turned out to be some sort of track star because he had booked it at the first sign of trouble, and she’d been forced to retreat when the sirens started blaring. The day after that, she picked a local thug as her next meal, and she’d been caught off guard by the switchblade. So, here she is: slumped on your couch and stitched up sloppily. 
Her hair is limp, skin wane and dry, and in a bad enough mood that you can basically feel it every time you’re within a two-meter radius of her. 
Her physical weakness emboldens you a little, makes you think you can get away with a bit of stubbornness. You pick up the gauze and tape and round the corner. A car speeds by, high beam making Nat’s eyes glint a deep green in the dark. The green follows you the whole way until she has to crane her head around to watch you slip her tank top off a shoulder. 
Those eyes weren’t like that before when you first started dating. You don’t mind the changes, though. Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded. 
“You don’t want to listen?” she asks, almost conversationally. 
You know better. You clench and unclench your fist. Shakily, you lift it and tuck a hair behind Nat’s ear, hoping foolishly that it will placate her. 
“Baby,” says she, like a gentle mother to a misbehaving child, “you should really listen.” 
You trace the bumps of her stitches, staring hard at her shoulder so you won’t have to see that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean. 
“At least answer me.” 
“No, Nat,” you mutter, undoing the bandages on her bicep. “I don’t want to listen.”
To her credit, she lets you fix her up. Methodically, silently, you clean her wounds and rewrap them in new bandages. She doesn’t get in the way unless it’s to take a swig of her drink. 
When you’re done with her arms and back, you move to her front. She’s got an ugly gash on her calf, bruised midway from where the man had kicked her bleeding leg. You imagine this is causing her the most pain, not just physically. Nat’s not great with sitting still. She’s independent to a fault, enjoying control to the point that it’s probably some sort of diagnosable complex, and this restriction on her mobility has her restless and irritated. 
Looking down at her, at the space between her knees, you wonder if she’ll cooperate with you. The last time you tried to clean her leg, she’d torn your duvet in half and has since refused to let you look at it. But Nat tilts her head, coy, and gestures toward the space in front of her with her bottle. 
“Scared?” she whispers.
You glance at her face just in time to catch her tongue tracing the jagged end of a canine. Mutely, you shake your head. She smiles wide.
“Liar.”
Of course. You’re always scared of her. For her, too. But you don’t think it matters; it doesn’t change anything. You just want to help her, be good for her. Anyway, she’s trying to get a reaction out of you. You refuse to take the bait, raising your eyebrows and wiggling the bandages in your hand.
“Fine.” With a roll of her eyes, she parts her legs. 
As if dealing with a feral animal, you move slowly, cautiously, afraid to make sudden movements lest she starts getting violent. You squat down and reach for the cuff of her sweatpants. 
“Ah, ah.” She slides the leg back, staring down her nose at you. You pause. “Kneel, baby.” 
Her eyes — did the ring of green get thinner? Your lips part, anticipation beginning to seep into your body, and you comply. Once you’re settled, looking up at her, she makes that same careless gesture with her bottle. A go-ahead. 
As you work, she shifts to put her beer on the table and then combs a hand into your hair. You tense, eyeing her nervously, but she only watches you, imperious, intense, and remains silent. Nevertheless, you pick up the pace, tossing the antiseptic aside and winding the gauze around her pale calf. 
She’s startlingly warm under your hands. Ever since… whatever happened to her — she wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the details — she’s run hotter than ever. You can’t sleep under a blanket with her anymore unless you’re shirtless; the heat would be unbearable. Not that Nat has any complaints about that. 
“All done,” you murmur. 
The lack of reaction from Nat gives you the courage to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the top of her knee. The hand in your hair rewards you with a gentle scratch, and you can’t help melting into a smile. She’s still got that air of arrogance about her when you look up at her, but she’s not glaring. Which is why it comes entirely as a surprise when she clenches a fistful of hair in her hand, yanking your head back, and slaps you clean across the face with her other hand. 
You take the full brunt of her palm with a cry, almost toppling over were it not for the grip on your hair. Your cheek burns, and so does your eyes. Mostly from pain, partly from the shock of it, maybe a little from shame when you realize you’re getting wet from the rough treatment. 
Nat tuts. “Crying already?” 
You imagine you look pretty pathetic on your knees for her, eyes glassy.
“Don’t give me those eyes, baby; you know I can’t help myself.” 
“I just wanted to help.” 
“I know,” Nat says gently, tipping your head back again so you can see the false sincerity on her face. “You can fix this, you know?” 
Your eyebrows furrow, thoughts racing a mile a minute to puzzle out what she means. 
“Don’t think so hard. You’ll hurt yourself. I’ll show you how, dumb baby,” she coos as she nudges your chin with the knuckle of her finger, and you can’t help flushing deeply at that. Then, she offers a hand, and you take it, and she tugs you up into a straddle on her lap. “Come here.” 
You instinctively wind your arms around her neck, clinging on. Beneath you, she tenses and lets out a low rumbling sound that resonates deep in her chest. You inhale sharply. 
Teeth. Sharpened to deadly points. Poised over your neck. Nat’s breath comes short and hot against your skin, and her tongue, when it peeks out, drags wetly across your skin. 
This has happened once before; the first night she’d come back changed. Like before, she noses at your flushed skin, teasing you with the possibility of damage, and trails her teeth down to your traps. Back then, she hadn’t bitten you. She won’t now, you think, you hope. 
She sighs again, hovering over the meat of your shoulder and prodding her teeth against you. Doesn’t break the skin. 
“Don’t make it worse for yourself. Are you scared?” 
This time, you nod. Nat’s lips curve into a smile, and her hold on your thighs tighten enough to bruise. 
“You should listen, sweetheart,” she says against you. The front of her teeth scrapes over you when she speaks, leaving red marks behind. “I hurt you less when you’re good. Don’t you know?”
“How can you be in the mood?” you wonder, burying your face into the crook of her neck. “You’re half dead.”
“Barely.”
It would take a lot more to kill Nat like this. Anyway, how could you be in the mood when your girlfriend’s cut up like this? 
Nat stands abruptly, ignorant to your yelps and complaints, and dumps you back onto the couch in quick succession. Before you can even register what’s happened, she’s yanked your bottoms down to your ankles and has climbed between your legs. 
Even after that, you don’t get the chance to speak. She wraps her hand around your throat and pins you to the cushions. You grab onto her wrist.
Her body bears down, and you break into a sweat, in small part due to nerves, some part because she’s shoving her hand up your shirt to grab roughly at your bra, but mostly because she’s near scalding. You’re convinced her blood runs at a constant boil now. You’ve grown to love the heat, though. With her, pleasure comes white-hot, and you’d want it no other way. 
“Nat-”
“No,” she growls, and you get an eyeful of her monstrous teeth. She flexes both hands, cutting off your airway and squeezing your breast painfully. You whimper, wound tight as a coil. “Listen to me, baby.”
You look at her through hazy eyes. 
“Those eyes again. God, I love you like this.” Foolishly, your heart clenches at those words. She rucks your shirt up and claws her nails down your front. Beads of blood bloom from the thin scratches she leaves behind. “You’re beautiful when I hurt you.”
Her hand nearly crushes your throat closed, but then she releases you, and you suck air in desperately. Your hands, shaken off her arm, reach for the sides of her head. “Nat,” you croak, tasting the salt from your tears on your lips. “Nat.”
She shakes her head, descending on your chest. It hurts – badly. “Be good for mommy.”
“Mommy,” you gasp out, arching into her mouth. She ignores your pert nipples, electing instead to lick and suck at the burn between your breasts. “Please, please.”
“Shut up,” she hisses. Oh, her teeth are still out. “Hands above your head.”
You obey, another sad sound crawling out of your abused throat. 
The dark pits of her eyes drink in the sight of you, face crumpled in pain and need. A thumb wipes up the last of your blood, and she delights in smearing it across your cheek. 
“Messy baby, clean up after yourself. It’s basic,” she chides, thumb still rubbing at your face as if she were fixing up some runny mascara. “Be good now.”
You don’t dare to speak, just nod and look pleadingly up at her. Your core aches from neglect. 
She makes quick work of that, reaching down to feel the slick between your thighs. Humming, she smirks and very deliberately rubs her middle finger over your clit. You jerk up into her, mouth falling open even as you strangle your moan. 
“I could do anything to you, and you’d still want me.” 
Again, you nod. 
“Where did my little liar go?” she baits. You shake your head. “Say ‘thank you, mommy, for letting me breathe.’”
It takes you a moment to gather the brain cells and say: “Thank you, mommy.”
Her smile widens, teeth back to normal. “Again, for the lesson.”
“Thank you, mommy.”
She brings her hand down on your cunt, full strength. You scream, jolting away from her. Well, you would have if she hadn’t pressed you down by the chest, entirely uncaring about the wound she’d left there. Tears leak out the sides of your eyes, trickling into your hairline. 
“Thank me for that too,” she demands.
“Thank you,” you cry around a hiccup. 
One more spank, and another, and another. Your legs kick uselessly against the cushions, body twisting after every awful smack.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Your hole clenches around nothing, slick leaking onto the couch. Then, two fingers dip into you, and Nat thrusts them up hard and fast. She’d shoved them in on a contraction, and it hurts for a second before she’s curling her fingers into the velvet of your walls. 
She makes a pleased sound. “Tight as always. Makes me want to tear you in half, baby.”
You stare up at the ceiling. “Th-” She starts up a fast pace, digging her fingertips into your front wall. “Thank you!”
Her cheek rests on your chest, listening to the thunder of your heart. “We should try that big one.” Impossibly, your heart rate quickens at the thought, and you manage to shake your head. She laughs, the sound sharp and cruel, and music to your ears. “Maybe another time then.”
She sits up then, still working her fingers into your cunt, and moves her other hand to your mons. She pets gently over your labia, a sharp contrast to the vicious pace she’s keeping up. Your head spins. 
“My baby,” she breathes, “good enough to fucking eat.”
But she parts your folds to press her fingers into your clit, circling them once, twice, thrice, and you’re so close. So desperately close. 
She leans down, near delicate in her movements, and licks into your mouth. You taste copper and beer and the faintest sweetness. Urgently, you try to kiss back. 
If she’s mean, she’d pull back and deny you the chance to come with her mouth on yours. 
She must think that you’ve suffered enough, though, because she rubs her thumb at your clit and drives her fingers deeper into you, and you push up as far as you can into her body with a scream. You’re swallowed in molten heat, pleasure stripping away at you until you’re just bones on the couch. 
When you come to, Nat’s pulling out some bandages for your chest. You’re too tired to do or say anything, forced into silence by her dominance. 
She smiles at you, still not kind, but it doesn’t look bestial like before. Maybe just self-satisfied. She strokes your sweaty hair as she fixes you up, shushing you if you moan quietly from aftershocks or pain. You are in a lot of pain, bruised and scratched up as you are.
“Good girl,” she says when she’s done. 
Finally, you muster the energy to grab her hand and say, “Thank you.”
She lets you hold on for a few seconds before pulling away. “Sure.”
You wish she’d hold you for a bit, but you don’t vocalize it. She’s been through too much in the last few days; you shouldn’t burden her—
“Don’t be fucking needy,” she says, suddenly and harshly. Your face must have given you away. 
“I don’t mean to be,” you mutter, bringing your arm up to cover your eyes. Feeling stupid, feeling mad that you feel stupid, you say: “It would just be nice if you’d stay for a bit.”
A hand grabs your arm, yanking it away from your head, and you’re treated to a view of her scowl. “Where would I go?”
You didn’t mean it that way, but you don’t know how to get out of this hole you’ve dug yourself. “I-I don’t know.”
Out of nowhere, her hand slaps your cunt again, overstimulated, sore, puffy. You groan, curling in on yourself and hugging your knees to your chest. 
“Fuck, Nat.”
She takes the opportunity to sit down on the end of the couch, where your legs once were. The TV turns back on, and you hear her take a sip from her can of beer. “Clean up the hall later.”
At least she stayed.
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You decide you’re ready to have a baby. The catch? You’re not seeing anyone at the moment. Enter your best friend, Jeong Jaehyun. Will he be the answer to your dilemma?
Pairing: best friend!Jaehyun x f.reader
Genre: best friends to fwb to lovers, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)
Warnings: mentions of infertility, pregnancy and childbirth, sperm donors, IVF (in vitro fertilization), fertility drugs, mood swings, fingering, unprotected sex, cum play, nipple play, breeding kink, oral sex (f.receiving), dirty talk, pregnant sex, rough sex
Word count: 10.6k
Taglist: @jaehyunnie77​ @mrg-jjh​ @keeach​ (send me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics)
A/N: this was only meant to be a short fic but it morphed into this monstrosity. I tried to tag for everything but if I missed anything please let me know. Inspired by the fact that Jaehyun wanted to be a teen dad (but they are not teens in this story, just thought I’d make that clear :) Also please excuse my unimaginative name for the baby, I’m terrible at coming up with names lol
Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional so please excuse any inconsistencies.
“So what have you got planned for today?” your best friend, Jaehyun, asked you as he took a sip of his coffee, shielding his eyes from the sun’s rays coming through the window of the cafe.
It was your weekly Saturday brunch, at which Jaehyun would show up, nine times out of ten, hungover, wearing dark sunglasses, a baseball cap, a black t-shirt and sweats. There was never a deviation from this outfit, even on the times when he came not hungover.
“Oh not much, just an appointment at the fertility clinic this afternoon.”
Jaehyun paused, as you took a sip of your latte. You couldn’t see the look in his eyes through the sunglasses but his fork had stopped midway to his mouth. It hovered in the air, scrambled eggs sliding off of it and plopping onto the plate below.
“The where?” he asked, tipping his head to look at you above the top of his sunglasses.
“Fertility clinic. Looking into getting a sperm donor.”
The matter-of-fact way you were saying everything seemed to shock him, his fork still not moving towards his mouth or back onto the plate.
“Excuse me, a sperm donor?”
You put your coffee cup down, and sighed. “I don’t know why you’re so shocked, I told you before I wanted to have a baby.”
“I thought you were joking!”
“Well I wasn’t!” you don’t know why you were being so indignant, maybe because all you’d heard from everyone around you, from your parents to your doctor to the lady that sold you pretzels from a street cart, was negative. You shouldn’t have a baby without a partner, was the main point of contention, but how was that going to happen if you weren’t seeing anyone, and hadn’t had a serious relationship in almost a year.
“But a sperm donor, Y/N?” he asked, after mulling over what you just said.
“Yeah? What’s wrong with it?” you countered. You were so sick of everyone around you criticizing your plan.
“I don’t know, what if he’s like, a serial killer or something?”
“They do psychiatric assessments on everyone who donates.”
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have an undiagnosed illness-”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Jaehyun!” you’d had it, letting out an exasperated huff, “Do you have a better idea? Do you want to be my sperm donor?”
You weren’t at all serious, you were just mainly upset and unfortunately, taking it out on him, but he actually sat back in his chair, eyebrows raised, as if he were contemplating it.
“Anyway, forget it. I don’t need your approval. I just hoped that you’d support me, of all people.” You couldn’t help but pout. He was your best friend and he’d stuck with you when no one else had. You may have said you didn’t need his approval but deep down you wanted him to be on your side.
He leaned forward, took his sunglasses off and looked you in the eye. “Of course I support you,” he said sincerely. “If this is what you want, then I’m with you one hundred percent of the way.”
You smiled, your heart feeling lighter, and just as you took a sip of your latte he said the one thing that would complicate your life forever.
“But I get to be that sperm donor.”
You spluttered, almost choking on your latte. “I wasn’t being at all serious, Jaehyun,” you chuckled nervously, but one look at his face and you could see he was being completely serious.
“I just don’t like the idea of some stranger being the father of your child,” he said quietly, looking down at his plate of food while he said it, “might as well be me, right?” He looked up at you hopefully.
You didn’t know what to say. This was your best friend, the one you’d grown up with, the one you’d catch tadpoles with, the one you’d drag to the playground with you, the one you told all your innermost secrets to. The one who knew you best. Didn’t it make sense then, that he would be the one to share this with you, in the end? You looked at his face; open, sincere, beautiful. You knew he was attractive, with the trail of broken hearts he’d leave in his wake, but you hadn’t really looked at him in that way before. Suddenly he was a new person to you, and now you didn’t know how to feel.
“Jaehyun, I-” you rubbed your hands together nervously, still unsure of what to say, “it’s a big thing, you know? This will change the rest of your life.”
He nodded, but there was no trace of hesitation in his actions. In fact, he looked as sure as anything. “Yeah that’s a given. But I’ve thought about it and I’m ready.”
“Jaehyun, you’ve literally thought about it for, like, the few minutes we’ve been sitting here.”
He smiled, “Actually I’ve thought about it for a long time.”
“About being a sperm donor?”
He laughed. “No, not specifically a sperm donor. But it’s a start,” he shrugged. “So what do I have to do?”
---
Jaehyun accompanied you to the appointment at the fertility clinic, where they outlined the plan and what was required of the two of you. It didn’t sound too bad, but you did find that having Jaehyun there to support you was really helpful. Every time the doctor explained something that made you nervous you would look over at him and he would smile confidently at you, sometimes squeezing your hand if you looked particularly concerned.
It was the fertility drugs they gave you, that threw your world into chaos. They had warned you of the side effects but you didn’t think it would be this bad. Your mood swung back and forth like a pendulum, one moment you were happy, the next you were crying into your cereal. You were irritable more than you had ever been in your life, and constantly snapped at every little thing. Not to mention that your breasts were sore and you had nausea, making you feel like you were pregnant already. You felt bad for Jaehyun when he was around for your mood swings and irritable moments, but he handled it much better than you thought he would. He’d give you your space when you needed it, but also sit by your side when you didn’t want to be alone. You found yourself thinking about how he would be as a father, but then you would remember that he was just the sperm donor.
One day, when he was sitting beside you on the couch, rubbing your back after you’d cried over your coffee order being wrong, you ended up asking him how much he wanted to be involved.
“We didn’t talk about the ‘after’,” you said, still sniffling. He stopped rubbing your back and looked at you.
“What do you want the ‘after’ to look like?” He asked, his tone level and gentle.
You had visions of Jaehyun rocking the baby to sleep, of Jaehyun seeing the baby walk for the first time, of Jaehyun teaching your child how to ride a bike, piano lessons, soccer games, first day of school. The perfect family. Except he wasn’t your husband, he wasn’t even your boyfriend. You didn’t know what to ask of him.
“I don’t know,” you whispered. He went back to rubbing your back.
“I’ll be as involved as you want me to be,” he said softly, “my only request is that I get to be a part of their life.”
That sounded fair, you thought. This was certainly going to be more complicated than getting a stranger as a sperm donor.
---
You went through several cycles of IVF, but none had been successful and you were losing hope. Not to mention the fertility drugs were really taking a toll on you, and the doctor had recommended taking a break. You were devastated, seeing it as the end of your dream, no matter how much the doctor reassured you that it wasn’t.
“There has to be another solution,” you pleaded at one appointment. Jaehyun hadn’t accompanied you and you felt yourself falling apart without his presence.
“Well, of course there’s the surefire way,” the doctor shrugged.
“What’s that? I’ll do anything!” you were hopeful once again at the doctor’s words.
“Regular sexual intercourse.”
Of course, you thought bitterly. You couldn’t help but think this was society punishing you for doing this without a husband. Undeterred, you resolved to discuss it with Jaehyun.
---
The look on Jaehyun’s face when you broached the subject was one you had never seen on him before. It was a mixture of shock, terror, resignation, and… something else, almost like acceptance, as if this were the natural course of things.
You resolved not to make it weird, it was just sex after all, and you would get a baby out of it, and that was the most important thing. However, your palms still got sweaty at the thought of it, your heart racing imagining him naked. You’d gone swimming with him plenty of times, went on beach outings often, and you realized you’d always avert your eyes from his bare chest. You figured you were just doing it to be polite, but you had no trouble looking at other men’s chests (you were only human, after all). You shook your head of your thoughts, while waiting patiently for him to agree or disagree to your request.
“I know it’s weird,” you began, when he still hadn’t said anything, “but I promise it won’t change anything in our relationship.” You needed him to agree, and at this point you would say anything to convince him. He looked at you thoughtfully, before he nodded.
“Okay, I’m in.”
---
You’d been keeping track of your cycle and had the days you were ovulating marked on your calendar, which you had shared with Jaehyun. It was agreed that he would come to your place after work, where you would have sex in the hopes of making a baby.
The first night you were nervous, pacing your room as you waited for him to come over. When the doorbell rang you literally jumped out of your skin. When you opened the door you were relieved to see that he was nervous too, although he tried his best to hide it. He joked around with you, trying to keep the mood light, and you had to admit you appreciated it. But when you got to the bedroom, you both went quiet. Jaehyun stood at one end of the room and you stood at the other, the bed looming between you.
“Do you want me to turn around while you get undressed?” he asked awkwardly, and you realized you hadn’t thought through the details.
“Um, yeah, sure,” you replied, and when he turned around you hastily undressed and jumped under the covers. “Done,” you advised, and he turned around. He didn’t make a move though, just looking at you pointedly, until you realized and turned your head away. Once he was done undressing you felt him lift the covers and get into the bed with you, and you couldn’t stop your heart from hammering in your chest.
“Y/N,” he said softly, because you still hadn’t turned back to him. “Can I touch you?”
You bit your lip, still not looking his way, and nodded. His touch made you jolt, even though his hand was warm, the electricity you felt made all your nerve endings feel like they were on fire.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his hand moving tentatively across your stomach. You nodded but you realized you were panting already, and he had barely touched you. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” he suddenly whispered in your ear, and then he was kissing your neck.
You weren’t prepared for the intimacy, you had really only thought about the intercourse part. You hadn’t prepared yourself for the kissing, and the touching, and how he was so good at making you feel good. You felt like you weren’t supposed to enjoy it, that it was supposed to be “just sex” because you were friends and you weren’t doing this because you loved each other, you were only doing it to have a baby. But the more he touched you, the more he kissed you, the more you fell under his spell. You felt like you should tell him to stop, to just get on with it, but you knew he was doing it to get you nice and wet and therefore more comfortable to take him.
His kisses started to move along your jaw, towards your lips, and when he was finally there, his lips on yours, you felt a panic bubble up in your chest. It was too intimate, too much for someone who wasn’t yours. You pulled away, and he looked at you in surprise.
“No kissing on the lips,” you managed to say, maybe that would be enough to keep it less intimate, you told yourself. He nodded without saying a word, his hand coming up to your breast.
“Is it okay if I touch you here?” he asked, his eyes on yours. You thought for a moment and decided it was okay, and when you nodded he cupped your breast tentatively, all the while watching you for your reaction. When you didn’t pull away he squeezed gently, rubbing your nipple with his thumb.
You pressed your lips together, trying to suppress a moan, because everything he was doing was making you feel so good. He kept watching your reaction, and when he was satisfied that you were reacting favorably he got bolder, his hand slipping down between your legs.
You yelped when he touched you there, your legs involuntarily closing and trapping his hand. He froze, looking at you with wide eyes.
“Sorry,” you apologized, flushing with embarrassment, “reflex reaction.”
“It’s okay,” he said softly, as you slowly opened up your legs again. He moved his hand slowly, gently, just rubbing the inside of your thigh. “You can relax, Y/N, I promise I won’t hurt you.” His words were soft, his tone gentle, and it did wonders to calm and soothe you.
You nodded, giving him the go-ahead, and he reached tentatively with his finger, just lightly touching your folds. The electricity you felt when he first touched you came back with a vengeance, and you almost melted right into the bed. Your reaction encouraged him though, and he pressed his finger further in, rubbing your wetness around. When he was satisfied with the state of your arousal he got into position between your legs, placing the tip of his cock at your entrance. He paused, looking you in the eye, gently stroking your cheek.
“Ready?” he asked gently, “I’ll go slow.”
You nodded vigorously, to be honest the anticipation was killing you and you were very much aroused, wanting him to just get on with it. When he pushed into you though, you realized you should really be careful what you wished for. The feeling of him stretching you was almost too much, every inch he pushed in agonizingly slow amplifying your arousal to a dizzying degree. By the time he was seated all the way inside you you were panting, almost out of breath already.
“Okay?” he asked, through gritted teeth. You could tell he was holding back for dear life, but he purposely went achingly slow to make sure you were comfortable.
“Yes,” you said, having adjusted to his size, “you can move now.” Your pussy clenched involuntarily around him and he hissed.
“Don’t do that, Y/N,” he groaned, “I won’t last.”
“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, and as if to get you back he snapped his hips, making you cry out.
“Fuck!” you screamed, and that definitely encouraged him, and he set a pace, fucking you into the mattress. You felt your toes curl, a familiar knot building in your stomach. Once again, you thought, you felt like you shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as you were, it was more important for him to come inside you. “Come on, baby, come for me,” you whispered in his ear, hoping the dirty talk would encourage him.
“Almost there,” he grunted, and as much as you tried not to enjoy it, the way he was drilling into you felt too good. You bit your lip and grasped at the sheets, trying to keep your orgasm down, but he took it as a sign that you were about to come. He reached between you and thumbed your clit, and at that moment your orgasm exploded out of you without warning. He groaned as you clenched around him, finally spilling his seed inside you. You were dizzy, mind hazy from your orgasm, but you were content at the feeling of his cum inside you. He started to pull out, then stopped.
“Oh,” he said, and you looked up at him to see why he was saying that.
“What is it?” you asked.
“It’s leaking out of you,” he pointed down between your legs. You panicked.
“Well you’re not supposed to pull out right away!” you wrung your hands frantically, “push it back in!”
He looked at you incredulously, before looking down at his already softening cock, realizing it was useless at that point. So he just used his fingers, gathering up the cum that had leaked down and pushing it back into your pussy. You bit your lip again, because the more he pushed in, the more aroused you became, surprised that you weren’t oversensitive at this point. He must’ve noticed your reaction because he didn’t stop, pushing in further and further, in and out, faster and faster, until you were coming again, pussy pulsing around his fingers.
You took a deep breath to regulate your breathing, while he pulled his fingers out of you and sat back.
“Are you okay?” he asked, when you still lay there, unmoving.
“Yes,” you responded, staring up at the ceiling.
“Well, I guess I’ll get going,” he said awkwardly, when you didn’t say anything else.
You nodded, still staring up at the ceiling. “Same time tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’ll be here.” He dressed without saying anything more and left the room.
---
He came over again the next night, and you repeated the same awkward scene from the night before. This continued for a few cycles, with no success, and again you were losing hope.
“Maybe there’s something wrong with me,” you said dejectedly one day. Jaehyun looked over at you, concern etched on his face.
“The doctor said you were fine,” he replied, attempting to soothe you.
“Maybe there’s something wrong with you then,” you huffed, but Jaehyun just shook his head.
“Y/N, they put us through a bunch of tests and said we’re both fine,” he put a hand on your knee to reassure you.
“Then why isn’t it working?” you lamented, on the verge of tears.
“Do you want my opinion?” he asked hesitantly. You looked up at him in surprise.
“Yeah, of course,” you replied, curious as to what he had to say.
“Well, I’ve been reading those links the doctor sent, and it said stress is a big factor,” he stated carefully, “I think you just need to relax, and let it happen.”
You were floored. On the one hand you were touched that he had actually read the links the doctor had sent (you had been too impatient to bother), on the other hand, what exactly did he mean by ‘letting it happen’?
“Let’s do things differently next time, what do you think?” he had a twinkle in his eye that was starting to alarm you.
“What do you have in mind?” you asked suspiciously.
“You’ll see.” He smiled, much too widely for your liking.
---
The next time came around and you were more nervous than you were the first night, and if this was his idea of making it more relaxed he was already failing miserably. When he showed up at your door though, you almost didn’t recognize him. 
Instead of a t-shirt and sweats, he was wearing a crisp white button-down and jeans that sat sexily on his hips. Instead of his hair flat and falling in his face he had it pulled back, with just a few strands falling over his forehead. He also smelled incredible, a musky scent that forever trapped you in his hold, and made you want him in every way he would let you.
He smiled at you, but not in the way a friend smiles at a friend, and when he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek you almost passed out from the warmth of his lips and the intoxicating scent emanating from his skin. He walked past you to the bedroom, leaving you standing there with your mouth open and your underwear dampening.
When you finally collected yourself, you went upstairs to hear the bath running. You walked into the bathroom to see him drawing a bath, candles surrounding the tub, flower petals in the water, and the most luscious smelling bath bomb marinating in it.
“Jaehyun, what-” 
“Shh,” he put a finger to your lips, and even that act was so sensual you had to squeeze your legs together, “let me take care of you.” He reached down and turned off the water. “Get undressed and get in the bath, and I’ll come back and help you get relaxed.” He left the room and you did what he said, calling him back in once you were in the bath and the cloudy bubbly water reached the tops of your breasts.
He had such a calm and serene look on his face that it almost threw you off, but then he was taking your puff and squeezing body wash on it.
“May I?” he asked, and when you nodded he gently took your arm and ran the puff along it. He did the same with the other arm, and that simple act, along with the warmth of the bath water, did wonders to soothe you. You felt like you were floating, with the calming scents of the bath bomb, and his gentle touch. He started to run the puff along your neck and you bent your head back and sighed. Soon enough he was dipping below the surface of the water, running the puff between your breasts, and you sighed even deeper as he got lower, past your stomach, and lower still. The puff was forgotten, and now it was just his hand, reaching down between your legs. It all felt so good, you spread your legs even wider, wanting more.
“How does it feel?” he whispered, so close to your ear you shuddered.
“So good,” you couldn’t help but moan, and then his hand was there, cupping your pussy.
“I want to make you feel good, Y/N,” he purred, his voice like honey, “will you let me make you feel good?”
“Yes,” the word came out on a long exhale, as he plunged a finger between your folds, and you couldn’t help but fall apart. He fingered you until you came, water splashing all around you as you writhed in pleasure. When you were done he picked you up out of the bath, not caring that his clothes were getting wet, and carried you to the bed. You couldn’t care that you were probably soaking the bed, because his lips were on your neck, hot and urgent, leaving marks that you’d have trouble concealing the next day.
You pulled at his shirt, wanting it off already, and he obliged, throwing the damp fabric to a corner of the room. You rubbed your hands all over his chest, feeling the firm muscle there, then down to his abs. He groaned against your neck when you undid his belt and slipped your hand over his hardened cock.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he hissed, when you wrapped your hand around it and pumped.
“Don’t come yet,” you whispered, taking your hand away, opting instead to pull the rest of his jeans and boxers off. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him to enter you, but he pulled back slightly.
“Slow down,” he breathed, and you could feel him smiling against your neck, “this isn’t a race, Y/N,” he continued kissing down the column of your neck, down to your chest, “relax, and let me make you feel good.”
You finally relented, relaxing as he’d ordered, letting yourself melt into the mattress as he sucked on your skin. Your body was on fire, both from the heat of the bath you just had as well as the way his lips were ruining you. When he got down to your lower stomach you realized where he was headed, and instead of fighting the pleasure you were feeling you simply gave in. As soon as his wet tongue collided with your wet folds you let go, moaning wantonly at the feeling. Every sound you made spurred him on, every jerk and jolt of your body gave him the impetus to push you to the height of pleasure, until you were yanking at his hair and convulsing around his tongue.
“That was fucking hot, Y/N,” he almost growled, wiping at his chin as he moved to hover above you, “I almost came.”
“Don’t,” you panted, trying to catch your breath, “you need to come inside me.”
“You want it? Want my cum inside you, fill you up,” his voice was deep, intense, a tone you’d never heard from him, and certainly words you’d never heard from him, but it certainly was doing the job and making you very aroused.
“Oh god,” you exclaimed, unaware that dirty talk was something you liked. Your previous boyfriends hadn’t been this filthy, but you found you loved it.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard, and you’re gonna take all of my cum,” he continued, voice raspy, breath hot in your ear, “I’m gonna knock you the fuck up, and watch your belly grow with my baby.”
“Jaehyun!” you cried out, losing yourself completely. You grabbed a hold of his neck and pulled him down, and for a split second you saw his eyes grow wide as you smashed your lips against his, your no-kissing rule forgotten. He kissed you with the same passion and intensity that he ate you out with, and you wondered why you had ever put that no-kissing rule into place if he could make you feel like that with his lips. You moaned when his tongue entered your mouth, just as he slid his cock inside you.
This time you didn’t hold back, allowing yourself to feel everything. The way his cock slid in and out of you, the way the tip kept hitting that spot so deep inside you. The way his tongue moved in your mouth, the way his hands rubbed up and down your body, sometimes squeezing your breasts and flicking your nipples. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling his muscles move, and when you felt your orgasm start to build you dragged your nails against his skin.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he broke from the kiss to drop his head down to your chest, his thrusts getting harder but more erratic.
“Oh god, do it,” you panted, your orgasm about to burst out of you, “fill me up, baby, I want your cum so bad.”
That was enough to send him over the edge, and he pulled you flush against him as he came inside you, the particularly forceful thrusts triggering your own orgasm and making you clench around him. He let out a loud groan as you milked him, fingernails digging into his back.
When you were both done you held him against you, not wanting to let him go. He obliged, just holding you, his face tucked against your neck. You could feel his hot breath against your skin and that, along with his arms around you and his weight on top of you was all oddly comforting.
“I’m gonna pull out,” he finally said, when he had gone soft inside you. You sighed but nodded, and once he had pulled out you clamped your legs together, trying to keep as much of his cum inside you as you could.
He dressed quietly and you watched him, heart stuttering in your chest, your mind reeling. You had promised him that the sex wouldn’t change anything in your relationship, but you couldn’t believe how wrong you were. You wanted to reach for him, wanted him to stay, but you held back.
“Thanks for that,” you said quietly, and he turned to you and smiled.
“You’re welcome,” he said sincerely, “I’ll do anything for you,” and he brought his hand up and cupped your cheek, his eyes soft as he looked at you, “you’re my best friend.”
You smiled at him, but inside your heart was breaking. How could you ever think you could do this and keep your friendship as it was?
---
A few weeks later you were late, and although you tried not to get your hopes up you couldn’t help but think this was it. You waited to take the pregnancy test, wanting Jaehyun to be there no matter the outcome.
“What is it? What’s wrong? You said it’s an emergency.” He looked so concerned when he came over, and you almost felt bad for not saying what it was about right away.
“I’m late, Jaehyun,” you announced nervously.
“Where do you have to be?”
“No, I mean my period! I haven’t gotten my period yet!”
He paused, the pieces finally falling into place, and his face suddenly lit up. “Oh shit!” He covered his mouth with his hand as he looked at you with wide eyes.
“Come with me, I’m gonna take a pregnancy test.” You led him upstairs where he waited outside the bathroom door while you took the test. You placed the stick on the counter and opened the door to let him in.
“Well? What does it say?” he asked, rubbing his hands in anticipation.
“It’s gonna take a few minutes,” you answered nervously, “I can’t look, tell me what it says.” You turned away, so anxious you thought you would pass out.
“One line, so far,” he stated, and you tried to stay calm but your heart was beating out of your chest.
“Hold my hand,” you reached behind you and he took your hand in his, squeezing to comfort you. He was silent for a while, and you couldn’t take it anymore. “Well? What does it say now?”
“I see…” he started to say, and you so desperately wanted to turn around but you were too scared.
“What?! Just say it!”
He pulled you to him, turning you around and lifting the stick up to your eye level. “Two lines.”
You blinked a few times, wanting to make sure you were seeing it right, but every time you opened your eyes there were two solid lines. You were pregnant.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, both of your hands going up to cover your mouth. Jaehyun whooped in celebration, jumping up and down with glee. You saw the genuine happiness in his face and so many emotions ran through you that the only thing you could do was burst into tears.
“Aw, Y/N, don’t cry!” he laughed, gathering you into his arms, thinking you were just crying from happiness. But it was so much more complicated than that. You were getting what you wanted, a baby, but you hadn’t prepared yourself for all the complications of having a baby with your best friend, who you may have developed feelings for.
---
The first trimester was hell. You were throwing up every morning, and feeling nausea for the rest of the day. You had an aversion to most food, even hating the smell of certain things, like meat. The only things you could keep down were bread and noodles, and you wondered how the baby could grow when that was all that you ate. But at every appointment the doctor reassured you that the baby was doing well and developing at a good rate. Jaehyun insisted on going with you to your first ultrasound and as much as you wanted him to, you also dreaded it.
When the fuzzy form of your baby showed up on the screen for the first time you felt a surge of happiness overcome you, tears springing to your eyes at the sight of the tiny figure on the screen. You heard Jaehyun inhale sharply and turned to look at him. The awe in his face was so endearing it made the tears run down your cheeks, and seeing your reaction he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug.
“That’s our baby,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking, and you cried harder.
“Congratulations!” the technician said, patting you both on the shoulder. You felt like you should correct her, tell her that although the baby was technically yours and Jaehyun’s, you weren’t together and wouldn’t be raising the baby as such. But how do you explain that to a complete stranger? You looked over at Jaehyun, who was smiling from ear to ear, shaking the technician’s hand and making no move to explain the situation.
Later, as you were getting ready to leave the clinic, you saw the technician hand over a copy of the ultrasound picture to Jaehyun. He took it happily in his hands, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. As he walked towards you he slipped it into the plastic window spot in his wallet, where your drivers’ license should be, but his now housed a blurry black and white photo of your baby.
“Hey, wanna get something to eat to celebrate?” he asked, slinging an arm around you as you both left the clinic.
You shook your head. As much as you wanted to spend time with him, you found it hurt more than it helped. Once the baby was born you’d have to deal with him being around more often, so it was better to save up your strength for that.
“I’m actually really tired, I just want to go home and rest,” you answered without looking up at him, “besides, I’m still off most foods.”
“Oh, okay, makes sense.” He said, removing his arm from around your shoulder and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He didn’t sound upset or offended, but when you looked at him out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of emotion cross his face, almost like hurt or disappointment. You felt bad, knowing you had been avoiding him, even giving up your weekly brunches, but you felt it was better this way.
“Listen, I’ll let you know when the next ultrasound is, okay? You can come with me again.” You wanted just to wipe the look of disappointment off his face, and luckily it worked.
“Yeah, that would be great! Thanks so much, Y/N,” he leaned down and hugged you, and it was the closest he’d been to you since the last time you’d had sex to make the baby. You held him close, committing the feel of him and the scent of him to memory, before you pulled away and walked towards your car.
---
If the first trimester had been hell, the second trimester was heaven. Miraculously the nausea disappeared, and you found yourself actually craving food. You felt more energized and less tired, and slept so much better. Your belly was starting to grow, and you actually had to start shopping for maternity clothes. Your mood was so much better, but what really came back with a vengeance was your libido. During the first trimester you couldn’t even think about sex, but now, it was all you could think about.
Usually your vibrator would do the trick, but there were always moments where you’d think about Jaehyun, think about how good he could make you feel. Sometimes just thinking about him fucking you was enough to get you off, but when you really thought about him, about the feeling of his cock parting your folds, or the feeling of his strong hips pounding into you, his face sweaty and his scent overpowering the air between you, nothing was better than the real thing.
Which is how you found yourself one night, holding your phone and dialing his number without hesitation.
“Hey, what’s up,” he answered, his voice sounding distant. You realized you hadn’t spoken to or seen him in weeks, and instantly you felt terrible.
“Um, actually nothing. I’m sorry if I woke you.”
“You didn’t wake me,” you could hear him shuffling around, like he had been lying down and started to sit up, “is something wrong, Y/N?”
He always saw right through you, you could hear the concern is his voice, and there was no turning back now.
“Could you come over? I think I need some… company.” You didn’t know if you could just ask for sex over the phone, and was it really only sex that you wanted? Or did you just want him there, with you.
“Yeah, yeah, sure, I can come over,” you heard more shuffling, like he was getting dressed, “are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’ll be better when you’re here.” You answered truthfully.
When he showed up at your door you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him towards you and hugging him tightly. He didn’t protest, just held you and rubbed your back gently.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked softly against your hair.
“I miss you,” you admitted, voice muffled against his chest because you were too ashamed to look at him.
“I’m around, you know,” he chuckled, “you’re the one who cancelled our brunches.”
You pulled back and forced yourself to make eye contact with him. “No, Jaehyun, I miss you.” You touched his chest when you said it, giving him a look laden with meaning. He understood right away, his eyebrows rising slightly. You took him by the hand and pulled him inside, leading him upstairs and to your bedroom. He let himself be led, but once you were behind closed doors he suddenly took you into his arms and kissed you. The kiss wasn’t subtle, or gentle, it was intense and forceful, his intent surely to rile you up. It definitely worked, because you could feel wetness pooling in your panties as he stuck his tongue down your throat.
“You want my cock again,” he growled, breaking from the kiss to suck a line down your throat. You gasped at his aggressiveness, but you had to admit it really turned you on.
“Yes,” you breathed out, as he stripped you of your clothes and pushed you towards the bed. You fumbled at his clothes, trying to get them off but you found your limbs were weak from the way he was handling you. He took over, stripping off the rest of his clothes, his cock springing forward when he pulled his boxers down. You admired it for only a second before he turned you around, pushing you onto your hands and knees on the bed.
“You like my cock, don’t you, you like me fucking into your little pussy,” he spoke so low, his chest flush against your back so you could feel the reverberation of his voice.
You didn’t have a chance to answer, because he rammed his cock into you, a scream tearing from your throat as he went as deep as he could.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he started to pound into you. You weren’t sure how pregnant sex would feel, since so many things were changing in your body, but you weren’t prepared for what you got. It felt like your entire body was on fire, pleasure coursing through every part of you. He hit places inside you that you’d never felt before, and all of it was like nothing you’d ever experienced.
“Jae,” you panted, “Jae, oh my god!” your orgasm was coming on, super fast and beyond your control.
“You’re gonna come already, baby? Alright, come on, come all over my cock,” he reached down, and although it was a little awkward because of your belly, he managed to get to your clit and rub it with the pad of his thumb.
Your vision went white when your orgasm hit, your fingers and toes going numb as your pussy clenched around his cock. You could barely hold yourself up, your upper body falling to the bed as you convulsed around him. He kept going, fucking you through it, and when you stilled he pulled out and lay you on your back. He gave you a moment to catch your breath, before he entered you again. You cried out at the oversensitivity, but he went slowly, and soon enough you started to feel pleasure again.
“I can keep going,” he said, as he fucked into you at a slow but deliberate pace, “you want more, don’t you?”
You nodded vigorously, already feeling another orgasm building. He propped himself up then, and pounded into you, the bed shaking from his harsh thrusts. You gripped and pulled at the sheets, unable to contain the needy whines and moans coming up out of your mouth. You forced your eyes open to see him hovering over you, a look of intense concentration on his face, his brow sweaty, hair falling into his eyes. When he saw you looking at him his concentration faltered, and he bent his head down for a kiss. You were expecting a kiss to match the intensity with which he was fucking you, but instead it was soft, gentle, lingering. You felt something in it, something above and beyond what he was doing to you, something that carried you where you most wanted to be but didn’t dare go. The orgasm you had then was different, not just purely physical, not just filled with lust, but something more elevated, more emotional.
He broke the kiss to grunt loudly as he came, spilling more of his seed inside you. When he was done he pulled out, and sat at the edge of the bed.
“Y/N,” he said, and you don’t know why he sounded so defeated. You sat up, preparing yourself for what he was going to say.
“Jaehyun,” you reached for him but thought better of it, your hand dropping into your lap.
“I can’t keep doing this with you,” he said, his voice quiet but determined, “it’s fucking me up and I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Your heart sank. He was pulling out of your life, and it was all your fault for doing this to him. “I’m so sorry, Jaehyun.”
He got dressed hurriedly, without looking back at you, and before he opened the door to leave he turned back.
“You need to decide for yourself what you want me to be,” he still didn’t look at you, opting to look at the floor instead, “I’ll always be here for you, but I need to know where I stand.”
The door closing behind him echoed in the room, the absence of him already settling into your heart.
---
You went through the rest of the second trimester on your own, too ashamed and heartbroken to see Jaehyun, and too confused to sort out your feelings. He’d text you once in a while to ask you how you were doing, how you were feeling, but there was no talk beyond the pregnancy. He didn’t come to any more of your doctor’s appointments, nor did you ever invite him to any more in the first place. The third trimester hit even worse than the first, your belly was now so big it was almost uncomfortable to do anything, you now had constant heartburn, and you were going to the bathroom every ten minutes because of the weight on your bladder.
About a month before your due date, you were making dinner in the kitchen when you felt an uncomfortable tightening in your abdomen. You clutched your stomach, gripping the counter in alarm and wondering what you should do. The feeling came and went, but returned after a few minutes. Concerned, you called your doctor, who advised you to come in to the hospital just to get checked out. As you were getting ready you got a text from Jaehyun, asking how you were doing.
Jaehyun: hey just doing my check-in
JH: how is it going today
Me: well it’s probably nothing but
Me: just going to the hospital to get checked out
JH: wait what
JH: let me take you
Me: i should be ok
JH: Y/N pls let me take you
Me: ok
JH: thank you i’ll be right there
You sighed, wishing you had never told him and made him worry. Luckily you didn’t have to wait long since he lived nearby, and soon enough he was pulling up to your house. You didn’t bother to wait for him to come to the door, coming out as soon as you saw his car. You were locking the front door when the uncomfortable feeling came back, making you double over, clutching your stomach.
“Y/N!” you heard Jaehyun yell behind you, and soon enough his arms were cradling you as you crouched over. “What happened? What’s going on?”
His voice sounded frantic, terrified, and when you looked up in his eyes he looked so scared that it made your chest ache.
You smiled weakly, trying to placate him, “Don’t worry, it’s probably just false labor,” you patted him on the arm and soon enough the feeling went away. “My doctor just wants me to come in and get checked out, just in case.”
He nodded, but didn’t look reassured at all, creases of worry still lining his face. He also didn’t let you go, holding onto your arm as you walked to the car. At the hospital he didn’t leave your side, until the doctor came to do your examination.
“I’ll wait outside,” he said hesitantly, but you could tell he didn’t want to leave at all, eyes looking longingly back at you as he left the room.
After the doctor examined you and reassured you that it really was just false labor, you were cleared to leave and found Jaehyun in the hall, pacing. Once he saw you he ran up to you, searching your face with frantic eyes.
“Well? What happened?” he’d taken your hands in his, and his palms felt cold and clammy.
“It was nothing, just false labor, the doctor told me to go home and rest.” You reassured him, squeezing his hands and smiling softly at him. He let out a long breath, collapsing into a nearby chair.
“Oh my god, Y/N, I almost died!” he passed the back of his hand over his eyes dramatically, and you suppressed a giggle at his overdramatic show.
“Don’t laugh!” he sat up and looked at you incredulously, “I lost ten years of my life just now!”
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” you pressed your lips together trying not to smile. He broke into a wide grin then, pleased with himself that he had managed to lighten your mood with his sense of humor.
“Come on, let’s get you home.”
---
The drive from the hospital had been quiet, both of you realizing that there was still this huge wall between you, and neither of you were brave enough to breach it. He walked you to your door in continued silence, and once you reached your doorstep he turned around to walk back to his car.
“Jaehyun,” you called, unable to stand it anymore, “do you wanna come in and talk?”
He turned around, a mixture of hope, fear, and resignation on his face, and nodded.
The time apart had made you realize how much you missed him, and seeing him again had made you realize how much you still wanted him to be a part of your life. You were hoping to salvage something of your relationship, but you were fully aware that you could never go back to what it had been.
You sat him down on the sofa and took a deep breath.
“Jaehyun,” you began, getting more and more nervous as you went on, “I know I made things weird, even though I promised I wouldn’t,” he opened his mouth to say something but you stopped him, determined to get out what you wanted to say. “I was so focused on having a baby that I didn’t think about what involving you would mean, and what it would do to our friendship. I think I was just naive, I didn’t think anything would change, and I was so wrong.”
He sat across from you, and even though he was just inches away it felt like he was miles away, like an unfathomable chasm had opened up between you. Then he looked up at you, hesitant, but determined.
“Y/N, we can’t go back and change things anymore. What’s happened has happened.” He tilted his head to regard you, taking a deep breath before moving on, “so I just need to know one thing.”
“What is it?”
“Do you want me to be a part of your life?”
“Yes. Always.” You answered truthfully, without a doubt in your mind. He smiled, but there was still something behind his eyes.
“Hey, do you remember that pact we made in eighth grade?” He suddenly asked, his eyes twinkling.
“The marriage one?” you scanned your eighth grade memories and that was the only pact you could think of.
“Yeah, the one where we said if neither of us are married by the time we’re thirty, we’ll marry each other?”
“Yes, I remember.” It was during PE class, when you and Jaehyun were sitting in the field while everyone else was running around chasing soccer balls. You don’t remember how the subject came up, but soon enough you were doing pinky swears and Jaehyun was fashioning rings out of blades of grass for you and him to wear. You both had a good laugh over it, and never thought about it again until this moment.
“So what if we didn’t wait?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if we didn’t wait until we’re thirty, what if we just did it now? I mean, we’re having a baby together already.”
“Jaehyun, are you proposing right now?” you said it as a joke, even chuckling to yourself, you weren’t taking the whole thing seriously at all, except Jaehyun wasn’t laughing.
“I mean, I don’t have a ring, but…” he looked around the room, and seeing your spider plant on a nearby table he picked a leaf off and rolled it around itself, making a ring out of it, and slipped it on your finger. You were speechless.
“Jaehyun, you’re serious.” You managed to say after the thoughts stopped running through your brain. You hadn’t really thought about marriage, none of the guys you’d dated had ever made you think about it. You knew you wanted kids, but marriage was something you figured you couldn’t achieve, never having found the right guy. Yet here he was all along, Jeong Jaehyun,  your best friend, someone who knew you inside and out. A dawning realization hit you then, that maybe none of your relationships ever worked out because you kept comparing them to Jaehyun, and no one ever held up. You were in love with your best friend, and you didn’t even know it.
“Well?” he asked, with raised eyebrows and hopeful eyes. You stared at the leaf ring on your finger, turning it around and around, your heart and mind finally finding peace in your realization. You looked up at him, cupping his face, and he looked like he was bracing himself for a possibly negative response.
“Yes.” You answered, smiling brightly at him, and it took him a moment to realize you weren’t turning him down. His face broke out into a wide grin, his dimples as deep as ever, his eyes shiny. He pulled you in for a hug, but your belly made it somewhat awkward.
“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re huge!” he looked down at your belly in awe.
“Jaehyun what the fuck!” you smacked him on the arm, slightly offended.
“No, I meant I was too busy being worried about you that I never noticed how big your belly had gotten.” He reached out his hand tentatively. “Can I touch?”
“Of course,” you said, happy that you could share this with him. You took his hand and placed it on your belly.
“Can you feel the baby move?” He asked, eyes growing wide when his hand landed on your stomach.
“Sometimes, mostly when I’m lying still though.” You let him rub his hand over your stomach, endeared at how awestruck he was, his mouth forming a little ‘o’ as he moved his hand around. He suddenly leaned forward, his face getting very close to your belly.
“Hey little one,” he called softly, and your heart clenched at the sight of him talking to the baby in your belly, “I’m your dad.”
Suddenly you felt a jolt in your ribs, as the baby stretched and kicked inside you.
“Oh my god, Y/N! Did you feel that?” Jaehyun clapped excitedly.
“Damn right I felt it,” you groaned, patting your stomach, “keep it down in there, kicking mama in the ribs really hurts!”
Jaehyun burst out laughing, gathering you in his arms and hugging you tightly. “That was adorable!” he exclaimed, and your heart felt warm as you wrapped your arms around him.
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You decided to just do a small backyard ceremony for your wedding, neither of you fond of big parties that meant even bigger expenses. Jaehyun moved into your house since he had been rooming with a friend, and once all of his things had been moved in and installed, you were left alone with each other once again.
You don’t know why, but your first night as a married couple felt like the first night you’d had sex, awkward as hell. Once again you stood on either side of the bed, unsure as to what to do.
“Bed?” he finally asked after you’d both stood there for too long.
“Bed,” you answered, and you both got in at the same time. You couldn’t help but laugh at your awkwardness, and that certainly broke the tension. You turned to your side, the only way you could get comfortable with how big your belly was, and he slotted his body behind you, wrapping an arm around you and resting his hand on your belly. You sighed contentedly, loving the feeling of being in his arms.
“This is nice,” he whispered, but his breath against your ear made you shiver, and suddenly contentment wasn’t the only thing you were feeling. Not to mention his hand that was on your belly had moved to your hip, fingers tracing wide circles over the fabric of your sleep shorts.
“Jaehyun,” you didn’t mean to, but his name came out in a moan, and his hand stopped its circuit, the faintest bit of pressure being applied to your hip.
“Y/N?” he questioned, but you were taking his hand and moving it up to your breasts. Once he cupped them you moaned again. “Holy shit, Y/N, your boobs are huge!”
“Jaehyun!” you reprimanded him, but he apologized quickly.
“Sorry, sorry, I just-” he cupped and squeezed, feeling the weight of them, “wow,” was all he could say.
“Well they won’t be this big for too long, so you better take advantage of them now,” you encouraged, and he did, tweaking your nipples until you were moaning into your pillow.
“Tell me if I do anything that hurts, or makes you feel uncomfortable, okay?” he whispered into your ear, before he started to plant wet kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your mind went hazy at the feeling of his lips on your skin, and soon he slipped a hand down, past the waistband of your shorts.
You inhaled sharply when his fingers found you wet, when he gathered some of your arousal to rub it around your clit. You moaned loudly when he made circles around your bud, pressing your face further into your pillow.
“Don’t do that, baby, I wanna hear you,” he pulled the covers off and pushed your pillow away, helping you take off your shirt and the rest of your clothes so you were fully exposed to him. He looked at you, lust and hunger clouding his eyes. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous knocked up with my baby.”
Your pussy clenched at his words and you pulled at his own clothes to get him to take them off. “Come here and fuck me, husband.”
Your words ignited something in him, and he bent down, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and pushing into you. You cried out, not caring anymore how loud you were being, the feeling of his cock inside you throwing you into the heights of pleasure. Once you started though, you couldn’t stop, moans and whimpers and whines tumbling out of your lips as he pumped his cock inside you.
“You like it, don’t you?” he growled, “you like my cock so much you let me knock you up.”
You moaned even louder at his words, your orgasm starting to build in the pit of your stomach. “Yes, god, yes!”
“You want my cum, baby? Look at where it got you, huh? You let me come inside you and now you’re knocked up.” His voice was raspy, deep, and it cut right to your core.
“Fuck, Jaehyun! I’m gonna come!” you warned him, grasping at the sheets as your orgasm hit you, your pussy pulsing around his cock. It didn’t take much longer for him to come, one last thrust that took your breath away, and he spilled his seed into you.
“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen into your face, “did it hurt at all?”
“No, not at all, it felt good,” you smiled at him, wanting to alleviate his concern. He looked relieved, before he bent down and kissed the swell of your stomach.
“Sorry, baby,” he said sheepishly, addressing the baby, and you could only laugh, rubbing a hand through his hair as he smiled up at you.
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The next day Jaehyun had left for work, and you were almost out the door yourself when you felt something gush between your legs. You figured you knew what it was and, resolved to stay calm, you quickly called Jaehyun.
“Babe, what is it?” he answered on the first ring.
“I think my water broke.” 
“Okay, stay calm, I’m on my way back.”
It didn’t take long for him to come back since he’d just left, and you drove to the hospital all the while holding tightly to his hand. The contractions started then, not too bad at first but as time went on the pain was hard to bear. By the time you reached the hospital you were grimacing in pain and Jaehyun was yelling for someone to come and help you.
You labored for hours, Jaehyun never leaving your side, giving you strength even when you felt like you had no more to give. You wondered how you could have ever done this without him, without his unwavering support, his cheerful but calm demeanor raising you up when you felt like giving in. Soon enough you had a healthy baby in your hands, a boy that an ecstatic Jaehyun had already dubbed his ‘mini me’.
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If you had known what the first few weeks with a newborn would have been like you would have seriously rethought having a baby in the first place. You were exhausted more than you had ever been in your life, catching sleep for only those precious moments when the baby would sleep. Your breasts were sore from breastfeeding, and if you never saw another poopy diaper in your life it would be too soon. What made it all worth it, was the look of pure innocence in your baby’s eyes, and the way your husband would stare at him like he was the most precious person in the world.
One night you were woken again by the baby’s cries, and trudging to his room you were surprised to see Jaehyun already there.
“Sorry to wake you,” he whispered, “I was changing him and he lost his binky.” You stood in the doorway and watched as your husband expertly handled your son, swaddling him in his blankets and making sure the pacifier was situated in his mouth. “Go back to bed, I got this.”
Jaehyun had done many things during your time together that you considered sexy, but this was probably the sexiest thing he had ever done. You walked back to your bedroom, mentally reminding yourself to reward him when you were more awake.
You lay in bed though, unable to fall back asleep. Your mind was racing, anxieties resurfacing at that dark and quiet time of night. Jaehyun eventually came back, sliding into the bed and spooning you, his arm coming to wrap around your waist.
“Jae?” you whispered, hoping he hadn’t fallen back asleep right away.
“Hm? I thought you were asleep.” He sounded tired, tightening his arm around you.
“Is this the life you wanted?” you asked him, rubbing his arm that was wrapped around you.
“Absolutely.” He answered, without hesitation.
“No, I’m serious.”
“So am I. Why wouldn’t you think I was being serious?” he suddenly propped himself up on his elbow so he could see your face.
“Because you had a life before this, and now it’s just-” you waved your hand in the air, “me and the baby.”
“Just you and the baby? Y/N, you and Yuno are the most important things in my life right now.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Yeah I had Friday night drinks and Sunday basketball games, and that was fun and all, but you two are my family now.”
“Don’t you miss it?”
“If I did I’d just go and do it? So no, I don’t miss it right now. Maybe eventually? But that doesn’t mean I’d love you and Yuno less.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you, but you knew you’d never get tired of hearing it. You’d been surprised when he’d told you he’d been in love with you for a while, not daring to say anything about it for fear of ruining your friendship. When you’d told him that you wanted to have a baby he knew that there was no one else in the world that he wanted to bear his children except you, and he was relieved when you accepted his offer of being a sperm donor. He had been prepared to be just that, but the sex threw everything into chaos, including his feelings for you and his resolve to keep your relationship as just friends. He felt himself falling even deeper for you, but his heart couldn’t handle the push and pull he was feeling from you. He never wanted to pull out of your life, and he spent more time staring at his phone waiting for you to call or text than he dared to admit. Bringing up the marriage pact had been a gamble, and he was terrified that you’d say no, but when you said yes, he could barely contain his happiness.
“Listen,” he said, taking your hand in his, “this life is more than I could have ever asked for.”
“Really?” you asked, turning to look at him, “With me?”
“Baby, it’s always been you.”
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♡ Dream of You ♡
Lee Minho x Reader.
Word count: 5k
♡ Warnings ♡: supernatural & smut themes; mentions of blood & demonic anatomy. Unprotected sex, choking, exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, oral, fingering, name calling, car sex.
A/N: pure filthy smut with an incubus lee know. I hope you enjoy this, i'd recommend listening to Chungha's dream of you for a better experience.
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After a long day of work there was nothing else you wanted more than falling asleep in the warmth of your bed, comfortably covered by your softest blankets and allowing all the stress from the day to dissipate while you wandered a new world in dreamland.
That was all you had in mind once you stepped through your front door, ridding yourself of the clothes you wore to put on your pajamas and proceeding to lay on the bed.
There was nothing more satisfactory than turning off the lamp next to your bed and submerging in the darkness allowing your eyes to close and finally drift off to start dreaming; Dreams were wonderful, you've always liked sleeping because you didn't how you subconscious would surprise you next, sometimes you could have a normal dream viewing how your day went and the decision you made, and other times you could dream that a snake needed you to pilot a helicopter to take them to Alaska because it didn't like people.
That's just how dreams worked, and sometimes you forgot about them but while they made you laugh after waking up, having the liberty of dreaming whatever your brain felt like creating, you were always content to sleep.
Tonight you had an interesting dream, one like a few you had before but slightly different.
It started with you painting in a magic easel in the middle of your living room but then you were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of the door, finding a recently new coworker standing outside, one hand in his pocket, the other resting against the wall and a devilish smile on his pretty face.
"I hope you were waiting for me," he greeted you, entering your home and closing the door behind him. You observed him go to your room and stare out the window, while you sat on the bed and watched him in silence.
He wasn't even looking at you, but something about him… you didn't know what it was but you wanted him to pay attention to you, to have him smiling your way, to hold his hand, to be able to touch him…
"Come lay here with me," you whispered, moving further in the bed and patting the space you had made for him.
Minho turned after hearing you call, that hypnotizing smile that made you feel butterflies in your stomach on his lips, and without saying anything he walked to the bed, crawling on it until he had you caged under him.
Holding his face in your hands while you hold your breathe, you decided to pull him in and finally kissed him, he allowed you to do it, and you don't know how much time had happened but soon he had you naked and he was thrusting into you harshly, you moaned his name and grabbed his biceps so tightly until the last moment of your climax…
And then, you woke up; wet panties, breathing heavily, sweaty forehead.
That evening when you went to work you couldn't even face the protagonist of your erotic dream, your cheeks heating up whenever he asked you something and you gave a vague answer to avoid talking with him for long periods of time. You felt ashamed that your brain had decided to fantasize about him.
The worst part was that that mere day was just the beginning of many more wet dreams to come; the second time it happened you were getting your groceries and then he asked if you could help him choose a cereal to then push you against the boxes and fuck you standing there, not caring if people could find you or not, it was… thrilling to be doing something so explicit in a Walmart isle like it was just you and him there.
Then, the day after that you were at the vet to do a normal check up routine on a tiny dragon and he happened to be the veterinarian working there, taking your little friend and putting him in a cage and guiding you to his office where he bended you over the desk and age you out like a starved man.
It was tiring, if you had to be truly honest. You weren't sure if those erotic dreams were livid dream or just fantasies you'd like to accomplish, but when you opened your eyes after cumming with soaked underwear and you had to clean everything, you kept thinking about it for the rest of the day.
Work was awkward as hell; you could swear that as days passed and you kept dreaming about Minho doing unholy things to you, the closest he started getting to you, waiting for you to arrive and opening the door for you, chilling by your space when he didn't have much to do, cracking jokes or simply winking his eye playfully when you dared look at him and indulge in the images that your dreams planted in your mind.
Afraid of sleeping at night and having those repetitive dreams, on your day off you decided to call a friend, texting him the favor you had in mind to see if he was up to helping you get rid of those vivid dreams, and of course he gladly accepted.
Dressed in comfortably yet elegant clothes, the familiar ringing of the bell announced his arrival.
You happily ran to open the door for him, kissing his cheek and stepping aside to let him in. Just like you, he had dressed nice enough for the occasion.
"Hey, how're you doing? I hope I'm not too late for dinner, I brought some wine too," he said, your eyes wandering to see the bottle in his hand, both of you smelling the air once he detected the delicious smell of freshly served food.
"You arrived just in time, come on," you took his hand, guiding him to the prepared table and sitting in front of each other.
You were nervous, yes, but you were also very excited. Locking eyes with him across the table, winking quickly and then he smiled your way, your heart skipping a beat. He was very attractive, you couldn't deny.
"How's the food, Chan?" you asked, taking another bite of the meal you had put a lot of effort into making.
"Delicious, tastes like it was made by a professional chef," he complimented, making you laugh and looking at him through your lashes, seeing that he was grinning too.
"You're so flattering, I'm very happy you like my food. Take it as a thank you for agreeing to come over and helping me out." You placed your hand on the table, slowly moving it so it could rest on top of Chan's and squeeze it gently.
"You know I love your food too much, Y/N, and don't worry, it's more than a pleasure to help you when you need me, you've done the same for me as well," he moved your hand and held yours, then he let go of it, standing up from the chair and walking to you, holding your chin with two of his fingers and bending down to capture your lips in his.
Moving away from him too soon, you moved from the chair and wrapped your arms around his neck, he quickly put an arm around your waist tightly, your body pressed against his as he passionately kissed you, dragging his tongue on your lips and then deciding to explore your mouth with it, your hand tangled in his hair and your leg hugged his own, grinding subtly against his crotch, fully enjoying the kiss.
The next time you separates was on his initiative, his hands traveled down to your ass and knowing what he wanted, you jumped trusting that he would catch you, now both of your legs hugging him and he made the way to the familiarity of your bedroom, where your comfortable bed was awaiting for the two of you to truly start the night fun.
Chan sat down with you on his lap, you attacked his neck and his hands went to undress you, yours doing pretty much the same and skillfully unbuttoning his shirt; soon the two of you were completely naked, you bounced on his cock moaning, hands on his broad shoulders, his on your hips trying to help you, your mind flooded in ecstatic pleasure, until the moment you came and he asked you to say his name when he noticed how near you were.
"A–ah, Minho! I'm cumming," you cried out, throwing your head backwards, closing your eyes and digging your nails on your partner's shoulders. For some reason, he stopped trying to help you bounce.
When you opened your eyes again, Chan was looking at you with a weird expression on his face. He saw you come down from your high, carefully manhandling you to make you lay next to him without saying a word, your logic skill too numb to ask him what was wrong, so licking your lips and trying to regulate your breathing, you asked "you haven't came yet, want me to blow you?"
Surprisingly, he shook his head and picked up his clothes from the floor, starting to get dressed in front of you.
"I'm okay, thanks for offering. Maybe–" Chan closed his eyes tightly, breathing in and then out, "maybe next time you should ask for help from this Minho guy."
And then, after processing his words you froze like a kid who got caught stealing from the cookie jar before dinner. Had you heard wrong, or had Chan actually said what your mind caught? Stuttering, you blinked two, three times. "W- what…?"
Sighing, Chan sat next to you on the bed, looking at you with a little sadness in his eyes.
"When I told you to say my name, when you were about to cum, you didn't say my name. You called out for some Minho. Look, Y/N, I… I like you, I was thinking of asking you out after this– I even thought this was a date, but it seems like I was wrong. I hope you can get closer to him, I'm going home."
He left you speechless, and just like that you watched him turn his back and leave the room, still in the same spot on the bed. Then you heard how the front door closed, and you were left alone.
You didn't know when you fell asleep, but the next time you opened your eyes the clock in your night stand read 3:31 am, you rubbed your eyes, stood up and walked to the window, a sad feeling lingering on your mind, but you didn't seem to care at all. You couldn't sleep, that was the main issue.
The solution to your problem didn't seem to solve anything, if only it worsened because instead of waking in the morning with a pool of wetness between your legs, you were roaming your house with no clothes on, glass of water in your hand and tangled hair, your mind thinking of your annoying yet handsome co worker. You hated him for causing all those fantasies to the deepest part of your repressed sexual life.
When the sun was bright outside again, your phone ringing with the alarm for you to start getting ready for work came from your bedroom, you hurried to turn it off and start the day.
Lee Minho, the cause of your nightmares disguised as something else. He was simply sitting in front of you, ignorant of what his handsomeness caused to your mind. He had been trying to get closer to you, so you assumed that you were some kind of friends, spending your breaks chatting together but never getting too close.
He was a mysterious man, never giving away too much information about him, or his past, preferring to hear you talk about yourself and memories you had. He sometimes did the same, telling you how his workout routine and what he had cooked or was planning to prepare later that day.
His work space was close to yours, you had to see him do the bare minimum and you noticed that some things had you squeezing your legs, he always looked so damn hot, provoking you the urge to lock yourself in the bathroom and touch yourself to his image and combine it with your dreams…
You never did, because that would be weird, but you started going home with the eagerness of being alone and available to moan all you wanted, calling Minho's name out loud when you came like you'd done with Chan.
Except that this time, when you tried to open your car's door, a hand holding it kept you from successfully opening it. You followed the hand connected to the owner, the one and only who spent so much time in your head.
"Minho…?"
"Shut up, Y/N. I need to talk to you, because I don't understand how you've managed to stay away from me. I know you've been having wet dreams about me," he stepped closer to you, one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, his face got closer to your side and when his lips hovered on your ear, he continued what he was saying in the firm of a whisper. "I know all your little fantasies, all you want me to do to you, but you can't accept it. Come with me and I'll treat you like no one has treated you before."
Your eyes widened, your knees were ready to give up and if it weren't for him holding you you would be dropping to the floor in no time. The warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear made you feel tingly, a knot in your throat when you processed what he just said sent a shiver down your spine. How could he probably know about that, if you hadn't told anyone?
"Why– How do you know that?" you asked in a whisper, just like him.
Minho separated from you, he rested his weight on the side of your car and grinned, licking his lips before answering.
"Because I made you have them, so you would want to have sex with me. I'm not a mortal like you, or like anyone in the office. I'm an incubus, I have sex with whoever I want, and I want you, Y/N. I must have you."
His eyes suddenly darkened completely, the black of his pupil taking over all other colors in his eyes, and something about his aura shifted too. You didn't know why, but you felt like you wanted to submit to him, do what he wanted, and just accept that he had chosen you for a night of passion.
"T–take me home, I'll be yours," you said, your voice a quiet susurrus that he caught clearly. He nodded, and when you saw him get closer to you, you noticed how his teeth had changed and now they were all pointy and sharp, like he was a predator and you were the prey.
"Why wait to get home, when I could have you right here, sweetheart? I know you don't mind getting a little exposed, so what do you say, hmm?" He circled you, analyzing you as he walked around you until he was behind you, his hands still on your body touching you a little tentatively to test how far he could go, waiting to see if you wanted him to stop or keep going. You nodded, because for fuck's sake, there was a pooling wetness between your legs and an agonizing ache to be tucked by him and only him.
"No, don't just nod at me, princess. I want you to tell me that I can fuck you here," he demanded, a hand on your neck making you rest against him.
"Yes, yes, fuck me against the car, you can do it," you said, verbally signing this deal.
Once he heard you consent, a hand slipped past your pants and underwear, humming when his fingers felt the grade of wetness he knowingly caused you, his other hand left your throat to pull down your bottom clothes to grant him better access at your hole, fingerling you so expertly that he had you feeling like jello, biting the skin of your arm resting on the roof of the car to try and muffle your moans.
Truth is, he was fingering you too well, your mind too gone away in pleasure to care anymore if anyone walked in to get into their car or to check if there were any cameras. All you knew was Lee Minho's name and how his digits felt inside you, the way he moved them to make you cum around his hand like it only took him a snap of his free hand.
"Fuck me, please I need you to fuck me," you cried out, turning your head to look at him directly. The man smiled silly at you, but removed his hands from you and soon enough he had his cock in the air, hard and ready in his hand.
You couldn't take your eyes off it, it wasn't like any other you'd seen before, or how your dreams imagined it to be, no. It had his normal skin color at the base, but almost by the middle of it a glowing green replaced the normal color until the tip, long in size and thick, thicker than you've ever seen. Your mind short circuited when you saw him, mouth watering as well. You wondered how it would feel to have it inside you, and luckily to you, it was only a matter of time until you found out.
Pressing himself against your entrance, with a quick sway of his hips he was halfway into your hole, one of his hands on your hip and the other finding home around your neck again, getting comfy with how he felt inside you, a groan letting you know how much he was enjoying this too.
He filled you up, and then the real fun started, he was quick to pound into you, the hand on your neck squeezing from time to time making your pleasure be amplified a little more and your mind go dizzy, the sound of sin echoing through the hopefully empty parking lot.
You tried to help him, arching your back to grant a little more access to your intimity and he took the opportunity to wrap a hand around your stomach and look for your clit, the combination of that stimulation plus the way he was thrusting you so hard and deliciously made the choking the cherry on top, you were sure you had drawn a little blood from your lip from biting too hard as a way to silence your moans and whimpers, a product of how good you were being treated by this… hellish being.
"Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined, slut. I bet you're close, aren't I right, beautiful?" he whispered, the name he called sparkling something that you didn't quite know if you would like, loving it when he told you that. A mix of both praising and humiliation, legs failing to work a little, your unsteadiness warning him or your nearing second orgasm.
"That's right, you're gone cum around my cock, and you'll take every last drop of my cum once I'm done with you and you're gonna love it, because you're my little cockslut, aren't you, baby?"
"Y–yes, I'm your– your little cockslut… I'm, shit… I'm gonna cum, ahhh, Minho!" he added a little more pressure in the hand that he was choking you with, and you reached your climax, rolling your eyes and drooling a little, being overstimulated by his still thrusting hips, but not too long after you, he came as well.
Both of you were in a post orgasmic satisfaction, needing a little moment before trying to make yourselves presentable and get in the car, but you eventually managed to get into the co-pilot's seat, feeling hos Minho's seed tried to drip from your cunt.
"I have to say," he started, turning on the car and getting your attention, "it was way better than I anticipated. Are you up for a round two?" he winked.
"Your place or my place?" was your answer.
"Well, I can't take you to the underworld, so I guess it'll be yours then, doll. Direct me, please." You chuckled at his response, but you simply gave him your address.
There was one thing you hadn't stopped thinking about, and it really annoyed you, because upon seeing it you were beyond curious. Yes, you had it inside you, but you still wondered how it would be like to have a demonic cock in your mouth; how it would taste, how it would react, how it felt.
"Hey," you got his attention, "can I blow you while you drive?" you shyly asked.
He wasn't looking at you, but at the road, his eyes wide open after hearing your offer, but he cleared his throat and told you to start if you wanted.
You undid your security belt, sitting on your knees and bending in the middle of the two seats, hands on his lap undoing his zipper and pulling out his semi hard cock one more time.
Looking at it this close, you could appreciate his prominent veins, and how truly thick it was. You could only smile like a cat who got the mouse.
"Oh my God, you're so fucking big…" you said, hands around his base looking small compared to him.
You heard Minho chuckle and then hiss when your lips wrapped around his tip, then you swirled your tongue and took as much of him as you could in your mouth, wet sounds made by your mouth and humming that sent vibrations to the rest of his body made him curse under his breath, his left hand rested on your head and the right one on the wheel, knuckles white from the strength he was holding it with.
The security belt around him kept him from thrusting into your mouth, allowing you to go as deep as you could and keep you from gagging.
You were working wonders around him, the way that he couldn't keep his mouth shut made you know that, a feeling of pride filling your chest when you felt him twitch in your mouth, separating from him and jerking him, your tongue out as you got ready for him to let go.
A spurt of semen fell on your face, the rest landing successfully in your mouth and tongue, and Minho took advantage of the red light to appreciate your messy face full of him. You looked… sinful. He loved that from you.
A honking from the car behind yours made Minho react and kept driving, after all you were almost at your place.
Taking napkins from your purse, you cleaned what was left of his fluids from your face and took your house keys when the car stopped moving, you walked to Minho's side and took his hand, guiding him to your humble home.
"I wanna continue where we left it, but I have a few questions too," you said, closing and locking the door behind you. Your companion wasted no time and he sat on the couch, arms resting on the back of it and legs comfortably spread.
"What do you wanna know, darling?" he asked, allowing you to day what was troubling you.
"You mentioned that you weren't human, and as I could see you weren't lying, so what exactly are you?" you sat next to him, grabbing his arm and playing with his hand.
"I'm… just an incubus. A sex demon, I see someone I like, I provoke them and make myself get involved with them, we have sex, I convince them to come to hell with me, they get crazy and I just kind of leave them be in the underworld when they die."
"Oh," you said, blinking.
"I don't think you'll follow that path, though. You resisted the urge to look for me at the beginning. I still don't understand how, but you did. You're something special," he squeezed your hand, eyes locking with yours, the unfamiliarity of those fully black orbs unsettled you, yet they excited you at the same time.
You cleared your throat, looking at your hands together before continuing "Question two, if you're a sexual demon and I have sex with you can you give me something in exchange or do I just gain a ticket to hell?"
"Having mind blowing orgasms doesn't count?" he joked, winking at you. "You can gain things, humans usually summon us for fame, money and success, as well as sex. If you want any of that, I can give it to you but I'll need to drink a little bit of your blood during sex," he explained.
"That's interesting. And how do you, uhm… how do incubi make more incubi?" you finally asked, remembering how he came inside you. You took the pill, sure, Minho knew that because he had seen you take them at work, but it wasn't a method 100% effective, so just to make sure you asked about the possibility of conceiving a hybrid child.
"My demon race can't have babies, if that's what you're worried about, but you might develop a breeding kink if we have too much sex. Make sure to take your pills always so you're safe when you're with someone else, alright?" you nodded.
"Alright, there's a lot of things we did in your dreams, with which one do you wanna start the night?"
That's how you continued the little rendezvous, you proceeded to throw yourself at him and kiss him, and later you were riding him, only to soon be placed on the coffee table and be railed good by his powerful cock.
Minho had a lot of stamina, it surprised you how long he could last and how much he could make you cum, tears falling from your eyes at some point while he ate you out in your carpeted living room, his body on the floor while you were hovering on his face grinding against his tongue, a single finger teased your butthole while your pussy throbbed.
Then, you told him that you needed a break for dinner and he went with you to the kitchen, 'helping' you cook but in reality he took the whipping cream you were saving for a cake you wanted to bake in the weekend and he sprayed it on your chest by accident, licking it clean and playing with your nipples, a hand shoved between your legs.
In the early morning when he finally decided to let you rest after claiming you in the shower and leaving marks everywhere, you tiredly closed your eyes and hoped to be able to sleep for enough time, being thankful that you didn't dream of anything.
The feeling of victory when you woke up to the smell of hotcakes coming from the kitchen allowed you to know that yes, the man [who had caused all] of your dreams was real, a demonic being, but real and incredibly good skilled in bed.
"Good morning, gorgeous. Here's a little reward from how you did last night," he said, placing a glass of milk in front of you on the table.
"Thank you, sir. It was nice spending time with you, maybe we could repeat it again, someday" you said, expecting him to brush the suggestion.
"That would be amazing, are you sure you can fake another night of Minho?" he asked, sitting in front of you and chewing his own breakfast.
"Sure, it'll be easy, you know what I like and allow me to experiment. That's… something I liked" you blushed, taking a sip of milk.
"So yes, what do you say, same place after work, Lee Minho?"
"I hope you're ready for what you're getting into, I can get a little possessive with what belongs to me, and you belong to me now, don't you?"
You swallowed, looking up at him feeling a little aroused. "Y–yes, sir, I belong to you."
"That's right, my little cockslut. I'll see you, same time after work, I'll give you the whole day if you want to back off." You nodded in understanding, then the two of you continued to eat your food in the silence of the late sunny morning.
"Alright, I'll get home to get ready for work, see you later," he said, standing up and walking away from the kitchen, but then turning and calling your name.
"Ah, before I leave, I wanted to request something from you."
"You have a request? What is it?" you innocently asked.
"Don't wear any underwear, okay? See you later, sexy."
Nodding, you waved him goodbye and with excitement, you repeated his last words too, "see you later!"
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urimaginespimp · 3 years
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Dare Coupons and Wrong Ideas
2nd and last part of A Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas (Read this first to know what’s going on)
Bucky x Reader + Avengers still thinking you slept together
A/N: I didn’t expect a lot of you would enjoy the first part so as requested, here’s a follow up!
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When you woke up, you were alone in your room, and it was already the next day. You only have small recollections of Bucky constantly checking your temperature, feeding you soup, and making you take medicine.
Your cheeks flushed at the memory that he had to only be in his boxer briefs because your AC had to be off or else you would’ve frozen to death.
Plugging your phone as the battery was about to drain, you saw that it had numerous messages from the team – some were saying congratulations to you and Bucky, Wanda was asking you for details, Sam was thanking you for making him 50 bucks richer, and Tony was saying you owe him money.
You didn’t think finally getting along with Bucky was that big of a deal for everyone. Chuckling, you decided to hop in the shower before getting some breakfast.
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“I told you, nothing happened.” Bucky was scowling at Sam who was ignoring him for the nth time that morning.
“I remember you also insisting you didn’t like Star Wars, then I caught you ordering Baby Yoda merchandise on Amazon. So, forgive me if I’d rather hear about what we saw yesterday from your new girlfriend.” Sam smirked, not looking up from his phone.
The rest of the team in the kitchen snickered. They were not giving him the chance to explain himself since he got there. Steve has warned them that he’s prone to lie and get defensive when he’s embarrassed.
Huffing in annoyance like a child, he sunk in his seat thinking of ways he could convince them that he was telling the truth, when you finally appeared.
“Good morning.” You mumbled a small greeting and made your way to the cupboards to get some cereal. He noted that you look a lot better than yesterday, and that you just showered.
Heading to the table, bowl in your hands, Nat gestured for you to sit between her and Wanda, and across from Steve, Clint, and Tony. Taking your seat, you scanned who else was on the long dining table, and your eyes landed on Bucky who was five seats away from Steve, and next to him was Sam, and Peter.
You gave Bucky a small smile as a thank you, mentally noting that you had to thank him personally in private later. But unbeknownst to you, the rest of the team took this as a “moment” and were exchanging meaningful looks, except for Tony.
Bucky returned the smile, grateful that you were finally here to clear things up for everyone and prove that he was telling the truth. But then Sam just had to be a villain.
“Hey tinman. I still have 3 dare coupons from you last Christmas. Now I dare you to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the morning.” He said in a low voice, raising his brows when Bucky was about to protest.
“Fine.” he huffed.
“All’s clear!” Sam said loudly, making you jump a little from your seat. What was that about?
“So... Y/N.” Steve started speaking, making you look up to him. “Bucky, huh? Who knew?”
“I know, right?” you smiled at him. So, you and Bucky finally getting along was that big of a deal for them. Maybe it was for team morale.
Nat cleared her throat before turning to you with a grin. “Sam, Steve, and I went to your room yesterday to check on you after FRIDAY said you haven’t been out of your room all morning. And uh, well a partially dressed Bucky greeted us.”
Looking across you again, Steve, Clint and Tony were also looking at you expectantly. You get how it must’ve been confusing why he had to take care of you in only his boxer briefs.
“Oh, I was actually the one who told him to just take it off. It was just getting too hot for him.” You shrugged and missed how Peter spat milk from his seat, and Sam telling him to keep it together.
“So how was he?” Wanda couldn’t keep herself from sounding too eager to know. You raised a brow in confusion at her but answered.
“Honestly, I didn’t know he could be that gentle.” You thought back to how Bucky was gentle and patient in taking care of you.
“Oh wow.” Wanda responded; eyes wide.  Steve was turning red and was now avoiding making eye contact.
Bucky was smirking from his seat. At first, he thought it was going to be more embarrassing for him, but now he was actually enjoying how the team was torn between wanting to know more, and trying to spare themselves the visuals of their friends going at it.
“How would you uh... rate him.” Wanda asked again, making Vision nudge her for the question.
“Well, it did seem like he knew what he was doing. I’d say he has a lot of experience. I'd give it a ten.” You nodded at her, smiling at the thought of how the brooding guy could’ve once been the main caretaker for his sick siblings.
Bucky coughed to mask him laughter, making Sam glare at him.
“How are you now? Is the soreness gone?” It almost pained Clint to even ask that, but he knew everybody else was dying to ask.
“I’m still a bit sore, and my throat does hurt a little still, but nothing some more rest would get rid of.” you shrugged.
Tony turned his attention to Bucky, glaring. “Might have to ask him for tips then.” Clint replied, clearing his throat.
“There’s a kid here, you guys. Keep it down.” Steve warned all of you, referring to how Peter was also in the room, listening to the entire conversation.
“What, I think Pete here could also get some tips.” You replied. Why wouldn’t Steve want Peter to know how to take care of sick people? It’s not like it’s entirely different from how they do it today.
Sam choked on his toast, and it was now Peter's turn to mockingly tell him to keep it together.
“Let me just ask this. Is this a one-time thing?” It was now Tony’s time to ask. He’s always treated you like a daughter, so he wasn’t a big fan of you and Bucky getting together.
You didn’t think Tony was gonna be mad at you for getting sick. This hurt you a little, but you understand that it was your own stupidity that got you sick in the first place. It would’ve been bad if you had to miss a mission.
“I hope so? I really don’t want to miss any missions because I can barely move any muscles. I’m sorry, Tony.” You gave him a guilty look. “But it’s nice to know I could count on Bucky whenever I need any help.” You continued.
The rest of the team, shifted in their seats from cringing at what you just said.
Sam turned to a smirking Bucky. “You’re disgusting.” he said to him.
You finally turned your attention to Bucky. “Anyway, I never got to thank you this morning because when I woke up you were gone.” you smiled at him.
“WHAT?” Nat spoke loudly from beside you.
“You left before she woke up?!” Tony exclaimed. Steve glared at his friend, disappointed that he’d do such thing. The rest of the team were also scowling at him.
“It’s no big deal you guys, he had to stay up all night.” you defended Bucky, making him shake in his seat from now full-on laughing.
“You think this is funny, Barnes?!” Tony got up from his seat to stalk towards him. You got up as well to diffuse the situation.
“Woah, woah, woah. Why are you guys so mad at him?” you asked, standing beside Bucky who was still losing his shit on his seat.
“We know he’s been crushing on you, but he can’t just sleep with you and leave you like that!” Tony was all red from anger.
You paused from where you were standing to take in what he meant. And when it finally sank in why they were all acting so strange, you joined Bucky in laughter.
You rested your hand on Bucky’s shoulder for support, tears brimming your eyes from laughing too hard.
The team was now looking at you both in confusion.
“You thought we slept together?” You asked in between laughter.
“Well, what the hell could all of this have meant?!” Clint asked from his seat.
“I was sick and Bucky was nursing me.” you explained, composing yourself.
“Why was he in his underwear then? Because I do not need to know that you guys were role playing.” Sam interjected, a sour look on his face.
“My AC was off because I was too cold. I got sick because I raced you under a thunderstorm the night before, remember?” you said looking at Sam.
Collective Ohs were heard in the room.
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That afternoon, you were peacefully reading a book on your bed when you heard small knocks on your door.
“Come in.” you said out loud.
The door opened softly and Bucky came in with a smile on his face. “Hey, doll. How are you feeling?”
“I’m actually doing a lot better, Buck. Why, are you planning to strip off to your undies if I were sick again?” you joked, patting on a space infront of you on the bed.
“If you wanted me to so badly, all you have to do is ask, Y/N.” He chuckled and sat in front of you.
“Our friends are ridiculous.” You laughed, thinking back to what happened this morning.
“I know.” He nodded. “They got one thing right though.” he smiled at you again.
“And that is...?”
“I have been crushing on you.” He admitted, his cheeks turning a tinge of pink.
“So, I was right to tease you before.” you smiled smugly.
“Shut up.” he looked down, feeling your sheets in between his fingers.
“If it makes you feel any better, I am attracted to you too.” you admitted, and a boyish smile stretched on his lips.
“Was you being sick all a ploy to get me in my underwear?” he teased, and you smacked him playfully with a pillow near you. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
A comfortable silence passed, both of you just grinning, avoiding eye contact.
“You know, I never got to properly thank you for taking care of me.” You broke the silence.
“How could you ever repay me?” he asked in an exaggerated tone.
“Would a kiss from your crush, suffice?” you teased again, wiggling your brows playfully.
“Hey, you just said you like me too!” He defended himself. “But, yes.” he smiled sheepishly.
“Fine.” you playfully rolled your eyes before leaning in.
His lips were softer than you expected, and you could tell that he was smiling. Pulling you closer to him, both of you were getting carried away from what was supposed to be a quick peck, and missed to hear the creak from your door opening.
“I knew it!” A booming voice cut you both off. Head snapping to the doorway, Sam was standing there with a smug look on his face before leaving and letting the entire compound know that you were both lying that morning.
“Who’s gonna believe us now?” you let out a soft chuckle.
“I guess I have to ask you out on a date now, huh.” Bucky was grinning at you, playfulness lacing his tone.
“Oh, how inconvenient for you.” you gave his lips a quick before finally moving away, giggling.
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CHARLIE'S KINKTOBER - DAY 14
SEONGHWA + DIRTY TALK
"you're such a naughty girl," seonghwa said as he pulled you into the pantry. it was a small, cramped space with an awfully dim light - which he didn't bother turning on - , shelves stacked high with snacks, spices and condiments.
"why can't we just go to your bedroom," you asked, pushing your back up against a box of cereal? seonghwa snickered. "unless you want everyone to hear your filthy moans, we'll have to make do here."
you knew he had a point. his room was closest to the living room, and that was currently where all his family were gathered. you two had been in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. the entire afternoon you'd been giving him bedroom eyes and he'd reached the point where he couldn't exercise any more patience.
within a second, his pants had been pushed down to his knees and he'd made you kneel before him. there was a crazed look in his eyes, a clear indication of how riled up he was.
"you've been drooling for my cock all day now. better make this worth it or i'll give you hell." heeding his warning, you skipped the kitten licks and went straight to town, bobbing your head over his cock. along with his hushed breaths, the lewd squelching sound that came with most blowjobs filled the room. it rang in your ears, turning you on even more.
"you could choke on my cock for hours, couldn't you?" you hummed in agreement. there was no doubt. "maybe i'll let you later tonight."
unannounced, he pulled you back up and spun your around, tugging your pants down to your knees as well. you felt his tip prod at your slit and you pushed your hips back, hating the anticipation.
once he entered you, he adopted a pretty fast pace, refraining from thrusting into you entirely, just to keep things quiet.
his palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans to some extent. you gripped the shelf with one hand, his wrist with the other, letting him take care of the rest.
"you like the thrill don't you? the slight chance that someone might walk in on us excites you. i'm sure of it."
he was right. you wouldn't deny. this pantry didn't have a lock. if anyone passing by heard anything even remotely suspicious, you knew you were done for.
"i hope you're ready to cum now," he warned, implying that he himself was close. "i am," you whimpered, unsure if he'd understood.
"next time you pull something like this i swear i'm gonna make you regret it," he grunted. even though he was saying it to you, it sounded more like he was making a mental note to himself.
he snapped his hips into you, sending you over the edge. you clung to the shelf, hooking your fingers into its grooves. your moans managed to escape from behind seonghwa's hand, filtering into the cereal boxes ahead of you.
"you really want someone to find us like this huh?" seonghwa said, speedily straightening himself up again. you followed suit, hearing footsteps in the distance.
the door swung open on queue, there in it's threshold stood seonghwa's aunt. "everything okay in here," she asked, looking between you two in concern? you nodded. "yeah, we were just looking for some snacks."
she furrowed her brow. "with the light off?"
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